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40 Study Tips & Tricks

I thought to write down the “script” to one of my most viewed videos, with 40 study tips & tricks. It’s easier to read them and pass on the word!

Organization Tips:

1. Incorporate homework and classes in you daily planner – that will give you an overall glimpse of how your week will be about and how much time you need to spend in your studying sessions!

2. Color coordinate classes – be it notes, your planner, your textbooks or binders, pick a unique color for each class and work around the hues of that color to get more organized!

3. Make your own syllabus – if your professor doesn’t provide a syllabus for your class, try to make one before the school year working around your given textbooks or other given material.

4. Make study guides – make a study guide from your syllabus and draw before each topic two boxes: one for a midtest and one for the final test. When you have one of these tests, check the boxes when you’ve finished studying the chapter so you won’t miss anything!

5. Reference your material throughout – most of the times, we students work with in-class notes, textbooks and a syllabus. Since we get small bits of information here and there it’s important to reference every page throughout all your material so you can quickly access your information without having to flip endlessly through pages!

6. Keep a dashboard nearby – Whenever you use a notebook or a binder, make a dashboard on the first page with post it notes so you can quickly scribble any questions, homework or page numbers. When you get home, you just need to open your dashboard and attend those notes.

7. Print any tests, exercises and exams you can find – keep those in the end of your binder. These are perfect to practice before exams and tests because they really reflect what you will be tested about. Set an alarm clock for the deadline and start working on those!

8. Condense – organization disappears when you have too many of everything. Working with more than one planner in your life will make everything chaotic. If you think you need a second planner because you don’t have enough space to write in the first one, it’s because you don’t have available time as well. Don’t fool yourself and set achievable goals!

9. Customize your textbooks – most of the times, textbooks are formal books where information is hard to come by. Make your own tabs and write every chapter on them so they stick out – flag any charts, tables or graphics. Everything needs to be incredibly accessible!

10 Print a special planning sheet before finals: Organizing your studying by chapters and/or topics before finals is tremendously important since it lets you organize the amount of time you dedicate to each subject,

Study Sessions and Time Management

11. Save at least one afternoon or one morning a week for intensive studying. These is your “life-saver” – when you get so full of homework and projects that you can’t incorporate them into your daily academic routine, one free afternoon to organize your school life will really come in handy! Make an appointment with yourself!

12. Prepare in advance – although most professors may not ask you to prepare a class in advance, if you have the means to, go ahead. Grab a sheet and make a summary of the chapter your class will be about. Write the major topics and key information and take that guide to class. When your professor repeats previously studied information, you will be able to understand everything much better!

13. Never leave something behind – Even if you have a more light class, where professors don’t request homework or any side projects, don’t let that fool you! Be disciplined and be your own professors! Make your own projects and learn everything you can so you can nail those finals when they arrive.

14. Write your questions – most of the time, in a heavy study session, we come up with tons of questions and sometimes we just leave them behind. Write them down in your dashboard or a small notebook and ask your professors (personally or via e-mail). You can also ask your schoolmates in a facebook group created for that purpose!

15. Set an alarm clock and reward yourself – even if you study during an entire afternoon your studying will be pointless if you don’t take regular breaks. Set an alarm clock for one hour/one hour and a half and then take a 15 minute break. Never study for more than 2 hours straight! Even if you don’t notice, you’ll get less and less focused.

16. . Make a list – before each study session I like to grab my notepad and write down everything that I need to do before my session ends: the chapters I need to read, the pages I need to go through and the homework I need to complete. Sometimes I even write theses lists when I’m in college so I’ll have more determination to complete those tasks once I get home.

17 Work on the least interesting thing first. There are always classes or projects that we like the least – and those are the ones that we need to tackle first. You will start your studying session concentrated, which will let you go through the worst tasks faster.

18 Print, print, print. try to print everything you can and never study from your computer. Having your PDF files printed at hand will let you concentrate better, highlight and write some notes in the margins. You can take these everywhere with you and even turn them into small guides for future classes!

19. If you finish ahead, don’t quit. Perhaps the time you’ve saved for your study session has come to an end way before you have planned. That doesn’t mean you should stop right now – Take that time to review what you’ve learned so far or prepare other classes ahead of time!

20. Study in an organized space – make your own studying corner – bring everything you will need, from textbooks, binders and notebooks, to a cup of coffee and your computer. Keep them neatily organized on your desk so everything is at hand and on sight. Put on some soft background music (links down below) and adjust the lightning.

In class notes

21. If your professor provides PowerPoint slides before each class, print them (six or four per page) and bring them to class. Write in the margins and more throughout information in the back so it’s all condensed and tight. This is where you’ll take your notes. If you prefer to write on lined paper, think about copying some ruled paper to the back of your printed slides.

22. If your professor asks you to prepare your class in advance, try to make a small guide for each class. Open the comments column in MSWord and print the pages with that column. When you go to class, incorporate the in-class notes in that column, next to the relevant information so everything is nice and condensed.

23 If you are in a information-heavy class, try to adopt the Cornell method, which is the best, in my opinion, when you need to be a fast writer. There’s a video right here on how to use this method.

24. If you are in a bits-and-pieces class, which is that kind of class where the professor just gives a few key points and then gives practical examples or makes you work in group, try to adopt the box method – you can draw these boxes yourself or make them with post it notes – these are way more visual and perfect to memorize information.

25. Write in-class flashcards – if you don’t have flashcards around, make tiny flashcards on the top of your notes, where you cover the definitions you’ve written with the name of the definition. Each time you open your notes, try to remember the hidden definition. Automatic studying, every time!

26. Participate in class – nothing better than to be actively involved in your class discussion. For most of us, shy creatures, participating can be dreadful – but once you get out of your box, you’ll see how participating really makes you understand the subject!

27. If you have any questions during class, raise your hand and ask them. If your professor doesn’t like being interrupted, write them down and approach them in the end of the class. Sometimes, the little things we don’t understand are exactly the ones that come up on the final exam!

28. Ask for examples. Examples are probably the thing that makes your brain connect the information faster. If your professor isn’t keen on providing examples, suggest your own and see if your answer comes up right. Sometimes, examples are the thing that really makes us understand our material and our definitions, since they transform formal information into relatable events.

29. Sit at the front. It sounds too straightforward but sitting at the front really makes wonders. You won’t get distracted by what you classmates are doing, you will focus on the professor, who is right in front of you and you will resist the temptation of going to Facebook and Instagram during a boring presentation.

30. Write a brief summary at the end of the class. During those five minutes where everyone is dismissed and leaving the room, write a brief summary of that classes’ key points in the back of a page – this is fundamental in the Cornell method but can be used in any other method as well.

Finals Guide

31 Skim through your material two times: at first, you should start by studying your material starting from the end. The last lessons will be fresh in your memory and it’s very important to reinforce your knowledge on these while you can. In the second reading, you should start from the beginning, as usual. It’s important to make these two readings so you can go through the information in a much more flexible way.

 32. Make a mindmap of each chapter. A mindmap is a chart that relates key words and important information, making it easy to understand the relationship and hierarchy between such key words. Use colors and images to memorize your material better. Oh, and don’t forget to check out my video on how to make mindmaps!

33. Read each of the titles and try to say out loud its contents, explaining each concept and the relationship between them. Imagine you are the teacher and are lecturing that subject to a crowd. If you skip any of the subjects, do it all over again. The more you repeat, the better you will memorize.

34. It’s time for some flash cards!  Write the topic or the title on one side and the meaning or the explanation on the other. Try to cover as many topics or titles as you can and go through your cards while memorizing as best as you can each of the concepts. Try to do it backwards if you have time to do so!

35. On the day before the exam, skim through your mindmaps and flash cards again and always try to study while talking. Saying your content out loud will force your brain to relate information in a much more cohesive way and you’ll memorize everything much better.

36. Read the entire exam from top to bottom. Underline or circle any important words that you think will be crucial in you answer. After that, calculate how much time you should spend answering each question: this simple calculation will take only twenty seconds and will help you organize your time. Try to save five minutes at the end for revisions.

37. If you are solving a written exam and not multiple choice, try as much as possible to organize each answer in a structured way, saving two lines just to present your line of thought and writing each different argument in a different paragraph. Draft a conclusion at the end to underline the centre of your answer. Sometimes softly underlining some keywords is important to make your professor notice that you’ve correctly given importance to certain concepts.

38. Use these symbols for each question: one dot if you aren’t sure of the answer, two dots if you are sure of your answer and a circle if you are completely unaware of your answer. Start by answering any question with two dots; after those are all answered, go on through the two dots question. Leave the circle questions to the end – and ALWAYS answer them! Even if you don’t know what they’re about, who knows if you will be able to come up with something right?

39. Review your test one final time – many times, we make a lot of mistakes under stress and now is when you should spot them and amend them. This can be the difference between a B and an A!

40. Don’t take this too seriously – school is an important aspect of our lives but it isn’t everything. Failure comes many times and these failures can even drive you away from something that was simply not meant to be. Don’t stress out because everyone goes through the same!

All of the posts for Dragon Age 4/Retribution!

GENERAL DETAILS: (ALL VERBATIM FROM 4CHAN SITE) 
>Game takes place primarily in Tevinter but we’ll have missions in the Anderfels, Seheron, Antiva, Deep Roads, and the Fade, etc..
>60% of the game world is represented by the capital city of Minrathous which is 200 times bigger than Denerim in DAO.
>Minrathous will be a open and living city with moving npcs that walk around, buy goods, do busy work,, think of how npc’s acted within Novigrad in the Witcher 3.
>The city will have large temples, statues, large buildings and towers, markets, docks, fountains, giant walls which you can explore and other cool areas like a coliseum and even an aqueduct which you can climb.
>If you hadn’t noticed yet Minrathous will be heavily based on imperial Rome and Constantinople and in lore is the largest city in thedas with nearly 1 million inhabitants. 
>The city is divided into 5 zones/districts with no loading screens to get into each one so it’s all integral.
>The districts include, the noble district which is in the upper/Northmost part of the city set on a hill which will have three different staircases that can get you in and out of the district.
>Within that district you have a smaller district encased in marble walls and only accessed by gate called the Imperial quarter which houses the Imperial Senate house, the Grand Library of Tevinter (lorewise its equivalent to the library of Alexandria and is nearly impossible to get into - there will be a quest dedicated just to that place), Archon’s Palace, the grand temple of Dumat and senatorial mansions.
>The lower half of the city includes includes the market district, the “plebeian/worker class district”, the coliseum district which also includes an academy of magic, the library of minrathous, imperial army headquarters and finally the poor district.
>The streets of Minrathous are all cobbled, the outside walls are large guarded by just as large juggernaut statues which are massive black golems.
>The city has three bridges that connect it to the outside world which you can also explore before being told to turn around.
>The other 40% of the game world will be large maps and dungeons similar to the zones in DA:I.
>One specific zone will be a swamp marsh area where you’ll get one companion and a tied story mission.
PLAYER CHARACTER:

>Your character can only be human for story reasons, that means you won’t be able to play as a elf, dwarf, qunari etc…
>Can play as male or female.
>There’s a CC filter on being homosexual, heterosexual or bi and influence some dialogue line as well as romance options.
>Your character’ last name is Lanius and will be referred to as such by all the NPCs and text.
>DAR will be more story and character focused than DAI, you have a mother and father and a dead male/female that’s interchangeable based on your sex ie if you’re male you’ll have a dead sister and vice versa .
>Your dead sibling is dead before game and will be involved in a form of a quest with your own mother.
>Vastly improved CC system, you can literally make a young Liam Neeson type character if you wish, it’s that good and it’s the best CC system ever made.
>You’ll have 7 companions, 4 males and 3 females.
>Of those 7, one will be a dwarf, another an elf, and there’ll be a qunari companion.
>If you take any of these characters on mission with you within Minrathous prepare to have racist encounters and with the Qunari a literal bloodbath.
>The main female romance option of males is named Eva Scala and her father is senator Daedelus Scala leader of Populares faction of the imperial senate.
>Your father is a minor noble of the equestrian rank and is leader of the knightly class of Tevinter, he is in constant conflict with the patricians/senators especially Scala.
>The rest of the companions I’ll mention in the story bits.
GAMEPLAY:
>Will be more like DA2 combat and will have a vastly improved tactics system similar to DAO.
>Loads of build variety.
>Blood magic returns and your story is affected if you use blood magic/become a blood Mage.
>NPCS and companions will mention that a lot if you actually choose the blood Mage path.
>The canon is to play a Mage but you can still play as a warrior or rogue.
>The rogue is actually super fun to play as, you’ll actually be a stealth assassin type figure if you spec into it.
>Warriors are just warriors, still cool.
>Items system is the exact same as DA:I.
>RNG is more forgivable in DAR than DAI however the higher difficulty the less luck with RNG.
>Can craft weapons and armour.
>Can tint, color and modify your armour.
>Weapons are less final fantasy looking.
>Five different difficulties, easy, normal, hard, very hard, nightmare.
>No new game plus.
>Can customize companions.
>You have a den in Minrathous similar to the assassin’s den in Assassin’s Creed Brotherhood.
>You and Daedalus Scala lead this secret society known as the Old Order whose fundamental goal is to bring back the last two untainted old dragon gods to fight against a “greater evil”.
>You recruit people similar to how you recruited individuals in DAI and send them on missions of assassinations, political intrigue, resource gathering etc…pretty much similar to DA:I.
>You get rewards for mission completion including exp, crafting resources, rare weapons and items, and Old Order points used to unlock perks in the Perk system.
>The Old Order is integral to the story line but recruiting people and sending them off to missions is entirely optional.
>Attribute system returns and is pretty much nearly identical to DAO.
>Game is set in 9:51 Dragon.
>the Qunari have invaded Tevinter in six different invasion points.
>They’ve already conquered the northern half of tevinter except for Minrathous which is guarded by its powerful walls on land and by the Imperial Navy at sea.
>You’re apart of a southern tevinter relief force.
>Game starts off with massive cinematic battle.
>You pick your gender, do your CC, pick your class.
>You’re apart of a 4 man specialist commando force including yourself, Eva Scala which the commander, one warrior named Constantius, and a rogue named Justin (both of whom die at the end of the level).
>The first area of the game is the army camp area.
>Get assigned the mission by the general/commander Mage literally name Maximus Decimus (there’s there’s loads of name references to everything Rome and Roman including movies/TV shows) and dropped off immediately behind enemy lines.
>Your goal is too pretty much disable the Qunari warmachines (cannons) and destroy their supply train.
>There’s numerous cutscenes of a large grayish wolf stalking you.
>Kill trash mobs of Qunari and Dalish elves in alliance with them.
>Final battle of the level is with a powerful Saraabas.
>Get confronted after the grayish wolf finally appears and transform to a giant 10 foot tall armored figure.
>Pretty much destroys everything and sets giant balls of Fire on to the clashing armies.
>There’ll be a warden civil war that you’ll have to resolve.
>Assassination attempt on the Archon.
>Salos burning and killing tevinter cities and both Qunari/Tevinter armies.
>Second final level will be Solas essentially trying to destroy Minrathous just after you beat off a Qunari siege.
>Final level is traveling to the forest of arlathan to kill Salos/Solas.
>Ending choice is to kill, capture or save Solas.
>Solas is the main villain in game.
>Dorian cameo.
>Inquisition and Grey Warden both mentioned.
>Hawke/Stroud are in the Anderfell level.

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So if at times I seem overprotective of the system that we’ve built, if I worry that the resentments of others might disrupt it, I have good reason.

#what elementary did with it’s 100th episode was a testament to the kind of show is #to the kind of show #the kind of holmes adaptation - it has tried to be from the start #what they chose to do with their milestone episode is the epitome of all the ways it stands in stark contrast to any other adaptation #any other show not just any other sherlock adaptation but any other crime procedural would have pulled out the big guns #and dealt their lead/s a huge case and packed it full of guest stars or notable minor characters #for sherlock stories specifically no one could begrudge you for assuming moriarty would play a key role #but that has never been what drives elementary #the 100th episode offered all it’s emotional significance to what has always been the core of the show #that sherlock is better because of the people he surrounds himself with #that there is no true reward in playing the lone genius cut off from society/humanity #and his partnership with joan is the finest exemplar of that #yes the bit with marcus in the opening was nice #and gregson’s little speech at the end pulled at my heart strings #both because of it narrative significance and the subtext of it being written for the cast and crew’s dedication to the show bts #but it always comes back to this #one holmes #one watson #the single fact that elementary is fundamentally about sherlock valuing human connections and interpersonal relationships #over solving the puzzle #will forever set it apart from any other sherlock adaptation #and that might be a criticism for some #but it will forever be one of the key reasons that i cherish and adore it

Fantasy RPG worldbuilding tip #137: mess with what counts as magic.

I don’t mean replicating modern technology with magical analogues - that stuff’s common as dirt. What I mean is taking a step back from the conventional paradigm of starting with a world that fundamentally resembles our own and layering magic on top of it, and asking yourself: what if this obviously non-magical thing is a form of magic in this world?

History furnishes numerous examples. It’s well-known, for example, that the Ancient Greeks didn’t distinguish between pharmacology and sorcery - but did you know that the Vikings considered picking locks to be a form of magic? That it’s demonstrably a mechanical skill that can be learned by anyone is beside the point; that a person was able to learn that skill in the first place was, itself, seen as evidence of consorting with evil spirits!

So run with that: pick a perfectly ordinary skill or pursuit, one that’s integral to our everyday life, and suppose that in your world, it’s a mystical practice that transgresses against the natural order. What does your world look like then?

To pose a common example: literacy. Treating literacy as a form of magic isn’t historically uncommon; the modern word “grimoire” - a book of spells - ultimately derives from the same root as “grammar”. So let’s run with that. The process and mechanics of learning to read are the same as they are in our world, but the implications may be very different. Perhaps knowing how to read books automatically confers the ability to read minds. Perhaps literacy grants the ability to understand the speech of beasts. There’s all sorts of directions you could go with it.

It’s critical to resist the urge to fall back on describing our world with magic laid on top. If you’re doing the literacy-as-magic thing, then you are not describing a world in which a reading-based school of magic exists; you are describing a world in which the acts of reading and writing are and always have been mystical practices, with all the societal weirdness that implies - and further, the mechanics of reading and writing do not materially differ from those of their real-world counterparts, though the outcomes may vary wildly.

The other major trap to watch out for is picking something too esoteric to really dig into. You’ll find plenty of fantasy settings where, say, clockworking or steam engineering is a form of magic - but clockworking isn’t something that ordinary people do in their daily lives. This sort of worldbuilding is much more effective when the practice in question is ubiquitous.

Other everyday activities that might make good candidates for converting into mystical practices:

  • Cooking or baking
  • Dressing (i.e., the act of putting on clothing)
  • Farming or gardening
  • Keeping pets
  • Lighting fires
  • Makeup (i.e., facial cosmetics)
  • Personal hygiene (bathing, grooming, etc.)
  • Representational art (that is, drawing pictures of things)
  • Rhyming (even unintentionally!)

Again, no wimping out; to pick a faintly ridiculous example from the preceding list, if you’ve decided that bathing is magic in your setting, that doesn’t mean that there’s a magical way to take a bath - it means that taking a bath is an inherently mystical process, and there’s no non-magical way to go about it. Similarly, if you went with cooking, what you’ve got is a world in which all prepared food is, in some sense, also a magic potion.

Give it a shot!

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In their newest video, the Slow Mo Guys recreated one of my favorite effects: vibration-driven droplet ejection. For this, they use a Chinese spouting bowl, which has handles that the player rubs after partially filling the bowl with water. By rubbing, a user excites a vibrational mode in the bowl. Watch the GIFs above and you can actually see the bowl deforming steadily back and forth. This is the fundamental mode, and it’s the same kind of vibration you’d get from, say, ringing a bell. 

Without a high-speed camera, the bowl’s vibration is pretty hard to see, but it’s readily apparent from the water’s behavior in the bowl. In the video, Gav and Dan comment that the ripples (actually Faraday waves) on the water always start from the same four spots. That’s a direct result of the bowl’s movement; we see the waves starting from the points where the bowl is moving the most, the antinodes. In theory, at least, you could see different generation points if you manage to excite one of the bowl’s higher harmonics. The best part, of course, is that, once the vibration has reached a high enough amplitude, the droplets spontaneously start jumping from the water surface! (Video and image credits: The Slow Mo Guys; submitted by effyeah-artandfilm)

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It’s not fear. It’s faith. Not just religious faith, faith in something. They all believe there’s something guiding them, about to save them. That’s what it replaces. Every time someone was confronted with their most primal fear, they fell back on their most fundamental faith. And all this time, I’ve been telling you to dig deep, find the thing that keeps you brave. I made you expose your faith. Show them what they needed. Faith is an energy, the specific emotional energy the creature needs to live. | favourite nu who episodes    the god complex

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So as you know, I had the pleasure of meeting with Anjali Bhimani (voice actress of Symmetra) who asked me to be part of her IAmFunSize series. As someone who is..basically the same height as her, I was obligated to of course.

Me being notoriously inarticulate, I’d like to expand on my points from my video since I’m better expressing myself in text rather than speech. So read more below if you want to hear my thoughts on creative-block and being an artist.

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Debunking the Triangle Myth

It’s very hard to find ways to keep up with all your college work and still keep a balanced life. Many people say that when you get into college, you need to choose from two vertices of the first triangle while sacrificing the third one. Well, I need to tell you that that’s completely not true!

If you plan and organize your life, you will be able to manage your sleep schedule, your studying sessions and your night-outs without sacrificing one of them.

The first thing you need to do is being realistic. Instead of sleeping 9 hours a day, perhaps you will need to cut back to seven hours a day, which will probably provide enough energy throughout the day without letting your feel the burnout. On the other hand, you need to ration the time you spend with your friends and family. The best way to do so is scheduling a fixed schedule to be with them and dedicate yourself 100% during that time. It’s not how much time you have available that matters. What matters is what you do with the time you have available. Cutting back on fundamental aspects of your life will really hurt your grades – and if it doesn’t hurt your grades right away, it will hurt your body and state of mind sooner than you think. Sleepless nights have a mark on your body. On the other hand, depriving yourself of time spent with your loved ones can hurt and destroy relationships and in the end of the day, you’ll find out that those grades aren’t as worth as much as that.

Another thing I recommend is finding some sort of physical activity that helps you manage energy levels. Even running 10 minutes a day will do wonders for your physical and mental health, letting you cope with high stress levels and the feeling of burnout. Try to unplug from your college activities, listen to some music and concentrate on your body rather than on your brain.

You also need to prioritize. Choosing tons of classes just to feel productive is a waste of time. Having a heavily crowded schedule just for the sake of it will result in lower grades and a lower ability to focus on those classes. Pick classes that you think you can personally enjoy but can also help you on your chosen career path. Try to keep both of those aspects in mind when you’re picking subjects for the next semester, or else risking signing up for classes that are just filling you with stress and won’t even matter when you get your diploma.

Find a way to get help. You are not alone in this path and many of your classmates are probably feeling the same way. Try to get together and find a way to share some tasks or somehow trade notes and materials to help each other. If you can attend a lecture for any reason, don’t hesitate to ask for the class notes and assignments. If one of your classmates skips a lecture because they are sick, don’t hold back and hand them those notes. Finding a reading group is great to divide huge books into manageable chunks and distribute them between the members, so you have less reading to do and are able to summarize your part in a better way and then share your summary with your colleagues.

Schedule some “me-time”. Don’t look at your personal space as a failure towards your productivity goals. Try to incorporate at least half-an-hour with yourself in your busy schedule, and stick to it religiously. I always read a novel from 10 p.m to 10.30. Even if I reach that hour without finishing all the tasks for college that I had set out for myself to accomplish, I will just close my laptop, put away my notes and I will just allow myself to be relaxed for that half an hour.

