#the 1k views on the interview is just me continuously going back to it to sob into my hands

[ratatatastic]

hey god its me again i hope you wanted to hear me from me again...on this episode ive accidently transcripted most of the mikksy interview on senkos first practise day...

"Yeah, it's pretty funny actually, like, we were talking last year when we got traded at the same time, at the same team. It's kind-of, like, funny to be at the same team again. But, like, yeah. It's awesome to have him."

"What's he like as a teammate/guy to have around?" "Yeah, he's a good guy—great guy. Funny guy. And he can shoot the puck! Heh. Good—good player."

"How exciting is it now to—getting a player like him—to know you guys are loading up here at the deadline, getting ready for the playoffs?" "Yeah, it's awesome. I think he's one of the guys [that] we needed to have. He can bring that goalscoring—what we need sometimes on the 5on5 or powerplay. It's good to have him here."

"What does this mean for your team to know that the organisation goes on, and makes moves like this? Even though a lot of people said you guys seem like 'you're doing okay.'" "Yeah, we're doing good, but like it's just part of the business. It's also, like, nice to have—We're trying to win the whole thing. It's great to get a couple additions...or one."

"Did you notice some extra jump today? Seeing [in] practises, you know, unsually jump[y] for a morning skate..." "Yeah, I don't know, I think it was [a] pretty normal morning skate. But, like, it was nice to watch Vladdy [i]n the red. So, yeah... I was mostly watching him and how he's doing...He was looking good out there."

"You got to spend a lot of time with Vladdy throughout your career. What does he bring to the locker room as far as personality-wise, and of course experience-wise?" "Yeah, he's, like, been around [a] long time... So, ahem, you can tell he got the experience, and he won a cup with the [St. Louis] Blues. He know[s] what it takes to win it. It's good to have him here. He's pretty calm in the locker room, but, like... when it's like big games, he can bring it."

philadelphia flyers @ florida panthers pregame interview | 3.7.24 (x)

behold wall of man who gets to talk about the crush he imprinted on the minute he came into the league because he was nice to him thats also the size of the moon

"it was nice to watch vladdy in red" *senko who was not wearing primarily red that morning* HIS ASS WAS NOT LOOKING AT HIS JERSEY HUH

also senko hiding his giggles behind his glove while mikksy toothily grins...(x)

"so yeah i was mostly watching him and how hes doing he was looking good out there" oh sweetheart we know you stopped your drill and stared after him when he skated past you...(x)

like girl...the puppy love is very obvious...

and may we find each other again just like we did before

[makeitmakesomesense]

Natasha, did you think you could run away?

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

@febuwhump Challenge Day 1: Helpless

Word Count: 1K

Her fingers shook. You watched in surprise, you glanced up at her expression. You could see it now, of course you could see it now. Your gaze dropped to her chest, its stuttering rise and fall.

Natasha noticed your attention. You watched her remember your presence. Her breathing regulated. She gave you a simple smile. 

‘C’mon’ She told you, hopping out of the parked jeep. She knew you’d follow, she was right of course. Her stride seemed confident, your legs felt shaky.

You sat in the post-mission debrief room together. A table sat between the pair of you and the two interviewers. Natasha was talking, she’d been talking for almost half an hour. She was mission leader, this was to be expected. Her hands were in her lap, hidden from anyone’s view but yours. They covered a pocket on her mid-thigh. The pocket was empty. Her fingers played with the fabric end of the zipper. You watched them loop through the fabric over and over as she recalled the mission’s events.

She twisted the end tightly as she skipped over the moment it happened. 

The interviewers interrupted her mid-speech. Natasha’s words halted immediately. The interview hesitated, thrown by the instant silence. Natasha swallowed, then her features relaxed. 

‘Go on.’ She gave a self deprecating nod towards the interviewer. An apology for a social faux-pas. 

The interviewer smiled in response. 

Natasha’s fingers gripped the zipper tightly. You watched her skin press into the metal.

The interviewer asked about the moment in the mission when the comms had cut out. You felt your anxiety rise automatically.

The interviewer acknowledged it had only been a few seconds, clearly anticipating the response on the tip of Natasha’s tongue. Still, they liked to have a thorough account of anything that wasn’t recorded. 

A muscle in Natasha’s jaw twitched with tension. You waited for her to speak, wondering if this was when she was going to tell someone. Finally say something. You watched her dig the zipper into her skin. The silence became awkward. You cleared your throat. 

‘By the time Agent Romanoff had calmed me down from my overreaction, the comms were already back online.’ You said with your own self deprecating smile. The interviewer’s attention turned to you. Her expression cleared along with the moment of silence. 

‘It was the first time the comms had ever gone down for me.’ You continued to lie easily. ‘I heard the burst of static and couldn’t think what to do.’

Natasha picked up the lie readily, expression calm again. ‘Things like this get covered in mission training, but reality can be different.’

Her tone was protective. Perfect for a mission leader advocating for their learning rookie.

The interviewer’s eyes softened slightly as she used a wrong piece of jigsaw to fill in the puzzle picture. You watched her score off a query about your raised heart rates during the mission. 

Five minutes later, you left the interview. You walked together, only because you were heading to the same place. The cafeteria was still serving lunch.

You didn’t speak as you walked. There wasn’t anything you could think to say. Natasha’s expression was calm, unremarkable to anyone walking past you. You wondered if she was still thinking about it. You wondered how she could be thinking about anything else.

The man’s voice that had come through your ear pieces. Just thinking about it raised the hairs on the back of your neck all over again. The chilling threat in his brief words. He hadn’t even been talking to you. 

Natasha picked up a plastic tray and joined the line for food. 

The eight words played in your head. Like a song that wouldn’t end.

‘Natasha. Did you think you could run away?

You picked up a tray and stood a few places behind her. 

‘Natasha. Did you think you could run away?

Just before the cafeteria staff could ask for her order. Natasha checked her watch. She rolled her eyes, swore under her breath and placed the plastic tray back on the counter before heading through a nearby door. No one else gave her a second glance. 

You knew her schedule had been cleared for the rest of the day. Just like yours. You hesitated. Just because you caught a lie, didn’t mean you had any right to it. 

You counted a few more seconds before placing your own tray atop of Natasha’s discarded one and mumbling about having to pee. 

You slipped out the same door she’d left through and found yourself in an empty corridor. You paused, uncertainty undermining your instinct to follow. 

You didn’t even know her. You knew the legends of course, about the Black Widow. You’d thought maybe it was a taunt from some arch nemesis. Someone Shield had been hunting for years. 

But then you’d seen Natasha’s fear. And then you’d watched her silence when Shield recovered the comms.

You glanced along the length of the corridor, at the plain gray doors on either side. This part of the complex was largely cut off from the rest of the building. Theoretically, you could open each door in order and eventually you’d find her.

‘Natasha. Did you think you could run away? 

You recoiled at the taunt still replaying in your head. You didn’t want to hurt her. The words made you feel evil. 

You walked to the first door on your left. A stationery closet, presumably for the unlikely event of a pencil shortage at lunch. Your heart dropped. You could hear her crying.

Evil words couldn’t stop you. You opened the door. 

Natasha looked up at you from across the room. She was sitting against the far wall, her knees drawn up. Her arms encircling them, like an empty hug. 

Shock irradiated from her at your appearance. You could see the immediate instinct for flight. Vulnerability was stamped all over her. 

She gulped down a sob. You felt something close to nausea. You remembered the flash of childlike panic when she’d heard that voice. You looked at Natasha again. 

She hadn’t asked Shield for help, because she didn’t think they could.

‘He’s bad.’ You surmised calmly, allowing yourself the stupidity of your words. ‘He’s really, really bad.’

