emotionally invested in you

Pixar Book Tag

I was tagged by @deadpoetsmusings…Thanks! :)

Toy Story—A book where you wanted the characters to come to life.
Definitely Harry Potter, although I think I was more interested in just having the settings come to life, to be honest.

A Bug’s Life—A character who goes through a transformation.
Paige from The Bone Season series.

Up—A book that quickly made you become emotionally invested.
The Darkest Minds is probably one of the books that has sucked me in super quickly.  I love all of those characters so much.

Finding Nemo—A book that has an address or quote that’s burned into your memory forever.

  • Harry Potter - Number 4 Privet Drive and 12 Grimmauld Place
  • The Book Thief: “I am haunted by humans.”

The Incredibles—Coolest book family.
The Weasleys from Harry Potter come to mind.  

Monsters Inc—A strong character develops a soft side for someone.
Liesel Meminger for Rudy Steiner from The Book Thief. Be still, my heart.  I’ll always cry over those two.

Cars 1, 2, 3—A book that keeps getting sequels you feel are not needed.
The ACOTAR series from Sarah Maas.  I’m so annoyed she added a bunch of other books instead of just finishing her series like planned.

Ratatouille—A book featuring a non-human/humanoid.
A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle.

Brave—Name a book with a strong mother/daughter relationship.
Where’d You Go Bernadette by Maria Semple

Inside Out—Name a book that could be one of your core memories.
There are so many…Harry Potter, A Wrinkle in Time, Nancy Drew. Those are the ones I remember most often from childhood!

I tag @iprefertoread, @bookish-soul, @persephonelovesbooks, and @whilereadingandwalking, and @reading-out-loud.  And anyone else who wants to do this tag!

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'Ghost in the Shell': 4 Japanese Actresses Dissect the Movie and Its Whitewashing Twist
THR invited the women to join a no-holds-barred conversation about cultural authenticity and why Japanese nationals fail to understand the race controversy: "People in Japan worship white people."

How did the movie compare with your expectations?

Traci Kato-Kiriyama: It was stunning visually, but emotionally it didn’t draw me in.

Keiko Agena: It was harder to watch than I thought it was gonna be. To get emotionally invested, you have to really care that she needs to find out who she is. But when she finally meets her mom, my gut felt so weird in that moment.

Kato-Kiriyama: That scene was devastating on all levels. It got me because of the emotion of the mother [veteran Japanese actress Kaori Momoi]. She’s really wonderful. That scene should have been beautiful, but Major had nothing in her eyes. Acting-wise, what a missed moment.

Atsuko Okatsuka: I wasn’t aware they were gonna explain the whitewashing. I thought it was just going to be an action film, no explanation, just go with the fact that it’s a future Japan with this robot cop. And then to be like, “Oh shit, I used to be a Japanese woman!” (Laughter) That was against my expectations.

How did you feel when that twist was revealed?

Agena: That was hard, y’all. Hard and awkward.

Ai Yoshihara: Major’s backstory is white people trying to justify the casting.

Okatsuka: And they f—ed up in the process because now it looks even worse. The text at the beginning of the movie explained that Hanka Robotics is making a being that’s the best of human and the best of robotics. For some reason, the best stuff they make happens to be white. Michael Pitt used to be Hideo.

Agena: That was the other cringe-worthy moment, when they called each other by their Japanese names. We’re looking at these beautiful white bodies saying these Japanese names, and it hurt my heart a little bit.

Kato-Kiriyama: It was supposed to be so touching and intimate, and it felt gross. And kind of laugh-worthy at the same time.

Okatsuka: I would have preferred them just using American names. “You used to be Bob.”

I love when you read a book and you become so emotionally invested in it, and when you walk around public places after reading it you feel like you’re in this bubble by yourself, like you’re so deeply inside your mind you’re actually out of touch with reality

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LINDSAY AND HALSTEAD IN EVERY EPISODE || I Remember Her Now (4x13)

You want a train ticket? It’s yours, alright. You wanna get out of here? Done. I’ll lie for you. I’ll sneak you out. Hell, I’ll even drive you. If you want more, if you want to make sure whatever’s happening here stops, then I can help you with that, too.

There are such terrible double-standards when it comes to fandom judging Jyn Erso. What provokes sympathy in other characters seems to be grounds to crucify her.

Cassian being in the fight against the Empire since he was six years old makes him tortured and in need of a hug. Jyn being in the fight against the Empire since she was eight years old, up until the time the leader of her extremely militant cell abandoned her, is roundly ignored. Cassian’s past as a child soldier is sympathetic; Jyn’s, apparently, doesn’t matter in the face of her no longer being one.

Jyn keeping her head down against Imperial Banners while working as a criminal and persistently causing trouble for the Empire - enough to land her in Wobani - is a sign of privileged cowardice. Bodhi keeping his head down by choosing to work for the Empire as a cargo pilot, accepted enough he can work under his own name too (whereas Jyn had to run) is a sign of a poor sad past. Bodhi’s complex motivations in a desperate situation are acknowledged and give depth; Jyn’s anger and survival instinct in a desperate situation are a cause for hatred.

Bodhi being inspired by Galen Erso to risk certain death, by defecting and join the Rebellion, is a sign of his inner goodness. Jyn being inspired by Galen Erso’s to risk certain death, by joining the Rebellion and going on a suicide mission, is… nothing, apparently.

Jyn grieving over her father dying in her arms is being too emotional and an unwanted stop to the action. Baze grieving over Chirrut dying in his arms is a moment of poignancy despite the firefights around them. Baze’s emotions are an accepted part of him; Jyn’s is not.

Jyn calling Cassian a stormtrooper when he went up with the intent to kill her father, despite being unable to follow through, is her being blind and self-centred, in the face of Cassian having lost his family. Cassian calling her a privileged coward after both her father figures died violently within 24 hours of one another, is Cassian “doing great for calling her out on her privilege”. Cassian’s traumatic past is worthy of acknowledgement; Jyn’s is not.

Jyn is white, and in our world that’s one axis of privilege. But it is not the only axis, and in Rogue One not the most important. Of all the characters, who is it who’d be hostage–or worse–because of her blood, no matter what she does? Who has been persistently on the run and has to keep her head down because the Empire is on the hunt? Apparently, being white and initially self-centred means that being a child soldier, instinctual self-sacrifice, and being actively persecuted for who she is, not who she does, none of them count.