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a/n: im gay and i want to get married and have a baby and this is a writing piece about it. also try to reblog cos that helps stuff get shared n stuff. im also new so if you wanna follow hmu

“We always, we always, we always have a story,” you heard, your wife’s voice lulling the crying infant to sleep, and almost, almost succeeding. Leaning on the doorframe, your silhouette all that she can see, for light spilled in behind you. Your little girl was crying, and keep their new adoptive mothers up all night and somehow find a way to not have it even irritate them.

You come behind her, kissing her bare shoulder that’s poked out from her tank top, and her smile is genuine. You both haven’t slept in hours, both because of the crying and also because your daughter was a sight, and you were in awe of how gorgeous she was, her little breaths and her little sighs and her button nose- you can’t believe she’s yours.

She’s got tufts of brown hair, puffs over her head and her skin was soft and the warm brown you knew you’d love to see for the rest of your life. She’s lovely. She’s breathtaking. She’s the most beautiful thing you’d ever considered yourself tove. She’s yours.

A lot of people, (assholes) say that she’s not, that you didn’t make her so she’s not, and the thing is- you get it. She’s not made up of your DNA. She’s someone else’s, in that regard. She didn’t grow in your tummy.

But she’s yours, she became yours when you touched her tiny finger and she trusted you completely, relied on you for everything, trusted you to be her shepherd through life. She had big eyes that were brown and soft and sweet and you could swear they looked just like your wife.

You’re young to be adopting- only in your mid 20’s- and you hadn’t been looking for a baby at the moment. Your wife volunteered at a planned parenthood on the weekends, and she’d known a high schooler who’d gotten pregnant and was planning to put the child in the foster system.

And the love of your life, coming home frenzied on a Sunday, saying that she knows it’s crazy but you have a room and you have love and you’re married and you’d talked about kids and-

And you looked her in the eyes, you looked at the woman you would dedicate your life to in a second, that you did dedicate it to her, and she looked at you, eyes blown and you knew that fuck it, you wanted kids, you had a home, you had a wife, and this could be the time.

That leads you to here, where your daughter was finally falling asleep in your wife’s arms, and her voice is still the lovely thing that made you fall in love with her in the first place. She looks lovely, her hair falling over her cheeks and the streetlights pouring in the light on the woman you adore, and her looking at the bundle of joy in her arms like she was the most precious thing in the world.

Three girls in the home, you thought, a smile playing on your lips.

She laughed, kissing you, and you smile into it, and it’s ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous that you’re kissing your wife with your daughter near.

3 years ago, if someone told you that you’d be sitting here, with a gorgeous, breathtaking woman holding a child you raise together, you’d have thought they were lying. Another one of those  people promising that shit gets better to make you feel better.  

But you’re sitting in here, with a little bundle in her crib, a ring on your finger, and lips tingling and her arms around you, eyes droopy from lack of sleep.

“I love you,” she smiles, lips against your cheek, fingers twining with yours. She says it like she doesn’t expect you to say anything back. She says it like it’s a fundamental truth to her, like the most beautiful and true thing in her life is to love you, and your heart swells because loving her is the thing she loves most in the world. Loving her is the thing you feel honored to do.

She looks stunning, even with her eyes tired and her fingers trembling with nerves of the momentousness of having a baby to raise.

You didn’t say yes to having her because it made sense on paper. You didn’t say yes because you had a home. You didn’t say yes because she wanted to, or because you thought that’s what married people do.

You said yes because when you looked at your wife, you saw what you always do.

You saw the girl you would dedicate your whole life to, the woman you wanted to build the world to make her smile, and you saw the only person you wanted to share the most incredible quest you’ll ever do. You couldn’t think of anyone you’d rather have a family with.

And here you were, the three of you, her humming under her breath to keep her baby asleep, and you were one.

A family.

Your family.

Tokyo Ghoul vs Literature: Red Dragon - A Metaphor for Hide and Kaneki’s Relationship

Sorry about the delay in this one, I actually lost the book Red Dragon fro awhile and I had to go find it. Anyway this time around we’re gong to look at a character I don’t talk about as often, Hide. During one of the flashes to Hide’s room we’re presented with a brief collection of his interests as mostly a background element. While the various manga volumes do show how his tastes clash with Kaneki, the one that stands out the most in a Red Dragon poster.

Let’s explore the connection between the two underneath the cut.

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20 years of programming and this is my most important tool by far. just pen & paper.

programming is what happens in my head; when I sit down at the computer and type characters into a text editor, well, we already have a word for that: encoding.

programming is thinking. computers are too distracting and klugey to help me think–they just make it worse. so I think with paper, solve the problem, THEN write the code.

it’s hard. sometimes I just sit there for 30 minutes and barely make a mark. sometimes I fill a page in 30 seconds. sometimes I spend two hours programming, then sit down at the keyboard and realize I fudged a fundamental assumption and have to go right back to pen & paper.

but it’s the only way to build something that I really understand and own. coming up with the names, the words, the patterns–it’s fundamentally a different part of the process. sometimes I spend a day switching back and forth–30 minutes on paper, 30 minutes at the keyboard building small prototypes to see if the thing I imagined can work the way I want it to.

PROGRAMMING doesn’t happen on a computer. it happens in your head. remember that the only reason you write code is to make the computer do something that solves a problem–a problem YOU want to solve.

once you sit down at a computer, now you have another labyrinth of problems: tricking a wafer of silicon into helping you solve the real problem.

anonymous asked:

I was listening to the podcast where they interviewed Zethrid's VA and she called Lotor compassionate multiple times and I honestly don't know how to feel about that

I think an easy way to make a lot of sense out of Lotor’s character is that he has two conflicting impulses in most situations and which one dominates depends a lot on his context.

One side, I would agree completely, is compassion. See, Lotor’s whole mercy and equality speech to the empire might just seem to be him playing the good guy while setting up Throk, but… you have to consider his audience.

This is a culture that’s spent the last ten thousand years headed by a guy who has tried everything, up to and including flat-out murdering loyal galra, to destroy those very ideas. What Lotor makes the backbone of his speech out of is unpopular- it’s the essence of the ideals that made so many people willing to back Throk for overtaking the throne.

Because Throk isn’t merciful, and he’s no fan of equality, either- he’s exactly the kind of racist, elitist, takes pride in all of the opponents he’s cut down, that Zarkon just adores in a soldier. Throk is everything Zarkon thinks a proper galra should be.

Lotor values mercy. And I think it’s fair to say Lotor in most circumstances does not take any particular enjoyment from others’ pain.

But that’s only half of Lotor. There’s another side of him, and that side is bitter, vindictive, and operates with all the aggression of a wounded animal backed into a corner.

Part of Lotor- and a fairly fundamental, deep-held part of him, at that- has a very hard time getting out of the mindset that if he’s not in control, it means he’s in danger.

Because you can watch the people and situations that bring out Lotor’s callous side, and without fail, it’s either something dangerous, or he’s trying to establish control of the situation before he ever bares his softer side.

Because Lotor talks about mercy a lot, and virtually always in contexts where it doesn’t actually practically serve him. And Lotor hates Zarkon- and moreover, he hates what Zarkon embodies, what Zarkon believes in. That’s genuine. There’s an actual caring person in there who wants to believe in people, in peace and diplomacy.

To Zarkon, Voltron is tantalizing because he sees it as a weapon- the biggest, baddest weapon.

Lotor? The whole backdrop of Puig, and the heavy emphasis in season three of just what Voltron means to the universe is, to me, very telling for how Lotor sees Voltron, and why he’s trying to make his own.

Because Lotor’s secret agenda isn’t an unconquerable empire like Zarkon’s- Lotor wants to become a symbol of hope and freedom to the universe. He wants to challenge Voltron for its right to be everyone’s protector. Someone who doesn’t actually care about other people doesn’t covet that role when there are much cheaper and more accessible routes to approval.

But on the other hand, there’s the fact that Lotor has been stuck with Zarkon his entire life, and- being a caring person in that context has probably been pretty quickly, and profoundly, linked with maltreatment. Again, Zarkon has no qualms sentencing people to horrible situations for not adhering to his philosophy of the universe.

So there’s the other side of Lotor that always wants to be five steps ahead of everybody because that’s the only time he feels safe, and that raw nerve, that vulnerability, is a very loud voice in his head. And this is what makes a lot of his good intentions, so far, seem either very limited in their reach, or kind of hollow- because, he really only wants this to happen on his terms.

TL;DR: Lotor makes a lot of sense if you consider him both a compassionate person and someone with a massive defensive streak, and which one wins out in any given situation depends entirely on how safe he feels. 

senior syndrome

pairing: marcus flint x oliver wood

setting: modern, non-magical, college vampire au

word count: 3,131 

written for: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @bunimalsfiberdolls !!!!!!! 

notes: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯


Marcus wakes up thirsty.

He blinks, scrubbing at the corners of his eyes. There’s a suspiciously crusty stain on the inside of his bedspread; it isn’t white, but it’s not not white, either. He doesn’t know which pledge had laundry duty last week, but he thinks it was probably Goyle. Goyle always forgets to add detergent. Possibly, Goyle isn’t actually aware he’s supposed to add detergent.

Whatever.

Marcus rolls over. His tongue is sticking to the roof of his mouth, and his throat feels dry and rough and a little like he might’ve accidentally gargled paint thinner. A strange burning sensation is piercing his gut; if he concentrates, he can almost trace it back to a gently pulsating spot between his tonsils.  

Swallowing hurts.  

Swallowing hurts a lot.  

He vows not to try that again, and then idly wonders if he’s getting sick. That would suck. Hooch is picking captains at the end of the week, and Marcus would really enjoy stripping that fuzzy felt “C” off Wood’s jersey. Especially now. Especially after three months of silence and stupid passive aggressive Snap stories featuring way too many fishing boats. And lakes. And sad, ugly, shirtless Canadian bros who definitely didn’t need to, like, molest Wood so thoroughly.  

Jesus.  

Marcus’s stomach rumbles.

He instinctively swipes at his teeth with the tip of his tongue.

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So.  Shit Went Sideways, huh?

Was reading a great post titled “Blame” written by @instructor144 and was inspired to put a few words down on a subject that doesn’t get a lot of discussion.  How to manage screw-ups in a BDSM context.

The common theme of just about all kink is that it is “edgy”.  Granted, my definition of edgy may not match your definition of edgy - but I like to think that Kitten and I do all right.  I imagine that most of the people who are honest about their enthusiasm for D/s or embrace their kinks are the same people who like being outside to watch a thunderstorm to the very last minute or who would always want to be lighting the fireworks rather than just watching at a distance.

So, the rock solid inevitability is that no matter how perfect the first time may be, no matter how much you’ve read and prepared, no matter how competent and well meaning you may be … 

Shit - Will - Go - Wrong. 

Practice, patience, diligence, all means that instances where things go wrong may be fewer and farther between.  But … it is still gonna happen eventually.

If your communication channels are structured right, if you’re really making sure that aftercare and debrief conversations are not just something you do to pat each other on the back about what amazing sex machines you both are, you can probably come through even better when things don’t go right.  Here are some things that I think help manage the fallout when your sex dungeon fantasy  goes from Sade to just plain sad.

1. “That’s So Meta”:  Meta conversations help.  This could be in the negotiation stage early on or this could be in the form of an informal “mini” negotiation before you’re going to do something particularly bonkers.  You don’t need to give away all the tricks - but the more open you are about what you want to do in the broad strokes the better prepared both of you are going in.  If you think you’re going to do something that pushes the borderline - you should let that person know you’re going way off-road and in what general direction you’re going.  (If Kitten is feeling particularly sensitive, nipple clamps are a poor choice of a surprise - you’re gonna have a bad time.)

2.  “Is Everyone OK?”:  When I was a lifeguard, we were drilled to say “someone call 911″ when responding to a scene - even before asking what the fuck happened.  We use a red/yellow/green system.  Yellow is a “soft” safe word.  Red means “stop the ride”.  When red comes out my first question is “Are you OK?”  Not, “why did you safe word”, not, “how about we just fuck” … no no no.  “Are you OK?” as in, is anyone hurt be it physically or emotionally?  Just because someone consented doesn’t mean they can’t get hurt.  There’s a reason they have you sign release forms when you go bungee jumping and sky diving, people.  Just because you “accepted the risk” does not mean that “there is no risk”.  

