hi can you please explain the drama going on in the booklr community? with the white cis male author that got a movie deal? I haven't heard abut anything about this???
Yesterday, Publisher’s Weekly (a huge book news site) posted an article written by Sue Corbett about Scott Bergstrom‘s book called The Cruelty. Link.
The headline reads: “YA Debut Gets Six-Figure Deal, Sold to 16 Territories and Jerry Bruckheimer (Pirates of the Caribbean)” and you think, oh my goodness, good for him, his book took off after being picked up and it’s a huge deal.
The articles writer, Sue Corbett, descibes the books as “Bergstrom’s heroine is Gwendolyn Bloom, a Jewish, slightly overweight
17-year-old, who is transformed into a “lean warrior with hair dyed
fire-engine red,” during her mission to rescue her father, a kidnapped
diplomat. Her search takes her into Europe’s most dangerous slums, and
into contact with gangsters, spies, and arms dealers.”
You can probably already hear several alarm bells. For one it sounds like the plot of all three Taken movies - plus several other people pointed out it sounds exactly like The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova. For some reason, Ms. Corbett makes a giant negative connotation on both overweight (and some people say Jewish as well) to a positive “lean warrior” and for some reason red hair is also an important part of the heroines development. Because of course overweight girls can’t rescue their fathers - they have to completely physically transform themselves in order to become truly kick-ass.
Then it gets worse when Scott Begstrom says “The morality of the book is more complicated than a lot of YA so I
wanted to try doing it on my own,” Bergstrom said. “In a lot of YA, the
conflict takes place inside a walled garden, set up by outside adult
forces. If you think of those stories as a metaphor for high school,
they start to make a lot more sense, but that was one thing I wanted to
Bergstrom disses both the YA genre writers and his primary audience - which is primarily women and girls. Not only that, but he sounds like he’s literally never read a YA book in his life, let alone have any business writing one. This was I think the primary spark that caused the firestorm on twitter.
Then the article praises the story as being revolutionary and outstanding, basically the next best thing that happened to YA. So when white man writes a YA book about a hyper-violent teenage heroine
people say it’s morally ambiguous instead of being a high-school metaphor– he’s
revolutionizing the genre, gets a six figure book deal, sells to 16
countries, and a movie deal with the Pirates of Caribbean director. Meanwhile, all the female authors who’ve literally created and up-kept
YA for decades are still dismissed and side-lined and deemed unimportant and are constantly forced to defend their work and prove it’s worth simply because they are women.
The article finishes with Scott’s agent Tracy Adams “thought that
Gwen would get a lot of leeway from readers because of her mission’s
goal. “She’s going to do whatever it takes to save her dad and that was
good enough for me,” Adams said. “Kicking butt to save your dad is
actually a lot easier for me to swallow than kids killing kids in The Hunger Games.”
Can you believe that this woman basically dismisses one of the most important YA novels of our decade by trivializing it? Literally what she’s saying is “the violence is our book is more
palatable that the violence you’ll see in that one really popular YA…
you might have heard of it”
So as you can tell, this got a lot of people - authors, readers, and bloggers very angry. Not even because of this instant, but because this shit happens all the time, and women writers are tired of being side-lined every single time a white man decides that he’s better at doing what women have been doing their entire lives while he haven’t even bothered to learn anything about the subject.
Kayla Whaley @PunkinOnWheels on twitter created the #MorallyComplicatedYA hastag on twitter in response so that people could not only respond to this but also give recommendations about morally complicated YA novels that already exist.
I’ve also heard that people have read excerpts from the book ( @buttermybooks and @ladybookmad and @cresdarnels) have told me that this guy basically created a “I’m better than those other females” character and basically bashes the YA dystopias that already exist and their readers.
At this point, I’m not really angry with Bergstrom but with the publishers, who clearly decided that this guy - a debut author- is worth a six figure deal, rights in 16 territories,
and a movie deal with a basic plot like “fat Jewish girl gets lean
and red-haired when her diplomat father goes missing and she has to go
to Europe to rescue him while beating up and meeting up bad guys”.
They’re showing us what they think they find valuable while ignoring the fact that this guy is literally insulting not only to the genre but the readers who love it as well.
To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest. They are doing open casting calls all over the country. Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.
A/N: My inspiration for Nikki is the one and only Red, AKA @oriona75. So I am actually telling two stories here, Jared and Readers, and Sam and Gemini’s. It flips back and forth, so try and keep up! :)
Characters: Jared Padalecki, Reader, Best friend Nikki(OC) Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, Mark Pellegrino, Rory Montgomery (OC), PA Emily (OC) Cliff, Other Supernatural cast and crew
The next morning we all had early call times so Jared, Jensen, and I were going to ride in together. Jared and I were already in the car when Jensen came down. He hesitated a moment before getting in. He looked first at Jared, then at me. “We good here?” he asked shortly.
Jared just nodded. I blew out an annoyed breath. “Yes, DAD we are all good here. Now, will you get in the damn car so we aren’t all late for work?” I snapped.
“Touchy, touchy,” Jensen muttered as he settled himself in the front seat and we finally headed to the studio. Jared had been very quiet all morning, and I was wondering what was going through his mind.
“You okay, Jare?” I whispered
“Yeah, I’m just tired. Someone kept me up late last night,” he said with a grin.
I pulled at the collar of my shirt, showing him my neck. “The girls in makeup are gonna LOVE me today. Lots of stuff to cover up.”
I heard Jensen snort from the front seat. “Somebody a little rough last night?” he questioned with that shit-eating grin of his.
“Stuff it, Ackles,” I responded, and then stuck my tongue out at him for good measure.
I looked over at Jared, and I noticed he was reading today’s call sheet. He didn’t look happy. “Your shooting with Rory today?” He said quietly.
Keith: Lance, you okay? You’ve seemed kinda blue recently.
Lance: *skin dyed bright blue* No really?! Its not like /someone/ changed my lovely face cream and body wash so that it’d dye my skin blue.
Keith: Despite what you believe it wasn’t me.
Lance: THIS IS WAR KEITH!! WAAAAAR!
*the next day*
Shiro: Lance what did you do?
Keith: *storms into room with fire-engine red hair* What did you do?!
Lance: Awe Mullet, you look adorable.
Keith: LANCE! THIS ISN’T FUNNY!
Lance: It’s a little funny.
When Betty woke the next day, Jughead had already left for work. She was happy and sad at the same time. Happy because she needed to just be in the apartment for a day by herself and breathe without her heart pounding in her chest and sad because despite all that, she missed him already. She sighed and padded into the kitchen to find some breakfast. She was busy shuffling around the fridge when there was a knock at the door. She frowned and stood unsure for a minute and then walked over and looked through the peep hole. An older woman, with jet black hair and fire engine red lipstick stood there, holding a covered casserole dish. Betty pulled the door open and was met with a brilliant smile.
“Hi!” the woman exclaimed. “You must be Betty!” She almost plowed over Betty as she swept past her into the apartment and deposited the casserole on the counter. “I’m so happy to finally meet you!” she exclaimed and to Betty’s surprise, grabbed her in a fierce hug. She smelled like roses.
“Hi…hello…” Betty stuttered, a little shocked.
“I’m Mrs. Reynolds,” the woman said, holding out her hand as if she hadn’t just squeezed the breath from Betty. They shook hands and the woman kept Betty’s in both of hers. “Was your room satisfactory? I told Jughead that I simply had to clean it. The man in it before you wasn’t very tidy and I was glad when he left. I don’t think Jughead liked him either. He was very rude that man.” Betty’s mouth twitched with a smile at the woman’s frowning rant.
“It was lovely, thank you so much.”
“When Jughead told me an old friend was coming to stay and it was a girl, I just had to make sure everything was pretty. I tried to get information out of him about you but all he could say was that you were very smart, nice and pretty,” the woman said with a roll of her eyes. Betty flushed. Jughead told the women she was pretty? He hadn’t seen her in years. “He said that’s all he remembered, but of course he was blushing at that point so I think he just wanted me to shut up. Yes, exactly like you’re doing right now, that cute little blush on the cheeks,” Mrs Reynolds said with a smile and then pinched Betty’s cheeks.
“Would you like some tea?” Betty asked, unsure of what she should say. She was still reeling that Jughead had told the women she was pretty.
“I would love some, and you can call me Sally,” she said, and then set about making the tea herself. It was obvious she was very familiar with the apartment.
“So, you know Jughead pretty well?” Betty asked, sitting on the stool.
“Yes, that sweet young man is always taking care of me. I didn’t know him too well the first year, he kept pretty much to himself, but after my husband passed away, he came over to offer his condolences and asked if I needed help with anything and he sort of became my helper. He makes sure things stay working and he gets me things I need if I feel poorly. He checks in almost every day, either with a knock on the door to give an old lady a hug or a text saying ‘hello’.” Betty smiled. She had realized over the last week that Jughead was extremely thoughtful and went out of his way to make sure she was ok.
“He’s really great,” she said softly.
“I clean this place once a month, like give it a good scrub. I insisted, of course, when he tried to tell me I didn’t have to, and I make sure he has a lasagna every Friday. I missed last week because I had a flu bug, so I made this weeks a little bigger. I knew you were here, so I added extra love,” Sally said with a bright smile. Betty couldn’t help but smile back. “So, tell me, how does Jughead know you?”
“We grew up together. I haven’t seen him in a while though, he left home when he was 18 and it’s nice to reconnect now. We have a mutual friend who set this up so I’d have a place to stay when I went to school. It’s been nice seeing him again.”
