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How Sony deals with fandoms

I’ve been to an international in-house PR summit hosted by one of my clients this week and nearly fell off my chair when one of the guest speakers was a VERY important person from Sony Music Entertainment. Let’s call him John. I won’t disclose his function and real name because I don’t want to reveal where I was, but based on his title he definitely knows what he‘s saying and has a lot of industry experience.

His speech was mainly  about how to engage with a variety of different target audiences. Of bloody course one of the first slides he showed was a picture of 1D engaging with fans which was supposed to drive the point home that there are some audiences who are more passionate about a brand than others.He mentioned then that he’s worked with 1D on their albums which drove me into a bit of a freeze.

Because I’m embarrassing, I recorded parts of his speech on my phone and wrote the most important things down to share some interesting insights he gave about how Sony manages their artists’ target audiences, crafts their artists’ social media actions and deals with the fact that at the end of the day they always need to get people to buy music.

 

HOW DOES SONY UNDERSTAND AND MONITOR AUDIENCES (like fandoms for instance)?

According to John, they have their very own data-driven digital tool that helps them identify and manage different target groups for an artist (it’s not perfected yet but has been rolled out a lot of countries, I think he said 50?) and see where there might be connections to other artists, who the influencers are, what the specific target groups are or will be interested in and to identify collaboration opportunities.

Target groups are being split into four categories: Fanatics, enthusiasts, casuals, indifferents. These segments are being broken down into even smaller groups defined by age, genre preference, gender and country. They found that the older you get, the less likely you’ll be a fanatic or enthusiast.

How does Sony find this stuff out? Well, they survey polled music audiences of every age in a way that covers either nationally representatives or represent one of the major top tier cities. People shared their music preferences, consumption habits, lifestyle, media habits etc. Sony gathered all that information, analysed the insights and created their own audience understanding tool.

According to John, that way everyone at Sony has access to an interactive map of the world of Sony that looks into segmentations and audiences for every artist while being searchable in a number of different ways. The tool is pulling from real data, but they are also adding to that „with things like analytics of platforms like Spotify where we are able to gather lots of informations about user behaviours and reference that against things that we do“.

 

HOW SONY STRATEGICALLY SHAPES PR STORIES

John gave the example of Snoop Doggy Dog who had launched a new album (song? Idk) around that time: „There was a week-long debate in parliament around the legalization of Marihuana, so we just jumped on this conversation and did lots of social marketing around Snoop with his rolling papers and his spliffs… so maybe that’s bad taste, I’ll allow you to judge that for yourselves. The point is though that you are also marketing into a wider cultural context. [You need] an understanding how that works and where you can have a conversation that is seamless and not fake, genuineness is quite important.

“The way you can get people to connect is: You’ve got a lot of stuff that you want to say. Start under the assumption that people actually don’t give a shit about 95 percent of it. And then see which are the bits that might overlap. This is where the understanding of the audience really comes into its own. It forces us to think before we jump to execution. The quest for relevance is vitally important.”

Why are people to connect with a brand/band though? John thinks this is one of the most underused questions when planning an approach. Why is it that they do specific things? He gave an example: „We would normally take a record to radio because we always believe that radio is the thing that breaks the record. But if my core audience, my phase one audience – the people that are gonna give that band its first lift – are on Spotify, what am I doing on radio??“


ENGAGEMENT AROUND ARTIST IS KEY

„The thing is that you don’t start with a conversation around a product. The consumption of the product is the end point of a journey where you built an engagement and a fan. So again, for us that means that when we sit down and do our plan around our next Robbie Williams album, we start with „How are we gonna maximize the engagement around Robbie Williams“? because that will then sell us albums. Not „Okay, we’ll be releasing in a week in November, eight weeks out we need to be here, here and here“. So we’re not doing product launches anymore unless [it is suitable for the target demographic]. We have to built a tension and an engagement around an artist.“

 

ABOUT THEIR ARTISTS‘ SOCIAL MEDIA CHANNELS

„We run most of our artists social media channels or at least their official  pages, so we are involved in all of those conversations.“


Shocking, I know.

Based on the situation we face in this fandom,with this band, feel free to draw your own conclusions about what this information means.

HERE ARE MY KEY TAKEAWAYS:

1.       It’s not news at all, but the existence of their own audience understandig tool confirms it: the 1D fandom is being monitored, segmented and analyzed. Sony’s strategies are tightly tied to that fact. Collaborations or artist interactions such as Louis/James Arthur or One Direction/ Little Mix are most likely the result of a data-driven analysis of whose fan groups are similar and whose are likely to be open towards that particular other artist too.

2.       Again no news, but the example of Snoop Doggy Dog shows that there are strategies behind even the most random photos. Often placements of specific pictures or stories serve a wider purpose. Hello pap walks, hello b**ygate, hello Louis Twitter, hello Liam visibly being linked to L.A.‘s cool singer/songwriter crowd before his first album drop.  

3.       The decision to not promote Louis‘ song could very well have been a logical outcome of the team asking themselves the question „Why?“: Why should we promote his song with huge effort when we KNOW his own fans are going to do it passionately, especially if they think  we don’t give a shit? Why not playing that game in order to make them promo it the hardest way they can?“ Why indeed??

4.       One Direction is a huge deal for Sony. John was talking about a lot of bands during his speech but whenever he was talking about major acts, he always listed One Direction amongst them (along with gems like Beyonce, David Bowie, Adele). He name-dropped them at least 5 -6 times in a 60 minute speech. He really didn’t have to because the audience was in no way whatsoever a target audience. So yes, they clearly have been and are a very huge deal for them.

5.       The part about social media? Well :))))))

prince in training

~3k, rated T

Sterek ficlet inspired by this: “i grew up not knowing i was royal and now i guess i’m heir to a throne and you’re the guy who’s supposed to be teaching me how to be royal bc i suck at it and oops we made out” au

This is kind of Princess-Diaries-ish. I know that’s been done before in this fandom (and thank god it has—it’s awesome), but I couldn’t help myself. Yay for self-indulgence!

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Stiles thought the most annoying thing about suddenly being a royal heir to a small eastern European kingdom he’s never heard of would be the hyper-aggressive paparazzi, but he was dead wrong.

The most annoying thing is actually Derek Hale, the guy Stiles’ grandmother hired to teach Stiles how not to screw this up.

“Princes don’t chew with their mouths open, Stiles.”

“Princes don’t shove an entire fistful of curly fries in their mouths, Stiles.”

“Princes don’t wear pink-and-green plaid shirts from Target, Stiles.”

“Princes don’t slouch.”

They don’t slump, either, or yawn or sneeze or cough in public, or fist-pump, or drive beat-up old blue Jeeps, or wear bright colors, or rock out to the radio, or do anything fun.

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Overwatch fic: The catdads and that time they met up with McCree after the Fall.

Remember when I said I was writing this, a year and a day ago?  No warnings.  The cut is just for length.
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Jesse’s clients showed him the documentation on his targets before he took the job, and it’s pretty clear he’s after a real pair of desperadoes.  These two have left a trail of bodies, theft, and occasional devastation in their wake from one hemisphere to the other, and he reckons it’s about time someone put a stop to it.

When they nail him in an ambush, he realizes that someone’ll have to be someone else.

His arms get pinned from behind by a grip that feels like a bear’s, claws and all.  The other one drops down in front of him from an awning three stories up and then uncoils from his crouch like he’s made of shock absorbers.  “Jesse McCree,” that one says in a low growl of a voice.  Grand, being recognized always goes so well for him. “You look like a werewolf, kid.”

The man holding him laughs.  It sounds beyond rough, almost inhuman, and kinda smug.  Jesse knows it well.  He’s heard that insult more than a few times, too.

“Well, damn,” he says faintly as the shock sets in.  

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Stylist Noona || M

Genre: Fluff, Smut (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Summary: You were assigned to be a stylist for BTS, a group you didn’t care too much about. Knowing the job would be stressful, you bravely walked into those doors. Little did you know, you’d be breaking some rules. Why is this Jungkook so handsome? And why is he knocking on your window that’s on the second floor!?

A/N: I originally posted this on my instagram account @ dreamingofopppa, and I wanted to share it with y’all thirsty tumblr hoes  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

You took a deep breath as you stood in front of a door. You whispered encouraging words to yourself. You-a 21 year old woman who was confident and determined, was having a breakdown. What if you really couldn’t do it after all? Maybe you should just throw all those years of cosmetology down the drain and become a stripper?

“Snap out of it (Y/n)… it’s just a bunch of boys… you can do this.” You sighed and walked in the room. What you saw was a decent sized room, filled with clothe racks and chairs. There was a large counter and mirror space with tons of makeup.

“Oh! She’s here!” A very familiar feminine voice spoke loudly as she ran to you. A stylist with many years of experience hugged you tightly. “This is her! (Y/n), we’re happy to have you on the team!” She grabbed your hand and squeezed it.

You could help but laugh a bit. “Oh Chae it’s not that big of a deal…” you smiled at her. You knew her from cosmetic school. She was your teacher, and somehow years later she became your uncles wife.

“Are you crazy? Of course it’s a big deal!” She lead you towards the mirrors, and stopped you in front of a group of boys. THE group of boys to clarify. These are the boys you will be working with for the next long while. That is, if you don’t mess it all up and get fired because of your clumsy habits.

“Oh-geez…” you felt a little shy, and you looked at your feet. You hesitantly looked at the boys, smiling the sweetest smile you could manage. You could feel yourself turning red. You weren’t used to so much attention at once. All eyes were on you and you didn’t exactly feel comfortable.

One by one the boys introduced themselves. You knew who they were, but you weren’t super crazy about them. But in all honesty, they were all drop dead gorgeous. And in the least creepy way, you could wait to touch their faces.

Next came the introductions of the crew members. They all seemed like fairly decent people, and your biggest fear faded away-disapproval. You were so afraid of being an outcast reject.

“(Y/n), if you have any questions ask any of us ok?” Chae ruffled your beautiful hair, making you giggled and slap her hand away.

“Chae..!” You ran your fingers through your hair to fix it quickly.

“Ok everyone! We have a photo shoot in 2 hours, let’s get this party started!” Chae yelled out to encourage the other crew members. And the boys, well they were either sleeping, staring at you, or playing a game on their phone.

You tried not to let the staring bother you. You knew after a day or two of seeing you, you’d just become another one of their stylists. Nothing new, nothing special.

“(Y/n)? Why don’t you start with Jungkook.” Chae pointed to the maknae who was staring at you with big eyes and parted lips. Once you looked at him, he quickly looked away and tapped his foot on the ground, whistling which made it more awkward and suspicious.

You hesitantly walked towards the boy who was not much younger than you and stood in front of him. You smiled at him and held your hand out to him. “You don’t mind if I start with you, do you?” You held your other arm behind your back. You were super nervous but you were good about hiding it.

He looked at you like a lost puppy. An adorable one, at that. He shook his head and set his phone on the counter. “No, I don’t mind.” His voice was smooth, and very appealing to your ears. He grabbed your hand and hesitantly shook it. You made it firm, surprising him; but he was impressed nontheless. You turned your back towards him, setting your stuff on the counter.

Once you turned back towards him, he was looking up at the ceiling, and his cheeks were pink. You took in a deep breath and tried to figure out a position that wouldn’t be awkward for either of you. You stood by his side and gently put a hand on his warm cheek.

“Close your eyes for me.” You spoke gently. His eyes fell shut, and you worked your magic. You tried not to get too close so he wouldn’t hear your heart beat. You were surrounded by cute boys AND it was your first day on your dream job, it’s kind of a big deal.

You moved from his foundation, to his eyeliner, to his lips. It was nerve wrecking to you though. It was like you were about to touch a sacred place. You hesitantly dotted the lip tint wand over his bottom lip, and you felt like you were gonna have a heart attack. Your heart jumped when you blended it into his lip with your finger.

Finally your torturous work was over, and you made him sit up to look at himself in the mirror. “Did… I do ok?” You were nervous to ask. He looked at himself in the mirror then looked at you.

“It looks perfect, thank you Noona.” He said with a smile. You could tell he was just as awkward as you, which made you feel a little better. You sighed in relief and nervously laughed.

“Oh good. Ah, but, just call me (Y/n). Noona makes me feel old.” You said with a soft laugh. “Now stay sitting up, I’m gonna do your hair.” You ran your fingers through his hair that was amazingly soft. Halfway through his hairdo, you noticed he was playing a game on his phone. Piano tiles 2. It was one of your favorites. To make it less awkward between you two, you scoffed loud enough for him to hear you. “I can beat that score easily.” You said with a cute smile on your face.

He looked at you through the mirror and puckered his lips as he thought. “I’m just… warming up my thumbs. That’s all.” He cleared his throat before starting a new round. You scrunched your nose and giggled softly, continuing on his hair.

He stood up when you finished, and his height surprised you. He was tall. Not too much taller than you, but taller than you expected. You looked up to him and smiled. “Do you want me to change anything?” You asked while examining his facial expressions for the truth.

“No. You did a good job.” He smiled and held a hand up to you. You smiled back big and high-fived him.

“Good luck Jungkookie.” You said while waving to him as he walked out. This job might be more fun than you expected.

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“(Y/n)? Would you mind taking these to the storage room?” Chae stacked clothes in your arms.

“Sure no problem-oh…” you struggled as she continued to stack heavy clothing items. You’ve been working here for a week, and the most you’ve done is run errands and bring things back and forth between rooms.

“Thanks sweetie!” Chae yelled as she watched you walk out. You struggled to see past the massive pile of clothing. Sleeves from sweaters dangled down and nearly tripped you. You were getting irritated and huffy during the long journey to the storage room.

You couldn’t see what was in front of you, and ran into a couple walls, as well as a couple people that you felt apologetic toward. “Where…” you looked to your side, and boom! Crashed into another wall! You fell back onto your butt and gripped onto the clothes tighter.You closed your eyes tightly and held your breath in hope to lessen the pain in your bum. “Owwyyy…” you whined softly. 

You were planning on sitting there for a little bit to process your life choices, but strong arms hooked under your arms and lifted you up. You squeaked softly in surprise and let the clothes drop to the floor.Standing on your feet once more, you tilted your head back to see who it was that was kind enough to help you. It was the cute Maknae whom you’ve grown quite fond of.