3.  You may aftercare at this point … or you may not.  The both of you may be too pissed off to really look at one another - depends on how egregious the transgression is.  Generally, if there’s been a “wreck” (as I like to call failed scenes in my own mind) it is best to talk about it the next day or two days later.

4.  “Just the Facts”:  When you are debriefing about the “wreck”, I recommend trying to stick to facts.  Discuss the timeline of events - literally “what happened”.  Then discuss how it made you feel.  This isn’t just about how it made the sub feel or just about how it made the Dom feel - both of you discuss how the events made you feel.  It is important not to take this as blaming or accusing one another - this is a factual catalogue of the emotions you both were feeling when the scene went south.  Then, to the best of your ability, try and explain why you felt that way.

5.  “What Will We Do Differently?”:  Time to collaborate.  In every wrecked scene there are things I can do differently and there are things she can do differently.  We’re partners, and we both can confirm there are things we can do to communicate better and avoid this in the future.  This doesn’t mean there aren’t times when MY to-do list for next time is not longer than hers (as someone who is learning a lot through trial and error this is the case) - but usually a wrecked scene is the result of me not understanding what she is trying to tell me, her not telling me what I need to know, or a healthy mix of both - with some technique problems thrown in for good measure.

6.  Give it time to Breathe:  The one thing I personally recommend you DO NOT DO is immediately try that thing you screwed up as soon as you can.  I know you want to atone and show how fucking awesome you are with that hard leather flogger.  And next time, you’ll only leave the gag in for 4 minutes in stead of 10, and, and and.  No.  No.  The best thing you can do is go back to something a bit simpler - focus on giving instructions, receiving instructions, giving feedback and understanding feedback.  Once the faith in the fundamentals is restored you can go back to balcony fucking or underwater masturbation/orgasm denial or whatever other pervy thing you two deviants can come up with.

If the conversation drifts to “who is to blame” for a scene going south - it will be a much longer trip back.  Hope this is helpful.

Let’s talk about this moment from How to Fight a Dragon’s Fury, shall we? 

See, the thing that has always struck me about Hiccup speaking in Dragonese is the fact that, nine times out of ten, he doesn’t really need to. Throughout the series, it is clearly shown that almost every single dragon Hiccup meets can understand Norse, even if they cannot speak it themselves, and every other Viking gets on fine training and working with dragons without ever needing to speak in the dragons’ own language. Consider the beginning of How to Cheat a Dragon’s Curse, in which Hiccup attempts to get the Sabre Tooth Driver Dragons to help the Pirate Training Programme boys by speaking to them in Dragonese, only for Snotlout to barge in and yell-and-whip them into following orders, speaking only in Norse. This is just one example of how Cressida shows us that in everyday life, actively speaking in Dragonese doesn’t really help Hiccup all that much. 

Of course, understanding what the dragons are saying themselves is a different matter: it allows Hiccup insight into what Toothless is thinking and feeling, and indeed has saved his life numerous times when he came across dragons that could pose a threat to him. Additionally, he has repeatedly managed to get out of scrapes by manipulating the dragons he encounters through speech when they were unlikely to have been among the dragons that understood Norse (the Monstrous Strangulator in How to Be a Pirate, for example, had probably never even met humans since being placed in the cave by Grimbeard). 

However, while speaking and understanding Dragonese is clearly incredibly useful, when it comes to ensuring that dragons understand what Hiccup is saying, then like I said, nine times out of ten it is shown that speaking to them in their own language isn’t necessary - and arguably, if both humans and dragons generally understand Norse, then in some cases it would seem most logical to speak in Norse, wouldn’t it? I’m sure almost all the dragons Hiccup addresses in his speech here would understand him speaking in his own language, and even if not then there would be enough dragons there who understood to fill in all the rest. 

So why does Hiccup do it? Why, in every single exchange with a dragon Hiccup ever has, does he bother to speak in Dragonese? 

The answer is simple: it is generally accepted that speaking to someone in their own language is a sign of respect. 

Look, I live in England, and while I am proud of my country on a lot of issues, language is not one of them. My foreign language education at school has been patchy at best: we only began getting any foreign language lessons at all when I was about seven or eight, and while we had timetabled French lessons at middle school, for the first three years we suffered from a hugely inconsistent teacher. At high school the only foreign language options available for GCSE were French and German, and most people only took one of these to complete what was called the English Baccalaureate, rather than because we had been filled with passion about foreign languages. While the picture is not as bad all over the UK (I went to very small country schools with limited resources, whereas my city cousins had teachers available for language lessons since they started primary education), the general sloppiness of UK foreign language education compared to the foreign language education in place in other countries has left us apologetically relying on the impeccable English of foreigners to get by whenever we venture anywhere beyond our borders. 

This is something that has always really frustrated me, not only because I feel naturally vulnerable when I can’t understand everyone around me, but also because every time I’ve ever relied on someone switching to my language for us to be able to communicate it has felt like an insult to them. English is such a widely spoken language that as a country we’ve become lazy. It is because of all this that I am choosing to study French at A Level, and potentially at university, because I so desperately want to be able to show my respect by putting in the effort to speak to someone in their own language. 

Hiccup? He understands this. He, at a very young age, realised that the best way to show respect to the dragons he loved was to speak with them, not just to them, using their own unique language. This is evident throughout the series - why else would he work with dragons and train them through speech when he could just as easily make himself understood in Norse? He even speaks to Stormfly and the Wodensfang in Dragonese, despite knowing that they can speak Norse themselves. It all harks back to Hiccup’s fundamental belief in equality - if dragons can put in the effort to understand Norse, he can put in the effort to understand Dragonese. 

This is something I find extremely cool in and of itself: the demonstration of the power of language and the portrayal of such a humble and compassionate hero in a children’s series is amazing. However, I also love the significance of this simple, everyday choice by Hiccup in his wider message and ambitions for his kingdom. There is a quote from A Hero’s Guide to Deadly Dragons that really sheds light on this, just after Hiccup discovers that Stormfly can speak Norse: “Long ago, the bards say, dragons and men spoke together as happily as you or I. Now, Hiccup was one of the only people he knew who spoke Dragonese, and although dragons generally understand Norse (which they call ‘lumpentongue’) Hiccup had never before met a dragon who could speak it.”

Clearly, when the rift grew between humans and dragons, their skills of communication dwindled. Eventually, humans were so sure of their superiority and so powerful over dragons that they stopped putting in any effort to converse with the dragons as equals. It was down to the dragons to understand the humans - why would it ever be the other way around? We even know that Stoick banned the speaking of Dragonese. All of the glory of the original Kingdom of the Wilderwest fizzled out into everything that Hiccup knew was wrong, with slavery and inequality rife. Yet the simple speaking of Dragonese is one of the clearest and most powerful ways that Hiccup tried to reverse this and build a better world, even from the very beginning, at ten years old, when he knew from the start that he wouldn’t be the sort of person to train his hunting dragon by mindlessly yelling at it, but instead by speaking in its own language.

Dear Thor, there’s so much in this. This series is so deep and important and powerful. And never has this beautiful message been more evident than in the moment in How to Fight a Dragon’s Fury when Hiccup asks Stormfly to translate his speech. 

For one thing, it makes it very clear that Hiccup is speaking to Furious, appealing directly to his enemy with a message of respect, compassion and love, in the only way he can. Most of all, Hiccup’s choice here means that the dragons are forced to listen to the human voice, and the humans are forced to listen to the dragon voice. 

This is the speech that ends the war, and begins a new era, one with a future that is brighter and better, and Hiccup chooses not to use his own language to gain power, but to begin this new future alongside a dragon, with the two languages intertwined and equal. 

It’s poetic. It’s beautiful. It’s powerful. And it makes me love him all the more. 

The 5 elements of a Karate lesson

Still fumbling with making up lesson plans? 

I GOT YOUR BACK FRIEND

Originally posted by vgeta

Let me explain to you the 5 fundamentals of any martial arts class

  1. There needs to be a purpose
  2. Everyone needs to put work/effort in
  3. There is the necessity to learn something
  4. There needs to be fun
  5. Everyone needs to work respectfully with and towards each other

Now these things seem to be very basic. But you cannot make an intricate lesson plan if you can’t master the basic rules of a class.

Just like karate itself right?

Purpose of a class

There’s a reason that this one is listed first. You need to have a goal set so you can form your class accordingly. Not just that, but you also want to give your students a sense of purpose. That they are working towards a goal.

Ask yourself the following questions:

What is learning?

What does it mean for someone to learn something?

What is a lesson/class?

Think about it.

Originally posted by lessonsfromdisney

Thought about it?

What is learning?

To bring someone from the point of being completely ignorant, to knowledgeable.
To bring someone from the point of being unable, to able.

Which will influence one’s behaviour in a lasting manner. 

What does it mean for someone to learn something?

Learning a sport/hobby etc. is different from regular school. They chose to this themselves
It means that they find it fun. Or cool, useful, badass etc.

Learning a new skill is incredibly rewarding. You feel like you grow as a person when you have earned yourself a new skill.

What is lesson/class?

A class is a wholesome setting with boundaries which is created to achieve a certain goal/purpose. We can define a class as a collective set of learning situations, which are adapted to one another.

So now we know what a class consists off, you can determine your goal for a class. This could be to simply practice what you need to know for your exam but let’s take it one step further.

Originally posted by gameraboy

Everyone needs to put work/effort in

This means you too Sensei! You can’t just read the required techniques off the list, you need to put effort in! You can do this in various ways:

Instead of teaching a technique,  teach a principle.

Principles are a solid part of martial arts. They are the building stones to a technique. 

For instance, in a punch you have the term hikite. Sounds fancy? Maybe, but it’s the retracting arm when you punch. Suddenly it almost sounds boring. But it’s present in many many techniques! Examine the techniques you wanted to teach, establish which one require hikite the most and if there are a few on the list, think up an exercise to stimulate hikite (for instance, a special game of tag).

Training principles will help all the techniques involved.


Besides your way of teaching, think about the fact that this is sports/exercise. People come in for a good time and the feeling that they did something useful with their time after class is done. Keep them busy. There is nothing more boring than waiting. And most students aren’t thát self-disciplined that they just keep training on their own
Also, if they’re not training, there will be chatting or fighting.

Originally posted by kasugano

Get the class warmed-up. Do not break them, do not underwhelm them, a good warm-up (absolute maximum with adults I’d say is tops 30 minutes). After that, get to work right away. If you would like to do some stretching that’s fine, at the end of class.

There is the necessity to learn something

A clear goal like:

  • Improve the use of hikite
  • Make sure that with every kick the knee is properly raised
    or
  • Make sure that one works from a low centre of gravity 

These set a purpose, but you have adapt these goals accordingly to your students. If you are like me and have a varied class of levels from white to black belts, you need to be able to analyse and see the different steps one has to take to get to the top. 

If you can find the right goal for each level, you will give them a goal that they will feel like it is obtainable. No one would bother to climb if you can never get to the top.

There needs to be fun

Some people are dead serious about their training (*cough* me), but there should always be room for a little laugh, granted your martial art allows it.
Especially with children’s classes.

Create the fun by following things:

  • Do a fun warm-up.
    This is your entrance to the class. Energize people. Kids with a (karate-infused) game, adults with maybe some bagwork or teamwork.
    NOTE: I barely- if ever do ball games with children. It’s distractive.
  • Do not endlessly practice the same thing.
    With kids, one subject = absolute max. 20 minutes
    Adults, depending on the level = max. 40 minutes.
    NOTE: does not apply to serious students like me. We can do the same thing for 1,5 hours.
  • Allow different personalities to exist.
    Sounds weird? Look in a group, there are always people who react different to each other. Shy, show-off, serious, prankster, etc.
    People have to have the feeling they can be themselves, no matter how different they are.