Which is not to say that Cassian isn’t sympathetic or Bodhi isn’t brave, or that it isn’t great to see Baze and Chirrut being so emotionally invested in one another on screen.* But you can’t then turn around and say that those traits are what make Jyn awful, when her actions aren’t her words.

Frankly, no one has to like Jyn. No one has to acknowledge her or understand her motivations either; she’s a character in a film, and we all focus on our favourites. It’s not surprising people want to focus on the non-white characters. But to turn around and say that she’s objectively not worthy of being liked, to feel neither dislike, nor disinterest, but visceral hatred for reasons that apply equally or moreso to other characters, means there’s something else going on. And it sure isn’t social justice.

*I say invested instead of married largely because I hesitate to give credit when it’s not made explicit

Character-Building Tips

- Unopinionated characters might seem likeable or diplomatic to you, but they’re boring to the audience. Your characters may choose not to take sides in certain matters (ex. their parents’ divorce, a fight between friends, etc), but they have to believe in some things. And opinionated characters make opinionated audiences, and that means interested and emotionally-invested audiences.

- Write any scenes that stumble into your mind and enchant you, even if you think (or know) those scenes probably won’t end up in the final draft. No matter what you do with them, those scenes will still tell you something about your character(s), and that will enrich the rest of your story.

- Make risky characters. If you think your character might offend your audience or a certain part of it, write your character anyways. It could be a bad character with good views about certain subjects or vice versa, but either way it will show three-dimensionality.

- If you’re having trouble with your character being realistic or 3D, get to the root of their person. Don’t ask “what drives them as a plot device?” but “what drives them as a person?” – if you know their motivations as a person, their purpose in the plot will surface.

- Stay away from stereotypes, unless you’re writing a comedy.

Hope this helps. - @authors-haven

That shitty moment when you find a good fanfic and you get really into it, and you don’t notice the Major character death tag, but by then it’s too late, and you are too emotionally invested to turn back, and you don’t know whether to turn back or soldier on and suffer the soul crushing pain.

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What Do You Feel?

Who: Jughead Jones
Where: Riverdale

{Decided to try out a jug imagine}


Part One ||| Part Two 

[Y/N] had, had enough. She couldn’t stand the one-sided tension between herself and Jughead. She respected Jug enough to give him space and time for this novel of his. She was thrilled about his idea and fully stood by what he was trying to achieve. [Y/N] would always support Jughead in everything he did because she absolutely loved him for who he was. She would never dare try to change a single thing because that was what made Jughead, Jughead.

But, this summer and the beginning of the school year was driving her insane. She felt second best and despite knowing that Jug needed to invest as much time as he needed into this novel, she just couldn’t’ stand having one-sided conversations. [Y/N] needed to know if anything more was going to come out of their odd relationship.

Nothing was ever talked about what they were, it just sort of happened. It was known that [Y/N] was off limits to any boy in Riverdale and not that Jughead had a line of girls waiting for him but it was clear who had his attention. Even Archie and Betty never talked about it, it was just there. A relationship built without words. But, [Y/N] needed answers. She could deal with the little notions of affection Jug would throw in her direction. In fact, she loved it. She loved that Jughead would reach across the table and gently grab her hand and hold it while he reread paragraph after paragraph; running his thumb over the top of her hand while she worked on her homework or read a book. She especially loved it when he’d just look at her and cup her face and press his warm lips against hers. Or when he’d gently bump into her on their way to her house and swiftly fit her hand inside his. And even the moments when he’d finally put his laptop away and they’d binge watch horror movies and pull her into his chest.

No words. Just actions. And [Y/N] could live with that. But being blatantly ignored and feeling as if she was talking to a brick wall, just wasn’t cutting it. She couldn’t sleep at night thinking that everything she had tried to talk to Jughead about, he didn’t even hear. It was frustrating because she was a human being that wanted to talk out her feelings. Express her everlasting love she had for him and wanting to know if he felt the same.

“Jughead.”

The tone in her voice snapped Jug from his thoughts, tearing his eyes from his screen. His brows furled as he looked at her standing in the doorway of the Blue and Gold news room. “[Y/N]?”

Stepping inside, she flickered a look towards Betty who gave her a concerned look. [Y/N] was never stern, and it was odd that she sounded so. “Could you give us a minute, Betty?”

Betty nodded, ruffling around and gathering papers to sort through in another room. “Of course, [Y/N]. Um, I’ll be back later.” Zipping by her friend, she exited the room.

“We need to talk.” [Y/N] said with the same tone as before, she was fidgeting with her fingers, trying to figure out her next words. It was now or never.

Jughead chose to ignore her strange behavior, “I really can’t, I’m finishing up the last few pages of this chapter.” Turning his focus back onto his laptop, his fingers started typing away. “You understand.” He spoke quickly before diving back into it.

An irritated sigh came from her lips as she turned around and shut the door. Slamming it loud enough to catch Jughead’s attention again. Turning to face him, she crossed her arms across her chest. “That’s the thing, Jug. Your novel is exactly what I want to talk about.”

Sensing that [Y/N] was as serious as her tone, he turned in his chair to face her. Nodding, he motioned towards the air. “Okay, shoot.”

“Am I second best to it?” She asked, her voice faltering a little. Her eyes were drilling into his, glossed over from feeling the emotion building inside her.

“What? No.” His eyes squinted, slightly shocked she asked. “What does that even mean, [Y/N]?”

“Second best, Jughead. Am I a less adequate, less desirable alternative?”

“Why would even ask me that, [Y/N]?”

Tears were brimming her eyes, taking a deep breath, she walked over towards him. Pulling a chair right in front of him. She sat down, her heart sinking further into her chest. Afraid to venture into this conversation. “Jughead, I love this novel of yours. I think it’s great, and if anyone is going to write about this town, it’s you. No one else could ever pull it off like you will.” Pressing her lips together, she looked up at the cracked ceiling. “But, it seems like that’s all you ever do. We used to talk to Jug. Talk all night about everything and anything. And when we would, I forgot where I was for the moment. All that mattered was that you and I were together. And that one day we would leave this town together and embark on this adventure away from Riverdale. But, I feel like you don’t feel the same.”

Jughead took in her words, analyzing them in his head. Taking in her hurt tone and trying to understand them. Was he invested in his novel, of course. Did he want to make [Y/N] feel like she was second best? Absolutely not. As much as he was a fluid with his words on paper, speaking them out loud was a different story. Jughead wasn’t normally one to shy away from voicing his opinion or putting his two sense in something he shouldn’t. But when it came to [Y/N], she took the literal words straight from his mouth and put them in a blender. He could never express what he felt other than by just showing her what she meant to him.

