#picturing this dude opening a calendar and it says WOMAN DAY on it and he goes oh yes... i saw one of those once... i should try again

[songofsaraneth]

happy international women's day only to this dude i met for 10 minutes at a train station in germany who's spent the 8 months since trying to get me to engage via gmail and is making one last desperate attempt

[stylinskies]

I.

Wind’s in the east, mist comin’ in….

This wasn’t going to take him down. Stiles stared at the piece of paper on his desk until his vision went blurry. He knew the answer, but it was just brushing against the fingertips of his sleep deprived memory. What gets wetter as it dries. “A towel!” He yelled in triumph, the few members of his department still there turning to glance at him as Frank rolled his eyes at his partner. 

“No way man, a towel?” He scoffed, grabbing the paper from Stiles and the page a day calendar that it came from to check the answer. It was a Secret Santa gift from the head of Finance to Frank, who forgot to fill out the form so he got what was left at the gifts under $10 table at Barnes and Noble the day before the gift exchange. Frank had decided to make it a daily challenge for himself to solve the riddle before lunch. But for some reason, this one in particular was stumping him for the past three days. Instead of asking for help, he refused to change the day on the calendar until he solved it on his own. 

That is, until Stiles finally snapped. He was already getting his ass kicked by this serial killer case, no way he was going to let a fucking calendar for children taunt him too. Which is why another triumphant laugh burst from him as Frank stared at the solution to the riddle. “Dude, seriously when are you going to stop questioning me?” The eyeroll he got from his partner only made him laugh harder.

“Whatever dude. I’m going to get more coffee,” Frank said, crumpling the offensive riddle and dumping it into the trash can as he grabbed his wallet. “And I’m getting you decaf.” Stiles let Frank walk out with that Trump card played, and once his friend turned the corner, Stiles pulled a can of Redbull out of his bag and cracked it open. With his distraction out of the way, there was nothing else to do but turn his chair back to his evidence board. 

Red lines criss crossed over maps of his hometown and pictures of crime scenes. Three deaths, seemingly random. But there had to be something connecting them all. There was the religion angle…one of the identified bodies had been a steady member of a church. But the only other identified victim hadn’t from what detectives could find. Finding a connection would be easier if the third body — another woman, the second one found — had been identified. But she seemed to have put up a fight. There was some facial reconstruction that had to be done before they could connect her to the missing person’s database. There had to be something. 

He was only pulled out of the rip current of his own thoughts by a voice behind him. “...on the phone.” Stiles had tuned out the first half of the sentence as he turned. 

“What Brad?” Stiles asked the agent who typically worked the front desk. Maybe he sounded a little too irritated by the interruption, because Brad shot back with an irritated hand wave to Stiles’ clue board. 

“The case? Local PD is on the phone. Wants to talk to you.” Looking back at the board, Stiles narrowed his eyes, and then turned back to the other agent. 

“For fucks sake dude just say my dad is on the line.” Rolling his eyes, Stiles grabbed his desk phone and dismissed Brad with a single finger hand gesture. “Hey dad. You don’t usually call this number…” He said, sitting up. In reality, his dad never called his office line unless there was a break in the case. 

“It’s all business kid,” Noah said, voice crackling through the receiver, but Stiles can’t still hear the exhaustion in his words. “Need you down here. We identified the third body….” Brown eyes went straight for the board, staring at the image marked Jane Doe. There had been something about the blonde hair caught in the tree branches that seemed familiar.

And then his father said the name. “Heather. Her mom said she hasn’t heard from her since she went back to school. Didn’t think anything of it until her brothers birthday passed and she didn’t come home…We didn’t think about her because she wasn’t on the missing persons…Stiles are you listening?” 

He was. But he also wasn’t. Stiles’ ears were filled with the static of memories of growing up with Heather. Losing touch and reconnecting over the summer. It was only a few days, and things were awkward when Stiles turned a specific advance down, but it was like their childhood friendship just hit a growth spurt with them. “Yeah I’m here,” He said, swallowing around the memory of their last words. If you change your mind, you’ll know where to find me. She had winked at him and he had just snorted. He wasn’t interested in finding her for that. 

But Stiles didn’t want to find her like this either. 

“Figured it would be better if you and I told her mother. Instead of a random suit. Can you get here by the morning?” He checked the corner of his computer screen, already reaching for the open can of RedBull.��

“Yeah, dad. I’m on my way.” He said, hanging up after a quick goodbye and chugging the last of the energy drink as Frank walked back in. “Get in the car,” Stiles said to his partner, barely shutting his backpack in his haste to get out the door. “We’re going to Beacon Hills.”

Like something is brewing, about to begin.

The blonde one fought back. Which was less of a hindrance to the plan, and more of an irritation. They were on a time crunch, what didn’t these people understand? Their sacrifice was for the greater good — well a specific greater good — and pleading for their lives wasn’t going to change anything. They’ve learned to tune out the crying. The praying. The bartering. White noise as they prepared the ritual, whispering to the being that gave them life again before, begging to be given another chance to take on those that hunted them. 

But the blonde — they knew her name, but giving them names made it more complicated — had apparently practiced escaping from bonds. Because their back was turned for just a second and she was running through the forest. Screaming for help. Oh this would not do. They didn’t have time to play around. It didn’t take long to catch up — the uneven forest floor knocked the blonde one flat on her face as she tried to climb out of danger. Long nails dug into the ankle as they dragged her back. The screaming became less of fear and more of pain, as the debris beneath her tore at her skin, peeling back skin and leaving a path of blood in her wake. 

The screaming didn’t stop until the garotte was pulled tight against her neck. And it wasn’t until that silence came that they could breathe again. One step closer. “If you can hear me….” They whispered. “I await the power you can provide.”

The wind only whistled in response.

Can’t put my finger, on what lies in store…

Beneath their feet, the blood dripped off rocks, melted into soil, and settled into the roots of a tree long forgotten. Satiating a thirst that hadn’t been dealt with for years, something stirred in the darkness. A disquieting silence interrupted only by the rustling of leaves above. The sacrifices were made to get power, and power it would bring. As above, so below, the philosopher’s said. And as they were above, preparing sacrifices to awaken the power that was once so great, so below, someone was waking up after decades of sleep. 

What can rein without a crown? 

A spirit, brought into this world, only to be taken out. To be forced into the shadows, festering in its anger for decades. Gaining strength with each body sacrificed in the name of the Nemeton. They wouldn’t be bested again.

Chaos.

But I fear what’s to happen, all happened before.

[13uswntimagines]

Your Ass Is Out of This World (Kelley x Reader)

Request: alex or kelley or sonnett x reader where they've been dating for a few years R is an astronaut for NASA and she gets to go to space

Author’s Note: Special thanks to @literaryhedgehog​ cause without her, none of this would have happened. 

Kelley wasn’t quite sure how she had ended up standing next to a dive bar sipping a lukewarm beer on a Friday night. In her defense, Ali and Ashlyn had convinced her it would be fun and had promised to pay for the Uber rides both ways. It had been fun for a while, dancing with them to some old 70s songs on the light-up dance floor, but half an hour ago they had disappeared off into a hallway somewhere, and she had no intention of third-wheeling (she knew she should have convinced Alex to join them). But she also wasn’t going to leave without them, because she wasn’t convinced either of them were sober enough to take any kind of transportation safely (someone needed to be there to make sure they didn’t puke in someone’s car).

So here she was, standing by the bar waiting for her friends’ sexcapades to be over, nursing her drink. The clink of a glass settling in front of her caught her attention. She blinked at the bartender. “I didn’t order another one,” 

The man’s lips ticked up and he shrugged. “Lady on the end paid for it. Said you looked sad,” 

Kelley looked up, following the man’s eyes towards a woman standing a few seats down the bar from her. She was also standing alone but was dressed as though for a different event altogether. Kelley had embraced the 70s theme of the bar slightly, wearing a jumpsuit and a scarf around her head, but this woman had just thrown a white NASA shirt--like the one Kelley got for her little cousin at Target-- over a pair of black jeans. As she bobbed her head to the music she met Kelley’s eyes and smiled. 

Kelley took that as her invitation to approach. Kelley’s eyes traced her form, lingering on the white material. She didn’t know those came in adult sizes...

“You must be a star, I can't stop orbiting around you” Kelley smiled charmingly as she approached you, setting her beer on the bar beside you and settling in the seat to the left of yours. 

“I do believe I was the one to buy you the drink…” you said, your lips twitching as you tried to keep a serious expression. “Shouldn’t I be the one throwing pickup lines here?”

“You bought me the drink, so I get to be the one to woo you. I’m Kelley, are you from Mars? 'cuz I wanna explore you with curiosity.” Kelley said, wiggling her eyebrows at you, enjoying the light blush coloring your cheeks. 

“Oh my god,” you groaned, “that was terrible. I mean really good but absolutely awful.”

“At least I got you to smile, but you still haven’t told me your name.” Kelley laughed, taking a sip of her beer. She was prepared to lay on the horrible pick up lines for your entertainment. 

“I’m Y/n,” you said, putting down your drink and holding out your hand, “pleasure.”

“They call me the milky way...Pleasure You Can't Measure,” Kelley smiled, shaking your hand as you laughed and pulling you a little closer “Why look at the moon, if I can’t touch it? Why look at your lips, if I can't kiss them,” she said, winking so you knew she was completely joking. 

“How do you know so many of these?” You said, shaking your head in awe. “ All I know off the top of my head is ‘do you work for NASA? Because you’re out of this world!’”

“Ah, a magician never reveals her secrets,” Kelley whispered conspiratoryly, bringing her hand up to cover her lips. “but my team and I have definitely had flirt offs for bonding nights,” 

“Your team?” 

“Yeah, I play soccer for the US and Washington,” She shrugged as if it wasn’t a huge accomplishment. 

Your eyes widened and you nearly spat out your drink. “Didn’t they, like, just win a World Cup?” 

“Yeah, No biggie,” Kelley said, side-eyeing you as she took another sip. 

“No biggie?  I’m surprised you don’t have a swarm of paparazzi shadowing you, that’s incredible! Weren’t the USWNT like the most successful US team in soccer?’

“Hm, there’s not enough drama for them, but we don’t mind. How about you? What do you do beautiful?” Kelley hummed. 

“Oh. I work for NASA,” you said, gesturing at the shirt. “I can’t wait to bring some of those lines back to work.”

“What??” 

****

“So do they at least give you a good choice of flavors? So you don’t get bored and stuff?” Emily asked from across the table, licking her dripping I cream cone. 

When your girlfriend decided to introduce you to the team after their match against Colombia, you were quite surprised she had chosen an ice cream shop as a venue. But with how food motivated the youngins seemed, you realized how appropriate it was. 

“I mean,” you said, your spoon suspended in the air as you blinked at Emily, “ice cream isn’t the only thing we will eat. I’m going to be on the station for like 8 months. Ice cream is not a balanced diet.”

“But it’s the only one they sell in the stores. You don’t have to lie cause the veggie lovers are here,” The defender said, leaning across the table, as though it would prevent the rest of the table from hearing her. 

“Babe, you literally love most veggies too,” Lindsey rolled her eyes, using her thumb to wipe a spot of chocolate ice cream from Emily’s nose. 

“Actually, I heard they’re a pretty good selection of dehydrated fruits and veggies and MRE’s and Tortillas and stuff. Plus I get to take a few things from home…” You mumbled, leaning back. 

She couldn’t be serious right? There was no way she thought you were supposed to sustain yourself on horrible freeze-dried dairy products for that long. Not to mention, freeze-dried ‘astronaut’ products for the most part weren’t actually possible to bring to space, with how crumbly they are. You were more likely to eat actual ice cream on the space station (less chance for an errant crumb being inhaled or destroying an important piece of equipment) than that gift shop garbage. 

“Oh yeah, MRE sounds way more likely than just eating the stuff they literally label as being for astronauts…” Emily said, rolling her eyes. “What does that even stand for? ‘Must reject Emily?”

You opened your mouth to answer, eyebrows furrowed, only for Kelley to nudge you softly. 

“It’s not worth the fight babe, trust me. Not the brightest lighthouse if you know what I mean,” Your girlfriend made a swirling motion with her finger next to her temple. 

You leaned in closer so your lips were nearly touching her ear. “She’s not serious right?” 

“I never joke about ice cream,” Emily answered seriously. 

You blinked at her, looking to your girlfriend who just shrugged and raised her eyebrows. 

“I’m, I’m not sure if they have a flavor rotation system for ice cream flavors. We haven’t been… briefed on that yet,” you nodded seriously. 

…...

“Can you hear me?” Kelley said, tapping her fingers impatiently as your face appeared in the video call. 

“He- -utiful,” You smiled through the glitchy computer screen. Your waving was broken up like a bad claymation. You leaned in to make out the fuzzy figures standing behind your girlfriend, assuming she was at camp or something. 

Normal long distance sucked, but literally being off-planet really made things difficult. It wasn’t like Kelley could just text you when she missed you, or randomly call you when she missed you at 3 am. Sure, she could email and you made a tremendous effort to schedule calls once a month, but it was still incredibly difficult (and slightly weird that a NASA tech dude had to monitor each call to make sure the connection stayed up). And sometimes even the best video-calling technology had issues. Like today (when a giant satellite or piece of space trash would block the signal). 

“Are you hav- -un at -amp?” You asked, grabbing your floating water pouch pushing out a sip sized water drop. 

“Yeah, it’s great,” Kelley said, watching you munch on your water. When you first got on the station you sent her pictures of artwork you made out of different drops of colored water- specifically making a giant water ‘soccer ball’ for her. Then you tried to boop it around and ended up losing control, amusing all your crewmates who watched you trying not to run into too many walls. “We’re looking forward to playing against Brazil on Friday, should be brutal.” 

“We’re set to be ov- Florida on -day, so I’ll try and tune into the ga-. Catch a nice - view,” You nodded, wiggling your eyebrows (which looked more like you having a seizure due to how badly you were pixelated). 

While Kelley wasn’t entirely sure what you were saying, she went ahead and nodded. “Let me know what you think!”

“Wh- color -it are you w-ing? Y- look -uper s-xy in the -ue,” you said, floating up in a ‘draw me like one of your french girls’ pose. 

“You’re favorite one,” Kelley said, winking at you. 

“-es!!” You cheered “-ake p-ture -or -“ the screen flickered dangerously for a second. Before a wobbly picture returned. 

“Babe you’re breaking up, I can’t tell what you’re saying. Y/n. Are you there? UGh. I love you! We’ll talk soon.”

“-ove y- -oo” 

Kelley blew a slow kiss to her camera before she heard a deep voice saying “Sorry ma’am. The connection was lost. Y’all still have five minutes on your scheduled call- Want me to try calling again? See if the signal improves?”

“Yeah,” Kelley shifted, rubbing the bridge of her nose as typing sounds echoed through the speaker. How she was going to make it through four more months of this she had no idea. 

“What if like the ship was attacked by aliens or something,” Sonnett whispered from her left, staring at the blank screen with real trepidation. 

“Not possible ma’am,” she heard him laugh. “But I doubt I would have the right level of security clearance to know.”

“great.”

Kelley grabbed a pen and marked a day off the calendar hanging on her wall. So much for ‘phone call with Y/n.’ She sighed. Just a few months to go. 

****

Gravity fucking sucked. It was disorienting and heavy and made you sick to your stomach. Space station alums always talked about re-entry and how bad that was, but you thought sitting in a NASA hospital bed while your equilibrium readjusted was way worse than your fireball craft plummeting into the ocean. 

“This fucking sucks,” You groaned, again throwing your hand over to pull out the IV. You hated how hard it was to move (and how you actually had to hold up a cup of water to get a drink but that was beside the point). 

“Whoa babe, I know you’re a little out of it right now, but that has to stay in. Just try and relax for a little while,” Kelley said, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of your knuckles. 

You frowned at her through heavy-lidded eyes. “Don’t wanna be here. Wanna be home with you.” 

“I know, but you gotta stay here until the re-entry symptoms have worn off a little more,” She said again. She knew that you weren’t going to be 100% when you stepped out of the spacecraft, but she hadn’t expected you to be so out of it. You were sick to your stomach and entirely unable to walk without assistance. 

The doctors assured her that you would be fine (residual effects from not being in gravity for so long and the impact of the landing or whatever), but it was still difficult to watch. It didn’t help that you were a horrendous patient. 

“Just watch the game. The US is even in Blue,” Kelley tried to coax. Even she was beginning to grow restless. But you couldn’t leave until you could keep down solid foods. 

“I don’t want to watch. You’re not in it,” You said, grabbing the remote from her and turning the television off. Then you tried to set the remote in the air, but instead of hovering like it should have done, it dropped to the ground. 

“Alright, commander Y/l/n. It’s dinner time,” one of the NASA hospital nurses said, bringing in a tray for you. Kelley thanked them as they left since you were too dazed to think of it.  

