#so because of that + a big english project no post this weekend my bad

[carochinha]

19 Questions for Fic Writers!

I got tagged by @storybookprincess, thank you so so so much!!!

1. How many fics do you have on AO3?

Roughly... 16. That's not bad. Quite a respectable number!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

328,674

Damn. That a lotta word. Wild to think a third of those words are from a single fic huh

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Bit of a lot of things. Hunter x Hunter and Daiya no Ace are my big ones, but I've also written for Kingdom Hearts, Haikyuu, Black Clover, Project Sekai and....... Homestuck.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

"A Very Hisoka Wedding" stands head and shoulders above anything else at 1,143 kudos, which is legit insane. This fic isn't close to being my best. It isn't close to being my most innovative. It isn't even the longest! And yet it has more Hits, Kudos and Bookmarks than anything else I've ever written. Wild. Following that, we have "(Country Roads, Take Me)Home for the Holidays" at 365, my actual magnum opus so far, "Kiss Me Once, Kiss Me Twice" at 321, a short Black Clover ficlet that somehow keeps getting love, "Weekend at Leorio's" at 295 and "Pink Love" at 256.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I used not to respond to comments, but in the past couple of years I've been trying to respond to every comment I get. I like getting responses to my comments when I post on other fics, so I also want people to get that happiness. Besides, it's only polite!

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

...what is angst, signed, a permanently happy ending girlie.

Anyway it's probably "Quadratum Has Pocky", a KH drabble I wrote for Pocky Day which did not leave me with a lot of space for happy endings.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Literally all of them LMAO

But I guess "Red Eyes, Take Warning", my HxHBB fic this year gets special mention by giving Kurapika, the fandom's tragic boy, a happily-ever-after.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Sometimes. Home for the Holidays got a couple of comments once we got to the spicy part about how I should have tagged which character topped. That was wild. I'm talking like, HUGE paragraphs.

But not usually, no.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I did once! It was the vanillaest M/M ever written, but I sure did write it!

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I do really like inter-sports-anime crossovers. I once wrote a Haikyuu x Daiya no Ace ficlet that was quite fun!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not since I was 15 doing it myself translating my terrible Digimon fics into English lmao.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Favourite is a complicated word. All-time, however, isn't.

I've been an Akuroku girlie since 2005 and by GOD I will persist.

(the ship I most wish would become canon, however, is also from KH, but it's Soriku, which I've never even written about.....yet)

14. What’s a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

My Hunter x Hunter Praxis AU.

Huge AU, spanning five years, each of which focusing on a different set of characters, with highly specific references to a highly specific university culture from my country that like two people reading would understand. It's also technically a Reincarnation AU.

Yeah I'm never getting that written.

15. What are your writing strengths?

Apparently, characterization and making my character actions and plots seem believable in the context of canon. Which is good, because I really do strive for character voice matching the original, so I'm happy with this assessment by my readers LMAO

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

DESCRIBING ACTION.

If I ever have to write an action scene, I just don't. There is no combat in my fics, not because I dislike it, but because I can't write it lol.

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Have done it. Will continue doing it when I find it appropriate. Helps when the POV character also isn't supposed to understand the language, because then you're just on the same page :D

18. First fandom you wrote for?

Digimon Adventure my beloved <3

(the fics themselves are also beloved, because although they're bad, I can see where I came from and how that shaped me into the writer I am today. My bad fics are a part of me and my journey just as much as my 100k word epics are.)

19. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Pausing + looking off into the distance.

You do realize this is an impossible question?

All the fics for me are... connections, within myself and with the people around me. Writing each one was a battle of finding the right words within me, the joy of sharing little snippets with friends, asking for help and bouncing off ideas. Listening to music and building the plot in my head as I walk, thinking about it as I fall asleep. Pouring my longing, my affection, my grief, and my hopes into these words, trying to connect with whoever will read them.

So I guess I'll say it's "All The Things He Said". It's the first fic I wrote for Daiya no Ace, a fandom I knew no one in. And I needed a beta. Trying to find that beta actually led me to finding one of my best friends, so I'm very thankful to this fic.

Anyway, tagging people! I'll tag @wingsonghalo because she had to read my bad Digimon fic and @tomioneer because of all I said in the last question!

#tag games

[stayndays]

hello pls give me skz fic recommendations (you may also promote your own) and i will read them sometime this weekend ٩( ᐛ )و

fluff and angst

any sort of reactions/scenarios

cute aesthetic vibes are a bonus

#guys ive just been crying through editing this goddamn podcast for school #ive done maybe two hours today and im still not halfway done?? we love to see it #so because of that + a big english project no post this weekend my bad #shabbles

[f00tball-imagines]

Clandestine Meetings - James Rodríguez

Player: James Rodríguez

Word count: 1.280

Prompt: “Hello, can the next swap sunday projects be another part of Illciit Affairs (for you) and a sequel to Mirrorball (for Laura)? ✨” (Request by Anon)

A/N: Another Swap Sunday, another angsty James piece! ✨💗 This story is a sequel to @alltoolewin’s Mad Woman-inspired imagine 🥰 If you’re new here, you should read my Illicit Affairs fic first, though! 💖

His name lights up on my phone screen. Which lights up my pitch black bedroom. James pink heartlet-purple heartlet-sparkly heartlet. Because a single red one would have been inappropriate. I know damn well that my name in his phone isn't even a name. Just my first initial. Not even a full stop after it. A lonesome letter. Because apparently, that's much less suspicious. 

James pink heartlet-purple heartlet-sparkly heartlet wants to know whether I'm still awake at this ungodly hour. After not talking to me for two whole weeks. "Yes," I type into the message box. I'm a fucking fool for texting back. I hit send. I hit my head against the wall. I'm in love with a married man who's kicking a ball around for a living. Who possibly can't and won't love anything or anyone that isn't his daughter. I'm a fucking mess. Please, James, get a pair of glasses, another one, a better one. What do you even want from me? I can't drink from a can unless someone's asking the waiter for a straw. I can't ask waiters for straws because I'm goddamn shy. I can't. I just can't. So why can't James find himself someone better?

My phone vibrates twice. Three simple letters. A "W", a "Y" and a "D". And a lonely question mark. I don't know who's teaching him English slang, abbreviations, the cool stuff. I don't even know why he's pretending to be cool. As I said, the man kicks a ball around for a living. That's not cool. That's fucking weird, now that I'm thinking about it. 

"Nothing." What would I be doing at three in the morning? I spend my nights staring at my ceiling unless we're having sex. He knows that. "You?" Did I ask out of common courtesy or do I really want to know what's keeping him awake tonight? 

He replies right away. "I'm in bed, I just can't fall asleep."

"Try drinking some tea. That helps."

He sends me an emoji, the facepalming one. I have to laugh, I really cannot help it, but I do find it hilarious when grown-ass men unironically use anything more than just a normal smiley or the occasional thumbs up. James pink heartlet-purple heartlet-sparkly heartlet ups the ante then. "You're a pain in the ass, princesa."

"You're a pain in-" I stop in my tracks. In my fucking vagina. I delete what I've written so far, just to type it out again. "You're a pain in general, Jamesito." I find myself giggling into the darkness. "My aches are developing aches because of you." I add the one emoji with the bandaged head, then I hit send.

"Want me to kiss it better?" It should've been "you're a pain in my vagina". Definitely. 

"James, you're being silly. It's half past three. Go to sleep."

"Told you I'm fucking restless. Talk to me." Pouty puppy-eyed emoji. Dude, please!

I sigh, putting the phone down for a second. Yeah, sure. All of a sudden, I'm interesting again. Because there isn't anything else to entertain him. Of course. I should've known. "What about?" My text immediately is marked as read, homeboy isn't even closing our chat in-between messages it seems. I should be flattered, but instead, I just feel like there's something weird about this. Like, why don't you talk to your wife? Why aren't you on video call with your daughter? It's barely nine in Medellín, I know that. Of course I know that, I've pinned Colombia's local time to my home screen. 

"Can I call you?"

You have a fucking phone in your hand. You certainly can. "No. Come over." I hate myself for putting myself through that. I hope he's got somewhere to be in the morning. I can't help but wish for him to turn me down.

"Now?"

Now... Now it's my turn to send him a facepalming emoji. No. Next Christmas, dummy.

"Okay," he replies after a split second. Okay, I'm coming over? Okay, cool, a stupid little emoji? Okay, fuck off? Okay what? Another second passes. Buzz buzz. "I'll be there in ten."

"Drive safe," my fingers type out. Crash that fucking car. After running me over, of course. End our misery. Please and thank you. I roll out of bed to put on some pants. He can deal with my washed out tee, he's seen worse. My naked body, for example. I stumble into the bathroom to pile on mascara, to take the fluffy, pink scrunchie out of my hair, to wash the thin film of cold sweat off my forehead. I don't know nervousness when it comes to him. There's just... anxiety. Every time we have one of our little fall-outs, my amount of working braincells gets reduced by two.

I sit down on the toilet lid to catch my breath. I'm gonna get dicked down and then discarded. It's okay, I'm used to it. I'm a one-trick-pony. But I'm just so good at that one trick that James keeps on crawling back to me. The pinkish polish on my nails is starting to chip, so I decide to adorn my fingers with a few rings to distract from that. They look cheap, they were cheap, but I consider them cute, so it's alright. 

I don't like texting after my autocorrect has dubbed him Hummus not once, not twice, but several times. He doesn't like calling as his stutter tends to get worse on the phone. So this is nice. The real thing is always nice. "I missed you," he rasps with his arms still wrapped around my torso. "I missed you, too," I whisper back. Lies. I spent a long, long time cursing his name, relatively sure that I would never be moaning it again, that we were over and done. "I still haven't said Happy New Year," he states the obvious. We haven't spoken since Christmas. "No," I confirm, shaking my head. It was the worst New Year's Eve of my life. I've seen the pictures Daniela had posted on her Instagram. At least James has had a great time, apparently. 

"Sorry. I thought I should leave you alone." Yes. Because that's the easy way out. "But... Happy New Year. I guess."

"Thanks. To you, too." It truly feels like New Year's. Waiting for the big something, just to end up disappointed because the big something turns out to be some underwhelming bullshit. "Better late than never." There's still snow on the streets, so it's alright, I guess.

"Yes."

"You're fucking annoying, James."

"Oh. Why?" And fucking stupid as well.

"Did you really come over to stand around in my hallway and wish me a Happy New Year? What are you? A caroler?"

"You told me to come."

"I'm not used to you doing as you're told." I force a laugh. I'm not used to niceties and such. I'm used to... the bad stuff.

He just shrugs. He's so unbelievably apathetic, I hate it! "You have the place to yourself tonight?"

"No. You're here with me." I know quite well that he was referring to my roommate. Who, in fact, is staying with her boyfriend for the weekend. I know quite well that he only asked because he is the furthest thing from an exhibitionist I could imagine. 

"Ah. Yes. True." So damn stupid! I wish I could get up and leave. But I'm already standing and there's no way to escape my own apartment. "Well?" I ask in an awful attempt to make conversation. Well, he's gonna fuck me. He's gonna break my heart once again and I'm gonna like that. We've been there before. And we're gonna be there time and time again.

#soccer imagines #soccer #soccer imagine #football #football imagines #football imagine #james rodriguez #james rodríguez #james rodriguez imagine #james rodríguez imagine #james rodriguez fanfic #mine #my writing #swap sunday #request #requested by anon #everton #fc everton #everton fc #illicit affairs #mad woman #colombia nt #colombia national team #angst

[kaeyasstarlight]

Beach Escapade(Husband!Armin Arlert x Wife!Reader)(Modern AU)

 A.N: This is an idea I had after finishing my school project and I said to myself:  “Why not?” Hope you’ll enjoy it!  <3

I’m on season 3 of AOT so I’m sorry if it’s not exactly accurate :( I got spoiled so I know what happens in general in season 3 so I guess I should be ok. Sorry if it’s bad:(

Genre:Fluff Warning:None(I don’t know if a character blushing to a swimsuit is warning haha), Weird guys looking(I’m not good at this TwT) Reminders: Y/N=Your name, L/N=Your label name, POV=Point of view

Third person POV ;):

It has been a stressful week for you at work. All you needed is to take a moment for you. Luckly, you had your sweet husband that wanted to help you stress out after the rough week you had. You decided to go to the beach for a weekend. You reserved a room to a hotel and packed your stuff for your awsome trip.

The road was kinda long, but it was worth it! When you arrive, both of you guys eyes lit up looking at the beautiful sea and the shiny white sand.

“Wow! It’s so beautiful!”, you hear your husband say.

“Yeah it is!”,you respond to him.

“Thank you for bringing me here”, you say while looking at him.

“Your welcome Honey. Now let’s go unpack our stuff and go see what the beach looks like.”

After unpacking:

You two went to go see what the beach of your hotel looks like and it was beautiful. You had seen a peak when arriving, but up close it was even more beautiful than you could ever imagine. You told him you were gonna go get dressed in your suwimsuit and because he already had his swimming tracks( I think it’s called that in english TwT) he told you he was gonna unpack and prepare the stuff for your day. When came back, he saw you in your beautiful outfit and let’s just say that he got a little (big) blush on his face.

You two spent a wonderful day and had a lot of fun together, even tho some other mens were looking at you, Armin sent them the death glare(protective boyfriend ;)). You went in the water, tanned on the beach and even played beach volleyball(KAGEYAMA!!).

“Thanks for this trip Armin”, you say sweetly to your husband.

“Your welcome Honey. I know you have been working hard lately so I hope that this time we spent together will help you feel better.”

“I already feel better.”

He approched his lips to yours and you two kissed under the sunset with all the love you two had for each other.

A.N: I’m sorry if this was short :( I kinda had a stressfull week and didn’t really know what to write for this. I still wanted to post this and see if it was good (pretty sure it’s bad) but anyways I liked writing this.

I’m now stuck with online school again so I will have more time to write. Have a nice day or night! <3

#armin arlert #armin #arlert #armin arlert aot #armin aot #aot #attack on titan #armin arlert x reader #armin arlert x y/n #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #armin x you #aot scenario #aot fanfiction #attack on titan scenarios #attack on titan fanfiction #aot season 3

[hold-me-sickfics]

14 Days: Taehyung

Hi guys! I’m really happy to be able to post this (somehow my internet came back, and I decided to post while I have it). I hope this is alright, I had a hard time writing it because I’m back home for the weekend and it’s hard to find somewhere quiet lol. I hope you guys like it!

TW: Food, Emeto, Nightmares, Slight anxiety attacks, Bruises are mentioned,  (If there are any more, let me know and I’ll add them in!)

Note: Also, I wanna give some major credit to @thatoneemokpop-02 for all their help with ideas and getting me started. I kid you not, I was entirely blank earlier and in a few texts with them, they had me ready to write! Please go check out their writing, because they’re so kind and amazing and not to mention, they have some of the most well-developed fics I have ever seen. Especially their “You’re my Yellow” fic. I love it!!! <3

Prompt: “What they don’t know, won’t hurt them.” That’s Taehyung’s thought process when it comes to the other members. For the past several weeks, Taehyung has been having relatively frequent nightmares. Only these nightmares aren’t just “bad dreams.” No, they have him waking up gasping for breath, tending to an anxious stomach, and really whatever else bad can happen with nightmares. At first, he had a nightmare every week, but now it’s gotten to the point of every other night. Lack of sleep is catching up with Taehyung, causing him to really need some extra love from the other members. The only thing is, he’s too embarrassed and afraid to talk about them. Luckily for Taehyung, one of the members happens to find out on their own… 

“Ladies and gentlemen, BTS!” The host gestured to the boys who were currently walking on stage.

Once the crowd quieted, the host began talking about BTS’ most recent accomplishments and asking questions to each of the members. As usual, Namjoon translated for them… mostly. BigHit had made a huge deal over them learning English and at least answering one question without Namjoon having to translate. Something about boosting their American support? The boys thought this was rather strange, considering their fans didn’t seem to care whether they spoke in Korean or not, but they did what they were told.

Taehyung watched and listened as the other boys answered their questions in perfect English, and the crowd squealed after every word they spoke. Then, it was his turn.

“Taehyung, let’s talk a little about you. A lot of fans, including myself, were absolutely stunned at your Singularity performance. How did you feel about the song? Any favorite parts in the choreography?”

Taehyung couldn’t breathe. He knew he was supposed to answer in English, but he couldn’t remember the words. Not even the first one.

He said his answer in Korean, hoping Namjoon would cover for him. Namjoon just gave him a look, seemingly saying “I’m not helping. Say what you’ve gotta say.”