“Can you say something, Jug?”

Biting his lip, he looked down at his hands. “I don’t know what you want me to say, [Nickname].”

Sucking in hair, she ran both hands through her hair. “I want you tell me what you feel, Jug. I want to know what you truly think of me. If I’m just crazy and think what we have is more than what it really is. You write so beautifully, Jughead. I’ve read your stuff and for someone who’s so elegantly articulate, you never use them with me. I want you to use your words, Jug.” Her voice was breaking and it pained Jughead to see her so upset. How did he not see this coming? How could he have been so blind?

“[Y/N],” He started, his mouth pursed as he tried to pick the perfect words from the garden in his brain. “We function without words. That’s how it’s always been. I couldn’t tell you when we started us, because in a way we were always us. Just somewhere along the line, you and I delved into different world and never left. It worked. I shouldn’t have to tell you that I care about you, [Y/N]. It’s written clear as day on my face when I kiss your lips.”

Closing her eyes, she bowed her head. “That’s the point. We never talked about us and maybe we should have because I’m so confused, Jug.”

His brows knitted together, the wrinkle along his forehead becoming more defined. “What are you confused about, [Y/N]?”

Looking at him in his eyes, she calmly asked. “Is your novel more important then what we have?”

Jughead hesitated, the words getting caught in his throat. Closing his mouth, he shook his head. “No.”

“Oh, Juggie.” She breathed, a tear falling from her eye. “If you had to think, then I know my answer.”

“What do you want me to do, [Y/N]! This is who I am, you knew this before you dived head first into my dark waters. I am not the only one to blame for this.”

Standing up, [Y/N] whimpered out. “I want you to fight for me, Jug. I want you to tell me I’m being crazy and that this-whatever I’m feeling will pass. That you’ll make it up to me or that you love me or something.”

Jughead stood up too, his eyes searching hers. “I don’t know what to say, [Nickname]. What I feel for you can’t be described because I really don’t know what I feel. You’ve always just been there, [Y/N]. I care for you, I do. I just don’t know what more I can give you then what I’m already giving you.”

She stepped forward, “What do you feel when you kiss me, Jug? What do you feel when you hold my hand? What do you feel when I’m lying on your chest in the middle of the night? What do you feel when you haven’t seen me all day? Do you even feel anything for me at all? Am I just some girl you can practice on for the real thing?” Tears were falling now, she couldn’t hold them back anymore. “We’ve been best friends since were six, Jughead. I’ve grown up with you, watched you turn into the person you are and fell in love with it all. You’re flaws, you’re oddly humorous morbid personality, everything.”

Shaking his head, and turning slightly away from her. His hand reached up to his forehead, “[Y/N],” he warned.

Taking in a deep breath to settle her tears, she scrunched up her nose and wiped underneath her nose. “I can’t do this anymore, Jug.” Biting her lip, she held back a whimper at his darkened facial expression. The cold look he gave her was enough to shatter her fragile heart.

“So, that’s it, then?” Jug asked coldly.

Avoiding his harsh stare, she softly spoke out. “I asked a simple question and you couldn’t give me the answer. So why should I pretend that I never asked? I screwed up, I had this picture in my head of how we are supposed to be and we are far from that picture.”

“You’re throwing away years of friendship because-“

“-because I love you, Jughead. It’s just like Betty and Archie except in our case, you fed it. You kissed me, you held me, you caressed me. Over and over again.” Moving the chair back to its place, she wiped away more tears. “I’m too emotionally invested in you to continue our friendship right now but maybe when I get over it, we can go back to how it used to be, the days before you first kissed me on my front porch.”

“[Y/N],” he called out to her.

Shaking her head, she headed for the door. Swinging it open, she looked over her shoulder and pressed a smile. “I’ll always love you, Jug. That I have no control over but they say the soul usually knows what to do to heal itself, the only challenge is to silence the mind.”

Jughead watched her walk out of the news room, his heart pounding in his chest. What in the world just happened? Never in a million years would he have ever pictured his life without [Y/N]. She was essential to his life. She had always been there, always. Despite Archie being his best friend, so was [Y/N] but in a different way. She believed in everything he wanted to do, no matter how crazy. She was always someone he could rely on no matter what. And even though she would still be present in his life by going to the same school.

It felt like a part of him had been ripped from his body and thrown away, lost in the cruel world they lived in. He felt empty.

“Juggie?” Betty was leaning against the doorframe, “Everything okay?”

He stood there for a minute, still stunned that apart of him just walked away from him. “No.” He shook his head, “No, everything is not okay.”


Goodbyes hurt when the story is not finished and the book has been closed – jnd

anonymous asked:

how would rfa + v and saeran react to mc asking them to watch anime with her bc she's anime trash lol

Lol! We were actually working on an anime trash MC, so thanks for requesting it! Hope you like it. :) 


Zen:

  • He stops by the apartment on a surprise visit
  • You thought it was the mailman or something
  • So, when you open the door, your anime is paused in the background
  • You quickly try to change it, but he grabs the remote and keeps it from you until he can see
  • “MC, you’re into this kinda thing?”
  • You think he’ll be weirded out, but he only calls you cute
  • He smirks when he sees what anime you’re watching
  • “You realize I’m one of the voices in this, right?”
  • “You speak Japanese?”
  • He makes you find the Korean dub so he can show you his skills
  • You feel a lot more at ease so you ramble on
  • As you’re rambling, you mention your favorite character and the one you find really annoying
  • He gives you a blank look
  • “That’s the character I played.”
  • “Oops….sorry, babe.”