Originally posted by zamasu

Everyone needs to work respectfully with and towards each other

Now this last point ties in with the previous one. Fun is awesome, so is harsh training, but there is no class or martial arts without respect/courtesy

Karate-do begins and ends with bowing:

一、空手道は礼に始まり礼に終る事を忘るな 

Hitotsu, karate-do wa rei ni hajimari rei ni owaru koto o wasuruna.


You, as a teacher have to be a guardian of that state of mind. Always intervene when things are done without respect.

You are the guardian of your class, your purpose,your fun and the respect!

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Ask Ethan: Does Light Always Move At The Same Speed?

“Does light always move at the same speed? If it is slowed down by something, will is stay slower after it is no longer being slowed down? Will [it] speed back up to the speed of light?”

Throughout the entire Universe, there’s a fundamental law that governs the motions of all particles: Einstein’s relativity. It states that all particles with mass can never attain the speed of light, no matter how much energy you put into it. Additionally, all massless particles only move at the speed of light, no matter what you do to either them or to the device/person observing them. No matter what reference frame you’re in, the speed of light in a vacuum is a constant. But light isn’t always in a vacuum!  From air to quartz to acrylic to glass to many other media, light can pass through transparent material, and when it does, it slows down. Not only that, but light of different energy slows down by different amounts. In what ways is the speed of light always the same, and in what ways can it change?

And most importantly, what do the known properties of light mean for the rest of the Universe? Find out on this edition of Ask Ethan!

Masquerade III: The Rules of the Game – Part 3 (Jungkook x Reader x another BTS member)

One must know the rules of the game, in order to come and play.

!! If you haven’t, please read the first two sagas in this series: MASQUERADE & Masquerade II !! [There will be spoilers if you read this story first.]

Summary: With Club Masquerade’s original hosts “graduating” one at a time, it’s up to the newcomers to pick up the slack and keep the customers happy. And who better to take the reins than the notorious Red Mask’s prodigy, Jeon Jungkook. But things become a bit difficult when you come into the picture, with your desire to do research on the rules of love and dating through your experience with your host. Will Jungkook be able to satisfy your curiosities… or will someone else?

Jungkook x Reader x BTS member [Read on to find out who >:P] (ft. Jimin & Hoseok)
CEO au, Host au, Cop!Kook au
Fluff & Smut

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 (Finale)

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Originally posted by namjoonsgurl

          “I don’t understand why I have to do what you want me to do when I don’t want to do it.” Jungkook huffed. “We’ve been through this already. I already went to school for business and hated it, but you told me you’d leave me alone if I graduated with that degree. Now you’ve been sticking me here and there to become CEO or something or other.”

           "Son, your mom and I just want you to have a stable and safe job.“

           "Yeah, but it’s not making me happy. Sitting down, staring at papers with a bunch of numbers, talking to people all day about money matters and such…it’s not me. I understand where you and mom are coming from…but I want to be and am a cop.”

           "Last one, Jungkook. Just go to this company, check it out, and try to actually do the work. Please. If it’s really not where you want to be, I’ll accept that, but I want you to try to get hands on experience. It’s different than learning in school, you might enjoy it.“

           Jungkook exhaled. "How is this different than any of the other companies you tried to stick me in?”

           "Well one of the CEOs in this company worked on the merger of our company with theirs, and from the Chairman’s grandson, CEO Min, I’ve heard that that same CEO has a bit of an edge, like you do. I figured you disliked all the upstanding CEOs I’ve had you meet before, so maybe you’d actually get along with this one.“ Jungkook’s father pleaded. "Please, just go meet them. I have a good feeling about this branch.”

           Jungkook shut his eyes, “Alright. But this is the last one. I’m only going to go meet the CEOs and check out the company. If I don’t like them, that’s it.”

           "Fine. But if you like them, please give it a shot. I just don’t want you to miss an opportunity because you misjudged the business world.“

           "You say ‘stable’ job…but look at where our company is.” Jungkook sighed.

           "It’s progress and advancement. A long term investment.“

           "Alright, I’ll give it a shot. But don’t send anyone unnecessary to accompany me. I’ll be there.” Jungkook huffed.


           The next day, however, he groaned as he found that his father had hired someone to take him to the building, regardless of his warning.

           "He never listens to me.“ Jungkook mumbled under his breath as he tightened his tie, and headed out of his apartment.

           When he stepped foot into the company building, he was surprised to find that he had arrived earlier than any of the workers.

           "Huh. Late start? Alright…not bad.” he hummed as he positioned himself inside an empty room that had a good view of the entrance into the office.

           He yawned as he glanced at his watch. He would wait an hour at most then tell his father that he had tried to make this company work, but he didn’t like it. Suddenly though, a familiar voice snapped his eyes up towards the little window of the door.


           "I swear Hoseok. If it’s a dude, they could care less about having a crappy bouquet of flowers!“ Jimin complained.

           "I like flowers!” Hoseok frowned. “The flowers are for me! Leave them alone! What did they do to you?”

           "I’m just saying, don’t be so uptight just cause some hotshot is coming to visit us. We are the Seoul branch, one of the best in the company. Just be natural cause then they might think we’re doing something illegal.“ Jimin explained.

           "The only thing illegal here is you, Jimin.” Hoseok wagged his finger.

           Jimin snorted. “What does that even mean? Am I illegal cause I’m just so damn handsome and attractive? Oh come on, Hoseok. Jealousy is unbecoming.”

           "Why, you little–“

           "Mr. Jung, Mr. Park. Good morning.”

           Jungkook choked on his water as you appeared behind the two.  

           "Y/N! My beautiful little intern!“ Jimin outstretched his arms welcomingly, but you walked around him nonchalantly.

           "Thank you, Mr. Park.”

           Hoseok cackled and stuck his tongue out at Jimin, who was pouting at your rejection of his affection.

           "Did my girlfriend say anything when you picked up coffee from her?“ Jimin jumped next to you and threw an arm around your shoulder. "I made her breakfast this morning!”

           "Nothing out of the usual.“ You shrugged then paused, making Jimin perk up expectantly. "Oh she did say to make sure you behave today. But then again, when do you behave?”

           Jungkook chuckled at your comment and was amused at your natural interaction with the two. To think that you and Red Mask of all people would work at the same company branch, the same branch that was going to be his ticket to freedom from his parents’ constant nagging. He grinned as a brilliant plan formed inside his mind.

           Turning around to his father’s hired assistant, he beckoned him closer, “Come here, I’m going to give you very detailed instructions for my grand entrance.”


           And so, Jungkook found himself beaming happily at yours and Jimin’s stunned expressions as he stood before you two.

           "The name’s Jeon Jungkook– the Jeon & Jeon’s son company heir. I’m looking forward to working with you all.“

           "You’ve got to be kidding me.” Jimin laughed. “Jungkook?! What?”

           Jungkook giggled. “Hyung!”

           "Jungkook!“ Jimin lunged at the younger man warmly.

           You, Hoseok, and Silver glanced at each other in confusion.

           "Oh, I know Jungkook from my other job.” Jimin winked at Hoseok, and that vague comment seemed to have turned a light bulb on in Hoseok and Silver’s minds because they both went, “Oh. Ohhhhh!”.

           All the while you remained puzzled at this mysterious connection that Jungkook, the cop, had to one of your bosses.

           "Okay, how about we step into our office and we can discuss your position and such?“ Jimin gestured towards the office door. "Y/N, come too.”

           Jungkook smiled shyly and bowed towards you. “Hello.”

           "If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were following me.“ You chuckled.

           Jungkook blushed. "Wh-what…”

           You raised an eyebrow at his change of personality again. “I hope the 2 gallons of milk you carried home were sufficient for you.”

           "Oh.“ he laughed nervously. "Y-yeah. It was good.”

           You chuckled then spotted Jimin eye-ing the two of you with a creepy grin on his face.

           "Mr. Park, stop being creepy.“ You rolled your eyes and opened his office door.

           Jimin laughed. "Sorry, I just didn’t know you two knew each other.”

           "And I, you.“ You shrugged as you sat on top of Jimin’s desk whimsically.

           "How do you know each other?” Jimin urged. “Is he that one you’re –”

           "He’s the cop that told me I didn’t have any appeal.“ You answered bluntly.

           Jungkook choked on his own saliva at the comment, while Jimin and Hoseok’s eyes widened.

           "Him??” Jimin pointed then glanced at Jungkook. “He said WHAT?”          

           Jungkook looked away from Jimin sheepishly.

           After staring at Jungkook curiously for a few seconds, Jimin chuckled. “Alright then, I believe official introductions are in order. I’m CEO Park Jimin of the Seoul branch.”

           "I’m CEO Jung Hoseok.“ Hoseok smiled in his chair, while Jimin leaned against Hoseok’s table.

           "I’m their intern, Y/N.” You waved coolly from Jimin’s desk on the other side.

           Jungkook bowed and handed Jimin a folder. “I’m Jeon Jungkook. Please take care of me.”

           "That goes to Y/N.“ Jimin pointed playfully.

           You rolled your eyes. "No it doesn’t, Mr. Park.”

           Jungkook stood awkwardly in the middle, unsure of whom to give the folder to.

           Hoseok sighed and outstretched his hand. “Sorry about that. I’m the more level headed one around here. I’ll take a look at your papers.”

           "Except when he’s hungry. He’s like the Hulk.“ Jimin whispered.

           Jungkook giggled.

           "Well you had decent grades in business school and graduated with a degree from a great university. Plus you’re the heir of a pretty well-known brand name company. I don’t see how we can turn you down.” Hoseok smiled as he sifted through the papers. “It says here that your father wants you to start at the intern level?”

           "Oh, well you see. When I graduated, I became a cop.“ Jungkook chuckled as he scratched the back of his head. "He wants me to start from the fundamentals and give business a chance.”

           "I heard you gave other companies trouble, punk.“ Jimin cackled.

           "Well you know I’m a bit hard to tame.” Jungkook bantered.

           "Heyy.“ Jimin grinned and they bumped their fists together happily.

           Hoseok cleared his throat and glared at Jimin. "Well, I’m honored you chose our company to cooperate with.”  

           "As soon as I saw Jimin–uh sorry, Mr. Park– I knew it was a good company.“

           Jimin pushed Jungkook. "Oh stop… Keep complimenting me.”

           You and Hoseok rolled your eyes.

           "Please don’t feed his ego, Jungkook.“ You commented and you saw him flinch a little, as if he had forgotten you were in the room.

           "Anyways, since you’ll be an intern with us from now on, Y/N can show you the cubicle you two will be in. She’ll give you a little orientation and show you how to do some of the tasks she’s in charge of.” Hoseok instructed.

           Jungkook nodded as you hopped off Jimin’s desk.

           "I’ll tidy his cubicle up a bit then. Carry on.“


           As soon as you stepped out of the room, Jungkook visibly relaxed. Jimin caught his diffused tension and his mind began brewing with plots and plans for the two of you. He had found his new source of entertainment in his workplace.

           "Oh!” Jimin clapped his hands and pointed towards Hoseok. “Now that we’re alone, I can officially introduce you. This was my partner in crime back in the day, Black Mask J-Hope.”

           Jungkook’s eyes widened and he gasped. Suddenly, he rushed towards Hoseok and shook his hand fervently.

           "Oh my goodness! You’re one of the Masquerade legends!! The gentleman personas look up to you so much! No one knows about the woman who locked you down though so we’re all curious! I’m so happy to be working under both of you. This is such a dream come true! I’ve always wanted to meet the man who kept on par with Red Mask.“

           Hoseok fought back a smile, but to no avail. He scoffed lightly then ended up grinning widely. "Oh well, you know. He’s the one that had to keep up with me.”

           "No way, you graduated earlier than I did!“ Jimin complained.

           Suddenly, a knock was heard at the door.

           "Yes?” Jimin called out.

           "You done? We have a meeting to go to.“ Silver called out.

           "That’s his girlfriend.” Jimin elbowed Jungkook and winked. “And the only woman to have shared two legends at Masquerade.”

           Jungkook’s eyes widened in awe even more.

           "But sadly, she doesn’t dress as sexily anymore.“ Jimin sighed. "Such a shame.”