Taehyung felt his blood run cold. Everyone was staring and starting to gasp… the cameraman looked worried as to whether or not to shut off the cameras and the members… they were looking at him… disappointed and somewhat angry…

Taehyung woke up unable to catch his breath. He was sweating all over, and not to mention trembling. His vision was blurry with tears.

This wasn’t the first time this had happened. He’d had a nightmare every night since Saturday (which was when their manager told them they’d be doing an English interview soon), and it was Wednesday now.  He’d thought about telling the others, but he turned the idea down. He felt too embarrassed about not knowing as much English as they did, and he also knew they were exhausted and he wanted to make sure they got sleep. Or at least, as much as they could get. The boys already weren’t getting home until 11:45 every night, so when Taehyung actually could come home and go to sleep, he’d usually wake up around 2:00 with the nightmare, and wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep after that. Part of this was because of his anxious stomach.

Speaking of which, Taehyung was now frantically pushing his covers off, and covering his mouth. He knew he had about 10 seconds before his late-night dinner would reappear. Luckily, he made it to the bathroom in time, and was able to kneel in front of the toilet. His knees had hit the tile hard, but he figured a couple bruises wouldn’t be as bad as having his dinner projected across the floor.

No sooner than his hands were gripping the sides of the bowl, was his dinner coming up and to the back of his throat. In one retch, he’d brought up a small stream. Followed by another, and another. Taehyung’s stomach was killing him, since he was so sore from having thrown up so much.

After what felt like an eternity, it was over. Taehyung rested his head on the rim of the toilet, and reached up with a sweaty hand to flush it.

Shakily, he stood up and looked himself in the mirror. He washed his face and brushed his teeth, then went back to his bed.

He walked slowly so he wouldn’t jostle his stomach.

Taehyung got into his bed, and pulled the covers up over himself. The warmth felt nice, being as his sweaty skin had felt like ice in the bathroom earlier. He decided to follow his normal routine after this kind of stuff happened…

“Siri, open LanguageGuru.” He whispered, his throat still sore from all the acid.

The app opened, and Taehyung spent the next two hours working on his English. Somehow, he’d gotten lucky, and at 4:30, he’d fallen back asleep. However, since they had to be up and out of the house by 6:00, he had to wake back up at 5:15.

When 5:15 came, he jolted awake, and went to the bathroom to puke again. It had just become part of the routine by now. He threw on a t-shirt and sweats, brushed his teeth, and combed his hair. Each action made his core hurt. Putting on deodorant was one of the worst parts, being as he had to put his arm up and then use his other one to put it on. Every motion felt like his insides had just been squeezed and beaten. By 5:30, he was able to head to the kitchen.

Jungkook just happened to come out of his room at the same time.

“Morning Taehyung!” Jungkook was awake… somehow.

“Morning Kook.” Taehyung’s voice was at a mere croak.

“Woah, hold on are you okay?” Jungkook gently took Taehyung’s wrist to get him to turn and look at him.

“I’m good. Just tired.” Taehyung hoped he’d believe it.

“Yeah, I don’t know about that. Tired is what Yoongi looks like right now… you look sick.” Despite popular belief, Jungkook was actually following in Jin’s footsteps as a lead caregiver for the group.

The maknae pressed the back of his hand to Taehyung’s cheek.

“You don’t have a fever… what else is wrong?”

“Nothing Kook, like I said, I’m just sorta out of it since I didn’t get much sleep.” Taehyung still allowed Jungkook to hold his wrist since for some reason, JK’s touch comforted him.

“I don’t think so.” Jungkook moved his hand from Taehyung’s wrist to Taehyung’s back. He rubbed up and down, and watched as Taehyung leaned into the touch.

“We’ve got dance practice this morning, but if you feel sick, tell me. I’ll get Namjoon hyung to let you come home. Alright?” The concern in JK’s eyes was shining.

“Thanks Kookie.” Taehyung smiled slightly, and then continued walking to the kitchen.

Jin was already rolling with cooking.

“Okay guys, we’ve got 20 minutes till we’ve gotta be in the car. I’ve made toast, and there’s bacon if you can get it away from Namjoon. Taehyung, Jungkook, what do you want to drink?” Jin was pouring “on the go” cups for each of the boys.

“Orange juice. Thanks Hyung.” Jungkook looked over at Taehyung.

“Coffee please.” Taehyung’s bags under his eyes seemed to be deeper and darker than everyone else’s.

Jungkook didn’t approve of Taehyung’s choice, being as coffee in the morning always upset his stomach, but he allowed it, hoping that it would at least make Taehyung feel less exhausted.

By the time everyone had eaten, it was time to load up and head to the studio.

The car ride was torture. Taehyung had developed a mean headache, and felt like he was gonna throw up at the first stop sign.

Jungkook had sat in the seat next to him, since he still wasn’t convinced that Taehyung was as “alright” as he said he was.

They were almost 15 minutes from BigHit when Taehyung’s stomach finally revolted. Before he even had a chance to ask for a bag, coffee and chewed up bacon and toast was spilling down his legs.  Jungkook was quick to put a bag under his chin for the next round, but it didn’t come. That first one and a mean wave of post-vomiting nausea was enough for him.

Taehyung cried, and Jungkook just held him. Jungkook knew he was sick now, and he could prove it. Before he could even tell Namjoon, the leader had already stood up and looked back at them.

“Oh no,” the concern in his eyes was evident. “It’s okay Taehyung, we’ll be at BigHit in a minute and we can get you cleaned up. Jungkook, can you help him get to the showers?”

“Yeah Hyung, I’ve got him.” Jungkook was wiping the leftover vomit from Taehyung’s chin.

“Taehyung, bud, I’m sorry you feel bad.” Jin spoke up, as he came back from the front. He’d brought a water bottle out of the cooler and a paper towel.

Jungkook helped Taehyung sip the water, and Jin dabbed the sweat from the younger’s face.

“Hey, this is Namjoon…” he went on to tell their choreographer what had happened. (It was always a big deal when one of them threw up. That could mean they were catching a virus, and since their trainer worked with other groups as well, he had to be strict about that kind of thing. It was the same way a few months ago when Namjoon came down with the flu.)

A faint noise told Taehyung that they’d been given the rest of the day off, which they were all more happy about than anything.

Then, they got a second phone call.

“Oh hey um-“ Namjoon wasn’t even able to get a word in. Judging by his expression, whoever was on the other end was yelling- a lot.

“Alright. We’ll be there soon.” Namjoon hung up, and then turned to the group.

“That was the head choreographer.”

Jungkook was still holding Taehyung close. He never was one to let a little throw up bother him.

“He’s still bringing us in. Taehyung… I’m so sorry. He’s letting you take a half-hour to clean up but then you’re supposed to join us…” Namjoon knew they weren’t his own orders, but he still felt like the bad guy having to say it.

“I-I’m okay hyung.” Taehyung shivered mid-sentence. “It was just the c-coffee. My stomach didn’t like it. I’m okay.”

How he looked said otherwise, and Jungkook piped up to mention that.

“Hyung isn’t there anything we can do? We’re all exhausted but Taehyung looks like he’s gonna collapse the second he gets off.”

“I’m sorry guys… he sounded serious… I’d talk to him but it seems the only thing he’s gonna do is make practice worse if we keep bugging him.”

The car stopped, and all of the boys stood up. Hoseok had his earbuds in before, but now that he’d taken them out, Yoongi was quick to get him out of the car and explain to Hoseok what was happening before he saw it. Hoseok’s sympathy sickness was not gonna help the situation at all.

Jin and Namjoon got off as well, followed by Jimin who was headed inside to find some clothes for Taehyung to change into when he got out of the shower.

“Taehyungie, can you stand?” Jungkook sweetly placed his hand on Taehyung’s upper back.

“Yeah I’m alright.”

Taehyung stood up, and Jungkook came right behind him. Luckily, the showers were on the first floor to the left, so Jungkook and Taehyung got there quickly.

Taehyung undressed himself, and then stepped into the shower. The hot water helped to soothe his sore muscles. He used the time in the shower to calm down, and try to refocus on his main mission for the day. Staying awake.

“Hey Taehyung, I’ve got your towel out here and Jimin brought clothes and a toothbrush. I’m out here when you’re ready.”

Taehyung knew what that meant. They’d been called back, and Taehyung’s time for showering was over.

He stepped out of the shower, and Jungkook handed him the towel. He got dressed quickly, and he and JK went to the studio.

By the time they got to the studio, the choreographer had already left, and the rest of the boys were already being led by Hoseok in the routines.

“Woah woah, pause it.” Hoseok waved the music off, and everyone stopped for a moment.

“Feeling better Taehyung?” Hoseok asked, walking toward the two.

“Yeah. The coffee just got me a little. I’m alright now.”

“Okay but if you need to stop just tell me. Joon, can you hit play again?”

Namjoon hit “play” and they started practice up again. Jungkook kept a close eye on Taehyung throughout the day, wanting to make sure that he really was alright.

Rehearsal lasted until 8:30 p.m. When it was over, the boys loaded up and headed back to the apartment.

“I’m making supper for anyone that wants it.” Jin got the chicken nuggets out of the refrigerator, and started to put them in the fryer.

“I think I’m gonna go ahead and turn in.” Taehyung both dreaded sleep and longed for it. H knew he’d end up having a nightmare anyway, so he might as well get some sleep while he could.

“Alright, night Taehyungie.” All the boys said their goodnights, except Jungkook who went with him back there.

“You going to sleep early too Kookie?” Taehyung asked, his eyes already heavy.

“Yeah… hey um if you need me tonight, wake me up okay?” Jungkook gave Taehyung a tight hug.

“I will Kookie. Don’t worry. Just get some rest.”

The boys said goodnight, and Taehyung was asleep almost instantly.

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2:00 rolled around quickly, and as usual, Taehyung woke up unable to catch his breath. He was crying, terrified once again of forgetting how to speak in their upcoming interview. He felt sweat coating his skin, and he was almost at the part where he pukes, then someone came in.

“Tae Tae, it’s okay. It’s alright. I’m here. Breathe.” Jungkook was at his side, holding him tightly. Taehyung didn’t know how he got there, but he was glad to see him.

“J-Jungkook?”

“It’s me. Taehyung, you’re shaking…” Jungkook’s eyes widened.

Taehyung felt the bile rise in his throat, and he quickly went around Jungkook and ran to the bathroom. Once again, he crashed down, and vomit spilled out of him.

Jungkook came up behind him, holding his middle.

“Just get it up Taehyung. It’s alright. I’m here with you.”

The vomiting part didn’t last as long as usual, and Taehyung attributed that to Jungkook being there. Soon, they were back in Taehyung’s room. Jungkook decided to sleep with Taehyung in case he had another nightmare, but they couldn’t sleep until Taehyung told Jungkook what had him so upset.

“It’s that interview on the 25th. I’m- I’m afraid I won’t be able to speak correctly… or at all.”

Jungkook’s eyes filled with compassion.

“How come you didn’t say anything?” Jungkook rubbed Taehyung’s arm.

“I felt embarrassed about not knowing as much as you guys, and I didn’t want anyone to be worried about me since none of us are getting any sleep anyway…”

Jungkook took Taehyung’s hand, and gently squeezed it.

“First of all, I’m so sorry you’ve been dealing with this by yourself. I know it must have been scary. But now you’ve got me and everyone else. The truth is, all of us have been nervous about the interview. Or at least, I know I have. But that’s a good thing because it means maybe we can help each other.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’ve been studying pretty hard, and I know you have too… so maybe we can study together! Then if one of us has trouble in the interview, the other once can step in and help them out.” Jungkook smiled.

Taehyung liked the idea, and agreed.

“Good. We start tomorrow.”

After that, both boys went to sleep and thankfully, slept through the night.

For the next couple weeks, they worked hard together on learning English. Namjoon got them some extra time by firing their old choreographer and hiring one that gave them more time between rehearsals so they wouldn’t burn themselves out.

By the time the interview came, Taehyung and Jungkook both aced it. Including the part where Taehyung introduced himself.

“My name is V, and I’m good boy.”

#RPF #Emeto #Nightmares #14DayFics #Taehyung!Sickfics #Caretaker!JK #TW Food #Hoping to post JK tomorrow! #Slight Anxiety Attacks #Bruises mentioned

[platonicteenwolf]

Wolf Moon (S1E1) Part II

Teen Wolf x Reader Series Rewrite

A/N: Let me know if any of the links are wacky or if I mess up on any of the pronouns cause posting three versions is sometimes a bit confusing so I can fix it if needed. Also lmk if there’s a misspelling or grammar issue too :)

They/Them Pronouns Version

He/Him Pronouns Version

Next Part / Masterlist

Warnings: dead body, swearing

Lacrosse stick strapped to his backpack, Scott pedals into the parking lot of Beacon Hills High School among the swarm of students. Skateboarders jump steps, potheads take barely concealed tokes, girls and guys hold hands, guys and guys hold hands, (yes it’s California.)

As Scott pulls his bike to one of the racks to lock it up, a pristine BMW with a license plate that reads: JCKSN37, blazes into the lot and stops in the space next to the racks. Scott, still kneeling, gets bumped in the back when the driver’s side door opens.

Jackson Whittemore, exceptionally good-looking and usually oblivious to anyone not within his social or financial circle, steps out to notice that Scott hit his car by being near it.

“Dude. Watch the paint job.”

He’s completely unaware of hitting Scott as he grabs his own lacrosse equipment.

“Yo Jackson!”

Hearing his favorite word, Jackson looks up and heads over to meet his friends. All good looking jocks with big smiles and expensive cars, pretty girls coming up to say hello.

—————

A school bell rings outside a brick building swarming with students.

“Alright let’s see this thing,” Stiles says, a little too eagerly. Now standing in front of the school, Scott takes off his backpack and pulls his shirt up a few inches to show Stiles and I the bandage on his lower back.

“Oh damn that looks bad!” I reach out to touch it and Scott flinches back. “Oops, sorry”

“It was too dark to see much but I’m pretty sure it was a wolf.”

Scoffing, Stiles countered “A wolf bit you? No, not a chance.”

“I heard a wolf howling.”

”No, you didn’t.”

“What do you mean ‘No, I didn’t?’ How do you know what I heard?”

Jumping in, I explained, “California doesn’t have wolves. Not for the last sixty years. The animals were almost hunted to extinction in the 1920s California Gold Rush.” Both boys looked at me in surprise. “What,” I questioned, “I like history.”

Seemingly accepting that answer Scott continued on. “Well, if you don’t believe me about the wolf, then you’re definitely not going to believe me when I tell you I saw the body.”

“Holy shit!” This was amazing!

“You what? Are you kidding me!?” He almost looked like a kid who just found the hidden candy cabinet.

“I wish. I’m going to have nightmares about it for a month.”

There was still one thing I’ve been wondering about though, “Which half of the body was it?”

“Oh- it was the top half. I saw her dead eyes staring back at me. It was scary.” Scott shuddered, thinking about her lifeless body laying in the forrest.

“Well I think that’s freaking awesome,” Stiles concluded. “This is seriously the best thing that’s happened to this town since...”

Stiles suddenly got very distracted by something behind Scott. I turned around to see what it is and you’ll never guess.

“...since the birth of Lydia Martin who’s walking toward us right now.”

A drop-dead gorgeous junior named Lydia Martin was walking towards the school doors like it was a fashion show runway in Milan. Stiles has had the biggest crush on Lydia ever since we were kids.

“Hey Lydia, how are you? You look--” She walks right past him not even giving him a second glance. “...like you’re going to ignore me.”

Scott chuckled at his failed attempt in flirting with the girl as I pat him on his shoulder.

“You’ll get her next time champ.” Stiles shot me an unappreciative glare as I held my hands up in defense and he started grumbling about how unfair everything was.

“You guys are the cause of this, you know. Dragging me down to your nerd depths. I’m a nerd by association. I’ve been Scarlet-nerded by you.”

As we reach the steps of the school I get ready to part with the dynamic duo to get to my class. “Alright boys, I’ve got first with Harris so I’ll see y’all later.” Mentions of good luck were lost behind me as I entered the thick crowd ready to start the day.

—————

First period English. Scott takes the desk next to Stiles as the teacher, Mr. Curtis starts writing instructions on the chalkboard.

“As you all know by now, there was indeed a body found in the woods last night. I’m sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened but I’ve been told that the police have a suspect in custody.”

Scott looks to Stiles who shrugs, news to him as well.

“Which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus on your desk outlining the semester. Read it now. And by read I don’t mean skim.”

As the students begin reading a cell phone starts ringing out of nowhere. Scott glances up and looks around. The other students quietly read the syllabus, seemingly not hearing the noise. Gazing about, he can’t seem to find the source until his eyes fall on the windows of the classroom...