“I’m sure it has,” Sally said with a knowing look on her face. “He’s very handsome, isn’t he?” she asked with a wink. Betty blushed and concentrated on putting honey in her tea. Sally laughed and poured cream into her tea with a bit of sugar. “Oh you kids. Both blushing at the mention of the other, this is very interesting indeed,” she said, almost to herself. They chatted a while longer; well, Sally chatted a while longer. Betty couldn’t really get a word in as the woman told her life story in a matter of 10 minutes. By the time she got up to leave, Betty’s head was reeling. She decided she loved Sally Reynolds and was glad to have met her. She was invited to come over any time she wanted and have tea.
“Thank you, I’ll do that,” Betty said smiling.
“And please tell Jughead that I need him to come change some light bulbs for me. I’m just too short and too old to be climbing chairs,” Sally said with a sigh. Betty promised she would and then she was gone. After she put the lasagna in the fridge and had a bit to eat, she took a shower and pulled on some jeans and a t-shirt. Her phone dinged and she pulled it from her pocket. It was a text from Jughead.
J: Hey, just wanted to say hi and check in
Betty smiled and sat down on the couch.
B: I met Mrs. Reynolds.
J: Oh boy, lol. How was that?
B: I really like her, she’s nice. She brought lasagna.
J: Nice, we’ll have it for dinner.
B: ….and she needs lightbulbs changed.
J: lol, ok, I’ll have to pick some up after work.
Betty paused for a while, unsure of what to say. She smiled and sent another text.
B: You’re really sweet, Juggie.
Jughead didn’t reply for a while and she thought he may have gone back to work. He replied a minute later with a smile emoji. Betty wondered if he was blushing and she grinned.
B: I think Sally has an old lady crush on you.
J: Stop it lol
B: have a great day, stay safe.
J: would you like to meet me for lunch?
Betty was surprised and happy as she read the text.
B: I would love to. What shall I bring?
J: Burger and fries would be great.
He sent the address of where he was working and told her how to get there and made her promise to text if she felt unsure about the directions. She promised she would.
Betty managed to get to the street where Jughead was working with no problems and she found the burger joint he had mentioned and ordered the food. It was close to when he said he broke for lunch and she headed over to the fenced off area where a building was going up. She stood unsure until a supervisor came up and asked if she needed anything.
“I’m looking for Jughead? He asked me to bring lunch,” she said with a smile. The man turned and looked in the direction where a group of men were digging at something with shovels.
“Hey Jones,” he yelled. “Your girl’s here.” Betty was about to correct him that she wasn’t his girl but the man was already walking off. She looked over and finally spotted Jughead as he straightened and looked in her direction. She waved and he smiled, putting his shovel down and pulling off his gloves. She watched him and felt the familiar fluttering in her stomach. He was wearing jeans and a tight white tank top and his arms were sweaty and streaked with dirt and her mind suddenly raced back in time to another construction site that her and Veronica had brought lunch to one day.
Jughead and Archie had been helping Archie’s father at his work site and even though she doesn’t recall even having taken notice of Jughead at the time, she suddenly saw a flash of him in a similar white tank top and a hard hat perched on his head, his face smiling as he talked to Archie. Betty was beginning to wonder just how stupidly blind she had been back then.
“Hey Jug, I didn’t know you had yourself a pretty girl,” someone called out and Betty flushed and Jughead lifted his hand, giving the guy the finger and kept walking toward her. There were a few cat call whistles and by the time he reached her with his lazy swagger she was blushing red.
“Ignore them, they’re idiots,” he said with a laugh when he reached her. She didn’t bother telling him that he was a little flushed too. Although, it may have just been from working. He lifted the tank top and wiped his face and Betty almost dropped the bag of food. Fuck. His hard stomach glistened with a sheen of sweat and she swallowed and quickly looked down.
He led her over to a pile of lumber and they sat down on top of it and she handed him his lunch. He smiled his thanks and dug right in. While they ate, Betty glanced up at the building that was going up. It was quite impressive and the thought of Jughead being on the top made her nervous.
“This is quite impressive,” she said, motioning to the structure as she popped a fry in her mouth. “The thought of you being all the way up there is a little frightening,” she admitted.
“I always wear a safety harness,” he said with a smile.
“You like the work?”
“It’s ok,” he said with a shrug. “Pays the bills and keeps me in shape.”
“Yeah it does,” she blurted before she could bite her tongue. She immediately blushed and when she risked a peek at him, he was looking at his drink, smiling. He glanced at her and despite the faint flush on his cheeks, which she now decided wasn’t from work, he winked. She nudged him with her shoulder and he laughed and finished off his burger.
“So, you like Sally?” he asked, taking a sip of his drink.
“She’s very nice. She talks a lot, but she’s very nice,” Betty said with a smile. “She didn’t like your last roommate.” Jughead laughed.
“Yeah, he was a bit of an ass, but he mostly kept to himself and he helped with the rent so I put up with him for a while. I was relieved when he said he was leaving. Of course I had to find another roommate, but that worked out pretty good, I think,” he said with a soft smile. She smiled at him and handed him the rest of her burger. He gladly accepted.
“Back to work Jones,” a yell came a while later.
“Someone’s always gotta spoil a good time,” he said with a sigh and hopped off the lumber. He helped her down and she gathered up their garbage. “I’ll be home around 6 today. Gonna be putting in extra hours the next couple weeks. They want this under the roof before the snow flies,” he explained. She nodded her understanding and to her surprise, he gave her a quick hug and before she could return it, he was already walking away. Betty stood, flustered and smiling and when he turned to smile back at her she gave him a happy wave.
The next couple weeks, Betty settled into an easy routine and life became a little easier. Jughead worked a lot and she rarely saw him. He came home late most weeknights, exhausted from work and usually ate, showered and fell asleep on the couch. On Saturdays she learned that he liked things quiet as he would type out his article for his writing job for the following week’s online post. Sunday’s he slept late and spent the day lounging around, watching movies or reading. She kept busy with homework and much to her surprise and excitement, got a job at Molly’s tavern across the street. She was thrilled that it was so close to home and so was Jughead. He didn’t want to worry about her coming home late from work and having to ride the rails alone.
She worked every afternoon and all day Friday’s and some Sundays and it was perfect. The wage was good enough so she could afford her living costs and she was thankful for it. It was easy living with Jughead. He was so kind and considerate and she was starting to like him more and more. Her butterflies and racing heart didn’t ease and pretty much were a constant thing now. She was aware of everything he did when he was around. The way he moved and smiled and flushed when things got a little flirty. Well, not so much flirting but there would be moments where their eyes would hold, or his gaze would flicker over her mouth, or they would sit on the couch, barely touching but close enough to be very aware of each other. She was starting to realize she wasn’t the only one affected by their closeness.
Betty would catch him watching her and then quickly looking away. He hugged her a lot, sometimes holding her longer than necessary for a quick hello hug. When she would forget herself and brush his hair back, he would go still and just hold her gaze. She noticed he really liked when she was wearing shorts, his eyes would linger on her legs and she flirted with it by wearing them around the apartment when they weren’t going out. She wasn’t sure what really was happening as he hadn’t really made any kind of move and if she was being honest, it all scared her a little. She had very little experience with men, having not dated a lot and the guys she had dated had been pretty vanilla and there had never really been any sexual tension. With Jughead, she was constantly gazing at his mouth and wondering if he was a good kisser. He never mentioned any girls and it was pretty clear he didn’t have a girlfriend at the moment and she wondered if he had had any serious ones while he’d been in New York.
It was the last weekend in September when Jughead’s work finally eased a little. He had that Friday off and he came to visit her at work around noon. She smiled and came over as he sat by the bar and he ordered lunch and asked her to join him. She took her lunch break and they shared a plate of fries and a sandwich.
“I have to do a story on a fair that’s happening tomorrow. It’s the last one of the season and I’m supposed to report all the fun and excitement of it. Maybe we could go for the day and I’ll write the article on Sunday?”
“That sounds like a lot of fun, I’d love to go,” she said happily. He smiled in response.
“What time you get off here?” he asked.
“At 4:00. My boss asked me to work the evening shift but I knew you had the day off and I said no…..” Betty stopped talking, realizing she was telling more than she intended. He smiled and looked at her and she sighed, realizing she should probably give a reason why his being home would make her not take the shift.
“Ummm, we haven’t spent a lot of time together lately and i….I kind of miss you,” she finished in a flushed whisper. Jughead nudged her knee with his and she looked at him.
“I missed you too,” he said softly, his eyes warm. When her break was over he stood and threw some cash down for the food. “I’ll see you later,” he said with a smile and a hug. She smiled like an idiot as she watched him walk out.
When she got home after her shift, he had their weekly lasagna in the oven and was laying on the couch reading a book. She kicked off her shoes and came over and flopped down on the couch and he got his legs out of the way just in time.
“Rough afternoon?” he asked with a laugh.
“Yeah. Rowdy bunch of men decided to start the evening early and I had to dodge ass pinches all afternoon.”
“What?” Jughead said, sounding angry. He got up. “Are they still there?” Betty laughed and pulled him back down on the couch.
“I’m fine, I gave one a good slap and they didn’t try anymore. Plus, David the bouncer boss guy threatened to throw them out and they started to behave.” She had pulled him down beside her and still had her hand on his arm. He was just so warm and she lay her head against the top of his arm, closing her eyes for a minute.
“Did you have a good day?” she asked softly.
“It was alright. Did some reading and had lunch with a pretty girl.” Betty flushed and felt the familiar warmth in her stomach.
“Oh yeah? Is she nice?”
“Yeah, I kinda like her,” Jughead said softly.
“She probably likes you too,” Betty said just as softly. She peeked at him and he was watching her. The oven timer suddenly went off and they both jumped. Betty giggled and Jughead smiled and got up to get them some food. After they had eaten, they settled on their usual ends of the couch. He was tinkering around on his laptop and she tried reading a magazine. She gave up after a while, just wanting to talk to him.