Natasha’s lips trembled and you knew she couldn’t answer. 

A very familiar terror rose in your chest, the childhood dread of the dark and monsters. You shut the door behind you hurriedly, twisting the lock shut.

Illogically, you found yourself backing away from it. You glanced at Natasha. Tears were rolling silently down her cheeks now. You felt yourself slide down the wall next to her. The brush of her shoulder against yours was familiar, echoes of past missions shared. 

You felt her shaky breathing against your side. You reached for her hand, half surprised when she let you take it. You wove your fingers with hers, resting them on top of your touching knees. You gripped her tight. She gripped back tighter.

Together you watched the door. Waiting for the dark and the monsters to come. 

‘Natasha. Did you think you could run away?

[alotofpockets]

Guys don't ask you out? | Hailee Steinfeld

Pairing: Hailee Steinfeld x Female!Reader

Summary: In a live radio interview Hailee get's asked about the weirdest thing a guy has done on a date with her, to which she replies she only goes on dates with her girlfriend.

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You were at home listening to the radio where your girlfriend Hailee was being interviewed live on The Bert Show. They had been talking for a bit when one of the interviewers asks Hailee’s opinion on something weird that her co-host did on a date. Apparently he took a rice grain of his date her face and ate it. In the guys defense he said he didn’t know what had gotten into him and he wishes he hadn’t done it at all. After Hailee said that would definitely be a deal breaker on the first date, the conversation moved on.

Bert trying to divert the attention off of himself asks Hailee, “What is the strangest thing a guy has ever done on a date, which was a dealbreaker?” You chuckle at their question as does Hailee before she replies with, “I haven’t really been on dates with guys.” Bert is in disbelieve and continues on the topic, “Oh, come on, guys don’t ask you out?” You rolled your eyes, he was a nice guy but sometimes it was just annoying to hear how straight minded people are about the world, sometimes.

Hailee is quick to respond to him though. “Yeah they do, I just don’t go.” She says with a laugh. Bart looks even more shocked now. You laugh at his obliviousness and the fact that he still doesn’t quit the subject. “Are you tough to get a date with then?” He asks trying to figure out why the beautiful woman sitting in front of him is not going on dates with them.

Hailee is silent for a bit, thinking about what to say next and then she says, “I mean, my girlfriend would beg to differ. But if you are anyone but her, yes definitely.” That will stop him from pushing the subject even more you laugh. Of course, he didn’t know that the two of you have been together for almost five years now and living together for the last two of them. The both of you never really having felt the need to come out to the world. You just went about your lives and people could think what they wanted. You had each other and that’s all that matters. When making this decision together you had let your friends and family know the two of you viewed your relationship as private, but not secret. Meaning you didn’t mind anyone knowing, you just never announced it to the world. Bert apologized for not realizing that Hailee was in a relationship and continues the interview when Hailee says it’s all good.

About an hour later Hailee arrives back home. You get up and walk to the door as soon as you hear her keys jingle in the door, engulfing her in a hug as soon as she steps into your shared home. “Hi love.” You great her. “Hey baby.” She greats you back and pecks your lips. In the minute she’s been home her phone hasn’t stopped buzzing once. She reaches in her pocket and turns off her notifications. “So, I might’ve dropped the word girlfriend in the interview and people are going a bit crazy.” She says as she places her phone on the table upside down. “Yeah I heard, the guy just wouldn’t stop pushing on the dating guys subject. I’m fairly sure this was the only thing that could’ve stopped him from talking about the subject.”

She sits down on the couch and pulls you with her by your hand. “So, you’re not mad at me? I’m pretty sure everyone will know that you’re the one that is the girlfriend, I mean fans have been speculating it without even knowing our sexualities.” You shrug your shoulders. “Of course, I’m not mad, love. Private not secret, remember? I’m good with the public knowing and it’s almost five years since we started dating, we’re in a different place in our lives now. I think it’s actually great timing. We still get to have our things private, all that changes is that people know about it. And you will probably get asked about it in interviews some more.”

Hailee releases the breath she didn’t realize the was holding and leans into you. You instinctively put your arm around her and kiss her forehead. “Can we go through my notifications together? I want to see what people are saying, but not alone.” You place another kiss to her forehead before saying, “Yeah, of course. I’ll grab your phone for you.”

Together you skim through her notifications. Your accounts have always been private, so luckily your phone wasn’t being overflown with these. Most of them were kind messages and the majority of the fans was sure that you were the girlfriend. There were some homophobic comments on Hailee’s Instagram posts, but a way bigger number of lovely messages and even people defending Hailee and the LGBTQ+ community on the rude comments. The love she received made the tension leave her body, she knew some people weren’t going to be happy with the news, but that didn’t matter. She knew who she was and whether people accepted that or not was on them, so it didn’t bother her that much.

After putting her phone away, you cuddle up to her and watch a movie together. Your head resting on her chest as her arms are wrapped around you. The steady sound of her heartbeat has you struggling to keep your eyes open. Hailee noticed and kissed the crown of your head, “It’s okay baby, close your eyes.” Not soon after your eyes close and you fall asleep in her arms. Her arms were your home. Wherever in the world you were, being in Hailee’s arms always felt like home.

Hailee continues to watch the screen, but also starts to get tired about halfway in. Eventually she gives in and closes her own eyes as well. She loved being this close, she had the love of her life right in her arms.

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[trulycertain]

fic writer interview

Tagged by @skogrr Thank you very much! It's a while since I've done one of these, and I've missed them.

Name: Tru/"Oi you" Fandoms (that I write for): Dragon Age, mostly. Still the fandom of my heart. Mass Effect, Deus Ex... uh, accidentally GreedFall? I don't know how or when that happened. Two-shot: Hmm... The actual last two-shot I wrote was Terms & Conditions, a very silly Dorian/Inquisitor modern AU where Gal is the guy Dorian hires to stop his late father's house falling apart. Recently? I suspect that's going to be Driftwood, which can stand on its own as a sort of weird post-canon first-meeting AU, but is trying to tempt me to continue it. (Vasco ends up going looking for Tír Fradí, which has disappeared - and finds it. He also finds De Sardet as a highly avoidant tree god of the island, post-Bad Ending, who transformed against her will. And he ends up falling in love with her anyway.) Weird tree gods! Pining by literal pine! An eventual happy ending! More grumpy commentary by Vasco!

Most popular multi-chapter: Either An Unquenchable Flame or Distraction, probably - both juggernaut pairings, the former close to the game's release and the latter with some fancy forbidden romance, so not so surprising. But surprisingly, Prague, 10:42 PM has done really well, considering it's for a small fandom (Deus Ex) and a rarepair age/rank-difference pairing that I thought would be a one-off experiment? I get it, guys. I like sad repressed stoics too.

Actual worst part of writing: Editing - which can be fun, but that "over and over" stage when you're about to post, especially in a longfic if you fear you've lost the spirit of the thing and the character voices and you can't see the wood for the trees. And when I have to remove a whole scene which Jenga-unbalances the fic, and then I have to redux from the top. Basically, most things to do with pacing. How you choose your titles: I like double-meanings and one word titles. If that fails: quote from a song. If that fails: quote from poetry, but very rarely. Do you outline: Only a little. A bulletpointed list of events or noted-down major lines of dialogue, that's usually it.

Ideas I probably won’t get around to but wouldn’t it be nice: Uh... oh god. I blame so many people for some of these.

Post-Destroy ending where John is attempting to build a shed on Rannoch because that's the kind of thing retired people do, right? and Tali is far better at it than him, and it's just... disgusting fluff.

Actually, just reduxing the early John/Tali stuff with a bit more nuance and a stronger style.