           Hoseok smacked him in the back of the head. “That’s my girlfriend. She doesn’t need to dress like that, since she’s beautiful regardless.”

           Jimin gagged at the comment as Hoseok opened the door. Jungkook smiled as he watched Hoseok ruffle Silver’s hair playfully.

           "So you and Y/N, huh?“ Jimin raised his eyebrows suggestively.

           Jungkook turned red and waved his hands. "Oh no no. Definitely not.”

           Jimin smirked. “You know, my young grasshopper, when guys say someone has no appeal that usually means they were so appealing that the guy just doesn’t want to admit it out loud.”

           "She couldn’t act cute or anything! She argued with me about my judgment!“ Jungkook complained. "There’s no way.”

           "Maybe that’s what you’re into.“ Jimin winked. "Rule #7: Do you before you do them.”

           Jungkook blushed and recited softly, “Know your own kinks and how to get yourself off before you try to get off other people.”

           "Good boy.“ Jimin cooed and patted his head. "Now, make a left and you’ll see Y/N at the first cubicle. She’ll teach you a few things.”

           Jimin slapped Jungkook’s butt before exiting the room. “Welcome to the team, Jungkook.”

           Jungkook smiled, “Good to be learning from you again, Mr. Park.”

           Jimin smirked and disappeared.


           You were standing on your wheelie chair, trying to put away old binders at the very top shelf when Jungkook stepped into view. You were bending down with your skirt and spotted him hurriedly turn around.

           You chuckled. “Was that appealing to you, Mr. Jeon?”

           "I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.“ he muttered, averting his eyes upwards.

           You tried to step off the wheelchair, but it was a bit unsteady so you faltered. In no time though, Jungkook was in front of you, lifting you up by your waist with ease so that your feet were no longer touching the chair. You two blinked at each other in surprise. Very slowly, he put you back down on the ground then took three steps away from you.

           "Thanks.” You smiled nonchalantly.

           "No problem.“ Jungkook mumbled.

           "Okay, anyway. We have the largest cubicle in the office because it fits two people back to back. So here’s your space behind me. That’s your desktop. You’re welcome to decorate it with pictures of family, your pets, your girlfriend–”

           "I don’t have a girlfriend.“ Jungkook blurted out.

           You blinked, a bit flustered. "Oh, okay. Well um – well anyway, you can decorate however you want.”

           Jungkook nodded sheepishly.

           You coughed to regain your composure. “Things are pretty lax here. As you probably saw, we trickle in whenever we want as long as we get our work done and get our 40 hours a week. All workers here are split up under Mr. Jung and Mr. Park just for checking in and management purposes. Those under Mr. Park are held on very, very loose reigns so their schedules are flexible and he’s only concerned about the quality of their work and the positive results. Things such as time constraints and a constant schedule isn’t his priority. While those under Mr. Jung’s care usually do have to report to him if they are going to be working less hours a certain day and what they are projected to complete by a certain date. He likes to know things ahead of time so he can set realistic expectations and make sure everything’s running smoothly.”

           Jungkook smiled. “Which are you under?”

           "I’m under both.“ You chuckled. "I think you’ll be the same as well. I typically follow Mr. Jung in the mornings and Mr. Park in the afternoons. I’m not sure what their plans are for you just yet, seeing as how you were a bit…unexpected?”

           Jungkook chuckled. “Yeah, this was unexpected for me too.”

           "Well, I look forward to working with you too.“ You extended your hand out.

           Jungkook stared at it widely. "Um, yeah. You too.”

           He shook your hand lightly.

           "You aren’t going to fracture my hand. You can grip it a bit tighter.“ You laughed.

           "Oh, right.” he laughed nervously and squeezed your hand.

           "Ow!“ You winced and he panicked.

           "I’m sorry!”

           You chuckled. “I’m just kidding.”

           Jungkook exhaled. “You’re really something.”

           You grinned. “I enjoy learning, so people say I’m a walking encyclopedia at times, but since your comment, I’ve been trying to develop some charming points.”

           Jungkook glanced at you amused.

           "Still not working?“ You questioned.

           He scrunched his face playfully and shook his head.

           "Well, life’s a process.” You shrugged. “Let’s go get your ID for now. You need to scan that ID when you’re walking around the building. Don’t lose it, and don’t get caught not wearing it.”

           "By who?“

           "By Mr. Park. He likes to taunt workers who forget their IDs and he doesn’t help them get back in.”

           Jungkook snorted. “I could see that.”

           "Right here.“ You pointed, your arm crossing in front of his body. He froze where he was so your arm didn’t touch him. You looked at him curiously then stepped into the room first. "Good morning! I have a new intern here with me who needs an ID.”

           The woman behind the desk perked up when her eyes landed on Jungkook. She pulled the phone away from her ear. “Well helloooo~ ” Then she rushed. “Hold on honey, I’m going to have to call you back, Adonis just stepped into my office.”

           Jungkook bowed shyly. The woman stood up and grabbed his shoulders aggressively.

           "Wow, muscular, tall, chiseled jaw…damn.“ she whispered. "You single?”

           "He says he has no girlfriend.“ You chimed in.

           Jungkook glared at you and you shrugged, enjoying his visible discomfort.

           "What’s your name, hot stuff?”

           "Jeon Jungkook.“

           "Like this?” The woman turned her desktop screen so he could check her spelling.

           "Yes.“

           "Okay, stand right over there behind the white screen and give me your most charming smile.” she instructed.

           "Um sure…“ Jungkook awkwardly walked over and posed stiffly.

           "Ooo boy, you could be a model or something. Damn, I want to print this on poster paper and hang it up in my office.”

           Jungkook laughed nervously.

           "You like?“ the woman showed him his new ID photo and he nodded.

           "Printing. You lookin’ for a girlfriend, Jungkook?” she questioned.

           "Uh no not at the moment.“ he answered timidly.

           "Well call me if you are. I’m available.” she winked.

           "Oh haha.“ Jungkook smiled wryly and stepped back a little.

           "Here’s your badge.”

           "Thank you.“

           "See ya later!” You waved, highly amused by what you had witnessed.

           "Stop by often, Jungkook!“

           Jungkook bowed and shuffled away, closer to you.

           "Most women here are looking for a little bit of action, so you’ll get a lot of that.” You stated. “Back in the day they pined after Mr. Park, but then his girlfriend came to surprise him one day and they all knew it was game over. But I guess you already know she’s very beautiful. Anyway, seeing as how you’re the first attractive single man we’ve had in awhile, they’ll be attacking you.”

           Jungkook perked up. “You think I’m attractive?”

           You ignored his question, trying not to look flustered by your slip of tongue, and continued walking, pointing out where places were in the building and in the office, until you both were finally back to your cubicle.

           "Well that’s it for the tour. You’ll get lost often, but don’t hesitate to ask me to lead you around.“ You smiled. "Now have a seat and I’ll show you how to log in to the system.”

           Jungkook nodded and sat in his wheelie chair. You hovered over his shoulder, leaning close to him, and he tensed up.

           "Silver, that’s the secretary and Mr. Jung’s girlfriend, already put your name in the system. So when you first come in, type in your username which is 'JeonJ’. Temp password is password1.“ You instructed.

           Jungkook felt himself inching away as much as he could from your proximity. You were too close and he wasn’t sure what to do with himself. You misinterpreted his hesitancy though and moved behind him.

           "Here, let me show you.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and started typing on the keyboard.

           He straightened up so that your chest wasn’t touching his back, but your face was still close to his. His heart was racing and he felt himself sweating instantaneously.

           Suddenly, the sound of slow clapping broke you two apart. Curiously, you both turned to find Jimin grinning widely in front of your cubicle.

           "I like what I’m seeing here. Good job making moves first, Y/N.“

           You rolled your eyes. "I’m helping him log in.”

           "Logging in is how everything starts.“ Jimin smirked wittily.

           "Oh dear.” You exhaled and turned to Jungkook. “Was he also like this in your other job?”

           "Yeah.“ Jungkook smiled, feeling refreshed now that you were a good distance from him.

           "Consistency is key.” Jimin chuckled. “Hoseok needs you Y/N, so I’ll take over his training for now.”

           "Sure thing.“ You nodded, grabbing the pile of papers on your desk and making your way to the office.


           When you disappeared, Jimin smacked Jungkook’s arm. "Why do you look like a mannequin with permanently glued terrified eyeballs? Your charisma is working even outside the Club! Rejoice!”

           Jungkook groaned. “I don’t want it to work outside of the Club.”

           Jimin shook his head. “Oh Jungkook. What am I going to do with you?”

           "Just tell me how to do my work, hyung.“ Jungkook sighed grumpily.


           "Hey.” You tapped Jungkook’s shoulders since he had earphones in while he was entering data.

           He flinched and spun around, surprised. “Y-yes?”

           "Lunch time. Want me to show you the cafeteria?“

           "Oh. Yes, please.” Jungkook pulled out his earphones and put his desktop on sleep.

           "Some people go to the rooftop for lunch, but most stay in the canteen. I’ll show you both and you can choose whichever you prefer.“

           "Where do you usually eat?” Jungkook asked.

           "Mmm the rooftop if it’s not occupied.“ You chuckled.

           "Occupied?”

           "Well…you know…people use it to do things in between or during breaks.“ You shrugged.

           Jungkook blushed. "Oh… have you…ever…”

           You glanced at him. “Do you want to?”

           "I didn’t mean us! I didn’t–“

           You chuckled. "I’m joking, Jungkook.”

           "Oh, right.“

           "Guess I still need to work on my humor. Maybe it’s cause I’m girl, it’s less funny.” You mumbled to yourself as you walked ahead.

           Jungkook chuckled as he followed you.


           That weekend, you grinned widely as you found yourself entering the cafe and luckily, there was no line. There was only one tall gentleman in front of you who was amiably conversing with the Receptionist. Probably another one of the regulars.

           "Oh, let me take your order. I didn’t even see you there!“ the Receptionist soon noticed you and beamed.

           The man stepped to the side politely and you came up to the cash register.

           "The usual weekend drink?” she grinned.

           "Yes please.“

           "How are you today, Y/N?”

           "Good.“

           "You’re not working today right?”

           "No, just up and about.“ You smiled.

           "Good. I know you work too much.” The Receptionist chuckled. “Will it be cash or card today?”

           "I’ll pay for her drink.“

           Suddenly, the man who was standing beside you extended his arm and handed the Receptionist her card. Your eyes widened, immediately recognizing the voice. Glancing to your side, you locked eyes with him.

           "Long time, no see, Y/N.”

           "Namjoon.“ You smiled.

           "You two know each other?” The Receptionist took his card and swiped it.

           "Oh wait! No, I can –“ You panicked, but Namjoon placed his hand on top of your head gently.

           "Don’t worry, Y/N. Think of it as a reunion gift.” he chuckled.

           You exhaled and looked up at him. “I can’t believe you’re here! Wait- why’re you here?”

           "I’m traveling around again, but I needed to check on a few things in the area, so I’m staying here for awhile.“

           The Receptionist grinned and handed him his card. "Here you go, Joon.”

           "Thanks.“ Then he turned to you with a warm smile. "If you’re not busy…do you want to grab a seat and catch up?”

           You perked up and nodded eagerly. “Yes, I’d like that.”

           "Great.“ he chuckled then gestured with his head. "Let’s go?”

           You giggled as you watched him lead the way to a free corner, bumping into tables and chairs clumsily on the way there.

           "Still don’t know your body too well, huh?“ You teased as he finally sat down by the window.

           "I’m working on it.” he grinned then leaned his cheek into his palm cutely. “What’re you doing here? I didn’t expect you to turn up here of all places.”

           You giggled. “I’m finishing up school here and I have an internship with a nearby company.”

           "Oh? Where?“

           "Just down the street.” You pointed to your clearly visible building with the company name at the top. “You’ve probably heard of it.”

           Namjoon chuckled, “A bit. I didn’t know they took interns.”

           You shrugged, “Me neither.”

           "Namjoon. Y/N. Order’s up!“

           Namjoon stood up hurriedly, knocking down his chair in the process. You laughed and waved your hand.