Outside - across the quad, Scott sees a girl sitting on a bench who he will come to know as Allison Argent. Sixteen and radiating with an innocent beauty. When she puts the cell phone to her ear, it becomes obvious that, despite the closed windows and the distance, this is the ringing Scott is somehow able to hear.

More astonishingly, Scott can hear both Allison and her caller.

“Mom, three calls on my first day is a little overdoing it,” Allison teased.

“Just making sure you’re there okay and you’ve got everything you need.” But Allison digs through her bag, becoming alarmed.

“Everything except a pen. Oh my God, I didn’t actually forget a pen.”

“Don’t panic. I’m sure you can borrow one from another student.”

“Okay, okay, I gotta’ go. Love ya.”

Unable to take his eyes off the extraordinary girl, Scott watches the school’s principal join her on the steps.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” The Principal guides her across the quad, their conversation becoming clearer to Scott with every step.

“So you were saying San Francisco isn’t where you grew up?”

“No, but we stayed for more than a year which is unusual in my family.”

Even when Allison and the Principal disappear from view, Scott hears the clatter of the building door opening, the clicking of their heels on the tile floor of the hall.

“Well, hopefully, Beacon Hills is your last stop for a while.” The door to the classroom opened, causing the rest of the class to look up.

The principle turns to address the room. “Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome.”

Scott barely breathes as Allison heads for the one empty desk left in the room. Right behind him. She puts her notebook down, then glances up to see Scott turned toward her. Holding out a pen. With a relieved but curious smile, she takes it from him.

“Thanks.”

Scott gives her a nod, turning around with a proud expression. Looking up at the front of the room, Mr. Curtis stands up to start the lesson.

“We’ll begin with Kafka’s metamorphosis on page 133...”

—————

The school bell rings throughout the halls indicating its time to move to your next class. As I walked out of my classroom I spotted Stiles coming out of his. Jogging towards him to catch up, I shout his name to grab his attention. Whipping his head around he greets me with the classic, dopey, Stilinski smile. “Hey bub, what’s up?” I ask.

Rolling his eyes at the nickname, he grumbles all about how boring his English class was. “...oh! And there’s a new girl at school today!”

Interesting, I thought. Spotting Scott in the distance we both quicken our pace to meet with him at his locker.

—————

As he grabs his lock to open the door, Scott hears Allison just down the corridor. Looking towards where she stands they connect eyes. She starts to smile, recognizing the cute guy who gave her the pen. But then Lydia Martin swoops in front of her.

“That jacket is absolutely killer. Where did you get it?”

“My Mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco,” Allison explains.

Suddenly Jackson, Lydia’s boyfriend, walks up to the pair and puts his arm around Lydia and she greets him with a kiss.

Turning back towards his locker, Scott spotted Y/N and Stiles walking up to him.

—————

Looking at the Alpha Male and his arm candy across the hall, I turn towards the boys with a confused look on my face.

“Can someone tell me how the new girl is here all of five minutes and she’s already hanging with Lydia’s clique?”

“Because she’s hot. Beautiful people herd together,” Stiles answers. He’s got a point. He steps up to open his own locker next to Scott’s.

“Is that why Lydia isn’t herding with you?”

“Lydia’s a long term project, okay? And trust me, I’ve got all the patience in the world for a high yield investment like her.”

You’ve got to give him credit. He’s committed.

—————

Head cocked slightly, Scott tunes into the conversation from the other end of the corridor, voices coming into focus.

“So,” Lydia exclaims, “this weekend there’s a party.”

“A party?”

Jackson leaned on the lockers next to him, arm now wrapped around Lydias torso. “Yeah, Friday night. You should come.”

“I can’t. It’s Family Night this Friday. But thanks for asking.”

“You sure? Everyone’s going after the scrimmage”

“You mean like football?”

“Football is a joke at Beacon. The sport here is Lacrosse. We won the state championship the last three years--“

Cutting in Lydia praises, “Because of a certain team captain.”

“We have practice in a few minutes,” Jackson explains. “You don’t have to be anywhere, do you?”

“Well, no, I was just going--“

Lydia claps her hands in excitement, “Perfect! You’re coming.”

—————

A whistle blowing echoes across the field. The Lacrosse Team’s Coach gathers the team on the field, Stiles and Scott lagging behind.

“But if you play I’ll have no one to talk to on the bench! You really gonna’ do that to your best friend?”

“Hey! No fair.” I look toward Stiles pouting when he gives me an obnoxious look.

“You don’t count.” I shoved him sticking my tongue out and watched as Stiles accidentally collided with Scott.

“Oops sorry Scott,” I apologize.

With an amused smile after watching our banter Scott continued his argument. “I can’t sit out again. My whole life is sitting on the sidelines. This season, I make first line.” He heads for the field, pausing to see Lydia climbing the bleachers. And stepping right behind her... Allison.

I look towards the boy and follow his gaze behind me where I see the girls sitting. “Hey,” I nudged Stiles who was busy putting all his gear down around him in a destructive manner. “I think Scott’s got a crush on the new girl.”

“What? What makes you say that?”

“Look!” I point towards where Scott stands, still starring dreamily at Allison, but he’s suddenly interrupted when a lacrosse stick hits him in the chest.

“McCall! You’re in the goal.”

Scott turns to Coach Bobby Finstock, a man with little comprehension of the difficulties of teenage life. He tosses Scott the bundle of goalie equipment.

“But I’ve never played goal.”

“I know. Scoring some shots will give the boys a confidence boost. It’s a first day back thing. Get them energized, fired up!”

“What about me?”

“Try not to take any in the face.”

This is not gonna end well, I think to myself.

—————

Stepping into the net, Scott glances to the bleachers where Allison watches with Lydia, eyes focusing on them.

“Who is that,” Allison questions.

Him? I’m not sure who he is. Why?”

“He’s in my English class.”

Scott looks up, shocked to hear Allison asking about him. But with his hearing momentarily turned up, he flinches at the whistle blow, sound ringing through his skull.

One of the bigger players charges forward as the Assistant Coach passes the ball to him. Catching it, he whips his stick forward, hurling the ball toward the goal.

Still reeling from the whistle, Scott looks up too late to see the ball soaring toward him. It bounces right off his helmet and into the net. The team laughs wickedly. Even Coach snickers.

Cheeks burning under his mask, Scott readies himself for the next player. When the whistle blows again, he’s ready. The Assistant Coach passes the ball to the next player who catches it and fires it right at the goal.

Scott moves startlingly fast, almost an instantaneous reaction. Then he notices the player staring at him with a mixture of disappointment and surprise. Scott has the ball.

“Yeah!” Stiles shouts from the sideline, impressed with his friends newfound luck. “See I told you he was practicing,” I brag to Stiles.

When the next player takes the shot, Scott catches the ball again. And then again. And again. Nothing can get past him.

In the bleachers, Allison and Lydia sit forward.

“He seems like he’s pretty good,” Allison continues to stare at Scott practicing on the field

“Very good.” Intrigued, Lydia keeps her gaze locked on Scott who now stands with a far more confident posture. Until he sees that Jackson is next in line. Glaring at Scott, he practically strangles the lacrosse stick with his gloves.

“Oh God...” Scott croaks with fear.

The Assistant Coach tosses the ball up. Jackson launches forward, catching the ball and spinning around to fire it at the goal. But Scott moves with supernatural precision. The ball lands right in the pocket of the goalie stick.

Stiles and I let out hollers of excitement, jumping up from the bench. In the bleachers, Lydia stands and cheers as well causing Jackson to throw a look at her. She returns his glare with a sly smile, a warning to step up his game.

Grinning, Scott gives the goalie stick a whirl, spinning it with a flick of his wrist and sending the ball soaring right into the pocket of the stunned Assistant Coach’s stick.

—————

In the woods, Scott retraces his steps from last night with Stiles and I following behind him.

“I don’t know what it was. It was like, I had all the time in the world to catch the ball.”

Walking towards a bank we came to a river we had to cross. I hope Scott knows where he’s going. After seeing nowhere to cross we trudged through the river soaking our feet in the water. If my shoes smell after this I’m gonna kill him.

Reaching the other side, Scott continued with his worries. “And that’s not the only weird thing. I mean I can hear stuff I shouldn’t be able to hear. And I can smell things.”

“Smell things? Like what,” Stiles questions.

“Like the mint mojito gum in your pocket.”

“I don’t have any...” Stiles pulls out a lint-covered piece of wrapped gum.

Looking up at Scott in shock, he just shrugged, continuing his walk into the woods. Double checking, I ask him, “so all this started with the bite?”

“What if it’s an infection? What if my body is flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?”

“I’ve actually heard of this,” Stiles starts, “It’s a specific kind of infection.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah. Yeah. I think it’s called... Lycanthropy.”

“Oh my god.” I roll my eyes at his accusation. He can’t be serious.

“No I’m serious! This is important!”

“What’s that? Is it bad? It sounds bad.”

“It is. But only once a month.”

“Once a month?”

“On the night of a full moon. Awroooo”

Scott looks at him. And then it clicks. Giving him a push, we continued walking.

“Stiles you’re such a dumbass sometimes,” I chide.

“Hey, he’s the one who heard a wolf howling.”

“There could be something seriously wrong with me!” Scott looks back at Stiles with a look of fear.

“I know! You’re a werewolf! Grrr!” He slashes his hands through the air in a claw motion and I take this opportunity to stick my leg out in front of him and watch as he trips.

As Stiles falls to the forrest floor Scott and I laugh at his stupidity. “Okay, obviously, I’m kidding. But if you see me in shop class melting down all the silver I can find it’s because Friday’s a full moon.”

We seemed to reach the destination because Scott started to look around the area.

“I swear this was it. I saw the body, the deer came running, I dropped my inhaler...”

“Maybe the killer moved the body.”

“If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are like eighty bucks.”

As the boys thought of different theories I looked towards the woods and saw someone walking towards us. Is that.. Derek Hale?

“Hello,” I greet, waving to the man.

Stiles looks up at me and then to the man and taps Scott on the arm, pulling him to his feet. Derek Hale. Nineteen and unquestionably handsome, he has a rougher look than the cleanly shaven Beacon Hills boys.

“What are you doing here?”

Both Scott and Stiles are too stunned to speak at first “This is private property.”

“Sorry, we didn’t know,” Stiles assures.

Derek stares at Scott, barely noticing Stiles or I.

Scott opens his mouth to speak to the man but then closes it, at a loss for words.

I take this as an opportunity explain. “We were just looking for something but we’ll leave. Sorry to bother you.”

As we’re turning to go, Derek tosses an object to Scott. His inhaler. When he looks up, Derek is already walking away.

Now finding his voice, Scott mutters, “Aight, come on. I’ve gotta get to work.”

“Dude, that was Derek Hale, “Stiles exclaims. “You remember, right? He’s only a few years older than us.”

“Remember what?”

“His family. They all burned to death in a fire like ten years ago.”

We used to have a class together in school. “I remember the cops pulling him out of class to tell him,” I tell the boys. “I wonder what he’s doing back.”

Scott eyes the inhaler in his hand, closing his fist over it. “Come on,” he says again.

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[jaenophoria]

boyfriend!Jaehyun.

Words count: 1k+ words (this one took a month for me to posted this because the ending is so bad hshshsh)

Genre: angst, fluff

Warning: some grammatical errors (english is not my first language ><) , I didn't mean to make Yeri looked bad ((shes my baby 🥺)) but she fits here hahshs

☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

Two weeks without meeting your boyfriend is crazy. You have no idea how much you missed him so you decided to wait for him at his apartment. You planned to spend the whole night watching movies with him since tomorrow is weekend, so you bought some chips and soda as a snacks.

[2220]- he is back.

The clock shown it's almost half past ten, you waited for Jaehyun while watching television. A minute later, you heard someone open the door. You quickly get up from the sofa and run towards him. "Jaeeee-“ you whined and was about to hug him but stopped midway when you saw a girl holding him because he looked drunk as fuck.

His cheeks turned soft pink, he's really drunk you thought but that’s not the problem, the problem is the girl who was holding him, Yeri. A girl who once confessed to Jaehyun about her feelings even when she already knew that Jaehyun is in a relationship with you. “Not this bitch again” You murmured and walked towards him. "Hey babygirl, what are you doing here?” He smirked at you. “Hello, sorry for disturbing you but Jaehyun drank a lot today,” Yeri said. Her voice is shaking maybe because she had to hold Jaehyun, this man looks big now and he did tell you that he spend his hours most of the time at the gym lately.

"God I’m so tired” He rubbed his temple, feeling dizzy. “Come here Jae” You give your hands to him. Yeri offers some help but you refused, you're making that 'I don't want you to be here' face then Jaehyun walked towards you. "Thanks, you may leave now” You faked your smile and reached his hands. "B-but-“ Yeri hesitated, she's wanna help you but you don't want her to be here. "I said leave!” You yelled at her, she was taken aback when you yelled at her like that. There's an immediate fear that flashed on her face and she looked like she's about to yell back but kept it inside. Then she took a step out and leave.

"Slow down babygirl, she just helped me," he said and smiled like an idiot. "Shut up Jae, we were supposed to have-“ He wrapped his arms around you, "God I miss you so much, wait did you change your shampoo? Smells good” He smell the tip of your head. "Jae, let me go-“ You tried to escaped from him "No," The hug gets tighter. You sighed. “Let’s get you to your room,"

“Anyway why the hell is Yeri with you? You got no other friends than her?” You said as you put him to bed. “God, y/n I’m so tired right now, can we stop talking about this," His hand tried to find and reached pillows. "Yeah not when you forgot that we were supposed to spend time together today, I literally call and message you many times, is it so hard to pick up the call?” You kept nagging at him. "My phone is out of battery and I actually spent my whole day today in the library for this fucking project that I didn’t ask for and you don’t even care about what I want," he said calmly. "I don’t care about what you want? When I literally gave you two weeks to settle up for your project. And you don’t even want to spend at least one day with me. You chose to spend your day with that Yeri instead,” you almost raised your voice at him. “Yeri is my project partner y/n! How many times do I have to tell you?” He said furiously and a frown started to form on your face. "Yeah, b-but," “Can you stop being such a pain in the ass bitch?“ He raised his voice and this time it made you speechless for a while, you were surprised, you didn't expect for him to turn his voice like that.

Tears are starting to form in your eyes without you knowing but you quickly took a breath and tried to calm yourself. Of course you're aware that the boy you love isn't in the best condition to give the answers to your questions.

“I will and don’t talk to me until you realized what you’ve just said to me, Jae” Your voice cracked up because all you wanna do now is cry. Jaehyun did realized what he said to you and he didn't mean it at all "No, y/n. It’s late already. Please stay" He quickly held your hand and tried to stop your from leaving but you avoided it and just left without looking at the back.

[0800] - he apologized.

You woke up because you heard something from your kitchen, someone is cooking...? Smells good anyway.

You get up, visions still blurred. You rubbed your eyes and stretched your body. You get up from your bed and heading to the kitchen. You saw a body, tall man wearing white shirt and his sweatpants also an apron.

"Jaehyun?” Your eyebrows furrowed. “I hope I didn’t wake you up” He turned around his head and looked at you, smile. "You did wake me up” You folded your arms. "I made you breakfast” He smiled until his dimple appeared. Yeah, that smile did melted your heart but you didn't react at all then he quickly went to you and holds your hands tight "Okay, listen. I’m really really sorry about last night. I know I’m fucked up. I’m sorry—“ You rolled your eyes but you can't resist your boyfriend “Okay shut up” You put your hands on his lips. “I know you didn’t mean it and I’m sorry for pressuring you last night” You smiled.

He smiled again "So are we good now?" , you just hummed. He then kissed your lips, softly and without you realized you kissed him back, put your hand on his necks and he deepened the kiss. He pulled your waist to him and pushed you against the wall, sucks on your lower lips make you whimpered. "I miss you" he say. "I went to salon yesterday, knowing that you love to play with my hair so I went there get some hair treatment so it will smells amazing" you pouted then you heard him chuckled "Hey, it's not funny" you slightly slapped his chest then he hugged you "You know what, you're cute baby! I'm sorry okay?" He rubbed your hair "Still smells amazing, let me tie your hair" he then dragged you to your room and make your hair in a cute ponytail then you both enjoyed the breakfast together in the kitchen.

#jaehyun drabbles #jaehyun timestamps #boyfriend!jaehyun #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun fluff #nct jaehyun #jung jaehyun #nct 127 #nct u #nct drabbles #nct timestamps #nct imagines #nct fluff #jaehyun angst #nct angst

[zevlors-tail]

Ehi!how are you?I see your post and would love to be part of your match up ask!(Sorry for my english,I am Italian and I hope to be very clear..) ...