Eva and Kaidan, and their mutually wary first meeting. ("Wow, that's a lot of pomade." "Wow, that's a lot of death-glare.")

AU where Gal and Dorian never met in DAI, and after everything went down, Gal tried to fade into the shadows and leave. He ended up working in Tevinter as an occasional informant/odd-jobs guy the way he was pre-Inquisition. He ends up being a gardener for a bitter, wry magister who seems to hate the entire Magisterium, has recently lost his father to political scheming and murder, and wants to take down the entirety of the remaining Venatori with one staff and maybe his teeth if he has to (hi, Dorian). But first, Dorian's going to drink his own body weight in whiskey and be a recluse for a while and start thinking about time magic again. Gal is trying to keep his head down and should definitely not be falling in love with said magister. Who's someday going to end up at one of the more southerly ports, come across a statue of the great Inquisitor, and go, Oh.

Stuff on Jensen's PT and rebuilding himself post-augs. More of Proprioception, basically.

Mer-AU where Marie De Sardet is still a diplomat attempting to make new connections, just not a human one, and it's a disaster. An awkward disaster. Highlights include her being framed as the beast trying to drown their best captain; her attempting to wobble about on brand-new legs and Vasco's coat while everyone assumes the dear captain has had a few too many; her asking Vasco if his "fascinating markings" glow; them getting into a duel, and her (fondly) getting punted off the side of the ship going "Woo-hoo." OK, I wrote a bit of that, but only a 1k doodle I'll probably never return to.

Non-Naut court AU where Marie gets promised to Bastien D'Arcy, because he's a bit of a layabout but he's also rich, popular at court, and amenable to bribe - [cough] suggestion, and the D'Arcys have prominent trading links with the Alliance. Instead she falls for his far less of a social butterfly, tired, worried-numbers-guy brother Léandre, who's pretty damn uncomfortable around Nauts because he's well aware he nearly got sold to them and he is not the favourite.

Straight-up role-reversal AU (another thing where I've put down 1k that I'll probably never return to), where Marie's Naut name is Paz, and she's a fed-up second-mate who's tired of noble idiots and feels a little strange and conflicted about her mark (and has context for it, because they make frequent crossings to Tír Fradí). Also a little more jaded, without the love of her mother, and not nearly as much of a tryhard as Vasco in canon; she ended up here because she had nowhere else to go and the Nauts were like "Ooh, free kid," and she's well aware. She gets stuck escorting the D'Arcy brothers to Tír Fradí for their new venture and is not looking forward to it. Except one of them is intensely bright and wry and keeps asking questions about the ship and noticing shit he is definitely not meant to notice, and they keep ending up in strange conversations, even if he seems really, really wary and uncomfortable about Nauts.

Some vague stuff about Vasco's thoughts on Jonas and that whole side quest, considering he's also a sea-given and implies sea-given take some shit in the Nauts, and also how damn difficult it must be watching a sea-given's parents endeavour to get their kid back when he knows full well his didn't do that for him.

Actually, just more Vasco POV in general, even though he's damn hard to nail down. I've written much pining for him from Marie's perspective, and I'd like to try things from the opposite. This guy's idea of wooing someone perfectly normally is to panic and then recite Baroque poetry. You know he's sappy as hell in the privacy of his own head, even if he's trying not to be.

Jean and Síora having the "I'm a sad healer who just lost my mother and I'm trying so hard not to crumble under the weight of assisting the leader" mutual talk way too late at night around the campfire and maybe him crying on her shoulder a little, with mutual kindness and the beginnings of attraction, and her finally getting past his jokey-smug facade to understand him.

More stuff about Jean's past in general, and how he wanted to be a doctor before he was dragged away from it by looking after Constantin and being nobility.

Síora and Eseld and the ways they changed over the years; something like an exploration of grief and growing her own will and the ways they very differently view the renaigse. Also maybe more about the en ol menawi magic, if I can worldbuild well enough?

I'd also love to do a GreedFall soulmark AU - it's generally not my kind of trope, I'm not into biological determinism type tropes - just because names and aliases and assumed identities are such a mess in GreedFall and it's a repeated plot point. That said, I feel like it's been done so beautifully in this fandom before that I wouldn't have much to add.

Callouts @ me: So. Many. Commas. So much over-explaining everything. If they get out of the car, your readers do not need a five-page manual of "and then he undid his seatbelt and leaned over to grasp the door handle, and then pulled it, and then stepped a foot out before he almost thought better of it - but no, he was going to get out of this car. The other foot joined the first, and he nearly banged his head on the doorframe."

Best writing traits: People say I have a head for finding small-but-important moments. I'm also told I write likeable protags. People have more than once said my writing makes them feel safe or makes them smile, and I really couldn't ask for more than that. I'll take those.

Spicy tangential opinion: I don't think I have any, really? Oh god, that makes me sound so very boring. Oh! Um. There should be more tree body horror in fandom. And body horror in general. *thumbsup*

No pressure tagging: @artemis-crimson, @eridanidreams,@rainypixel, @aphreal42.

[illeee-girl]

La La(chimolala) Land Chapter Five: City of Stars

jimin x reader genre: fluff, fluff, and more fluff word count: 1k warnings: none

[Inspired by La La Land]

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He had to clear his head. It was as simple as that. He’d convince the managers to let him go off on his own, and he’d catch a cab down to the beach. It would be just like Busan—just like home.

Except it wasn’t like home. Not at all. It was hot as blue blazes, and there were people everywhere. He spent a few hours sitting on a bench—just people watching, sipping a raspberry lemonade, and trying to get the stench of weed out of his nose. Feeling dissatisfied, he jumped in another cab and asked to be taken to a beach with less people.

When Jimin reached the Hermosa Beach Pier, the sun was beginning to dip behind the horizon, burying its face in the purple Pacific and scattering its glory across a darkening sky. He felt a light evening breeze travel across the back of his neck. There were significantly less people around, so he began to stroll down the pier.

I wonder what she thinks of me now, he wondered. I thought too much. I panicked.

And I wonder what she thought of me before.

Trying his best to push these recurring thoughts out of his mind, Jimin shoved his hands in his pockets and leisurely whistled a tune.

His eyes wandered, absorbing the stunning view, until they settled on an elderly couple across the way. They were slow dancing—actually slow dancing. He could hardly believe it. It certainly wasn’t what you expected to see on a pier, but they looked so happy. People in LA . . . half of them cared endlessly about what other people thought of them. And the other half . . . the other half didn’t care at all.

Maybe I should be more like the other half.

His eyes scanned the horizon meticulously, worries and excitement traveling between his head and toes as if through a two-lane highway. His mind wandered along with the tune he’d been humming . . .

Who knows . . .

Is this the start of something wonderful in me?

Or one more dream . . . that I cannot make true.

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The coffee shop feels . . . different today. Depressing. As far as part-time jobs go, it’s usually not that bad. Sure, you have to serve countless stick-thin bombshells who act like they never left their sorority houses—but that comes with the territory of any part-time job in LA.

Today, your mind revolves around one thing. It spins through countless questions—but all deal in some manner with a certain something.

And just when you start to get your bearings, that something walks right through the door, dressed in a cream-colored button down and slacks.

“How did you find me?”

He doesn’t smile. “Do you . . . are you on break soon?”

You glance at the clock. “Coincidentally, I am. Starting now.” You untie your apron.

“Let’s go for a walk.”

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Downtown Santa Monica is practically baking under the sun’s rays—a Southern California summer is surely on its way—but Jimin seems to be bothered by something else. He hangs his head a bit, eyes never leaving the sidewalk in front of him.

“Are you ever gonna tell me how you found out where I work?” You press him a little. I have the right to be more than a little ticked at him. Pushing me away like that, and then showing up out of the blue?