“O-oh, Jungkookie.” You turned around to face him quickly, but that awful luck of yours did you no justice. You stepped on a jacket sleeve and slipped. “Woah~!” You closed your eyes tightly once more, but when you fell it was gentle. You opened your eyes to see a very brave Jungkook hugging your body. He took the harsh end of the landing.

When you processed what had happened, you quickly sat up with a gasp of realization. You reached towards Jungkook and helped him sit up. He made a groaning sound, indicating he was in pain.

“Oh my gosh Jungkook I’m so sorry are you ok?” You asked in a worried tone. He hissed when you grabbed his shoulder, and you immediately jerked your hand back. “Oh no…” you felt so guilty.

“I’m ok.” He said with a gentle smile. The look in his eyes though, said otherwise. You shook your head no and sighed.

“Gosh I’m such a clumsy idiot.” You said with a heavy sigh and hit yourself in the head gently. You stood up and gently helped him stand. “Come on,” you grabbed the hand on his opposite arm and dragged him towards the dressing room.

“What about the clothes?” Jungkook asked while gently squeezing your hand.

“Those can wait. Your health is more important.” You said in a panicked tone. If you injured him it could ruin his career, and it would DEFINITELY ruin yours!

You opened the door to the dressing room, and everyone was gone. It was everyone’s lunch break, but you didn’t mind missing out. You sat Jungkook in the chair and sighed softly.

“Stay here.” You turned to your navy blue duffel bag and dug through it. It was a never ending mess of things, and it irritated you how you could never find stuff. “Ah here.” You pulled a a little slip out of a packet.

“What is that?” Jungkook asked curiously as he watched you closely.

“They’re patches that will help you stop hurting. Smell.” You stuck it by his nose and he hesitantly smelled it while staring in your eyes. “Smells good right?” You smiled and peeled off the paper from the sticky part. “Take… uh…” you blushed softly. “Take your jacket off.” You chewed on your lip nervously.When he started to take his jacket off, you closed your innocent eyes tightly, making him inaudibly chuckle. 

“I’m done.” He said as a cue for you to open your eyes. You hesitantly opened one eye, then opened the other when you confirmed it was safe.You reached towards his shoulder and slowly slid his sleeve down, the smirk on his face making your blush intensify. 

“Oh…” your heart dropped when you saw a large bruise forming on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry Jungkookie…” you gently put the patch over his bruise and looked in his eyes. He tried to act all tough and mighty but you could see he was in pain.You sat down in a chair next to him and fixed his sleeve. He watched your hands carefully, then examined your face. 

“Noona, don’t look so sad.” You tapped his knee quickly and huffed.

“Don’t call me that!” You puffed your cheeks up, giving attitude to show your hatred towards that title. He laughed softly and shook his head.

“You’re right, you kinda act like a kid. You sure you’re older than me?” He teased you, finding the joy in watching you squirm and blush. You playfully slapped his arm, then realized it was a bad decision when he hissed in pain.

“Oh! I’m sorry!” You stood up and bowed to him, your heart racing from the amount of panic you’ve been facing. He just chuckled at you again.

“I’m a tough guy. It’ll be fine.” He said in a reassuring, gentle tone. He started to bring his hand up, but he hesitated. Then suddenly, his hand landed on top of your head, and he moved it back and forth to ruffle your hair.

“Ah-Jungkook!” You stood up and fixed your hair with a pouty face. He laughed at you, putting a hand on his stomach and tipping his head back. It was kind of relieving to watch him laugh in front of you. One, it was the cutest thing on this planet; and two, it meant he was more comfortable around you. Maybe all the embarrassing yourself for him and making jokes was paying off.

“(Y/n).” He corrected himself and looked in your eyes, keeping a killer smile on his face. “Thank you.” He said sincerely, making your heart skip a beat.

“You’re… you’re welcome.” You smiled sweetly and looked down at your toes as you fidgeted a little. You’re being pulled in by this handsome boy, whom you aren’t allowed to have a relationship with. Life. Is. Great.

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After a month on the job, you were comfortable. You felt like you really fit in with everyone. The boys treated you like family, and the crew members were so nice towards you. But there was one problem. What was it? The maknae was slowly drifting away from you. A week ago he was really reluctant about you doing his makeup. He wouldn’t let you look at him up close!

Yesterday he went to the bathroom and waited to come back when you were busy doing Yoongi’s makeup. He had someone else do his makeup, and he didn’t seem to be awkward about it at all. You tried not to let it bother you. It’s just work… it’s just work…

Today, you got there early. You set up your station before everyone else and decided to sleep a little on a chair. You were woken up but a makeup brush tickling your face. You twitched your nose and whined as you opened your eyes. “Chae…” you grumbled and sat up straight.

“Rise and shine, the boys will be here any second!” She laughed and ruffled your hair-a daily routine for her. You huffed and fixed your hair before standing up. You stood there and watched as the boys come in. Taehyung, Hoseok, Seokjin, Jimin, Yoongi, Namjoon… Jungkook?? You looked around the room once, then back at the door.

“Where… where is Jungkook?” You asked yourself and chewed on your lip. You waited a few minutes, hoping for him to walk through that door. But of course, no Jungkook was to be seen. You worked on Yoongi’s makeup and hair, and then things got chaotic. “Ah! Namjoon don’t touch that! That’s expensive!” You quickly grabbed a makeup palette from his hand and sighed in relief. Over time you came to realize he was truly a destruction monster. But, he was very funny and a great conversationist. Not to mention, he was very handsome. “Taehyungie! That’s hot be careful!”

You grabbed a straightening iron from Taehyung’s hand so he wouldn’t burn himself. And unfortunately for you, you gave up your beautiful skin for his. You grabbed the hot end and set it down, trying not to make a scene. You hissed softly and looked at your poor hand, knowing there’d be a definite scar.

“(Y/n)! Are you ok?” Taehyung was worried, being the only one to witness it.

“Yeah, I’m ok Tae.” You closed your fist so he couldn’t see the burn.

“10 minutes! Get your butts out there boys!” Chae yelled, and immediately they ran out. Taehyung bowed to apologize to you before quickly leaving. You sighed heavily and looked at your hand. “(Y/n)? Where’s Jungkook?” Chae asked you. You shrugged in response.

“I’ll wait in here in case he comes.” You said, hiding your hand behind your back.

“Alright… if he shows up call me.” She held up a threatening flip flop before walking out. You sighed softly and looked through your bag, pulling out a wrap and ointment. You carried it around since you often burned yourself. But this burn was a little worse than usual.You finished wrapping your hand and sat there, staring at the floor. You tapped your feet impatiently, and when you heard the door you stood up quickly. 

“Jungkook!” You sighed softly out of relief and irritation. “Where have you been?!” You scolded him as he walked towards his usual chair. He sat down and hesitantly spoke.

“Can… can Jihyun do my makeup..?” He asked quietly while looking at the floor. It hurt your feelings honestly, but you didn’t care at the moment.

“There’s no time! I’ll be quick. I promise.” You grabbed your foundation brush and stood in front of him, eyebrows furrowed. “Look I’m sorry you don’t like me for whatever reason but there’s no time.” You spat out what was on your mind and reached towards his face. He looked down and covered the side of his face with his hand.

You were shocked at his action. You were kind of getting pissed off. You grabbed his hand and moved it. He sighed in irritation and looked to the side, showing off his imperfect skin. Your eyes softened when you realized he wasn’t hiding from you because he hated you. His eyes showed fear and embarrassment.

“Jungkookie… are you embarrassed about your acne?” You asked with a soft expression. He just shrugged a bit and turn his head down again. You sighed softly and lifted his head, smiling. “It’s totally normal… and personally, I think it’s attractive.” You said flat out. Maybe you were a little too blunt, but it had to be said. He couldn’t just go around thinking it was an ugly thing that should be hidden.“Is this why you’ve been ignoring me?” You asked and look at him with sad eyes. 

Jungkook just chuckled softly in response and looked in your eyes. Your heart stopped, and your cheeks turned red. You stuttered a bit and dropped your makeup brush.

“Oh gosh.” You got on your knees in front of him to pick it up. Before you could pick it up, Jungkook grabbed your hand, making you hiss in pain. “Owowow…” you bit your lip and watched him.

“What happened?” He examined your wrapped hand. You pursed your lip and looked down, embarrassed.

“I saved your dumb friend from burning himself.” You said grumpily. You had nothing against Taehyung. In fact, you adored him. But the way you said it made it sound less dumb on your side, and more dumb on his side; therefore, less embarrassment for you.

Jungkook sighed softly and kissed your palm suddenly, making you tense up. You fell on your butt, your face red with shock and embarrassment.

“Jungkook..!” You held your hand to your chest. He just chuckled at your reaction and grabbed your arms. He pulled you up on your feet, then grabbed the back of your thigh. He pulled your leg forward, forcing you to sit on his lap.

You thought your heart was going to explode. You didn’t know how to react. You kinda just, had to let it happen. Jungkook kept his strong grip on your thigh and used his other hand to grab your jaw. You placed your hands on his shoulders, mentally unprepared for whatever he had planned. He looked in your eyes, and you admired how handsome he was.

“There’s a rule… no dating between the idol and the stylists…” Jungkook said quietly as he traced his finger along your jawline, and down your neck slowly and gently. “But I think… that rule is complete bullshit.” He said flat out, kissing you right after.

You couldn’t help it. You kissed back and regretfully, you enjoyed it. You knew you were falling for him from the start but you also knew it was unacceptable. You pulled away and tried standing.

“Jungkook we can’t do this.” Your breath was shaky. Jungkook tightened his grip and looked at you with a serious expression. Fuck he was so handsome. You shyly looked down and played with the hem of his shirt. You whined and rested your head in his shoulder. “I hate this stupid rule.” You said in a whiny tone. Jungkook wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head.

“Let’s break some rules.” He said in a quiet voice. You thought about what he said. It was dangerous-very risky. You sighed and sat up again.

“Promise me you won’t ignore me again. You can’t hide from me.” You gripped at his shirt. He smiled and nodded.

“Deal.” He chuckled softly and looked in your eyes.

“Then… then I guess I’ll allow it…” you shrugged and puffed your bottom lip out, avoiding eye contact. You gasped softly. “Oh my gosh, I have to get you ready.” You stood quickly and got all your makeup sorted out. Jungkook watched you while biting his lip to try and stop himself from smiling.

“(Y/n)… can I call you baby?” He asked, suddenly making you choke. You looked at him, opening your thing of foundation.“Wha..? I… uhm…” you looked down and concentrated on makeup. You stepped towards him and he closed his eyes, letting you put makeup on him. “You can if you make sure you don’t let it slip around the others.” You answered him with a growing smile.

“Ok baby…” he replied with the cutest bunny smile. You felt all flustered and giggly. You worked on his makeup and tickled his nose with the makeup brush a couple times, just to hear him laugh.

“Oh my gosh you’re so late. Hurry and go out there.” You finished up with his hair. “I’ll make up an excuse for you. So hurry.” You started think if stories to come up with.

“Kiss.” He stood up and faced you.

“Huh?” You looked at him with big eyes.

“I want a good luck kiss.” He said nonchalantly. He leaned down to your height and closed his eyes, puckering his lips. You looked at his lips, then his eyes, and back to his lips. You quickly pecked his lips, not entirely used to the romantic atmosphere. He smirked and pinched your cheek gently. “Amateur,” he teased before kissing you again, longer and deeper this time. He pulled away and ran out to their meet-up place.

Immediately he was scolded, but you, being the hero that you were, came out with a story to protect him. “He got sick and he was throwing up. He already doesn’t feel that great, so please don’t lecture him.” You lied flawlessly, making the director sigh in defeat.

“Let’s go boys…” he grumbled and walked ahead of them to the door. Jungkook winked at you with a gentle smile and mouthed the words, ‘thank you.’ You just nodded and smiled in response, and waved bye to him.You stood there and replayed the recent events in your mind over and over again. Each time, you felt more lightheaded and giggly. You couldn’t believe the guy who snatched you from the start was actually yours now.

——–

Laughter erupted from your throat for the millionth time tonight. When you started working with Bangtan, you slowly began to watch their older videos and stuff to learn more about them and what they do. And tonight you were watching their Gayo episodes. Jungkook was just so cute and funny, you couldn’t help but squeal.

Eventually you started to get bored. You wanted to actually see him in person. You got needy. You wanted his attention; his love, his touch, and his sweet kisses.

You laid on your bed on your stomach and picked up your phone. “Jungkookie…” you groaned softly and set your phone down when you saw you didn’t have any messages from him. You’ve been together for 2 months now, and there have been times where you were nearly discovered. You knew there were suspicions so you really tried to keep it on the down low.

A few seconds of overthinking go by, and you hear tapping on your window. Odd, considering this is the second floor… you walked to the window and opened your curtains, expecting maybe just a stupid bug or a tree branch scraping against your window. You gasped when you saw Jungkook standing on your balcony.

“Jungkook..!? What are you..?” You quickly opened the window. “Are you crazy?! It’s pouring out there!” You pulled him inside and wiped water off his face with your hands. “You’ll catch a cold.” You were genuinely worried. He chuckled softly and grabbed your waist, pulling you into a kiss. You were surprised by his action-this whole event nonetheless-and pulled away. “Jungkook..!” You covered your mouth.

“Shhh you nag too much…” he cupped your cheeks gently. His soft eyes grew wider as he stared at you. “I’ve never seen you without makeup before…” he said in a way that made you self conscious. “You’re beautiful…” he added, and gently swept his thumbs over your cheeks. He chuckled softly, “and you have freckles…” he smiled a cute bunny smile, making you feel embarrassed. You brought your hands over your face, but they were immediately moved. “Remember what you said to me?” He smiled. “I think it’s attractive.” He mocked you and scrunched his nose as he smiled.You laughed softly and playfully slapped his chest. 

“Shut up you…” you grabbed his hands and brought him over to your desk chair. “Stay there.” You walked to your bathroom, searching for a clean towel. You came back with a hot pink towel and giggled. “Sorry, pink is all I got.” You stood in front of him and threw the towel over his head. Immediately you started rubbing it over his head to soak up water from his hair.

He started to laugh as you dried his hair off, closing his eyes. He relaxed and let you nag him, listening closely to the things you were saying.“If you get sick I’ll have to make an excuse for you. I’ll have to make time to sneak in a visit to take care of you, and by doing that I’m risking a lot.” You lectured and got on your knees in front of him. 