Yoosung:

  • He reads shoujos
  • You like anime
  • You are like a perfect couple
  • Talk about kissanime ;););)
  • You guys make a tradition to watch anime together twice a week
  • Usually end up binging the series on a Friday night though
  • You both get really invested in everything
  • Sometimes emotionally invested

Jaehee:

  • You’re on a lunch break
  • So, you pull out your phone and continue watching the anime you started the night before
  • You’re so absorbed in it, you don’t hear her coming behind you
  • You get jumpscared and just stammer out that you were just watching a cartoon
  • “MC…I know what that is. I’ve watched anime before.”
  • “What? Which one?”
  • “…..I’ve watched an anime before.”
  • When you get home, “Do you want to watch two anime?”
  • You spend the night binging on some shoujo anime
  • You both are yelling at the TV because of the bad relationship choices
  • When it’s finished, you both are just kind of dazed
  • Jaehee proclaims that she never wants to watch one again
  • Lies
  • She’ll always end up watching it if you’re watching one

Jumin:

  • MC is visiting his penthouse
  • While he’s finishing up some call, she scans through his bookshelf
  • She finds an interesting series tucked away on the last shelf
  • “Jumin…you read Manga?”
  • Turns out he was curious about it since he’s heard so much of it before
  • He admits to seeing a few anime
  • You say you want to watch a few together
  • He agrees, and you guys binge one of your favorite series
  • The next few days, you start realizing he’s quoting some lines from it
  • And acting strange during some moments
  • Like he kabedonned you at one point???
  • You confronted him about it
  • And he explained that you seemed to enjoy those moments in the anime so much
  • He really did it just to make you laugh
  • You melted


Seven:

  • It’s cleaning day for you two
  • He stumbles across this box of yours
  • He finds a bunch of posters and pillow cases with anime guys
  • You happen to step into the room at the same time
  • He gives you a look
  • Low-key judging you for being such trash
  • Low-key just jealous of the anime guys on the posters and pillow cases
  • He’s seen one or two anime but not a lot because he’s barely had time with his work
  • You sit him down and make him watch some with you
  • He pretends says he doesn’t like it that much
  • You let it go, but one day you hear some familiar music from his work room
  • “Are you listening to soundtracks??”
  • “What? No…”
  • Anime is an acquired taste for him

Saeran:

  • He hasn’t exactly been exposed to much entertainment
  • When you accidentally slip that you watch anime…a lot…
  • He asks you to introduce him to some of them
  • Oddly enough, he really likes the music
  • It’s what draws him in
  • Once he’s seen a few with you, you catch him watching them on his own
  • He claims that he likes the action ones a lot

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The Fitting (Part 12)

(You respond to Jungkook’s request that you start dating for real.)

WARNINGS: 8500 words of angst.  That is all.



The message notification on your phone jolted you awake and nearly caused you to fall out of bed.  You were lying right at the edge of the mattress with Jungkook’s body pressed tightly against your back.  When you first fell asleep, you were both lying in the center of the large bed, but as the night wore on, you would roll an inch away from him to sleep more comfortably and give yourself some breathing room.  Although he was sound asleep, Jungkook somehow sensed your movement away from him and his body would immediately close the gap between the two of you until, eventually, there was no more room left to move.

Carefully, you slipped out of bed, grabbed your phone, and headed towards the bathroom.  As expected, the text message was from your cousin checking up on your date last night.

10:17am (Seulji)  How did it go?  Was it fun?  Did you fall in love with him yet?

10:20am (You)  It went fine, he’s a fun guy but it’s just not the right time for me.

10:21am (Seulji) What?  Why?  I need details.

Details.  You wondered if he would tell your cousin about the fact that you were seeing someone else or if he would just let it go.  You didn’t even want to think about the conversation you would have to have with Seulji once she found out that you had another man all along.

10:23am (You) I have to jump in the shower right now.  I’ll talk to you about it later.

You set the phone, face down, on the counter and could hear two more messages come through but you didn’t bother looking.  Instead you turned on the water extra hot and stepped into the steaming shower, hoping to wash off your lingering guilt.

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“Doctors Office Fun”  Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1,786

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: You have to go to the doctor after hurting your ankle, and man, do those X-Ray results take a long time to come in. 

Warnings: oral sex smut (fem. receiving), fingering, language, fluff


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“Agh!” You cry out, falling onto the floor of the motel room. Your ankle was throbbing in pain.

You just had finished a relatively easy hunt last night, and you, Sam, and Dean were planning on leaving today. You were staying in some cheap, sketchy looking motel off the side of the highway in Missouri, and you could not be more desperate to get out of there. Well, that was until you tripped over your own feet and hurt your ankle.

“What the hell? Are you okay?” Dean came running over to you.

“I’m great.” You say sarcastically. “My ankle really hurts.”

“Let me look at it.” He bends down and lifts your jeans up off your ankle. He touches it lightly, making you wince. “Sorry, sorry. Didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“It’s fine.” You sigh.

“I don’t think it’s broken but I’m taking you to the ER. Just in case.”

“Dean, we’re probably hours away from the nearest ER. And we can’t just up and leave, Sam is going to come back from that girl’s house eventually. Really, I’ll be okay.”

You get up and try to walk, but the slightest amount of pressure makes you lift your foot up quickly.

“You can’t even walk, ‘you’re fine’ my ass. There’s a town fifteen minutes away- they’ve got to have something.” Dean rolls his eyes. He walks over to the door and slides his shoes on, and then comes back and picks you up bridal style.

“Gotta say, never envisioned you holding me this way.” You grinned as he carried you to the impala.

“Gotta say, I have. Amongst other things.” He opened the passenger door and gently set you down on the seat.

You and Dean flirt like this all the time, but nothing ever comes out of it. It’s mostly just meaningless flirtation and you’re pretty sure he just thinks of you as a friend, which is fine. You won’t deny that he’s a very attractive man, and you probably would have sex with him, but you don’t have any deep feelings for him anything. You used to, but the more time you spent with him, the more you realized- he’s Dean freaking Winchester. You don’t even think he could be emotionally invested in a relationship even if he wanted to.

The drive to the town wasn’t that bad, besides the bickering of what Dean was playing on the radio. The town itself was pretty cute- it looked like a stereotypical small town. If you’re being honest, it reminded you of Gilmore Girls.

“There’s got to be some kind of doctor here.” Dean groaned, driving through the streets. So far, you’ve seen shops, restaurants, and houses, but no doctor.

“Here’s a great idea- look it up on Google.” You roll your eyes.

“I’m sure I can find it-“

“God, Dean, you’re so stubborn.” You grab your phone, typing In ‘Nearest Doctor’s Office.’ “There’s an urgent care five minutes away.”

“I could’ve found it myself…” Dean grumbles, but follows the instructions you give him anyways.

The parking lot was relatively empty besides a few cars, and you figured that they were most likely from the people working. Dean, being the knight in shining armor he is, carried you inside of the office and sat you down in the chair while he checked you in.

“Y/N?” The nurse came out into the waiting room, ready to take you back into your room.

“That’s me.” You say, and Dean once again carries you back onto the office. The nurse takes you into Room 1, and begins to take your vitals and such.

