#oh the other thing they bring up is teens shoplifting

[naamahdarling]

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[jiminrings]

umm maybe this is me projecting bc i am messaging you during my break but for a drabble request, yoongi in a retail setting???? 😐😐😐😐 oc could either be a co-worker or a regular customer who asks too many questions 😔😌

retail-type beat

drabble week: day three

drabble week masterlist

pairing: customer!yoongi x retail worker!reader

wordcount: 3k

glimpse: "hi! almost thought you were hiding from me for a second. anyways, is this sweater wool or cotton?"

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the last time you checked, work doesn’t start until nine

you kNEW it doesn’t start until 9 in the morning, so clearly that’s why you’re just wearing slides instead of your sneakers

the company uniform is either black or purple (it has to be from what the store is selling though so you can get to choose) with of course!!!! a lanyard!!!!

and you know this, because you’re still wearing your slides from home because it isn’t opening time yet

“goddamn it, i forgot to bring my slippers,” jin moans the moment he walks to see you, looking down on your feet that only reminds him he’d be stuck in his cool yet painfully uncomfy sneakers

he’s probably the only co-worker that you’re truly close with, not feeling the urge to sell him just to get a free day

“i told you to get the sneakers that nurses use!!”

hands-down one of the best purchases you’ve ever made

retail’s hard and it’s not exactly the best-paying job!!! thankfully the franchise owner is a bit more generous so that’s why you get slightly-higher hourly pay

“i would if they looked a little more seasoned,” jin snorts and stubbornly crosses his arms, “i might sacrifice my pride and buy some compression socks.”

OOOOOH THOSE ARE GOOD TOO

makes you feel like ur walking on air

but lol no seokjin isn’t ready to buy those just yet

he’ll settle on some blisters and putting salonpas patches because they look cooler that way, thank u very much <3

jin yawns, talking about finding a steam iron somewhere to replace a blowdryer so he could break in his shoes

“you wipe the glass this time.”

oh right he absolutely hates wiping down the glass — even before opening!!! even when there aren’t any grubby kids that would soil it instantly with their equally as grubby hands

you don’t mind it honestly

you might honestly like it

you prefer wiping the glass a hundred times over than steaming clothes

there is nOT a single thought in your head when you spray on the solution to the glass, rag and squeegee tucked between your fingers when-

maybe you should’ve hOLY FUCKING SHIT

it’s not opening!!!! it is nOT nine o’clock in the morning!!!!

you know that the shop you’re working in is pretty fucking famous and it’s located on one of the most populated streets ever BUT THERE’S ALREADY SOMEONE

although the bucket hat seems familiar from a distance and-

oh it’s just yoongi

yoongi?

yoongi’s already here????

:O

yoongi, the guy in question, is an always customer!!

no, not a regular customer — an always customer

he comes every week and maybe even twice within that period

he’s a nice talkative customer who likes asking questions and even occasionally guides the other customers on what to buy and where to find it

he’s yoongi!!! of course that’s expected of him

he’s been going here long since you ever started working here, and jin keeps iNSISTING that he’s been here more frequently since you started like a year ago

but doesn’t he come at eleven in the morning?

“woah, yoongi’s already here? — doesn’t he come at eleven in the morning?”

?!!?!!

“i was just thinking the exact same thing.”

jin bangs the glass with his fist and you automatically wince and frown

you dO like cleaning the glass panes!! you didn’t say you liked cleaning them a second time :(

“YOONGI!”

“YES??”

you push jin’s fist away to wipe at the smudge his hand left

“IT’S NOT OPENING YET!”

“I KNOW!!”

wow they’re uh

they’re really loud

sometimes you forget how seokjin could be since it’s been awhile since you heard him yell

lol no one’s been shoplifting recently so you haven’t been hearing him

a mind-blowing idea is for jin to come outside and talk to him in a normal talking voice, so your ears would stop ringing

“HEY! WHAT IF YOU JUST ENTER EARLY IN?”

“REALLY? IS THAT EVEN ALLOWED??”