“That means I’d have to feed you, give you medicine, watch you while you sleep…” you sighed and glared at him.

“That sounds pretty nice, actually.” He snickered. You stuck your tongue out at him and used the towel to dry his face.

“Did you bring extra clothes in there?” You pointed to his bag.

“Yeah… but I won’t be needing them.” He said as he grabbed the towel and threw it across the room.

“Huh?” You were startled and a little flustered. He was giving you the sexiest stare, and you wanted to pounce. You bit your lip and stood up. “Uhm, I’ll go make you some tea,” you turned around, but your wrist was grabbed, and you were-against your will-turned back towards the boy that was subtly turning you on.

“I told the guys that I was going to an old friend’s house and spending the night.” He put a hand on your blushing cheek and put his other hand on your butt without permission.

“Spending the-?! Jungkook if they find out we’re screwed.” You were worried about how they’d punish him, and about how you’d lose your job without a second thought. How would you see Jungkook then?!

“I know… but I want to make you feel good.” He said, making your heart jump. “I don’t want our relationship to seem… fake and boring. I want it to be fun and exciting. I want you to feel loved.” He sounded so perfect as he spoke. It made the soft spot in your heart take over your brain. He backed you up to your bed and pinned you to it with your arms above your head. You gasped and looked up at him with big eyes.

You looked back and forth between his eyes, searching for the truth. And surely enough, you only found sincerity. You slipped your hands out from under his and wrapped your arms around his neck. You smiled and pulled him closer. 

“You’re right Jungkook…” you kissed him lovingly.He chuckled against your lips and slowly kissed back. He tensed up when he felt your hand undoing his belt. He’s never been in this type of situation, even though he had a cocky attitude towards it.

You took his belt and tossed it to the side, never breaking the kiss. He moved his hand towards your thigh, squeezing the thicker part of it. You moaned quietly against his lips, and it was an instant confidence booster. He hooked his finger in the waistband on your shorts, slowly pulling them down as he started to trail his kisses down your neck.

You lifted your hips a bit to help him, and kicked them off. You didn’t care where your clothes went you just cared that they were off. You tugged on his shirt and breathily said, “take it off.” He smirked against your skin and sat up. He looked in your eyes, taking his shirt off and showing off his glorious muscles.

“Holy…” you felt your cheeks flush. You reached and touched his abs. You looked down at your own tummy and pinched the little bit of chub, feeling self conscious now. Jungkook chuckled and grabbed your hands, intertwining your fingers before pinning them to the bed again.

“Like what you see?” He asked with an unbelievably sexy, sinful smirk on his gorgeous face. You were in such a trance, you could only nod in response. He chuckled once again and moved his hands from yours, down to your butt. He squeezed, earning a very rewarding moan from you.

Jungkook groaned and pursed his lips, leaning his head back and breathing in deeply. He felt his pants getting tighter, and he moved his hands to unbutton his pants. He stuck his tongue out of his mouth, adding to the hot atmosphere. You felt like you were melting under him.

You thought your heart was gonna beat out of your chest, you’ve never felt so alive before. You sat up and looked in his eyes as you unzipped his pants for him. He breathed out shakily and ran a hand through your hair. You pulled down his pants, and pushed him so he was on his back on the bed. You sat on his lap and he propped himself up on his elbows.

You stared him dead in the eyes as you started to unbutton your silky blouse. His lips parted and his eyes followed your hands. With each button gone he could feel himself growing harder.

The black laced thong and matching bra caught him in a trance. “You’re fucking breathtaking.” He said breathily. He sat up and slid your shirt off your shoulders, throwing it across the room. His hands made their way behind you and unclipped your bra. He carelessly tossed it behind him and cupped his hands around your boobs.

You grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him deeply, grinding your hips against his once and earning the sexiest moan in existence. You suddenly felt a rough hand grabbing your hip, and another hand trailing down your stomach and into your panties. You gasped softly against his lips when you felt his finger press against your clit.

“Wet for me already baby..?” He teasingly whispered against your lips while rubbing your clit in slow circles. You breathed out and bit your lip, resting your forehead against his. You gripped his hair with one hand and used the other hand to pleasure him. You cupped his bulge and palmed him gently, through his boxers. “(Y-Y/n)…” his breath hitched. He was surprised by your action but fuck did he enjoy it.

“Jungkook oh God…” you moaned out and tugged on his hair. He growled and flipped you over so he was on top once again. He pulled your thong off and tossed it behind him. You hooked your big toes in the waist band on his boxers, gripping onto his biceps as you pulled them down.

He was staring hungrily into your eyes, and it gave you a tingly feeling. When his body moved forward you quickly tightened your grip on his arm, mentally panicking. He dipped down to kiss you again, and the magical kiss took your mind off your fear. You slowly but surely move your hands up his arms then wrap them around his neck.

His hands started at your knees and trailed down, teasingly tapping his fingers to mess with you. Suddenly he pushed your legs into an M shape, squeezing the thick of your thigh. You let a moan slip, being turned on further by his mysterious movements.

Your breath hitched when you felt a length filling you. You gently bit his bottom lip and tugged with your teeth, trying to distract yourself from the pain.

“J-Jungkook.” You strained a moan and hit his chest gently. “You’re too big.” You breathed heavily and covered your face. His hands grabbed your and pinned them to your side.

“Don’t cover your beautiful face.” He whispered sexily and kissed along your jawline. “Baby I’ll make you feel good, I promise.” He moved his hands to your hips and rubbed slow circles. You instantly brought your hands up to his cheeks, slowly running your nails along his jawline and neck-something that made him totally weak.

He groaned hotly and kissed you again deeply, nudging his hips forward to test drive you. You let out a moan that drove him crazy, and his hips started to move at a slow pace.

You rolled your hips against his, urging him to go faster. It was a euphoric and dangerous feeling, and it was intensely addictive. You craved him, you craved more, and you let yourself express that. You rested your nails against his side and slowly dragged them down, arching your back and curling your toes.

“Oh God (Y/n)…” he breathily moaned and bucked his hips against yours as you hit his sweet spot. You loved his reaction, you loved how you were making him feel. “Ahh..~” he let out a satisfied breathy moan, closing his eyes and licking his lips seductively.

You’ve never felt so needy but he gave you exactly what it was you needed. The connection your hips made created sparks each time and it added to the love. The smell of sex and desire filled the surrounding air, with his cologne engulfing you in a paradise.

The bed began to creek and it excited you more. “Baby~” you moaned out and tugged on his hair with both hands. “The neighbors will complain.” You wrapped your legs around his waist, hooking your ankles together.

“I don’t give a fuck.” He sexily growled and kissed your collarbone, roughly sucking at your sensitive skin. His uncontrollable hands kept a tight hold on your butt, sure to leave marks. His kisses trailed down towards your breasts, and soon his relentless mouth was sucking on your sensitive nub.

“Holy hell~” you tilted your head back and let out a slutty moan to drive him crazy. He moved one of his hands, and grabbed one of yours from out of his hair. He intertwined your fingers, then pinned it to the bed roughly.

“What’s my name?” He used his other hand to grab your jaw and lead your gaze to him. You moaned and looked in his eyes, something your body couldn’t handle in this situation.

“Jungkook..!” you moaned and closed your eyes, squeezing his other hand tightly.

“That’s right baby girl.” He let go of your jaw and grabbed onto your butt once again, an obsession of his. His thrust got faster and faster as your orgasm built up, and with each second you tightened your grip on the white sheets.

“Jung-Jungkookjungkook-Jungkook~” you squealed and sighed loudly with pleasure. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum J-Jungkook.” You reached up behind you and tugged on your pillows. “Mm~!” You turned your head and chewed on your lip, closing your eyes tightly.

“Ah… ah (Y/n)….” he panted hard and moaned louder. He pulled your hips back against his own with every thrust, hitting your g-spot. Your climax hit you at full force, making a slutty moan escape from deep within you. Jungkook almost immediately pulled out.

He kissed you as he used his sweaty palm to get himself off. You kissed back weakly, attempting to help him with whatever strength you had left. You felt warm liquid on your stomach and blushed a bit.

“Kookie I just took a shower…” you whined and gently played with his hair. He breathily chuckled and cupped your face, giving you soft eyes. You looked back and forth between his eyes, smiling.

“(Y/n)… I love you. And I won’t let the company take you away.” He said honesty and pinched you’re cheeks to make you giggle, and be was successful as always.“I love you too Jungkook.” You sat up and hugged him tight. “Don’t say that unless you can promise me that though…” you pouted. He shook his head and rubbed your back.

“I promise (Y/n). There is nothing that will tear us apart.” He assured you. “Now…” he started with a soft chuckle, “let’s go take a shower." 

valerian official movie novelization notes

so i recently got the novelization of valerian and the city of a thousand planets and wanted to share some of the interesting stuff in it that wasn’t in the movie! overall i’d HIGHLY recommend buying the book if you liked the movie and want to know more about the characters, especially if you’re planning on writing them, because the book gives much more (& better) interactions between them and will definitely help you nail their personalities better! SPOILERS under the cut, of course!

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Chapter VI | Tell Me - A Harry Styles Uni AU

Main Story page is here.

Song for the Playlist - Wonderwall by Ryan Adams (cover)

Instagrams are here - (none for this chapter because the app is being a dick)

Word Count - 4250…ish

“Just gotta be safe, love,” he whispered.

“My protector,” she said back into his ear and a shiver ran down his spine.

He manoeuvred them until she was lying flat on the bed and he could straddle her thighs and view her perfect body from above, and leaned down to kiss her lips once again. Her hands ruffled through his hair as he abandoned her lips to find her jaw, nipping at her and his hands lingered at her neck, tickling, until he moved further down and found a perfect spot to suck on to.

Her breath hitched at his teeth on her neck, a slight moan coming from her mouth and her grip on his hair tightening until he pulled away wishing the small bruise would appear that second to mark her as his.

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Findings - part III

SERIES MASTERLIST

Summary: The boys stumbled on a case - and the little girl in the middle of it. So now what?

Characters: Dean, Sam, and Mackenzie, reader (mentioned)

Words: 4936

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of character death, mentions of kidnapping, daddy!Dean feels

A/N: I hope you like this part - I know I do! And if you have theories of what’s going on, it’d be cool to hear them. ;-)

Again, thank yous to my lovelies;  @arryn-nyxx for the aesthetic and @deanssweetheart23 for beta’ing.

PART III - Comfort and camaraderie

Dean

I woke up in the morning in a thirteen-in-a-dozen motel when Sam started shifting around the room. We had driven a few hours last night and stopped for the night wherever here was - somewhere in Wyoming. Mackenzie had slept the whole time, even when I carried her to the room and settled her on the couch under a few blankets. She was still asleep now as I stumbled to the bathroom, still groggy myself. It took me ten minutes under the lukewarm shower to fully wake up and get my brain working.

It was supposed to be a quick stop. What the hell happened that we’re in this mess? Granted, we killed a few demons, but now we were tangled in something that seemed way bigger than anticipated - and that didn’t even include Mackenzie. Shit, I must have been out of my mind to want to take her with us. It had felt so necessary last night, but right now the idea just made me nervous. We should just figure out a safe place and get rid of her. Maybe Garth would know some hunter who actually liked kids. Yeah, that’s what we’ll do, I decided pushing every other thought aside and turned off the shower. That should make Sam happy too. It’s not like we have to be the ones to take care of her.

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ghost!bambam;

Originally posted by magiccastles

  • a while back @seoulscapes sent me this text post and said this would be ghost!bambam and this idea was always a cute what if…… and then someone requested it
  • and how could i refuse our bby bam?
  • ok ok so background on bambam’s death: he died way too young
  • he was in college and had just been accepted into the frat of his dreams
  • he was basically living the life
  • but some dumbass in the frat thought that bambam wasn’t “ride or die” enough so the head of the frat acquiesced bc obviously the reputation of the frat was on the line and he couldn’t have any of his pledges getting in easy peasy
  • obviously 

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Seasoned Gay

On AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11254284

It’s Friday and Maggie is more than happy to spend the evening holed up in one of the local gay bars drinking scotch and enjoying the feeling of scantily clothed women pressing around her on the dance floor, feeling the pulsing music around her as she danced somewhat jerkily with some blonde girl that she’d bumped into shortly after making her way onto the dance floor, happily letting the rest of the week fall away.

Or it would be if she could focus on the girl in front of her (and how she was gonna get her home) and not the beautiful red head sitting slouched at the bar, cradling her drink in her hands and scanning the bar with a look of nervous excitement plastered across her face. Definitely a baby gay… And a cute one at that… And… That’s a dude…

She watched as one of the straight guys that hung around the bar trying to pick up chicks approached the girl and started trying to talk her up. Maggie felt her body tense and she looked between her dancing partner and the girl at the bar and made a split second decision.

“Gotta go save the baby gay at the bar, dudebro’s hitting on her and she doesn’t seem to know what to do.” The blonde glanced towards the bar and after catching sight of the scene in front of her she scowled and shook her head.

“You have fun with that, try not to break his nose, I know it’s tempting.” And the girl’s already turned around and found some other girl to dance with and Maggie’s making her way towards the bar where the girl is leaning as far away from stereotypical surfer playboy as physically possible. Maggie got to the bar just in time to catch the tail end of what he was saying.

“…And I know I can show you a better time than any of these bull dykes could ever dream of. I’m pretty well endowed if you catch my drift.” He winked and none to discreetly pawed at his junk, causing both Maggie and the red head to scrunch their noses up in disgust at him.

“Yeah, I’m still good.” The other woman downed her shot and signaled the bartender for another one. The guy leered at her and scooted his stool closer to his so that their knees were touching as he moved his hand onto the girl’s thigh.

“Come on babe, seriously I’ll show you a better time than any dyke in this bar could possibly imagine.” Maggie half groaned before firmly inserting herself between the two, knocking the guy’s hand any and forcing him to pull back from the other woman.

“Excuse me, sir, but I’m fairly certain the lady already said no so if you’d kindly move along…” Maggie left the sentence hanging but makes sure to level her gaze at him so he wouldn’t take it as a sign of her feeling intimidated by him. He sneered down at her and tried unsuccessfully to brush her aside.