           "Please, stay seated for the good of this cafe.” You teased. “I’ll go get our orders.”

           "No, I can’t have a lady get the drinks. They should wait for the man to do it.“

           You smiled warmly, "Since when have I been a lady like that?”

           Namjoon chuckled as you hurried off to grab the drinks. Upon your return, you spotted that his attention had been drawn outside the window. His eyes were glazed over, signaling that he was already deep in thought; a look that you had seen many times before. And so, you quietly placed the drinks down and took a glance outside too, waiting for him to finish his process.

           "Oh sorry! I’m being rude.“ he flustered.

           You smiled and shook your head. "I’m used to it. I used to sit in silence with you all the time, remember?”

           He nodded. “Of course I remember. I enjoyed those moments. Do you still read often?”

           "Not since I started my internship. Unless you count textbooks…which I don’t.“ You hummed. "But I really would like to go back to it, once I adjust really well to my workload.”

           "There’s a really nice little hidden bookstore that I found the other day. I’ll show you it one day.“

           You blushed. "I’d like that. How long will you be in this place for?”

           "Hmm it depends on a few things. Now that I know you’re here too, I might stay a bit longer.“ he grinned.

           You smiled shyly.

           "You’ve definitely grown up, Y/N.”

           You could feel Namjoon’s lingering gaze on you, and you would be lying if your heart didn’t flutter at the feeling that he might be finding you attractive at the moment.

           "Well it’s been a few years since we last saw each other.“

           "That’s true. You’re working now and a university student. Wahhh…” he marveled. “In Seoul no less.”

           "How long exactly can you travel for? Have you been traveling this whole time?“ You chuckled. "Do you even work?”

           Namjoon laughed, “Well when I saw you, that was a spontaneous 2 week of PTO to get away, but now I’m travelling around for longer before I settle into a really big job.”  

            “Congratulations.” You grinned. “Knowing you, I’m sure you’ll be fantastic at it.”

           "You flatter me.“ Namjoon took a sip to hide his smile, but you knew better. You knew his face read that he was grateful and shy about your compliment.

           But what you weren’t sure about, what you were never sure about was how long he would be in front of you. So you decided to seize the moment.

           "Want to come take a look at my apartment?” You questioned nonchalantly. “I can cook dinner for us.”

           His eyes widened, probably not expecting that invitation in the least. “I wouldn’t be intruding?”

           You laughed, “I live by myself. You wouldn’t be.”

           "Anybody you should ask permission to first?“

           "If that’s your way of asking if I have a boyfriend, my answer is that I don’t have one.” You smiled.

           "Good.“ Namjoon genuinely smiled and you found yourself melting at the way he looked so happy to hear that you were single. But you had to pop your own bubble to bring yourself back to reality. This didn’t mean he liked you in any way, shape, or form.

           "You still don’t drive right?” You giggled when he immediately looked sheepish. “For the good of the nation?”

           "Yeah, I still don’t drive…“

           "Good. I brought my car so I’ll drive you around.” You grinned.

           "Oh? You even drive now. Wahhh…you’ve become a grown woman, Y/N. I’m impressed.“

           "I’ve always been a mature woman, Kim Namjoon.” You flirtatiously smirked as you stood up.

           "I’ll be in your care today then Y/N.“ he bowed playfully and followed you out.

           In the car, you let Namjoon chat away while you drove. He put on his music and talked about which ones he liked and which ones he didn’t. He discussed places he had been to since you had last seen each other, and what books he had been reading lately. He also had taken up learning a few languages in his leisure.

           As always, Namjoon was someone you aspired to be. Intelligent, constantly curious, constantly improving and evolving, constantly seeing the world as a bundle of opportunity for learning experiences. Something more than a place to live, to make money, to build relationships.

           No, he didn’t just merely exist in the realm of society, carried off by the crowd. He walked in every possible direction on the sidewalk to figure out why it was that people naturally created two lanes. Why did it have to be veer to your right if you’re walking in one direction? What would happen if someone defied that standard? How would people react?

           He lived. He was the living embodiment of someone who worked hard to live and actually lived.

           While many worked to live, most spent their time pushing living their lives to that concept of "later”. You’ve heard countless people say “I’ll save that money for that trip I want to go to, later.”; “Later in my life, I’ll be more free so that I can use my money how I want to.”, etc. But what many failed to understand is that this “later” they always continued to refer to, wasn’t a destination, it wasn’t even a real time; it is a perpetually elusive concept, because when “later” comes, it isn’t “later” at that point in time, it has already become “the now”, “the present”, and in a blink of an eye, it becomes “the past”. This construct of “later”, it only exists in our mindsets; it is a place holder of a millisecond of time that gives us something to work towards. But if not clearly defined by the constraints of month, date, and year, it disappears into the abyss, never to come to fruition.

           Namjoon seized the moments. If he wanted to go some place to see how the sky looked in that location, he would hop on a train that weekend and go see it. With him, the possibilities of life were endless. The only thing constricting and containing us inside a box is ourselves, our fear of taking risks, our fear of being disappointed. But if we took each hit in stride, taking it as if it was an experience that happened for a reason, then those expectations and fears would dissipate. If you expect to learn and experience things each morning, no matter what shape or form they took, you would never feel disappointed in your life.

           That was Namjoon. Deep, philosophical, unique. With a beautiful mind that opened your eyes to the wonders of the world. It made you feel small yet so empowered at the same time.

           "Y/N. What’re you thinking about?“ his deep voice reverberated in your mind and sent chills down your spine, pulling you out of your thoughts.

           "Sorry.” You smiled shyly. “Just how coincidental it was that we bumped into each other…and how I missed hearing about your thoughts.”

           He grinned brightly. “You’re still as candid as ever.”

           "No point in being anything else but.“ You shrugged.

           "I like that about you though.” he complimented.

           You blushed.

           "And I don’t think it was coincidental.“ he hummed. "I think something like this was the work of fate.”

           And just like that, you were pulled back into his gravity, like you had been so many years ago.


           You shyly allowed Namjoon to step into your apartment, silently praising yourself for cleaning up the night before, just because. Was that fate as well? You shook your head before you fell deeper into your thoughts again.

           "Are you craving anything?“

           "I eat whatever.” Namjoon shrugged.

           "Have a seat and make yourself comfortable. I’ll start cooking.“

           "You sure you don’t need my help?” He followed you into the kitchen and gently touched your waist. “I can at least wash the ingredients without breaking them.”

           You giggled to cover up how strongly your heart was hammering in your chest at his light touch. “Alright then. It’s a big task, but I’m entrusting it to you.”

           "Yes, ma'am.“ Namjoon grinned.


           "So…Jungkook is actually rich too…the heir of a BIG company…and he is now YOUR intern?” The Receptionist gawked at Jimin.

           "Yeah. Exactly.“

           "And Jungkook knows Y/N too because he pulled her over and bumped into her a couple of times around town?” The Receptionist stared at her boyfriend. “And also…”

           "Also?“ Jimin raised an eyebrow.

           She shook her head, "No, never mind. It’s just crazy how connected everyone is.”

           "Everyone?“

           "It’s nothing.” she smiled.

           "Oh come on! Stop keeping all the secrets! I won’t tell anyone!“

           She rolled her eyes. "No. We’ve been through this. You always tell Hoseok who then tells Silver and then at that point, I’m breaking my contract of keeping privacy. I’m not losing my job just because you can’t keep your mouth shut.”

           "But Hoseok isn’t just anyone!“ Jimin complained.

           "Exactly why I’m just keeping my mouth shut. Now go do dishes! I have to get ready for my Burlesque performance.”

           "Come home with your costume again.“ Jimin smirked then kissed her on cheek as he took the dishes away from the table.

           "I’ll just surprise you with what I come home wearing.” she winked. “Or not wearing.”

           Jimin chuckled, “Oh goodness. Keep talking like that and you won’t make it to your show tonight.”

           "Why? Have I been a…bad girl?“ She smirked as she hugged him from behind while he started washing the dishes.

           Jimin splashed soapy water on her face playfully. "Go get ready for your show. I’ll deal with your antics later tonight.”

           "You’re no fun.“ She teased.

           "You won’t be saying that later.” Jimin cocked an eyebrow up.

           "We’ll see ~“ his girlfriend hummed as she disappeared into their bedroom.


           "Thanks for the meal. Wahh…” Namjoon clapped. “That was fantastic.”

           You grinned, watching him with admiration. “Probably cause you lack culinary skills and have to eat out all that time.”

           Namjoon huffed. “Not everyone can be perfect. I’m good at a lot of other things. Other than cooking and driving…I’m eclectic!”

           "And walking apparently.“ You teased.

           "Well, that…things just get in my way.” he chuckled.

           You giggled then paused. “Did you just say you were eclectic?”

           Namjoon blinked. “Yeah?”

           "Stay still for a sec.“ You leaned over the table and pulled down his shirt to stare at his collar bones and neck.

           "Um Y/N…what’re you doing?”

           Your eyes widened a bit. “I’m so dumb.”

           "What?“

           You laughed, "Can I ask you something?”

           "Sure. If you stop staring at my neck…“ Namjoon tilted his head.

           You pulled your hand away and sat back down. "Have you heard of Club Masquerade?”

           "Yeah.“

           You smiled and bluntly asked, "Are you Mon?”

           There was a few minutes of silence as the two of you stared at each other. He was probably trying to figure out how you had come to that conclusion, while you were waiting for him to reply.

           "And if I say I am?“ he finally stated.

           You chuckled, "It seems you’ve met your only client in person.”

           Namjoon blinked then gasped, finally recognizing your voice from the Club.

           "I thought your voice was just familiar because we’ve known each other.“ he covered his mouth with his hand. "Oh…wow.”

           You two awkwardly looked around the apartment.

           "So…“ you started. "I do have to commend you on your um…prowess in that area.”

           Namjoon coughed, “Thanks.”

           "What were you doing there though?“ You questioned.

           "I was dropping off trials of a new product for the Club. It’s a chip that can be installed into the host’s masks to alter their voices. I actually used it on you…so how did you figure out…” he scratched his head.

           "Your neck moles.“ You blushed, hoping he didn’t find you creepy. "Plus your voice was similar the very first time I met you…you probably didn’t implant the chip when we first met right? Plus you didn’t alter your voice too much the second time.”

           "Well, I didn’t want you thinking I was a completely different person.“ Namjoon chuckled. "Wow. This is crazy. You’ve always been sharp.”

           You grinned. “Well I guess I’m glad it was you.”

           Namjoon glanced your way and you two locked eyes. He smiled.

           "I’m glad it was you too.“

           You two ended up catching up the rest of the day. You told him about your university and any stories of back home that you could recall. He showed you pictures on his phone of his travels and where he would like to go next. It wasn’t until the sun set and you two were covered in the dim darkness of the room that you two realized how late it was.

           "Oh wow. It’s this late now, huh?” Namjoon exhaled.

           "Stay over.“ You blurted out in the darkness.

           You could feel his warmth beside you on the couch. Progressively, your bodies had been inching closer and closer as the conversation continued, until your shoulders were touching.

           "Sure.” he answered lightly. “If you don’t mind me.”

           "I don’t mind at all.“ You smiled. "Let me go turn on the light.”

           "Sure. Be careful.“

           "Oh…before I do.” Your heart was beating wildly. The thought had been pestering you since Namjoon had confirmed that he was Mon. The more you thought about it, the more you wanted to spill your idea, but the sheer shame of him rejecting it created fear inside you.

           "What’s on your mind?“ Namjoon reached out, trying to feel out for your face.

           When he found it, your hand covered his warmly.

           "Can you…teach me?” You finally stated.

           "Teach you what?“

           "How to be good…in um…bed…and romance…dating in general.” You mumbled, but in the silence, it felt like you were screaming.

           "What?“

           "Cause I’d really like to learn! And well, I think logically, hands-on experience is usually best so…” You swallowed worriedly.

           Suddenly, you felt another hand cup your cheek and slowly, you felt yourself being pulled forward until your lips finally made contact with his. Your body was electrified and he kissed you fervently, enough to take your breath away.

