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f.r.i.e.n.d.s meet world

Friends / Girl Meets World Crossover: Rachel never got off the plane, instead she raises her daughter Emma Maya in Paris and sends her to the states for the summer, Ross’s son Ben Lucas moves in with him, Phoebe and Mike have a son named Farkle and all of them, of course, are best friends with Monica and Chandler’s twins Erica and Jack. Oh, and Joey ends up having a daughter he never knew about: Riley. 
Pairings: Rucas, Smarkle, Mondler (ft. mentions of Zaya)
Word Count: 2,240

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Riley never gave much thought about who her father might be. Her mother, Erin, was always honest with her when it came to the subject of dads, she’d answer all her questions and was never shy about the way she was conceived. But really all she knew about the guy was that he and her mom dated briefly in the 90’s but nothing really came of it. Her mom said he was a great guy but there was just no spark there.

When she found out she was pregnant with Riley she had already moved out of New York and didn’t see the point in bringing her dad into it. He might’ve been a nice guy but she knew he wasn’t ready to be a father and she was more than willing to raise the baby on her own. And although Riley didn’t quite agree with her mother’s decision, she respected it, and her, till her dying breath.

Sadly, she was only 14 when her mother passed away and she was left in the care of her mom’s best friends, Cory and Topanga Matthews. They were already the picture-perfect family long before Riley moved in and she appreciated everything they did for her in her time of need but she was 18 now and had been dreaming of moving to New York ever since she could remember.  

So, with a bag in one hand and a bus ticket in the other, she makes way to New York City.

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One In The Same

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Bobby

Word Count: 2,806

Warnings: None

Request:  Can you do a Dean imagine where Bobby called a friend to help with a case but he had to send his daughter? And it just so happens that the daughter is basically a female Dean so Sam sets them up on a date.

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You’ve always been a lone hunter. When your mom died by a Djinn, your dad did everything he could to kill the monster. You were old enough to know what was real and what was just in your imagination and monsters were very much real.

Eventually, your dad killed the thing but he couldn’t stop there. He actively searched for monsters and killed them, protecting people and saving lives. He trained you like he was your drill sergeant so that once he was gone, you could take over and save people.

You didn’t have much of a choice but did as you were told anyways. Your father died not long ago and it broke your heart because you were the one to kill him. A demon was possessing you and did awful things that you’d rather not talk about. You busied yourself to shut the pain off but you were broken inside. You didn’t have anyone left or anywhere to go.

Yes, you’ve met hunters along the way but they were your dad’s friends. You’ve met Bobby Singer, Ellen and Jo, Frank and Rufus. They always asked for your dad’s help but he was gone now. You kept everything he owned, even his cell phone. No one but you know he died so if his phone rings, you assumed it would be another hunter.

You always had it on you but not one phone call came in. You were glad in a way because you liked hunting alone. You haven’t met another hunter that was the same as you so you never tried to find them.

You were at a bar, drinking a whiskey when you heard a phone ring. You knew that ringtone anywhere. You pulled out your dad’s phone and gulped. You answered it, putting it to your ear.

“Hello?” You asked quietly. You didn’t know who it was because your dad never saved any contacts.

“Is Y/D/N there?” You heard a man ask.

“I’m sorry, who is this?”

“Bobby Singer.” Your eyes widened at the name. You hadn’t seen him since you were a small child.

“Bobby? Are you okay?” He wouldn’t be calling unless it was an emergency.

“Who is this?” Bobby demanded.

“Y/N Y/L/N. Remember me?” You downed the rest of your whiskey and put a twenty on the counter. You got up and walked out of the bar and to your 1959 Cadillac Series 62.

“Y/N? It’s good to hear your voice but where is your dad?” You bit your lip and got behind the wheel but didn’t turn the car on.

“Dead.” You whispered.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for calling then.”

“No, it’s fine. You always call for a reason. What’s up?”

“I’m working a case with Sam and Dean and I could really use your help.”

“Those are John’s boys, right? I remember you mentioning your friend John and his kids. I’ve never met them but I’ll come out to you. Where are you?” You grabbed a piece of paper and a pen.

“Phoenix, Arizona. How far away are you?”

“Only a few hundred miles. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” You hung up before he could ask anything else and you sighed. Time to hit the road again. At least you’ll be busy this time.