“Fuck off, she was just about to come home with me, weren’t you hot stuff?” Maggie glances behind her just in time to catch the girl roll her eyes at his question and take a long drink of her beer (the bartender still hadn’t refilled her shot glass).

“Yeah, only in your dreams.” Maggie gently reached behind her and placed a hand on the girl’s knee, she wasn’t sure how much of her couldn’t care less attitude was simply a front to make the guy leave her alone and she figured the comforting gesture might be appreciated.

“See? Now go find someone else to bother, fucking buzzkill.” The guy tried to move around her but Maggie stayed firmly in place between him and the girl (whose name she probably should figure out).

“And you’ve got one of the worst cases of selective hearing I’ve ever seen. Now why don’t you run back to your friends the lick your wounds and try hitting up a bar where the girls actually find your oppressive masculinity attractive and leave us all alone.” The guy scoffed and tried (for the third time) and failed to get her to move from between him and the other woman.

“You’re just jealous she’d rather go home with a real man like me instead of a midget like you. She knows I can fuck her real good, unlike you you little dyke, don’t you baby?” Maggie winced internally at the jib at her height, something she was still self conscious about even at the age of twenty two. She felt the woman behind her shift and somewhat tentatively run her fingers up her side, causing an unexpected shiver to run down Maggie’s spine.

“Oh no… She’s… Definitely the one I’m interested in.” He sputtered, finally hearing something she said for once. About time…

“Why the hell would you be into the tiny lesbo over me? Have you seen my abs?” He lifts his shirt to show off what to most might seem like an impressive six pack, Maggie rolled her eyes but decided she wasn’t going to stoop to his level trying to engage in some display of dominance. The other woman scoffed out loud and glancing behind her Maggie realized that apparently she didn’t have any issues showing the guy up, cause her shirt was tugged up to just below her breasts and was showing off her own six pack with a challenging gleam in her own eyes.

“You act like that’s supposed to impress me.” She dropped her shirt and Maggie none too discreetly wiped at the corners of her mouth to make sure she hadn’t started drooling. “Now I can think of a lot of reasons to pick her over you, starting with the fact I’m gay as fuck and she’s definitely a woman, you are a woman right? Like I’m assuming here based on appearances and that’s kinda transphobic and I really don’t care if you’re trans or not, I meant it’s cool if you are like I’m totally fine with that…”

“I’m a woman.” Maggie interjected before the other woman could get lost in a offtrack tangent.

“Okay, yeah… So there’s that. She’s also hot as hell which you definitely are not.” Maggie forced herself not to chuckle at the offended look on his face. “And you’re an asshole and I wouldn’t be interested even if I was into guys cause I have standards that you don’t even begin to meet. So if you’ll move along I’d really like to chat up my super hot savior now.” She made a shooing gesture and the guy finally left with a grumbled fucking dykes . Which left Maggie standing super close to the rather beautiful red head who was definitely giving her bedroom eyes like no baby gay should know how to do. “So… What’s your name?”

“Um… Maggie… My name’s Maggie…” The other woman smiled warmly down at her and held her hand out for her to shake.

“Alex. So what are you doing this evening? Besides saving young lesbians from straight men.” Maggie blushed slightly, turning her face away from Alex.

“You hardly needed saving. I mean… With the abs and the sassy comebacks and the abs…” Alex smiled at her, an amused glint in her eyes.

“You like the abs?” She wiggled her eyebrows as she slid Maggie’s hand under her shirt up her washboard abs. Maggie let out a quiet groan and bites her lip. Not to be outdone by a baby gay she quickly moves Alex’s hand over to her own stomach and slides it under her shirt and up her own abs.

“I can most certainly appreciate them.” She was pleased to note the other woman finally seemed a little flustered as she subconsciously ran her fingers along Maggie’s abs. “Now, what do you say we hit the dance floor and show that prick how us ‘lesbos’ do it?”

And they do, they get drunk and dance and make out in the corner like teens and when the bar finally closes at two she calls them an Uber and then continue to make out like idiots in the backstreet until they get back to Maggie’s apartment. And then they’re making out in the apartment (okay, say what you want about picking up baby gays but holy cow this one was a hell of a good kisser) and on her bed and damn you’d love to have her way with the woman moving above her but the voice in the back of her mind reminding her they are both very drunk wins and she finally pulls away.

“You’re drunk.” Alex moved down to start muzzling in her neck, nipping and sucking at the skin there.

“So are you.”

“We probably shouldn’t do this right now.”

“Probably not.”

“I’m going to get some water and aspirin for in the morning. If you feel like it we can carry on then.” Maggie offers getting up and heading into the adjacent bathroom.

“Oh trust me, as soon as I’m not either drunk or hungover I’m going to be all over you.” Maggie put the stuff from the bathroom on the nightstand and climbed under the covers, Alex following quickly behind her.

“I’m looking forward to it.” Maggie mumbled sleepily, Alex laughed.

“You should, I’m told I’m excellent in bed.” Alex winked at her and Maggie’s eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.

“And who told you that?”

“Why the string of women I slept with in high school, I was quite the catch back then.” She winked again and Maggie’s eyes went wide.

“High school? How long ago was that?”

“About five years, why, jealous?” Maggie’s jaw dropped.

“I thought you were a baby gay!” Alex let out a full belly laugh at that comment.

“Nope, I’m definitely a seasoned gay at this point.”

“Oh boy, what did I get myself into?” Maggie mumbled as Alex began running her fingers languidly up and down her side.

“Oh darling, you have no idea.”

The Misfits

Prompt: Six students, of different stereotypes, are sentenced to Saturday detention which happens to land on a very important day for each of them. While their reasons for being there are up in the air, and they might start off on the wrong foot, they all eventually find out there’s more to each person than they thought.

A/N: So I was watching one of my favorite movies last night (The Breakfast Club) and I had an idea for a story! I love it when that happens. I had a couple drabbles that I was going to post, but I wasn’t sure if they were good enough and this seemed like a better idea to me. As of right now (because I haven’t finished the story) I haven’t decided if there are any specific pairings. I’m just gonna go with the flow. This is also an AU so the characters have a few different traits than in the  show. Riley and Maya are still best friends. That will never change. Also, Riley has an older brother in this fic. In the beginning (before the show aired), she was set to have an older brother named Elliot, and I thought it would be great for her to be the middle child.

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Part 1- Three Rules

At the sight of the old, brown stone building sitting in the middle of the industrial city, Riley Matthews huffed in frustration. Her fingers clenched her phone so tightly, her knuckles turned white. It wasn’t that she didn’t like being at this place (she was forced by the law to go five days a week for eight hours a day), it was the fact that because of a stupid incident, she was sitting outside on the sixth day of the week. Saturday morning.

“You’re going to break your phone if you keep using it as a stress reliving item,” her older brother, Elliot stated at he parked the car in front of the steps. She said nothing. “You’re only going to be here till three.”

She looked at him quickly in rage. “That’s seven hours I could be practicing for the concert, which by the way, is TONIGHT!” Her voice rang in the vehicle as she fell back into her seat and huffed. Not only did she have detention for seven hours, she was less then 12 hours away from her concert, in which scouts from Juilliard School of the Arts would be attending.

He looked at her sympathetically, even though she basically yelled at him harshly. A few years ago, he probably would have yelled back at her, but he understood the stress and anxiety she must be dealing with, since tonight could make or break her future to attend one of the elite schools in the country for music making. Plus she was good kid, always followed her parents rules, she did well in school, and practiced the violin hard. It was the instrument she based her whole life around.

Since the day she held the small instrument at the age of four, she wanted this to be her profession. Despite her parents (father in particular) wanting her to be an athlete, like Elliot and her little brother, Auggie, she rather spend her days sitting in front of a music sheet, rubbing hair and strings making beautiful melodies. Her mother supported her from the beginning, and after Mr. Matthews saw the potential she had to be one of the greats, he stopped pestering her and let her do her own thing. She was her own person, and deserved to do what she desired, since it was her life and not her parents.

“So I’m assuming mom and dad don’t know about this?” He asked.

She sighed defeatedly. “No, they don’t. If they did, they would flip and who knows what will happen. So I told them I was going to be here practicing. Unfortunately, I was told myself that I couldn’t bring anything but my homework and food for lunch, so you mind if I leave my violin here in your car?”

His brown eyes looked at the old case and nodded. “Yeah, so I’m picking you up at three?” Riley nodded, fingers now fiddling with the ends of the case. “Am I also picking up Maya too?”

“How did you know she was going to be here today?”

He gave her a look that said really? “Because ninety-nine percent of the times you get in trouble, Maya Hart is not trailing far behind. I’ve been watching that for the last ten years of our lives.”

Yes, more often it was Maya who got into difficult inconveniences, and if Riley was ever put in a situation where she was at fault too, it was because of her troubled blonde best friend. Normally it was small stuff that caused her to get lunch detention or to stay after school for an hour, but recently Maya had been rebelling to the point she could have been in handcuffs. Riley could never really tell her to not continue this behavior directly, but instead hint to her that what she was doing was not acceptable. Her life at home wasn’t the best situation and the brunette understood that this behavior was normal in order to get attention from mom and dad.

But this act was taken too far, and Maya had dragged Riley right down with her. To the bottom of the pit itself.

Elliot tapped his thumb on the wheel of the car. “You better get in there,” he stated. “Because we all know Mrs. Know’s the Librarian. She ain’t gonna put up with tardiness and if you get suspended, mom and dad are really gonna flip.”

He was right, and she groaned in aggravation as she opened the car door to get out. She spotted the blonde on the top of the steps, and turned back to face her brother. “I’m ready for this day to be over with.”

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They said nothing as they walked the halls silently down to the library. Every now and then she could look over and spot the guilt on Maya’s face. Riley hated that her best friend felt this way, but it was technically her fault that they were here on a Saturday, serving detention. Not to mention the brunette was a tad angry with the blonde, and Riley hated that she felt this way too. It was very rare to have this feeling towards her. They weren’t supposed to be mad at each other, ever. They were supposed to be the others escape. A way out of stress. But today wasn’t that day.

In the library, things were quiet, as they should be. Three chairs had been taken up so far. In the front, Isadora Smackle sat, with all the study equipment she could possibly bring, besides her laptop. Riley found it extremely odd that the smartest girl and not to mention, popular girl in school would be caught in Saturday detention, but was reminded that she, herself was here too.

In the other two seats, Lucas Friar and his adopted brother, Isaiah Babineaux sat, quietly whispering to one another, before looking up at the two girls who had just walked in. Lucas was the most popular guy in school for a newbie, as well as one of the most arrogant, self-centered people too. With his dazzling smile, muscular biceps, one look at a girl could make them swoon in his presence. Riley was more annoyed than anything else. Yes, he was devilishly handsome, she’d give him that, but his attitude and first impression gave Riley a bad taste in her mouth.

Isaiah was different. He was Friar’s adoptive brother. A southern gentleman from Texas, who said “please” and “thank you” on a regular basis, as well as “yes ma’am,” “no ma’am,” “yes sir,” and “no sir.” He was also the class clown, who always tried to make the best out of a hard situation. Riley happened to have him in a few of her classes, and she enjoyed his presence more so than his obnoxious step-brother.

Riley and Maya took their seats, sitting at the same table, but on separate ends. The blonde glanced at the brunette in hopes that their eyes would meet. Riley couldn’t look at her, at least not right now. She found the clock sitting on the checkout desk in front of the office door. 7:58. Two minutes before the torturous day would begin.

The door to the office opened and Mrs. Knows, with her silver grey hair, oversized glasses and rag looking face appeared. She might not have looked like much, but she could be scary, when she wanted to be. Just before she opened her mouth to speak, the bulky door to the entrance of the library opened and Farkle Minkus appeared, walking at his own pace to the seat in front of Riley and Maya.

“Mr. Minkus,” the Librarian said, “almost late, aren’t we?” Riley wished she could see his face, but he said nothing so the old lady continued. “Alright, you’re all here till three today. Rule number one, no talking. Rule number two, no cell phones.” A groan came from every one. “Rule number three, if you disrupt me while I’m watching—doing work, this will no longer be a Saturday detention, but a suspension.” Ouch. “Put your cell phones on the desk and I will come collect them. You will get them back at the end of the day.” She looked up. “Yes, Mr. Babineaux?”

Riley turned to see that he had been raising his hand. “What are we supposed to do till then?”

“Well, you were informed to bring books to study, read, writing materials to do homework. Or you could just twiddle your thumbs all day long,” she chuckled. “As long as your quiet and following my three rules.” She collected the phones and waddled back to her office, closing the door behind her.

“Well this is pointless,” Lucas stated, standing up from his seat. “Come on Zay, let’s scram.” Isaiah didn’t move though and opened his mouth to protest.

Just before passing, Maya stood up to meet him. “Sit down Ranger Rick. You heard the lady, breaking the rules meant suspension. You might be new here, but I’ll give you a piece of advice. Mrs. Knows is not a lady to tip toe around. She won’t hesitate to pull out a pink slip.” She leaned forward on her desk. “You really want that on your record Ball Boy?”

Riley could hear Zay’s chuckle from the back. Lucas looked at him, “What are you laughing at?”

“She called you Ranger Rick and Ball Boy,” his tone made Riley want to laugh, but she suppressed the urge. She was supposed to be upset right now. “I like her.”

Lucas rolled his eyes and looked down at Maya seriously. She was at least a foot and a half shorter than him, but she didn’t care. She knew her size, and she was proud. “Look Blondie, I ain’t got time to sit around for seven hours doing nothing. Zay and I have a big game tonight and this we should be prepping, not twiddling our thumbs,” his southern accent was thick.

Farkle turned in his seat. “And you think we’re here to sit around and do nothing?” His voice was deep and his tone was full of protest. “You think we all don’t have something better to do, or somewhere better to be? It’s not just your life that’s important. This time is blocking us from our lives too. So you can sit down and suck it up like the rest of us.” He turned back around and continued to read from the manuscript in his hand.

Minkus was the smartest guy in the school, and everyone knew that. He was also one of the hottest guys too. Not Lucas Friar hot, but still hot. If you had never met him before in your entire life, you probably would have picked him out to be a prep, guaranteed admission into Princeton University, or some other Ivy League school, not because he was smart enough, but because his dad had all the money in the world to send him. You’d say he was a popular guy that partied and could have any girl he liked on his arm. Maybe he was obnoxious too, arrogant and only cared about materialistic nonsense he could buy from anywhere on Fifth Avenue.