Blue. That blue sky . . . that blue suit on him . . .

“Yoongi stalked you on Facebook,” he answers. “It’s creepy, I know. It’s one of his secret favorite pastimes.”

“Stalking people on Facebook? That is creepy. Though I have to say, I’m flattered that a member of a boy band stalked me on Facebook.”

Jimin inhales sharply and pulls you aside, under the awning of a Persian ice cream shop. He looks briefly to his left, then his right, then turns to face you. “Y/N, that’s . . . I need to tell you something.”

His hand rests on your shoulder, and you watch him intently as he forces himself to look you in the eye. “What is it, Jimin?”

He sighs, dropping his gaze back to the pavement. “When I joined BigHit as a trainee, I thought I knew what I was getting into. I pretty much always knew I’d go into entertainment—I went to an Arts high school, and I liked performing more than anything else. But . . .”

A long pause ensues. Jimin’s eyebrows knit in frustration, his arms flex and cross in front of him, and tension ripples across his jawline. You can tell he's suffering. Stressed. Angry. Confused. And . . . something about seeing him this way emboldens you.

You reach out your hand and rest it gently on his forearm. You can tell that he’s surprised by the sudden physical contact, because he jumps a little and the muscles under his shirt grow tense. But he certainly isn’t appalled by your touch. In fact, it forces a smile onto his lips for the first time that day.

“But . . .” you encourage him to continue.

“But I had no idea how . . . how much it would be. Don’t get me wrong, I am so grateful to have met the guys. We’re more than best friends—we’re like brothers. I hope you saw that during the shoot the other day. If I had been placed with any other group, I would’ve dropped out as soon as my first contract ended. I’ve relied heavily on their strength and support, and for years now they’ve continually boosted me up when I’m down.

“But I’m exhausted, Y/N. It’s so much to handle, constantly. Interviews. Workouts. Travel. New songs to learn, new dances to master. And still I love it—even though it exhausts me. But . . .” his tension levels rise again. “Sometimes, I wish I could live a normal life. I’ll admit, I love the attention, but . . .

“I had no clue how famous we’d become.”

Now your head is spinning. Famous? I mean, they’re a boy band. I’ve seen them dance. I’m sure they’ve got a following, a few devoted fangirls.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a cyclist stop in the middle of the bike lane and whip out his smartphone—to take a picture of you. The ice cream shop owner standing behind you follows suit, snapping photos through the glass. Behind you, a twenty-something in a sundress drops her lavender ice cream onto the sidewalk, grabs her friend’s sleeve, points at you, and shouts: “Oh my god, Lauren, look! It’s Jimin from BTS!”

Wait a second . . . BTS? Like, ‘performed at the Grammys’ BTS?

The girls start jumping and screaming. “Oh my god, Tiff, you’re right! AND HE’S ON A DATE!”

What? You look down at your hand that's still resting on Jimin’s forearm. Oh, no . . .

A swarm of window shoppers and tourists begin to amass. A few people even pull over in their cars to snap pictures of you.

“Y/N,” Jimin leans down and whispers in your ear. “Run.”

[ikaris-whore]

Red

Pairing: clumsy!seb x reader

Prompt: Getting out of the car at a premiere and he missteps catching himself at the expense of his pants and now he has to walk the red carpet like that.

A/N: just a cute little drabble I guess that came from my thoughts on an ask. It took me about a week to finally finish it but here it is 😂 also sorry for no ‘read more’ but I’m posting on mobile and it’s just under 1k words.

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He was nervous, his first starring role. Tonight was all about him as much, as he didn’t want it to be. Stepping out of the room -- where the make up artists finished off your make up -- ready to go you cleared your throat as he stood there staring at his hands squeezing and massaging them together. It was a nervous tick he did and you found it endearing that he still got nervous about these things. He looked up at the noise and his eyes lit up, mouth dropped open. There it was.

Stepping towards you with his arms open, his voice still displaying how nervous he was “You look gorgeous, a dream. Are you sure you’re my date?” He teased and gave you a soft kiss on your cheek not wanting to mess up your makeup.

“Oh hush!” a light slap of his muscled arms had him smiling as you pulled your hand away with a shake of it.

“ALRIGHT! Let’s get this show on the road!” Sebastian’s manager, Emily, came through pushing you both towards the door. She handed him a list of talking points and questions to avoid to study on the way to the premiere from your hotel. You smiled softly as he looked at you for help. You’d been around long enough to know there was no helping him when it came to his manager.

Riding the elevator down as she continued talking to him, you were both rushed into a car waiting to drive you across town to the theatre. Sebastian’s knee was bouncing as he read the list over and over out loud to commit it to memory. Trying to calm him you placed your hand on his knee, he stopped reading out loud and glanced at you. A soft “Thank you.” escaping his mouth as his own hand rested on top of yours and curled his fingers under your palm to give it a squeeze.

“You’ll do great babe. You always do.” Just as you said that the car pulled up in the line. He tucked the paper into his pants pocket and you adjusted his tie and collar. “And after this is all over it's just you and I for a while.” you reminded him of your plans to stay away from the spotlight a while and recharge.

His smile grew and the door opened for him to get out. One foot then the other out the door, except his second foot caught on the lip of the door and he lunged to catch himself before he fell completely forward on his face. With that his tight suit pants cried out with a *RIIP* He looked down quickly-- seeing nothing wrong with the front of his pants. That’s good, he thought. Then he heard your giggling from still inside the car and his hand flew to his backside where his fingers found the rip proudly displaying his boxers underneath, thankfully the same color of his pants but still noticeable.

Backing up towards the car again he offered you his hand to get out, the body of your dress making it slightly difficult to slide across the seat but you managed to look graceful as you put one foot to the ground and then the other before standing up out of the car. He leaned in and asked “What do I do now? I can’t walk the carpet and do interviews like this... ” the nervousness in his voice was back and you could tell he was getting ready to spiral.

“Just stay slightly in front of me. I think my skirt can hide it when you can't be backed up against a wall until we can get it fixed.” you whispered, pulling out your phone from your dress’s pocket to text Emily about the situation before you put it back in your pocket and the two of you stepped down the photo line.

The two of you managed to make it through the photo line, Sebastian keeping his back to the wall and when he couldn't you held your skirt out slightly to cover him. You could tell he was nervous about walking around like this so you wrapped your arm around him as you stood waiting for interviews and you assured him it would get it fixed as soon as possible.

Just then Emily came rushing through the crowd and grabbed the two of you and whisked you away to a bathroom before interviews. She handed you the needles and thread matching the color of his suit’s fabric. “Here. You can sew right?” You nodded. “Great, stitch him up and send him out for interviews as quickly as possible.”

“Alright Emily!” you hollared after her as she left the bathroom in a rush. “Okay Seb, pants off. Quickly!

“Well this is not how I thought you were going to get my pants off me tonight.” he joked, finally feeling less nervous as he undid his pants and slid them off.

“Har. Har.” He handed over his pants and you turned them inside out, inspecting the rip. It was thankfully along the seam, which would make it an easy and quick fix. Pulling out a needle you pushed the thread through the eye and tied the knot as Sebastian watched over you bouncing on his heels.

“You’re lucky I used to want to be in fashion.” You warned him and swiftly stitched up the pants and turned them right side out, quickly checking to be sure they looked as if they came straight from the designer. “Good as new.” Handing them back over to him you smirked “Although the view while working wasn't that bad, if I do say so.” adding a wink for good measure.

He slid the pants on and tucked his shirt back in adjusting to perfection. Spinning around he looked over his shoulder. “Good?” he questioned. “Good.” you confirmed and he spun around.