“What happened when you first got to New York?” Betty asked. She had been curious ever since he had told her it was a conversation for another day and he grimaced a little and put down his laptop.
“It was rough. I got off the bus and was fucking robbed, like 5 minutes later.”
“Oh my God, really?” she gasped.
“Must have been my ‘I’m totally new here’ look I was going for,” he said with a laugh.
“What did you do?”
“Well, good thing all they wanted was my money, so I still had all my stuff but without money, there was nowhere I could get a place for the night, so I slept on the subway train that night. Managed to find enough change to get on and just didn’t get off till morning.”
“Oh Juggie,” she said, her eyes filling with tears.
“The first two weeks, I kind of wandered around looking for some kind of work and stayed in shelters. I managed to find a job eventually and when I got my first paycheck, I had enough for a crappy room for a couple months. I saved a lot and ate very little and finally had the means to rent a shoe box of an apartment and stayed there for a little over a year and saved almost everything I made until I could afford something better. I roomed with some guys at work for a few months and then found this place after I was able to land the writing job. I had been working odd jobs and when the construction job became available I grabbed it and have been there ever since. The money’s good and it keeps me in this place.”
“I’m sorry it was so rough,” she said sadly, picturing him sleeping in shelters and hardly eating. It was a heartbreaking thought.
“I chalk it up to a learning experience,” he said with a shrug.
“Were you scared at first?”
“Yeah,” he admitted softly. “The first night I was terrified if I’m going to be honest. After a while I figured out how to survive and it became easier. Things are looking up lately,” he said with a smile. “What about you? I know you said you wanted a change, but was it really that bad back in Riverdale? I always figured if anyone could take over in that town it was you.”
“Hardly,” she said with a laugh. “I had different jobs but all were boring and after a year of working with my parents at the Register I just had to quit or lose my freaking sanity. After a few years, I just wanted out. I really had enjoyed working at the paper and I decided to take the classes here and find something like that away from Riverdale.”
“No guy there to keep you from leaving?” he asked quietly. Betty flushed and looked down at her magazine.
“None that mattered,” she said softly, lifting her gaze back to him.
“How does a pretty girl like you not manage to get a guy to settle down? If I’m gonna be honest, I always thought you’d end up with Archie.” he said with a smile. “Like he’d come to his senses and realize you were the one.”
“He never did and I moved on. Now that I’m older I realize we weren’t a good match at all. As for the rest, they were all boring, and I was a little too intense for them so they dumped me,” she said smiling back. “What about you? No big city girlfriend?”
“I had a couple, didn’t amount to much,” he said with a shrug.
“One was boring, and one of them dumped me” he replied with a laugh and a twinkle in his eye. He studied her with a tilt of his head. “Explain this ‘you were too intense for your boyfriends’ bit.”
“I…um….well, I sort of have anxiety issues and it would get pretty bad sometimes and I’d have panic and anxiety attacks and they didn’t know how to deal with it,” she said quietly.
“Geez, I’m sorry Betts, are you doing ok now? That couldn’t have been easy to deal with since coming to New York,” Jughead said, his voice laced with concern.
“I’m ok,” she said smiling. “I’ve learned how to calm myself and breathe through it. If I have really bad days, I have medication. Thankfully I haven’t actually needed any since I got here. I should thank you for that, because you’ve been really wonderful, Juggie. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He smiled and nudged her with his foot.
“So what are you reading there?” he asked. Betty looked down and let out a laugh.
“Well, believe it or not, it’s a questionnaire on what your perfect mate would be. Like answer the questions and see what category you fit into kind of crap,” she said with a shrug. She looked at him and grinned. “Shall we do it?” He raised an eyebrow and thought about it.
“Only if we both answer the questions,” he said.
“Ok deal,” she said and lifted the magazine. “Question One, What is most important to you in a relationship?”
“Trust,” Jughead said immediately. “When I commit, I commit. If a girl doesn’t trust me, I won’t date her.” Betty smiled.
“I like that answer. I agree. Question Two, What is your ideal first date?”
“Snuggling on the couch, watching a movie,” Jughead said smiling.
“I like that, but I’ll take dinner first,” Betty said laughing. “Maybe a walk as well. Dinner, then a walk, then snuggling.”
“Noted,” Jughead said. She stared at him, and he winked. Betty flushed and looked back at the page.
“What are your views on marriage?”
“I’d love to find the right girl and get married,” Jughead said softly.
“Me too,” Betty said. “Except, find the right guy.” He chuckled and got off the couch and went to grab two beers. He cracked them open and came back, handing her one. “Thanks,” she said with a smile. She took a sip and read the next question.
“What color hair do you prefer?” Betty frowned. “That’s an odd question after the last few,” she said laughing.
“That doesn’t matter at all to me, although lately I’d have to say I prefer blonde,” Jughead said with a smile. Betty took a sip of beer, willing her racing heart to calm.
“I like dark hair,” she said quietly. “How many people have you kissed?”
“I don’t recall exactly,” Jughead said with a laugh. “A few.”
“Four for me,” Betty answered. “How many sexual partners….” She trailed off. “Geez,” she muttered.
“We don’t have to answer that,” Jughead said quickly. She raised an eyebrow at him, her interest peaked.
“No, let’s,” she said smiling. Jughead flushed and she was even more curious. “What’s wrong? Is your number embarrassingly high or low?” she asked with a laugh.
“Well, first I’m not embarrassed by it,” he said with a shrug. “It’s just…neither.”
“My number is zero,” Jughead said quietly. Betty slowly lowered her beer. She stared at him and saw he was completely serious.
“You’ve never slept with a girl?” she asked, astonished.
“How is that possible? I mean, you’re….” she trailed off, suddenly embarrassed.
“I’m what?” he asked with a chuckle.
“Really good looking,” she said lamely. He grinned at her.
“And that means I should be sleeping with girls?”
“Well, no, I guess not. I just thought most guys main goal in life was to get laid,” she said with a laugh. “That’s pretty much all the guys I know, anyway. You didn’t want to sleep with your girlfriends?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“I just didn’t want to.” Betty studied him and he held her gaze.
“Can you explain? Why are you not looking to ‘get rid’ of your virginity like most everyone else?”
“I don’t like the idea that virginity is something to ‘get rid’ of,” Jughead said honestly. “That sounds callous and sad. I don’t know, I always wanted it to mean something. Like the girl has to be special. I’m well aware that there aren’t a lot of people who think like me, and if they do, they don’t say it. I just want it to be special and I kind of want the person I lose it to, to be it for me. I know that sounds ridiculous and far fetched, but that’s just how I feel.”
“That’s not ridiculous at all,” Betty said smiling. Truthfully, it was about the most beautiful thing she had ever heard. Now she liked him even more. “Wait, is that why you got dumped?”
“Well, not exactly. I got dumped because she asked why I didn’t want to have sex and didn’t like the answer,” he said laughing.
“What was your answer?”
“I told her it didn’t feel right with her.”
“Ouch,” Betty said with a grimace.
“Yeah, the slap hurt too though,” he said.
“Oh Juggie,” she said in a fit of giggles. “Sorry for laughing cause it’s actually not funny at all…”
“It kind of is,” he said with a grin.
“Well, why do you think it didn’t feel right?”
“Well, honestly, she didn’t make my heart race, and I figure if a girl doesn’t at least make your heart race a little, you probably won’t fall in love with her either, so what’s the point.”
“And have there been any girls that ever made your heart race?” Betty asked slowly.
“Just one,” he said softly, holding her gaze. She couldn’t speak for him but her heart at the moment was going a mile a minute. She looked down, flustered and tried to read the next question.
“Ok, moving on,” she murmured.
“Ummm, no,” Jughead said with a smirk. “You haven’t answered the question.” Betty flushed and drank some beer.
“I’ve never slept with anyone,” she said honestly.
“Why not? You’re a pretty girl,” he said teasingly, mimicking her from his questioning. She smiled.
“None of them made my heart race,” she said softly.
“Has anyone ever made your heart race?” Jughead asked quietly, holding her gaze.
“Just one,” she whispered. Betty stared at him and her breath caught when his gaze dropped to her mouth. His cell suddenly rang and she jumped about a foot and so did he.
“Fucking hell,” he muttered, almost dropping his beer. He fished around for it and hit answer.
“What?” he snapped. Betty bit back her smile. Clearly he was just as frazzled as she was. “I’m a little busy,” he said after a moment. “Drinking beer…….yes that is a good reason…..look, not tonight, ok?” Jughead hung up the phone and got up to get another beer. “You want another one?”
“No, I’m good.”
“Want to watch a movie?” he asked, coming back to the couch.
“Any preference? I pretty much have them all.”
“You have all the movies?”
“All the genres,” he said laughing.
“Oh,” she said with a flush. “Something dramatic.”
“You ever seen Rain Man?” She shook her head and he popped the movie in and came back to the couch. “Were you going to keep the couch blanket in your room forever?” he asked with a smile.
“Oh, sorry,” she exclaimed and ran to get it. She came back and he pulled her down next to him and threw the blanket over their legs, his arm along the back of the couch, brushing her shoulders. She sat stiffly for a second, surprised and then she relaxed and leaned against him. She peeked at him and he was watching the screen with a small smile on his face.
“Is there a reason you took the blanket to your room?” he asked as she wiggled a bit to get into a good position.
“It was comforting,” she explained, finally settling fully into his side and tucking the blanket around her.
“Comforting how?” he asked and she was quiet for a minute.