But he was just the opposite. With physical qualities of a pretty rich boy and being somewhat athletic, he was a loner. You could normally find him in a library studying for classes he had been dull-enrolled in by his parents through NYU, or in the Science lab on the north end of campus, face stuck to a microscope. He had friends, but they were the obnoxious rich smarties he didn’t click with or the kids who used him for his money. It was really sad.

Lucas looked annoyed staring down at Maya, while her raised eyebrows told a different story. “You heard the genius, Hop-a-Long.”

He looked warningly at Zay who started snickering once again. Then he turned to Farkle, who was no longer paying attention. “If you’re a genius Minkus, why are you in Saturday detention? I thought you’d be smart enough to dodge a situation like this.” It was a good question.

Farkle didn’t glance away from the words on his page, but stated, “That’s my problem, not yours, and you’re forgetting that I’m not the only genius gracing your presence at this moment.” His finger pointed to the side towards a certain lady with pitch black hair.

Maya cocked her head to the side. “Yeah, Smack-lay, what brings you to the land of the troubled?”

The dark-haired girl turned slightly to the right. “It is none of your business to know why I have been sentenced to this dreadful atmosphere, but if you must be reminded, rule number one rule states that we should not be talking, otherwise this dreadful day will be spent confined in our rooms and none of us will be able to enjoy going to the events we wish to attend, playing the games you desire to win, or what ever it is you all do in your spare time. I for one have no desire to to take part in this conversation no more. I have better activities to do at this desk other than exercise my gums that lead to my suspension and the beginning of my problematics hindering my early acceptance into Princeton.” Her face whipped around so quickly, her hair flew behind her.

Lucas stared at Maya for a long time, and finally feeling defeated, he walked back over to sit down. “So what are we supposed to do?”

Riley licked her lips thinking about what she could do that would benefit her. They were in a library, full of books. She was sure she could find a music book with the classical song she was performing this evening. She stood up, and Maya looked at her curiously. “Where you going Riles?” The blonde began to stand back up with her.

But Riley turned quickly on her heels, holding out her hand for her to stop. “I’m just going to get a book. That’s it.”

Maya’s expression dropped. She hadn’t meant to sound that harsh and demanding, but the tone came out too soon with the words. Her best friend sat back down, and Riley had caught Farkle’s blue eyes with her own. She couldn’t read his expression, and that drove her insane. Usually she was great at reading people, but she could never tell what Farkle Minkus was thinking. Ever.

She turned away, heading for the music selection in the huge library. It was time she put her focus on to the concert tonight. People drama was the least of her worries now.


Preview to next chapter:

“Goodie-two-shoes-Matthews?” Lucas said, eyeing her who had looked away from him. “If you’re a goodie, then what brings you to a detention hall? Especially Saturday detention?” Yes, because they all know Saturday detentions are equivalent to one day in school suspension.

anonymous asked:

I can't wait for Dean to enter the amnesia phase! Dean and Cas formed a strangely intense relationship from the beginning and I wonder how Sam's gonna describe Cas.

Aaaah it’s now almost certain that that line from the last Shaving People Punting Things promo was from 12x11 - the “my name is Dean Winchester, blah blah Sam and Mary, a-and Cas- Castiel is my *wibble* best friend” line that nearly killed us all even completely out of context. Since there was 2 episodes between us and it I was trying not to get too excited I was trying not to pin my hopes on it being exactly what it sounded, but without rewatching the promo I think 12x11 may be the only episode left in it that we’ve yet to see stuff from. It’s also always kinda been the logical episode to have Dean reminding himself of who his nearest and dearest are but there you go, this is my 3rd year of watching with fandom, I’ve learned not to trust promos as far as I can throw them :P

There’s this post from last night squeeing about the line here:

http://mittensmorgul.tumblr.com/post/156999800760/nerdylittleshit-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh-i-just

And now I’m just enjoying the detail that Sam will almost certainly be responsible both times for using the word “friend” to describe Benjamin & his vessel and Cas and Dean… Like, in 12x10 there was one of those weighty pauses where everyone immediately thinks “…oh. They were in love” and then someone goes and uses “friend” - we’re not exactly unfamiliar with that sort of pause when it comes to Dean n Cas stuff, either… 

I do think Sam’s maybe a bit more certain about misdiagnosing Dean and Cas as BFFs because he’s had way more time to think about it than trying to work out the correct word for - well, *I’m* not sure about the correct relationship description for an angel and its vessel and I’ve been thinking about it all week :P - so it will seem more natural to him to call Cas that. So I won’t be too bummed if Sam is really chill about the concept, because as much as we talk about shipper!Sam, and he’s used as the punchline of a LOT of jokes about Dean n Cas’s behaviour throughout the years to sell it that they’re old-married-couple arguing, that is kind of a trick for the viewers at home to be in on, not necessarily a comment that Sam ACTUALLY thinks that. I mean, he probably still thinks Dean is STRAIGHT can you IMAGINE. 

I don’t think this episode is gonna expose Bi!Dean but like with 10x12, going back with Dean into his past was used as the most overt exploration of Dean vs repression and how the whole performing!Dean thing worked, and gave us the cipher of the cake which got way more mileage than we expected, because season 10 actually was fairly good at breaking Dean down for us, though I think the way season 11 and 12 have been putting him back together is far more enjoyable watching… Anyway, this is a great second chance to take a crack at what 10x12 started, and to make Dean well and truly vulnerable. They were comparing the episode to Yellow Fever, of which I have written a whole bunch as part of my wide-ranging “Still not over the Siren Episode” series of metas: 

http://elizabethrobertajones.tumblr.com/post/151056070938/shower-thoughts-harping-on-season-4-because-being

The main point I guess being the one about how it intentionally turned Dean inside out in front of Sam to make him look extremely vulnerable. In front of season 4 Sam, whose entire arc was built around feeling strong - and specifically stronger than Dean - and falling down the rabbit hole based on those feelings - those 2 episodes are really bad for Sam’s perception of Dean in that immediate moment because they’re stepping stones to make Sam think Dean’s not just lost his edge but is completely incapable of stopping the apocalypse and Sam is the only one strong enough to do it. Aka, Sam is in the worst place in the world to benefit with positive lessons from watching Dean get turned inside out in front of him. In 10x12, again Sam is all caught up in saving Dean, even so far as wondering if abruptly having to deal with having an extremely mouthy little brother until he grows back up into an extremely mouthy adult at the normal speed these things happen, was actually preferable to Dean with the Mark. Again, he’s on a descent arc that again plays off him being, well, the responsible adult, because that episode wasn’t a metaphor for the wider picture or anything :P - the burden of saving Dean from the Mark is a distraction and a weight on him and the whole Taylor Swift moment at the end shows how he’s not learned anything about Dean from the experience, and in the wider picture, carries on down his path and trying to save Dean his way (when Dean seems to have given up shortly after), so Sam is basically left to make the decision about how to save Dean on his own (and his isolated thinking is highlighted by deliberately leaving Cas out of the decision making process even though they’d seemed to be on the same page for a while). 

Anyway! In season 12 guess what we have another Winchester off making the bad decisions! Sam and Dean are freeeeeee (and, uh, should probably be concerned about what their mom is doing but that’s a problem for another episode :P) - since the middle of season 11 Sam hasn’t had the sort of burden on him that he’s carried on and off for most of the show (seriously, like, the last quarter of season 7 is the only other time I can think of Sam didn’t have a Thing outside of just being along for the ride with the main plot) - Sam can be concerned about Dean, but since the start of season 12 he ALSO doesn’t have anything wrong with him, internally or externally, and so they’re kind of in a healing and growth stage (this has been also achieved by letting Cas have all the awful happen to him >.>) Anyway, all that means that now we get one of those episodes that emotionally eviscerates Dean, in front of Sam, and Sam doesn’t have any roadblock to understanding and learning about Dean except for all the emotional walls Dean’s put up to keep him out that will baffle Sam with their absence (the sneak peek scene shows Sam missing a ton of really huge neon flags that we can see from miles off because we know Dean from this outside perspective Sam has not got the luxury of) or reasons Sam will be too distracted or take developments completely the wrong way to actually genuinely understand what Dean is going through and what these things mean… 

He’s going from a standing start though, so I expect he’s going to catch maybe like 1/10th or less of all the things we might be able to explain about Dean, but even so :P 

… Anyway all’s that to say is that Sam is going to probably write down a list of everyone Dean absolutely has to remember: Himself - brother, Mary - mom, Castiel - best friend, and leave Dean with it. And then we get DEAN’S delivery on that line which we have very hopefully already heard for ourselves (or we have wasted a lot of ink on this :P) and Deana stumbles over the concept of “Castiel - best friend” with all that stammering and wobbling voice that we’ve heard. And there’s going to be the difference in how Sam describes Cas and how Dean thinks of him, or is confused about how he’s supposed to apparently think of him :’D

anonymous asked:

Could you write something about David talking to Jack about his social anxiety and the things he got through, but now he's strong and brave and won't let anyone use him or humiliate him? I think that'd be nice c:

Stage ‘verse

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It doesn’t matter whether or not they’re happy to see you. You’re a good person. You did right by them, and that’s all that matters. You’re alright, this is alright, this will be fine. They’ll be happy to see you, and this will be fine.

Davey didn’t speak the words out loud, but he repeated them to himself, as he made his way to the distribution center for the first time in five days. He walked with his hands curled at his side, his left thumb stroking his palm, something he’d never been much aware of, until Sarah had pointed out to him one day that he always did this when he was nervous. Now he couldn’t unnotice it, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop either. The pads of his fingers were calloused from working hard all summer and up through the fall; his skin was dry and chapped, the way it always got in the winter. He noticed these things. He breathed.

Just because he was back in school now didn’t mean that he couldn’t sell on Saturdays, Davey reminded himself. Just because Les had made at least six new best friends on his own first day of class, and had spent Friday night sleeping at one of their houses, didn’t mean that Davey wouldn’t be welcome all on his own. Just because being unwelcome was and always would be a possibility, didn’t mean that Davey’s role in the strike could be diminished or taken away from him, now that his life was doing its darnedest to shape itself back into what it was before. Just because… Just because. There were so many becauses, each one more dire than the last, but just because worry had settled into all of its usual places, in Davey’s chest and his hands and his lungs and in the very pit of his stomach, didn’t mean that there wasn’t strength and hope behind it.

Crutchie was the first to notice Davey taking his spot at the back of the line. He gave a hoot, and a wave.

“Hey, look who’s back back, with his smarty pants on and everything,” Romeo teased.

“Got a scholarly opinion on today’s headlines?” Race asked, words slurred around his ever present cigar.

David squinted upwards, at the big board where the headlines were usually written. “Just that the guy who puts them up is getting out of bed later and later these days.” He was surprised by how quiet the words came out.

“It’s 'cause the sun is getting up later and later these days,” Crutchie suggested.

“It’s cause we was out drinkin’ together till two in the morning last night, and I bribed him three coronas to write 'Spot Conlon wears polky-dotted under-drawers’ up there on the big sign,” Racetrack said, spreading out his arms in mock innocence at the looks and shoves the other boys were giving him. “What?” he asked, bending over to pick up his hat, which Specs had knocked clean off his curly head. “Don’t you'se believe me?”

“You trying to say that it was somebody else, what kept half of us awake with his snoring all night?” Finch asked.

“You trying to say it was somebody else whose feet stank up the entire lodging house?” Elmer added.

“You drooled on the pillow, Race. Anyways, I believes you plenty about the under-drawers, but not about getting in with the headline writer.” Jack came up behind Davey, put his arms around his shoulders as he spoke. Suddenly the entire conversation felt a lot more in focus, like Davey was a part of it, and not watching it from the outside.

“Coulda been your doppelgänger doing all those things,” Davey suggested. His beaming smile faltered only briefly, in time with Race’s look of confusion, which faded just as quickly.

“That’s it!” Race snapped his finger. “That’s what I got. A dopey-gaggin-whatever, and he looks just like me!”

A few of the boys groaned, but by now the headline had been put up, and the window of the distribution center was sliding open. Davey let himself be pushed forward with the others to buy his papes, a triumphant one hundred, just like he’d been buying ever since the strike ended. He willed himself to leave school behind, to summon up the casual equilibrium he’d gained over the summer, the part of him that had felt like he was made for carrying the banner.

—–

The cold meant that everybody took even less selling breaks than usual. There was no better way to keep warm, after all, than to wander around shouting your head off. Davey would’ve never thought he’d be comfortable doing that, but it was a lot better than sitting in a classroom that was protected from the elements, but where you couldn’t move around enough to forget that the breath was coming out of your mouth in white puffs, and that the other boys had been caught passing notes speculating on just what you’d been up to when you were away, and whether or not you looked raggeder than before.

It was was a relief to be back with Jack and the others, but maybe not as much of one as Davey had expected it to be. Davey didn’t believe in hell in the spiritual sense, but metaphorically speaking, things at school had reached a point where the word might apply, at just around the same time that his pa had messed up his arm. Well, things at school, and things that had more to do with being stuck in his own skin day and day out, fighting the alarm bell within his head, that told him that breathing through his mouth when his nose got stuffed up was a cause for shame, or that hitting his head on a door frame when he was trying to enter a room, while hardly damaging at the moment, was just the kind of thing that ought to keep a guy nauseas with worry, replaying the event up through the night. And then pa’s accident had brought everything to a head, gotten Davey to the point where he was so scared that it was scaring Les, something he’d never wanted to have happen. But things were better now. It wasn’t that Davey had overcome everything that had tied him in knots, but even after just one week of school, he realized that it was different than it had been before. It wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t torture.

He found himself telling Jack about it, when the other boy finally suggested they grab some grub somewhere, and warm up for a spell. They went to Tibby’s, where they both got potato soup, after scanning the menu for the warmest thing available. It cost just a little too much, and it was notoriously watery, but if Davey could have ordered a bowl of liquid heat, he would have.

Jack was the one to start the conversation. “You’s back to buttoning your shirt right up to the neck,” he said.

Davey touched his collar. “It’s cold,” he said.

Jack snorted. “Guess we can’t all of us go around showing all our assets up to the world. You’re gonna tell me it ain’t sensible, right?”