“So how did you manage to hurt your ankle?” she asks.

“Oh, she’s the clumsiest person you’ll ever meet. She was walking from the bathroom to the bed and she tripped over her own feet.” Dean laughed, teasing you.

“Whatever.” You shoot him a playful glare.

“You two married or dating?” The nurse smiled, asking you too.

“Just friends.” You say.

“Oh, okay.” She obviously didn’t believe you, but she went back to typing away on her computer. “So, we’re going to need an X-Ray. Once we get the results in, the doctor will come in and talk to you. The results can take up to an hour, though.”

“An hour? Really?” Dean groans.

“Ignore him. That’s fine.” You nodded.

She took you into the X-Ray room and it went by quickly. The radiologist took a few snaps of it and then your nurse helped you walk back to the room where Dean was. You hobbled over to the chair next to Dean, who was watching the TV very intently.

“The doctor will be back in here in an hour. If you need anything, push that button right there!” The nurse pointed to a button on the wall and closed the door behind her.

“What are we going to do for an hour?” You groan, leaning your head on Dean’s shoulder.

“Your nurse was hot.” Dean completely regarded your question. You roll your eyes and glance up on the TV, watching whatever was on. It was just one of those daytime talk shows, but it was better than nothing.

“Dean, can you help me back up to the bed?” You ask, getting uncomfortable sitting in the chair.

“Anything for you.” He flirts, and he puts his arm underneath your shoulders to help you get over to the bed. You’re about there when you lose balance, but you think quickly and land on the bed before you can fall on the floor. Without thinking, you pulled Dean onto the bed with you since your arms were already latched together.

You two were in a pretty compromising position. Your back was pressed up against the back of the bed, and Dean was on top of you, his face directly above yours.

“Damn, sorry.” You let out a giggle. He doesn’t make any effort to get off of you; instead, he looks down at you and smiles. You can feel him glancing at your lips, making you take a gulp.

“Did I tell you how pretty you look today?” He whispers, eyes locked on yours lips.

“I don’t think you did.” You whisper back, growing nervous. You’d imagined this happening several times, but never in a doctor’s office.

“Maybe I should show you instead…”

He presses his lips to yours ever so softly, as if to make sure you wanted to do this, too. You freeze for a moment, but once the shocked settles in, you kiss back.

You always imagined Dean to be a rough kisser. But this? This was full of passion, and damn was it good. He positions himself better on top of you, and you wrap your legs around his waist as he continues to kiss you, this time bringing his lips to your neck. The feeling instantly gave you the chills, but in the best way.

“Dean, someone could walk in.” You breathe out, but a part of you didn’t want him to stop.

“We have an hour.” He whispers against your collarbone. He sucks on it lightly, most likely going to leave a mark. He reaches his hand down to your jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them with one hand before slipping his fingers underneath, rubbing your clit.

“God, Dean,” you moan out. He pulls down your pants and underwear in one go, and inserts a finger inside of you. He pumps at an excruciatingly slow speed, making you whimper.

“Dean, go faster.” You try to buck your hips against him, but he pins them down, smirking at you.

“Someone’s eager.”

He lowers himself down to your stomach, pulling off your shirt and leaving you in just a bra. He trails kisses down your stomach, and then in your inner thighs. He knows he’s driving you crazy, and he seems to be enjoying it.

“Dean, please.” You beg. He finally places his mouth on your clit, making you moan in pleasure. He started off slowly, giving you kitten licks, before speeding up his pace. He inserted another finger inside of you, pumping just as fast as he was eating you out, and it was making you a moaning mess.

“Baby girl, you’ve got to be quiet. You don’t want to be caught, do you?” He smirks, and speeds up his pace. You clamp your hand over your mouth to hide your moans that you can’t stop from escaping- he was that good.

You feel the familiar heat building up, indicating that you’re close.

“Dean, I’m close,” you pant out, and he enters a third finger. That was it for you.

You released yourself all over his fingers, and it was the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had. No one has ever been that good at that as Dean.

“Fuck,” you say as you ride out your high. He pulls out his fingers and removes himself from between your legs, reaching over for a paper towel to wipe you off.

“Did that make you feel better?” He asks.

“Immensely.” You admit. “That was amazing.”

“You have no idea how damn long I’ve waited to do that.”

You pulled your pants and underwear back up, and you put your shirt back on your body. Dean’s hardness was pressing tightly against his jeans, showing off how turned on he was. You grab onto his shirt, pulling him down so you can kiss him again. You move your hand to his erection, palming him through his jeans.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Dean groans. You begin to fiddle with his belt, attempting to take it off before you hear a knock at the door.

“Hold on!” You say quickly. Dean hurries to fix his belt and he runs back over to the chair, obviously flustered.

“Come in!” You call out. A man dressed in a white coat comes in, presumably the doctor.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Ramirez. So we have the results of your X-Ray…”

-

“Jesus Christ, I had no idea that doctors could talk so much.” You complain once you get in the car. You had sprained it, nothing too serious, but you did need to keep your weight off of it for about a week, and he suggested just resting it.

“Right? Sitting there with a hard-on was not fun.” Dean whined, starting up the impala.

“Speaking of, I believe that I do still owe you…”

“We better get back to that motel right now.”

You don’t think you’ve ever seen Dean drive that fast in your life.

My favorite and least favorite things about the signs

Aries ♈ — Aries is inherently very cool, they march to the beat of their own drum and don’t much care about what others are up to. This means they stay in their own lane and don’t really care much for drama. This lack of care for others can also manifest as selfishness or self-centeredness. You can literally see their eyes glaze over when you’re talking about something that doesn’t interest them, even if it’s very important to you.

Taurus ♉ — Taurus is the most loyal friend you will ever have. They will stay in your corner through thick and thin, and when you need defending they will go to bat for you no matter the cost. They can also be enormously stubborn, and unless THEY want to do something it won’t happen. Want to go to a concert and need a friend to go with? Nope, not unless they’re listening to the band on repeat. Want to go out to a place they’re not incredibly comfortable at? Nope, who ever heard of favors anyway?

Gemini ♊ — Easily the most hilarious people you’ll ever meet. They’re snarky and sly and will never fail to put a smile on your face with their endless knowledge and quick wit. They can introduce you to just about anyone, and they love to be an intermediary between friends. They also never shut up. The wall of words created by a Gemini is no meager thing, and if you’re trying to change the topic, or god forbid you have to leave for some reason you’d better just give up.