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7 Faces of Life (An iKON AU Series) – Prologue

Inspired by this prompt from @writing-prompt-s

Characters:  iKON members (Kim Jinhwan, Song Yunhyeong, Kim Jiwon (Bobby), Kim Hanbin (BI), Kim Donghyuk, Goo Junhoe, Jung Chanwoo x Death/You (Reader, OC)

Genre:  Supernatural!AU, Afterlife!AU, Death!OC, Mostly fluff, Bit of Angst and Smut on selected chapters

Length: 2,688 words

A/N:  Hello every one!  Me again! So this is the new series that I have been wanting to start since last year but didn’t have the time to actually begin writing.  I stumbled upon this prompt while browsing through good AU plots/prompts and I find it really unique and since I have wanted to write an AU series for my sons for long, I guess this would be a great start!  The series will be generally fluff and comedy; though some may have some kick-ass smut and angst in it, it really depends :)  So, here it goes, I would appreciate any feedback and thoughts, though I will not be expecting anything, as always :))

This is my very first supernatural AU so please be nice hahaha!

You are Death, and you’ve accidentally taken someone’s life before her time.  In order to hide your mistake, you decided to live in the person’s place until the day she was supposed to die.

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Grimes: ‘I always feel weird selling art’

text:  Samuel Fishwick

photo:Nicholas Maggio

ES Magazine, 26.02.2016

She’s the pink-haired fury signed to Jay Z’s label but Grimes — aka Claire Boucher — doesn’t want to break music’s mainstream. Instead the alt-pop star is resurrecting the art of DIY recording and wooing fashion’s power players in the process.

Grimes is bouncing between the bed and the floor of a nondescript Berlin hotel room, laptop in hand, her oversized purple shirt flapping as she stalks the room in search of better Wi-Fi. From her screen, my pixelated face stares back at her. ‘We could try the Skype call without video,’ I garble. ‘We need video,’ says the Canadian musician, settling into a lotus position on the floor. ‘I need people’s mouths moving, otherwise I can’t understand what they’re saying.’ Dressed down in sweatpants, her bleached-blonde hair tied up in a topknot, she swims into view. This is what a night off looks like. ‘I’m just wearing pyjamas. Jesus, I’m not even wearing underwear.’

Grimes — Claire Boucher to family and friends — is wound tight as a spring after a 28-hour flight from Melbourne. It’s been a whirlwind few months. The release of her album Art Angels last November catapulted the 27-year-old from queen of the indie scene to mainstream stardom, scooping NME’s Album of the Year with its otherworldly synth hooks and infectious beats — think Kate Bush meets LCD Soundsystem, with a side of J-pop thrown in. She’s been signed to management at Jay Z’s Roc Nation since 2013, where her stablemates include Rihanna and Kanye West. She’s also been on a headline tour since September, ticking off the US, Japan, South Korea, New Zealand and Australia, with a European leg that takes in a sold-out Brixton show next month. Elton John recently ranked her alongside Ed Sheeran as one of the young artists he most admires.
The fashion world has embraced her with similar enthusiasm: Louis Vuitton’s Nicolas Ghesquière used her to soundtrack his A/W 2015 show; Karl Lagerfeld dressed her in Chanel for the 2013 Met Gala; Donatella Versace has named her as one of her favourite artists and invited her to play at her Versus Versace parties. Not that all this commercial recognition has compromised her artistic integrity. A quintessential indie auteur, she still records for the small independent label 4AD, writing and producing her own work, playing all her own instruments. When she and her ‘people’ clashed over her unshaved armpits in a round of press photos last year (she wanted them in; they didn’t), it was ‘Big Jay’ who signed them off. ‘He’s pretty open-minded,’ says Grimes, a just-discernible lisp on the ‘s’. ‘The company is really into artistic freedom. I think he’d feel horrified if he ever felt anyone at Roc Nation was not having freedom. And I think that’s rad.’  

She isn’t used to the gravy train. ‘I always feel weird selling art,’ she says, rushing to the door as a plate of vegan spaghetti arrives, wolfing it down between rapid-fire answers. ‘The fact that Art Angels was going to cost $10 caused me so much stress,’ she says. ‘It’s a good fire under my ass, though, to feel the pressure of not wanting to disappoint someone who’s paid for something.’

I wonder if her leap into the cultural mainstream from indie music’s left field gives her a different take on pop’s top table. ‘There’s always going to be the upper echelon. That’s where the money is,’ she says. ‘I don’t know if that’s a bad or a good thing. It’s never going to be perfect. Especially when you’ve got people making money off it — I mean, it’s always going to be inherently f***ed as a machine.’ Does she think the music industry is unrepresentative? ‘It’s hard to say. Indie music can be very white and very male, and at least in pop you have the Beyoncés and the Kendricks and the Taylors. With stuff like the Grammys, it has to be monetised otherwise it wouldn’t exist.’