Matchup for tremendouswolfsaladranch! Sorry, it wouldn’t let me tag you for some reason, but here it is! Hope you like it! :) By the way, I understood your english and could read it all! No worries. <3 I’m SO sorry it took so long. ;w; Also, I didn’t have room to fit in some parts of the drabble, but I tried to stick to what you wanted as much as possible. I hope this was okay!

I match you with: Izuku Midoriya!

That gif tho

-Green Bean would be super shy around you but also very friendly. You’re both shy around each other, so there’s just lots of blushy moments and stuttering, but the attraction is there. He makes friends with everyone so easily and willingly, so of course he wants to be your friend too!

-You both became best friends pretty fast. You have your group of friends that you hang out with on a regular basis, but he’s also your best friend, and you see him quite often as well! Once you get more comfortable with each other, you start really having fun, and that’s when he realizes he is head over heels for you. He loves to watch you interact with all your friends and see how kind and outgoing and fun you are!

-Finds your quirk super fascinating! Especially considering how similar the consequences of it are to his own quirk. This boy deals with broken bones so much it’s not even funny. So if you ever get hurt, expect him to be there, checking you over, making sure it’s safe for him to take you to Recovery Girl. Because believe me, he definitely will. He’s been there himself tons of times; he knows the drill by now lol. He likes to study everyone’s quirk, and that includes yours. He would love for you to humor him by answering his questions about it!

-He understands if you need space when you’re upset. Izuku is a very understanding person in general, so he gets it, although it does hurt him to see you isolate yourself from him and everyone else. But the moment you come back to him apologizing and feeling guilty, he’ll be right there to tell you that it wasn’t your fault, that you can work on whatever is bothering you together and if he did something or said something wrong, he’s going to fix it, no doubt about it. He’s a good learner in all aspects, relationships included. 

-Overall you make a really good pair together. He loves you so much and takes you out on dates to places he thinks you’ll really enjoy in his free time. He’s such a sweetheart to you, and you can bet he’s going to spoil you rotten.

Fall Drabble: Fall Festival/Pumpkins

I went a little extra on this because I ran out of ideas on the Headcanons, so if it’s a bit longer than others, that’s why. Also, I LOVED your idea for this! SO CUTE.

“Wow, I can’t believe the amount of effort everyone put in to this festival. It turned out pretty neat!” Midoriya walked along beside you as you both marveled at all the activities going on around you. UA had really gotten into the Autumn Spirit this year, and each class had contributed to the festival by hosting a Fall themed activity or experience for the other students to enjoy. It ran all weekend long, each grade participating on a different day so that the other students in different grades could enjoy themselves. Today just so happened to be the upperclassman’s turn to show off their projects and events, so both you and Midoriya had set a few hours of the day aside to enjoy yourselves before you put in your own hard work for the other students tomorrow.

“Yeah, it’s all so cool! Fall is my favorite time of year. All the nice smells in the air, hot apple cider, all the warm colors everywhere...” You smiled to yourself as you recalled all of the reasons that you loved Autumn. “Especially the trees. All of the leaves are changing color, and soon the ground will be covered in beautiful hues of reds and oranges and yellows. I can’t wait to rake up a huge pile of them and jump into it!”

Izuku gave you an adoring look as you rambled on, his eyes glued to your happy face. Nothing made him happier than to see you happy. He wanted so badly to tell you how he really felt, but how could he? He didn’t want to ruin your friendship, not now that you two were so close. And he was just shy...and scared. What if you rejected him? What if you never spoke to him again? He didn’t think he could handle that, so for now, he was content to watch you from afar.

Luckily for him, you had other ideas.

“Hey, what’s that over there?” From a distance, there was a giant blur of orange, and you stared in curiosity as you got closer and closer to it, the giant blob of orange turning into much small blobs of orange instead.

“Looks like...a pumpkin patch! I think Mirio’s class came up with this one,” he explained to you.

Sure enough, the second Togata and his friends spotted you, they waved you over, and you were more than happy to oblige. You saw that your friends were there as well, picking out pumpkins of their own, and Mina happily welcomed you and Izuku into their small group.

You meandered through the haystacks and lines of pumpkins until you found the perfect one: spotless, symmetrically round, and a cute little stem poking out from the top. Not too big, not too small, but just your size and easy to pick up and hold. You nabbed it before anyone else could and made your way back to your group of friends.

“Guys, I found it! I found the perfect pumpkin!” You shouted in excitement as you halted to a stop in front of them. Most of them had their pumpkins picked out as well, including Izuku.

“You’re right, Y/N! That one’s totally flawless, unlike the one Midoriya picked out,” Mina snickered. 

Turning your attention to said boy, you saw him blush as he tried to defend himself and his interesting looking pumpkin. “I-It’s not that bad! I thought the bumps gave it some personality...” He mumbled the last part, indignant that everyone else wanted to judge his poor little pumpkin. Well, almost everyone else. Of course you would defend it with him!

“I think it’s cute,” you told him, a slight blush on your face as well. You took a closer look at the lopsided, gnarled, and bumpy orange thing in his hands. It was...probably? A pumpkin?

“Thank you, Y/N.” He gave everyone else a mock glare and a fake pout.

“I’m sure that pumpkin isn’t the only thing you think is cute, Y/N,” Mina teased you suddenly. “Didn’t you want to say something to Midoriya, here?” She nudged your side with her elbow and waggled her eyebrows at you.

Oh, right. The plan.

Beside you, Izuku tilted his head in confusion. “Did...you have something you wanted to tell me?”

“U-Um, I- Well...” You stumbled over your words, not quite sure how to say how you were feeling. Now that this was actually happening, it felt so much different than you thought it would. You were more nervous, quieter, more on edge and confused about what you should say.

“Well, I’ll just leave you two alone then! Good luck, Y/N!” Mina said in a sing-song voice. Finally she left you alone, and you stood there dumbfounded about what to say.

Sensing your distress, Midoriya grabbed your hand with his free one to bring you back to reality. “Hey, do you maybe want to get a caramel apple? We can sh-share it if you don’t mind...” he offered shyly.

Thankful for the distraction, you nodded your head and followed him to the caramel apple stand that was nearby, your pumpkins still in tow. You gave him a small “Thanks,” as he handed the sticky sweet treat to you, but only after taking a bite out of it himself. You both sat down on a bench for a moment to watch the people around you, laughs ringing out and smiles being shared between everyone. With your pumpkins now settled in your laps and both of your hands free again, Izuku returned his left hand to your right and slotted his fingers through yours. Maybe he didn’t know how to verbally confess his feelings, but he could show it through actions. You, on the other hand...

You took another bite of the apple and chewed on it thoughtfully before finally handing it back to him, watching as he took another bite himself. From across the way, you spotted Mina with a sly grin on her face giving you a thumbs up, and you gathered all the courage you could as you opened your mouth to speak.

“H-Hey...Izuku?”

“Hm?” His replied, his mouth still full of caramel apple and bits of nuts.

“I-I...Well, I really like you!” you blurted out. Izuku nearly choked on the apple, a cough resounding in his throat. “Are you okay!?”

“F-Fine...I’m fine!” he managed after he swallowed. “I feel the same way! I just...was too afraid to say it, and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, but now I don’t have to because I know you feel the same way, and that makes me really happy! But I just wish I could have said something sooner and-”

He was rambling again.

You boldly leaned over, both hands gripping him by the collar of his shirt as you pulled him in for a kiss to shut him up. That seemed to do the trick, his eyes going blank in a split second while he internally freaked out. The both of you just sat there for a moment blushing, until you felt him squeeze your hand tight, and he slowly leaned in to return your kiss.

You could hear Mina in the distance hollering congrats at the both of you, and you just smiled at each other as Izuku held the caramel apple out to you.

“Want another bite?” He grinned.

I maybe might come back and clean this up later and add more to make it a small one shot who knows

#matchup #tremendouswolfsaladranch #bnha matchups #izuku #izuku midoriya

[sunmontuewrites]

Tale Feather (Kurtofsky fanfic)

So I wrote a fic, and then I wrote some more of it, and now it’s complete. I don’t even know what I’m doing with my writing anymore... Apparently 3.3K of Kurtofsky smut is where we’re going this weekend.

Based on this mood board that @team-lionheart7 made for @blueorchids (I don’t know if I should apologise for writing fic or not? Sorry if I stepped on toes - I am not sure if this is a done thing or not...?)

I will post this on AO3 once I have got my lycra and lowboys in order (i.e. corrected the spelling to ‘American’ English and if you catch any blatant non-American turns-of-phrase which are confusing let me know!)

SUMMARY:  David Karofsky runs a successful bar in the city, into which one Kurt Hummel stumbles, complete with startlingly high heels.

TALE FEATHER

               The music is loud enough that Dave can feel it in his chest as he mixes and pours drinks, feet shuffling to the beat occasionally. It’s not like he doesn’t trust his staff but he loves the buzz of a busy Saturday night, people moving on the dance floor, the energy is electrifying and he never gets bored of it. They’d bought the entire ramshackle building when it was barely compliant ten years ago in a forclosure sale and now it’s this. Offices on the first floor, apartments on the second and third, on the ground floor a café-restaurant, a couple of boutique shops and his bar. The entire building is special to him, but Tale Feather has been his special project for the last five years and he has poured his life and soul into it, the returns have been a thousand fold. It had started as a high end cocktail bar with a dance floor on Saturdays and it had been his baby. Then it had grown and matured, his cocktails somehow catching the eyes of several people, and then… it is the place to be.

               Dave owns it. Mostly. He has two investors with a 30% interest each, Wayne and Tam, but they trust him and it’s not like he would screw himself over with bad business decisions. He got his business degree and then didn’t know what the fuck to do with it so had just kept making drinks, his part-time job that had helped put him through college. He’s lucked out on having Wayne as a boss who coached him, acted as a mentor, invested and got him through the first couple of years. He obviously had self-interests but Dave knows his life wouldn’t be anywhere as good as it is without his help and is lucky enough to count him a good friend now.

               A bump to his hip from Lee has him looking up and Lee’s jerking his chin to the door and he tenses, wonders if he’s going to need to act as an additional bouncer, because he’s done that before, except no… it’s just a bunch of new people and okay, they’re all young and hot, but Dave is on the other side of thirty and all he’ll really do is enjoy looking. He lets his eyes run over them, appreciates the toned flesh on display and clothes chosen specifically to show their bodies and then notes that they’re all in heels, even the guys. His eyes skitter back, because there was…

               “Oh shit…” he says under his breath, and Lee is cackling like he’s just heard the best joke ever and Dave shakes his head.

               He recognises him of course, because he still looks the same, his body larger, more muscular, a man’s body rather than a teenagers, older than most of the other people’s he with but… Dave would bet money he’s a dancer. That they’re all dancers. He’s dressed in tight black pants and he can’t tell whether they’re leggings or jeans without getting his hands on them. The top is a simple white dress shirt, meant to be too big and tied at his waist to accentuate the hips. He doesn’t know if Kurt will recognise him but he’s approaching the bar fast and Dave lets his eyes travel up Kurt’s body. Heels. Four inch stilettos and Kurt is moving like he’s wearing regular shoes. Definitely a dancer then and the way his hips snap has him swallowing and wondering if he can maybe beat a hasty retreat to his apartment on the top floor. Instead his second of indecision has him faced with Kurt who isn’t even looking at him, which okay, he can work with that.

               “What can I get for you?”

               Kurt’s head snaps around at that and there is definitely recognition there. He’s not sure if that’s a good thing.

               “David!”

               “Kurt. Hi. What can I get you?”

               “A bottle of water to start would be great thanks,” Kurt says, and his eyes are travelling over Dave and he’s pretty sure he’s being checked out. Dave quirks an eyebrow as he cracks open a new bottle and slides it toward Kurt. He’d return the not-so-subtle once-over except he already did that when Kurt was approaching the bar and he doesn’t know if it was really Kurt checking him out or assessing how much he’s changed since school.

               “So, what’s good here?”

               “To drink?” Dave asks, and he didn’t mean to add any innuendo to that, but it’s too late now and Kurt’s lip is curling and okay… he was being checked out. His lips twitch in amusement.

               “Are there other things on offer?”

               He freezes, looks at Kurt and there’s almost a challenge in his eyes. Fuck, that was definitely a proposition. He hasn’t done casual sex in years, not since college really, and his last boyfriend and him broke up four months back. But he knows Kurt. Obviously not well, because it’s been nearly twenty years since high school, but his teenage self is hyperventilating somewhere in his chest and he’s glad that at least he’s in control. It’s not the first time he’s been propositioned in his bar, it is the first time he wants to take them up on it.

               “They aren’t printed on the menu…”

               “Maybe you can tell me about them?”

               Dave swallows and licks his lips, watches Kurt watch him and yeah okay, he’s going to do this.

               “Lee! I’m out!”

               “Sure thing!” Lee calls back, eyebrows wiggling and Dave rolls his eyes, because he’s never going to live this down. Fucked if he even cares right now. He isn’t even needed behind the bar and he comes around the side, lifting the divide to stand beside Kurt.

               “I have to check, you’re sober right?”

               “One hundred percent…” Kurt says, and his eyes are intense and Dave can feel his heart rate picking up.

               “Good. That’s good…”

               “Where are you taking me?”

               “The office, I can lock it behind me…”

               The grin Kurt gives him is filthy and he lets out a bark of laughter, fingers circling Kurt’s wrist to urge him to follow, his other hand going into his pocket to fetch the keys, and he’s impressed he doesn’t even fumble as he swipes the security fob that takes them out the back. There’s the stock room and staff bathrooms and then the little office where Dave tries to do all his business related work… Getting the key in the lock proves more difficult, especially when Kurt presses his chest against his back and lets his hips undulate.

               “Fuck, you’re hotter than you were in high school…”

               “Uh, thanks?” Dave says, a little surprised because he’s pretty sure he was never on Kurt’s radar in high school, not in that particular way anyway. He manages to get the key in and turn, pushing the office door open and pulls Kurt in, shuts the door and presses Kurt back against it, presses a knee between Kurt’s and lets his hands run up his thighs, can feel the muscles and knows the fabric is that weird stretchy-hybrid made to look like denim but which will, in fact, be conveniently easy to peel off… He runs his hand over Kurt’s cock, gets a little thrill that he can already feel it plumping up before he lets both hands rest on Kurt’s hips. Kurt’s own hands have been skating over his arms and shoulders, all covered by the leather of his jacket and he realises he should probably take it off. He shrugs out of it, tosses it toward his desk chair and ignores the fact he missed. The floor is still preferable than getting come stains.

               He’s not sure what they going to do, it’s not like he keeps supplies in his office when his apartment is five floors away. Part of him doesn’t want to take Kurt there, wants to either blow him right here, or a hand job or… He feels the fingers in his hair, curling and pulling his head down and then they’re kissing, Kurt’s body is arching away from the door to press toward him and he leans into it, pulls Kurt’s hips tighter and swallows their moans. It feels like they kiss forever, his lips become swollen and sensitive, his hands moving over Kurt’s body trying to touch everywhere the same way his tongue is trying to learn Kurt’s mouth.

               He finds the tiny patch Kurt missed when he shaved, his hands ghost under his shirt, brushes over a nipple that pebbles into hardness under a flick of his thumb and he wants to get his mouth on it. Kurt’s hands move over his shoulders, finger tips raking down his back before gripping his hips and pulling him closer into a grind before they move back up, skirting under his t-shirt. Dave focusses for a few moments on undoing the fucking buttons on Kurt’s shirt, pulling at the knot in the fabric, patience wearing thin.

               His lips have moved across Kurt’s face, teeth nipping at his throat and then Kurt’s hands are helping, stripping the shirt off and tossing it in the same direction as Dave’s jacket. There’s a fucking tank underneath but before he can swear about it Kurt’s stripping it off as well and yeah… Dave lowers his head to a tan nipple, gives it a broad swipe with his tongue before circling is a couple of times with the tip before grazing across it with his cheek, knows his facial hair isn’t short enough to hurt, but will still hopefully elicit a positive response. Kurt’s gasping moan is gratifying and he moves back up, trailing kisses and scraping his teeth across his collar bone before sucking gently at the juncture in his neck.

               “David… fuck…”

               He captures Kurt’s lips with his own again, moving his hand to stroke Kurt through his ridiculous pants, which he has to be thankful for right now because they hide absolutely fucking nothing and Kurt is scrabbling to push them down and Dave just murmurs I got you under his breath and slips both his hands down the waist band and cups Kurt’s ass cheeks in his hands, grinds them together as he feels Kurt pant warm breath against his neck before he’s sucking and biting as well. He grunts, hooks his thumbs and pulls, knows it can’t be comfortable because the fabric is tighter across the front now, not that Kurt can probably tell with how hard he’s riding Dave’s thigh. Then he’s rolling the pants down, bunching them under the crease of Kurt’s ass, can feel Kurt squirming to roll his pants down and Dave is suddenly appreciative of the easy access fly on his jeans. He slide his hands around, moves back slightly to make room and pulls both underwear and pants down so they’re around Kurt’s well muscles thighs; flushed cock straining upwards and he had absolutely zero regrets about deciding to go with this decision tonight.