You adjusted his tie like you had earlier and gave him a pat on the butt. “Go get ‘em tiger!” you giggled out and he opened the door for you and before you knew it the two of you were back on the carpet doing interview after interview, then walked hand in hand into the theatre for the premiere.

He sat down next to you in the theatre and you both breathed a sigh of relief. Leaning over he kissed your cheek and whispered in your ear before the movie started “Thanks for saving my ass.”

[et-lesailes]

mellifluous // rhee’s 1k celebration

details on rhee’s 1k celebration ! SPOTS STILL OPEN !

pairing: chris evans x celeb!reader

word count: 2160

summary: you are a singer and actress working with chris on a rom com, and while the two of you are only vibing for now, he makes his move on the jimmy fallon show for all the world to see after a fun segment of google translate songs. 

themes: fluff, comedy, romance

taglist: @viarogers , @evanstush , @chibi-crazy , @chalamet-evans , @world-of-losers , @songforhema, @sebabestianstan101 , @tanyam93 , @bval-1, @wonderwinchester , @little-miss-exo, @poerebel , @pining-and-tired , @gogomez-509 , @patzammit, @a-distantdreamer, @malthestorytellerblog, @rainbowkisses31, @jbug491writinghelp, @quaiderade, @melannie77, @gigistorm, @lille-kattunge, @teller258316, @rohaintahquil, @deidrashouseofpain, @firstangeldragonranch, @peach-acid, @allsortsofinterests, @xoxabs88xox

note: finally getting around to my 1k celebration requests, and this very first one was submitted by @raveviolet! i took a pretty different approach to this one. this fic is based off this jimmy fallon segment and these are the songs i used in order-- tbh i’d recommend watching these videos, they’re hilarious! one // two // three. in this fic, the words in italics are the actual lyrics and the words in bold are the translated ones.

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As co-stars in an upcoming rom com, you and Chris were currently on Jimmy Fallon to promote your new movie and you were excited. You had been on his show a couple of times before and each time had been great; it felt like fun rather than working or some boring interview. Now you could share the fun with Chris, the man who had come to be a very close friend over the past few months of filming and… perhaps something more? You had told yourself you wouldn’t let your roles impact your feelings. Yes, you played a couple in the film, but that did not mean you could automatically be compatible in real life. However, after spending so much time together off camera, it really felt like he was perfect for you. Funny, kind hearted, sincere, dedicated, always positive-- you could go on for hours about all of his good traits. Even better, you had a feeling he may have felt the same about you. Your relationship had started to become a little more flirtatious these past few weeks, and you had been spending a lot more time together. At the same time, you did not want to focus too much on trying to date him or get serious; it was also important to you that you maintain a good friendship first, and so you were perfectly fine with taking it slow and simply going through a “vibing” period with him.

“Alright, guys, we’re going to start our next segment. To those of you who have watched before, I’m sure you’re familiar with the game Google Translate Songs! Y/N, you recently released your latest album and it was a hit, so I’m sure you’ll kill this game. And Chris, you’re a pretty decent singer yourself, aren’t you? Don’t you even sing a little bit for this movie?” Jimmy asked as he turned to the actor, and he chuckles, nodding in response. “I do sing a little here and there-- I used to be very much into theater when I was younger, and as most people know I absolutely love musicals, so I dabble in singing every now and then-- just not professionally, like Y/N. She’s absolutely amazing, her voice is angelic.” He complimented you, and you smiled happily, playfully fanning your cheeks in an exaggerated flattered gesture. “Well, thank you! And I love this segment of the show, oh my God it’s so funny.” You giggled, fingers adjusting around the mic you had received for it. 

Jimmy explained the rules of the game for those who did not know. A popular American song Google translated to another language and then back to English would result in very different, often funny and nonsensical lyrics that would then be sung by the show’s guests and Jimmy. For instance, “The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon” when translated into Croatian and then back would become, “The Evening Show that Plays Jimmy Fallon”. You were already smiling in amusement thinking of how funny the songs that had been arranged would be, shifting to sit on your knees on the couch due to the position causing for better vocals. 

“Alright, Chris, how about you start us off?” Jimmy suggested, and the actor laughed but nodded his head, getting more comfortable. “Oh man, alright, I’m ready. What song do I get?” Jimmy looked towards the screen and clapped his hands in amusement. “My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion!” Chris laughed even louder as the audience howled loudly, looking around. “Celine, I’m sorry in advance.” He playfully apologized to the camera before turning slightly to look to the screen where the lyrics would display. Jimmy nodded towards the band and they started to play, Chris beginning to sing the skewed words to the tune as best as he could.

“(Every night in my dreams) Every night in my painting cream

(I see you I am agradable to you

(I feel you) Beethoven

(That is how I know you go on) I know I know you

(Far across the distance) Remote

(And spaces between us) And there was a gap between us

(You have come to show you go on) I showed you

(Near) Off

(Far) Yes

(Wherever you are) Check it out

(I believe that the heart does go on) If you have a heart valve”

The music stopped and everyone burst out into laughter; Chris had already been stifling laughs as he had been singing, and if anything, you were impressed that he had been able to hold it in for so long. “Where did Beethoven come from?!” you exclaimed in amusement, clapping your hands as you continued laughing, almost getting breathless. “I have no idea,” Chris was gasping out in between loud laughs, instinctively reaching his hand out to grab your left boob, though only hitting your arm because you were covering your face with your hands. After everyone had finally calmed down, Jimmy turned to you with a smile. “Your turn, Y/N! Are you ready?” You giggled as you wiped around your eyes as lightly as you could to avoid ruining your makeup, nodding. “Oh God. Yes, what song do I get?” 

“We’re going to get a little festive here. I’m pretty sure almost everyone knows this song-- All I Want for Christmas is You, by Mariah Carey!”

You smiled in excitement as the band started playing, looking towards the screen brightly as you began to sing.

“(I don’t want a lot for Christmas) I do not get a lot of Christmas gifts

(There is just one thing I need) I only have one

(I don’t care about the presents) I do not care about the price, please

(Underneath the Christmas tree) Christmas tree festival

(I just want you for my own) Simply want to own

(More than you could ever know) Perhaps more imagination

(Make my wish come true) Make my wish become a reality

(All I want for Christmas is you) I want for Christmas is you~

It was already hard for you not to laugh, but while you were so focused on singing, you did not notice the way Chris was looking at you in pure and utter awe and fascination. He had always loved hearing you sing, and even though this was meant to be a comedic segment, his breath was still taken away with how beautiful you sounded, though he was laughing at the same time simply because of how messed up the lyrics were. You continued on with the chorus,

“(I don’t want a lot for Christmas) Do not get a lot of Christmas gifts

(There is just one thing I need) I only have one

(I don’t care about the presents) I am a duck

(Underneath the Christmas tree) In the shade of a tree

(I don’t need to hang my stocking) No need to interrupt my tights

(There upon the fireplace) There is no air conditioning

(Santa Claus won’t make me happy) Santa, you are not satisfied

(With a toy on Christmas day) Birthday other Diploflix sports

(I just want you for my own) I want to be alone

(More than you could ever know) Click here for more information”

You finally stopped, unable to help but laugh loudly, the band pausing in their playing. “Wait, what?!” you exclaimed loudly, looking towards the screen with a giggle. “How did these lyrics change from the first verse?” Jimmy laughed too, shrugging playfully. “We used a different language halfway through! Why’d you stop, it was so great!” At this point, Chris was practically cracking up, clapping his hands as he beamed widely. “There is no air conditioning,” he repeated through his laughter, finding the particular quote hilarious, shaking his head as he clapped you on the shoulder. “Man, I don’t know how you did all of that with a straight face.”