If Jack’s clothing had seem to be falling apart in the summer, it looked even worse in the winter, but Davey didn’t say anything about that. At least not directly. “Can I ask my ma to knit you a scarf?” he asked.

“Nah, get her to make one for your school friends.”

David didn’t answer that right. He’d told Jack before that he didn’t exactly have school friends, and Jack had told him not to worry, that he would.

“Y'know, it’s different there from out here,” Davey tried to explain.
“Yeah? Well, everywhere’s different than everywheres else. That’s kinda how the world works. You doing alright with it, kid?”

Davey took a bite of his soup, and told himself that the heat he felt was from that. “That’s a weird thing to start calling me,” he shot back.

Jack just laughed. “Alright, fair enough. But how are you doing, anyways? Um… Are you learning stuff? Your classes good? The other boys…?”

More soup. “Um… Yeah. I mean, we’re learning about William Blake, and the poems he wrote. I like them. I think you might. I’ve got some people to sit with at lunch. I don’t know about them, Jack, but they might be okay. Does that sound ungrateful? Maybe I oughta be more enthusiastic, huh?”

Jack shrugged. “If you ain’t, you ain’t.”

“Maybe I ain’t. Maybe I am. I feel like I’m better at it than before. Maybe some people don’t like me…”

“Lotsa people do.”

Davey couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks, but that’s not the point. I’m just saying, it’s not as hard as it used to be to try and test out who does and who doesn’t. I still think a lot about things going wrong, but I don’t know. I feel stronger these days, I guess.” Davey finished off is speech with a little shrug, as if what he was saying wasn’t important, and as if the words didn’t taste a little strange in his mouth. He looked down at his soup, wondered if he was saying things that Jack cared to hear, and wondered if that was very important (Jack was very important. Jack was definitely very important.).

Jack reached across the table, and grabbed hold of Davey’s wrist, just for a few seconds, with a hand that was warm from the bowl it had been holding. He patted the back of Davey’s hand before letting go, with a crooked sort of half smile.

“That’s good Davey. You belong there.”

Davey didn’t say anything.

“Here too,” Jack added, just before Davey’s heart could sink.

“I’m still gonna ask my ma about knitting you that scarf,” Davey said. He liked his lips. “Maybe a red one. Or a blue. Or…”

Jack laughed. “You go ahead and do that. And hey, I look good in every color. You don’t gotta worry.”

“That’s like telling the wind not to blow. It doesn’t happen all the time, but when it happens, it happens,” Davey said. It was true enough, but it was also true that he wasn’t feeling very worried at that very moment, that he had hope of more moments like this coming. Perhaps (hopefully) a lot of them would be with Jack, but not all of them. Davey had his own power after all. The strike had been the beginning of learning about it, but not the end.

The Family Curse || Chapter Two

Winchester Sister Reader-Insert

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Warnings: Illness (not life-threatening), John-Negative

Masterpost


Why are we here? And where do we go? And how come it’s so hard?
It’s not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving.
I’ll tell you one thing, it’s always better when we’re together.

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Well, well, well, look who’s back with the most morally repugnant update in Union history. Me. It’s been a very productive summer of Netflix, chill and giving wrong directions to tourists but all good things must come to an end. Also coming to an end is my ill-fated attempt to kill Max, who, after refusing to eat the cake FOR 2 FUCKING DAYS is finally released from the cage of death. Honestly, I’m impressed, Max, you’re definitely not as stupid as you look.

-Yea, I get that a lot.

I doubt that but whatever, now gtfo and I better not see your Komei-clone ass around Jojo ever again or it’s back in prison for you!

-So, Jojo, not that we’re not all extremely invested in the excruciating selection process of your husband, but are you any closer to picking one?? I mean I love this whole commune thing we have going but the constant food delivery for 8 is killing us.

-We’re afraid not, dear brother, it’s starting to look like no one in this world is worthy of our majesty.

Ugh are we really doing royal ‘we’ now? Is this what this has come to?

-Yes, college has really helped develop our sense of self-worth.

How can it be self-worth if you’re ‘we’?

-This is exactly the kind of idiotic questioning that would get you eliminated from the suitor process. 

Oh, perish the thought! And miss out on this classical-music-dick-measuring-contest you have them doing?

-Ew seriously, Francis, Vivaldi? Why don’t you turn up to Justin Bieber while you’re at it.

Man, what a zinger! Good times. JOJO PICK A FUCKING DUDE ALREADY SO I CAN MOVE THE OTHERS OUT THE LOT IS LAGGY AS SHIT

-I lost the dick measuring contest and my punishment is sleeping on the couch.

KILL HIM IN HIS SLEEP MELODY

-Maybe later, Real Housewives of Pleasantview is on, Cassandra is getting dragged for the pigtails!!

-Ha, look at this Vivaldi-listening losér! Point at him and laugh, everyone!

-Who’s laughing now, bitch? Not you with that hoof right in your French-whore mouth!

-Ugh, aren’t you late for the beans-on-toast feast, you limey piece of merde?

Not since the 100 Years War have French-British tensions ran this high. Of course that one was for a throne, while this one..

-Is for something far more important.. Our heart.

LMAO Jojo please be serious, you don’t have a heart.

-We absolutely do and it’s made out of pure gold.

Yea I guess, I mean gold is a metal after all! 

-Do you really think you should be eating decaying Chinese food, mon cheri? You’re going to need a soda to digest it and you know it’s too cold for your teeth!

-Wyatt, I don’t pay you to think, I pay you to sit across from me and look pretty, and occasionally to scooch down next to me so I look taller.

-You actually don’t pay me at all.

-Yes and obviously I’m getting my money’s worth.

Wow Jojo tone it down, your gold heart is shinning so brightly I’m gonna go blind!

Precious Gunther has added three new addictions to his existing sex one! A) working out in this atrocious outfit.

B) blowing bubbles from dawn to dusk.

and c) and the most disturbing one, constantly being alone in enclosed spaces with his brother’s intended, Brit Brit. At first I wasn’t too worried about it, thinking Brit is a popularity sim so it’s only natural..but then..

I SEE THIS. GODDAMMIT GUNTHER WHY MUST YOU HAVE CHEMISTRY WITH EVERYONE

-Man idk, it’s almost supernatural. Blame it on God ;)

UGH I don’t even know who I hate more, your whore ass-

-or this fucking llama that hasn’t gone home in 3 days and is eating all our pizza. 

-I just feel so accepted here, like I’m part of the family, you know? 

GET OUT

Speaking of furries, not even the cow will approach the fucking cowplant, jfc. I mean you’d expect some kind of kinship there but nop. Great job Jojo, you killed a dozen secret society members for a defective cowplant.

-Mooo :(

I don’t know which one of you did that but stfu, I can’t anymore with this flop ass household!!!1

ANYWAY back to Brit and Daniel, it seems like my Gunther concerns were baseless, since these two remain eternally into each other, always autonomously doing cute crap.

-Oh Daniel, let me serenade you with the song of your people!  

The kings made us drunk with fumes,
peace among us, war to the tyrants!
Let the armies go on strike,
stocks in the air, and break ranks.
If they insist, these cannibals
on making heroes of us,
they will know soon that our bullets
are for our own generals  ♪

ROMANCE ISN’T DEAD

In other news, allow me to present you all with Melody’s personality panel. I was under the false impression that being the child of Wanda and Stephen she was.. nice?? But nop, total Union freak material! We hit the jackpot once again. Now her best friendship with bitch Brit makes total sense.

-Honestly girl, this janky ass house is such a step down from the sorority, I spend half the day thinking of ways to peace out.

-Ugh I know, I was on the fence at first but can you really put a price on good d?

-Aw, what are my beautiful hens cackling about? May I join?

-No.

-I was about to make a math joke but I doubt you gals would get it, amirite? As Barbie said, math is hard!

- I’m a literal math major.

-Oh I know, Mel, good for you! Affirmative action works wonders!

KILL HIM AND HIS HAREM WE DON’T NEED THE LAG

It’s another day in paradise. Daniel has finally cracked and gone full Komei, autonomously cleaning shit even though we have a maid..

Melody ate a ton of burnt grilled cheese and is non-stop throwing up..

AND THIS BULLSHIT IS STILL GOING ON. STOP IN THE NAME OF LOVE

-What?? We’re just talking, GAWD

No you’re not “””just talking””” you’re gossiping and doing sexy whispers, I KNOW YOUR TRICKS GUNTHER-

-I don’t mean to interrupt but I think you’re focusing on the wrong issue here?

OH AM I?? DO TELL

-LOOK OUTSIDE BITCH

Nice try whores, nothing is happening outside-

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMM WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK. WHAT. 

-That’s right, Ti-Ning and I are in love now!

……………………….FRAN THIS BETTER BE SOME DRY ASS BRITISH HUMOR 

-Nop! We got tired of waiting for Jojo and we decided the best way to handle it was to suddenly make out in front of him even tho we have never even flirted before!

THIS LITERALLY CANNOT BE HAPPENING

-Well it is, so best accept it and we can all move on :)

Oh yea certainly, I mean if anything Jojo is known for his ability to forgive and forget!

See the ghost of Ti-Ning indeed! Finally a wish Jojo and I share. 

TI-NING OMFG THIS LACK OF SHAME

-Haha!!! Finally I’m free to be as gross as I want >:) 

Well.. enjoy it while it lasts.

-The hell does that mean??

Nothing, just you know, none of us know when our time will come.. only that it will. The curse of human existence, one might say. Only we among the animal world know that we will die. Memento mori, Ti-Ning. And we will memento you. 

-..Yea, maybe it’s time I move out?

I mean, you can try..

..but like the curse from It Follows, it follows. It being Jojo. How you holding up boo?

-Oh, I’m great, can’t you tell?

You know what might help? Some of your beloved homework! Do something useful, get your mind off this stuff..

“Sending The First Human to Mercury and Leaving Him There: A Very Specific Space Exploration Proposal” 

-Jojό!! I’m writing about how I finally won your heart but please don’t look, I’m gonna read this at our wedding!

-Yea I literally couldn’t care less about you and your thoughts/feelings/etc, what was left of my heart is dead and gone and now there’s only a black hole there.. Oh we could also send Ti-Ning to a black hole if Mercury doesn’t work. Nice.

-UGH how are you even still alive and breathing the same air as me and not dead from shame like you should be, you vile adulteress???

-OH PLEASE you’re just mad cause Fran and I realized we can do better than your mega-jaw ass. If not for the endless supply of bubbles around here blurring our vision this would have happened weeks ago!

-I’m going to strangle you in your sleep and my jaw will be the last thing you see.

-Your jaw would be the last thing I saw even if I died on the moon.

-MAYBE YOU WILL

…………………well I guess it’s official then. And if the above didn’t seal it..

..this definitely did. God have mercy on me, what a shitshow.

While Tin and Fran are woohooing, Jojo attempts to end his troubles once and for all by running out of the house and into a thunder fire. Thankfully the rain puts it out quickly and all we’re left with is critically low hygiene. 

Man, serving Penguin teas! You have the entire look down, Jo. I’d tell you to audition for Gotham but that’s extremely bad career advice

-Oh god, I almost died!!!! 

Aw I know, but don’t worry you’re safe now <3

-No I mean I came so close but didn’t make it.. :(

Jojo please, if anything, live to kill Ti-Ning and Francis. You owe it to yourself.

As soon as Fran and Tin are done, guess who rushes in to gossip next to the bed. ISTG YOU ASSHOLES, BREAK IT THE FUCK UP BEFORE I THROW YOU OUT THAT WINDOW

-Whatever, we’d just land on Jojo trying to set himself on fire.

-LOL oh Brit you’re so funny!

I HATE THIS HOUSE

-HAD FUN, DID WE YOU SLUT

-Get him, Jojό!

Honestly Wyatt, I get being supportive but I’m really starting to worry about you, even demeaning yourself has its limits..

..especially since Jojo continues to be a massive freakshow. Good lord.

-Oh Francis, don’t tell Wyatt cause you know how he gets, but your total disregard for my existence is making me see you in a whole new, hot, light..

Man, good thing Wyatt isn’t standing 3 steps away from you!

Oh yes, loving this dinner. An ocean between us..

-I wouldn’t eat that third slice if I was you, Ti-Ning. Your funeral day is fast approaching, don’t you want to look nice for it? 

-Well you’ll be there so it doesn’t matter, everyone will be looking at your jaw.

Yes, what a wonderful night. Now let’s all go to bed and hopefully everyone will have calmed down a little by tomorrow!

LMAO yea idk what I was thinking.

-Strangle me in my sleep? How about I strangle you in broad daylight???

I can’t believe I’m saying this, but.. poor Jojo. Not only did he get his ass beat, but to literally add insult to the injury-

-everyone is lusting after Gunther during his defeat. Jfc, I’d want to set myself on fire too.

Oh here we go, Gunther to the rescue! 

-How dare you beat up my brother even though he attacked you first? Prepare to die!

-Whatever, I’ve been preparing for that for the last couple days!

Aw, Gunther is such a good brother/giant loser depending on the outcome of this fight.

VINDICATION. Bravo, Gunther, defending our non-existent family honor!

Daniel, in true Daniel fashion, slept through this entire shitshow, which might be the smartest thing he’s ever done.

Oop, spoke too soon. Say what you want about Gunther and Daniel but man do they both love Jojo! Truly god knows why.

-So Brit, you’re studying poli-sci, can you think of a peaceful resolution to this? Haha!

-YOU STFU TI-NING MY FINALS ARE TODAY MY GPA IS ALREADY IN THE TOILET AND NOW IM GONNA FLOP CAUSE YOU ASSHOLES SPENT THE WHOLE NIGHT FUCKING AND THE WHOLE DAY FIGHTING AND I HAVEN’T SLEPT AT ALL DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL I’M GONNA BURN THIS PLACE TO THE FUCKING GROUND IF YOU TRY ME

Well, you might not need to Brit! WHAT IS UP WITH THIS HYPER-FLAMMABLE CACTUS

Brit returns from her finals with a free pizza! How’d you do, Brit?

-Saved by the nightie again!

NOICE. Got a freebie pizza from it too?

-No, I found it in the garbage. My gift to Francis and Ti-Ning for their 3 day anniversary! 

Jojo’s official greek house portrait coming along nicely! Wow he looks very majestic..