               He circles his fingers around Kurt’s cock, firm but not too tight. He doesn’t know what Kurt likes and this is why he doesn’t usually do casual. Kurt isn’t complaining though and Dave watches Kurt’s cock move in his fist a couple of times while also watching Kurt’s hands lower his zipper and then Kurt’s hand is pressing against his erection and Dave groans, pushing against Kurt’s hand and shifting so his own jeans and underwear are now halfway down his thighs. Kurt shifts then, and he’s not sure how, but their cocks seem almost perfectly aligned, Kurt’s hand circling them both and Dave lets him, squeezing his own hand over Kurt’s. Fuck.

               They move that way for a while, one hand on their cocks, hips grinding a little, their free hands scraping across exposed nipples and Dave is still wearing his t-shirt but he doesn’t care, because Kurt is letting that stop him from biting at the fabric covered skin.

               “Can I blow you?” Dave asks, whispering the words after licking up Kurt’s neck, stopping and nibbling and sucking and it’s all slick heat between them. Kurt’s entire body surges toward him.

               “Fuck yes… please…”

               He kisses his way down Kurt’s chest, paying attention to each nipple before moving lower, enjoys the feel of Kurt’s ribs moving as they suck in fast breaths under his fingers and he grasps Kurt’s ass again, runs his nose up along the length of Kurt’s erection, watches Kurt as he throws his head back to only hit the door with a thunk. He runs his hands down Kurt’s legs then and… he’s still wearing the fucking heels. He groans, grips Kurt’s ankles and then runs his hand back up, hope Kurt’s aware of just how much he turn him on, how much he likes feeling the firm muscle beneath his fingers.

               His lips and tongue have been butterfly soft on Kurt’s cock, passing time while his hands explored and he lets himself press firm licks and then, lips wet, he sucks the head of Kurt’s cock into his mouth, cheeks hollowing and moves his hands to grip Kurt’s hips and ass, fingers spreading wide to hold him still while he gets a feel, Kurt’s cock dragging across his tongue, moving his head back and forward, lips and tongue moving in unison to provide as much pleasure as he knows how. Kurt’s hands flutter, seemingly undecided on where they should stay. One settles on one of his own hands, pressing it harder into Kurt’s hip and he can feel the tiny prick of nails digging into skin. The other hand combs through his hair, scraping over his scalp which makes his skin prickle, move to dig into his shoulder before running through his own hair.

               The noises they’re making sound loud over the distant bass of the music, Kurt muttering under his breath and Dave hears his name enough, it makes him suck a little harder each time, move a little faster. He lets his hand not covered by Kurt’s drop to his own cock and he just grips, focussing on Kurt’s pleasure for now. He can feel the small aborted flexes of his hips beneath his hand, against his tongue and he lets his hand holding Kurt still relax a little, urges him into a little motion; feels smug at the gasping shudders and he shifts his knees, raises his head and so he’s just got the head in his mouth. Wraps his hand around the base of Kurt’s cock and jerks hard and fast, continuing the sucking, head bobbing in synch with his hand; ignores Kurt’s scrambling fingers trying to warn him because he’s not new to this, he can tell Kurt’s close and he isn’t taken by surprise when he feels his mouth fill and he swallows, throat working and it always reminds him of oysters.

               Kurt’s finger grip his t-shirt and he lets Kurt drag him upwards, then he’s being thoroughly kissed, glad Kurt doesn’t have any hesitation about kissing him when his mouth still tastes of come. It clearly isn’t a turn off at all and it suddenly feels like Kurt has grown an additional pair of hands, they’re moving over Dave’s body like he can’t get enough of him. One hand seems to stay on his cock, he’s not sure if Kurt is trying to keep it in time with the beat of the bass but that’s what it feels like. Kurt’s teeth scrape down his neck and Dave groans, hips jerking and he lets his hands hold onto Kurt’s ass, think about what it might feel like if they ever did this properly.

               “Fuck Kurt…”

               He moves a hand to cradle the back of Kurt’s head, kisses forcefully, rougher than before, more teeth and biting and his cock is starting to ache with the need to come and he knows the space between them isn’t giving Kurt any room to move his hand, not really, but he knows what he wants; braces an arm on the door, wraps his hand around Kurt’s hand on his cock and jerks off, hard and fast while his lips, teeth and beard absolutely wreck Kurt’s pale skin. When he comes it spurts between them and he can barely breathe with watching, feels a little hysterical as it runs down Kurt’s chest and he resists the urge to run his hands through it, rub it all over him.

               He sucks in a few lungfuls of air in between some softer kisses, tries to force his heart rate to slow and ensure he’s steady on his feet before he steps back. He pulls his t-shirt over his head uses it to wipe Kurt’s chest. It won’t be the first time he’s had to go to his apartment with no shirt on, but it’s always been spilled drinks to blame before. He doesn’t miss the look Kurt gives the ink on his upper arms and chest; now that they’ve gotten off Dave has no idea what to say. He picks up Kurt’s clothes and passes it to him and watches as he dresses. The skin on Kurt’s face and neck is red-raw and Dave would feel bad if he hadn’t just had Kurt gasping against him. Beard burn is a thing he can’t avoid giving his partners, however there are probably a few bite marks which he maybe should have avoided, because he hadn’t really meant to leave those. Not that Kurt was complaining.

               “I’ll, um, see you…” Kurt says, waving a hand back in the direction they had come and Dave nods, leans forward for a final kiss and lets him go.

---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ----

               “Boss! There’s some guy peering in the window. You want me to go tell him to go away?”

               “I can do it…” Dave says, stretching out his neck and back from where he’s been crouching to count stock. It’s only just past lunch and they don’t open on a Sunday anyway, so he’s hoping it’s just someone being nosey. Or after lost property, which is pretty common. He walks to the front, slows when he sees Kurt and then speeds up again, unlocking and opening the door to the street quickly.

               “Kurt. Hi…”

               “Ooohhh… so this is Kurt huh?”

               Dave pulls a face at Andreas because he hasn’t said anything about anyone, but of course Kurt is now looking at him with one eyebrow raised and Dave just shakes his head

               “You can go and continue the stock take…” Dave says, shoving the tablet into Andreas’ hand and shooing him back to the stock room, watching him go with a pointed look that he hopes tells him to not fucking eavesdrop.

               “Sorry about that. How can I help?” Dave asks, and he smirks at the little flush of pink in Kurt’s cheeks.

               “I didn’t get your number.”

               “I didn’t think you wanted my number…” Dave says honestly, because it hadn’t really occurred to him that Kurt might want… more.

               “I waited at the bar but you never came back to work… I worried that you maybe got fired. The whole sex in the office…”

               Dave laughs, shakes his head slightly. Kurt doesn’t know he can’t get fired and he’s not sure what to tell him.

               “Why do you want my number Kurt?”

               “Honestly?”

               “Always.”

               “I’m interested in more than… just last night.”

               “Okay…”

               He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet, flicking through to the fancy business cards shaped like a feather that he had made that have all his details. Passes it to Kurt and feels a little smug as Kurt takes in the logo on the frosted glass, the business card that has David Karofsky – Owner/Operator on it and then Kurt is laughing, shaking his head.

               “You have any other surprises you want to tell me about?”

               “That would be telling. You’ll just have to find them out the old fashioned way.”

               “I look forward to it.”

#kurtofsky #kurtofsky fanfiction #kpirates #david karofsky #fanfiction #fan fic

[salted-cushions]

All the reasons I gave you, the things I wanted and didn’t want - they were real, but they paled next to you. Like candles lit under the midday sun. And I, weak and stupid, watched the sun set on my life for the last time instead of snuffing even one of my candles out. Now they’ve all burned out, and so I’m sitting in the dark with nothing but my regrets to keep me company.

Long-ass emo post that takes a long time to get the the point, be warned.

I have taken up running in the past few weeks. I am not a strong runner, but my aerobic capacity is slowly improving and I’m starting to enjoy it... slightly.

I ran a community 5K this morning, and the emailed me my results about an hour later. I ran it in 33:15, which was much better than last time but still slow as fuck in the grand scheme of things - the fastest guy there posted a time of 17:30ish, which I know because he lapped me about 10 meters before the finish line.

So I was pretty confused when they told me I ran the fastest time in my age category. Like wtf? So I opened the results page and sorted it by age category - and it turns out that out of 182 runners, eight of them were between the ages of 20 and 29.

Where the fuck do I find people my age to make friends with? Most of the people in my course don’t speak english well enough to really get to know them, and besides they tend to form their own little cliques based on nationality - the chinese students have their own little groups, as do the indians and sri lankans. The singaporean and hong kong group is a bit more welcoming (and they tend to speak better english too), but like... I can get along with them well enough, but not well enough to be part of the in crowd, y’know? And it feels kinda weird to be the only white guy hanging out with an entirely asian crew. Plus their main social activities seem to be hot pot and boba tea, neither of which I’m that in to.

I’d really hoped that I’d be able to make some friends doing this running group thing, but I guess only the young and old do it. Ever since I’ve moved back to the suburbs I just never see anyone between highschool age and middle age. And the people who are kinda around my age are like... young families who’re starting out with homeownership and having kids, just at a different stage of life than I am. I guess all the young people are living near unis or towards the city.

A few years ago, I wanted friends who went out and got drunk, had house parties, did drugs and had lots of casual sex. And I had that, for a little while, working at a bar near the city - we’d pull 12 hour shifts, sit in the bar after close and drink our paychecks, hit the clubs and dance for hours, hook up with strangers, crash somewhere for a couple hours sleep and do it all again tomorrow. But it’s not as fulfilling as I thought it would be, I think I only wanted it because I thought I missed out in my teens and early 20s. (Hospitality bosses want their employees to do this, by the way - they’ve created this culture where you basically get abused by them and the customers all day, then spend all your money drinking at your workplace to get the bad feelings out, and then by the time the next shift rolls around you’re so tired and hungover all you want is to get through your shift and get drunk again. It’s disgusting, and I hope I never work at a bar again).

So what sort of friends do I want now? I don’t really know. I want to be able to talk about things that are on my mind, share my accomplishments and have them celebrated, get support when I need it and give it when they do. I want to host dinner parties and cocktail nights, and go to my friends’ dinner parties and cocktail nights. I want to go to nice restaurants and classy bars for celebrations, and maybe hit a club and dance until I can’t stand once or twice a year - but not on a school night, that’s not very smart.

I guess part of my problem is I want to do everything and be accepted everywhere (thanks, ADHD). Not that many people want to go and see the ballet or a musical, and also get high and talk about life, and also exercise every day and be fit and healthy, and also get shitfaced and dance until the sun comes up. People I meet seem to have space in their lives for work or school, family, a couple good friends, and exactly one ‘other’. My ‘other’ is a list a mile long, and everything has to be done at 110% otherwise I’m not interested in the slightest. I miss dancing - but there’s no point taking it up again until I can commit $5k/year and 15+ hours/week to competition training, plus probably another $5k/year on costuming, shoes and travel. I miss world of warcraft - but there’s no point playing unless I’m gonna do 10-15 hours of keystones on top of raiding three nights every week. I miss league of legends - but there’s no point playing unless I’m gonna play four hours a night to keep my skills sharp, oh and also that game makes me so fucking angry that I’ve broken more than one keyboard playing it. I miss martial arts - I kinda wanna do jujitsu, but it’s so expensive and you gotta buy all the gear straight away, and I know that if I get into it I’ll start wanting to train every day and spend all my time and money on it. Plus I don’t always get along with the kind of people who do it - the typical BJJ guy is either an older dude who realised he was getting fat and had a midlife crises, or a younger guy with a shaved head and intense eyes with dark circles whose bought into the culture with a cult-like intensity and has the vibe of being on the precipice of getting an SS tattoo. I miss magic the gathering, but collecting cards for a competitive decks is an incredibly expensive and time-consuming process with significant setbacks every couple months when a new set comes out, plus MTG people tend to be have this unique combination of zero social skills, zero personal hygiene, and intense arrogance that makes them eminently unlikeable.

I like lifting, but I don’t really like gym culture - if it’s powerlifting, it’s all bearded bikie sorta guys listening to heavy metal. If it’s weightlifting, it’s very insular and cliquey (although the scene in my city is very small, so that might be a poor judgement). If it’s ‘bodybuilding’ - not people who compete, but guys who want big pecs and arms, and girls who want a skinny waist and a fat ass - it’s all ‘yeah brah’ meathead vibes and shallow instagramming. Besides, I spent all this money on my home gym stuff, so I can’t really justify paying for a gym membership just for socialising.

I like running, or I’m liking it so far. I don’t know about the people, they seem a bit too... normal for me. Everyone’s chatting about their spouses and kids and dogs, except the little group of competitive runners who seem to be more interested in training than chatting (funny that). Maybe that’s how I find myself and make some friends - keep moving towards having a house and a spouse and kids and a dog. That’s scary though. Is that what I want?

This has been on my mind a lot recently, to be honest. In a year I’ll be finished with my degree (theoretically) and hopefully find a professional, salaried job. What then? Except for the year I decided I would drop out of school and have a career in hospitality (bad idea), that’s been the point where my idea of the future stops for quite a while now. I know I want to buy a house or an apartment at some point, and since I found out that my sister and I are inheriting an interstate property homeownership is actually starting to sound realistic. I know, in broad strokes, the field I want to work in. But... do I want to live in the city and live the urbanite single life? Do I want to have a family and live further out where there’s space and more greenery? If my research project goes well, maybe I could try and get hired on as a research assistant, or if I find something worthwhile I could put together a PhD proposal (lol good luck with my amazing 1.1 GPA). I could work for the local government, or the state government, or the federal government, or a design firm, or a construction firm, or a consulting firm... the options are so many and I don’t even know how to begin evaluating them.

Of course it’s all a bit of a pointless exercise right now, because I’ll honestly take whatever job I can get when I graduate. There’s a lot of jobs for civil grads, but with my awful grades, dodgy resume and just being older than the rest of my cohort, I won’t have the luxury of being choosy. Public, private, non-profit, research, city-based, rural or even interstate - I’ll be submitting as many applications as I can and taking whatever I can get. And that will cut down my options for stuff like where I like and what kind of lifestyle I want to lead, like I can’t be seeing musicals every weekend and frequenting trendy cocktail lounges if I’m living and working off in Traralgon or whatever, and I can’t be living on a ten-acre rural plot with some sheep and a couple of border collies if I need to drive into the city for work every day.

I’m not ready to turn 30. I’m getting my shit together, but it’s so fucking slow and frustrating. At the start of the year I tore up my life and started from scratch - like I have every few years since I turned 16 - but I think and hope that this will be the last time, now that I’m aware of my patterns, medicated, and trying to plan for my future. But making those plans means... I need to figure out who I am and who I want to be. I need to separate what’s a part of me from what’s manifestations of ADHD. I need to figure out what I genuinely like, and what I think I like because it’s novel, or stimulating, or because I saw people doing it and instinctively wanted to mirror them. I need to dig through the ideal version of myself, the person that I want to be, and figure out what pieces are good and what aren’t. A couple years ago, I had this idea that the ideal me would say ‘I’m gonna do what I want, and the people who don’t like that can piss off.’ Well, I woke up one day recently and realised that I had no friends because that attitude had systematically pushed everybody that I cared for out of my life, so that’s one idea that I’m working on getting rid of.

There is one part of that which is very difficult for me to approach, though... and that’s my ex. She told me that she thought I looked hot with a beard, and so that became part of my ideal version of myself. I normally wear stubble these days - but with the nice clean line shaved into my cheek, just like she liked. I tell myself this is the way I think it looks best. But maybe I only do it because my ideal me is built for her. Before I met her, I already wanted to be fit, healthy and strong - dance training, lifting, sometimes running (but never sticking to it). But fitness was a big part of her life, and while we were together I absorbed some of that from her. It would be stupid to drop it from my life altogether, but I can’t help but wonder how much of why and how I do these things is constructed around her.