“God this food sucks, I hate jello ” you grumbled, lifting the spoon in front of your face (fully expecting it to float so you could take your bite) and dropping it as you want to open the pudding packet instead. “I just want a big juicy cheeseburger. With bacon and onions and-“ You trailed off, your mouth watering at the thought. You hadn’t had proper food in 8 months, and it had been your major cravings food. 

“A side of diabetes” she scoffed, picking up the discarded remote and spoon, “And are you going to keep dropping things everywhere?” She asked, carefully filling a spoon with chocolate pudding and guiding it to your mouth. 

“Fuck Newton. Things are supposed to float,” 

****

You loved the soft skin behind Kelley’s ear. It was so smooth, and it always smelt like a mix of her perfume, shampoo, and something inherently Kelley. It was a bonus that your exploration of the area always sent a shiver down her spine. You ran your nose along the skin there, nibbling on her ear before moving down her neck. Leaving little kisses along your path. Kelley sighed, sleepily scratching your scalp and tilting her head to the side to encourage you to continue. 

“You,” Kelley said. “ I like you.”

“Hm, I’m glad. It would be kinda scary if you were doing this with someone you didn’t like,” you mumbled against her skin, unwilling to part with it for even a moment. Kelley giggled at the tickling sensation. How you still had so much energy after you had thoroughly worn her out getting… reacquainted she would never know.

 “But what do you like most. Tell me, babe,” You said, moving your lips a little lower, towards where her shoulder and neck met. 

“I love… your ass. It’s out of this world.” She said sleepily, reaching around to grab her favorite asset of yours. 

“Well, it has been,” You laughed, pulling away reluctantly so you could look her in the eyes. 

“Shut up you goof,” She rolled her eyes, grabbing a pillow and whacking you lightly. You fell over dramatically, pulling her so she was on top of you. 

“Hm, I’m your goof,” 

“Yeah. You are. And babe?” She smiled down at you, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. 

“Hmm?” You hummed against her lips. She leaned back to look you in the eyes, one forearm across your chest and her other hand beside your head supporting her. 

“No more space travel for a while?” 

 “Pinky promise,” You said, wiggling your hand so your littlest finger connected with hers. 

“Good. I can’t believe I was dating someone from TEXAS for a while.” Kelley pretended to shudder. “Jus think, one of your coworkers might have been a Houston dash supporter!”

[enchantedtomeethyun]

——Namjoon A to Z +18——

Requested by one of my friends! Here ya go hehe

Song rec of the day : the lakes by Taylor Swift

A- after care

He would be shy I think but In a confident way. Like he would laugh for being embarrassed and smile and look down to hide his face but only because he knows he looks good. He would want to make you dinner or something. Read a book to you. Chill out pretty much.

B- body parts

Thighs. He knows his thighs are awesome. He likes curves I think so he would like to see the curve of the body on his partner even if his partner isn’t curvy. He just likes to see your outline. He finds it beautiful. Sometimes he sketches it in paper when he’s writing in his journal.

C- cum

He’s a safe guy. Uses protection always. Never catch him slipping. He will ride his bike to the store if he sees he’s out of condoms and make you wait on his bed. No cumming inside. Sorry bby. But. He will want to have a serious talk about having kids eventually and plan shit out on a calendar.

D- dick

Ok it’s not small but it’s not big. I think it’s more wise then long. So maybe 4 flaccid and then 5.5 erect. Flesh tone and the tip is a lil pink. He’s fun.

E- experience

He didn’t get any pre debut. I just know. He’s all talk. But I think recently maybe he’s had a few small flings but I see him as a serious dater. He won’t go very far with someone if there is no connection.

F-first time

Probably with a girl he was dating for like a few months and then they broke up cause he’s so busy. Was Probably a little after debut. His job is his priority. But when he is older he will be more open to love.

H- hair

He grows it out because he’s like ah no one is seeing this anyways. Then panics when you come over ans is like umm lemme take a shower I just went to the gym and trims himself up a bit. He doesn’t care if you shave or not tbh. I’m sure he thinks that the hair is pokie tho when it starts to grow back but it’s only the feeling he doesn’t like. When you have your leg hair longer he won’t care cause it’s soft according to him lol. His thing is “ you do you baby”.

I- intimacy

He would ride his bike to the Han river and write in his journal about you and then take pics of the trees and send them to you. He’s very close to those he loves but he feels a bit shy at times you have to pull it out of him. Like how he is with jin. He’s like that with you.

J- jerk off

He is so stressed I bet lmao. Probably every other day in the shower cause that’s the only please he can be alone. For him it’s to relieve tension. He doesn’t seem like a sex crazy dude.

K- kinks

My boy is a bit soft I feel. Like everyone is all like ohhh daddy Namjoon but nah. That would freak him out a bit. He likes connecting with others. So I think his kinks would be very much pleasing his partner. He likes to eat you out and talk to you. Talk you to your high. He has a way with words hehe

L- location

He’s a private person. He wants to keep his love life private and will prefer if you have sex when no one is around. Only the bedroom. Maybe the bathroom if he’s feeling risky. But he doesn’t feel the need to show off. He did have a dream once about you two in a field of flowers under a willow tree. After that he asks if you want to go camping. Please say yes. He wants to fuck you in nature baby.

M- mystery box

Camera. He likes taking pictures of your intimate moments. Nothing very dirty, just your bare back with his hand holding yours. Kisses on lips. Your arms around his torso sleeping. He keeps pictures in a locked box under his bed with other memories you two have shared like a movie ticket from your first date. ( you have no idea about this box shhh don’t tell him I told you).

N- no!

His no no’s are anything you aren’t comfortable with as well as anything he isn’t comfortable with. He doesn’t like hurting you and makes him feel like a bad man. He thinks “ how can a woman consent to pain from her lover” it bothers him so much. Nothing super weird like peeing on eachother ya know. He’s a respectful man and will always treat you like you matter. Because you do ;)

P- positions

Ok this is when he gets a little wild. Like when an old lady who goes to church all the time says the word shit and thinks it’s the craziest thing. Doggie( I hate that it’s called that) would be his favorite because he gets to see your shape and he likes how he can position himself. Also the sound kind of turns him on. He can do anything you want tbh you just gotta ask.

Q- Quickies

Eh. Not his thing. He likes to make it like an after dinner thing. Or like a day off thing. He wants to spend time with you and take his time. Maybe play some music and dance around. Drink some wine. Ease into it. No rush.

R- risk

See location for details. Hehe

S- secret

He accidentally stained your fave blanket one time cause was jerking off when you were in the shower and wasn’t paying attention and his wrist knocked over his coffee lmao.

T- Tempo

He has a weird rhythm but it works. Ok. Just trust me. You’re gonna be confused but you’ll be fine. I promise.

U- unfair

The only thing that’s unfair is that you know he will treat you so well that after you’re like damn he better be my husband. He laughs when you say that.

V- volume

I see him as a talker and a grunter. Moaning when he cums ya know. It’s obvious when he’s having a good time ya.

[btsslowburnfic]

The Arrangement Chapter 9

Series Summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable ad. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi.

Chapter Summary: Getting your bearings at BigHit

Previous chapter here ---------------------------

It’s fine it’s fine, Yoongi kept repeating to himself this morning after you had left to go to the security office. I’m not even home that often, it’s not her fault. He slipped on a t-shirt and jeans and went downstairs. He put his dishes away and looked in the foyer. Two suitcases and a backpack were sitting there. He couldn’t believe this was all you had. That’s it. He sighed and picked up the bags, wheeling them over to the guest bedroom. He looked around the room and frowned. He would need to order a few more blankets. He took out his phone and ordered some quickly. He walked into the guest bathroom. No towels. He placed an order for those as well. Even if you ended up living somewhere else, it was good to have extra towels and blankets, he reasoned with himself. 

He checked his calendar and yours. You should still be in the security office with Namjoon. He had already texted Hobi earlier.

Y:WTF dude, I thought you were my friend

JHOOOOOOPE: I brought a nice looking girl to your house, how is that not nice **angel**

Y: You can’t just drop someone off into someone else’s house without asking!

JHOOOOOOPE: It’s not my fault no one told you. I was told to deliver your new assistant to your apartment because you needed her to be available to whims at all times. I do what I’m told like every other person who works here. **shrug** it could be worse. I could use an assistant. Send her my way if it doesn’t work **Grin**

Y: >=(

Yoongi walked off the Elevator and saw Namjoon’s smug face there "What the hell is wrong with you?" Yoongi growled, walking up to him. He was surprised he didn’t see you anywhere.

"Not now Yoongi, I have a meeting in 15 minutes." Namjoon sighed. That fucking prick.

"You just dropped a girl into my house without telling me and think I'm not going to have something to say about it?" 

"You knew she was starting today. You agreed that the two of you were going through with all of this. What did you think that meant? Huh?" Namjoon said, almost bored.

"Why don't I get a say in any of this?" Yoongi raised his voice, exasperated. 

"You did. You picked her." Namjoon said calmly as he pushed the up button on the elevator. 

"This is such bullshit!" he yelled. You walked around the corner, surprising him. 

The elevator for Namjoon arrived and he got on it, not bothering to look back. 

You walked closer to Yoongi. "Hey. I'm sorry this was a surprise for you. It was to me too. I thought I would be in a dorm with a bunch of other girls." You gave him a sympathetic look. 

He took off his hat and ran his hands through his hair. "I'm sorry it's not you. It's just...ughhh…" He put the hat back on.

"Really. It's fine. It seems like Namjoon isn't interested in our opinions though, huh? I'm a good roommate. I'm quiet and I clean up after myself. And I can cook." 

Yoongi wasn’t angry at you, so his feelings had morphed into pouting at this point. "It's fine I put your bags in the guest bedroom." He pushed a button on the elevator. He sighed 

"Thanks Yoongi." you said, standing next to him. 

“And I can cook too. So don’t think that’s part of your job or anything.”

“Now what kind of wife would I be if I didn’t cook for you,” You teased as the doors opened up. You were surprised to see him blushing. He hit the button for the 12th floor, feeling like a total idiot.

You looked so cute and professional. He tried to not think about the fact you had seen him in his underwear that morning. He looked down, mumbling something, hoping you wouldn’t notice how embarrassed he was. He was eager to just get to his studio. He understood abstractly that the two of you would be spending time together but now that it was actually happening, he felt awkward and shy. And vaguely annoyed by everyone else. He got off the elevator with you following. “What are you doing exactly?” He turned and asked.

“I’m your assistant. I’m supposed to help you. Do I have a desk or anything? There wasn’t really an orientation. There isn’t anything on the calendar for the rest of the day.”

“Oh. Ok. Umm take the rest of the day off…? Go unpack?” He shrugged.

You scowled. “That doesn’t seem particularly helpful especially since you want me to move out.”

Yoongi sighed and continued to move down the hallway, “You don’t need to do that. There,” he pointed. “That’s Jiwoo. She’s the office manager for this floor. Ask her if she knows anything. I need to get to my studio.”

You had so many more questions but you didn’t want to bother Yoongi.“Ok. See you later.” You turned and walked over to the woman he had indicated to.

Yoongi continued on to his studio. He had no idea if you had a desk or not. He hadn’t really put thought into it. He cursed himself for not thinking to ask Namjoon about any of this. He detested appearing as though he didn’t know something, which unfortunately meant he hadn’t asked questions when he should have. Oh well. He hoped Jiwoo could straighten it out. Otherwise he would later today. He typed in his pass code and walked into his studio. Fortunately he felt inspired this morning and went straight for his notebook.  

“Hello. Excuse me?” You said as you walked up to the desk of the woman who had been identified to you as the office manager. She appeared to be older than you; her hair cut into a bob, she also had super cute glasses. She looked up. 

“Yes, can I help you with something?” 

“I’m Mr. Min’s new assistant, [Y/N]. Today is my first day and nobody really seems sure what to do with me.”

She laughed. “That doesn’t surprise me at all. They all do a great job with the big picture around here. But the details? That’s my specialty.” She stood up. “Follow me. Your desk is over here, near the lounge area. It’s a little noisy, but it’s across from the coffee maker. Which is important because Min Yoongi loves coffee.”

“Yes, thank you. That is like one of the only things I do know.” You smiled, grateful for any help.

“You don’t have a company laptop yet. I would expect it by Monday. You can do most things via the App though. If something does come up, let me know and we can work something out. Now, if you walk around the corner here,” she led the way. “We have some empty studios. If you ever need to rent space for any reason, they are available under the App. Mr. Min has his own studio so you shouldn’t need to book any spots unless you are helping with a collaborator. Speaking of, here is his studio. Good luck with that.” She pointed down to the doormat which had a cat flipping you both off. You laughed. You looked at the plate by the door. “Min Suga. Genius Lab.”

“Humble. Nice.” You pointed at the placard.

“He is really good though.” She said thoughtfully. She began to move down the rest of the hallway, pointing out the restrooms and arriving back at her desk.  “Also, don’t wait up on him. He’s in there most of the time. Follow your calendar. If you try to follow his, you’ll never sleep or you’ll end up with a sleeping disorder. Seriously. He sleeps in there sometimes.” She sat back down at her desk.

Your eyes bugged out a little bit at this. Damn that was some dedication. You hoped he at least had a futon in there then. Jeeze. “Alright. Thanks so much. I appreciate it.”

You almost wished you would have kept your desk plant now, looking at the empty space. You had a few office items in the bags in Yoongi’s house but nothing really worth going back for. A message popped up on your phone. **ORDER READY MIN YOONGI #2983627** You clicked on it. Apparently there was an order at the store ready for Yoongi. Because there was a store in the company building. Huh. Ok. I guess this is part of my job now. You looked up where the store was and headed down to the 2nd floor. It appeared to be a multipurpose grocery and home-goods store with also a few clothing items.  Looking around you found the *Pick up online order* section and walked over. You queued up and recognized the perfectly coiffed blonde hair of Namjoon’s assistant. 

You gave him a light tap on the shoulder. “Hey!”

Jimin turned around, surprised to see the girl from the interview last week standing behind him. “Hey you.” He smiled, “so you got the job?”

You nodded. “Yep. Sorry again about last week. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He laughed, his eyes turning into adorable crescent-moons  “I’m sorry I literally yelled “shit” at you. So I think we’re even.” He stuck out a hand, “Park Jimin. Nice to officially meet you.” You shook it. “I see you have figured out some stuff. You’ll be on the 14th floor with Yoongi right?”

“Yep. I just got my desk. That’s it. The rest of the day doesn’t have anything and he hasn't given me anything to do yet.”

Jimin turned to move forward in line, with you following suit. He turned back, “Well Yoongi hasn’t had an assistant before but if he’s anything like Namjoon he’ll figure out a million things for you to do soon. Once they get used to it they forget how to even use food delivery apps or how to do their own laundry.” He shook his head. “To clarify: I don’t do his laundry. I coordinate the dry cleaning.”

“And here I was imagining you washing Namjoon’s undies.” You teased, causing him to laugh some more.

“Noooo stop. I don’t want that mental image.” Jimin licked his lips. “If you’re not doing anything later you should join me and Tae for drinks. Not at Club Tokki.” You raised your eyebrows. “Sorry, I peeked at your resume. Think about it and let me know.” He cut the conversation short as it was his turn in line. He concluded his business at the counter quickly. He turned around, carrying a few paper bags. “I’ll see you around.”

You waved, “Alright, I’ll text you about later.” It felt so nice to be included on your first day. He seemed fun. You stepped up and held the QR code up for them to scan. You were handed two paper bags and a larger plastic one. You took them and stepped aside, reading the stapled receipt paper. **PINK TOWELS X 4** on one of the bags. **QUEEN SIZE BLANKET WHITE X 2** on the larger one. He bought me blankets and towels!?!?! You took the bags back to the apartment. Yoongi had taken your bags and put them nicely in the corner of your room. You were pretty sure this stuff was for the guest bedroom and bathroom but you didn’t want to seem presumptuous.

YN: Hey! I picked up your order from the store. Where should I put the towels and blankets?

You waited a few minutes, unpacking one of your bags.

Y: Those are for you. The washing machine is upstairs in the hallway. 

YN: Thank you so much. Pink is my favorite color!

Y: :]

You went and started a load of towels and continued to unpack. Holy shit. This was weird.  You went back upstairs with the blankets. The upstairs loft area had a more lived in feel to it, with blankets strewn over a black couch, a large tv, and a video game system. There was also a keyboard in the corner. There was a short hallway containing a closet and the washer and dryer. You assumed the door at the end of the hallway led to his room. You were a very private person yourself, so you weren’t about to intrude on that. You honestly felt weird being in the loft area, it felt as though the lower level was for show and this was where Yoongi actually lived. 

You moved some more laundry around and decided to head back to the office. You still weren’t sure about joining Jimin for drinks tonight. You decided you would wait and see what the laundry status was. You set a timer on your phone and went back to the office. You stopped by the lounge area and made a coffee for yourself while preparing a coffee for Yoongi. Another ping on your phone.