Grimes, who is of Québécois, Ukrainian, Russian and Italian descent, lives in LA and grew up in Vancouver, the only girl out of five children. At 18 she began studying neuroscience at Montreal’s McGill University, with a minor in Russian language. Her success as a musician meant she began to miss classes and ultimately she was kicked out. Although her parents are divorced, it’s all happy families at home. ‘Most people have terrible step-parents, but both my step-parents are really f***ing cool.’ She pauses. ‘I feel terrible saying this, but the divorce didn’t really affect me. Maybe I’m a sociopath.’ But although the talent is genuine — genius, in fact — there’s more to Grimes than meets the eye. ‘People see me as this pink-haired faerie girl,’ she says. ‘But I’m pretty bro-y. I mostly wear trousers and I only realised the other day that concealer and foundation are different things.’

Her personal life is something that’s ‘not open to the public’ — although she’s said to be dating LA-based musician James Brooks. But for all her Versace trenchcoats and Dr Martens boots, the public gaze is not something she wears comfortably. ‘I think,’ she hesitates, ‘I was always a very ugly person until recently. I had terrible hair and bad skin. So the whole thing is pretty odd.’ Her image frowns in the centre of my screen as she struggles for the right words. ‘It’s just… my self-identity is so strongly based on my abilities as an artist and as a producer and an engineer, I’m allergic to the idea of ever being evaluated on my physical appearance. When people are like: “Marry me, Grimes” — I’m like, AGHHHGH. Like I can’t… it’s every day. Marry me, marry me. It’s so weird.’

She used to be associated with drugs, telling the music publication CMJ that she was on them while producing her 2012 break-out album Visions. Since then she’s been clean — and that’s a point she’s keen to drive home. ‘I’ve had a couple of very close friends die related to complications due to drug abuse.’ She pauses. ‘It can’t be part of my life any more. And I don’t want it to be part of Grimes either, because whether I like it or not, people do what I do — or think what I do is cool. If you meet kids after a show and they’re like, “Yeah, Grimes, I want to do drugs with you.” It’s f***ing scary when 13-year-olds are like that. You’re like: “Oh my God, I’m like ruining the world.” ’

When you scratch beneath the surface, her songs often bleed achingly sad, dressed up as upbeat techno pop. The video to her 2012 single ‘Oblivion’, which music magazine Pitchfork described as the song of the century so far, sees Grimes dance giddily among half-naked jocks and screaming crowds at an American football game. It’s a haunting melody with the bittersweet refrain ‘See you on a dark night’, but it’s not one of lost love. The song was inspired by an assault she suffered, which left her terrified of men. She pauses as she tells the story: ‘I was just a bit shell-shocked, I think. I feel like making a video was cathartic, like doing a voyeuristic thing in a traditionally masculine space.’

Grimes is as tough as the combat boots she rocks. But occasionally she lets her vulnerability creep in. Beyoncé’s Super Bowl-stealing show was ‘punk as f***’. Has she met her? ‘Once or twice. I don’t like meeting my heroes, though. You have to be cool. You don’t want to say dumb shit to Beyoncé.’ It’s another ‘punk’ she’s looking forward to meeting in London. ‘I love Jme so much,’ she gushes about the London grime MC. ‘It think his name sounds rad.’ She’s a huge fan of the capital’s grime scene. Her own nom de guerre is — you guessed it — taken from the genre. She stumbled across it in the early days as she tried to define her sound on her Myspace profile. ‘It’s like the new punk. Jme doesn’t even have a label or a publicist. I think he does his own videos, too. I really feel akin.’

Then there’s that darkness to Grimes that glints beneath that whip-smart frenetic exterior. She struggles to sleep after shows and has taken to using a skipping rope before them to burn off energy. ‘I have terrible insomnia. I stay up all night and just worry. You get sick, because if you’re only sleeping two or three hours a night, you just do.’ What does she want to do when she quits? ‘Oh, I would never retire,’ she grins, a heavy, drawn-out beat falling on the last syllable. ‘I’d rather just die than not have anything to do. But I’d like to have a big bookshelf. Comics — and all sorts.’ She sighs. ‘I just want to sit in a dark room and make beats, and people see me as this elfin princess.’ Grimes is right — she does need video. This girl shines so bright she needs to be seen to be believed.

Grimes’ Brixton Academy show is on 10 March. Her album Art Angels is out now