I never met anyone who understood me like she did. I’ve never liked sharing hobbies with girlfriends - inevitably they don’t quite get it, just as I don’t quite get theirs. Like, girls who wanted to play video games with me didn’t understand my drive to improve and be competitive - how when I play a game I’m constantly striving, in every moment, to be that little bit quicker, more accurate, more efficient, to make the right calls, to pick the right strategies. To them, a game is just a game to play for fun - and there’s nothing wrong with that, but it’s not how I enjoy video games and I’m going to be intensely frustrated for every single second of you clumsily trying to participate in something I’ve spent thousands of hours getting better at. I can’t even play Mario Party without becoming a ruthless monster, please let’s put on a movie or something before my head implodes.

She got it, though. Not with video games - she didn’t give two shits about them - but about fitness. She wasn’t like those people who come to the gym to half-heartedly do a set on every machine and then go home to eat ice cream, or the people who just do an hour of incline walking while watching tv and playing on their phones. She did research, and made intelligent plans, and took it seriously. She’d grit her teeth and push through the shittiest days, where lesser women (and men) would have cut their workout short and gone home. She badly needed to succeed, so badly that every little failure cut her to the quick. Healthy? Fuck no. But just like me. More than me, better than me. We understood each other. And let me tell you, you’ve never known love until you’ve watched your girlfriend grind her way out of a PR squat that by all rights she should have failed - and then seen the elation on her face once she’s racked the bar and realised what she just achieved.

Jesus, I’m close to tears now. I just wanted to bitch about not having any friends and I’ve once again segued into pining over her. God I’m so lonely. Why am I like this?

Reading over that last paragraph... it does sound like I have genuine feelings for her, and not just an obsessive need to recapture the one that got away. So that’s... good, I think. It doesn’t change anything really... it doesn’t uncover a new course of action to take, or instruct on how to manage my feelings better. But I don’t want to be that creepy, obsessive ex. I’ve felt like that a lot over the past couple years, but only internally... I’ve tried to leave her alone and done pretty well, I think. Like yeah, I think about her way too much and stalk her socials pretty regularly, but if she doesn’t see any of that then... it won’t make her uncomfortable. That’s the theory. And I’m getting better with the stalking... I just open her instagram and say to myself ‘see? still blocked and set to private. you didn’t miss anything.’ and then I can close it and go about my day. Not great, but... better than the alternatives for now.

This is where it all comes together. I want to text her, have another shot, lay everything out and say ‘I want now what you wanted from me two years ago.’ And I think that’s an actual desire, even a plan, not just me desperately trying to grab on to the last few shreds of dopamine I could get from her. But... I’m not ready, and it’s not the right time. I need to keep getting my shit together, so I can face her and be proud of myself. I don’t want to be embarrassed by living in an ancient, dirty and broken-down house - but I’m working on that. I don’t want to be embarrassed by my inability to stick to an exercise routine for more than a few months - but I’m working on that. I want be confident when I say I’ll finish my degree this year. I want to be confident when I say that next year I’ll have a job and be looking at buying a house. I want to be confident when I say that I’m quitting smoking - or, better yet, proudly say that it’s been so many weeks since my last cigarette.

I hurt her, in the past. And I regret it, and I’m ashamed - because as I’ve learned more about myself, the reasons are becoming clear. She wasn’t happy, and she would break up with me. I would say, ‘well of course I don’t want that, but you need to do what’s right for you.’ And then I would go cold for a couple of days until she inevitably came crawling back - until the last time, when she didn’t. I shouldn’t have let it go on. And why did I let it? Because I’m weak and selfish. Because I ignore issues that I don’t want to deal with, and happily go on with my life as if they don’t exist. Because I’m desperate for approval and validation, and couldn’t do the right thing by her because it would have meant losing a huge source of that. Because I think I can get away with anything, and I care more about whether there will be immediate consequences for me, rather than if something is right or wrong or affects someone else.

I took so much from her. Her friendship with our other roommate - destroyed, and at the time I said ‘that’s between the two of them,’ but I was the one who came into their lives like a hurricane. Her house - she was the one who had to move, even though she’d lived their long before me - I was the one who should have moved out, but I said to myself ‘she’s the one who’s leaving, that’s her prerogative.’ Her gym - I should have stopped going there when things were moving towards the end, but I didn’t. Then I told myself that we went at different times now and wouldn’t see each other, so it was fine - until one day when she came in, saw me, went to the bathroom and hid for at least an hour until I’d left. It shouldn’t have taken that much to make me change gyms - and for what! That gym was her community, for me it was just the most convenient place that usually had a free squat rack. And I took it from her. All of these things were so easy to justify - ‘I’m gonna do my thing and if anybody doesn’t like it - they don’t have to stay in my life.’ I was so fucking selfish, and I have so much regret. The only thing I could possibly do is apologise. And I hate apologies - words mean nothing without actions backing them up. There’s no action that I could possibly take that could give these things back to her, so all I could do is grovel at her feet and tell her that I’m sorry and that I’m trying to be a better person.

I’m scared. Even if I do get my shit together and sack up enough to text her, and even if she actually replies, and even if by some miracle she wants to try again - I’m scared that I’ll hurt her again. That I won’t have grown out of my selfish, irresponsible ways. I can SEE the patterns, but can I change them? I think so... but it’s not an overnight thing, and it’s not a neat and direct path from A to B. It’s a messy, unclear, painful and difficult thing that I have to do if I want to be a better person, if I want be capable of having a stable and loving relationship in the future. I can easily see a future where, if all the pieces fall into place and we start dating again, I just use her up and toss her away again - just like every woman I’ve ever dated. Then I’m back exactly where I am today - lying in bed emptying my feelings into the internet - and she’s twice scarred from having me in her life. And then I hurt the next woman, and the next, until I eventually die bitter and lonely, looking back on the trail of pain and heartbreak I’ve left in my wake.

I’m scared of the other options, too. I’m scared that she rejects me and it doesn’t help me get over her. What do I do then? This would be a real hail mary, there’s no third chance - hell, the second is already a stretch. I just cannot go on for the rest of my life feeling like this - it’s been two years! The first three months or so were by far the worst, but after that it’s like... this became my new baseline. A bit of ebb and flow, but never gone. Maybe it’s worse than usual right now because I walked past her last week... and maybe it’s worse than usual because I’m trying to dig these things out from the depths of my brain in the hopes that the light and air will cleanse them. Maybe by going through this phase of rawness and regret, I’ll be better equipped to move on and this will all die down. Although I’m pretty sure I would have to genuinely accept that I can’t have her, and... I don’t know how. Maybe an emphatic and absolute rejection would do that for me. I’d probably have to throw away some of the stuff she gave me. I don’t know. I’m not equipped to approach that idea right now.

And then... what if she says we can try being friends? How do I navigate that? I’m not capable of doing something halfway, I’d spend every waking minute looking for an angle. It’d be an opportunity, not a friendship. That’s... manipulative. I don’t want to do that. And I don’t want to lie to myself and pretend I could do that. I don’t think it would happen, anyway - I don’t see that coming from her. Although I have seen her being friendly with an ex of hers, so... maybe I’m wrong.

And what if she says yes... but then I find out that I was in love with the idea of her that I’ve constructed over the past two years, and the person she is now doesn’t resemble that at all? What if I was just caught up with new relationship energy and a novel person, and really the connection and rapport wasn’t as deep as I remember it being? What if I do everything right this time, and still end up unhappy? I know that dating is always a risk, but... I don’t want to be dumping her six months down the track because she didn’t live up to this ridiculous, unrealistic fantasy version of her. And I don’t want to end up a bitter old man in a loveless marriage, any more than I want to end up a bitter old bachelor with a collection of broken hearts. I think about it and I’m pretty sure that the connection we had was real, and the reasons I want her are real and accurate - but ever since I started wrapping my head around this ADHD thing, I’ve stopped trusting my perceptions of things so much. If I want something, my brain will tell me pretty much whatever I need to hear so that I can rationalise my doubts away.

And that’s part of this whole thing - all this work that I’m trying to do on myself, how much of it is for her? I say it’s for myself, but I wouldn’t put it past me to be rationalising it that way, when it’s really all part of a larger scheme to win her back. Like, I clean my kitchen benches with spray and a cloth every single day now, sometimes two or three times if I’m cooking a lot. I think that’s because I want my house to be cleaned to that standard - but she had extremely high standards of cleanliness, so maybe I’m just trying to make myself the person who can tick that box for her. And I can say, well, if that’s the case that’s ok - the motivations don’t matter as long as you’re improving yourself. But if that’s the case... what happens after I text her? If we get back together, and my brain goes ‘cool goal achieved, we can shut this all down now’ and all the good traits I’ve painstakingly developed collapse back into nothingness. Or if she says no and I actually accept that, then my brain might go ‘ok this is pointless now, let’s get rid of it’ and the exact same thing happens? I want to be a whole, complete person on my own - and a good, responsible, reliable person who does stuff like keep a beautifully clean house - and so the idea that all of that might be built around this hope of having her back in my life is... uncomfortable, at least. As is the idea that I’m constructing a persona who’s only purpose is to win back an ex-girlfriend, as if life is some stupid romcom.

This has gone way off track, so... I’ll leave it there. R, if you’re reading this... I’m so, so very sorry about so many things. I hope you’re not reading it, because I’m not ready - for the apology itself, or the conversation that might follow. But I also hope you are reading it, because that would put the ball in your court and absolve me from the need for action - and I’m still too weak to do the difficult things in life.

When I told you I would come with you, I should have followed through. And I had reasons for not doing that - like I told you in my letter - but looking back I don’t think I was being honest with myself or with you. I was just too weak to do the difficult thing, and so I told myself half-truths until they sounded true enough to tell to you. All the reasons I gave you, the things I wanted and didn’t want - they were real, but they paled next to you. Like candles lit under the midday sun. And I, weak and stupid, watched the sun set on my life for the last time instead of snuffing even one of my candles out. Now they’ve all burned out, and so I’m sitting in the dark with nothing but my regrets to keep me company.

That’s it from me, everybody. Thanks for reading my blog.

#adhd #long #long post #poetry #...sorta #relationships #adhd relationships #emo #regret #loneliness #a bloo bloo bloo #prose #i miss you #i’m sorry #blog post

[katatty]

meet the simmer - TS2 Edition

I was tagged to do this by @mrslandgraab - thank you!

Your name: Kat!

Languages you speak: Just English, and extremely low-level GCSE French :(

Are you a mermaid?: Sure! I live in a coastal town & was a huge mermaid & dolphin girl as a kid, even had an underwater/dolphin themed bedroom. These days my vibe is more witch-y than mermaid-y, but I’m down with being any kinda cool fantasy lady, haha

Your play style: It’s a mix, yeah! I tend to play with a lot of structure (rounds, challenges, etc.) but keep the rules pretty loose & optimise more for storytelling than anything. It varies a lot between saves and sometimes even between families, haha.

Your Simself picture: Gosh, I haven’t played with a simself in forever... here’s one from 2015, lmao:

She doesn’t really look anything like me since I wasn’t the best at faces in those days, and my style has definitely changed in the last 5 years (although the hair isn’t all that different) so maybe I’ll make a new one, just for fun?

Stories or gameplay, builds, look books, edits or CC: Gameplay & builds, mostly!

Your favorite age state: Young Adults, university is my favourite! :D

Your favorite season: Spring or Autumn - I like that nice in-between weather and the feeling of the world chaning...

Your favorite holiday: Christmas, definitely! It can be kind of a stressful holiday but it gives me such a strong feeling of community and love, with family, friends, hell even on simblr! It’s the only time of year I really get together with my extended family. I also love the food, the decorations, the lights, Christmas pantos, classic films on TV, ghost stories... it’s got it all, imo!

How was your day?: So far so good! It’s been a weekend of having absolutely no plans (courtesy of corvid-19, heh) and just kinda relaxing. It’s a worrying time in a way but it’s also been nice to not have to worry about cramming as much as possible into the weekend & just being, yknow?

Your favorite career: I like running a OFB career the best but other than that... maybe crime, haha?

Your favorite aspiration: Knowledge & Pleasure!

Your favorite EP, GP and SP: Probably Mansion & Garden, I can’t live without all that gorgeous garden decoration & the cool archetectural details! For EP, hmmm, maybe university? University is my favourite part of the game, I think :)

How old is your simblr?: Apparently it dates back to August 2014 so, gosh, about 6 years??????????

Have you WooHooed?: Haha, serious question? Yeah

Your favorite skill: Creativity, probably! Although really its the hidden skills linked to it that I like, painting& music proficiancy, etc.

The size of your mods folder: 28GB >.< no comments on this please lmao, I know how bad it is & I hate it

Your 3 favorite mods: Going to cheat and say all the occult stuff by @midgethetree, the simological school/prison mods, & @hexagonal-bipyramid‘s traits project!

Your interests (other than Sims): Writing, D&D (I’m a newbie DM currently running Curse of Strahd for my IRL friends), anime, reading, drawing, tarot, fashion (I like ‘alternative’ style but lean more into witchy/granny/mori stuff than the ‘edgy’ look), witchcraft/occult stuff in general, knitting, embroidery... the last 2 are very new hobbies I’m still getting the hang of! 

Your favorite Sim (picture if possible): Chosing one is always basically impossible for me so I’m gonna go ahead and post a few favorites...

Which Sims games have you played (including mobile games)?:Definitely TS2 is the one I’ve played the most of, but I’ve also played all the other mainline games... TS1 was only at friend’s houses, never got into TS4, but I have played a lot of TS3.

We never had a PC as a kid so I’ve played looooooads of the console ones. On the PS2 The Sims, Bustin’ Out, Sims 2, The Urbz (the best one.) Also the Sims 2 DS game & PSP games. Those are both pretty great. I also played the Sims 3 Wii game which was fucking terrible, haha.

Propose a crazy scheme: Bring back round robin legacies where a different simmer plays each generation

Best part of simblr: The community spirit is great, everyone is always eager to help each other and the level of creativity is just wow

Worst part of simblr:Sometimes I miss how much people commented in the old LJ days - without “threads” in comments it’s much harder to build friendships on Tumblr without going out of your way to message people, which is always a bit intimidating! 

What other games you play?: I don’t play that many other games because I like the Sims 2 so much, but me and my boyfriend generally play through a couple of games together each year... mostly the Zelda and Final Fantasy series. I also play 00s era Sonic games weekly with one of my friends, haha. They are kind of crappy in a lot of ways but hold so much charm for me, I just love them... in general I like visual novels, mysteries, puzzles, adventures & anything with a good story. Not so big on anything very large and open-world, or first-person.

Other favourites include Pokemon, Fire Emblem, Harvest Moon (had to quit this one cold turkey lmao), TWEWY, the 999 games & Phoenix Wright.

Other websites or accounts (Origin, Twitter, etc.): I’m on discord! katatty #9742

Are you single?: Nope, been in a relationship for the last 5 years & we’re very happy. We moved in together last summer!

Tagging @strangetomato, @moocha-muses, @nostalgiasimmer & @simhealing​ - if you’re up for it!

#ask meme

[lynisapenguin]

How to tell a story... in the Parkner way

I really want to participate at Parkner week 2019 but I already missed yesterday so... here it is for today :D The prompts were: “They were roommates” - Jealously - Prom And I decided to go with all of them soo... here you go I guess! I only post this here (And maybe on wattpad I dunno) I am sorry for my gramma and stuff, I am a non native speaker trying to do my best.... And this is my first english short story so feel honored... So.... enjoy this sweet little story of mine!