..Instagram vs Real Life.

-Bowling is so satisfying if you pretend the pins are your former lovers’ genitals!

Whatever coping method works for you boo!

Gunther and Ti-Ning are officially enemies which is hilarious because not even Jojo is enemies with him?? Follow your bliss, Guns!

In an impressive display of brotherly synchronicity we have double slapping across the room. Double the slapping for half the time, Jojo is as always a true capitalist.

JOJO!! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU WON! So proud of my baby <3 I’m ofc kidding, this shit has gotten old really fast and I extremely feel Brit watching uninterested. ENOUGH  

HARD MOOD. Brit is honestly on another level than the rest of us basics. What an icon.

For some reason I bothered to fulfill Ti-Ning’s want to learn that relationship maintenance or w/e lifetime skill (talk about money down the drain) and the irony of this pop up text almost sent me to an early grave. And we know who’s going to an early grave today..

IT’S CAKE TIME. REACH OUT, TI-NING. YOU KNOW YOU WANT IT

FINALLY. GOODBYE FIGHTING AND INSANE LAG

JESUS JOJO. STONE. COLD.

Ice Cube would like to say,
that I’m a crazy muthafucka from around the way,
since I was a youth, I smoked weed out,
now I’m the muthafucka that ya read about,
takin’ a life or two,
that’s what the hell I do, you don’t like how I’m livin
well fuck you ♪

Wyatt and Brit were on their way to react to Ti-Ning’s little accident but somehow got sidetracked and are now randomly arguing on the porch. Honestly I don’t even know what’s going on anymore, I’ve lost all control of this household.

Jojo rushes over to celebrate Ti-Ning’s demise by immediately slapping the shit out of his grieving lover! Whenever you think we can’t possibly sink any lower, think again. Like right now, after the slapping, are you thinking we can’t sink any lower?????????????????????????????

THINK. AGAIN.

ARE YOU SCREAMING? CAUSE I DID

YUP THIS IS HAPPENING

IT’S REAL

IT’S. REAL. THERE ARE NOT ENOUGH CURSE WORDS IN ANY LANGUAGE TO EXPRESS MY FEELINGS

FUCK YOU FRANCIS. FUCK. YOU. YOU’RE GETTING MURDERED SO FUCKING HARD YOU UNBELIEVABLE ASSHOLE. I’M FUCKING DONE. JOJO YOU’RE GONNA DIE ALONE TIME FOR ALL OF US TO ACCEPT THAT REALITY. WE STARTED OUT WITH 3 CANDIDATES AND ENDED UP HERE. HOW THE EVERLOVING FUCK DID THIS HAPPEN FRANCIS AND WYATT HAVE. 1 BOLT. ONE. WYATT IS A FAMILY SIM I’M SO PISSED OFF I NEED TO TAKE A MOMENT

OK. In my 10 years of playing I have never wanted to quit without saving more than with this bullshit. Look at fucking Fran’s smug ass face and moron Wyatt putting on an Oscar worthy performance of shock and regret. YOU SHOULD HAVE SAID NO, YOU SHOULD HAVE GONE HOME WYATT. What the FUCK are we gonna do now???? I guess good thing Max Flexor survived the cage of death. GOD.DAMMIT

theprodigalrobot  asked:

Can you talk a little bit about your experience at design school? and working as a designer? I know this is kind of vague, but like. What was your program like? How did you get your current job? What do you do day-to-day? I'm currently in college and I'm trying to decide whether to stay a biology major or switch to an art or design program. I know I'd be good at the art thing, and I might like it better than biology, but. I've been scared away from pursuing art for a long time. thanks :)

HI IM SO SORRY THAT IT TOOK ME LIKE 900 YEARS TO ANSWER THIS I JUST WANTED TO GIVE YOU A GOOD ANSWER

I’m gonna break this answer into design school and working full time as a designer, since they’re kind of very different things, especially given my specific design job.

DESIGN SCHOOL

It’s cool because it doesn’t feel like school
This experience may vary from program to program, but in my design program they didn’t treat us like students. It was like the teachers were the art directors at a design firm and we were their designers. Homework didn’t feel like homework. It felt like a job. I haven’t felt like a student since I graduated high school, and that’s really good preparation for the professional world.

You really need to fend for yourself
Another thing that may vary between programs. In my design school, we’d have VERY open-ended assignments. For example, I’d get the assignment “design an interactive iPad magazine” and they’d basically give us a 30 minute tutorial on Digital Publishing Suite and be like “OKAY NOW GO MAKE IT.” The thing about working with design software is that they’re really complicated and powerful so it’s hard to actually sit down and teach an entire class how to use them, so we had to teach ourselves a lot of this stuff. I’m almost entirely self-taught when it comes to Adobe programs, as are a lot of people from my program. That’s a really good thing, in my opinion. Again, it’s very good preparation for the professional world.

You will not sleep
Design school was VERY HARD PHYSICALLY for me, but the intensity of a person’s experience in design school depends entirely on the program they enroll in. I went to a design school that’s infamous for the difficulty of the program. Junior and senior year I would be pulling all-nighters EVERY WEEK OF THE SEMESTER, FROM THE FIRST WEEK OF THE SEMESTER. This is no exaggeration. For two straight years, I needed to think of my days as 48-hour periods, rather than 24-hour periods, because the volume of work was just that intense. I lost 30 lbs in undergrad and was always sick and anxious and was in therapy twice a week because it’s very intense, but also I am OBSESSED with graphic design and loved every minute even though I also thought I was dying the entire time!!

IT’S SO FUCKING EXPENSIVE TO BE A DESIGN STUDENT
Again, may vary depending on the program. But in my program we had to produce hand-made comps of all of our print work. Paper and printing is expensive as fuck, especially for ambitious one-off student stuff. A lot of us opted to buy our own large-format printers and keep them in our apartments to avoid paying out the nose for school printing. And if you don’t want to depend on school lab hours, you need a laptop (preferably a Mac), Adobe programs (I sprung for Creative Cloud), and, in my program, an iPad was an absolute requirement. It’s SO. EXPENSIVE. 

The difference between majoring in graphic design vs fine art
I originally went to art school for fine art before I discovered graphic design. I studied fine art in Rome. I love fine art. I just love graphic design A LOT MORE and that’s because the real purpose of graphic design is COMMUNICATION. Fine art is subjective, whereas graphic design is problem solving. It’s way more intellectually stimulating, in my opinion. Yes, there are always tons of different ways to solve a design problem, but there are also wrong answers to design problems. You don’t have the crutch of subjectivity to lean on with design. I LOVE THAT. 


WORKING AS A FULL-TIME DESIGNER

How I got my job
I actually got really lucky. There were two major factors in me getting my job: timing and the kind of designer my current company was looking for.

  • TIMING: I graduated undergrad in the “off semester,” meaning my last semester was the fall semester. (I needed to take an extra semester because I was really sick my junior year and needed to drop a core course.) This served me really well, because the job market wasn’t saturated with a bunch of other recent design grads. Way less competition.
  • THE KIND OF DESIGNER MY COMPANY WAS LOOKING FOR: I work for a marketing firm that had never employed an in-house designer before they hired me. They’d always contracted out. Hiring me was the start of a new business structure for them after 30 years of only employing writers. Because this was a new situation for everyone, they were comfortable hiring a young and inexperienced (and therefore cheap) designer. They were comfortable with the idea of the company and the designer growing together. That’s a seriously rare set-up. I really lucked out that they happened to be looking for that kind of setup.
  • Also, of course, I was persistent about getting my resume out there. From the September of my final semester (I graduated in December) on, I was sending out my resume to every single job opening I could find – so at least 5 a day. I’ve been an AIGA member for years, and I used the hell out of their job boards, and that’s how I found the listing for my current job.

What I do day-to-day
I’m the in-house designer at a marketing firm. This means that I do all of our in-house branding, I do some client work, and I also project manage/act as company liaison to outside design firms that we partner with for big projects. (I love that part of my job because I’ve gotten to see the workflows and processes of so many other incredible designers all while working this one job!)

It’s pretty cool because I’m the only designer there – I’m the entire design department. As a result, I kind of need to figure out how to do a little bit of everything, often on the fly! It keeps me on my toes and I love that!

I’m just gonna list off a bunch of things I’ve done, since there isn’t a day-to-day schedule:

  • Designing in-house marketing materials for the firm. (A lot of what we do is sending proposals/reports to clients, because a lot of what we do is communications strategy. So it’s TONS of pages of text. I need to make all of that shit look interesting/readable so that clients actually take us seriously.) We also sponsor marketing industry conferences and stuff like that to promote ourselves, so I sometimes get to do large-scale signage for our firm, which is kind of an interesting departure.
  • Print publications for clients (I’ve done viewbooks, briefing papers, brochures, stuff like that)
  • Ads for clients (I just recently did an ad campaign for a client that involved digital ads on Facebook/Twitter/Instagram and large-scale transit ads, and a Snapchat geofilter for an event the client was doing. That was SUPER FUN.)
  • Branding (I’ve done logos for capital campaigns for clients and even got to rebrand a client earlier this year, which is SUPER FUN and where a lot of the true creative/conceptual work comes in!)
  • Interactive iPad donor invitations for big name donors to raise funds for a certain new museum in DC that has been making noise at lately. (Obama spoke at the opening!!)
  • I often need to pinch-hit for our outside design firm partners, meaning sometimes they won’t have the time to do a part of a campaign of materials themselves, so I kind of parachute in and do the work. I LOVE doing this stuff because it means I need to mimic the styles of designers that I really admire.
    • For example, we’re doing a huge campaign for a private boarding school that involves both advertisements and admissions materials. The principal firm (art directed by a former professor of mine and one of my favorite designers!) doesn’t have time to handle the ads, so I do those using a design system that they came up with. Same for some of the minor admissions materials, like a student handbook. The principal firm came up with the color scheme and the type system and the general grid, and I did the book. It’s super fun to do, actually.
    • THE COOLEST PINCH HITTER JOB I EVER HAD TO DO: We recently partnered with another of my favorite design firms to do a viewbook for a certain well-known college that used to be women-only. We wanted the final spread to include a hand-drawn chalk mural. The partner design firm didn’t have the capabilities in-house to do the mural, and my firm didn’t want to pay an outside chalk artist to do it. So they had me design and execute the chalk mural. I’d never done that kind of project, but figured it out and now my chalk mural has a full spread in this beautiful viewbook designed by one of my favorite designers!!
  • One of my coworkers and I are working on a small promotional piece as a gift to a client to promote our motion graphics capabilities. Basically we’re gonna make a simple animated holiday card for them to send out to big name donors. (It’s just gonna be a gif embedded in an email but it’ll be beautiful!) 
  • I actually have a lot of down time at my job. Sometimes we just have slow weeks, because that’s how the work schedules are falling. (Sometimes all of my drafts will be in the clients’ hands waiting for comments so I’ll have nothing to do.) During that down time, I’m always teaching myself new skills using courses on lynda.com. I’m currently working on becoming a WordPress developer, and I’m also working on figuring out a strategy to do dynamic iPad design now that Adobe phased out DPS as part of the CC suite, since that’s currently the only way I know how to do iPad design!

TL;DR: Graphic design is a great industry that is growing rapidly right now. You can definitely make money in design. You can definitely find a job in design. That being said, IF YOU WANT TO GET INTO GRAPHIC DESIGN, IT REALLY HELPS TO BE OBSESSED. You just really need to be willing to not sleep for a few years during school, and you need to be a self-starter as a designer because you will never learn all of the necessary skills in school. I’m teaching myself new skills every day at work, and that just comes with the territory of the profession.

Pink

Joint venture with @heart-attack-harry

Chapter 5

Niall

It had been almost a week since the party.  A week of not talking to Fiona at all.  She wouldn’t answer me no matter what I did.  

I tried apologizing.

Nothing.

I tried being cute.

Nothing.

I tried being funny.

Nothing.

I thought about going to Starbucks but cornering her at work where she couldn’t escape seemed rude.  So I did the next best thing.  I parked my ass outside of her house and waited until she got home.

I played every game on my phone at least twice.  I organized my Spotify into playlists.  I even went through and cleaned out my contacts.

She finally drove up after four hours.  She slowed when she saw my truck, she knew I was here.  I stepped out onto the street, closing my door and shoving my hands into my pockets.  

She rolled her eyes, I could see it from where I was standing it was so pronounced.  She pulled her car into the driveway and killed the engine.  I waited until she got out, which she took her sweet time doing, I might add.

She locked the door and made her way towards me, looking both ways before she crossed the street.  She folded her arms over her chest,

“Hey.”  She said after a few moments of awkward silence.

If I’d have been smarter I’d have sat in my truck for the last four hours and figured out what I was going to say.  But, I didn’t.

I took a breath,

“Pink-”

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Too Late (CACW Peter Parker/Spiderman x Reader, pt.1)

i got my brother to listen my chemical romance and he’s actually doing it cool

this is only part one, part two will be up real soon

-Jazz

Request; can you do an imagine where peter missed so many dates with reader and she just couldn’t do it anymore (they know about spiderman) they ended up having a huge fight and breaking up in the end but then peter realised couldn’t live without her and tried to win her back or something??? I know this is a lot and you can change some parts but yeah, thanks!

Other characters featured; aunt may 

KEY

Y/N - Your name

Y/L/N - Your Last Name

Warnings; break ups, i think there might be language in there too

Word count; 1163


Originally posted by adorkablesp1der


The first time Peter forgot to turn up to a date, you brushed it off. It would be odd for someone to turn up to every event at the correct time everytime, and you honestly didn’t think nothing of it.

The second time he forgot to turn up to a date, you brushed it off again. Everyone makes mistakes, right? You told yourself that he was human, and that it would just be a one off.

By the third time, you knew Peter was Spiderman. The first thing he said to you after the reveal was that nothing between you two would change, that you would always stay his number one priority, and that he would never put anything before you.

But it kept happening - And not just with dates. 

What was a perfect relationship had become a one-sided love story with effort coming from only you. He wasn’t turning up at school, returning your calls or even answering your texts.

‘Peter!’ You whisper-shouted, chucking a paper ball at the back of his head. He’d turned up to school an hour late, come straight into biology, sat in front of you and ignored you. 