“It smelled like you,” she finally answered in a whisper. When she risked a glance at him, he had a grin on his face. She smiled and turned her attention to the movie. She tried to concentrate on the movie but found it hard. His arm had moved from the back of the couch to fully rest on her shoulders and his fingers were rubbing the top of her arm. She was just starting to drift off to sleep when it ended and he moved his arm.
“We should head to bed, got a day of fair fun tomorrow,” he said with a smile. She yawned and uncurled and slowly got up. She stood and looked up at him and he smiled down at her.
“Thank you for the wonderful evening,” she said softly and before she lost her nerve she reached up and kissed his cheek and quickly hurried to her room, closing the door behind her.
Jughead stood in surprise and then started to smile. His cheek felt warm where her lips had brushed his skin and damn if they weren’t the softest lips he’d ever felt. He grinned bigger when he realized she had once again taken the blanket.
Summary: Emma Swan is a podcaster looking for a semi-interesting story. Dr. Killian Jones is a paranormal investigator who doesn’t believe in the paranormal. Emma Swan absolutely does not want to write this story—but it seems to be writing itself. A CS Black Tapes AU.
+ Honestly, the worst thing about this job is the constant threat of, “You have a face too pretty for radio,” every time she has to conduct an interview with some bland fuck-boy that the country has suddenly decided is worth her time. If not for the occasionally tedious subject matter and overeager interviewees, it would be damn near perfect.
OK so I saw a post that was basically like “Things that YOI has done that other sports anime don’t do” and it was bothering me so I’m going to respond to some of the points on it I found weird and arguable.
“Given us a sports anime where the characters aren’t color coded based on their hair.”
Lmao I don’t even know what you’re trying to say with this because I can think of one (1) sports anime that has a crazy assortment of hair colors, and that’s Kuroko no Basuke, so if you meant Kurobas just say Kurobas. The only other one would be Free!, but Haru’s hair is black and Makoto’s hair is brown, the only weirdos are Rei and the Matsuoka siblings. So I’m going to count Free! as a no.
Some examples of sports anime where the characters hair colors are pretty much as or more normal then the hair colors in Yuri! on Ice:
Haikyuu!!, Oofuri, Diamond no Ace, Days!, Battery, Free!, Cheer Danshi, Yowapeda (little bit of weirdness as far as hair goes but only with a handful of characters and Minami’s hair is fire engine red and blonde and Victor’s hair is white so), Hajime no Ippo, Slam Dunk, Prince of Tennis, Tsuritama ( I don’t know if this ‘counts’ strictly speaking but it is about fishing so), Prince of Stride, Baby Steps, Eyeshield 21, Ping Pong the Animation
That’s SIXTEEN sports anime and those are just ones I’ve watched and are pretty familiar with. If you’re looking for anime without an aggressive amount rainbow hair colors, these should all do fine.
“The characters don’t pull out some “special super saiyan” moves. They fall down and they visibly look tired after their performances.”
Again, if you want to say Kurobas, just say Kurobas. I think Prince of Tennis could also be an addition to this. These are the only two that come to mind that have “super saiyan” moments. If you’re talking about how “realistic” the anime is, YOI isn’y a shining, glowing example of that either. It’s been said time and time again that the routines that these skaters are doing are of a difficulty that has largely never been achieved by real skaters, and are receiving scores that are easily breaking the records of anything a real skater has ever done.
Some examples of sports anime which are as or more realistic then Yuri!!! On Ice include:
Oofuri, Haikyuu!!, Giant Killing, Days!, Diamond no Ace, Battery, Free!, Cheer Danshi, Yowapeda, Prince of Stride, One Outs, Baby Steps
etc. etc. there are definitely a lot more that I know less about that belong on here. That’s ten at LEAST. Don’t forget that these are yanno, TV shows, and things that are generally fairly normal in a sport will often be emphasized and dramatized for effect.
Also as a side note, exhaustion and injury definitely like, yanno, happen in Kurobas. Like. Often.
“A lot of the skaters are shown practicing or training on and off the rink which is great for character development.”
Literally every sports anime practically ever has SOME component of practice. Also most of the practicing we’ve seen has been montages????
Some examples of sports anime where practice is a particularly important element of the show:
“Victor and Yuri’s relationship isn’t the entire show, but it’s still a VERY important aspect.”
Sports anime where relationships are very important aspects of the show but not the entire show, as in the sport itself is still important:
Oofuri, Haikyuu!!, Cheer Danshi, Diamond no Ace, Kurobas, Days!, Yowapeda, Baby Steps, Prince of Stride
“The female characters don’t take the backseat.”
Idk what you’re defining as taking the back seat. There are DEFINITELY a lot of female characters and they’re all amazing and awesome, but they’re not even remotely being treated as importantly as the male mc’s. We haven’t even seen any of the female figure skaters skate. The overwhelming amount of female characters, and the diversity among them, is FANTASTIC. This show is definitely a big step forward as far as women in sports anime goes. But it’s not the only sports anime with important female characters, nor in my opinion the one that does them the most justice. and completely ignoring all of the other amazing female characters other sports anime have to offer in order to make YOI look better accomplishes nothing.
Some examples of shows with great, important, reoccurring female characters:
Oofuri, Days!, Cheer Danshi, Kurobas, Haikyuu!!, Baby Steps, Free!, Chihayafuru, Prince of Stride
“The coaches are also important to the characters and the viewers.”
Not even gonna talk about this one. Also I don’t get this as much because the only coaches we’re really like, very close to are Victor and Yakov.
Examples of shows where the coaches are important to the characters and the story: Oofuri, Haikyuu!!, Days!, Cheer Danshi, Kurobas, Battery, Baby Steps, Diamond no Ace
Keep in mind that I’m a VERY limited POV on this subject. I haven’t watched nearly as many sports anime as some people and I know I’m leaving a lot of series off the list just because I don’t have enough knowledge on them. If anyone has any that they’d like to add that you think I’ve forgotten, please feel free to let me know!
The point is, even with my limited knowledge, I can still pull out multiple examples of sports anime that counter the points that the OP was making. I’m getting really tired of these posts that are just like, blatant lies about other sports anime just to make YOI look better. YOI can stand just fine on it’s on without people comparing it to other sports anime. There’s literally no need for this and the more I see it the more frustrated I get.
As for my own recommendations, I think everyone who likes YOI should watch Oofuri (ESPECIALLY this), Haikyuu!!, and Days! because they feel most similar in tone. Tsuritama isn’t strictly speaking a “sports anime” in the traditional sense, but I’d also recommend that because it’s just so damn cute and creative and great. Of course, I recommend everyone watch all of these anime but yanno.
Every child plays with fire at some stage. It’s easy to let little fingers dart through candle flames. It’s fun to hold a match under bits of paper, watch them curl into themselves under blue flames and transform into delicate ashen ghosts. It’s curiosity, mostly, it’s fresh eyes entranced by the amorphous, the untouchable, the glowing. Most children, though, they grow up. The curiosity fades with age, replaced by indifference. Sometimes, fear.
That’s the thing about Tyler, though. He doesn’t really grow up in the way his peers do; he doesn’t try on new hairstyles and turn his old self to cinder. He’s always in tune with the tree rings inside him.
Tyler can’t remember a time where he hasn’t been enraptured by the silent pulse of glowing embers.
Hi everyone! I’ve had this idea in my head for awhile, and I’ve decided that this is going to be my main focus for the time being. I’m going to try my best to update this every Wednesday night/Early Thursday morning.
This is a lesbian AU, set in Chicago during present day. Bianca, 26, is a successful business owner of the fabulous Simplicité Salon & Spa. Adore, 21, is her new personal assistant/makeup apprentice from Southern California. The two are close in age but couldn’t be more different, but they might end up surprising one another as they get to know each other, as well as themselves. Adore and Bianca are both on their own paths to acheiving personal growth, and have the help of Courtney, Bob, Farrah, and more. 😽 This will have a few side ships, and I already have it partially outlined because well, some of these experiences actually happened to me personally.
This is mainly a teaser chapter, its 3.9k so somewhat lengthy so I really hope you enjoy!!
Adore was dressed in her signature red flannel, ripped shorts, and ripped tights, embracing her mom tightly in the middle of LAX. Her mom squeezed her back extra hard, rubbing her floppy straw hat and kissing her forehead one last time.
“Do you have to do this Adore?” Bonnie asked tearfully, moving a strand of fire engine red hair behind her ear.
Adore gulped, nodding solemnly as she clutched her hello kitty bag.
“Yeah mom. I do. It’s for the best.”
Adore had been in a slump since her high school days. She was stuck in an economic wasteland, known more commonly as southern california. She had a hard three years; from trying and failing to complete community college, to not being able to get a job due to her lack of experience, and on top of that being a raging lesbian with no love life in sight.
She had been desperate for change. She had tried everything from joining a baseball league, to partying in downtown LA by herself, to even trying to make friends through a stupid app called Bumble.
It wasn’t until she began looking online at the job boards, for any sort of opportunity that stuck out to her - where she unexpectedly found a new adventure.
Wanted: Personal Assistant & Apprentice in Makeup Artistry at Simplicité Salon and Spa
Salary will be contingent on candidates ability to perform daily tasks effectively, such as: heavy lifting, graphic design, answering phone calls, managing social media, greeting clients, and participation in off site events. Candidate must be able to work weekends, weekdays, and long shifts, as well as multi-task effectively. They must be open minded, and willing to learn new things daily. Experience not necessary. Room in house will be included as a part of employment, due to unpredictable demands and long hours.
Location: Chicago, IL
“Mom!” Adore yelled, as she ran down the stairs excitedly. She ran around the corner to the kitchen, where Bonnie was preparing Chilé Quilles.
“Yes?” Bonnie asked, lips pursed patiently as she waited for her youngest daughter to tell her what was happening.