***EVENT ADDED SATURDAY 6 PM***

Retirement Party for Lee Soobin Akioko Flame Restaurant

The espresso stopped dripping. You added the water and then poured it over ice. You walked over to the studio and gave the door a knock. No answer. 

 You huffed in slight irritation while trying to get your phone out one-handed. 

YN: It’s me. I have coffee.

Y: Leave it by the door.

YN: :( But someone could kick it over

Yoongi took off his hat and ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

Y: Give me a minute.

He got to what he deemed was a good stopping point and walked over to the door, opening it the slightest bit.

“Here you go.” You handed him the iced coffee. 

He took it, eyeing you suspiciously.  “What?” You said, exasperated. You had lovingly hand-crafted this brew.

“You like shitty coffee so I’m worried.” He took a sip. His eyebrows went up. “This is not shitty. This is good. Where did you get it from?” He noticeably relaxed, the doorway opening slightly more. 

“I made it using the espresso maker in the break room.” You said. “I worked in a coffee shop before I was old enough to work in bars. Shitty coffee has to do more with sleep deprivation than actual preferences.”

“True true.” He said, his lips pouting as he took another sip. The sound of a phone ringing in the studio cut through the air. He scowled, making no attempt to answer it.

“Is that your work phone?” You asked.

“Yes. I imagine it’s Jimin or one of BPD’s assistants.”

“So...shouldn’t you answer it?” You asked.

Yoongi shrugged and walked into his office, not bothering to shut the door. You took this as a slight invitation and followed him in. You took a brief look around before the phone rang again and you identified it’s location. You walked over and picked it up. “Genius Lab. This is [Y/N] speaking.” 

Yoongi turned around to ask what the fuck you were doing but then you had sounded so professional, he just plopped down in his work chair instead, a dumbfounded look on his face.

“I’m not sure. I’ll find out and get back with you. What’s the number?” You took out your phone and typed the information in. “Ok yes. Thank you.” You hung up the phone. 

“What are you doing exactly?” He asked. You weren’t sure if he was angry, amused, or confused. He was difficult to read sometimes.

You smirked. “Being your assistant. Would you like me to have this phone forward to mine so it doesn’t ring in here?” 

Yoongi’s eyes grew slightly wider, “You can do that?”

“Yep. There’s an app for it.” You responded, happy some of your previous office experience actually translated to this position.

“Yes. Please God yes.” He said quickly. 

You laughed, setting up the forwarding application. You picked up the phone to see what the number of the studio was. “Alright. I can at least triage some of the calls for you.” You said, satisfied with yourself. “Also. Ew.” You eyed a few take-out containers and coffee cups. “I’m coming back for...this.” You gestured to the room and excused yourself to get a trash bag. 

Yoongi sat there slightly dazed. He rarely let anyone into his studio and yet you had just come in, fixed his phone anxiety issue, and also scolded him. He scrolled through his phone, seeing the event on Saturday. It was annoying but maybe it wouldn’t be so bad with you and J-Hope there. Maybe. Even if it all was a stupid pretend performance.

You retrieved a trash bag from the break room and came back. You started cleaning without saying anything. It was becoming obvious that Jiwoo had spoken the truth, Yoongi really did spend most of his time in here. You made your way around the surfaces, throwing trash away. To your shock, Yoongi just sat there, drinking his coffee and scrolling through his phone.

“Thanks again for the towels and blankets. It was very thoughtful of you.”

“No problem.”

“Are we going to the party on Saturday?”

Yoongi looked up at you, “Sure.”

And just like that, you had committed to your first event at BigHit. “Alright, I’ll let Jin know.”

Yoongi shifted in his seat slightly, “is that who called?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool. Has he hit on you yet?”He asked casually, belying the fact that he was actually very interested in how you would react to the infamous flirt. 

You giggled. You were almost all the way done tidying up. “Of course. Have you seen his face? He had to let me know how in demand it is at all times.” You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, him and Namjoon stopped by the bar last week. Idiots.”

“Agreed.” Yoongi felt his body become more at ease with your answer. He didn’t know why he cared.

You looked around the spartan room. “Alright. I’m all done. Do you need anything else?”

Yoongi put his phone down. “Just to get back to my writing.”

You were so very curious but you didn’t want to intrude. “Sure thing. See you later.” You picked up your trash bag and left the room, shutting the door behind you. You were honestly surprised at how easy your day had been so far.  You sat the trash bag down by your cubicle, unsure of where to deposit it.  A text to Jiwoo about the dumpster and an RSVP to Jin about the party on Saturday and your day was almost done. You dropped the garbage off on your way to the apartment to switch out laundry. You were getting tired.

YN: Hey! I’m going to take a rain check for tonight. I am so tired and I still need to unpack ;-; I do want to though, so don’t think I’m blowing you off. Lunch tomorrow? 

JM: Shit I totally forgot you would need to unpack and everything. Sorry. No worries. Also, check your schedule, we have a huge design meeting around lunch time so they will most likely have it catered. I’ll buy you a drink on Saturday if you actually get Yoongi to attend.

You raised your eyebrows. It was on the schedule clear as day, on you and Yoongi’s calendar. Why wouldn’t he attend?

YN: Of course he’ll be there. Why wouldn’t he be?

JM: HAHAHAHA good luck. See you tomorrow!

It was already after five so you didn’t bother going back down to the office. You finished the laundry and finished your unpacking. And then you stood in the apartment just staring. The sun had gone down and the windows had a lovely view of the city. You could see part of the river and one of the many lit up bridges. You turned on the kitchen light. Shit. You had no idea what the food situation looked like here. Your stomach growled. You took some rice out of the cooker, leaving enough for Yoongi and sat at the countertop. 

You opened up your personal email. You had paid the dorm deposit for your brother, using your “disappear in the middle of the night and change your name again” emergency fund to pay for it. It had scared the shit out of you to pull all your money from savings and you still were secretly afraid that the job was lying about how much money it would pay you. Before you knew it, it was 9. 

YN: Hey, I ate some of the rice but I don’t want to just go through your kitchen. Do you want me to order or make anything?

No response. Ok. He was probably busy. You rifled through the cabinets. If his office was any indicator there should be at least a few ramyeon packs you could eat and replace. Bingo. You made a spicy prawn one and texted one more time.

YN: I owe you a spicy prawn ramyeon pack. Thanks again for everything. See you tomorrow.

You set the coffee maker for the next day and brush your teeth. You nestled into your new bed complete with one of your new fluffy blankets. You couldn't remember the last time you had your own bedroom. It was before your sister was born. The two of you had always shared a room. And then 7 years ago you started sharing a room with her and your niece. You took a deep breath, feeling as though you were letting 7 years of bullshit go all at once. If only it were all so simple. NEXT CHAPTER @lidda  @anpanman-sonyeondan  @firefairy1  @cuteipat  @sugaslittlekookies  @janeelizabeth1216 @deeepvibes @gxldenhunny

[bunny-lou]

So I'm watching tangled and I noticed that the emotional abuse that mother gothel uses on Rapunzel is a lot alike the emotional abuse that Cruella uses on Carlos and I thought that that might be a really cool fanfic🤷🏼‍♀️idk maybe I’m weird

This has been in my inbox for months, but Mother’s Day seemed like a good day to do it!

Warning for mentions of emotional abuse.

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Carlos is very content to sit at the table, by himself (save for Dude at his feet), and keep working on his latest invention. It’s a gift for Evie, an electronic calendar, made from the parts of an old cellphone and scraps of a tablet Carlos bought off Chad Charming for cheap. Well, Chad threw it away and Carlos dug it out of his trash, but whatever. A couple of loose ports don’t make it garbage.

Evie’s birthday isn’t until next week, but Snow threw her a party early to surprise her. It’s sweet. Evie and Snow have really taken to each other and Carlos is happy for her. After such a horrible figure like the Evil Queen, Evie clings to what little family treats her well and doesn’t cut her down with every breath. And Snow has so much love to give, that was her downfall with the Evil Queen all those years ago, but her saving grace with Evie because Snow just wants to love and dote and Evie flourishes under that like a flower.

Jay is off kicking a ball with Ben and Chad and Mal is off taking pictures of the party. No art has replaced her love of spray paint and sketching, but she’s branching out into other forms, like photography, just because they have that luxury in Auradon.

So Carlos is sitting alone, save for Dude. He’s quite content.

“Is this seat open?”

Carlos blinks as he lifts his head. It’s a little too bright for him, though all of Auradon felt that way at first, and this woman is familiar, somehow. She has large green eyes and short, brown hair. “Yes.”

“May I join you?” She asks and clasps her hands politely in front of her. She’s clearly older than Carlos, but he has the feeling she doesn’t act like it.

He nods and turns back down to his tinkering.

“So how do you know the birthday girl?”

Carlos raises his head again. “Evie? Oh, we’ve been friends for years.”

“Really?” The woman gives him a funny look. “Snow said she’s only been in Auradon for a year now.”

“I know.”

The realization clicks, Carlos can see it on her face, and she grins awkwardly. “Right, of course.” She takes a long look at his hair and Carlos is sure that will click eventually too. “Ahem. We’ll I’ve only met Evie a few times, but Snow insisted she would like a giant party and invited everyone.”

“Yeah,” Carlos tries to laugh as he finds Evie, eagerly talking to a bunch of people he doesn’t know, “this is definitely Evie’s style.” He doesn’t have much interest in talking, but this is Evie’s party and Carlos will play nice for her big day. “How do you know Snow?”

“Oh,” she waves her hand, “we were princesses together. Different kingdoms, of course, but once we both came back to where we were meant to be, we had royal schooling together. We’ve been good friends for decades.”

Another princess, oh boy. She surely has someone on the Isle. “What kingdom are you from?”

“Corona.”

Carlos isn’t well-versed in royalty, not like Evie is and not even like Jay is (who was taught by Jafar to know royals and royal customs), so it takes a moment for his mind to bring up a list he know he’s gone over. “Rapunzel?”

“The one and only.” She waves her hands like some magic trick, still smiling and staring at his hair.

“Our mothers were good friends on the Isle.”

Rapunzel’s eyebrows shoot up and her head tilts, again reminding Carlos of someone his age.

He hadn’t meant to say that. He didn’t want to say anything to begin with, but he’s here for Evie’s party and he’s playing nice and conversation doesn’t come naturally to him, even after all this time in Auradon.

“Not your real mother, of course,” Carlos mumbles, “but uh, nevermind.”

“Gothel? You knew her?”

Carlos looks up at the curiosity in her tone. “Yeah. Kind of. She was one of my teachers.”

“She’s a teacher?”

“She teaches Selfishness 101. Or, at least, she did last year. I’m sure nothing’s changed though.”

Rapunzel’s brows furrow together. In her silence, Carlos tries to imagine her with blonde hair flowing behind her like a 10 foot scarf. How did it not get tangled? How did she not get split ends? How did she shower?

“You said she was...friends with...your mother?”

“Cruella De Vil.” Carlos twists one of his curls and watches her eyes flicker up to his hair, the realization clicking again. “Yeah, they, uh, they bonded over selfishness and wanting to look the best. I mean, Professor Gothel never came over for tea or anything, but they went shopping together sometimes.” Carlos looks back down at his lap. “‘Friends’ isn’t really the right word though. They had similar interests.”

“In all the years I spent with her, I never really learnt any of Gothel’s interests.” Rapunzel says softly, more to herself than to Carlos.

She sounds sad, which Carlos gets. He’s lived his entire life with Cruella and he still feels like he lived with a stranger. Then again, by the time he was born, there was hardly any Cruella left to know.

“Mistreating children is her big one.” Carlos says with a shrug. He doesn’t mean to sound like such an asshole, but hopefully that makes Rapunzel less sad. They’re still at Evie’s birthday party, no one should be sad. And they’re talking about villains who hurt people, they really shouldn’t be sad about not knowing them.

Carlos can’t explain why he feels so sad thinking about Cruella sometimes, though.

“Does she mistreat children on the Isle?” Rapunzel asks him, attention fully on him.

He doesn’t want to look at her. She’s still a stranger and Carlos doesn’t like to be looked at so intently. “Kind of. She’s wanted us to be selfish and uncaring and she thought a lot of parents were too lenient with their kids.” And Carlos thought that too, comparing himself to other VKs, until he got to Auradon and realized all the villains were terrible parents. “A lot of parents went to her for advise.”

“On how to...” Rapunzel fiddles with her dress, hands twitching around the fabric, “mistreat them?”

Carlos looks at her for a minute. Rapunzel must be nearly 40 now and she’s still so childish with her fidgeting and conversational stutters. It makes it easier to talk to her in a way, but they both know Gothel personally. He doesn’t appreciate her skirting around the subject.

“On how to manipulate them?” Rapunzel finally asks.

“Yeah.”

“Emotional abuse?”

“That’s what you call it here in Auradon.”

“Gaslighting?”

“Tons.”

Rapunzel finally stops looking at him and at the table in front of them. “I went to such far lengths to make her happy. I just wanted her approval. She was all I had.”

Carlos nods. He doesn’t want to verbalize his own feelings.

“I was so grateful for any kindness from her.”

“Or even neutral moments where she wasn’t outright mean.” Carlos says. He’s talking about Cruella, but he doesn’t think Rapunzel knows that.

“Yes, exactly!” Rapunzel nearly laughs, which is nice. A shitty parent was a part of her life, Carlos’ too, and they survived. It’s not as big a deal as Auradon wants to make it, they survived.”

“And you have to say ‘thank you’ for every small thing?”

“Like fresh fruit! I had to thank her a hundred times for it.”

Carlos can’t help the twitch of his lips. Who would have thought he’d have so much in common with a grown princess? “And she acts like doing basic things is such a chore she can’t bear to do? Like cleaning?”

“Or cooking.”

“Doing her own hair.”

“Fixing her own clothes. And don’t get me started on how she always kept the best things for herself! The nicest clothes, the freshest food, the best blankets.” Rapunzel looks to him and she smiles because she gets it and Carlos gets it and their lives sucked, but they’re not some sappy tragedy that Auradon wants them to be.

Carlos looks at her. She doesn’t seem so scary anymore. “And anything you got was such an inconvenience?”

Rapunzel groans, loud and dramatic. “Which leads back into how grateful we had to be! For the smallest things!”

She isn’t so scary and the sun isn’t so bright and the party isn’t so overwhelming. He takes a deep breath.

“But, well, you know...none of it was your fault, right?”

Carlos gulps.

People in Auradon feel bad for them now that they know he and Evie and Mal and Jay are just scarred kids running from people who should have protected them. Lonnie avoids harsh topics and Jane gets flustered when she talks about her happy childhood and Ben wants to give them all counseling.

But no one has said that to him.

And Carlos knows that, kind of, in the way that he knows it was never Evie’s fault for not being pretty enough or Jay’s fault for not stealing enough or Mal’s fault for not being scary enough. They would never be enough, not with the impossibly high standards their parents set.

“Do you know that?” Carlos asks and he squints because the sun seems bright again. “Do you know that it wasn’t your fault?”

Rapunzel’s eyes soften and she reminds him of Evie in the way that she’s regal and poised, but still so eager to build connections. “I’m still learning that.”

“Even 20 years later?”

“Women like Gothel and...Cruella...we can’t let them ruin our lives.” Rapunzel folds her arms and looks out across the party. “They don’t get to take our whole life.”

“Just the childhood?”

Rapunzel laughs again, hiding it behind her hand. “It’s not fair and it never will be, but...”

Carlos nods. He knows what she wants to say, even if he can’t find the words for it either. Maybe if they were raised in Auradon by loving parents, they would have the vocabulary for it, but they were raised in their own isolations, twenty years apart, but they understand each other because of that.

So Carlos shimmies down into his chair and tries to smile at her and says, “I know.”

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Whew, this is longer than I expected. I wanted to use this as a chance to explore a VK meeting someone who exists in Descendants, but we don’t actually see, because that will happen a few times in Instructions Not Included.

As always, please reblog if you enjoyed!

[jbbuckybarnes]

PR Stunt

Desc: Fake Dating AU. Celebrity AU. After pity posts for Sebastian skyrocketing, you two being seen together as friends a lot and with a big movie coming up, his management decides to pair you two for a PR stunt. You both agree, pranking the public seems fun and getting rid of pity tweets seems convenient. Pairing: Sebastian x Reader Warning: It’s not that good and one of my last real people fiction pieces I have left. Not beta read.