"YOONGI, EVERYONE ON THE FLOOR KNOWS YOUR NAME. NAMJOON EVEN GAVE YOU A CUSTOMARY BIRTHDAY GIFT, AND WE DON'T GIVE CUSTOMARY BIRTHDAY GIFTS TO ANY OTHER CUSTOMER!!"

namjoon, who technically should be called mr. kim because no one really thinks to call the franchise owner with their government first name, is actually pretty cool

but he's too busy these days and haven't been visiting because he's too busy tending to his newly-opened coffee shop

as if the money he earns from opening his franchise in a day alone isn’t enough :0

"IF YOU SAY SO?"

you’re the one who hikes up the roll-up door in the slightest, enough for only yoongi to enter and not encourage anyone else to nOT enter when it’s still not opening time!!!!

he only has to crouch a little but he still has to dust his thousand-dollar pants as if he crawled through mud

his cream-colored slacks with a large black hoodie that has a giant bear embroidered on the middle of it and mules

... you don't hate his outfits

pretty cute, actually

it's yoongi!!

you'd never catch him lacking!!!

you don't even have to envision him rocking the shit out a paper bag

one time, he came in the store wearing the WRINKLIEST brown linen jumpsuit that no iron could possibly fix and he still pulled it off

toon-teen-ten!

oh god that’s the sound of the intercom

and the sound of the intercom equates to jungkook

... as in jeon jungkook who’s the floor manager and his constant top one goal for every month is to endearingly annoy seokjin

he’s young and mischievous!! but if you were to ask him, only you and jungkook are the people in this floor he’d actually get drinks with outside the shop

“seokjin come to the lingerie department right now, please.”

you see the thing is :D

“now this is just funny

there’s walkie-talkies for everyone here!! jungkook likes intercoms, and seokjin like yelling!!

“WHY ME AGAIN?? I’VE ALREADY FOLDED-“

“there’s a literal rat and i need yOU to catch it!! you know that i hate rodents!!”

him and jungkook are forever gonna be on this eldest-youngest brother dynamic and while jungkook pouts and shared the extras that he gets, jin is the one who kills the bugs :D

10/10 totally fair

fine then!! he’ll catch that goddamn rat

that leaves you and yoongi. alone.

“why did you come so early this time?”

you ask out of courtesy, genuinely baffled too because you know that yoongi’s a creature of habit

yoongi’s eyes pop out, head fervently shaking no

“i’m typically not the type to do that, no.”

???

is he-

are you-

are you both talking about the same thing

yoongi’s face flushes in embarrassment, his mind just then registering what you were actually saying

“o-oh! it’s because last night, i dreamt of the sweater i saw here last week!!"

oh right

typical :D

"need me to find it for you or do you already know the aisle?"

you align the folded shirts by the corners as you pass, looking at yoongi briefly while he trails behind yoh

“not unless you pulled it out already."

he's hoping that dear god you haven't

the black sweater with the moon aND buildings on it and when you turn on the flash, the windows of said building reflect it right back???

he SHUDDERS just by thinking about it

it’s gonna go with everything!!! an instant boost of serotonin every time he sees it

"for you, yoongi?" you shake your head, a small smile on your face that he only sees every once in a while, "i'd comb through the entire stock room."

wait

that’s sweet :((

“i’ll hold you to that.”

you know what??? you're less cranky when it's only him, and a couple of hundred people less

your smiles aren't for customer-service and you don't have misplaced clothes hanging from your shoulders and your walkie-talkie isn't talking in latin

or when no one’s asking you to reach something from the top shelf

or when you’re on the way to the intercom because a kid got separated from their mother

or when someone’s approaching for a refund for a shirt who has a stain that’s 100% no doubt customer error

his feet immediately move on its own because he’s memorized the outline of this too many times

there it is!!!

the sweater he’s dreamt about is already on his hands, only a handful few left

the piece is considerably more expensive than majority of the items here, so that’s why they’re all spaced-out instead of being clustered altogether

yoongi rarely goes to the dressing room, regardless if it's a full-house or not!!