Your boyfriend turned to face you. He looked awful - His left eye was bruised, his right (and only intact) eye had a huge bag underneath it and his lip was bust.

‘Sorry.’ Peter mouthed back, turning his attention back to the teacher at the front.

There aren’t many words to describe how your relationship deteriorating felt. Heartbroken was one of them, but it wasn’t strong enough to even begin to explain the pain.

A bad attendance at school was only the beginning of the downfall. You went from spending every second together to rarely being together - You’d gone from relying on one another in a sort of blissful co-existence to dreading the awkward, almost forced exchanges of words in the off moment that you actually saw him.

You leaned against your locker, sighing to yourself. Was he even gonna turn up today? Was it worth the wait-

Your trance was broken by your boyfriend running through the halls, frantically towards you with an exhausted expression.

‘Oh, you actually turned up on time for school. You’ve been good at being late for things. I mean, good at being late for things that you actually bother to turn up to.’ You greeted Peter, passive-aggressive.

‘Holy crap. We had a date last night, didn’t we?’

You didn’t reply.

‘Y/N, I am so sorry!’ 

‘Whatever, Peter. I’m used to it now.’

‘No, please don’t say that-’

‘I have to get to class. I’ll see you at lunch.’

‘I won’t be here at lunch, I have a meeting with-’

‘Let me guess - with SHIELD?’ You slammed your locker, sighing to yourself. ‘Look, I’m happy you’re doing stuff for SHIELD now. It’s amazing, in fact. And I’m not asking you to spend every waking second with me, but you can’t even find time to eat lunch with me.’

You didn’t let him reply, instead you picked up your bag and walked away, unaware of the fact that both of you were feeling just as heartbroken as one another.

Neither of you wanted it to end - Your feelings hadn’t changed. You were still deeply in love with the slightly frustrating nerd, and his feelings were just as strong. But could you do it?  

You didn’t actually call quits until he stopped turning up at school. Breaktime and lunch were the one time you got to see him, and it might as well have been considered a long distance relationship.

You made time for him on a Wednesday morning, just before school - Not to go and spend time with him, but to go and tell him it was over.

You nervously knocked on his Aunt’s door, your breathing shaky. There were footsteps and May swung open the door, her face lighting up when she saw you.

‘Y/N!’ She grinned. ‘I haven’t seen you in so long! Come in!’

You knew the poor woman was oblivious to everything - to Spiderman, to SHIELD, and to what her nephew got up to when she thought he was safe in bed at the unholy hours of the evening.

‘Do you want some breakfast?’

‘Uhm, I’m okay thank you. Is Peter around?’

‘He’s still asleep. The poor kid got a black eye in a fight yesterday at school.

Bullshit you thought, he didn’t turn up at school yesterday.

‘Ah yeah, you know what teenage boys are like.’ You laughed, although it was empty. ‘Is it cool if I go check on him?’

‘Be my guest!’

You smiled half-heartedly and headed towards his door, tapping your knuckles on the paneled wood.

‘Yeah?’

You opened it up and stepped inside. ‘Hey, Pete.’

‘Y/N! How are you?’ Peter sat up from his bed. He looked worse than you’d seen before - Brusied, beaten and bust. There was a gang in Queen’s that he’d been trying to take out.

You hadn’t seen him in a week and a half, and it was almost like seeing an old school friend after ten years, having bumped into them in a supermarket, where you exchange small talk, promise to meet up for coffee and then never see them again.

‘I can’t stay for long.’ You murmured. ‘School starts soon. I came over a few days ago though, and no one was in. You’re never in, these days.’ You stopped, sighing. ‘I’m not gonna say anymore. I’m not gonna stop you, or tell you that you’ve been pushing me aside. I just came to say that…That…I’m breaking up with you.’

He tried to open his mouth to speak. It all suddenly hit him at once - A giant slap of reality, right across his cheek, bound to leave a mark. He was losing you, the one person who meant the world to him, because he put everything before you, and broken every promise he’d ever made.

‘Y/N, no. Please. Please, don’t do this-’

‘I’m sorry, I can’t-’

‘I’ll change, I promise. I’ll tell SHIELD I can’t do it full-time. I’ll come back to school, I’ll do anything.’

‘I can’t make you do any of that, especially not for me. You clearly chose to dedicate your time and effort to SHIELD, and it would be all for nothing if you go back on it now. People change, Pete - That’s what’s happened. You’ve changed, I’ve changed, but we haven’t done it together. Good luck, though.’

‘Please-’

‘It’s for the best, okay? I can’t know for sure that the same thing isn’t gonna happen again, and frankly, leaving now and not knowing is probably less painful than sticking round and facing the chance of going through this again.’

It seemed as though you stunned him into frozen silence, because you managed to pick up your bag, quietly walk out his room, pass Aunt May and leave the the apartment without him following you or shouting.

The Art of Flirting -- Minseok

Originally posted by minxiuseok

Art is not your forte.

The most your meager skills can produce is a shoddy stick figure drawn in pencil or a very convincing snake made out of clay.  It’s not even something you enjoy, really.  There are better things you could do with your time, like read a book or eat potato chips or watch a 30 hour documentary on taxidermy.

So why are you here right now?

Sitting in a rec center room filled with ten other adults and plopped behind a small desk, your growing anxiety is blocking out whatever reasons you thought up for joining a watercolor painting class.  This is going to be a bigger trainwreck than the time a drunk Jongdae tried to do a backflip and almost knocked himself out.  You entertain the thought of grabbing your purse from the floor and getting the hell out of this place when your previously forgotten reasons waltz into the room with cherry blossom petals trailing behind him.

“Hello, everyone.  My name is Minseok and I’ll be your teacher today.”

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Make Happy Starter Pack
  • Mix of comedy, deep stuff, out of context stuff, and potentially NSFW-ish sentences.
  • "Ladies if you feel me, say hell yeah!"
  • "Fellas if you feel me, say hell yeah!"
  • "Virgins, if you haven't felt a person, say hell yeah!"
  • "If you like drinking booze, let me hear you say hell yeah!"
  • "If you like smoking weed, let me hear you say hell yeah!"
  • "I can't wrap my mind around exactly why I'm here."
  • "I know you paid money."
  • "I should be funny."
  • "Look at the world. I don't know why I'm here."
  • "I would love to tell you that everything is fine."
  • "You wanna be happy... Well, get in line!"
  • "It gets old after a few minutes."
  • "Let's get this show started."
  • "I already fucked it up."
  • "Haters gonna hate. Lovers gonna love."
  • "You have to reject both sides of the spectrum to leave a healthy middle."
  • "Stop participating."
  • "Not a participatory thing going on up here."
  • "Did you not think I was gonna use this, idiot(s)?"
  • "It's not a prop."
  • "I've got a lot of problems in my life."
  • "I got no one to talk to."
  • "There's everyone and then there is just me."
  • "If I could change, don't you think that I'd do it?"
  • "God only knows, why he cursed me to be ________/(a straight white man)"
  • "I state my problems, other people roll their eyes."
  • "Three trips to the mall, zero _______ in my size."
  • "I've never been the victim of a random search for drugs."
  • "You can't say my life is easy."
  • "I know the road looks though ahead."
  • "Can't you just leave us alone?"
  • "Also, 'no' to the things you asked for."
  • "They are being greedy and they know it."
  • "Everyone thinks that I got it easy."
  • "Just because it's true, doesn't mean that it's right."
  • "So pull up a chair and put down your pitchforks."
  • "We still do, but it's not as fun now."
  • "If you were offended by that, it was ironic."
  • "Isn't that fun?"
  • "I meant the whole opposite of it."
  • "White guys... it's easy to be a white guy."
  • "We deserve a cheer once in a while."
  • "We invented a lot of stuff."
  • "Everything but peanut butter."
  • "Your grandkids are going to see this."
  • "Put the lights down."
  • "Their faces creep me out."
  • "I'm not perfect, ok?"
  • "Twice in a week? What is this?"
  • "Do you want to sing a song with me?"
  • "Hey, _____, guess what?"
  • "You're a (insert insult here)."
  • "So I was interrupted the other day-"
  • "Can you turn the lights off at least?"
  • "Why was it on a record player?"
  • "It's gonna outlive me."
  • "Do not give those dumb fucks any credit."
  • "It's all me baby, all me."
  • "How dare you make that joke so late!"
  • "I like poetry."
  • "Do not veer credit to people outside this building!"
  • "Two examples is enough."
  • "I'm right in the sweet spot."
  • "I could give that money to a homless person. But I don't do that very often."
  • "Tomorrow is a relative term. We're not getting there."
  • "You don't know where I'm going, so don't act like it."
  • "You're not ahead of me."
  • "I will retain the element of surprise."
  • "I'm trying to break out of that."
  • "This might not work."
  • "________, I heard you had sex with an older woman last night?"
  • "How does he do it?"
  • "I'm not honest for a second up here."
  • "I think country music gets a bad rep."
  • "A dirt road, a cold beer, blue jeans, a red pick-up."
  • "No shoes, no shirt."
  • "Sort of a mental typo."
  • "I could sing in mandarin."
  • "I own a private ranch that I rarely use. I don't like dirt."
  • "Now it's time to talk to the ladies."
  • "Good girl in a straw head."
  • "Thought it was a human woman."
  • "That is a scarecrow."
  • "I'm wanting you. I hope you're feeling me."
  • "You don't know what land you're in...?"
  • "They are lying to you, that's all."
  • "You deserve better."
  • "I'm not saying I'm it, but I'm the person that says you deserve better."
  • "It's the end of culture."
  • "We lost."
  • "How is this entertainment?"
  • "I saw a gorgeous dick. I was in a public restroom."
  • "You're not picturing this."
  • "I need to earn it."
  • "You need to earn it."
  • "There's more where that came from."
  • "Ladies, I know where that came from."
  • "You want a guy that's sweet."
  • "This ugy only exists in your mind."
  • "Guess what? You're right."
  • "If you want love, lower your expectations a few."
  • "Prince Charming would never settle for you."
  • "Just pick a guy and love him."
  • "Just pick a girl and love him."
  • "You wan't a girl that is noce, a girl that is not."
  • "A real girl, a hot girl, a really hot girl!"
  • "She's real, but last week she died."
  • "You might think you dick is a gift, I promise it's not."
  • "I won't settle for less than perfect."
  • "Deep down we know we don't deserve it."
  • "We all deserve love."
  • "We all suck, but love can make us suck less."
  • "It's the very best part of being alive."
  • "Original does not mean good."
  • "Anyone can do anything."
  • "What is it good for?"
  • "I don't want to get political..."
  • "They just liked the lights, I didn't even need to do jokes."
  • "Yeah, you like that?"
  • "Honey are you ok?"
  • "Are you drunk?"
  • "What's behind your back?"
  • "It's a jar of peanut butter. Alright? Sue me."
  • "Why are you holding a jar of mayonnaise."
  • "I'll clean it up."
  • "You'll make it worse if you try it."
  • "Who are you talking to?"
  • "You just gestured to the sink."
  • "I bought something."
  • "Sit in silence."
  • "Nothing tastes better than not getting sued."
  • "You don't want that desperate sort of cloying thing."
  • "I'm just overpaid, ok?"
  • "I sound mean and rude."
  • "Let a professional hear it."
  • "Stick your tongue in a plug."
  • "Hold your breath until it's gone."
  • "Take your pants off!"
  • "You think it's ok because I'm a dude?"
  • "You think it's ok because he is a dude?"
  • "It's over."
  • "We shouldn't fight to stay together just to fight again."
  • "We need to take a break from us to make it right again."
  • "Honestly are you fucking five?"
  • "I've got my father's temper. I'm emotionally inarticulate."
  • "I'm hurting inside, I'm trying to hide it."
  • "I thought you were lashing out in anger."
  • "I deserve better than you."
  • "Sorry, you're not what I need."
  • "What am I talking about, you know?"
  • "It's about... but for real, what is it about?"
  • "No one gives a shit about what we think!"
  • "The arrogant is taught."
  • "It's prison. It's horrific"
  • "I know very little about anything."
  • "He talked about his problems."
  • "I thought... maybe I could do this."
  • "Can I say my shit, _______?"
  • "I got lots of shit to say."
  • "I can't fit my hand insdie a pringle can."
  • "It's way too small."
  • "You think you can. I know you can't"
  • "Just... make them wider?"
  • "I wanna have a daughter."
  • "But that is priority numero uno."
  • "I don't go to the gym 'cause I'm self concious about my body."
  • "I'm self concious about my body because I don't go to the gym."
  • "Irony can be so painful."
  • "Dude, you should have warned me."
  • "No one wants to have a messx burrito."
  • "I wouldn't have gotten the _______ if I knew it wouldn't fit."
  • "I wouldn't have got half of it."
  • "I'm ok with small mistakes."
  • "I don't think that I can handle this right now."
  • "I can sit here an pretend that my biggest problems are pringle cans and burritos."
  • "The truth is my biggest problem is you."
  • "I want to please you but stay true to myself."
  • "Part of me loves you, part of me hates you, part of you needs you, part of me fears you."
  • "I should probably just shut up."
  • "You can tell them anything."
  • ""I hope you're happy."
  • "Oh, good, it's just us."
  • "If you hated it, it's fair."
  • "On a scale of one to zero, ________?"
  • "Are you happy?"
  • "But what the fuck kind of question is 'are you happy'?"
  • "Oh god, my dad was right."
  • "You're everything you hated. Are you happy?"
  • "Hey, look, Mom, I made it! Are you happy?"
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my drabble for the amazing Sam’s birthday project. this is more angsty than any birthday fanfiction should be, my apologies 

917 words, gen, angst, pg-13

warning for brief mentions of gore and torture (your typical hell stuff)

soulless!sam/sam in hell

Sam washes his hands.

The bathroom is pretty small and smells kinda nasty, but he doesn’t really care, mechanically rubbing his palms together, sending the grime and mud and blood of the passing day down the drain.

Just another diner, another night, another speck on the map he doesn’t give a damn about. Another hunt came and went. He’s been awfully productive lately, even if it came at a cost of a bait or two. These people should’ve known better than to put themselves in these situations — climbing into abandoned buildings, ‘cause, hey, it might be fun and spooky to take some photos amidst the ruins, walking the bad side of the town late at night or doing other shit that gets people in horror movies killed. They should really know better. That was just your basic natural selection at work.

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