M A S T E R L I S T

+Pop Magazine - Articles: +Hot actors that are still on the market!+

*@lancebastian: Someone give this man a family!* *@stanfanfam: I feel so bad for him, he still isn’t with a woman or trying to build a family.* *@aliburger: Poor boy looks so alone. I’m volunteering!* _______ +Pop Magazine - Candids: +Sebastian Stan seen with his friend Y/N Y/LN in Manhattan, New York+

*@seabassbaby: I know they’re just friends but they’d make a cute couple.* *@lancebastian: Get her, Stan!* *@vanillaiceice: She’s cute af.* ________ “People are pitying you so much, it’s insane. What is so wrong with being single at your age?” you looked up from your phone at Sebastian sitting on the other side of the couch. “They’re just projecting their desires onto this.” he shrugged without looking up from his phone. “How does that not annoy you to some degree? I read it and get irritated by it.” you chuckled. “Sometimes I do, but at the end of the day it’s so unimportant.” now he looked up. “Yeah, but doesn’t that suck energy out of you to some level?” you two never talked about this specifically. “A bit.” another shrug with a small pout. “Well, let’s stop talking about that then. When’s press coming up?” you tried to change the topic. He looked at you for a second with a confused face before answering, “I think in two weeks.” “No, brunch meetings for weeks again.” you pouted like a child and got a smile back from him. “Poor baby.” he played into it and laughed. “You know they keep me sane.” you answered chuckling. “I know. I promise we’ll eat like three pizzas in one day when I’m back again, chaotic mess.” you looked at him offended. “I’m just telling the truth.” he held his arms up and grinned. “Ar-” you were interrupted by someone calling him and went back to checking your socials. You had a decent following and were friends with a few photographers, which gave you the opportunity to try yourself as a model and influencer. One of you photography friends is also how you two met and as soon as you two found your love for New York brunch meetings the friendship was sealed. “With Y/N?” you looked up at the mention of your name and saw him raise a brow. “Okay, yeah. Good, tomorrow at 11am. See ya.” he ended the call and finally saw your confused face. “Guess we have a meeting at 11am tomorrow and they also want you there.” his hand went through his hair and he exhaled a bit exhausted. “Why that?” you weren’t with his management or something. “She didn’t tell me. Maybe they want to sign you?” he was just as clueless as you and sat back down on the couch and you sat up. “That would be...sudden?” you said even more confused. “I feel like there’s something more to that.” his eyes narrowed. You shrugged taking your phone again, “We’ll find out I guess.”

___________ “We know you both don’t like paparazzi but this could benefit all of us and would be over after a few weeks.” the woman ended her little idea. “Wait, you want us to do a PR stunt, did I understand that right?” you said it out loud. A serious nod came back and a sigh from you. “Can’t believe I’m saying this but I think that would be hilarious outside of the paparazzi stuff.” he snorted beside you. “Excuse me, what?” you turned towards him and got a shrug back. “So...would you be on board?” the lady asked again. You let your head sink onto your arms on the table with an, “I guess.” You both left the office after you got handed a contract to go through to sign with the management and the comment, “I hate being friends with you.” “Did you mean being in a relationship?” he joked and got a stern look back. “Don’t take it too far, Stan!” you warned him. “Won’t. Promise.” he said with that boyish smile that guaranteed for nothing. “Idiot.” you muttered while walking out of the building onto the busy street. A hand was reaching for yours and you looked up confused. “What? Need to lay down the foundation for what’s about to go down.” he clearly loved the idea to mess around with you and the public for a while. “Dork.” a smile finally found its way onto your face and you shook your head. You didn’t mind holding hands with your other friends, so this wasn’t the problem. You weren’t so sure about the rest of what was about to happen in the upcoming weeks. “You love it.” he said nudging you lightly.

“Only if I get some good pictures for my Instagram and Twitter.” you chuckled. “I’m sure there’s gonna be some of your beloved photoshootings.” he grinned. “You’re gonna be an Instagram boyfriend, don’t you forget about that part of it.” you grinned back. “Oh god.” he had the realization hit him. “Yeah, didn’t think through that I might get back at you, huh?” you laughed.

“Lunch date?” he looked down at you after you both were finished with laughing and had walked for a block. “As long as I don’t need to play honeymoon phase love, yeah.” you bit your lip to stop the laugh that was making its way through your body. “Don’t worry, I think the eating each other alive part is one or two weeks in.” he wheezed and held the door to one of your favorite places open. “It’s gonna be hella obvious that it’s a stunt.” you pointed out. “That’s why I agreed. Why not have some fun and confuse people for a bit.” there was that boyish smile again. “Like that whole Shawn Mendes & Camila Cabello thing.” you shuddered. That was obviously a stunt but there was that part where everyone kinda thought it might be true and they just wanted to get the extra publicity. “I have no idea what you’re talking about but I guess my answer would be yes.” he said before turning to the waitress that just arrived at your table. ___________ +Pop Magazine - Candids: Sebastian Stan seen having a lunch date and holding hands with Y/N Y/L/N*+ *@bellastann: I feel like our dreams start to manifest stanfam!* *@lancebastian: Not entirely sold, holding hands ain’t that special. They are friends for months now.* *@evanstackiee: Yeees! (Y/L/N)stan is real!!!* ____________ Your contract was signed, your game plan was well organized. There were appointments and activities planned out, what to do at which one and the paparazzi would be there for some of them. You kinda cringed when you looked at the little calendar in front of you but you also were about to have some fun with tricking the general public. “Just an insanely big acting exercise, right?” you looked beside you to see him read through the stuff too. “Uuh, yeah.” he said concentrated on reading. You were both extremely open with each other and rarely had any miscommunication. So kissing in public without starting friendship problems wouldn’t be so hard, but you still had a weird feeling about it. Not fear, just a feeling.

__________ The first thing you did was pretty mellow. Attending a small local event together. You did things like this before but this time you’d have to cuddle up a bit here and there and make a few Instagram Stories. “You comfortable?” he smiled down at you holding your body close to his arm. “You’re 6 foot and fit, I think there is no way in hell anyone would think this isn’t comfortable.” you gave a sweet grin up at him. “For a model you’re pretty good at this.” he joked and you poked him into his waist. “Hey!” he laughed. “You act like I wasn’t a drama kid in school. I might be good-looking but I’m also a nerd. You should know that best...space nerd.” you chuckled. “Stop calling me out like that or I’ll make you talk to that dude you find annoying over there.” he pointed at a man that had bombarded you with his boring business ideas months ago. “Don’t you dare, Stan!” you looked offended. “You wanna sit down with some wine then, madame?” he said in a posh accent. “Of course, it is incredibly instagramable.” you answered in the same way. A boomerang of your drinks with each other tagged in it and two glasses of wine later you officially had glued yourself to him. He had a very comforting vibe about him and you clearly helped with his anxious moments. A kiss was planted onto your temple and a black and white filter put on top of it. Followed by a funny selfie and a picture of your empty wine glasses. Shortly after you already left the party under the flickering lights of a handful of paparazzi. Holding hands and very close together. __________ +Pop Magazine - Gossip: Are Sebastian Stan and his ‘best friend’ dating?+ *@stanfanfam: Cause of death: That temple kiss.* *@vanillaiceice: Damn, is it the late 2000s? Seb leaving a party with a girl? Damn!* *@evanstackiee: For me it’s confirmed.* *@seabassbaby: It looks kinda staged but if it’s not I’m super happy for him!* __________ The second little thing on the list was a photoshooting together. Since you both had modelled for magazines before and with other models you were kinda in your element. It was for a mid-sized fashion magazine that published every month and you two were having fun all over the rented AirBnB. Some expensive yoga pants with a knitted oversized sweater and boots was the first thing you needed to wear for a scene depicting to come home. Falling into each other's arms multiple times definitely made you laugh because of the dumb faces he made. The next outfit was a sleeping outfit. Silk shorts and an airy white cropped shirt. Your socks were pink and had donuts on it. “Can I have them?” you gave them puppy eyes and the team laughed. Modelling while laying was hard. You needed to look realistic but also show of what you were wearing. Combined with a giant baby blowing air into your ear ended in him being pinched by you. He was clearly not prepared to see you in the third outfit. Lacey underwear and an open button-down mens shirt. You could literally see his brain work and giggled “C’mon, get it together.” He was wearing briefs and a white shirt, needing to embrace you from behind while you pretended to make scrambled eggs. “My eggs are definitely scrambled after this.” he whispered and you couldn’t hold back the genuine laugh, ending up in some good pictures. The last two outfits were a bit more editorial but still wearable and the pictures were taken outside. “Well, that wasn’t bad.” you said to him as you two walked out after changing back into your clothing. “For YOU.” he answered. “Poor baby, needed to see his friend in underwear.” you made fun of him. “Yo, it’s a different thing if I see an Instagram picture or the live version.” he defended himself. “Clearly...don’t you dare fall for me, dork.” you joked and he huffed. The walk back was silent but he looked down at you from time to time. You just couldn’t see his reaction every time he did. __________ +Pop Magazine - News: Sebastian Stan & Y/N Y/L/N modelling together. Check out these pictures!+ *@lancebastian: Damn, so this is really a thing, huh? Holy, that’s cute.* *@evanstackiee: Can they adopt me?* *@bellastann: That kitchen picture sent me into cardiac arrest!* _________ By now you were trained at sending each other stolen glances. No matter if you just needed to go to your management or when you had brunch together. But for the last three days he was in LA for the press junket of his new movie. There was this weird feeling again. It felt so close to fear but it wasn't fear. You couldn’t quite pinpoint it. *God, I’m way too used to being around you now.* *You miss not freezing to death in any given moment, admit it!* *No, real talk, I miss you.* *Realtalk: I miss you too...but admit it’s the freezing!* *D O R K !* You had taken a flight to LA the day after because an award show was next on your list. You were ten times more nervous for the dress sitting right than the man on your side. You also weren’t used to hair and makeup. You were an Instagram model, this was a luxury at experimental shoots. “You’d think I can smile on command and not look like shit...but I can’t.” you said to him before stepping onto the red carpet an hour later. “You’re looking good, stop worrying.” he said in his usual calming tone before gently pulling you forward. 10 minutes later the torture to your eyes was done and there were interviews. “What do you have to say about the rumors about your relationship status?” you were asked. “That people should care more about their life than mine...oh, and that he’s the best human being on the planet. Doesn’t matter in which way we are connected.” Sitting down at an award show with your hand being held was not were you thought you’d end up when you agreed to this but why not make memories? Your head naturally landed on his shoulder after a while. You really had missed him being in close proximity for those 4 days. His thumb softly wandered over the back of your hand. “What would you do if I’d win something?” he asked in a low voice. “Jump you?” your head went up again to see his eyes wandering over your face. “In a happy kinda way, I assume.” he had a lopsided smile on his face. “You’re thinking about that photoshoot again, huh? Literally a teenager.” you joked but saw his eyes wander to your lips for a bit too long before he concentrated on the host again. For the rest of the evening your mind went in circles about him playing that or being genuinely interested in you in that way.

__________ +Pop Magazine - Gossip: Mysterious answer to relationship question about (Y/L/N)stan+ *@vanillaiceice: They are boning, come ON!* *@evanstackiee: Look at how happy she is while she says it.* *@seabassbaby: Gosh, just say it!* __________ Today was the day you weren’t really prepared for. He had an off day from press and you were still in LA. Your plan was going to the beach and getting photographed. Well, it wasn’t your plan. It was the plan made for you. “I hate swimming in the ocean!” you mumbled. “Hey, it’s gonna be fine. You have two excuses to grab onto me, right?” he chuckled while watching you undress and revealing your red bikini. You both laid in the sun for a while, talking about his press junket and the social media reactions to this. “Wanna get wet?” you opened your eyes to a child in a man’s body wiggling his eyebrows. You punched his chest with a laugh and let him pull you up with him. Hand in hand you made your way into the ocean rather slowly, “And you didn’t want to admit that you freeze to death without me.” he chuckled. He got impatient and just grabbed your waist and jumped backwards into deeper water. After a squeak from your side and your nails clawing into his back a little bit too harshly, you got used to it. “Look. It’s fine.” he put some hair strands out of your face with his free hand. “I still hate the ocean.” you pouted, trying to overplay how fast your heart was suddenly beating. Oh hell no, you were not just slowly falling for your best friend...please? “I get that.” he put his hand onto your lower back and you put your legs around his hips. “You’re my floatie.” you giggled putting your head into the crook of his neck. “And you are...I can only assume a freezing rock.” you both chuckled.

Your head went up again to see a big grin on his face, “Fuck you.” “You love it.” he said like usual but this time you slowly nodded with a serious face and his eyes widened enough for you to notice. “Wait, I didn’t…” you exhaled deeply with attentive eyes on you. “I feel like we should just stop this. I don’t want to see this friendship break apart just because my body thinks close proximity is a good reason to send hormones out.” you got out of your system. “That’s an odd way of saying that you’re having a crush on me.” he smiled and put his other arm around you. “Yeah, well, I don’t wanna ruin this.” your eyes went down, you rarely made yourself this vulnerable. “You already did by, to say it in your nerdy words, making my body think it’s a good idea to send out hormones because we are in close proximity.” he answered with a nervous chuckle, hand going through his hair.

Your eyes met his again, “I stopped acting the moment it started, Y/N.” “Well, um, it took me till about approximately 5 minutes ago to realize that this odd feeling I have isn’t some suppressed fear.” you made fun of yourself to make the situation less awkward. “Wanna give them what they want?” his head nudged towards the beach with a smirk. “Do you mean give you what you want?” you joked and he remembered where he heard that before. “I hate being friends with you,” he bit his lip, “I’d much rather call you my girlfriend.” The reference made you melt, he remembered that dumb little conversation from two weeks ago. Your hands went from his shoulders to his head and his free hand pulled your head closer before your lips met. You didn’t care about the camera clicks in the background, you only cared about finally making out with the man that made you love brunch dates so much. It felt like an hour before you broke apart a little. Steel blue eyes were staring right into your soul and the most calming voice in the world said “I love you.” “I hope you don’t say that while thinking of me in underwear.” you joked. “Nah, don’t need to. You’re grabbing onto me in a bikini.” he said with his hands wandering down your body and a giant smirk on his face. “I love you too, dork.” ___________ +Pop Magazine - News: (Y/L/N)stan confirmed! Couple seen kissing at the beach.+ *@vanillaiceice: I’ll fistfight anyone that hates on her!* *@evanstackiee: Look at those SMILES.* *@seabassbaby: Maybe I’m crying.* *@lancebastian: She makes him happyyy.* *@bellastann: I think this gave me diabetes.* *@stanfanfam: Make babies! lol* *@Y/N: Gosh, @imsebastianstan we have heart eyes galore in these. Might need to go and get that checked out.* *@imsebastianstan: @Y/N, yeah, heard of that new disease called love. It’s attacking every part of your body and mind!* *@seabassbaby: For real...ADOPT ME!* _____________

M A S T E R L I S T

[haniswritingstuff]

Baumhaus Uni life just got even weirder

Hiiii People this is me author of the day ( honestly I just neglected all the work I need to do for 3 hours you better be thankful XD) I'll update maybe once a week? If I can make it? For now I just really wanted the idea out of my head and into chapter 1 :D It is not proof read, ignore any grammar or spelling mistakes XD

„Lea wake up. Lea. Goddamnit Julia could I get some help over here I really don’t want to be late for our first day!” Lea groaned and rolled over, not for the first time cursing her friend who was worse than any alarm clock.

She tried to peel open her eyes and saw Hanna standing in the door, still trying to fix her mess of hair with some product by looking into her mirror at the other side of the room. There were slow footsteps in the hall as Julia walked into the room and fell next to Lea on the bed.

“Move” she instructed, getting under the blankets. Grunting Lea wiggled to make room for her friend who pretended to fall asleep again. The only thing that was an indicator that she was already awake was the fact that she was dressed in jeans and a simple t-shirt and not in her RJ Pajamas. “Lier she already woke you up!” Lea accused and tried to grab the blanket from Julia again.

Dishes where heard clirring in the kitchen, followed by Hanna shouting “Wait girls, why is our coffee empty I thought we still had coffee, ohmygod how will I make it through the morning.” The stress was clear in her voice but that made the girls only laugh silently. “We’re gonna stop by Dynamite Coffee today don’t worry!” Julia answered loud enough for Hanna to hear. The girl came back into view. “Ah yes for us to make it in time though we really need to be out of the house in 5” she said, hands on her hips. Lea groaned again, though the promise of good coffee made getting up a bit more appealing. Dynamite had this really great Vanilla-Caramel Frappé creation, and as it was the first day of hell, aka the new semester, the motto was treat yourself with sugar. “Veto on the shower” she finally said, pushing the blankets (and Julia) out of the bed to get up. “Dude no need to call Veto you know I only shower in the evening” said Hanna, going back to her room. Lea blinked and looked down at Julia, who was apparently also dressed.