           When you were younger, you had envisioned kissing Namjoon countless of times, but reality defied all your daydreams. His lips were soft and plush, gentle and rough alternatively. And the fact that when you opened your eyes, you weren’t staring at your ceiling or your pillows like before, but at the man himself, made it all the more fantastic. The kissing grew to be more heated, so much so that you were now pushed down on your back on your couch. Namjoon was hovering over you, never disconnecting your lips. Not until, he finally answered you with his breath ghosting over your ignited face.

           "I’ll teach you.“  


           When the new week rolled by, you returned to work and found yourself spending time training Jungkook for most of the days. It was definitely nice having company in your cubicle and splitting the work between each other. Things got done faster, plus once he got into a rhythm with his paperwork, he would hum a tune angelically. It was a nice change of pace to the silence you were always in. And soon, you brought in your own earphones too.

           "Um uh…” Jungkook hesitated as he stood behind you, trying to figure out how to get your attention. He stiffly and cautiously moved his index finger closer to your shoulder then immediately pulled back before he could touch you. With a deep breath, he tried his other hand but he still couldn’t bring himself to tap your shoulder.

           "Y/N. Jungkook!“ Jimin appeared and Jungkook immediately stumbled away from you, flustered.

           Jimin raised an eyebrow at him and you pulled your earphones out curiously.

           "Yes, Mr. Park?”

           "We’re staying overtime today so can you two pick up coffees from the cafe for me, Silver, and Hoseok. Oh, and get yourselves something too.“ Jimin handed you his card. "Oh and grab some pastries and take out while you’re out.”

           "Sure thing.“ You grabbed the card then turned to Jungkook who was still pinned to the counter nervously. "You okay?”

           He nodded. “Y-yeah…”

           "Have fun!“ Jimin winked and disappeared.

           "Did you drive or did your father’s men drive you?”

           "I drove, but I don’t want to take my car out…it’s in one of those tiny spots. It was a pain to park.“ he huffed.

           You laughed and threw him your car keys. Reflexively, he caught it with one hand, which impressed you.

           "You drive my car then. I’m feeling a bit sleepy so it’d be unsafe. Plus you know all about traffic laws and such, who knows if you’ll arrest me for speeding while I’m in the car with you.” You rambled.

           Jungkook snorted. “I’m off duty.”

           "Still a cop.“ You shrugged. "Let’s go.”

           You two hopped into your car and drove to the cafe down the street.

           "So is your unit okay with you working a different job all of a sudden?“ You questioned. You had been curious about Jungkook for awhile now since his whole situation was unique. You often wondered how he ended up being a cop when he was a company’s heir. It seemed illogical.

           "Yeah, it’s happened often since my dad’s been trying to pressure me to get into business. Plus everyone knows my background at the police academy. Everyone needs to go through a scrutinizing background check before being accepted. Can’t have past criminals being the police force.” He replied.

           "And why did you want to be a cop instead of inheriting the company?“

           "Mm…no offense, but I don’t find an office job very exciting. I’m someone who’s very physical and likes moving my body. I love doing extreme sports and challenging myself physically. It’s what excites me, and I don’t want to be bound to a desk, staring at numbers for more than half my day. It’s my life so I want to do something that makes me happy. Something that makes me enjoy waking up early and staying up at night. Being a cop is that for me.”

           You smiled at him warmly and he stepped away, a bit creeped out.

           "What? Why’re you smiling like that?“

           "No. I just didn’t think you had a sentimental and deep side.” You shrugged.

           He rolled his eyes. “You need to get over that ticket I gave you.”

           "I’m over the ticket, but your harsh words, I will probably never get over.“

           Jungkook sighed.

           "I heard you two are working together now.” The Receptionist handed them their orders. “Must be nice. I wish I worked with my close friends.”

           "You could always join the company, Noona. I’m sure hyung can pull some strings.“ Jungkook grinned.

           "No thanks. I already have one desk job, I don’t need another one.”

           "See, you understand me Noona.“

           "Oh Y/N. Joon’s over there reading if you wanted to go say hi.” The Receptionist pointed out.

           Immediately, you perked up and turned around. Sure enough, Namjoon was sitting by the window, calmly reading a book with a serious expression. Hurriedly, you scurried over to him and tapped his shoulder.

           "Oppa.“

           Namjoon glanced up and grinned widely, exposing his dimples. "Y/N.”

           He studied your outfit curiously. “You look pretty. Are you working?”

           You blushed and nodded. “Yeah.”

           Jungkook appeared beside you.

           "Oh Namjoon, this is the other intern Jungkook. Jungkook, Namjoon. He’s a family friend.“

           Jungkook bowed. "Nice to meet you. And you have really strong looking thighs.”

           You and Namjoon blinked then giggled at his comment. Jungkook blushed shyly.

           "Thanks Jungkook. You’re pretty built yourself.“

           Jungkook smiled.


           "And so they’ve met in real life now too.” the Receptionist hummed as she watched the scene in front of her. “Mon, Nochu, and the client they’re sharing. Mon knows the client from the past. Nochu and the client work together, but Nochu doesn’t know Mon is Mon. Do Nochu and Mon know each other? Does the client know their identities? I wonder…”

           She grinned widely to herself.

           "Ahh this is so exciting! I can’t believe this is happening. It’s mind blowing! Too bad I can’t tell Jimin.“


           You watched in awe as Jungkook threw his arm behind your chair to reverse out of the parking spot. His dress shirt pressed against his defined chest and his face was handsomely concentrated.

           "So that guy is just your family friend?” he questioned once he got back on the road, pulling you out of your stare.

           "Uh yea.“

           "Like what you’re seeing?” Jungkook smirked. “You were staring at me before.”

           You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “Just focus on driving. You’re so weird.”

           "I’m weird? You couldn’t appeal against the ticket by acting cute but when you approached this Namjoon guy you were full of cuteness and flirty-ness.“

           "Was I?” You blinked.

           "You didn’t know? Your voice got all high pitched like a dolphin shriek.“ Jungkook mimicked you. "And you were batting your eyes like you had something in them.”

           You huffed. “I was not!”

           He snorted. “Oh please. Like you could see yourself. Take my word for it. Your crush on him is so obvious.”

           "It was an old crush. I haven’t seen him in years.“ You stared out your window.

           "Well you could use this time to rekindle that flame.” Jungkook teased.

           "Sadly, there was no flame in the past to rekindle.“

           "Well, starting fresh is always good too.”

           You eyed Jungkook. “You haven’t dated a lot either, have you?”

           Jungkook tensed, “Wh-what? Of course I have! I mean look at me! I’m handsome!”

           "Nope, guess you haven’t.“ You shrugged.  

           "I’ve had plenty of girlfriends for your information. Girls lined up at my locker back in school and my whole desk was always filled with gifts. I’d have dates lined up every day of the week.”

           You stared at him skeptically. “Then why do you freak out whenever I touch you?”

           "I do not–“

           You covered his hand with yours. Hurriedly, he swerved to the side of the road in panic.

           "Don’t DO that!”

           "Do you have a phobia of girls? Or is it just me?“ You raised an eyebrow.

           "Neither! I’m fine!” Jungkook bellowed.

           "But I’ve seen you pin yourself against the wall when a female employee walks by you, and duck your head down when females approach the cubicle to ask me questions. Tell me what your problem is.“

           "I don’t have a problem! I know women like the back of my hand. I can get someone off in less than 5 minutes.”

           You stared at him intently.

           "What?“ He furrowed his brows.

            "You know, I’ve been wondering this for some time…”

           "Hm?“

           "If I say, 'Nochu’…what do you think?”

           Jungkook’s eyes widened and his eyeballs whizzed around anxiously. “Wh-what?”

           "Let me ask you straightly then. Are you Nochu?“

           Jungkook’s eyes threatened to fall out of its sockets as he stared at you in shock. "Why…?”

           You exhaled, seeing that his answer confirmed your suspicions, and opened the front compartment of your car. You took out your signature mask and pulled it over your face, observing the way his face contorted to one of horror and astonishment when you did.

           "Cause we know each other a lot better than we thought.“

           Jungkook unbuckled his seatbelt hurriedly. "Excuse me. I have to go run away from you and probably jump into the deepest hole on Earth.”

           You grabbed his shirt to pull him back into his seat, and leaned your face close to his.

           "I have a proposition for you, Nochu.“

           He winced at the nickname being used without his mask present.

           "What’s the proposition?” he exhaled.

           "I want to learn about dating. That Namjoon guy, right now we’re in some kind of mentor-student relationship, but for some reason, I want him to take me seriously and actually consider dating me. Since you’re having an awkward time around girls without the mask, and I never know how to properly appeal and flirt with guys, we can help each other. What do you think? It’s beneficial for both parties, don’t you think?“

           "Are you suggesting a merger with mutual benefits and co-ownership?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow.

           "Yes. Shall we create a contract?“ You smirked, going along with his banter.

           "I’ll…I’ll think about it. It’s a bit overwhelming to find out someone I work with…well I’ve done things with you…”

           You released your grip on him and chuckled. “It doesn’t bother me since it’s your job, and I was curious myself. It was a good transaction.”

            “Wait…you knew it was me…so does that mean you like me?” Jungkook blinked at you curiously.

           You glanced back at him blankly, “Well other than whatever I’m feeling for Namjoon, I can’t say that I’m exactly sure what it means to like someone…but I figured you fascinated me from the beginning.”

           You two stared at each other intently.

           "Well, I don’t know if you’ll be a cure to my nerves, but I guess we’ll never know unless we try.“ Jungkook exhaled. "It’s getting a bit embarrassing that I can work my way around a woman in bed, but not in any other way.”

           You smiled and patted his shoulder. “We’ll get through this together, Nochu.”

           Jungkook glared at you, “Don’t call me that outside of the Club.”

           You grinned teasingly. “But it’s okay if we’re alone right?”

           Jungkook rolled his eyes and started the car again. “I can’t believe I agreed to pretend date you.”

           "Think of it as a beneficial learning experience! A training module of sorts.“

           He shook his head and merged back on the road.

           "Just don’t go falling in love with me.” You chuckled.

           "As if.“ Jungkook rolled his eyes.  


           Later that day, Jungkook changed into his host outfit and snugly pulled his gold mask over his face. For some reason, your proposition made his heart feel lighter. The fact that you accepted his strange behaviors around women, and the fact that you too struggled with similar issues; he felt like a burden had been lifted from him. He wasn’t sure if it was the solution to his problems, but it definitely was better than doing nothing. Spending time with a female might ease his anxiety around others, and besides, other than the Receptionist, you were the only other woman he talked to frequently. Maybe it wasn’t so bad. Although he felt himself heat up, remembering that it was you who had given him his first blowjob ever.

           "Oh my god.” he crouched down and covered his face, embarrassed.

           "Oh! Mon!“

           Jungkook’s head whipped up at the sound of that name. This Mon had eluded him every single time. The man who had taken one of his clients away from him, he wanted to see exactly what he looked like with his own eyes. Jungkook rushed from the back towards the Receptionist’s desk. Panting, he finally came face to face with a tall, lean man in a deep purple mask.

           Okay, he was attractive.

           But his presence irked him the more he thought about how he had to share one of his customers with this mysterious person, who incidentally got perks and benefits for no reason. He felt like his title as the Golden Host and as one of the best hosts in the Club was being threatened.

           "Does your mask have this chip now?” the Receptionist questioned.

           "Mhm.“ Mon grinned.

           "Yah.” Jungkook curtly spoke, garnering attention from both of them. “Are you Mon?”

           "Nochu…“ the Receptionist frowned.

           "Yes, I am. How can I help you?” Mon stood up straighter and spoke refinedly.

           Jungkook faltered a little, but kept his proud stance.

           "Who do you think you are? Waltzing in here like you own the place? You think you can just take and give customers as you please? You’re not even on the roster or anything. What gives you the right to take being a host so lightly?“

           Mon chuckled and glanced at the Receptionist, then back at Nochu, "Kid, I do own this place.”

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PART 4