Cancer ♋ — Cancer will never fail to make you feel like you’re part of their family. They treat everyone that gets even a little close to them with the greatest amount of kindness and sincerity. You will never meet a bigger goofball who is down for the most bizarre of shenanigans. They’re moody, however, and when you’re counting on them for a social engagement they might abandon you in favor of retreating to their nest, giving you whatever bullshit excuse and then hermitting until the tide changes.

Leo ♌ — They always look you directly in the eye, and treat everyone with dignity be they child, adult, elder. When they love you and you walk into the room you can visibly see them turn up their inner light by a million megawatts. They, like Cancer are also apt to leave you hanging when you need them though. They don’t like to show vulnerability and so they retreat when they’re feeling sad or hurt, leaving you to sort things out on your own. Everyone who knows a Leo has had an experience with one of their “cat naps” (Oh sorry, I was sleeping…)

Virgo ♍ — The kind of person that you can always come to with any problem, who will look at the problem and help you find a practical solution to it, no matter how they’re feeling about you at the time. They’re enormously kind and thoughtful in just about any way that isn’t verbal. Don’t expect them to have a kind word to say, but know that they’ll be there to help you through all of life’s difficulties. Do expect them to have unrealistic expectations of you, however, and take solace in the fact that their expectations for themselves are even more unrealistic, even though it kills them inside.

Libra ♎ — Libra is the sign that deals with everyone as equals. They truly meet everyone where they are, and as such are able to find interest in just about any conversation. They will listen to you rant and rave when you’re angry, gush when you’re in love, mope when you’re sad and meet you at your level every time, sharing in your enthusiasm, your sorrow, your joy. They can also be very contrary, and so when you come at them with an open mind you can be shown so many different facets of an issue that you feel strongly about. An unbalanced Libra is prone to being two-faced, however, and they stir up drama wherever they go. They’re also the type to agree with you in the moment, and then later on decide against it.

Scorpio ♏ — Scorpio is the “no judgement” type. They’ve seen the darkest parts of humanity and know just how awful people can be. They’ve also seen this darkness in themselves, and so they can’t fault others when they falter from time to time. They can be paranoid as fuck though, and constantly read too much into a situation//hear things that aren’t being said in an argument. When they’re emotionally invested in you it is the greatest blessing, as well as a monumental curse.

Sagittarius ♐ — Fun as fuck. Sagittarius is always willing to try new things and meet new people, and there’s no better travelling partner so long as you’re not the type that has to rigidly stick to a pre-set plan. Sagittarians can roll with the punches and always come out on top, they’re also lucky as all get out. They’re not exactly the reliable type when it comes to emotions, however, and might just peace rather than trying to actually work anything out.

Capricorn ♑ — Capricorns are easily some of the funniest people that live on this planet, though you certainly have to have an appreciation for dryness. They’re also another sign that treats everyone the same regardless of their background, though it’s true that they can get caught up in their image and that has a negative effect. Goats are the second most delusional sign, right behind Pisces. They traverse their lives with blinders on, and rarely are willing or able to perceive or tolerate things that don’t fit into their very narrow view of the world. They’re the type to climb ruthlessly to the top, not noticing all of the people they crush in their ascent.

Aquarius ♒ — Aquarians are enormously smart, assuming you don’t get one that has learned to play dumb in order to get what they want somewhere along the line. They will talk to you about pretty much anything, and barring it being a subject in which they are passionate (there are many) they will listen with an open mind and non judgmental stance. I love the fact that anyone with heavy Aquarius is in to some weird shit, as it makes them fascinating to get to know. Do I even have to mention the god complex? It’s so overplayed with Aquarius, and yet it’s also so pervasive in their kind. Which is similar to them all thinking they’re unique little snowflakes and outcasts without realizing that they do indeed fall into one category by labeling themselves as such.

Pisces ♓ — Easily the most compassionate and caring sign, Pisces would give the shirt of their back to a friend in need. I adore the way they fuss over their surroundings when they’re hanging with someone they care about. Are you warm enough? Is it too bright in here? Is the television too loud? They’ll steadily make small adjustments and if you go with the flow you’ll be much happier for it. They, however, go with the flow a little too much, and it makes them FLAKY AS FUCK. I abhor the type of person that backs out on plans over and over again, and if a Pisces is not in JUST the right surroundings they’ll flake on you every time. Don’t even bother with dinner plans for next week, just text them last minute.

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I never wanted to just go from one thing to the next thing just for the sake of working. So I still very much have the attitude that it has to be the right thing, otherwise there’s no point in doing it. Because if you’re in the situation where you don’t fully 100% believe in something that you’re supposed to be emotionally invested in, it’s the worst position to be in.

Me: That character is okay, you know? I’m not emotionally invested in them or anything. I don’t think other people like them, but I’m okay with them.

Other people: THAT CHARACTER IS EVIL!!!!!! THEY ARE THE WORST CHARACTER IN THE WHOLE SERIES!!!!!! WE’RE GOING TO WRITE DOZENS OF FANFICS VILLAINIZING THEM!!!!! THEY ARE EVIL!!!!!

Me: …

Me: *begins to like the character and love them and believe they deserved better, in defiance of the unnecessary, over the top hatred towards their character by the fandom* 

How to Keep Your Readers EMOTIONALLY Involved

Why is it that sometimes a book or movie can make you THIS emotionally invested  … 

And sometimes it’s more like this? 

My stories used to inspire a reaction similar to Hermione’s in my readers. And in me.  At some points I’d be reading my work, and a little honest voice buried somewhere in my head would say “I wouldn’t care if this character was hit by a bus right now.” Then I’d heap some denial atop the voice, silence her unwanted mutterings, and go back to trying to enjoy my story. Problem was, my readers appeared to have this little honest voice as well. And if she told them “Cartoon bus. Hitting this character. Wouldn’t that be funny?” they had a tendency to listen to her.

What was the problem? My scenes didn’t connect to my reader’s emotions. They didn’t change those emotions throughout the scene. They started out sad and they ended just as sad or even more so. And what came after that? Well, another scene that began with the main character feeling horrible, which ended with him just as downtrodden as before. Or worse: The scene began positive and just got better. The next one would start out absolutely giddy and ended effervescent. And this kept going until the characters were almost singing with joy. (Okay, maybe I’m being slightly snarky about my past self.) But after that, I’d follow it up with a long sequence of sadsadsad scenes. 