“Ok , at least give me 10 minutes”

 They somehow still made it out of the house with time to spare and luckily there weren’t that many people waiting in Line at the coffee-shop. Lea grinned when she saw Jimin was working today. Hanna ordered first, black coffee and the biggest vegan sandwich they had on display, Julia some iced tea and something sweet. Jimin grinned and went into full pose when he saw Lea, who had already gotten into some extra stance, with her hand on one hip, the other going through her hair as Jimin would often do. “Good morning Sunshine what can I get you?” Jimin said, completing his sentence with a wink.

Lea rolled her eyes. “More like raincloud you know what day it is today, though I appreciate the positivity.” Lea answered, following up with “The usual with extra syrup please.” Jimin went to work as Hanna and Julia went beeline for their usual seat at the window. Lea stayed at the counter for a moment longer, as there wasn’t really anyone waiting to order anyway right now.

“Why do you have the morning shift today don’t you have classes?” She asked her best friend, who was busy creating magic in the form of caffeinated drinks. “Hah do you think I’m gonna turn up the first day, people might think I’m actually taking studying serious. I really don’t want to ruin my reputation like that!” Lea grinned “I wish, But I think you-know-who drinking her black coffee over there would have killed me!” Jimin finished her drink and slid it over in one fluid movement, perfectly in sync for Lea to grab the cup.

“Yea, to be honest though most of my classes start in the afternoon this semester.” Lea nodded. Jimin was a dance major and most of the morning classes where often the theoretical kind in the lecture halls. And she couldn’t really picture Jimin turning up for dance history at 8am on a Monday morning either.

“Well, I’ll see you around then, I’m going to inhale this now and hope it helps with my class at least.” She sighed. “You know my magic always works” Jimin smiled. “Don’t worry what is it again that you have today? Fashion history? You passed that one with flying colors last semester and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you study for it.”

“Yeah, but only because I already know most of the material, which still makes it a super boring class to sit in” Jimin moved a hand through his orange hair in his trademark way, before putting it on Leas Hand, morphing his face into somewhat of a pretend-pity-pout. “Don’t worry I promise I’m going to invite you to our party on Friday if you live through the week” Lea slapped his Hand away, though her eyes gave away that she was intrigued. “Your fraternity already planning for the first party of the semester?” Jimin puffed out his chest proudly. “What do you think, Beta Tau Sigma doesn’t sleep, and like hell, we’re going to top last semesters opening party by far!” He announced.

Beta Tau Sigma was probably most known for their party’s and pretty boys around Campus and while there were a bunch of different fraternities as Jimin would say “Don’t fraternitise with the enemy, especially not alpha delta psi”. In that moment the doorbell rung, signalizing a new wave of costumers. Lea turned around one last time saying “Don’t forget to keep me updated” before going to sit over to her friends. When she turned around she saw an old woman, maybe a professor?, stumble while she was trying to stand up from her table. Without thinking and in a moment of unknown agility Lea helped steady the woman and her tea set, so it wouldn’t shatter into a thousand pieces on the floor. “Wow are you alright?” She asked when the woman didn’t move for a second. She turned her head up and blinked up at her with incredibly light blue eyes. “Ah yes, thank you very much young lady!” She moved to put back her plate and cup and went to the door, when Lea shook her head and noticed she had left a little bag on her chair. She grabbed it and ran after the woman but when she looked around it seemed like the old lady had vanished into thin air.

“I guess I’ll maybe take this to the campus fundus later” She shrugged and placed the little item in her bag before joining her friends for breakfast.

“Ah Lea!” Hanna said, while swallowing the last of her sandwich. She placed her heads on the table and leaned forward in a serious manner. “Guess what Tae is actually in my art history class this semester!” She smiled and Julia gave Lea the look, they always shared when it came to Hanna and that certain boy. “Yeah guess how she found out, Tae just messaged her happily how his best friend ever being in the same class is just the greatest thing that happened to him today” Lea snickered and took a huge slurp from her drink. Whatever they put in there truly was like magic, lighting up her mood. Or maybe it’s just the sugar. “Hanna blinked at them, but before she could ask why they were being weird again Lea decided to share her news. “And guess what I just heard; beta tau sigma  is returning to the scene this Friday with their legendary semester opening party!” Julia clapped her hands together “Dude yes we totally need to go!” She high fived Lea, both of them starting to plan their outfits and makeup for the day. “I have to hope there’s just no student council on Friday or I’ll just come Later” Hanna, who had just taken out her calendar and was nibbling on her pen said. Lea took her calendar and a pen from her bag, before writing in big, bold letters PARTY in the spot for Friday. She closed it, throwing it back into Hanna’s’ bag. Hanna gaped at her, but she just took another slurp of her Frappé “Don’t tell me you want to miss out on the chance of Tae freestyling something again for boring student council”  Hanna started mumbling something about “Not that boring but…” when Julia groaned and leaned back in her chair. “Now that you mention that maybe I will come a bit later when that part of the evening is over” “Well I’m sure Suga is already appointed as the real DJ for the evening.” “Touché I’m back on board”

  Lea entered the Lecture hall right on time, heading straight for a place in the last row, before pulling out her I-pad that automatically connected with the university Wlan. Thank god for that because without some distractions she truly wouldn’t survive the class. Fashion history, while being one of the more interesting subjects, was taught by an old white man called Mr. Park Jin-young and his lecture style was awkward at best and dead-boring at worst. She was really just here for attendance credits anyway, as most of the material she already knew from her free time research. The decision to study fashion was really something that happened after a failed- first attempt at studying  “something useful” as her father had called it, while she just spat on it as economics hell. Julia might be convinced that subject was actually exciting, but she wasn’t fooling anyone. Economics was really just the first nail in her coffin and after dropping all her mandatory classes after one semester she decided to switch over to something that actually interested her. While she didn’t want to go full design category, though that would’ve put her in some classes with Tae or Hanna, she decided to major in Fashion history and Costume design, hoping to work for film or theatre one day, whichever way it worked out really.  The class passed slower than ever, Lea caught up with the Baumhaus Blog, a university legend really as it was written by someone who clearly had all the intel into not only University politics but also most classes and famous people. Some thought it was led by the actual university president itself, as he was the only one who was always present for the last 20 years when the blog had first started out as a makeshift website. Another popular theory was that the blog was passed on from the founder to different people and every time they graduated the moderator would change as well. Lea thought that theory was more plausible, because not only would it be weird for the Uni president to trash himself in third person but also it seemed like the style had changed ever so slightly last year and 3 years before that, as Julia had once explained to her. The newest entry was about the Party on Friday, which wasn’t that surprising because for Beta Tau Sigma to keep a secret for more than an hour was nearly impossible. Not only did they have the eyes of fangirls on them, but the own members weren’t really secretive about their activities either, as much as Jimin would like to make it out to be.

The class wrapped up a tiring 2 hours later and Lea’s stomach grumbled, reminding her that she hadn’t really eaten anything this morning. She stood up, after quickly noting down the first assignment because of course Mr. Park wanted them to have an essay ready by next week already, that asshole.

The prospect of Jimin maybe still being on shift made her steer back to Dynamite Coffee, as it was also the most convenient option around Campus unless you actually dared to eat the Mensa food.

The ringing of the bell for a second time that day and the smell of coffee was so comforting, she nearly forgot all about the assignment that she had to finish already this week. Well, nearly. Lea looked around, the coffee shop was a lot busier now, as many people had the same idea to drop by during classes. Behind the counter it actually wasn’t only Jimin now, but also another guy with black hair. His sleeves were pushed up over his elbows revealing tattoos that were all over his forearm and fingers. Lea vaguely remembered seeing his face somewhere, though she couldn’t quite place it. Before she could catch Jimin’s eye he vanished in the back for something, and she sighed. “Eh excuse me could I take your order?” She looked up, confused that it was already her turn but apparently the people in front of her were in a group. She looked at the food options to the left. “I’ll take one grilled cheese sandwich and a Nutella muffin” She said, looking back up at the waiter. And suddenly she remembered where she knew him from. “Holy shit you’re stock-photo guy!” She blurted out. The guy just took out her muffin from the display and nearly dropped it because of her sudden outburst. He blushed and looked at her stammering something incoherently. “Oh my god I’m right! I always see you in memes all over Tumblr oh my god!” In that moment Jimin came from the back grinning at Lea and throwing an arm around Bartender guy. “I knew I heard your voice and yes this is our newest addition to the team may I present Model and photography student Jeon Jungkook”. Jeon Jungkook looked very uncomfortable and busied himself with trying and somehow failing to place Lea’s muffin in a bag. Lea shook her head in a small laugh, her blonde hair falling out from behind her ear. “Damn Jimin and I thought you were the only model allowed to serve coffee out here, seems new guy as you beat in popularity as I saw his ‘model photos’ somewhere else than his own Instagram thirst-tap page.” Jimin crossed his arms in mock-offend while Jungkook finally gave the bag with food over to Lea. “Here’s your dude- I mean food” he said groaning a little about his slip of tongue. “Thanks dude” Lea grinned, placing her EC card over the card reader to pay. “You’re taking it to-go?” Jimin asked. “Yeah I wanna go home for a second before my next class, I want to pick up a book that I left lying there and you know I need a good book to survive literature” “Wow that is so wannabe-author of you” Jimin answered. Lea picked up her things and waved “Thanks I’ll take it, Bye Jimin, bye stock-photo-guy!”

 Considering that she had some time before her next class Lea sat down in the kitchen with her freshly-warmed up sandwich and looked around her bag for her iPad. She placed it on the table, when her hand felt something else inside the bag.

Confused she pulled it out of her bag and placed it on the table. It was the thing the old lady had forgotten in the coffee shop earlier that morning. “Shit I totally forgot to drop it off at the fundus” Lea said. Curious she opened up the bag, figuring it wouldn’t hurt to take a small look inside. It was a silver ring, beautifully crafted. She turned it around in her hand admiring the weight and style of it. Her own fingers were always full of different rings and this one was actually really pretty the more she looked at it. Before she could put it back in her bag her phone suddenly started ringing. Lea carefully placed the ring back on the little bag it came in and fished out her phone from the depth of her bag. “What the-“ The caller ID showed Julia’s name, though that was weird, because Julia was supposed to sit in class right now and she usually wasn’t one to ditch a class that easily.

“Hello girl what’s up?” Lea asked into the phone. Through the line she could hear some wind crashing and other sounds but Julia started speaking before she could even wonder further. “GIRL, where are you right now?” She asked kind of frantically. “Huh I came home for my break why?” “There’s a supervillain that just crashed into your lecture hall and I didn’t remember if you still had class” Lea pulled her eyebrows together, concentrating to make out Julia’s voice with all the background commotion. “What is that some joke?!” “You need to look at the Baumhaus blog, there’s some footage up already” Julia continued talking, through most of it was drowned out by the bad connection while Lea swiped her iPad open. And somehow, she couldn’t believe her eyes. “What the fuck-?” she whispered, when the line went dead. Suddenly worried Lea jumped up and whirled around when a bright green flash illuminated the kitchen. She screeched some high note and fell back against the sink closing her eyes. When she reopened them, she saw something floating over her left-over sandwich. Said something sniffed her half-eaten sandwich. What was happening? “Oh my god is that … cheese” Said something exclaimed. “I haven’t had that in a century!”

Lea, finding her voice and body connection again jumped up from her place at the floor and she pointed accusingly at the thing that had just started eating her lunch with huge bites.

“What the fuck!” She exclaimed again, and while it wasn’t her most eloquent moment, she truly couldn’t find any words to better describe the situation.

The something looked up at her as if just remembering she was here. “Oh hi. I’m Plagg. Let me just eat first than we can go deal with that akuma”

“Aku-what?” Lea asked slowly sitting down in front of the black creature. It kind of resembled a small cat now that she looked at it. Plagg ate the last of that sandwich in a huge bite that shouldn’t be possible for his small statue and happily rubbed his belly. “Look girl, I am a kwami, and the god of destruction” he started, flowing from the plate towards the ring. “And it’s just your luck you seem to be my new holder, as you own my ring now.” He took the ring and placed it down in front of a still silently staring Lea. “This is a dream or something, maybe I woke up in one of my fantasy novels” the girl whispered, taking the ring hesitantly. It felt cool and very real against her skin. She slipped it on one of her fingers and found out it somehow fit perfectly. “Nonono this is actually real life; I know that because I just ate very real yummy cheese, and it tastes better than in my dreams. Now we have to deal with a supervillain, but don’t worry Ladybug will surely help you so you won’t have to fight him alone. We need her power anyway as you will sure learn. Your power is more awesome anyway it’s called cataclysm and it is all about destroying stuff. Anyway listen. You mustn’t tell anyone about this okay, most important rule. “Lea blinked down at the small creature. Ladybug? Fighting a supervillain? What the hell was going on?

“Now after you say, ‘claws out’ we can actually start trying to find that villain-“ Plagg certainly wanted to go on, but as if still in denial Lea repeated “Claws out?” confused and everything happened at once.

The small creatures’ eyes widened, and he opened his mouth but suddenly he was gone, and Lea was standing in the apartment in a leather suit. She looked down at her hands that were clad in leather as well, her nails seemingly got sharper under the material.

She rushed out into the hall, towards the mirror and stopped as she looked at herself. She was wearing a freaking leather catsuit. “Again. What. The. Fuck” She looked down at herself and up into the mirror. Her eyes where light green and very cat like under a black mask that obscured her face around the eyes. Lea turned around, admiring how the material seemed to fit just right in all places and she noticed a little stick in her belt, that also kind of looked like a cat’s tail. She took it and pressed a paw-shaped button, causing the thing to open up with all kinds of options. And suddenly she somehow, as if it was instinctual, knew what she had to do. She ran back into the kitchen, checking Baumhaus blog which was still reporting life on the incident. The supervillain apparently had moved on toward the art building And Lea remembered Tae and Hanna were supposed to be there right about now.

She sprinted out onto the balcony and in a jump, that could only be described as very daring or downright suicidal, she leaped over the street. Her staff expended and like a pole-vaulter she reached the next rooftop unshattered. She stopped when her feet hit the roof, looking down at her slightly trembling hands. “Wow.” She breathed out and her face turned into a smile. “This is awesome!”

She pole-vaulted her way towards the campus which resulted her being there in second’s time. Deciding that looking at what was going on first might be a smart idea, she hid behind one of the chimneys. She peeked around again just in time to see something red and spotted crash down in front of her. On the roof. There were no red spotted giant birds as far as she was aware.

She peeked around again just in time to notice a guy with dark hair sitting up. He groaned and rubbed his head. He looked around and their eyes met, both blinking at the other person. “Wait…” Lea started, remembering some things that Plagg had been trying to tell her before she transformed. She eyed the suit that was skin-tight, showing the lean muscle of the guy in front of her, but most importantly it was reminiscent of a certain animal “Are you the Ladybug? Nice biceps by the way!” The guy shrugged and stood up to his full height. “More like Mr.Bug as you can see. And who are you?” He shot her a charming grin. Lea rolled her eyes. “I’m L-leather dressed superhero lady noir as you can see” For effect she bowed down. “And I thought my getup was bad but here you are running around like a domeownatrix!” Lea’s eyebrow twitched under her mask and she decided that maybe, she did not like this guy. “I’d take my suit any day over that spotted fashion disaster you are sporting.” She shot back but Mr.Bug only smiled, striking a pose. “Oh, really you don’t spot something you like?” “More like you are bugging me already-“ she started, when suddenly a huge rock was thrown their way causing them both to jump apart and turn around.

Oh right. There was that problem with the supervillain.

LMAO :D:D:D:D:D Did you see that coming? A reverse Miraculous AU because I can. And we are only just getting started.

[keelymewett]

Zombie Movie: I Am Legend (2007)

“Here’s Karen at the health desk.”

Karen from the health desk. (Picture: A female news anchor, Karen from the health desk.)

Language warning (sorry kids, but this is an MA15+ movie). 

I shit you not, that’s one of the opening quotes of the movies. So, friends and enemies, welcome to the longest review I’ve done of a zombie movie yet. It’s 1:35am here in Australia and I’ve just finished rewatching I Am Legend, everything’s fresh in my mind and I’m hyped up on chocolate. 

This movie has incredible tension, a fresh take on the zombie apocalypse, and it’s based on the 1954 novel by Richard Matherson, which inspired the modern day vampire and zombie movies. Why you may ask? Because it popularised the concept of a worldwide apocalypse due to a disease... now I’m beginning to realise that watching zombie movies during a global pandemic maybe wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever had. Any who. 

YouTube rewind made me forget how bloody good of an actor Will Smith is, and boy does he deliver in this movie. Robert’s (that his character, btw, though I will probably end up just referring to the character as Will Smith) interactions with Sam the goodest girl in the world (she’s a dog) and the mannequins is incredible.

The goodest girl in the world. (Picture: A dog (I’m sorry - I don’t know dog breeds! I’m 99% sure she’s a German Shepard) being given a bath and head scratches by Will Smith.)

Now: three things to look forward to in this “review” (assuming you read the spoilery section below). One: how realistic is this apocalypse? Two: there’s a dog. Three: zombie vampires. Vampire zombies? 