he could just look at an item and immediately tell that it’s made for him ta know

he's beyond sure that this sweater fits him perfectly, but he may want to be here a little longer

yoongi may have say inside one of the fitting rooms and spent a little time in it just to sit on the chair inside, not fitting the sweater at all

he's gotten his item SO quick and he wished he could've just walked slower or pretended to not know where it was!!!

he wants to spend a little more time here

you don't hate yoongi!!! but sometimes he could just be... yoongi

he's quite talkative and strikes it whenever, making you unguarded

he could be overbearing but like an overbearing kind of nice

yoongi’s nice!! he’s the type to ask a lot of questions sure, but he’s also the type that would point the other customers what to buy and where to find it

he’s the type to find an obvious faulty stitch on a shirt, but he’d just quietly exchange it instead of asking for the manager

he’s the type you wouldn’t want to stand behind in line because it would take a long time for him to finish, but he’s also the same one who buys giftcards with generous amounts for family and friends

yoongi’s kind of cool and that’s cemented on your mind

"what do you got for me?"

he materializes out of nowhere, spooked because you thought he already ringed up and was out of the store already

it just happens to be ten minutes before opening and you’re doing last-minute arrangements on a new spread

well, yoongi most certainly is still here and his attention’s piqued

“we have... a new collection."

you clear your theory, awkwardly gesturing because you’re more than aware that yoongi hasn’t seen this either

“yeah, i know that. but like, what's going on??" he gestures to the displays and racks, squinting his eyes, "what's the theme? what's the material?"

:O

uhm you haven't read the brief about this

you aren't even sURE if there is one!!

doesn't everyone make up something on the spot in retail

or atleast that’s what seokjin tells you

“the theme," you clear your throat, scratching your temple before gesturing towards the full rack, "is everything."

“everything?

yoongi’s eyebrow is raised, not expecting that answer at all

you look back to the new feature, and nOW that you think about it,, there's no cohesion at all

“y-yes. the shop was going for the theme of uhm, everything... all at once — yeah, that's it. everything all at once."

it’s a nice way to put it when not one bit of the new collection goes together

“hmmmm. i like it,” yoongi nods solemnly and tilts his head, “and the material?"

"the material?"

you repeat, eyesight not the best so you can’t really tell anything off the bat or uh aNYTHING really

"t-the material is shirt."

they're all shirts!!! that’s it

yoongi grimaces in disgust, the first time you’ve seen of it

“what?? you can't say that.”

he outsretches his hand to the nearest article, holding it up by the hanger

"this, right here, is satin. see how it shines like silk, but doesn't feel like silk?"

uhm yes

you have a gist of what he’s saying but yes

yoongi picks up a pink button shirt this time, flipping it inside out

"this, is silk charmeuse. look at the inside, is it smooth?"

okay where is he going with this

he urges you to put your hand on the fabric and uhhh you didn't sign up for this???

it looks smooth, sure!! end of discussion

"yea-..."

“it's not. it's rough. it is smooth, but it's dull. silk charmeuse is still silk, but the backing it has is different from the lustrous part."

okay yoongi

you’re starting to feel uncomfortable and it has to do something with the tone he’s using on you

“can't believe you didn't know that!! how about this," he plucks out a shirt with a tiny print at the middle of it, "cotton or polyester and rayon?"

"i don't-"

there’s an itch in your neck that you want to scratch, a tell-tale sign that you just wANT to remove yourself from this situation

“come on!! it's a dead giveaway!!"

:((

why is he being like this?

toon-teen-ten!