“Well, you better get ready to do it yourself, Chris, because it’s time for you and Y/N to do a duet!” Jimmy said with a playfully devious grin, arching an eyebrow. “I take it you two know the Aladdin soundtrack pretty well? Especially you, Chris, I’m pretty sure I’ve heard you know the entire soundtrack.”

“Hell, yeah I do. What are we doing, “A Whole New World”?” he guessed, and Jimmy nodded, making you squeal in excitement. “I love that one!” you spoke happily, sitting straighter once more and glancing to him with a giggle. “You ready?” He laughed and squeezed your thigh lightly and briefly, nodding his head. “Oh, of course. I was born for this. Let’s go.” Taking the part of Aladdin, he began,

“(I can show you the world) I can add it the clarity of the world

(Shining, shimmering) Shiny, shiny

(Splendid) Large

(Tell me, princess) Now when I want to talk to princess

(Now when did you last let your heart decide) Finally decided to make up your mind

(I can open your eyes) I can turn in your eyes

(Take you wonder by wonder) You’re a miracle band

(Over, sideways, and under) The assailants of cross and in-low

(On a magic carpet ride) In a tour carpet magic

(A whole new world) A new entire world!

(A new fantastic point of view) Please check the new dreamlike point

(No one to tell us no) Does not say us not

(Or where to go) Or I’ll go there

(Or say we’re only dreaming) No say that that separates some dreams

You kept a straight face as best as you could, now ready to sing your part as Jasmine.

“(A whole new world) A completely new world!

(A dazzling place I never knew) A stunning location where I did not know

(But now from way up here) But here all the way

(It’s crystal clear) It’s glittering and translucent

(That now I’m in a whole new world with you) That now a new world and I wish you I’m”

The music ended and the two of you started cracking up, especially at the last part that ended so abruptly. You loved how both of you could find these silly, stupid things so hilarious; you had the feeling that both of you wouldd be binge watching Jimmy Fallon’s Google Translate Songs together later on in the night once you were going home from this show. “Man, I’ve been singing Disney songs all wrong this whole time,” Chris joked, earning laughter from Jimmy and the audience. Looking towards you, he smiled as he added, “but damn, hearing Y/N sing was still just as amazing as ever. You are really talented, you know that?” You couldn’t help but blush but smiled as you genuinely returned the compliment, “You’re a good singer too, you know! Maybe we should do a collab one of these days…”

The audience cheered loudly at that and all of you laughed again, Chris playfully leaning over to give you a squeeze. “The fact that you want to do a collab with me is flattering in itself. Thank you.” Jimmy chuckled as he watched, arching an eyebrow. “You know, you two seem pretty close in general. Is there something we should know about…?” You were about to say something but Chris suddenly spoke up instead, smoothly replying, “I mean, there could be in the near future, if Y/N agrees to the date I was going to ask her on tonight…”

You were practically speechless, which was for the best at the moment anyways given the loud gasps and cheers arising from the audience; looking to him in shock, you giggled slightly, biting your lip. “Um, yeah, of course I’m gonna go on a date with you, why would I ever say no to that?” You practically blurted out, and everyone was clapping their hands, even giving a standing ovation to support the two of you. You could see how happy he was, but you definitely were not expecting what he did next.

“Do you think you’d say no to a kiss, then?” he asked innocently, and you widened your eyes. You weren’t even sure how to verbally respond, but the light blush on your cheeks and the way you bit your lip gave him all the answer he needed.

Leaning in, he framed one side of your face and gave you a gentle and loving kiss right then and there, in front of the audience and for all the world watching to see. You kissed him back immediately, no hesitation in your mind as you did so, smiling against his lips as you brought your own hands up to lightly touch the sides of his neck. Even Jimmy was cheering now, clapping his hands in support of the two of you, though you could barely even hear him or the audience; you were far too lovestruck now, already in way too deep as you pulled back to look into Chris’ beautiful blues, but you had a feeling that this was the best choice of your life.

[lazy-cat-corner]

Boyfriend Does My Makeup

This little snippet is a response made in an ask in @gaslightgallows. (If I recall) Someone asked what it would be like if Valkyrie and Loki took the challenge. The dialogue has been rolling in my head all day and figured I should just write it down. Here is my self-assigned one-shot!

Word Count: 1k 

Pairing: Valki (Valkyrie X Loki)

While Valkyrie’s channel is more about her training and weapon collection, Pepper Potts encouraged her to do something different if she wanted to make her channel more exciting. After doing some digging, Valkyrie found the makeup challenges to be the most amusing. Courtesy of Pepper’s enormous makeup collection and Loki as her unwilling guest, Valkyrie was ready to make the funniest video on the internet. At least, that’s how she was certain this would go.

“Are you scared?” Loki snickers.

“I wasn’t, until I saw the way you looked at the makeup.”

Loki keeps holding Valkyrie’s face from looking in the camera monitor.

“I was just reading the labels. They’re not too different from what I’ve seen on Asgard.”

Loki picks up a contour palette and frowns at the vague description on the back.

“I don’t like the way you’re looking at that!”

Loki motions it up.

“Do you know what this is?”

Valkyrie laughs. “No! I’ve never done anything more than my usual eyeliner and war paint.

Loki reaches over for a brush and dips in the palette. “Alright, I think I can use this.” He starts sweeping the brown shade on the sides of her nose.

Just to watch Valkyrie squirm in her seat, he makes sure to add exaggerated sighs or sounds of concern. If she’s making him do her makeup, he might as well have his own fun.

Valkyrie shuts her eyes. “How much longer?”

Loki purses his lips and holds his gaze on Valkyrie. “Can I break the rules?”

Valkyrie opens one eye. “What rules?” She quickly glances at her recording camera. “I don’t know, you’re supposed to just do my makeup.”

Loki opens up a portal and pulls out a black vial.

“Are you going to poison me?” Valkyrie smiles.

“Can I use makeup that’s not from Midgard?”

Valkyrie shrugs her shoulders. “Sure, why not? I probably already look like a hot mess.”

Loki snickers and tells her to keep her eyes closed. She begins flinching when she feels the brush tickling her eyelid and cheekbones.

“Can I look now?”

“No.”

Valkyrie relaxes at the feeling of the cool stroke of the liner sweeping across her lid. After sweeping a few coats of lipstick, Loki tells her to open her eyes. Her heart jumps at the smile on his face. She can’t tell if it’s a smile of mischief or affection. Without asking if she’s finished, she quickly whips out the mirror and looks at his progress.

“Oh, shit! I look-”

“-so fucking gorgeous.” Loki finishes.

Normally, Valkyrie would roll her eyes, but she can’t help but agree. Her face looks the same, but there is a glow on her skin and an emphasis on bone structure she never knew she had. She smiles at the new cat-eyed shape the makeup gives her. Valkyrie didn’t think brown eyes could glimmer like they do, right now. She begins turning her head back and forth and watches the ribbons of color shift on her eyelids and cheekbones. She points to her eyes.

“Is that what was in the vial?”

Loki beams. “I save it for special occasions. This seemed special enough.”  He kisses the top of her head.

“Wait, I actually like this. No fair!”

Loki frowns, “What do you mean?”

“You weren’t supposed to know how to use the makeup. All the videos I’ve seen turn into a disaster.”

Loki snickers. “Well, if you wanted a disaster, I could easily fix that.” He playfully leans in.

Valkyrie leans back in her chair and stops him. “No way! I can’t take this off so soon. It looks too good.”

“Alright, then! With that said- wait a minute. What is this?” A bundle of cloth materializes out of Loki’s hands. “Is this a dress? Maybe it fits. Try it on!” He tosses the dress to Valkyrie.

She lets out a laugh. “You planned this, didn’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he lies. “I do know that there’s a ten-course meal waiting for you near Central Park!”