Backgrounds details! (Picture: Will Smith opened the fridge. On the fridge door are photos of his wife and daughter, a calendar dated for December, a drawing with “Marley” written in kids handwriting, post-it notes, a pamphlet with the heading “Quarantine”, and a Time Magazine cover of Robert Neville (Will Smith). The title reads (heading) “Saviour?” (sub-heading) “Soldier, Scientist” (body of text) “In a Battle that Could Save Thousands of Lives, Lt. Col. Robert Neville Takes on the XV Virus.”

Also, there’s banging in my house at the moment and when I say I’m peaking. I’m going to need to listen to some music while I write this.

Read on for a fun time! Spoilers ahoy!

Realism (the really relevant part. Yikes)

Okay, so what’s this fresh take on the apocalypse? Basically, this doctor cures cancer and it all goes to shit from there. I’m not 100% on the logistical jump from “destroying cancer cells” to “humans (and animals) becoming bloodthirsty mutants that burn in the sun” - for instance, this is just my sci-fi high-school biology and physics brain working here, cancer is basically a rogue cell that mutates other cells and destroys them in the process, yeah? So if the doctor, like she said, uses these cancer cells to work for the body and in the process “cures” cancer, wouldn’t the humans just... infect each other and the virus would kill the host if it went south? Given, that did happen in like 90% of cases as Will Smith explains, but where does the sunlight allergy come in? Is cancer afraid of UV? Confused, but I digress. 

... Is that my queen, Missy, from Umbrella Academy? (Picture: A woman with blood leaking from her eyes, holding a child and shouting for help.)

The scene where they’re listening to the radio and the guy is like we’re “issuing a military quarantine of New York City” I’m like bitch you wish. Unrealistic. The USA currently (9/10/2020) has the highest cases of COVID-19 in the world (for future historians and poor school children, it’s at 7.68 MILLION cases, no statistic for recovered cases for some weird ass reason, and sadly, 212,000 deaths. For reference, here in Australia we’ve had as of today 27,206 cases, 24,807 recovered and 897 deaths. New Zealand, who went into hard lockdown, had as of today, 1,864 cases, 1,800 recovered, and 25 deaths, with a period where there were 0 new cases for several days.)

Though, with that in mind, everyone going outside and gathering in large crowds? Realistic. 

The actual movie part

Praises time! Will Smith has a stockpile of food. Also, him getting Sam (the dog) to eat her vegetables like she’s a little kid? Cutest thing ever. 

Stockpilesss. (Picture: Will Smith wearing an apron and preparing a meal in a kitchen chock full of food items, including things like Pringles and spaghetti sauce.)

Setting alarms on his watch for sunset? Brilliant, smart idea, fantastic. Re-enforced windows and door, AND booby-trapped house? Incredible, genius. Setting traps to catch the zomvamps? (like the dumb name I just came up with? Don’t worry, I’ll reveal the stupid arbitrary name they ACTUALLY came up with later) Talent, intelligence. 

Dude, why wouldn’t you restrain the head/chest? You know, the part that can bite you? (Picture: Will Smith in a lab coat standing over a female zombie-vampire who’s been secured to a metal bench by the wrists and ankles. Medical monitors are connected to her.)

Now, Will Smith is out here looking for a cure. And by looking, I mean actively creating. In a lab. He washes his hands before going in - *chef’s kiss* follow his example - and unlike other zombie movies where it’s super dramatic in the hunt for a cure, this is a lot more chill considering it’s a) been 3 years and b) is more like how science actually works. Trials, tests, animal test-subjects (there is a debate about the ethics of this which I won’t go into here) (I mean a debate in real life not in the zombie movie haha) and human test-subjects. 

“Did you kidnap my girlfriend, bro?” (Picture: bald, pale muscular dude-bro-looking zombie-vampire roaring in rage.)

The mother-fracking zombies

I have to say it: these are the most dumbass looking vampire-zombies. I say vampire-zombies (zomvamps) because they avoid sunlight but also eat people? 

Now, unlike most zombie movies, these are really bloody intelligent zomvamps. At one point, after setting a booby trap and catching a zomvamp after stumbling into a nest of them, Robert says “They’re not showing any human social behaviour.” Hahahaha. Okay bitch first of all dude bro screamed when you kidnapped his mate, secondly dude bro has pet dogs, thirdly dude bro fucking caught you in a trap. He took revenge on you there, love. He followed you home!

The zomvamps are apex predators, can climb, run, hunt in packs, communicate with each other, set booby traps, make coordinated attacks, follow you home, learn where you live and remember it, and holy fuck humans had no chance. 

Thank you for clarifying, because I actually found this quite funny. Like, look at him! (Picture: dude-bro zombie-vampire from earlier growling in front of a flaming car. The zombie-vampires are very CGI, pale, fish-person looking things with pale skin and completely bald of hair. This guy is wearing ripped clothes. The caption reads “Growls menacingly”.)

Random things I have in my notes but haven’t mentioned yet (yes I took notes) 

What’s with the apocalypse and mannequins? Looking at you, Five (Umbrella Academy). 

(Picture: Will Smith looking at a “female” mannequin, who is dressed in a coat and black bob wig. They’re in a movie store. Funnily enough, behind the mannequin is the “Adult” section of the films.)

I agree with the fuck-that-shit sentiment when you see a mannequin suddenly appear in a different part of the city - like how in the hell?? 

(Picture: Will Smith aiming a rifle at a mannequin in an orange jumper. Mannequin is usually located outside of the movie store, yet here it is randomly in the middle of the street at the end of a T-section. There are tall glass windows behind the mannequin, and the window to the right has a giant, gaping pitch black hole in it. It’s presumed that there is a nest of zombie-vampires in there.)

... so is this a booby trap for humans or for zomvamps? Because the former makes sense if that dude bro zomvamp analysed Will Smith’s trap from earlier and remade it (hence dropped the car off a bridge to string him up), and the latter doesn’t really make sense because a) you’ll only catch (and probably kill) one zomvamp and why would you want only one unless you’re Robert and two why tf aren’t you meeting up with Robert he’s been broadcasting and racing around town hunting deer (elk?) in a sports car. 

I’d like to know how hard it actually is to do like a weird sit-up and get yourself free of one of these kinds of traps. Am I dumb for thinking it’s not that hard? (Picture: Will Smith is suspended in the air by a rope tied around his ankle, the result of a booby-trap. He’s struggling to free himself.)

Come on, you’re literally a doctor and a soldier. Don’t tell me you’re actually considering pulling that out? (Picture: Will Smith has been impaled in the leg by something. It looks like he’s about to attempt to pull it out. He’s in the middle of the street as the sun sets, and Sam is right next to him.)

Sam is a queen. Here are some photos of her.

(Picture: Robert Neville’s wife carrying a baby Sam - Sam is a puppy, by the way, and very adorable. Neville’s young daughter is walking out of the gate to their house behind her mother.)

(Picture: Will Smith in a flashback saying goodbye to his wife and daughter and crying. Sam is licking away his tears.)

Sometimes I hate foreshadowing. (Picture: Will Smith searching a house. He opens a cupboard and there’s a newspaper article with a picture of a zombie-vampire dog. The article reads “Infected dogs can come out at dusk. Stay in the light.” There’s a number to call for questions.)

Worst birthday ever. Now I’m sad and there’s still half the movie left. 

(Picture: Will Smith sitting on the floor of his lab, hugging Sam, who’s just been bitten by infected dogs.) 

Get Shrek’d.

(Picture: The ‘Shrek’ movie playing on the TV in Neville’s house.)

Ma’am, do you not know how to ration? That is such a waste of food. (Picture: the woman and kid who rescued Will Smith have cooked breakfast. She’s cooked way too many scrambled eggs for two adults and a kid, and all the of the bacon for literally no reason.)

Oh yeah, wanna know what they call the zombies in this movie? 

Dark Seekers. They dropped that one on us well into the final half of the movie. Dark Seekers? Really? I won’t get into how dumb that sounds when you had two options to choose from - vampires and zombies. Hell, go with my suggestion of zomvamps, even vampzoms. Dark Seekers? Sorry, I get hung up on dumb zombie-alternative names. Sure, I get the atmosphere might be ruined by calling them vampires or zombies, but not even lying I didn’t realise she said “Dark Seekers” until I turned the CC on to grab a quote. I thought she said “Dog Keepers” hahahaha. “The dog keepers got them.” My defence is that the dude bro did keep dogs. 

Finally, wrapping this up at 2:15 before I add in pictures, you’re telling me approximately 100 zomvamps made a coordinated attack on Will Smith’s house to eat... 3 people? That’s like me and a hundred mates descending on the pentagon for a fucking snickers bar. We’d get like an atom each. 

Oh, what’s that? They’re here to rescue one person? Really? Really? How in the fuck are they even zombies if their primary purpose isn’t to eat humans. I’m disappointed. But points for a fresh take, at least. 

Now one of the things I remember about this movie is that is has an alternate ending. The actual ending (huge spoilers but then again, you’re in the spoiler section) has Will Smith sacrifice himself (read: blow himself and the zomvamps up with a grenade) to defend the cure and save his new friends. The alternate ending, which was scrapped due to negative audience reaction, has Will Smith communicate with the zomvamps who like actually calm down and listen to him. He gives the dude bro back his friend, and... no one dies. 

I’m sorry, how is an ending where, sure, a cure isn’t found YET, but, the “villains” of the movie are humanised and a new side of them is seen that shows, hey, maybe there’s another way through this apocalypse, better than an ending where Will Smith dies? Make it make sense test audience. Because, remember, there’s still a whole bunch of immune people living out here, and three of them are currently in the same room. Robert’s only been working on the cure for 3 years. How many years do you reckon it takes to cure cancer? Hint: it’s ongoing in real life. Just because the cure isn’t found in the movie doesn’t mean it won’t be found. Ughhhh. I digress again. 

I have more random photos but I am very tired. If anyone’s interested in hearing me roast butterflies, the world not actually ending in 2012, and a missed pun about Until Dawn (even though it was made like ten years after this), and a quick analysis on Robert Neville and God, let me know :) 

Have a great day everyone, wash your hands, social distance if possible, and quarantine. Just because the COVID-19 virus isn’t turning us into zombies doesn’t mean it isn’t hurting us. 

Worldwide statistics, 9/10/2020: 36.2M total cases, 25.3M recovered, 1.06M deaths. 

(Picture: Will Smith saying “I like ‘Shrek’ after just quoting an entire scene of it to win a kid’s trust.)

[synkiller82]

Collapse Into Me Chapter 21 - Airplane

Adrien sat back and watched the sky pass by, unable to sleep.  He was eight hours into the eleven hour flight back from St. Lucia and the sky was dark as night had fallen around them. He sighed and took out his tablet, thankful he had downloaded the required reading material for his literature class before taking off. Snuggling deeper into the seat, he tapped on the screen to begin reading.

His mind, however, did not want to concentrate on schoolwork. It wandered away whenever it could, revisiting the past two weeks. He had been lonely, with only Vikor and Ethan, Adrien’s assistant, to keep him company. Thankfully, he was able to carve out at least a few minutes every day to facetime Marinette. Their brief talks, hundreds of texts, and her daily emails with their assigned work were always the highlights of his day. He couldn’t wait to be able to get back to her, to hold her, and bask in her warm and comforting presence.

---

Marinette wrapped her comforter tighter around herself as she curled up on her terrace lawn chair. She watched the early morning sky, hoping to see any planes fly overhead. Today, Adrien was returning and she was almost too excited to sleep last night. His trip had been taxing on both of them, but they seemed to have made it through unscathed.

It hadn’t helped that there hadn’t been an akuma the whole time Adrien was gone. So, she turned her attention to the calendar she kept with her diary where she recorded akuma battles. It appeared that there were no akumas when Gabriel was supposed to be out of town, which she found rather suspicious.

She sighed, and pushed that line of thought to the back of her mind. She would go over that with Chat and Master Fu when she was able to. For now, she needed to concentrate on welcoming her boyfriend back home.

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Marinette had just sat down to a late Sunday brunch with her parents when their doorbell rang.  She jumped up from her stool, stumbling over the legs as it fell over and she tried to run at the same time. Making it safely through the house and down the stairs, she opened their side door to the most wonderful site in the world—Adrien.  He was holding a bouquet of stargazer lilies, but Marinette only registered them when they bumped up against her as she tried to crush him in a hug. Smiling sheepishly when he giggled, she took the offered flowers and then squeezed him tightly.

“Welcome home!” She greeted, letting him go when she felt him tap her back. “Sorry.”

“No problem. I just wanted to continue breathing. I kinda like it here.” Adrien replied with a wink, earning an eye roll.

“Dork.” Marinette waved to the upstairs.  “We were just sitting down to brunch. Would you like to join?”

“Sure.” Adrien said, taking her free hand in his as they made their way upstairs. He was greeted with welcoming hugs from her parents, while Marinette placed her flowers in a vase.

The meal was spent in lively conversation of Adrien’s trip, as well as some stories from school and the bakery. Adrien’s cheeks hurt by the time the meal ended with how much he had laughed and smiled. He loved Marinette’s parents and could see where Marinette got her spunk and humor from, not to mention everything else that made Marinette wonderful.

“Do you have any plans for Saturday before the formal?” Adrien asked when they entered her room after cleaning up brunch.

“Alya is coming over here so we can do our hair and makeup together. Why?”

“I thought the four of us could go to dinner beforehand.” He held up his hands as he saw her level a glare at him. “Nowhere too fancy, I promise!”

“Adrien, you do realize that your interpretation of ‘fancy’ and ours vary greatly, right?” She quipped as she set up a video game on her computer.

“I have Nino helping me,” he stated, hoping that would take the edge off.

She sighed in defeat.  “Fine. Just let us know when we will be picked up so we know how long we have to get ready.”

Adrien leaned over to peck her cheek.  “As you wish.”

---

“Girl, what are you doing?” Alya inquired as she watched her best friend attempt to style her hair.

“I don’t know,” Marinette whined, gripping her hair in frustration. She still hadn’t figured out what she wanted to do with her hair. Should she wear it up, down, half and half?  

Alya swatted Marinette’s hands away. “I know just the look!” After about 20 minutes, Alya stepped back and turned Marinette toward the mirror. “Voilà!”

Marinette gasped, her eyes growing wide as she moved her head from side to side. Half her hair was done in a crown braid, with the rest slightly curled and loose around her shoulders. Alya added white and silver snowflake pins strategically throughout her braid, which popped against her raven hair. “Alya,” Marinette whispered reverently. “It’s beautiful!”

Alya hugged her best friend from behind, looking at her in the mirror.  “You’re beautiful. I just helped crown the beauty.” She stood back up and spun Marinette back towards her.  “Now, to make you drop-dead gorgeous! Adrien won’t be able to take his eyes off you once I’m done!”

“I don’t think he will be able to anyway.”

The girls giggled and continued their banter as they finished getting ready for the best night of their freshman year.

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Adrien and Nino arrived at 5:30 in the limo and were waiting in the living room for the girls to come down from Marinette’s room.

Alya appeared first, jade skirt flowing around her. She smirked at the stunned look on Nino’s face, tapping his chin when she stepped up beside him. “Like what you see?”

Nino could only nod while his brain tried to restart itself. He and Alya stood to the side so Sabine could take pictures to send over to their parents.

Adrien giggled at his friends as they posed for their pictures. His eyes shot up, however, when he heard a heel click against the wooden stairs. The world around him disappeared as he watched his girlfriend slowly appear from above. Her white shoes and dress hem were the first things he saw before the dress slowly came into view. The bodice hugged her like a second skin, the skirt flowing like snowflakes on a gentle wind. When her eyes met his, his heart skipped about five beats. She was the very definition of breath-taking.

Marinette walked over, held out her arms, and did a little spin in front of Adrien. “Well, how do I look?” she asked nervously, teeth nibbling on her lower lip a bit.

Adrien reached out, took her hand, and leaned over to give it a gentle kiss. He stood back up, locking eyes with her. “They haven’t invented a word that could adequately describe how beautiful you are.”

Marinette smiled, a look of relief coming over her as she heard Nino groan in the background.

“Dude!  How are the rest of us supposed to compete when you say something like that?” Nino jested light-heartedly.

“I guess it’s a good thing for you, not every woman is wooed by pretty words.” Alya quipped as she snuck a kiss from Nino.

“You know you’re jealous.” Marinette stuck her tongue out childishly, hands on hips, when Alya did the same at her.  

Everyone laughed at their antics and soon, the quartet were in the limo, headed for a night of fun and memories.

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After a wonderful—not too fancy—dinner, everyone arrived at the Grand Palais, eager to dance and socialize. Normally, the dance would be held in a smaller venue, but Mayor Bourgeois had opened the Grand Palais for his daughter’s first lycée dance.