“y/n, panty section please. jin almost got bit by a mouse and he needs comforting. two minutes until opening, people!!"

jungkook speaks at the right moment, and jin’s little incident is enough of a reason for you to bolt

yoongi's still looking at you but you can't afford to embarrass yourself further

“bye. happy shopping."

huh?

yoongi’s face falls when you leave as cold as that!! typically when you were going to show him out (when it’s regular shop hours), there’d be a smile :((

there's not even a customer service smile :(((

yoongi goes to the only cashier that's open so far and it happens to be far away from you and a teary seokjin

seokjin's fine he didn't even get bit!! that much he could say

but are you okay? uhhh you kinda went cold on him by the end and he thought he started on a good note

yoongi doesn't visit for another week and you don't find yourself counting the days until you meet him again

you did not have a devil wears prada moment where anne hathaway has an epiphany for fashion knowledge

you just felt belittled at a job that isn’t exactly what you wanted anyways

needed, yes. but wanted? not exactly

you know that basic knowledge about clothes is required in a retail job like this and you have it!! you do!!!!

you’d know more if only there were actual available resources for employees to know!!! nobody besides yoongi asks anyways

you’d know if you have time to yourself and aren’t working two jobs trying to make ends meet and tHEN you could pull up a book or something!!!

you’d know if your life is as lax as yoongi’s and could have the budget to buy new things for yourself every single week

“jin, i need to ask you something.”

he hums as called, looking at you briefly until you get on with it

“do you know the difference between silk and silk charmeuse?"

he shrugs casually while you're sitting inside one of the closed-off fitting rooms to catch a break, sharing a burger because the store’s packed-packed

why did you ask him? it’s too easy

“one's made by worms, and the other's a pokémon."

that,.,., could not possibly be righti* it brings you a laugh and you honestly don’t even try to correct him

it’s 11:15 and you kNOW it’s time to resume your shift, straightening your shirt because atleast one (1) person would hound you when they see a familiar red lanyard

oh you’re hounded alright

“hi! almost thought you were hiding from me for a second.”

yoongi????

oh

you haven’t seen him for a week and you don’t know what to feel in all honesty

"anyways, is this sweater wool or cotton?"

wow

you're quite speechless as he holds up the item

really?

this thing all over again???

why are you even surprised

the only thing that yoongi gets your customer service smile, fishing your hand from inside the sweater to show him

“70% wool."

that's it???

NO GOOD MORNING????

you're mad at him, aren't you?

he knew it :((

he knew something was wrong but he just didn’t know what

he’s gonna fix this!! he will

which is why the very next day, he takes the day off from his work and comes to the store at a time he knows you’d surely be there

you're on cashier duty and you like it actually :D

you have an option to sit and the way you’re just gonna scan pricetags (and occasionally enter the code if it doesn’t work) is really appealing

“good morning!"

you’re about to grab the items from the basket laid on the counter and your eyes could only see the very familiar hand

the same one you’ve seen go through racks and racks

yoongi??

he sets his items one by one, buying himself more time

the first one is the same exact sweater he came to wait for before opening

“you already bought this."

you tell him even before you could hold it back, looking back at him briefly before you scan the tag

“i know. i just wanted to see you."

oh

oh

yoongi threw a bunch of other items (individually) so it would be a longer talk, but you scan each item quickly that he’s grabbing things from the counter

hand sanitizer!!! hair ties!!! keychains!!!! yeah he needs them

“i'm sorry that i tend to spring shit on you most of the time. you don't need to know the difference between silk and silk charmeuse."

you only chuckle then, a meek smile on your face

"it's okay, yoongi.”

“it's not."

... it’s not?

yoongi fidgets, opening and closing his mouth like he’s nervous!!! he’s never had his credit card cancelled but he could only feel that this type of jitterness is more than the former

“can i make it up to you? no lanyards, no baskets, no customer service?? i don't wanna fuck things up with you."

“don't feel obligated-"

“i know i could be a condescending ass who expects people to automatically know fabric and whatnot, but i wanna make it up to you."

alright yoongi’s a really good apology-maker

you mIGHT be even flustered a little

“you're holding the line, yoongi.”

“i cleared my schedule."

“i haven’t!!!!!” - guy in the back

“dinner at my place at 8. i-i promise to make your hard-earned break after your shift worthwhile!!!"

hmmm

maybe that wouldn’t hurt

“okay. just because you're holding the line."