Valkyrie gasps and throws the dress on. Almost forgetting to turn off her camera, she practically drags him out of headquarters and storms off to the surprise date. The rest of the day, Valkyrie stuffs her face and wanders around the city in an intoxicated bliss.    

 [Three days later]

Valkyrie flinches at the THUMP on the breakfast table. There’s a look of fury on Tony Stark’s face. Valkyrie looks down at the source of the sound and reads the headline on the tablet.

“AVENGERS GO VIRAL”

The Avengers make makeup history and show their new creation of ‘holographic makeup’ through a challenge. A rare, and never before seen type of makeup. While holographic is common on nails, knick-knacks, or stickers, pure holographic products for the skin have never been seen before. Until the channel “BrunnlovesBrandy” showcased in her “boyfriend does my makeup” video. Almost overnight, the video has reached five-million views!  

Valkyrie pulls up her phone and gapes at the growing view count on her channel.

“OH NORNS! Wait, viral is good, right? What does viral mean again?”

Tony holds his glare. “It means, you did what I specifically told you not to do. Draw unneeded attention to us!”

“It wasn’t supposed to get a lot of views. I’ve had my channel for months and only get a hundred views.” Valkyrie clutches her cup of coffee. “Nobody even notices I’m part of the team,” she mumbles.

“They know now. It’s all anyone keeps calling the headquarters for.”

Valkyrie lowers her coffee mug and leans forward.

Tony continues, “I’m getting press interviews, bloggers begging for more information about your holographic makeup, I’ve even had Kim Kardashian ask for an appointment!”

“Kim, who? Is she important?”

“In a pop-culture drama queen sense, yes.” Tony looks around the room. “Speaking of which, where’s your accomplice?”

Valkyrie shrugs her shoulders.

“Honestly, I think this is good PR for you.” Pepper walks in with Loki, holding a tablet in front and scanning through their video reaching “trending topics” on Twitter. “It’s probably the best re-branding stunt since-

“-Pepper, don’t tell me you’re okay with this.” Tony groans.

“Of course, I am.” She shrugs her shoulders. “I lent her the makeup.”

“You mean you knew this would happen?” Valkyrie drops her jaw. To think, Pepper Potts might be as clever as Loki.  

A devious smile spreads across Pepper’s face. “I might have helped.”

[spideymybucky]

Its mutual part 2

Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov, Bucky x Dot at first, Wanda, Tony Stark, Sam WIlson, Pietro, a lot more.

Word count: 1k+

Loosely based on the movie Its a girl boy thing, promise its gonna be different but at first might be very similar.

Summary: Both Reader and Bucky have hated each other for years, but an unexpected event will bring them close, so much closer than they wanted.

Warnings: Insults, bullying, idk what else.

Part 1 Part 2

(Y/N) woke up with the annoying sound of her alarm, the beeping never seized to stop. Her    (Y/E/C) eyes shifted towards the clock, which was stating 6:30 am. She had to get up if she didn’t want her mother to come in, but her body refused to move. Her bed was warm and cozy, plus her brain needed five more minutes of sleep.

“Honey, Wake Up, your breakfast is getting cold!” She heard her mother scream. A groan left her lips while she stood up from her pink bed. Her same old routine started, first she stretched her muscles and after that she grabbed some clothes, took a cold shower and changed into her usual clothe: a pair of jeans, a blouse and her snickers. She had a tendency to dress smart, preppy some would say. Finally she directed herself down stair to the kitchen, where a big old bowl of oat meal awaited her.

(Y/N) sat in from of her mother, smiling at her. Appearance was what ruled in this house, it was a must-have to smile or else her mother would pester her till no end. The woman in front of her kept talking and talking, a never ending conversation. It was hell. God, did she wish to leave.

“Whats your opinion (Y/N)?” Her mother unexpectedly asked.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

“(Y/N) (L/N), You should be paying attention to everything. Is this how you’re going to answer at your interview? Yale wo-“

“Have to go mom, school awaits.” She stood up and left rapidly, annoyed at everything. She hated how thing were turning but it was the only way to get out of her mothers way.

“Don’t be rude and interru-“ (Y/N) slammed the door shut and looked at the phone. Fuck, she thought, Late yet again. She ran to the bus stop but it was too late. The school bus left without her, fucking hell. All she had to do now is walk.

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“James Buchanan Barnes, Wake Up! Your gonna be late again!” Winnie, is mom, screamed from the top of her lungs. Bucky stirred in his lips, mumbling incomprehensible words. God, did he hate weekdays.

“Hey, douche wake up. I need a ride to school!” Becca stated, while throwing a pillow towards him. Bucky groaned more, slowly raising his middle finger towards his sister. The smell of greasy bacon made his stomach stir, which finally made him get up. He slammed his door closed, hearing the laughter of his annoying little sister and sizzle of food. He rapidly changed and left to eat whatever was on the table.

“Mornin’ Ma” He said kissing her at the cheek. He was much taller than her, even taller than his dad.

“Hey Pops.” He slouched on the chair, in front of his dad and started eating some pancakes and bacon.

“You ready for Fridays game son?” Bucky nodded, not saying a word.

“He’s always ready George.” Winnie interjected.

“I’m just saying, if football doesn’t work out he can work at Wins with me.” Bucky stood up, abruptly, and left. Its was always like this, a routine that he had. A car horn resounded through the house, as he left.

“Hey Steve” Buck screamed, as he jumped into his sit.

“Hey Buck, everything all right?” Becca jumped into the back, hugging Steve and whacking Bucky's head.

“Hey, fuck off Becks!” She laughed, and Steve pulled off just like always. It was all so monotone to him, and his only hope of getting out of this was the game on Friday.

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(Y/N) started walking to school when a red car came into view. It was Steve Rogers red convertible, a classical. She loved it from a far, bur right now she was desperate for a ride. She was willing to do anything.

“Hey! Over here, Hey!” She screamed. Bucky looked at her, and the only thing he did was turn the volume up. He didn’t want to give her a ride and if Steve heard with all his chivalry ways, he would do anything to help her.

“Sorry, next time!” Bucky screamed at her, laughing with enjoyment. (Y/N) tried to run faster, catch up with them, but she only ended up tripping into a huge puddle. God, she hated her life. She hated Bucky. She hated this stupid town. She couldn’t wait to leave.

She walked all the way to school, soaking wet, She felt gross and stupid. Hell, she hated this, all of this, but the year was going to end soon and she was going to leave. Leaving was her comfort, her motivation. She hated this unforsaken town, so much.

She watched from a far, how Bucky paced through the grass and towards Dot, his beauty queen girlfriend. She was drop dead gorgeous but a total bitch. Everyone feared her, and how could you not if she was the she-devil, Satan’s reincarnation, Lucifer himself. She was worse than a venomous snake, she put the snake emoji to shame, and now (Y/N) she had to pass through them to get in. Life hated her.

“Oh my god, look it's a she-man.” Dot said, pointing directly at (y/n). Everyone laughed, but (y/n) didn’t really care.

“God she just uglier by the minute, I hope I don’t catch whatever she has” Sharon retorted. Steve nudged his girlfriend Sharon, and looked at (Y/N) with an apologetic gaze. She walked straight through them, ignoring Steve, and into the school hallway. The first warning bell rang, as she made way towards her first class, literature.  

As class ended, (y/n) was fed up with the amount of work she had to do. All her classes were advanced, expect art. She had to fight her mother for that one, and she was glad she did. Leaving the class room towards her locker made her feel relieved, the books she carried around were agonizing.

The closer she got to her locker, the more she realized that Bucky and Dot were kissing there. Life really hated her these days. She stood in front of them for a while, clearing her throat but they still seemed occupied.