So what happened? My readers had only two emotions while enduring this: frustration and impatience. 

The scenes weren’t keeping my readers emotionally engaged. The scenes weren’t changing emotionally. And that is what needs to happen: The emotional charge of the scene has to change. Switch between negative and positive. The flow of the reader’s emotions has to be taken into account, and consciously adjusted. It’s that simple. 

How can this be accomplished? 

1) Determine what’s at stake in the scene. To the characters, something important is being threatened, something emotional or primal. Love? Safety? Friendship? Justice? Make sure the scene means something for the characters. (If it’s not emotionally significant to them, connected to the A Story, B Story, or Character Arc, it’s not a scene and the reader won’t care.) And since the readers are emotionally connected to the characters, the readers care about what’s at stake, and are conscious of what it means. 

2) Beats. The exchanges of action and reaction between characters and forces of opposition in pursuit of the goal … these carry that emotion, these are how emotions shift within the scene, gradually taking it from one to another. 

3) Emotional Charge. If the scene starts with what’s at stake in positive way, then it’ll switch to negative by the end. If if starts negative, the scene will change to positive. 

Anyway! How does this work?  

To illustrate it, because I’m having a lot of fun reading the screenplay, here are five scenes from Zootopia. 

Let’s start with the scene right after this happens: Manchas has gone savage, and Judy and Nick are running for it.

Scene 1 

What’s at stake? Life

Opening Charge: Negative (They’re being chased by a jaguar who is about ten times bigger than either of them, and who seems quite keen to tear them apart. To the characters, this scene opens with a 95% likelihood of imminent brutal death. To the audience, this scene opens with two characters we’ve come to care about in this dangerous situation.)

Closing Charge: Positive (They manage to call backup. Judy manages to handcuff Manchas. Nick stays to help Judy, rather than hop on the gondola to safety. They fall but manage to survive. They fall again, but are caught by a vine just before impact. Bogo and the rest arrive, and Judy is full of confidence about her discovery in the Otterton case, and eager to show them. Everything in this scene ended in Judy and Nick’s favor.)

How has what’s at stake changed? They lived.

Scene 2

What’s at stake? Judy’s lifelong dream, the goal she’s worked towards since she was a child. 

Opening Charge: Negative (Judy tells Bogo that this is way bigger than a missing mammal case – Otterton and Manchas went savage. He scoffs at her. In response, Judy confidently sweeps back the leaves to reveal the wild jaguar … and he’s gone. With her proof nowhere in sight, what she’s told Bogo sounds insane and ridiculous. Which provokes him into demanding her badge.) 

Closing Charge: Positive (Nick stops Bogo from taking Judy’s badge. Nick also bluntly tells him that he’s been an unfair little jerk to Judy, they have time to solve the case, and they have much more important things to be doing than standing around dealing with these idiots. He even calls her “Officer Hopps” instead of Carrots. They’re back on the case.) 

How has what’s at stake changed? She still has a chance to achieve that lifelong goal. And Nick was the one to buy her more time. 

Scene 3
What’s at stake? Truth

Opening Charge: Positive (Judy, and the audience, are feeling thankful and closer to Nick.)

Closing Charge: Negative (But even though we are in a good place, Nick looks far away … he starts thinking back … and we can sense that this memory lane doesn’t end anywhere pleasant.)

How has what’s at stake changed? He’s about to share something significant.

Scene 4
What’s at stake? Innocence

Opening Charge: Positive (We see little Nick! Looking happy and excited. All he wanted to do was join the Junior Ranger Scouts, and his mother scraped together money to buy him a uniform. She’s even adjusting his tie for him, lovingly.)

Closing Charge: Negative (Nick, who had been so happy at the beginning of this scene, is now hiding from the evil kids,  struggling to pull the muzzle off, panicked, crying like his heart’s broken.) 

How has what’s at stake changed? Traumatized

Scene 5
What’s at stake? Closeness

Opening Charge: Negative (Well that was a horrifying story. And now Nick is avoiding eye contact, while revealing the takeaways he got from that childhood episode, which have shaped his decisions from then on. Suddenly Judy, and the audience, understand Nick a lot more. We empathize and sympathize with him.)

Closing Charge: Positive (The traffic cameras would have caught whatever happened to Manchas! And Judy has a friend that can help them access those cameras. They’re back on the case.) 

How has what’s at stake changed? Nick dodges out of further vulnerability BUT they’re back on the case – this time, together. 

So!

As you can see, the emotional charges of these scenes fluctuate smoothly, from a scene’s opening to its closing, from one scene to the next. In every moment, in every beat, we’re feeling something. And when the scene turns, we (and the characters) are feeling the opposite of what we were at the beginning of the scene. Our curiosity and minds are linked to the story by the question “What’s going to happen next?”; our emotions are connected to the story by the conduits Judy and Nick, these two characters we care about, as every emotional change pushes us closer towards the answer to the question “What’s going to happen to these two? Is everything going to end up alright for them?" 

Now, let’s see what happens when you stop paying attention to the emotional changes of your scenes. 

Scene 1: Manchas is gone. Bogo is berating Judy. Nick stands there and watches. Judy ends up handing over her badge. The real cops leave, and Judy stays behind, figuring she might as well try and complete the case anyway. All Nick wants is that carrot pen, so he tags along.

Scene 2: Judy has nothing to feel thankful about, and certainly doesn’t feel closer to Nick. He’s thinking back on his childhood, but doesn’t share anything with Judy… 

Scene 3: Instead of the flashback opening on a happy Nick, it opens on him getting beaten up by the evil children, and ends on him weeping with the muzzle strapped to his face. 

Scene 4: We snap back to the present. Judy staring, beyond tears at this point. Nick looking traumatized and bitter. He remembers he needs the pen. He thinks about the reward money if they had found all those missing mammals. He has the traffic camera revelation! He drags a dejected Judy into his scheme, which she doesn’t care about, but why the heck not? 

In this horrible alternate universe version of Zootopia, this sequence of scenes is negative from beginning to end. And what would have happened to the audience if the scenes had played out in this depressing way? 

They would have emotionally checked out.

The connection between emotions and story would have snapped.

We would have forced our emotions to abandon the story, and watched the rest of the movie feeling betrayed and cheated. 