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„Soooo… How exactly came you two together? “ Peter looked at Harley. The older boy shrugged with his shoulders and nodded simultaneously. Then both of them turned their head to MJ and Ned. “It´s… actually a funny story, I guess. Should I tell them or do you wanna?” – “They are your friends after all, so it´s your time to shine, darlin´.” MJ chuckled. These two boys were so precious. She had to say that she didn´t really liked Harley Keener at the beginning, but it changed shortly after due to the fact of his southern charm. Or not. The truth was that MJ respected Harley. Which happened to do with their senior prom. And Harleys obvious jealously whenever a boy, or a girl he didn´t really minded, talked, mostly it looked like flirting (let´s be real fam, Peter is irresistible), to Peter. MJ was bugged but didn´t said something because honestly… It was hilarious. Peter was way too shy to say something to the other guys, and off course he didn´t want to admit his crush to the southern boy at his side. And Harley was so jealous, his face went redder and redder with every person that spoke to Peter. But he managed to master the situation. At the beginning. MJ remembered what happened next. Flash, god dammit Peter´s bully since literally pre-school, had the courage to flirt with Harley. And let´s just say…. Harley was not amused. He heard about the bully situation and even if he was some kind of an asshole, in MJ´s eyes, Harley would never, never even think about flirting with Flash. Instead he ignored the younger kid and talked to Peter for a bit. Or tried to since Flash, just like Flash was, decided that Harley looked to be way too cool for Peter Parker and Harley’s reaction to the friendly words toward Peter was… Something that earned him MJs respect. Back to the present. Peter prepared his awesome story how he and Harley ended up together, when his phone rang. “Who is it this time?” – “It´s the pink-fluffy-unicorn-theme who you think it is?” Peter laughed at Harles who just shook his head, mumbled something like ‘Morgan’ and snuggled closer to his boyfriend. “Hey Guys, I know it´s a bad time and stuff like this buuuuuuut…. I have some good news, some bad news and I guess also some normal news? Do you guys have enough time? Please say yes, pleasepleasepleaseplease!” Morgan rambled just as bad as Peter and also pulled her perfect puppy eyes. Ned, who finally let go of his laptop, he programmed something important for the Star-Wars-merch he was creating, looked up and then picked the phone from Peter and looked the girl straight into her adorable eyes. “As much as we like to hear your so called ‘news’, we also really want to hear how this tow beauties over there finally became a pair.” MJ nodded approving. “Wait… They didn´t tell you already? The story is LEGENDARY!” – “Is it though?” Harley looked at his little somewhat sister and smiled fondly. The girl just laughed, invited them over for the next weekend and ended the call without telling them her news. Guess that this has to wait. Ned grinned sheepishly at the duo in front of him. “Now we really want to hear the story!” “So it all started at our dear beloved Stark Tower. Pepper hosted a big meeting and invited a lot of important academics and business guys. And she also invited Bruce Banner which was amazing ´cause I could ask him some questions about my college project about gamma radiation and it was…” Peter started to explain. Harley giggled. “That´s not important, darling´! You guys should know, that Pepper forget to prep enough guest rooms and so I had to give my room to a business man and moved in by Peter for a week. And then… history happened.” “Wait… Does that mean you were roommates?” – “Oh my god MJ, they were rOommAteS!” And that´s the story how Peter and Harley told Ned and MJ how they ended up confessing their feelings without actually telling the story.

#parkner week 2019 #parkner #peter parker #harley keener #mj #ned leeds #morgan stark #spider-man #pw 2019 rb

[aborddelimpala]

Where have you been?! DarkLightCon 3 :)

I was in Paris this weekend (April 27th-28th) for the french Supernatural convention in Paris. And guys, it was fantastic!!!!! I went to the previous editions in 2017 & 2018 and I have to say it’s getting better and better. First because the guests list was pretty awesome (we had 5 guests in 2017 & this year we had 11, including Alexander Calvert). Second, because People Con (the con organizer) listens fans for improving the organization. Big kudos to Brice & Vanessa & all the crew <3

[Long post under the cut • Forgive my grammar, I’ve learned english by watching TV shows :p]

First things first, let’s debunk some weird things I’ve read on twitter.

“They were mean with Rob. They boo-ed him”. That’s not what happened. Let’s talk about context cause guys, context is important. On friday, just before the karaoke, they were projecting the season 14 finale. On saturday, when the guests went on stage for the opening ceremony, the audience was cheering them and Matt or Seb Roché (I think it was Matt) said, showing Rob, “you should “boo” him, you saw what he did” (referring to Chuck/God in the season finale). The audience & the cast started to “booo” Rob, then everyone was laughing. During his speech at the closing ceremony, Rob said that he always feels really loved and welcomed when he comes in #DLC (he’s on the guest list since the first con).

“They translate everything in french, they speak french” Guys, this is a convention in Paris, France. It’s small, maybe 400 people & 95% are french. So obviously, we speak french. That being said, I think almost everyone speaks english too. There were 7 panels with maybe 50 questions and only 2 were asked in french from people who weren’t comfortable enough to speak english in front of the cast & the audience. At PO & auto, I heard everyone speak in english to the cast. Everything is translated both in french & english (schedule, PO & autos call, speech.....). Guests answers are translated in french by Fanny, who did an incredible job. She doesn't translate everything, just the most important parts and it lasts 1-2 minutes max. And it’s funny cause she’s on stage with the guests & they interact with her. For the record, Alexander tried to answer in french. He’s not bad at it & understands it pretty well :) 

Now, best surprises

Alexander Calvert. I knew he was nice from what I see on Twitter but he’s young and I admit I was afraid to feel a bit lost at his panel like I was at Osric Chau’s last year (they were talking about manga & video games which I know jack squat about) but it was quite the opposite. I even got to ask him a question! Alex is truly a sweetheart. Extremely cute & kind & shy & lovely. 

David Haydn-Jones. You know how much I can’t stand Ketch but I didn’t think anything in particular about DHJ. My girl @jensendreamland loves him & when we knew he was coming this year, I said “fuck it” you need to meet him, I’m going with you. David is very kind & welcoming & cares about fans. 

Kim & Briana. OH MY CHUCK they are even more gorgeous when you see them face to face. (I told Briana twice). I had them signed my copy of FDEWB. I only miss Rachel Miner, Gil McKinney (I’m pretty confident to meet them someday, they both could come in Paris) & Jared’s (my Holy Graal)  

Sebastian Roché. That man I swear, he’s such a goofball. He didn’t answer any question. He was just happy to interact with the audience in french. He tried to find a girlfriend for a dude who was single & he made us sing My Heart Will Go On. I never laughed so hard at a panel. 

The organization

People Con knows the business. Everything went pretty smoothly & on time except for Sunday afternoon (they were running a bit late for Briana M&G). 

➕ You can win PO or coupons during the trivia sessions :)

➖ The PO photographers. Some weren’t very professional. And the background was too dark.

About the videos

You won’t see any cause videos aren’t allowed at the convention. Simply because People Con sells DVDs for each edition including Panels, exclusive interviews & Rob’s concert. 

To sum up

A great great weekend. I’ll be there for the next edition #DLC4 (PC will announce dates & guests soon). We are blessed with an amazing cast & it’s always a pleasure to meet them. You know, I’m married, have 2 kids, a full time job, a house & bills to pay. I can’t travel around the world & spend tons of money for a convention, even if I’m dying to meet the js. #DLC is a breath of fresh air & allows me to fangirl with my friends for a whole weekend. 

If you have any questions, feel free to ask me via DM on tumblr or twitter 😉

#DLC #DLC3 #darklightcon #supernatural #convention #france #paris

[blackpinkstories]

Faking

Jisoo X Reader

Requested by anon

Type: One shot

About: Jisoo is trying to make someone jealous and asks for your help in doing so. She has you pretend to be in a relationship with her but you end up falling for her. 

You and Jisoo weren’t the closest of friends. She shared a few classes with you so you were on speaking terms, but rarely did you talk outside of school. Receiving a text from Jisoo at 9 at night, when you’ve only ever used her number for a History project once, was extremely unusual. “Y/N, Can you meet me? Here’s my address,”  The text was cryptic and for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out any subliminal messages the text conveyed. Curiosity got the better of you and you headed out to the address she gave you. 

With the address, you realized Jisoo only lived a ten minute drive away. You got out the car, and began to approach cautiously up the driveway. Before you could reach the door, she opened it and ushered you in. “Sorry, my little brother is asleep. Please, follow me,” Jisoo led you up the stairs and into her room.

It was a nice sized room, with a double bed and a desk in the corner. Her walls were a pastel blue colour and she had pictures of her and her friends on the wall.  “Why did you need me?” You asked, anxious to know what Jisoo had to say. “Right, that. Thank you for coming. I’ll explain. So, you obviously know Jackson, right? Big, football player. He and I have been flirting for a few weeks, and it’s getting so infuriating because he won’t make a move. That’s where you come in. It’s no secret that I’m bisexual so it’ll be more believable, but I was thinking that maybe you could pretend to be in a relationship with me so I can make him jealous. I know it’s a lot to ask,” Jisoo examined your face for any reaction.  “Why me? Why not anyone else?” “Well, it would be weird if it was one of my best friends, and seeing as you are the hottest girl in our school, I think it would make him more jealous,” Jisoo said. Unintentionally, you blushed when she called you the hottest girl in school, because you were far from it. “Really? I’m the hottest?” “Yeah! Even hotter than Tzuyu and her posy of cheerleaders. Everyone knows it, but no one says it in front of Tzuyu in case she freaks,”  “Right. What exactly does this fake relationship include?” “Well, holding hands and kisses on cheeks, maybe pecks on lips if Jackson is around. You would need to walk me to my classes and post selfies or cute couple pics on Instagram or Snapchat, somewhere Jackson will see it. Also, you will have to sit with me and my friends at lunch, and on other days, I’ll sit with you and your friends,” “What do I get out of this?” “I’ll buy you lunch every day, and when we hang out after school and on weekends, I’ll buy your food and pay for wherever we go,”  That got your attention. Maybe getting free food, free days out and whilst making a new friend in the process wouldn’t be so bad.  “Okay, I’m in,” Jisoo beamed from ear to ear as she tackled you in a hug.  “Thank you so much! You have no idea how much this means to me! If it’s okay, do you mind not telling your friends it’s fake? I’m not telling mine either. Also, Irene is Jackson’s cousin, so if you tell her, she will probably tell him,” “No problem. When are we starting?” “Right now. Smile!” Jisoo snapped a picture and posted it on her snapchat. She used a series of ‘Bitmojis’ that contained a variety of hearts. You laughed as she did so, watching the snap appear on your own story.

“I better get going. School tomorrow!” You said, standing up from Jisoo’s bed after about half an hour of getting to know the basics about each other. “Okay, yeah. Thank you so much again Y/N. I like Jackson, but I’m too scared to make the first move so hopefully this will work,” “It’s no problem. I’m holding you to our food deal!” You joked as you walked out the door and to your car. You watched Jisoo waving as you drove out of sight, and realized what being in a fake relationship actually contained, and you wondered how long you’d have to do it for. 

The following morning you woke to your phone going off continuously. Your group chat with your friends had been spammed as your friends were confused by Jisoo’s snapchat. Irene: You better wake right now! Explain yourself! Joy: Yeah! Yeri: What the hell Y/N? What’s going on with Jisoo? Seulgi: I didn’t even know you spoke to Jisoo. You had an amused smile painted on your lips as you read their messages. You: Surprise? Joy: That doesn’t explain anything! Are you dating her? What is going on! You: Yeah... Seulgi: Since when? You frowned at the question. You weren’t sure how long Jisoo would say you had been dating so you texted her to find out. Luckily, she replied straight away. “Just say about 2 weeks,” she said. You: About 2 weeks. Yeri: How could you not have told us? You: We wanted to keep it secret to see how it goes at first. The group involved more of your best friends questioning you, and they went crazy when you left for just 15 minutes to shower. By 8, you were at school, waiting outside to meet Jisoo so you could walk in together.

“Sorry I took so long!” Jisoo was breathing heavily because she had clearly rushed. “It’s okay, are you ready to go in?” “Yeah. Warning you, I always go to my locker first thing in the morning, and no doubt my friends will be there. We can go to your locker after and then we have History first period anyway, so it should be fine,”  “I’m not as worried as you think you know. You don’t need to worry and feel so bad. I really don’t mind,”  “You’re a lifesaver. Come on then,” You interlocked fingers and walked in, attracting stares as soon as the door closed behind them. Jisoo and you walked through the crowd, ignoring the stares as you both tried to navigate your way to Jisoo’s locker. Sure enough, Lisa, Jennie and Rosé was there. You had many classes with Lisa and got on with her quite well, but she still gave you a funny look as you approached with Jisoo.

“Everyone, this is Y/N, Y/N, Jennie, Lisa, Chaeyoung, or Rosé,” “Nice to meet you, again,” you smiled nervously under their intense gazes. “Nice to properly talk to you Y/N! Will you be eating lunch with us?” Rosé chirped happily. “If that’s okay,” you said, looking between Jisoo and the others. “Of course you can. You’re our friend now!” Lisa said. You sighed in relief as her friends softened. It was hard already, even if it was fake.

Next stop was your locker. You said goodbye to Jisoo’s friends and now were prepared to face yours. Your locker was a little further down the corridor but not long, and your friends were waiting there, as expected.  “Y/N! Jisoo!” Yeri yelled as soon as she caught sight of you. The others turned around and faced you with cheeky grins. “Good morning lovebirds,” Irene smirked. You raised an eyebrow at her, unsure of what she was thinking. “I’m going to sit with Jisoo and her friends this lunch, if that’s okay guys,” You said, looking at each of them. You didn’t want to be someone who left their friends for their partner, and in this case, fake partner. “You guys can join us!” Jisoo suggested. This got your attention. You turned to look at her with an unsure look, and she looked back at you with the same expression. “Okay, sounds interesting,” Joy said. “Okay, I’ll see you at lunch,”  “Bye Y/N! Bye Jisoo!” Yeri called.

“This is going to be interesting,” you said, holding Jisoo’s hand tight as you walked to first period. “Yeah. Are our friends even friends?” “I know Irene and Jennie are, but I’m not sure about the others,” you told her. People had come up to you as you were walking and congratulated you on your relationship, and most of them were people you had never spoken to before.

At lunch, you met Jisoo at the lesson she was just coming out of so you could walk into the cafeteria together. “I’m nervous. Everyone is going to be in there and our friends are going to talk which is going to be so strange. I know this is a fake relationship but it almost feels like I’m about to meet your family,” Jisoo laughed anxiously. It was no hidden fact that you and your friend group were not able to be separated. The 6 of you were tightly knit and even teachers couldn’t separate you in class.

The noise from the cafeteria leaked into the corridor as you neared it. You subconsciously gripped Jisoo’s hand tighter, as did she, as you were both very nervous. You saw both of your friend groups already sitting at 2 tables, awaiting your arrival. So far, they seemed to be getting along well but they went silent as you and Jisoo finally reached the table.  “Hey guys,” you said, sitting on one of the two empty seats, Jisoo next to you.  “Hey,” Rosé spoke first, smiling at you sweetly. You’d never spoken to her much before but from what you had heard about her, she was very kind and loving. 

The lunch went well, and you and Jisoo were still passing off your fake relationship as real. Either of you were yet to run into Jackson, but the next and final period of the day was English, and you, Jisoo and Jackson all had that lesson. 

You got your books from your locker after going to Jisoo’s and walked to English together. She was babbling about what you both should do when you see Jackson, and you were only just catching on to what she was saying as she spoke so fast. “Okay, there he is,” Jisoo whispered as you walked into the room. Jisoo sat at the front of the class, in front of Jackson, and you sat at the back, a few rows behind him. You recounted Jisoo’s plan in your head, which was to walk her to her seat, kiss her on the cheek, then walk past Jackson and smile at him. Jackson was staring at you both as you walked in and approached Jisoo’s seat, and as you went to kiss her on the cheek, she turned her head and smashed your lips together instead. It shocked you, and at first you were frozen, but soon you relaxed and kissed her back gently. Her lips were soft and she tasted of strawberry chap-stick.  When you pulled away, she looked at you with an apologetic look in her eyes but you had to remain calm and still as you pretended like what just happened was normal. Deciding to carry out the rest of the plan correctly, you walked past Jackson and smiled at him warmly. He smiled back, with a confused look in his eyes. You sat down and put sighed heavily before getting out your English books for the lesson. No doubt you’d have to ask Jisoo about the kiss later, but you didn’t know what you were expecting. She probably saw Jackson looking at them and decided to go for it, and she had warned you that she may kiss you at points. 

Once you got out of class and into the busy corridor, Jisoo was quick to drag you outside.  “I’m really sorry about earlier. I saw he was watching and panicked,” Jisoo said, once she was out of earshot of everyone around. “Hey, don’t worry. I agreed to the plan, right?” You took her hand and squeezed it lightly. She smiled warmly before taking your hand and dragging you off. “Come on, let’s go to the dessert place. Everyone always goes there so it’ll be good to showcase our relationship,” “As long as you’re paying!” you said, following suit.

As expected, the ice cream shop was busy and full of people from your school. Much to Jisoo’s delight, Jackson was also there. “I’ll go get the table right by his whilst you order. Can I have chocolate ice cream and waffles? Here’s my card,” Jisoo threw you her card and ran off in the direction of the empty table, running to make sure no one else got there.  

You ordered your food and went and sat opposite Jisoo, taking her hand in yours to emphasize that you were together. Jackson kept glancing over but he didn’t say anything. You kept taking photos of Jisoo with the chocolate ice cream all over her face and couldn’t help but feel happy with her.

The following week involved lots of kisses, hanging out to take random pictures and lots of ice cream. “Jisoo, has Jackson said anything to you yet?” you asked. Your head was in her lap as she was sitting up against her bed headboard, listening to music. “I talk to him in the evenings over Snapchat, but he hasn’t said anything to me yet. With how much we are flaunting this relationship, I would’ve thought he would’ve said something. I’m beginning to lose hope,” she said. Her voice did truly sound hopeless as she sat, playing with your hair. “Don’t say that! He clearly doesn’t see how amazing you are. You’re funny, kind, smart and so beautiful! He’s missing out,” You told her. Your heart beat faster as you complimented her constantly.  “Thank you Y/N. You really are so great for doing this,” You smiled up at Jisoo from your position and stared into her beautiful, brown eyes. You saw a spark in them as you fell more and more into the pools. 