“Damn it, can you please leave my locker?” She sighed. Bucky and Dot broke the kissing, looking at her but deciding to ignore and continue kissing.

“Don’t you know its grotesque to see two people having sex in the hallway? Its unlady like, and so disturbing.” (Y/N) said louder this time. Dot broke the kiss, stepping away from Bucky and looking at her.

“It seems to me that you’re just jealous .” Dot stated. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, really not interested in Dots stupid games.

“Well she is, you know she’s never had a man before.” Bucky continued. (Y/N) closed her eyes and turned around.

“I don’t need a man to feel wanted or important, less to feel loved. Any way, I’m not jealous of you, why would I be? Because the way I see It, you…” She pointed straight at Bucky, who just stared at her.

“You are gonna end up marrying Dot after school, and because you couldn’t get into a college you’re gonna end up working at Winnies with your dad. Years later, you all are gonna be unhappy, with a few kids and pounds too. You’re gonna be thinking ‘Oh how I regret not studying or paying attention’…” Dot just looked at her dumbfounded. Her mouth was hung open, not knowing what to say.

“So no, I’m not jealous of you, because I’m going to go to some great school and be a professional instead of staying in this god-for-nothing town.” (Y/N) slammed her locker, turning around and looking at both, Bucky and Dot. They just stared at her, not really knowing what to say. (Y/N) turned around and left them.

Bucky just stared at her, not being able to forget her words. He wasn’t going to work at Winnie's, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to live his whole life in this town. He was going to prove her wrong, god he had to win Friday night.

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Hello fellow Entrepreneurs,let's start off with my background. I am 14 year old school dropout from Eastern Europe. Ever since I was 11, I knew I wanted to run a business, but back then I didn't know exactly how I would start. Nearly 1 year later, I started my first venture. Didn't have a lot of money, but I managed to save up $450 working my ass off the whole summer - cleaning cars in the neighborhood, mowing neighbour lawns and so on.As a first venture, I started off during the subscription box hype, got completely totaled by logistics and it didn't work out. I was losing my whole profit margin due to logistical flaws and I couldn't start charging my clients more, because there were strong competitors in the same industry charging slightly higher rates. I've spent all my money within 50 days and didn't bring any profit. You might think that was a failure, but I believe it to be one of the biggest success stories of my short life. The things I've learned during those 50 days were extraordinary and it opened up my eyes to so much more. No training course, webinars or any other activity I could have spent my $450 on would have taught me as much as I've learned from that experience.After my first "failure", I've been grinding every day after school and every weekend making money for "the next big thing". Took me 3 months to save up another $600 and I went in again. This time I was much "smarter" and knew more about business than before my first venture. I started a unique business, selling one-of-a-kind items locally. The items were sourced from any place I could find - ebay, foreign craigslist and so on. I was mostly selling antiques and building up client lists, because mostly the same group of people kept buying my products. Nearly 2 weeks after starting this venture, I also found a mentor. Turns out he wasn't the type of person I wanted to keep by my side, because he was telling me that I should wait, learn new things first before starting a business and putting me down in other ways. I was young and stupid, so slowed down for a little bit, but picked it up again after 2 months of "learning". What I actually learned is that no guides, seminars, webinars or anything else is going to teach me as much as actually running a business, even if it means failure for the first 50 times. So I dropped my mentor, picked up the business again.8 months later I was doing ~1k profit a month and couldn't handle all the workload after school and my homework, so decided to drop school and focus on my business full-time. I know it might have been a stupid move, but school didn't teach me anything I wanted to do in life, I was just going through the same regurgitated system being taught how to follow orders and work in a factory. Obviously my parents were against that and they didn't let me leave, so I just stopped going to school, started hanging out in internet cafes and anywhere I could get a connection. One month later, I was kicked out of school and to be honest, that was my intention. My parents didn't understand me at all, the only thing they wanted to do is punish me for the way I was acting. I understood the view from their perspective, but at the same time I knew that going to school with the current education system is just a waste of my time. Don't want to get into that, but that's my belief.Few more weeks went by, I started making ~2.5k/mo in profit, but still couldn't handle all the workload, because I had to go through 10-15 websites looking for products that fit my criteria, do my research about them (this took the longest), buy them and get them ready for sale, then call every person from my list that could be interested in it, meet with some of them. If none of them wanted an item, I couldn't just keep it, so I had to create local advertising or literally go door to door in the right neighborhoods selling them, but noone trusted a kid selling them an antique item.I knew it was time to hire someone, but I was faced with another struggle - noone wanted to work for a 13 year-old. I went through roughly 150 candidates and they either hung up or politely declined to go through an interview process when they found out I was 13. So I decided to ask my parents for help and pretend like they are running the business, hiring someone for me. That didn't work out either, because they still didn't believe in me and what I was doing, saying that it will all be a waste of time, but I knew as the worst case scenario I will come out of this with a lot of knowledge.So I continued handling everything for the next 5 months, but the business wasn't growing, because I had to keep my foot on a break that stopped me from growing. That lasted until I started talking with one of my long-time clients and he mentioned that his step son was looking to acquire a similar business. I decided to sell and start working on something that I could scale without a roof.So I turned to online businesses. I understood that hiring someone online would be easier, because they wouldn't have to know I'm a teenager. I could hide behind my computer screen without revealing it. So I taught myself how to code by plugging at it for 14-16h/day, including weekends. While learning, I came accross a problem, because I couldn't find the type of training I wanted to find and there was no updated material in my language. So I decided to create a business around this problem.This is when I started my current venture. I've spent most of my money acquired from last business sale creating programming training material translated in 12 different languages, which grew to 67 languages up to this point. All of it is in digital form and this is my primary source of income - selling training for several different programming languages. Once the material is created, I upload it to our store and sell it in several different formats - all material at once or monthly subscription. Since then, I've also added a different service, where vetted freelancers teach you how to do it in one-on-one training programs. This works in a similar way as Upwork, except it's only in a very specific niche. Any freelancer can apply to join the program, they are vetted and are able to gain reviews, pick their own projects to work on, etc, while I take a 20% cut from all the income that comes from their training.I've grown the business tremendously in the last and currently do ~30k in revenue a month just from training material and another 6-7k from 1-on-1 training. I also employ only 1 developer and 1 freelancer works on the website part-time. My profit makes up roughly 65% of my revenue and I spend most of it creating new material for the business. Since inception less than a year ago, I've made $183,741.48 in revenue. I know that sceptical people are going to ask for proof, so here it is - revenue just from direct sales last month and total revenue since 1st of March, 2017.Now my parents support me, but I will always remember that noone did, when I needed their support. I don't blame them for it, it wasn't smart of me to just drop the school, but they didn't understand my intentions and the fact that I honestly didn't need school to do what I want. So kids (feel strange saying this, since I'm just a kid myself) - don't drop out of school, but also don't let your dreams get crushed by someone else.My takeaway from this - do whatever you enjoy doing and don't let anyone stop you. Go through the struggles of your parents not accepting who you want to be and push through all the shit, because at the other end of it - there's a light for you. It might not be your first venture that brings success (actually it's unlikely to be your first), but eventually you will find something that brings you joy and something you can build your whole life.To anyone asking - I will not reveal my business name, because this is not why I posted this. I don't want to gloat or drive sales for my business. I came here to hopefully inspire some of you. If I manage to help at least 1 person with this post - that's my goal reached right there.TL;DR: Started a venture at 11 - didn't work out, started another one at 12, which forced me to drop out of school and had to slow down, because I couldn't grow that. Sold that business, started new one without support from my parents or anyone around me, constantly saying I will be a failure because I acted stupid. Except this time it was a huge success and I'm still growing it, being a 14 y/o.