Because in the end, all we care about are these characters. All we care about is story, and character is story. It’s no coincidence that removing the emotional changes of the scenes equated to removing Judy and Nick’s relationship in the scenes; that relationship, that B Story, or Love Story, function (oddly enough) as the heart of the movie: it keeps the story alive, it keeps us connected and invested in the narrative, it keeps the scenes emotionally turning. Before Nick showed up, and we had two characters to care about, what kept us emotionally involved in the story was our relationship with Judy, this plucky bunny that we really wanted to see succeed. Establishing that connection is a subject for another post, but in regards to scenes, this manipulation of the audience’s emotions is how you keep that connection going strong.

I just said to manipulate someone’s emotions. How villainous.

How each type is a bad friend

INxJ:

First of all, if you’re friends with this person, you’re probably a nerd. Your friend’s dominant Ni means that they’d rather spend their time alone complimenting deep shit than going out and doing actual fun shit like spending time with people and being a relatively normal human being. You know who does that? People who lack a social life, that’s who. People who spend more time on Tumblr reblogging fandom gifs and roleplaying as fake people than taking a stroll outside or getting food in their system, that’s who. People who use “INxJ” as the main way to describe themselves even though most of the world doesn’t have an idea what an INTJ or INFJ is, that’s who. I’d tell you to steer clear of making friends with these people, but their introversion and lack of connection to the outside world is already doing it for me.

ISxJ:

What the fuck is a Si-dom? I don’t fuckin know. Si is such an invisible function, just like your friend is at social gatherings. If you wanna find an ISxJ at a party, just look near the walls, you’ll find one eventually. They’re the person who’s there but not doing anything notable. I’ll be honest, I don’t know anything about Si-doms and I’d be happy to sit down with some and get insight into what goes on in their heads.

ExFJ:

They care about you and aren’t afraid to show it. It’s flattering until it isn’t. It’s flattering until they message you literally every day and talk about their best experiences so many times that you can practically imagine yourself being there as, for the third time this week, they tell you about that one time they consoled a crying stranger at a party and left with them to get food together. It’s flattering until you deliberately avoid them in public so you don’t have to deal with them clinging on to you and asking about your personal business nonstop. “You know (mutual friend)? I think they hate me” “I think that barista at Starbucks is into me” “How’s it going with (SO or crush)?” are some things to expect from an ExFJ, which will be followed by you thinking something along the lines of SHUT THE FUCK UP AND MIND YOUR OWN DAMN BUSINESS

ExTJ:

What a great friend you’ve come across. They’re so loyal and really know how to hold a good conversation. You want to hang out with them, so you ask them if they’re available. Oh wait, they aren’t. Just like they were last week. And the week before that. And the week before that one. And most of the time you’ve had them as a friend. “Yo, wanna hang out tonight?” “Can’t, got work to do” or “I’m thinking about hitting up this bar tonight, wanna come?” “Sorry, already got plans with someone” or “How about we get lunch today?” “I have a meeting all lunch hour” are all exchanges you can expect to have with an ExTJ. So many things in their life they have to make time for and none of them are you. If text conversations and little face-to-face time satisfy you, then ExTJ is a perf friend for you.

xSTP:

You think you’ve found yourself a nice, sociable, and wholesome friend. They’re charismatic, warm, and can always make a mundane situation fun. Then they get sick of using Fe and go into full Ti mode. That’s when you discover just how much of a sociopath your friend probably is. “Here’s some circumstances in which (breaking a certain law or moral convention) is fine” and “Actually in my opinion, killing someone is justified if…” are some ways in which this can manifest. Don’t make friends with an xSTP unless you can handle jokes that would make an INFP mad and oh look, there they are hitting you up to go do parkour and light shit on fire at your local park. It’s almost midnight, don’t they have responsibilities or sleep to get to? Of course they need to sleep, they have to get to the gym in the morning so they can look good for their trashy Instagram selfies.

xSFP:

Oh. My. Gawsh. You think xSFP is so lovable. Their down-to-earthness and outgoing vibes trigger such positive reactions from you. But their Se is powerful. Watch them go out and get lit every weekend night without you. Watch them make friends with everyone at parties and post pics with their friends on their Snapchat story. If only you could be good enough to do that fun shit with xSFP. Of course you’ll make a nice joke that makes them laugh once in a while or help them out with some things, but if you’re not already best friend material with them, odds are you never will be, which is especially heartbreaking if you’re ESTP. Unless you’re xSFP yourself, then you may still have hope.

xNTP:

xNTP. Such a dynamic person. Has the active mind and the means to express it of an xNFP with the no-fucks-given attitude of an xSTP. But good luck getting a friendship with them to be strong and lasting if you don’t share anything in common. No, you don’t listen to their favourite progressive death metal corewave glitchhop bands or enjoy Tuvan throat singing or share their appreciation of obscure films, so what the fuck are you supposed to talk about together? Concrete reality? Normal people things? Go find someone with high Se if that interests you.

xNFP:

So you want to discuss an ethical issue without anyone taking anything too personally. Well too fuckin bad for you cause xNFP’s gonna take something personally sooner or later. They’ll give you that “seen 5:38 pm” and be very obviously disinterested in your conversations after that before removing you from their list of people they like being around and never talking to you in a friendly context ever again. And Jebus help you if you’re not into their main interests cause the second they meet someone who shares said interests, you’re getting fuckin replaced no matter how emotionally invested you’re in xNFP. You aren’t a fan of Arctic Monkeys? Too fuckin bad for you cause xNFP has at least 3 other friends who are and they like those friends a lot more than you. I hope you like feeling worthless cause that’s what happens when xNFP likes you but just as an acquaintance or just straight up doesn’t like you at all.

Never-ending Nightmare : Jason Blossom

request: could you do a jason imagine?? maybe if him comforting the reader after nightmares when they are a couple? Only if you think you can, if not that’s fine ❤️

requested by: anonymous

A/N: I AM SO SORRY, but this becomes very twisted. It has the comforting and the couple parts, but also something else. My dumb brain did this, so again, I am so sorry. I still hope you enjoy it. I think it is still what you wanted but not as happy. okay, carry on reading. Love ya, xx aubree.

warnings: SADDNESS AND TEARS. (maybe? if you get as emotionally invested as I do.)

word count: 879

(gif not mine) 

MASTERLIST

Jason had always been there for Y/N. At school, he was the popular, football playboy. No one knew the real him. At first, Y/N hated him. She had to tutor him in chemistry. She had pleaded with her teacher to make someone else in the class tutor him, but you were his best student. You obliged and met every Wednesday and Friday during lunch and studied. 

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