At home, you laid in bed, confused. The fake relationship had been going well but now you found yourself more attached to Jisoo. You couldn’t tell your friends because they thought you and Jisoo were genuinely dating.  Your phone rang as you saw the now familiar picture of Jisoo appear, and you instantly smiled.  “Hello?” “Hi, Y/N. Are you free?” Jisoo sounded upset on the phone and your protective instincts kicked in as you leaped up from your bed. “What’s wrong? I’m coming,” “Okay, thank you,”  Just like that, you were on the way to Jisoo’s. The thought of Jisoo being alone and upset broke your heart as you sped through the neighborhood. 

Within 5 minutes, you were at Jisoo’s door and knocking. You noticed the absence of the car and realized Jisoo’s parents must be out for the weekend.  “Come in, my brother and parents have gone to my grandparents for the weekend, so they aren’t here,” Jisoo had visible tear streaks down her face and her eyes were pink. “What’s wrong?” you pulled her in for a hug and she buried her face in the crook of your neck as she held herself together. “I spoke to Jackson. I asked him if all the time we’ve been talking these past weeks if he’s ever even felt anything for me and he told me he’d never have feelings for anyone like me,”  “What a dick,”  You and Jisoo walked up to her room as she sniffled from behind you. She sat in her bed and you cuddled up close to her, pulling her even closer than before. 

“Listen, you don’t deserve him! He is a good for nothing jock who only cares about his status and hair! You are the most important thing to me, fake relationship or not, and seeing you upset is breaking me. You are the most beautiful, intelligent, hilarious, caring and witty person I’ve ever met and if anyone can’t see that, then they’re blind!” You looked down into Jisoo’s beautiful eyes once again, and you realized that at some point along the way, you had fallen in love with her. You both stared into each other’s eyes for what felt like an eternity, and soon you felt Jisoo beginning to lean in. Your palms began to sweat as you leaned in too, and you met her lips in a kiss. It was a chaste, soft kiss with none of the weird tension behind it like they usually have been like. The pulse in your veins was going so fast you though if it went any faster, you’d explode.  You were the first to pull away, and when you met eyes with Jisoo again, she was a aggravated shade of red. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “Why?” “Because that wasn’t part of the deal. We don’t kiss each other when we’re alone,” “So what?” Jisoo frowned a little whilst a smirk danced across her pink lips. “What do you mean?” “Never mind, you’re still upset over Jackson, I get it,” the content mood you were in suddenly changed as tears blurred your vision. You moved from Jisoo’s bed and were ready to walk out the room and out the house but you felt her pull your arm back just as you opened her door. Immediately, you were met with her lips once again, and the emotions you were experiencing were overwhelming. Tears of joy, confusion, sadness and frustration spilled as Jisoo took your head in her hands. “I didn’t kiss you because I’m vulnerable,” “Then why?” Your voice was husked and frail. “Did you ever not think that there was a reason why I picked you specifically? I barely even spoke to you. I picked you because I wanted to know you and I was too scared to do it the normal way. Truth is, I’m not even that bothered about Jackson, more about the things he said. I like you, Y/N, and I’m also sorry I didn’t just tell you outright,” “I think I’m in love with you,” Jisoo didn’t say anything, but just kissed you again. And again. And again. 

#Jisoo Kim #Jennie Kim #jisoo x reader #park chaeyoung #lalisa manoban #Rosé #kpop #scenario #fanfic #fem #lgbt #read #1111187

[sheeping-around]

One Month of Sheeping Around: Thoughts and Numbers

It has been one month since Sheeping Around released on the App Store. 10 days after the game was released, I did a retrospective of the game’s launch and how it performed. It is time to look back on the good, the bad and the ugly. It was the first game that I actually released, so the learnings that it brought me has been immense.

Bug Fixes

There were quite a few bugs on release, some of which were show-stopping, and made me release a Day 1 patch. For now, all the critical bugs are fixed, but here is a list of what bugs happened and:

IAPs not working at all: The IAPs would be charged but not be applied. This was the craziest bug of them all, which I got to know from a user who tried to hack the game to get IAPs for free. I got an error report for that, and when I checked, I found the real issue instead. He was the first person to download the game on release, and I fixed the issue fast enough so no damage was done.

Game Center randomly fails to log in 5-10% of users: People who could not log in using Game Center could not play the game at all. I fixed this by adding a fallback to anonymous login, but those folks could not edit their nickname.

Unable to edit nicknames: People who were unable to log in to Game Center could not edit their nickname. I added the feature to edit your nickname recently.

Problems with matchmaking and high dropouts at initial levels: People who had just started playing the game took a while to understand the rules and took a long time to play their turns and also quit midway. So for the initial few levels, I modified the game to always match against AI, until people are trained well enough to go battling PvP.

Bug with IAP price formatting in certain regions: For some places that use commas instead of periods for decimal places, the formatting logic for IAP prices was broken, and showed EUR€ 349,00 as the IAP price, when the actual price was EUR €3,49. This was crazy.

Empty hand: Sometimes people would start with an empty hand or with fewer than 5 cards in their hand. This was due to latency issues with the server, some of the events were missed.

Players wanting to play as Shepherd got Thief instead: Matchmaking now ensures that you are matched only with people who want to play as the opposite side.

Empty leaderboard / Long time to load leaderboard: This is now optimised, by adding a Redis caching layer on the backend for the leaderboard.

Players lose their coins / experience earned after a game: A very ugly bug, caused by many possible scenarios, especially when the opponent disconnects or times out, most of which have now been fixed.

Making a multiplayer game single handedly is hard, and while there were some show-stoppers, I’m glad they were fixed quickly, and not a lot of damage was done.

New Cards

As mentioned in the previous post, there are some new cards planned for future updates. Here’s a sneak peak at one of the new card called “Termites”:

This card works on the Thief’s side as a counter to Shepherd’s Fence and Electric Fence cards.

Effect: Spread termites to prevent building a Fence or an Electric Fence for the next N turns.

Features and Promos

I got a mail from Apple requesting feature graphics one week after release. It asked for banner graphics and Today page graphics (Game of the Day). I submitted them both by the deadline and the game was featured for a week in India. It did not get a Game of the Day, at least not so far.

Unfortunately, India is not my target market, and this banner feature got me just one sale throughout the week. Despite being the topmost banner, it was rather disappointing to see this stat. I expected at least a handful of sales. I even lowered the price to 90% down just for a day, just to see how it performed, and that is when it actually got that one sale.

Perhaps the banner wasn’t lucrative enough, but that cannot be right either, because people did click on the banner and did not convert after landing on the product page. 

The game was also featured under “Pay Once and Play” for quite a long time, and it still is, as of writing this article in Thailand, Singapore and Vietnam. I’m getting a few sales from Thailand almost everyday, where it is still #6 in card games. In other countries, the game has vanished from almost all charts.

Android Release and Pricing

I released on Android two weeks after the release on iOS. It is free to play on Android, but because of lack of any marketing on that side, it isn’t doing so well there. It was perhaps a bad idea to launch as an iOS exclusive initially. Had the game been launched on Android to begin with, perhaps some of the audience could have spilled over to Android and gained some traction there.

This is a learning for my next game. As an indie, the game should be released on all supported platforms at the same time so that if the game gets featured on one platform, other platforms can get the spillover effect. A lot of people asked me when Android version would come out when the iOS version was released, and when it did come out, perhaps a lot of them had already forgotten about it. Attention moves fast in the mobile games world.

Also, a free to play game requires a lot of metrics like retention and life-time value to justify ad spend to acquire customers. Those metrics weren’t high enough for Sheeping Around. It would’ve been better to have the game as premium on Android as well, perhaps that way it could’ve performed a little better monetarily. Also, the paid charts are easier to climb than free to play charts, so that’s another advantage too.

I was worried that if the Android version gains a lot of traction, it might cloud the servers and affect gameplay of people who paid for the game. But now that I look back, I realize it is a good problem to have. I had setup my server to scale horizontally anyway as per the demand, and it was already handling 1000+ players playing per day easily during the peak, it could have easily scaled to handle 10k+ users per day as well.

As for the issue of piracy, it could have been avoided by validating purchase receipts of all users on the server. 

Thoughts on Genre Mixing

Sheeping Around is a PvP card game with a different setting from rest of the PvP card games. Sometimes different isn’t really all that better. Sometimes its a lot about what your audience wants.

Some games mix two genres and do pretty well. Slay the Spire mixed deck-building and rogue-like sub-genres and did really well. The recent trend on mobile has been puzzle RPGs and puzzle PvP battle games, and while I’m not a big fan of them, they seem to be doing really well with the market.

Sheeping Around wasn’t exactly a mix of two genres, but it had one important shift from the norm that perhaps caused it to perform not so well compared to the others in the genre. It was a card game, that caters to the niche of people who enjoy thought provoking games, but it had casual graphics - the kind loved by people who enjoy idle games and puzzle games. So because of this theme and premise, the audience of the game reduced to an intersection of players who enjoyed a thought provoking game with casual graphics. 

This can be proven by the really low conversion rate of the game during its launch week. Even during the time when I did a lowest price sale, the conversion rate only went as high as 0.8%. On average it loomed at 0.3-0.4%. I guess a lot of factors like visibility and the developer’s popularity matter here, but comparing it to others games in the Card game genre, it didn’t do so good.

For the uninitiated, the conversion rate I’m talking about is the percentage of people who bought the game amongst all the people who visited the product page that day.

This was true for my last game as well. My previous game Spellbound, when put up for Greenlight on Steam a few years ago, was a genre-mix of word games and adventure games. When you mix two genres like that, especially when one of the genres is obscure, your audience reduces to a small intersection of players. Especially for word games, it reduces only to people who can speak English well. I had realized this and eventually shelved the game. Perhaps I will work on it some time in the future, but only as a hobby project.

This was proven by the fact that despite the greenlight, the game got around 70% No votes.

Sales

The sales of Sheeping Around haven’t been as good as the launch week. And it will never be, since a game’s launch is like the blockbuster weekend, and any sales that happen thereafter will always be (much) lower than that.

Currently, the game has been making about $5-10 per day. At the current pace, I foresee the game to recover its outsourcing costs in more than a year. Not a very encouraging picture.

Closing Thoughts

While the game didn’t do well financially, it is encouraging to have some fans who love playing the game and give up to 7 hours playing the game each day. 

Cheers to purplesky7836, who has spent a lot of time in the game. He has played 851 games and won 606 of them. There are no new cards unlocked after Lv. 50, so the incentive to play further goes away, but I’m glad to still see the players enjoying the core gameplay and continuing forward nevertheless.

On Sale Today

Thanks for reading so far. If you enjoyed the article, and haven’t bought the game yet, Sheeping Around is on sale just for today at a discounted price of $1.99. Go get it now!

#sheepingaround #retrospective #cardgame #indiegamedev #gamedev #gamedesign

[femmedplume]

Ziva David is dead? That sounds fake, but okay.

Obviously, Ziva David is still alive. They never found her body, and if anyone could survive something like that it would be Ziva. 

Maybe the force of the explosion knocked her out, caused her some head trauma and loss of memory. Maybe she was in a hospital as a Jane Doe or whatever for a bit.

But Tony’s first thought was to take their daughter back to Tel-Aviv to find some answers. The first thing he’s going to do is check area hospitals to see if maybe she’s there because he knows from head trauma and memory loss, and because he’s not giving up on his girl until he’s absolutely sure. 

And he’d find her.

And maybe she wouldn’t remember him at first, her big brown eyes roving over his face without recognition. The hospital, of course, wouldn’t want to release their patient to this tall American. But somehow, making use of that winning DiNozzo charm, he convinces her that she can trust him and the hospital that he can take her home. 

She’s hesitant, but he’s determined. He walks her back through the important places in her life, and slowly, Ziva starts to remember who she is. When she’s ready, he re-introduces her to Tali, and seeing her little girl in Tony’s arms is the trigger; everything comes racing back.

She knows who she is. 

She knows her daughter.

She knows the love of her life.

She knows that for some reason, G-d has chosen to give her a chance to live the life of peace she has always craved. 

They go to Paris, get a small cottage outside the city. For a while, they just float; living off of Tony’s savings and the diamond pipeline Ziva -- of course -- had set up back in her Mossad days. Every morning, when Tony wakes with Ziva in his arms, she asks him what they should do today. 

“I don’t know, David,” he always murmurs. “Seems like a beautiful day for a wedding.” Rain or shine, he says it, because any day would be a beautiful day to marry her.

Every morning, she smiles and caresses his face, then gets up to make them all breakfast. She doesn’t say yes, but she doesn’t say no, either.  

He never presses her more than that -- but every morning she asks, and every morning, he gives the same answer. 

Their days are filled with domestic chores and the never-ending sunshine that is their little Tali. Tony is a surprisingly good cook, and has a flair for decorating. Ziva discovers a green thumb, and builds a little garden on the land outside their kitchen window, with Tali her faithful assistant. Tali likes collecting bugs and lizards and scaring her Aba with them, because it makes her Ima laugh. 

Tali thinks Ima is the bravest, prettiest woman in the whole wide world. Aba agrees. Every night at bedtime, Tony tells Tali stories about his adventures with Ziva, though he edits them for content and age-appropriateness. Tali’s favorites are the ones where Ima defeats the bad guys.

Tony calls his dad back in the States and has him pack up and mail Tony’s entire film collection to France. He sets up a projector in their tiny living room and begins the vitally important task of Tali’s cinematic education.

“Nothing violent,” Ziva warns. Tony promises to start with Disney and classic Hollywood Musicals. 

Tony teaches Tali English. Ziva teaches her Hebrew, French, Spanish, Russian, Italian....

On the weekends they head into Paris. Sometimes they sight-see, visit museums and libraries; sometimes they people-watch. Ziva insists they visit the little cafe where she and Tony took that picture on the moped all those years ago. Tony’s favorite pastime is shopping, watching his girls play dress up while he snaps photos and gives Ziva subtly flirtatious compliments that, thankfully, are still going over Tali’s curly little head. 

“Enjoy it for now, Tony,” Ziva chuckles. “Pretty soon her English is going to be good enough to understand how embarrassing her father is in public.”

“Hey, I am just setting a good example for our daughter,” Tony protests innocently. “Tali-gindeleh, never go for any boy who doesn’t adore you as much as I adore your Ima, y’got me?”

“I don’t like boys,” Tali sticks out her tongue.

Ziva laughs. “That’s my girl.”

Eventually, Tony gets a bit of an itch; he’s been on the go for too many years to feel completely fulfilled without some kind of work. He hesitates bringing it up, since the last thing he wants to do is burst the idyllic bubble they’re in. When he finally does, Ziva just laughs and says she’s surprised he’s lasted this long. 

Relieved to have her blessing, Tony uses the last of his savings to buy and restore the old, run-down cinema house in their village. To save money, he applies “The Tao of Gibbs” to restore the old place.  Maybe he’s not the best woodworker, but he’s competent enough and knows to listen to Ziva when she insists they call in an actual professional to finish any given project. 

The day they re-open the cinema-house is the happiest Ziva’s ever seen him.

Most days, Tony runs the cinema-house, but he does hire some local kids to sell tickets and popcorn so he doesn’t have to be there every night. On Tuesdays, they show classic films, complete with post-showing discussions with the audience which vastly improve Tony’s French.

When Tali turns five, they enroll her in the local school. Faced with a sudden influx of free time, Ziva starts looking into teaching. Does she want to teach martial arts at the small athletic studio in the next village? Or perhaps become a language tutor for university students? Tony suggests she start a ninja-school for tots; Ziva smacks him playfully. 

They do, of course, tell Gibbs and the rest of their NCIS family that Ziva’s been found. Eventually. Neither of them is surprised when, exactly 72 hours later, McGee, Abby, Gibbs, Ducky, Palmer, and Vance show up at their front door for a long-overdue family reunion. And when their whole family is gathered for lunch around a long table out on the patio by Ziva’s garden, Tony raises a glass of excellent wine.

“Well, sweet cheeks,” he grins at Ziva, “what should we toast to?”

She gives him that little, sly smile that has always made his heart race. “I think, beshert,” covering his hand with hers, “we should toast to a beautiful day for a wedding.”

#soooo...this has been in my saved drafts for long enough #that I don't actually remember writing it?? #but apparently I did a fanfic #tony x ziva #ziva david #tony dinozzo #NCIS #enjoy I guess lol