Alya and Nino entered with Marinette and Adrien following closely behind. The room had been decorated with stars and balloons, there was a photo area off to the right for couples to have a professional picture taken, and refreshments were on a table near the back, next to the DJ booth.

The group made their way over to the rest of their friends, who were all crowded near the far corner of the dance floor. They spent a while talking to their friends before Alya insisted the girls go get pictures done together. The six friends rushed off toward the photo area, leaving a group of chuckling boys in their wake.

“So, you enjoying yourself?” Alya asked as she and Marinette broke away from the rest of the girls to get something to drink.

“I am!” Marinette replied excitedly. “Adrien has been fantastic. I still can’t believe that we are here, together. Like, together together!”

Alya laughed. “I hear ya, girl. I’m so happy for you.”  Something caught her eye. “I’ll be right back. Nino is waving me over.”

Marinette nodded as her friend dashed over to the DJ booth, where Nino was waiting. Looking around the room, she searched for Adrien. A voice from behind her caused her blood to run cold.

“M-M-Marinette. Nice to see you,” Luka jested as he walked up.

Marinette slowly turned around. She hadn’t expected to see Luka here, since he attended a private lycee on a music scholarship. She was going to tell him at the next jam session that she and Adrien were officially a couple. She wasn’t ready to talk to him now.

“H-hey! Luka!  What you are here? I mean, what are you doing here?”  Marinette stumbled out, cursing her nervousness.

“Jules invited me. I was hoping to run into you.”  He placed his arm against the wall behind Marinette, and leaned toward her.

“Oh, really?” She squeaked, her voice an octave or two higher than normal.  “W-why is that?” She tried to back away, but ran into the wall.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You still seemed upset after the last jam session.”

“I’m great. Adrien and I are officially together now,” Marinette rambled out before her brain could stop her mouth. So much for telling him later.  “I’m really happy.”

Before he could reply, an arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her close.

“Hey, Luka,” Adrien called out as he slid next to Marinette. He felt her relax a little at his touch.  “What brings you here?”

“Adrien,” Luka replied, glancing at him before returning his eyes to Marinette. “Juleka invited me to hang with the ‘groove’.’” He chuckled behind his hand as Marinette’s cheeks flamed from embarrassment. “I saw Marinette getting a drink and thought I would say hello.”

“That’s wonderful.” Adrien gave Luka his best model smile as he feigned interest. “Marinette, would you like to dance?”

“I would.” She smiled up at Adrien before turning to Luka. “Have a good evening!”

Adrien walked Marinette out to the dance floor and pulled her close. “Are you okay? You seemed upset back there.”

Marinette shook her head. “It’s fine, Adrien. Don’t worry about it.” She placed her hand over his mouth when he opened it to protest. “I don’t want to ruin tonight, okay? I’ll explain later.”

“Okay,” Adrien grumbled, though he was rewarded for his agreement with a kiss. He knew she would talk to him, but it still bothered him that she was keeping something from him. If it was one thing Adrien hated, it was secrets.

Adrien pushed all of that to the back of his mind.  His girlfriend was fine and in his arms, that's all that should matter.  He felt her head rest on his chest and sighed, wrapping his arms tighter around her.  They quietly danced to the soothing music, lost in their own bubble of happiness.  Once the faster music came back on, they left the dance floor in search of their friends.

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“Hey, Marinette,” Kim called.  “You wanna dance with a real man?”

Marinette rolled her eyes as the rest of her friends giggled at Kim.  “If Adrien was here, I would.”

Kim deflated as Marinette chuckled.  “Why you gotta be like that?”

“You know I’m joking.” Marinette walked up and took his arm, glancing over to where Adrien was dancing with Chloe. “Lead the way.”

Kim and Marinette walked onto the dance floor just as the current song was ending, passing Adrien and Chloe on the way as they exited the dance floor. The next song started as Kim placed his hands on her waist and she placed her hands on his shoulders. They got lost in conversation as they slowly moved in a circle in time with the beat.

As the last notes were played, a tap came on Kim’s shoulder. “Mind if I have a dance with the lovely lady?”

Kim looked to see Luka standing next to him. “Not at all.” He stepped away after giving Marinette a hug and a ‘thank you’ before heading back over toward Max and Alix.

Marinette wasn’t sure this was the best idea, but she didn’t want to be rude, so she moved her hands to his shoulders as he placed his hands on her waist.

“So, you and Adrien?” Luka asked, a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

“He asked me to be his girlfriend a few weeks ago, so it’s still kinda new. I’m really happy though, like I said.”

“Are you sure?” Luka’s teal eyes searched hers. “Your song is still sad, and his doesn’t harmonize with yours the way mine does.”

Marinette’s brow furrowed as he spoke. What did he mean by that? Why can’t he see that she and Adrien are happy together. Her train of thought came to a halt when she felt Luka’s hands slide to her hips. She was about to ask him to move them when Adrien once again appeared.

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Nino and Adrien were looking for Marinette and Alya again so they could head out. Before Adrien got a clear view of the dance floor, Nino pulled him over to the side. “Dude, how about you go make sure the limo is here and I’ll go get the girls?”

Adrien raised an eyebrow at his friend. “I already called for the car, Nino. I don’t need to check to see if it’s—” His words died down at the site in front of him.

Marinette was on the dance floor, but she wasn’t with Kim, like Adrien had assumed. Instead, she had her hands on Luka’s shoulders while his hands were on her hips, and she looked extremely uncomfortable at the arrangement.

Adrien felt something well up inside him. That was his girlfriend! Before he knew it, he had made his way over to them. “Mind if I cut in?”

“Only if the lady wishes,” Luka answered, not taking his eyes off Marinette.

Marinette looked over at Adrien, noticing that his hands were balled into fists and he had a more offensive posture than normal. “I think it’s time I go,” Marinette replied, the discomfort clear in her voice. “It’s getting close to curfew anyways.”

Luka nodded. He leaned down and whispered something in her ear before he turned her to Adrien and walked away.

Marinette placed a hand on Adrien’s shoulder when he took a step forward. “Adrien, can we just go?”  

Adrien turned his attention away from Luka’s retreating back and looked down at Marinette.  He wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her close. “Of course, the car is waiting.” He pulled away but kept his arm around her shoulders as they made their way to Nino and Alya.

[winstonhcomedy]

“Dope A-F”- 1/24-1/25 - “Booed Off Stage and Reg Charity”

Sweet lord almighty. Thursday/Friday were some slobbrerknockers of shows. I’ve got three bad boys to cover so let’s hop right to it laydees.

Earlier in the week I got asked by Travis Carl if I could fill in for him at The Richmond Funny Bone hosting for the “Fresh Drunk Stoned Tour”. I of course agreed. Luckily the open mic this night was The Camel hosted by Jameson Babbowski. This was an early mic so I got to get two sets in.

I head over to The Camel right after work. I am the first comic there. The Camel always has a chill fun vibe to it. When Jameson gets there I look at the lineup and I know like half of the comics. The influx of new comedians continues. It is getting kind of insane. I feel like more and more experienced comics are either moving away/giving it up/taking a step back from standup. Which is a shame. I love the new comics, but I do miss the feeling of going to an open mic and it being filled with all the dudes I started with.

New comics are always good for a scene. As people trickle out you need more comics to trickle in. They bring audience members, and a sense of enthusiasm that is kind of gone from people who have been doing standup a while. The downside is when your scene becomes all new comics booking showcases becomes difficult. You want to give people opportunities, but at the same time a showcase full of newbies is just an open mic.

There is a family with a small child at the show. They tell Jameson they are ok with the swearing and are going to leave aft4er a quick bite. I get to see a few of my friends like Alex Castagne and Mike Engle. So that was a nice little hang.

Jameson goes up and does a quick hosting set before bringing me up. I go up and talk to the kid a little bit and get a few laughs. The crowd is interesting. Paying attention, but not really loving the comedy yet. My set goes pretty well. I need to write some new stuff because I am getting to the point where the new stuff I am working on is starting to become fully formed. The jokes go ok. Some hit pretty hard and some get nothing. All in all I was able to riff a couple new tings, and work on wording. I’d give this set a C-. I grab my stuff and run to my car to head to Short Pump to get to the Funny Bone.

It has been a while since I have been on a show here. I walk in and say hi to the staff. Every time I come by they have some new wait staff, but a lot of the people who’ve been there for years are still around. People like Cory, Derek, Buz, Brittany, and of course Jason the gm. I get to talk to everybody for a bit and shoot the shit before the comics from the “Fresh, Drunk, and Stoned” tour show up.

They were coming from VB so they had a comic down there drive them up and they gave them a guest spot. Drew Grizzly is the comedian who drove them. I have only seen him perform a couple times at clash so I don’t know much about his standup. I know the couple times at clash I wasn’t super impressed, but also that was forever ago and I think he was a super new comic at that time.

All three of the headliners were super cool. They were Tim Hanlon (LA), Matt Bellak (Chi) and Franco Harris (Chi). Very chill dudes and fun to hang with. all real professionals as well. Franco came in and had the complete run down written up ready to hand over to the sound guy Buz. I was going to be doing 10 up top, Drew was going to do 7, then each of them would do 20 each to close out the show.

They also did a great job of packing the show on a Thursday night. They didn’t sell out but they came damn close. I think there was close to about 220 people in there. Which is definitely a treat for a Thursday.

I go up first and have a super strong hosting set. I tried some material I’ve never done there before and it went over great. My “problems with China” bit hit super hard, and my “Angel/Devil” closer really got them. I’d give this set a B+. I really had them in a good place to get this show going and I bring up Drew.

I walk to the green room while he starts his set. I don’t really pay attention to it. He’s not getting a huge laugh or anything, but I don't think anything of it. I am talking in the back with the guys, and after like 2 minutes we start to hear a noise coming from the green room. I can’t really tell what the noise it, but is most assuredly not laughter.

I start to listen closer and realize it is boos. Drew is bombing so hard he is getting booed. Tim and I go out to check it out and we are just in awe. This crowd that was super into the show had now completely turned on him. Apparently he had started his set and said he had weird pubes. A woman responded, “you got a problem.” Instead of rolling with it he doubled down and started to be aggressive with the lady. He had not built up the goodwill in his set to warrant this type of response. So the crowd started to turn. He also mentioned that he doesn’t date black women (he is a black guy) which honestly is where he really lost the crowd (primarily black audience).

I have never seen this kind of shit before. It is surreal. People are losing their minds yelling at him, booing him, screaming to get him off the stage. People are standing up out of their seats. Like it had the vibe that someone was going to come up on stage and get him. Jason came out of his office wondering what was going on. It was too much for security to silence everyone. He was getting the light from the back, and he wouldn’t get off stage.

I don’t know how much time he did but it felt like a millennium in that atmosphere. It might be the worst set I've ever seen in my life. I was inching closer and closer to the stage trying to give him a hint. Also I was worried I was going to have to go on stage and take the microphone from him. The worst part is I have to go up after this. I tell Tim I am going to try my best to get the crowd back and do something before he gets on stage.

Drew finally gets off, and I go back up amidst a sea of boos. They’re still yelling and I give them a second to see if they’ll die down enough to try to get a word in. I finally grab the mic and say, “I think this is the first time in history where a room full of black people are like, ‘Thank God the white guys back’”, and it absolutely murders. People stand back up and are screaming and hollering. People are giving me high fives, and I'm really selling it leaning over with the mic stand talking to people and getting them pumped up. I bring Tim Hanlon on stage and the show is back on track. This is now one of my favorite comedy memories.

I go back to the green room and Drew is talking about it, and Franco and Matt are giving him good advice. Bombing happens, everybody does it, this is not a reflection of an entire comedians career or act. I do know that I have never in my life seen a worse set, and at least Drew knows it can’t get worse. He was in good spirits, and we all ended up having a dope rest of our night. I get a lot of compliments and I get to watch Tim, Matt, and Franco have super hot sets to end this amazing night. I also get a weekend of work from Jason in March. I love filling in dates on my calendar.

After the show I stick around, take some pictures, and meet some people. I say my goodbyes to everybody and then head to my car. I drive home enjoying the end of this awesome night.

1/25

The next day after work I took a nice nap, and then headed down to perform on Tidewater Tonight in Virginia Beach at Pinboys. This is a talkshow co-created and hosted by Roberto Lundgren Rodrigues. This isn’t a standup show. I had to create a character to be interviewed. I low-key love stuff like this, but I don’t get the opportunity to do it often.

I came up with the character several months ago when I was first asked, but I kept having to reschedule. I finally got an open Friday and was ready to unveil Reg Charity.  Basically the character idea I had was I'd be a disgraced, southern, ex PBA bowler who was banned from the sport due to my rampant alcoholism. So after my PBA career I started inventing. All my inventions are supposed to do the opposite of what they normally do (sunglasses that brighten the room, chips that help you lose weight, whiskey that sobers you up, and a toaster that turns toast into bread). It slowly becomes apparent during the interview that none of them work, and I get drunker and drunker on my “non-alcoholic” whiskey. 

I get to the venue early and am just hanging out with the people who run the show. Ryan Dix, Roberto, Laura Batty, and a few others. My buddy Nick Deez showed up also.

So after they set up for the show we wait for it to start. There is a tiny audience of maybe 5 or 6 who aren’t involved in the show. That’s ok though because everybody is super into the show. I am so excited to see how the video turns out because I am super excited about it. I improvised the entire thing. I feel like I went in and out of my accent, but I honestly don’t care. It was super fun, and I got people laughing. I had an absurd outfit on, and some great lines. I’d give it a solid B. If I get to go back I know I’ll do even better.

They do some ads, and a singing commercial. Then Donna Lewis goes up and is doing the character of an ex child star. She is having a hot one, and everyone is having a blast. The show ends and it was definitely a success.

They make several attempts to lift the couch up with me in it. We get some funny pictures of me falling out of it, and them failing to lift me. We keep chatting for about an hour, and just talk shop, and shit. It was a super dope show, and I can’t wait to do it again.

All in all this was a helluva two days of shows. A real hoot and a half. I just want to give everybody who reads this blog a million kisses. XOXO I love you and I’ll be back to recap the weekend tomorrow sweeties! GOODBYE LAYDEES!!!!

[characterxreaderfics]

Frozen Dean Winchester x Reader Fic

: !! Romantic junk, comedy, and a whole lot of smut lies ahead. You have been warned !!:

P.O.V = point of view

E/C = eye colour

Y/N = your name

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Chapter One

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~Your P.O.V~

| | hello! My name is Y/N , I'm not exactly your average girl, I'm not an instagram model with a thigh gap or a flat tummy, but I'm me! I'm a huge book nerd, I love LOTR, HP, etc. Etc! I don't really listen to anything other than classic rock and occasionally a little bit of Taylor Swift.. also, if you get close to me, you better have licorice.. | |

"Whew.. all done!" You sighed,

You had just filled in a long tinder bio, you read it over and decided it was okay

*click*

*Tinder bio updated!*

You got up from your desk and headed down to the kitchen

Boxes were spread around the kitchen, as you had only moved in just two days prior. You were scavenging the food boxes when you found a box that wasn't supposed to be there.

It was the box with your mother's stuff in it.

Three months before your move, your mother had passed away peacefully in her sleep, she was suffering from bone cancer for nearly two years. She fought hard but couldn't fight any longer. She was always a brave woman, the strongest you ever knew. So when she passed away, you were torn but you knew it was going to be okay.

You picked up the first thing you saw in the box- a picture, it was of her, holding you when you were a baby, you felt tears on the verge of falling, so when you blinked, you accidentally got tears on the picture, you made sure to quickly wipe them away. You turned the picture over, and saw your mother's beautiful handwriting

"October 4th, 1992, going home!"

This was taken just a couple days after you were born, you smiled, looking down at the picture one last time before placing it back in the box and closing it up to put into the attic.

As you were crossing your room, box in hand, you heard a faint *ting!* coming from your computer.

You put the box outside your bedroom door and headed into your room, sat at the computer: and saw a tinder notification.

*you got a match!*

Only a couple seconds later you saw you got a "super-like" and a direct message by "impala67"

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~ Tinder chat ~

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Impala67: hey, so.. we were matched.

Gandalf11: looks like it.

Impala67: what's your name?

Gandalf11: gandalf obvi :P

Impala67: hahah okay, gandalf. For real, what's your name?

Gandalf11: Y/N 's the name! How about you?

Impala67: names Dean :P

Gandalf11: hello, Dean.

Impala67: hello, Y/N.

Gandalf11: so, I don't really know how this whole tinder thing works.. I'm quite new..

Impala67: well, tinder basically just hooks you up with people with similar interests, and then they go out on a date, and see if it works out or not. A lot of people use this site for one-night-stands but that's not really what I'm here for.

Gandalf11: oh! So.. should.. we.. go on a date..??

Impala67: of course! :) are you free on Tuesday?

Gandalf11: hold on let me check.