“There’s this job opportunity and I think I’m going to go for it!” Adore exclaimed, jumping up and down wildly. She didn’t know why, but when she saw the job posting she got the chills - and just felt like it was a good fit. But she didn’t want to apply for it without her mom’s approval.
“That’s great baby!” Bonnie squealed, clapping her hands relieved. “Where is it at? And what will you be doing?”
“See the thing is, is that the job will be in Chicago but I think it’d be totally cool for me to get out of California for awhile!” Adore said nonchalantly , twisting a red curl around her finger. “I’d be a personal assistant for a fancy ass salon though, and I’d get to do makeup!”
“Chicago?” Bonnie frowned, turning the flame off on the stove. She turned to face Adore with sad eyes. “Why do you want to move so far away?”
“Mom,” Adore sighed, frustrated. “I don’t, but it’d be totally temporary and I’d get to live in a brand new state! The job is an amazing oppurtunity, once in a lifetime-”
“Where will you stay? How will you afford rent? And groceries? Adore it’s not as simple as you’re making it-”
“A room to rent is included if I get the job. Apparently my new boss would need me at random times, which means I’d need to be at her disposal at all times.” Adore explained.
“That sounds a bit sketchy. Are you sure this is a legit listing?” Bonnie raised an eyebrow as she handed Adore a plate.
“I thought the same thing, but I looked on the salon’s website as well and the same listing is there. Did you know that it’s one of the top 5 salon and spas in the midwest?”
“No, because I don’t even know the name of the spa mija. We live in California, not Illinois.” Bonnie deadpanned.
“Oh it’s called Simplicité.” Adore said, unknowingly failing to do a horrible french accent. She shoveled the chile quilles into her mouth as her mom pondered silently over the news.
Of course for Bonnie, the move was going to be hard - especially since Adore is the last one left at home. But, she knew Adore was miserable here in Southern California, and maybe the change of scenery wouldn’t be such a bad idea for her.
Adore had been through alot in the last 3 years, and Bonnie had watched all of the unfortunate events happen to her. First it was the ruthless bullying for her alternative fashion sense, which Bonnie will silently admit wasn’t the best. Adore had been bullied so much, she had ended up dropping out of high school and going to continuation school instead.
Then there was the community college incident. She had decided to go to school for psychology, and ended up dropping out after one semester. She hated it, despised how she felt lost within the crowd and ended up trying to find a job instead.
Adore was into makeup, there was no secret about that. Bonnie would come home to her sitting cross legged in front of her laptop, practicing a smokey eye or contouring and highlighting. It was one of the only times she would ever see a smile on her daughter’s face. She had attempted to get a job at MAC in the mall, but she ended up getting cut because of -you guessed it: her interview attire.
Adore was young, and if this spa was willing to give her a chance - then she should go for it. Despite how hard it would be on Bonnie as a new empty nester.
“I think it’s a great idea.” Bonnie finally admitted, looking sternly into her 21 year old’s eyes.
“Yay! Thanks mom!” Adore squealed, tackling Bonnie into a bear hug before she ran back up the stairs.
A few weeks later
“Hello Miss Delano, this is Bianca from Simplicité. After careful review of your application and resume, I would like to extend an official offer of employment to you. I was very impressed with your charisma and charm over the phone, and think you would be a great fit for our team. Please give me a call back if you are still interested in the position. You would begin your employment on June 16th, and your airfare will be taken care of as a courtesy since you had mentioned how costly it is. Thank you and have a nice day.”
Adore dropped her phone in stunned silence as she realized it was happening. It was all real now.
She was finally going to have a chance at happiness again.
“Call me as soon as you land okay? I love you mija, show them all what a kickass chola you are.” Bonnie gave her a kiss one last time, before watching her daughter walk through the shiny glass doors of LAX. Adore looked back one last time, tearfully as she waved goodbye to her mom.
Her mom had been her best friend all throughout childhood. They had done everything together from the time she was born up until this very day, her moving day.
A part of her still couldn’t believe she was going through with this, who just packs all of their shit and moves 2,000 miles across the country? Who applies for a job in Chicago when they live in Southern California? Apparently Adore Delano does.
It was hard leaving her mom by herself, but she knew if she were to stay - she would never move out of her mom’s house and become independent. She would stay there forever, and never find someone to be with, and never get over all of the past trauma she had to deal with.
“Flight 329 to Chicago, boarding in 5 minutes.” The stewardess announced from the terminal. Adore shuffled across the airport, scurrying as she cut a dozen people in line to get through security.
“Miss, you can’t cut me!” An angry old man yelled.
“I have a plane to catch and if I miss it, my entire life will be ruined. Do you really want to fuck up my destiny man? It’s already bad enough mercury is in retrograde right now.” Adore snapped back bitterly.
“I could give two shits about your life and your planets!”
“Fuck off!” Adore yelled, throwing the middle finger up defiantly as she was ushered through security from TSA. She tore her converse off quickly and shoved her purse in a plastic bin, throwing her middle finger up again as she heard the old man muttering obscenities to himself. A guard pushed her gently into the full body scanner, telling her to hold still.
Stepping out of the scanner, she grabbed her bag and shoes quickly and began running towards her gate. She was slipping on the linolueum as her tights rubbed against the shiny surface. She cursed herself as she slowed down to a brisk walk, locating her gate and making a run for it.
“Group B, please stand up and get in line.”
Adore looked down at her ticket, and noticed she was group A. Fuck! She had missed her group. The odds of her getting a window seat now were slim to none. She ran made it to her gate, just in time for the stewardess to begin scanning all of Group B’s tickets. She slowly followed the line of group B’s and finally made it onto the plane, barefoot and all.
She looked around frantically, hoping she would find a window seat near the front. Luckily, she managed to slip into one near the wing. She sighed, excusing herself as she climbed over the overweight man and the small blonde teenager who couldn’t’ve been more than 15 to get to it. She slid her purse underneath the seat, and sighed in relief. She had made it. She was on the plane and she was about to start her new life.
She wouldn’t be arriving to Chicago until late at night, around 11:30 to be accurate. The flight was 5 hours from SoCal, which was the longest non stop flight she had ever been on. She pulled her ipod out of her pocket and popped the earbuds in, as she leaned her head back in the seat and drifted off peacefully.
“It is 11:45 pm currently in Chicago, thank you so much for flying with us tonight. Goodnight!”
Adore rubbed her eyes sleepily as she woke up to the bright fluorescent airplane lights. She had slept the whole time! That was actually really nice! As she began to get up, a flash of light illuminated the airplane from outside.
It was storming outside?
Thunder cracked loudly overhead, causing Adore to jump - and she hurriedly grabbed her purse and phone.
2 new messages
Bianca: I’m downstairs by the baggage claim. I have red hair. I’m also holding a sign with your name on it, hopefully you won’t miss me.
Sassy, Adore thought. She scrolled to the next message and smiled.
Bianca: Your flight was clearly delayed due to the weather. You’re going to experience your first midwestern storm tonight.
Adore hated storms with all of her heart. They hardly ever got them in SoCal, but when they did she would refuse to go anywhere because of how unpredictable the lightning was. She put her converse back on and scurried out of the airplane quickly, doing her best to not look scared as she followed the crowd towards baggage claim.
A wave of nervousness washed over her. As she looked for Bianca, she couldn’t help but wonder why she was chosen for the job. She had no previous work experience, and on top of that Bianca had to pay for her flight out here.
She wondered how her new boss looked. Was she tall? Short? Fat? As she pondered it, she realized she had made it to baggage claim, and that there was a short red headed woman near the corner with her name on a piece of paper.
Adore gulped as she walked over to her timidly, holding her purse close to her.
“Ah, you must be Adore.” Bianca smiled, folding the piece of paper and putting it in her black purse. “I’m Bianca, it’s nice to meet you.”
Adore shook her hand softly and smiled shyly. Bianca was much prettier than she imagined, and much more intimidating. She was dressed in a sheer high low black strapless dress, a cardigan with a silver brooch on it, and black pumps. Her makeup was done heavily, and her sleek strawberry hair was tightly styled into a bun on the side of her head.
Adore was kicking herself for not dressing up, as she stared down at her worn black converse and ripped tights. She felt vulnerable now.
“God, you call that a handshake?” Bianca scoffed, “Try again, and this time try not to let your hand flop in mine lazily.”
Adore’s eyes widened, shocked at her crassness. She gripped her hand firmly again, shaking it with confidence as she met her beady brown eyes. She was tired, the heavy makeup distracted an untrained eye from it - but Adore found it easy to see through that.
“Long day?” Adore asked, studying Bianca’s eyes carefully. A look of surprise flashed across her face for just a moment, before she composed herself.
“Everyday is a long day when you’re a business owner.” Bianca said, plastering on a smile. “Grab your bags and let’s go. We need to get home, especially since we have an early start tomorrow.”
An early start? They were starting her training already? Wow, not even a one day’s break, Adore thought. She wasn’t expecting to be thrown in immediately.
Bianca smirked at the younger girls panicked expression. Clearly she didn’t realize she would be starting so soon.
“There’s no rest for the wicked, Miss Delano. We have a lot of work to do.” Bianca said, studying her new peer. She had dry, brittle, red hair that looked like it needed a brush ran through it six months ago, as well as 5 or 6 other products. Her choice in fashion was… interesting to say the least. Definitely still trying to make a statement, she noticed as she scanned the mismatched prints of her flannel and polka dot tank top.
Once Adore grabbed her bags, they settled into Bianca’s suv - a Hyundai Santa Fe with a couple of various items littered in the backseat.
“Is that..a nightstand?” Adore asked confused as they loaded the last bag into the trunk.