“fine by me."

:))

yoongi transfers all the items he bought, all but one, to his tote bag

he hands back the paper bag to you, scribbling his address on the back of the receipt before he does

he lingers a little while at the counter, the people behind him ALREADY switching lanes to the one seokjin’s just opened beside you

it's the sweater that he has too

yoongi scratches the back of his head, this time being the meek one

“what? m-matching sweaters for our first date. s'cute."

[champagne-bucky]

Rebel,Rebel

Summary: Peter doesn’t like a disobedient girl.

Warnings: Dark! Peter Parker (18+) x female reader, non-con/dub-con, knife play, face fucking, begging, humiliation kink, squirting, smut, fondling, hand job, anal play

Notes: Hehe, sooo this challenge is very very late and I’m very very sorry. I’d like to apologize to @mariessecretfantasies​ for being soooo late. Anyways I hope you enjoy this one!! 

“WHAT YOU DID WAS INCREDIBLY STUPID. I CANNOT PUT INTO WORDS HOW CARELESS AND CHILDISH YOUR ACTIONS WERE! I SHOULD HAVE YOU SUSPENDED, NO-“

You tried your hardest to stop the growing smirk on your face as Fury yelled at you. You may or may not have almost killed yourself and others while executing a life or death mission. The key work here was almost.

Being a new recruit was no walk in the park. Other agents were constantly belittling your actions and questioning your position with S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers, you showed them though. With every mission and every time you trained, you made sure to go above and beyond and prove every single one of those people wrong. As a result, a lot of agents became jealous and would do anything they could to ruin your credibility. Which brings you to Fury still yelling in your face.

It’s not like you were completely reckless, you made sure to carefully calculate everything you did so that you wouldn’t risk putting anyone in actual danger. Yes, that mission was technically very poorly executed, but it’s not your fault. Truthfully, the original plan would have cost people their lives if it wasn’t thanks to your quick thinking that saved everyone.

The only reason you were being yelled at instead of praised was because your incompetent teammates didn’t want to question the mission captain and think of a new plan. You were a hero, but those stubborn asses would never admit it.

“You really have me backed into a corner here, Agent,” Fury sighed as he rubbed his face.

“My desk is filled with complaints about your negligence to the team. Even your mission captain wants you suspended indefinitely,” you huffed.

“The only reason everyone complains about me is because they can’t be me. Everything they do, I do it ten times better than they could ever dream of. Even the lousy mission captain couldn’t think of a more brilliant plan than mine. You all should be thanking me really,” Fury raised his brows.

“Thanking you?”

“Yes, you should be thanking me because I’m the only competent one here willing to risk it all to save innocent people. Sorry you only hired people that were too afraid to get their hands dirty, what a sad sad team we have here,” Fury looked as if he wanted to chew your head off more, but for the sake of his already high blood pressure and an impending migraine, he decided against it.

“You know what I’m willing to do for you, Agent,” it didn’t take Fury long to come up with a plan.

“What, Nicholas,” you loved poking at his nerves. The vain in his forehead looked as if it were about to burst.

“I’m going to assign you to our Avengers program,” you gasped internally. The Avenger program? Does that mean-

“Don’t get it twisted. This program does not mean you’ll become an Avenger. This is a shadow program. You’ll be able to go on mission with your Avenger, go to their meetings, press conferences, you get the point,” you scoffed.

“And you’re doing all this for what?” Fury rolled his eyes.

“You may be able to get away with a lot of shit as an agent, but the Avengers are on a whole other level. One slip up and you're done. This program is gonna teach you just how we do things here at S.H.I.E.L.D.,” Fury leaned over the desk to be eye level with you.

You thought about giving him more attitude, but you didn’t want to push your luck. Even though Fury wasn’t saying it, he was pretty much saying that this program could mean a spot on the Avengers, right? Finally, you were all that hard work was giving you the recognition you deserve.