~ten minutes later~

Impala67: .. hello? y/n?

Gandalf11: hey! Sorry that took so long I had to scavenge the billions of boxes for my calendar 😧 and yes, I'm free this Tuesday.

Impala67: ah, moving?

Gandalf11: just moved in, actually. Been putting off un-packing for two days lol

Impala67: hahah. So, when should I pick you up?

Gandalf11: 5:3o should be good :P

Impala67: great! I'll pick you up then, but I have to go, my brothers bugging me about leaving for our job 😐

Gandalf11: hahah okay, I'll send you my location later but for now ill let you go :)

Impala67: alright, it was nice talking to you, y/n :D

Gandalf11: as it was to you, Dean :) bye!

Impala67: bye :)

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*end of chat*

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~Deans P.O.V~

"Dean! Hurry up we don't have all night!" Sam yelled

"Yeah, yeah!" I yelled back

I got up and put my phone in my pocket, left the room and put on a flannel and a coat, and saw sam already waiting at the door

"Dude.. where's my keys?"

I patted myself down and looked behind me, then I heard tinkling, I looked back at Sam, who, not that surprisingly, was holding my keys teasingly. I walked over to the door, snatched my keys and walked out, and heard him laughing behind me.

I walked up to my baby and opened the door, sam doing the same, and we got in, I started the car, and heard the familiar purr of baby

"Listen to her purr, sammy! Ain't she beautiful?" I exclaimed happily

Sam looked over at me, happy but also a little puzzled

"Dude what's gotten into you? Only two hours ago you were all grumpy then you went on your phone and now suddenly you're so happy" sam chuckled

"What? Can't a guy be happy for once sam? GOD" I said sarcastically.

I looked over at sam, smiling, and watched him laugh while looking out the window. I always loved moments like these, seeing my little brother in a good mood always cheers me up. I started driving onto the main road out of town, there was a pack of vamps camping out in minesota killing sheep and people every week, so we figured we'd go scope the place out.

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~Your P.O.V~

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*ring*

*ring*

*ring*

*ri- S L A M*

"Uuuuggghh" you sigh

You sit up straight, your hair is messy, not the cute messy either, and there's mascara smeared all over your face

You open your eyes to see your mirror in front of you, and scare yourself

"JESUS FUCK AND DAMNATION" you've been scared awake, and then realize you got scared over your own reflection, and then you realize and chuckle to yourself, "why am I laughing to myself? That's so sad, so stereotypical it could be in a cheesy fanfiction." You say to yourself

'That too..' you think

'All of that cou-' you stop yourself, you're thinking too deep into this..

You get up from your bed and head down to the kitchen to make yourself some breakfast

"And todays special breakfast is Ramen with a hardboiled egg.." you whisper to yourself

That's when you hear something crash upstairs, your head jets up to look up the stairs behind you

"What the fuck?" You say shakily

You grab a kitchen knife, the water is still boiling behind you, but thats the least of your worries right now.. you tiptoe to the stairs and look up.. there's nothing there..

You walk up the stairs, knife still in hand

You walk to your room

"Sounds like it came from.. in here.."

You open the door, only to see the cutest black kitten, with the brightest blue eyes you've ever seen. It's adorable, but then you notice it isn't moving.. or breathing. It's a stuffed kitten. Somebody, had somehow gotten their hands on a dead kitten, and had stuffed it, then put it on the dead Centre of your room

"Tick tock" somebody says behind you

You turn around quickly, its a woman with long black hair, a black leather jacket, black jeans and black boots on, she's slim but fit, and has an oval shaped face, and she has blue eyes, and pale skin.

You scream, as she attacks you, right after you scream, you hear the front door get busted open, and she whips her head around while pinning you down, and growls "bloody fucking hunters.."

She looks back at you while you're struggling, and then she gets up quickly and as she's about to leave, two big burly men run in, and within seconds she's pinned to the wall with a machete on her neck.

"WHERE'S THE REST OF THE PACK!?" One man yells

The taller man runs over to you and helps you up

"Are you okay? Did she hurt you? Or bite you?" He says, panicked

"N-no why the hell would some stranger bite me?" You ask

"Nevermind that, we have to get you out of here quickly.

He rushes you out to their car and puts a blanket around you.

"My brother is going to deal with her, for now you need to tell me everything that happened." The tall man says

You don't know what it is about him, but you trust him. Maybe it's because he just saved your life.

You're about to tell him all of what happened when suddenly you're interrupted

You look over to your front door, and see a way too familiar face in your now broken doorway

"Dean?"

[ichoosetohavefaith-blog]

082517

Today is a day mixed with all kinds of emotions. Waking up in the morning, I felt a little lost and felt that my life was so boring since it is just the same day by day. I am coming this far not to make my life miserable - I know that and I am working hard every day to improve myself and relationship between me and people around me! Still, something is restraining me from doing the thing I should do. I'm quite sad, but I also always keep in mind that I can't back down. At least this is not the right time to give up! Ohh I have just been so pessimistic so far! I’ll continue this very first blog with something more fascinating. 

I had a Psych 101 class with Prof. Grysman. I enjoyed the class much more than I expected (honestly I felt quite frightened for no particular reason before coming to class). Actually, today I tried to head to the building early to make sure that I wouldn't have to sit on the floor as I had in my first Econs class (Econs is so cool btw!) Guess what, I was kinda successful: my class started at 11 and I stood before the door of the class at around 10.48. But unexpectedly, when I looked through the main door, a lot of dudes are listening so carefully to the Prof. I was like, omg American kids are that punctual?!?! Then I had no choice but to open the door to come in. Yet, as soon as I touched the handle, the professor said ‘Sorry can you wait for a moment?’ I replied “Sure" and immediately closed the door. At that very moment, I just realized that the currently happening class was the section before mine. Then I saw the Indian kid (actually he's from Nepal, I have just figured out) and said hi to him. He asked if I was going to have a Psych class. And that's it! Now I think this conversation could go further, which is one of the chances I missed today!

Meeting Prof. Grysman at first made me feel so excited to start the class (idk why!). That was one of the best first impressions in Hamilton so far. After waiting for almost students to come in, he started his lecture (or actually just a conversation). He showed us a picture of his family (which is so cute and made me feel like I'm home in Hamilton) invited us to the Psychology field (which is the thing rarely any professor would do, I suppose). He helped ppl warm up by organizing a simple game (but he tried to sound so “psychology"), in which we picked a role model in our lives and use them to apply to yourself and introduce yourself to the person next to you. It still didn't really make sense to me actually, or maybe I didn't get the whole point of the game. I sat next to Larkan (whom I can’t find on the group on Blackboard ... so weird!) and shared with her about chi Tu Quan. The game is kinda boring I think. But anyway it still made ppl to open their mouths, so it was somehow a good start though. After that, we handed us out the syllabus. That's the moment that I was so in love with his way of teaching. He knew that he had to be clear on his expections for his students so that they can succeed (in which case he would succeed too!). At some point, I was so lost in the papers he gave that I couldn't catch some of his reminders (but that’s just ok when I found out that everything he said is in the papers!) He knows what to do to help us grow and develop necessary skills to be good at Psych. (y) After this class I jumped to the conclusion that all classes here end so abruptly!!! (which is far different from those in vietnam) 

The job fair was so crowded (to me) that I could not take any valuable info from that, except the resume and cover letter guide. So I left the fair sooner than I thought, so I had to drop by the bookstore just to chill out until 1 (when I had a meeting with Prof. Gant) Prof. Gant was really thoughtful. She asked after me a lot of things I didn't expect, but I felt so warm though. She was trying to advise me what exactly I need. After the meeting, I absolutely know what to do next: send an email to Prof. Stuart in the right way and find some time to go to the Oral Communication Center. 

One of the highlights of the week is the CSI interview. I met Amy & Sabrina, who are both really friendly and cute! They asked a lot of personal info, which made me feel like we’re a family now! It was just like a sharing sessing for 3 of us. Amy shared a lot of cool things with me (esp that she always wanted to take Films class but she couldn't make it because she’s not available for 3 hours on Wed's afternoon). I told stories about Project Sugar & Fairy Tale Production, yet it wasn't so smooth because I was quite nervous and more importantly, my English is not good enough to tell a story in a satisfactory way!

In the afternoon, I also deposited some money into my Hill Card (thanks to which I know a very kind woman in the office opposite to Hill Card Office - I should have asked her name ...) Then I went buy a JPN book. It cost me 100$. I felt so bad (I haven't told my mom about this yet) that I promised myself that I could find a job to make up for that. Finally, I went to the library to do calendar thing for the next days and had dinner alone in Commons (I was going to McEwens but it was closed!).

After dinner, I came back to my dorm and do something beneficial. So I updated my resume and worked on my cover letter (I have just finished 1/4 of the letter though). My night ends with lẩu thái mì tôm, a funny but nonsensical conversation with Duyen Bui. Oh actually I just texted Quan a message saying that I was so tired because of these things. He told me to calm down and take things easy by going to sleep. He would tell something motivating tomorrow. So now I guess I'll hit the sack and be ready for the next challenging day! 

I really trust Quan & Duyen. I'm still wondering if I love him or not ... 

[dd-shield-boo-blog]

My Hot Stalker- Toni Mahfud #ToniMahfud @toni-mahfud @realtonimahfud Chapter- 1 Angy's POV. My name is: Angy Zoet Morrison I am 24 years old and i am a only child. I live at Las Vegas with my patents, but i barely see my dad since he work 2 jobs to pay our bills and my college. One of dad job as Federal Agent and other as private Agent. I am a fan of Toni Mahfud Arts. I love Skrillex music. I like to draw and sing. I also like to take pictures of everything. I am at a Art College and is very late for me to finish my Graphic Desing Degree. I am getting old fast. But well... I am a loner i don't like friends. I have some on facebook but is not like we are such a great friends. I had a best friend when i was lil since. I got 15 she died with cancer so i decided not to have close friends ever again. Angy!- mom Coming!- me Hurry up you are late again- mom I walked down stairs as i put on my jacket and slide in my boots. I grabbed my back pack and left home. God bless you sweety. See you in the night- mom I drove away and she got in her car... Yes mom is a sweet woman she work at a hotel as manager. She is very nice to people and she is always trying to make everyone get to their destinations on time. She is great cooker, great mom and great wife. *At Uni* Is all for today class. And remember to go somewhere to get the inspiration you need to draw guys. The exposision will start on monday at the art gallery i told you. The winner will get a $1,000 price plus your draw will be on next year calendar.- Profesor Thomas I smile and walked out the class room... Its been a while since the last time i got inspired while drawing. But i know exactly what i will draw... Toni Mahfud his a perfect inspiration. Toni's POV. Here is something about me: Real name: Toni Gabriel Mahfud Artist, Model, and bloger... I am 22 years old. I am a German boy. I like dogs. I am abit shy. People say i am gay cause they never see me with girls since i am a very private with my relationships. I love my fans. I have a bro who's name is: Jan Mahfud i live in LA. I like danger i am always in high places. I love to travel. I am very silly when i am bored. I like eating. Toni!- Jan calls Yes!- i answer as he walk into my room where i am drawing  Bro i will go skateboarding you ok staying alone?- Jan asked Yes! Is fine go do your thing- I said keeping drawing He left and i couldn't help to get my camera to record a video of me drawing to edit it later and post it as speed drawing video on my social media. That is making my fans like me so much. And i really appreciates their support. I love listening music. I like to party sometimes. I like wine. I am a busy guy but i always manage to have fun cause life is just one. We gotta live the moment and make those moment memorables. But to be honest sometimes i fail on my relationships for being too busy. Righy now i am single cause my life squedual is damn busy that my only free time i just go touring or on friends meetings. I wish i could find a girl that understand my busy life and stays no matter how hard our journey get. Angy's POV. Is the day! Oh no! I am nervious... Would anyone appreciates Toni's draw?  I took a look on the draw one more time... Hmmm! Lost in thoughts again Angy?- mom Oh! No! Well mom i was thinking if people would like my draw of Toni?- i said showing her Oh my... Angy is this really a draw of yours or a printed picture?- mom Mom! Is my drawing can you see- I said Haha oh honey it is a joke... Is a wonderful draw i am proud of you. You will kill them. Just calm and be positive sweety. Now go is going to be late- mom *At the Gallery* Oh dear everyone love your draw about Toni Mahfud- profesor said Really?- i said and smiled Dear lets take a picture of you beside the draw is for the university blog- profesor said I was taking the pic when then i felt a huge pain in my heart and saw black... * 1 hour later* I was home cause profesor told me to go rest. I did as he said i almost fainted and i've been having a bad feeling i called mom she was busy and she just could told me she was coming for dinner. I called dad he never answer but i let him a message telling him what happened and that my draw was the best one and i won. "Knock. Knock..." The door Coming- i yelled from the living room I open the door and there was 3 police men one is dad best friend and other two coworkers... My heart stopped for a moment and i broke down as they look down in apologies way. Nooo! Please tell me dad is ok! Please!!! No! This is not happening!- i cried as dad best friend kneel down and hugs me I'm so sorry Angy!- dad best friend Frank said Uncle please tell me his alive!- i cried I'm really sorry honey... His gone!- Frank said *2 months later* We were traveling to LA. With my aunty Marlene my dad sis. She lives there in a building  she owns and since mom decided to sell our house after dad died. I couldn't say a thing... We just gonna live in one of her building aparment i stop drawing and i barely eat. My aunt is rich she is a wedding designer. My mom had been the weak one. I had been strong all this time. Mom asked me to keep finish my course but i told her i will work to help her with bills. She told me i shouldn't doit but that if i feel better doing it she wont tell me anything but that i should finish my course so i can be who i always dreamed to be. *1 week later* I was sat at the balcony of my room alone then my annoying cousin Sophia came out singing out loud... I just looked away and she sat besides me. Hello Angy!- She said Hi!- i simply said You barely talk or do noises since you guys moved here i just see you quiet and like lost in thoughts- Sophia said Mhum- i murmur Look i just want you to know whenever you wanna talk or need anyone to listen to you i am here. We barely know each other cause we were always far but we spoke by phone few times and i am your only cousin- Sophia said Thanks!- i said looking down You miss him i know i feel same about my dad all thought i was 7 when he got the car crash. Atleats you had a nice time with yours till now your 24. Is hard for now and you will ask yourself why God take him away. And you will be mad for a lil while but then you will heal that broken heart and you will understand everything happens for a reason- Sophia said Yeah... Can we not talk about this?- i said Ok! Sorry!- Sophia said Is fine! Look i need a job how can i get applications for the gas stations or the restaurants near here?- i speak I work at starbuk there might be some place for you- she said smiling Really? Can you help me?- I said Maybe! Hey i saw a draw of some dude in your room wall is that who i think it is?- Sophia said Toni Mahfud- i said Yeah as i thought- she said abit annoyed Why you say it like that? You hate him?- i asked He live in that aparment and every girl in here are dying for him that is fucking annoying- Sophia said pointing a near bulding in the front side of the street You got to be kidding me! Sophia i am his fan since i was 19 i love his art videos and pics he inspired me alot with my art course- I explained Well you live here now you will see him jogging early in the morning and sometimes he go to starbuk to buy sweets and tea or coffee. All i can said is very annoying how bitches wanna jump on his dick like come on his a human like all of us- Sophia said I just smile... Oh yes! Finaly you smile- Sophia said Oh here he comes maybe his going to starbuk... He was walking alone and i got nervous...  You wanna meet him? I can introduce you to him if you want to?- Sophia said I... I... Be right back- i said running inside Ok! I will stop him- Sophia said I run to my room breathing fast... Fuck what should i do??? I've been dreaming to meet him all my life... Think Angy what can you do? Oh yes the draw. I will ask his authograph on the draw i did of him and he will see it- i said and i grabbed the draw and a magic marjer and rushed out Once i was out there he was...  Fuck- i murmur So she is my cousin Angy- Sophia said Hi! Nice to meet you!- Toni said smiling abit shy Aaww he look so fucking cute!- i thought to myself Hi... Um... Can... Can you sign this?- i said nervous and when i show him the draw his jaw drop He looked at me then at the draw then back at me... Wow! You draw this? I mean your cousin said you draw awesome... But wow!- Toni said I... Well... You are better drawing- i said and looked down He got close and aked for something to sign it... I gave him a magic marker and he sign it... I will see you around girls i am running late- he said as he look into his phone Ok take care Toni bye!- Sophia normaly said Fuck! Thanks Sophia you are the best- I said smiking *Night Time* I was sleeping but i could felt someone staring at me. I open my eyes and there was noone but my balcony doors were open. I don't remember leaving them open- i said as i get off bed to lock it I lock it and i saw a shadow back off from the glass... Hell!- i shot and stepped back trying to look if i did saw that or if my depression was making me see things Hope you guys like it Comment and Vote Please!!! Xoxo 💋 J'ann Shield Boo ❤