“I like to get crafty,” Bianca smiled toothily. “That’s actually one of your projects for tomorrow. I’m looking to switch up the spa a little bit.”
“Great.” Adore said as enthusiastically as she could for someone who had been traveling all day. She was suddenly exhausted, finally feeling the impact of her day.
“Don’t worry, we’re gonna be home shortly.” Bianca comforted as they pulled out of the airport parking lot.
Adore surprisingly dozed off as Bianca drove through the city, despite the storm. When the car finally stopped moving, Adore jolted up noticing that they were parked in another parking garage.
“This is where you live?” Adore asked, bewildered.
“Where WE live.” Bianca corrected, opening the trunk as she grabbed one of Adore’s bags. Adore stretched her arms outwards before she got up, flipping her red hair over her shoulder nervously.
She stepped out of the car, feeling the sticky humidity grab her skin. The rain had stopped, but left it overly humid. “Gross.” Adore muttered quietly under her breath as she grabbed her bags.
“Get used to it. This is pretty common here.” Bianca chuckled, leading the way to the elevator, where there was an attendant standing inside.
“Good evening. Late night Miss Del Rio?” The blonde perky attendant, Alisha asked.
“Yes. I had to grab my new roommate from the airport.” Bianca smiled widely, elbowing Adore.
“Welcome to Chicago, Adore. I’m here in the evenings, for your convenience.” Alisha smiled at Adore. “ Floor six right?”
“Correct.” Bianca responded, as they settled into the elevator.
It was silent in the elevator as they awaited their floor. The two women were both exhausted, Bianca was amused at the younger girl’s attire. She was about to be in for the transformation of a lifetime. She wanted so bad to touch her hair, to see what exactly she would be working with, but the elevator dinged indicating that they had reached their floor.
“Good evening.” Alisha nodded, watching as the two women exited with their collection of luggage.
Bianca’s heels clacked on the marble tile in the hallway. This was a very nice building, Adore thought. Much nicer than anything she had ever been used to.
Bianca stopped in front of their apartment, a giant 305 was sprawled across the dark wooden door in elegant gold cursive.
“This is us.” Bianca chimed, unlocking the door with ease.
As Bianca sauntered into the home, Adore stopped and stared as she took in all of the sights around her.
In the entry way was a beautiful antique chandelier, it had to be a couple of hundred years old at least. But that’s not all. Bianca had pictures sprawled across the narrow hallway - pictures of her with famous people, in front of the salon on opening day next to a very attractive blonde and a sassy looking black guy wearing a fedora.
“That’s Courtney.” Bianca mused, watching Adore study the picture closely. “She’s a cunt.”
Adore laughed, surprised at her ubrupt description of Courtney. “You’re always one to keep it classy aren’t you?”
“Well of course. A southern belle like me always minds her manners.” Bianca said sarcastically.
Adore let out a long hearty laugh as she closed the front door behind her, settling into the hallway. Her
jaw dropped at another picture, eyes widened with envy.
Bianca froze when she saw her gazing in awe at one of the pictures in particular.
“Ah, you must have found one of my celebrity meet and greet photos.” Bianca smirked, closing the distance to see which picture she had discovered.
“I can’t believe you got to meet Anna Nicole. She was my idol.” Adore gushed, tracing her hand longingly over the picture frame.
Confused, she looked up at the girl. How did she even know who she was? She wasn’t that old.
“Aren’t you only 18?” Bianca asked confused.
“I’m 21.” Adore said hesitantly. “Didn’t you see my age on my background check?”
Oh. That meant she was only 5 years her junior. She acted much younger than her age, which really threw her off. She would be lying if she said she didn’t envy the young latina’s genes, she had smooth porcelain skin and bright blue eyes that dazzled. Her hair was a choice, but that was an easy fix. It was really too bad that she was hiding all of her natural beauty underneath the giant dry heap of red hair.
“I guess I should have. Well great.” Bianca said, taking the rest of her bags. “Let me show you to your room. I’m fucking tired.”
Adore raised her eyebrows as she followed her down the long hallway. Their rooms were across from each other, she discovered that Bianca’s door was closed.
As they entered the chic room, Adore was in shock. It was much bigger than the room she had lived in at home. She had a large window next to her bed; that had a great view of downtown Chicago. On top of that, her bed had brand new comforters, string lights hung around the vicinity, and scented candles from bath and body works were littered on her bedside table. As well as a notepad, a journal, and a planner.
“I got my inspiration from tumblr.” Bianca grinned, “You like?”
“Bitch, I fucking LOVE this! It’s totally me.” Adore squealed, kicking her shoes off and letting her feet sink into the shaggy black rug in the middle of the room.
“You might have noticed the notebook and planner on your bedside table.” Bianca cleared her throat uncomfortably. She didn’t know Adore very well yet, but felt weird about switching the conversation to a more business like setting. “You’re going to need to take notes. In the car, at work, wherever I am.”
“Notes? Why?” Adore asked.
“Well,” Bianca started, sitting on the edge of the black and white checkered bed. “You see, my mind goes a million miles an hour. And sometimes on a whim, I’ll get a really good idea and forget all of the specifics about it. So at any given moment, I’m going to need you to take notes as soon as I say basically. As you get to know me, you’ll know when my mind will start to go off the rails and when to start writing.”
Holy shit. Not even here for an hour, and Bianca was already telling her her expectations. It was midnight for fucks sake. Adore could barely process the fact that she was in a luxury apartment in the middle of Chicago, let alone taking notes and listening to every word Bianca says.
“Also,” Bianca continued, not waiting for a response. She grabbed the planner from the side table and placing it in Adore’s hands. “This is really important. My schedule is constantly changing, and I’ll need you with me pretty much at all times. You are basically my scheduler. This is where all of my meetings, appointments, etc should go.”
Adore nodded numbly, thumbing through the pages quickly to see how much room exactly
she would have to write things out. She was a very detailed person when it came to notes, unfortunately the planner did not have very much room. It was going to be quite an adjustment.
“Dress code is black, white and grey only.” Bianca stated, eyeing Adore’s suitcases suspiciously. She had a feeling she hardly had anything appropriate for working in a salon, but she decided for now she would give her the benefit of the doubt.
“Also, hair and makeup needs to be done. I wont let you go into work with frizzy hair.” Bianca let her eyes linger on the wild red mane before moving on. “While I’m cutting and styling hair, you’ll be working the front desk. You need to look like a 10 at all times, got it? We work in the beauty industry, not the ugly industry.”
This was a lot to take in. Adore could feel herself getting overwhelmed. Bianca had a lot of strict rules and expectations for her. She couldn’t blame her, if her apartment was this nice she could only imagine how upscale the salon looked as well. She had to do her best to fit the bill.
She was feeling very insecure and very unprepared. She thought a couple of nice pairs of black pants would suffice, but she was starting to feel like that wouldn’t be enough for Bianca’s standards.
“A response to any of this would be nice.” Bianca snapped, rolling her eyes.
“Sorry. It’s just a lot to take in.” Adore gulped.
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.” Bianca chuckled to herself, standing up. “I’ll let you go to sleep. Gotta get up bright and early tomorrow. We’re out the door at 8:00. I expect you’ll dazzle me with your first day outfit.”
“I’ll do my best man. Goodnight Bianca.” Adore smiled weakly.
Bianca flashed a tight smile before she walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Hey I’m going to try to make this as short as possible and will omit real names for privacy purposes. Myself I will call Twix and my sister Skittles. Friday after work and school we decided to meet up to line up early for a spot for B.A.P since we had P 1 tickets. We were ready to go and packed a suitcase, snacks, and a tent while we headed to the venue Terminal 5. I had scouted a day before and knew we would be near the water so wanted to be prepared for the chilly winds. Most people on Facebook said they would start lining up around 12-1 in the morning so we took an Uber and got there around 11:20pm. We were so shocked when we saw that a line had already formed. Some people that were P 2 and P 3 had got there early Friday morning—talk about dedication. We were still in pretty good standing since there were about 14 people in line. We decided to set up shop and put up the tent, but the thing was we had never set up one before. Luckily there was a former Girl Scout in the group ahead of us that started to help. As we were clearly struggling trying to put up the tent, Almond Joy comes out of nowhere, and sets up the tent with us. Low key I just thought she wanted in on the tent because it was so cold; but, after we invited her in she politely declined and went back to laying under her blankets. There was an event going on at the venue and around midnight security comes out to tell us to disperse and we can’t stay there. They give us red tickets and tell us to come back in the morning. People converse for a little bit and post on the B.A.P NYC facebook for people not to line up until 9:30 am because of the special tickets.
After a few hours of sleep we decide to head back to terminal 5 dressed to the nines with our sleeping bags and blankets. Almond Joy arrives at the same time and we go find our spots next to the other red ticket holders. Everyone starts to make small talk about biases, dramas, and the big 3 while trying to keep warm but it’s so brick outside. My sister finds a kindred spirit in a baby we will call Jolly Ranchers and they are so cute with each other. Next to us is another duo with a crazy girl with a big personality named Sweet Tarts, and her bubbly bestie Twizzlers. Near the front of the line by the entrance this petite girl starts screaming “ Stop It Just Stop It”. It was loud and she starts spazzing out saying people are skipping the line. She argues that it’s not fair because she has been there all morning lined up since 3:00 am and how people have been freezing in the cold and it’s not fair about the red tickets. She is pissed and storms off to join the line with her banners. At about 9:30 am security comes out and moves the line closer to the venue and separates the red tickets holders from the regular ticket holders and directs us to the other side of Terminal 5 where we wait behind barriers. We take turns going to the bathroom and some people go to change or pick up some food—those chicken nuggets though delish! Another member of our crew Kit Kat bust out the card games which include the classic Uno and Cards against Humanity which is so hilarious. During this time the event staff were checking the lines and handing out wristbands for hi touch . We were later joined by my sisters friend named ChocoPie who actually came with plenty of snacks including Poki Sticks with ChocoPies and put the rest of our stuff in her car for storage.
We go off to the nearest deli to charge up all our devices and come back just in time to get our photo op packages and wristbands. The packages are totally random and I ask people what they got and most got Daehyun. I look at mine and initially I thought I received a signed album from Jongup but the group ahead of us told me it was Yongguk. I didn’t even have a chance because Skittles pounced on me lol. I traded her signed album for Daehyun and my Zelo cards I traded with someone else. Closer to the time of the concert people started getting hyped up and there’s press going around asking questions about the group and the fandom. You have people dancing, rapping, and singing. Our group the Velvet Rope (inside joke) is doing the most—you have Sweet Tarts and Chocopie busting out lyrics for Wake Me Up, Jolly Ranchers on the side with Kit Kat cracking up, Twizzlers is freaking us out with her trivia skills like how do you know what stuff animals everybody sleeps with lol all and all the interview was funny af. There’s these cute korean girls in front of us that start talking to ChocoPie that just so happen to know the same people. One of the girls actually has the same name as Jolly Ranchers so we’ll call her Juicy Fruit. Fast forward to it’s time to go into the venue and there’s this commotion near the front of the line. Apparently a lot of people in the front did not have the red tickets because security told them otherwise. Also there were not P 1 but were P 2 and P 3 anyway the guy in charge came and sorted everything out and they were allowed to stay on the line. Sweet tarts crazy self makes a last minute dash to a bathroom nearby and comes back right on time before we start heading in.
We make a mad dash to inside after getting our bags checked but barricade is gone ~ le sigh, but we still get pretty close. Our group is on the right side of the stage. The korean girls with ChocoPie are on my left and on my right is Kit Kat with the rest of the group. Everybody started coming in at once filling all the space around us in no time. The concert didn’t even start yet and on my back I could feel this girl super close and was laughing with her friend. I know that in the pit it gets crazy and packed. In my head I’m thinking to myself does she not feel my butt on her or does she not even care. So I’m listening to them and there’s three of them. One on my left had bright fire engine red hair, the one on my butt kind of reminds of Hyme from Rania, and there was another shorter girl to my right but behind Kit Kat. She tells the one in the middle I’m not staying here. Music comes and they start playing some old school 80′s or 90′s songs, like songs you would hear in karaoke. Everybody start singing Sweet Dreams by the Eurythimics. All of a sudden the lights dim, the countdown starts, and the babyz start chanting B.A.P. the dj comes out and starts mixing. As soon as they came out we started screaming and everybody went nuts! I have to say that our group well the whole section was lit! There was so much energy yo it was crazy and I really didn’t that would enjoy it like I did here! One thing was that the girls behind us kept pushing us non stop and I turned to see who it was and it was the girl from before that was spazzing out let’s call her blowpop because she was acting up lol. She pushed KitKat and elbowed me in the sides. Her friend pushed Juicy Fruit but she locked arms with me and told me not to let go of her hand it was real in the pit omg like so bad. After blowpop knew she couldn’t push past us she bumrushed Jolly Ranchers but it did not work. The whole concert blowpop was like a little angry dog with the pushing it was pretty brutal. After awhile eventually the red headed friend stopped but blowpop never did until the very end. I’m trying to upload videos to this but yeah it’s a no go I think my files are too big or something I don’t know. I can talk about the interactions that we had. I came for Daehyun he is my bias but the maknaes came for me at this concert. Jongup is so fine like I couldn’t stop looking at him like what where did you come from? When I tell you he’s a bias wrecker that’s an understatement. He was all over the place pop locking and grinding all in your face lmao and gets an automatic invite to the cookout. He was looking at Kit Kat and she has the receipts. Youngjae was caught staring at her too. Mmh okay. Jolly Ranchers told me that she was dancing and just happened to look up to see Jongup staring at her like what and talking to Yongguk about it O_O he was definitely feeling the black girls that night I’ll say that. Blowpop was such a hater. That girl is straight crazy. Jolly Ranchers was so surprised that he was looking at her because she was so quiet and Blow Pop was screaming her head off. She told me everytime he came over to our side she kept elbowing her and Blowpop would try to mess up her videos when Zelo was in front of her. Yo that is so not cool. Jolly Ranchers got so mad at her she knocked the phone out her hand. Zelo was another dark horse that I was not expecting to go all out for the concert. If Jongup is invited to the cookout he sure is bringing Zelo with him because that boy was not playing. He has such great stage presence and was so cute the whole night and was interacting with us the whole night I see you over there Zelo <3 It was so cute hearing him sing for his solo and I love his little dance he did with this giraffe headband on his head again I would upload the video but yeah. He fell down and was like I’m so tired of his dancing he was so cute. Coming for me?
I’m starting to get sleepy so I’m going to try to wrap this up real quick. Dae dae killed me with his vocals I was like liquid. In general all the songs were good but the songs that I could listen to were Fermata, I need You, Body & Soul I was done. Not to say that I didn’t like the upbeat songs like That’s My Jam, Bang x2, Spy, etc it’s just I love how they arranged those all together. Feel so good was great too. Youngjae solo was good too and I was surprised that he danced in the very beginning. Gukkie was a shy little turtle on our side and reminded me of a painting artist, or recluse and he was so happy I was just like awww. Skittles was losing her mind over how good he looked especially with the white shirt. Jongup solo was so damn sexy. The end. Himchan was so cool and I love how he interacted with people. Lisa the girl he picked was so cute and shy. I think when they did the love shot she just about died. He also got a real kick out of the pink sign someone made for him. I was so mad at him with that damn watergun. He would low key try to squirt you if you had your phone out. Skittles ducked out of the water and he laughed. He caught me I was too thru and ChocoPie started screaming at him playfully informally lol. Near the end of the concert people thought it was over but they came back out and people lost their minds again bad thing nobody wanted to leave because they thought it still wasn’t over lol. Hi touch was right after and the line was ridiculously long but what I didn’t like was how they was rushing people and screaming hurry up. KitKat told me that her, Jolly Ranchers, Sweet Tarts and Twizzlers had a plan.They rolled up to the table saying “ Ayeeee” with Youngjae and Zelo was like “ Ayeeeee”. There were some technical difficulties at the the table lol I’m not obligated to say what exactly lol but it gave Kit Kat a chance to have a moment with Youngae. For my high touch I made a mistake but it kind of helped me out a little bit in the end. I had my phone out in my hand not even paying attention really and I’m on my way walking to the table when the security screamed go back no phones no phones you will not be able to take a picture so I had to double back and put my phone in my pocket in the mean time two girls went in front of me flying by me. I almost missed Youngjae because he was the first one so I did a quick tap and hi with him and Zelo, but I had to slow down for Daehyun and held his hand told him I loved him all the while the lady is screaming at me to hurry up like excuse me lol and Jongup is laughing because I’m holding up the line XD no fucks were given I don’t remember Himchan too much after hi five because I was being rushed and Gukkie had the biggest smile on his face when I hi touched. I almost left by mistake because you had to make a left to go back into the main hall. They grouped you by 10 with me and Skittles being on the end. We got lucky because I was the only one that wanted to take a picture with Daehyun and Skittles wanted Yongguk. I didn’t go when I was suppose to because it was suppose to be 5 at a time and I was number 6 but I did the numbers in my head. I noticed that 5 would stand in front and the others would kneel. I didn’t want to be on my knees so I just kept walking and just in time because I guess the girls didn’t figure out what was happening. The other four weren’t walking up either. So I stood right in front of Daehyun turned around and he started smiling, I didn’t know what to do so I gave him another hi five and then I waved to Jongup and the rest. Then we took two quick pictures and I said bye to him my heart. I was so high after that. It was so good I didn’t even care about the picture honestly. truly. It was all about the interactions and talking to them. The night was filled with so much drama but would I do it again? Yes in a heartbeat.
Pairing: Bucky x reader
Warnings: smidge of angst. Happy ending tho.
Once again folks, I’m on mobile so sorry for formatting!
Buck had a favorite Waitress.
After awaking to chaos in Wakanda, T'Challa suggested a vacation. With Steve firmly agreeing, he and the rest of the team settled on Paris in hopes to smooth bumpy relationships, and every morning, the team went to eat at a café called Strawberry sunrise, and every morning Bucky was served by a young American girl, with bright, fire engine red hair. It was clearly dyed, but it suited her. She was always quiet, and the super soldiers where often repeating what she said so others could hear her.
She had a black feathered pen stuck behind her ear and a notepad settled in the middle pocket of her yellow and blue apron.
“Lover boy.” Natasha said, waving her hand in his face. He blinked, turning away from your place behind the counter, and looked to see the whole team smirking at him.
“What?” He deadpanned, face beginning to heat up.
“Your feelings for the young lady are obvious.” Vision said, despite Wandas elbow to the side.
“You gonna make a move Barnes? Or do I get to?” Tony asked, waggling his eyebrows. Tony and Bucky still had a fairly strained relationship, but Tony was developing a soft spot for the 100 year old ex assassin.
Bucky snorted and shook his head, a strand falling loose from his bun.
“Whatever, I do not.” He glared at his cream cheese scone.
“Is everything alright over here?” The young waitress has returned upon seeing Buckys blatant distaste suddenly towards the scone.
“Is…Is the scone not good? We just made a fresh batch, maybe they’ll be better? Or we have muffins, or breakfast corssiants. Really I can get you something else.” She said hastily, clearly growing flustered at all the attention.
“No, no, this is fine. Really. Just joking with the table.” Bucky smiled at her, his dimple making an appearance.
She blushed and ducked her head, walking away.
“Smooth, ‘40’s man.”
Bucky looked down once more, grumbling.
“Are you serious?! What is this, amateur hour?! I need to speak to your manager, NOW.” Bucky heard a shrill voice screech, causing the restaurant to fall silent.
He turned to see his waitress with red wine staining her white shirt and her blue and yellow apron. She was frozen, a deer caught in headlights, her eyes wide and watery and she nodded, disappearing for a minute and returning with a young man. The young man went over to the customer and began apologizing as his waitress began to kneel and pick up the broke wine glass, sniffling. He saw her breath catch when she looked up to see the customer snap her feathered pen and storm out of the restaurant.
“What a bit-”
“Are you okay?” Bucky cut Clint off, making his way over to his waitress.
“Sir, please, I’m sorry for the scene but you are not obligated to help her.” The young man said, motioning carelessly to his waitress.
“I’d like to though. Please leave me be.” Bucky replied curtly. He kneeled beside her, noticing her shaking hands as she fumbled to pick up the glass.
“Doll? Are you alright?” He asked, his hand hovering over her shoulder.
Her eyes flew to the snapped pen.
“Yes. Thank you. I’m so sorry for causing a scene, I didn’t see her purse on the floor and just tripped and fell on the glass and-” she cut off, closing her eyes. When she opened them, she quickly picked up the rest of the glass and her pen, disappearing behind a set of swinging doors.
Bucky didn’t see her again the next day, or the day after that. On the last day he went to the restaurant for breakfast, lunch, and dinner but to no avail. Finally, he asked another waitress.
“Oh, you mean Y/N? She went home sir.” The young waitress chirped.
“Home?” Bucky asked.
“Yes sir, back to America. She was offered an internship there for psychiatry for something big apparently.”
Bucks heart sank. He lost his chance.
When he returned to the hotel, the team noticed his sullen mood.
“What wrong Buck?” Steve asked, a hand on Buckys shoulder.
“She went back home, back to America. I lost my chance.” He muttered.
The team fell quiet.
“In happier news, Dr. Naldov found his new assistant.” Tony perked, and the team quickly switches subjects, leaving Bucky to sulk.
It was Buckys least favorite time of the week, his therapy appointment. He hated them. His memories should be his own, not some wackjobs who thinks Bucky can be fixed.
“Bucky, right on time.” Dr. Naldov said, sinking into his desk chair.
Bucky looked around dully, hating the drab office. It was painted in grey and try and tan tones, ones Bucky hated.
“Bucky do you mind if my new assistant comes and watches you? They are very well behaved I assure you.” Dr. Naldov chuckled.
“Sure doc, whatever.” Bucky muttered, staring defiantly at the floor.
“Miss Y/L/N? You can come in now.” The doctor said.
Bucky listened to the girl come around and sit in the chair across from Bucky.
“James is it? It’s very nice to meet you, I’m Y/F/N.” He froze at your voice, hope flaring in his chest as he looked up.
There you sat, your 1000 watt smile making him blink as he looked you over. It was you, it really was, and he couldn’t help the smile that crept on to his face as he noticed your hair in a bun, being held together by a black feathered pen.
They say that you can learn a lot about a person by their favorite color. If a person likes the color green, they might tend to enjoy nature more than a person that likes the color orange. There are two colors that are both opposites, and compliment each other - but sometimes, if two people like these colors, there’s a chance they may or may not be well suited for each other. They could be soulmates, or mortal enemies. Or sometimes, they can be both.
“That guy is back again.” Axel Niemand looks over at his friend, Roxas Lumine, who has just informed him of the appearance of his stalker. Well, who he is convinced is his stalker because no matter where they go on campus, he seems to appear. “Try to act casual about it.”
“Me? Casual?” He scoffs, keeping his head down, looking at his notes. “Have you even met me, Roxas?”
Summary: There must be something horribly, terribly wrong with her if Katniss honestly thinks the clown hired for her nephew’s birthday party, decked out in full-on clown regalia, is… God save her... attractive.
“God Nathalie, your boss is so oblivious to his natural surroundings, you could dye your hair fire-engine red and he’d never notice.” Said Higher level guy. Maybe a senior designer. They’ve both been there a long time.
There’s a devious glint in the woman’s eye. “Care to make a bet on it?”
“I’ll call my stylist.”
Nathalie comes to work with red hair two days later, only to discover that there’s an office-wide betting pool now, and the clock just started ticking.
She thought it was going to be a small joke.
The entire board of directors and senior designers all hand her checks, clips of cash, vintage sketchbooks valued in the millions, stock, as well as individually typed predictions for how long it would take for Gabriel to notice.
Nathalie leaves the office, and places everything in a safety deposit box, along with 20£ and a bet of her own.
She bets that he’ll notice immediately, and she’s hoping for an early retirement.
It’s two years later. Nathalie forgot about the bet. So did most people, but they’re all rich bastards and forgot about all the stuff they bet, as well.
"Your hair is different. Very fashion-forward, Nathalie.” His voice is approving. It’s never approving.
She freezes in her tracks and stares at him. “Are you-are you just now noticing?” Nathalie asks him carefully, in complete disbelief.
He blanches. “When did you have it done?"
Because he knows he’s oblivious. He’s got enough self-awareness to figure himself out.
The date is scheduled on her tablet. She’s been keeping count since the bet started.
"Two years ago, sir."
Gabriel is cool, slightly frustrated, but cool. "I must’ve been busy that day, my apologies."
There’s a company-wide meeting between the board of directors, Gabriel, and the senior designers. Nathalie retrieves the contents of the box, and doesn’t tell anyone what it’s about.
Nathalie is smirking as she takes the head seat, and stares down the entire room with satisfaction. The bet is over.
"As you may or may not recall, two years ago, I dyed my hair red.”
She glances over to Gabriel. None of them are getting fired, they’re all too valuable.
“The bet is over. Monsieur Agreste noticed yesterday afternoon, bringing it to one year, eleven months, and sixteen days.”
Gabriel almost spits out his coffee. He clears his throat, and there are multiple employees chuckling.
Nathalie frowned. “The winner has been selected, but considering that the pool is valued at over £20 million, I would like to offer you all then opportunity have your bets returned to you and call it off."
Gabriel collects himself, and smirks. "If it’s a bet at my expense, I would be insulted if you all didn’t see it through to the end. The winner will receive what they have won.”
He’s furious, but he’s taking it with a grain of salt. “Then that’s settled. Per the rules of the betting pool,” -she reads off a notarized sheet of paper- “‘If it is discovered that Gabriel Agreste was informed by an outside source of Nathalie’s hair, all contents of the pool will be retracted and returned to their original owners.’"
She shoots her boss a pointed look.
"Did anyone mention my hair to you?”
“No one informed me.” He replies indignantly and stands. “You are all morally reprehensible. Good day.”
He walks out.
"Do you think we hurt his feelings?“
"Monsieur Agreste? Feelings?” The senior designer from two years ago laughs, “Now there’s a betting pool we can start.”
The note read, “My Sleeping Beauty… Sorry I had to leave, but as promised I let you rest. Don't know if any of this shit goes with the dress you picked, but I tried my best & made sure you had options. Meet me on the roof at sunset for the ceremony, then we’re leaving for our honeymoon! Your soon to be husband, Negan” I had left you sexy white lingerie, gorgeous white heels that sparkled, diamond necklaces, bracelets, and earrings. And of course a case full of makeup I know you like -Negan (4/4)
Author’s Note: SORRY THIS IS A BEHEMOTH. I couldn’t stop myself from getting into a shit ton of detail, lol! Anything highlighted is a click - thru link!
i have so many versions of teddy lupin like. the kinda-cringy kinda-hot punk skater boy with reckless piercings and jewellry scattered across his frame like stardust (or the freckles on his mother’s nose). the homebody that makes cookies for the relatives every time they visit and wears bright yellow sweaters with iron-on patches that say things like ‘#renewspew and #werewolfemancipation (something his father would be proud of him for). the real teddy, somewhere in between, dark and conflicted but an ever-present source of laughter for his tiny cousins, their tears forgotten as they watch, mesmerized, as his hair changes from fuschia pink to fire-engine red to honey brown, oblivious to the secret, invisible strike of guilt that hits teddy in the gut the closer he is to his own, closely hidden self oh man i just love teddy lupin so much
Today, I fucked up... by coloring my hair fire engine red and making my boyfriend think I was dying.
I usually dye my hair dark reddish brown, but thought I’d like a change. And being in college still, there’s no better time to experiment with cool hair colors.
I bought a box of hair bleach, and another of red dye and went to work in my apartment bathroom. After a while of sitting around waiting for the dye to take, I got in the shower to rinse it out.
There was a lot of it in my hair, so when i stepped into the shower, the bright red dye started rinsing out and pooling in the bottom of the shower, which doesn’t drain well. And of course, some dripped into my eye, causing me to flail around, splattering dye all over the shower tiles and sliding glass door as I looked for a towel.
Just as I was dabbing my eye with the wet corner of the towel, my boyfriend (He lives with me) came home and came into the bathroom.
He saw the red splattered glass door, and me in the shower, and screamed. I, startled by hearing him scream since I hadn’t even heard him come into the bathroom, yelped too. I jumped back and stumbled to the ground in the shower, and he pulled the door open, freaking out.
He saw me fallen down in several inches of blood red water, with more red splats all over the wall, and that was when I realized how scary it must have looked.
I quickly said that it was just hairdye, and we ended up laughing about it.
TLDR - Dyed hair bright red. Boyfriend walked in on me washing out the dye in the shower, and thought I was covered in blood.