“Alright, Fury, I’ll join your little program. So, who do I get. Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Thor, Agent Romanoff, someone who matches my intelligence and skill set?” You leaned back in your chair with a smug smirk. Fury matched yours.

“I believe a shadow program is well below their pay grade. I was thinking of assigning you to someone who was a little like yourself. I think Peter Parker would be the perfect match for you,” your eyes went wide in disbelief.

“Peter Parker? Him? Oh, Nick, you gotta be kidding me? He doesn’t even go on real missions! He just helps old ladies cross the street, scares punk teens from shoplifting, he’s not even a real Avenger!”

“Mr. Parker is way more qualified than being a neighborhood watchmen, Agent. He’s on the team because he is one of the best. You can learn a thing or two from him. He, very much like yourself, was a big rule breaker too, still is if you ask me. The only reason we haven’t kicked him off yet is because Tony Stark has a soft spot for the kid.”

You tried to argue your way out of being with Peter, but Fury insisted or you would be met with suspension. You grumbled and trudged your way out of his office. Fury mentioned before you left that Peter would be in contact with you shortly. You slammed the door before he got his last words out.

“And don’t forget, follow the rules or be faced with the consequences,” you mocked his words under your breath as you stormed back to the agent’s wing of the compound.

__

Peter couldn’t believe the phone call he had just gotten from Fury. More importantly he couldn’t believe who was going to be shadowing him. After all this time being in the Avengers program, no one ever wanted to pick him, but you, his crush, well his heart was just bursting at its seams.

“What’s gotten you all smiley, Spidey,” Sam took a seat next to him on the couch.

“N-Nothing, I just got off the phone with Director Fury, he says someone requested me for the shadow program,” Sam laughed.

“And that’s what’s making you get all blushing and giddy? Gee, you not getting enough attention at home?” Peter rolled his eyes at Sam.

“No, it’s, it’s just this girl that I’ve liked for some time. Apparently she wanted me to be her guide.”

“Who is she?” Once Peter said your name, Sam’s eyes lit up in fear.

“Aww no man, you don’t want to be messing around with her,” Peter’s face fell.

“Why not?”

“Well, rumor has it she’s kind of a rebel.”

“Kind of?”

“From what I hear from other agents, she’s always breaking protocol, almost always putting people in danger, risking lives, not a good look if you ask me. Come to think of it, why didn’t Fury deny her application?”

“Maybe he thinks I can be a good influence on her,” Peter smiled and nudged Sam’s arm.

“Pfft, when pigs fly,” Sam got up and walked away leaving Peter to write out an informative email to you.

“Just be careful with her is all I’m saying, kid.”

Peter ignored him as he pulled up his email and began to write to you.

__

Your alarm was blaring way too early in the morning for your liking. Peter insisted on starting everyday at 6 a.m. because “crime always starts early”, or something stupid like that. You two had only been with each other for a week and it was pure torture for you.

Peter on the other hand indulged in the time he got to spend with you. So far, Sam was being proven wrong about your rebel status. He always made sure you were to follow the book no matter how defiant the look in your eyes was becoming. Maybe you only followed the rules because of him, he’d like to think.

“Peterrrrrrr,” you whined.

“Whattttt,” he mimicked with a laugh.

“This shit is taking too long. Can’t we just-“

“Nope,” Peter interrupted.

“But-“

“Nada.”

“Peter-“

“I believe the correct word we are looking for is no,” you wanted to slap the stupid smirk off his face.

“Peter there is an easier way to do this,” you tried to reason with him, but he just wouldn’t listen.

“You mean there’s the wrong way to do this. I was given my instructions and now we will follow them, AS PLANNED OUT. If you don’t like how the Avengers run things, then maybe you should rethink your status in the program,” Peter stated as he kept his eyes locked on the bank.

This is what it’s been like for the entire week. You were starting to get agitated beyond belief by Peter’s smugness. What a cruel joke Fury decided to play on you. First, he makes Peter your partner, the most useless of all the Avengers when it came to missions and crime fighting. Next, his unwillingness to go off book for one measly second. If Peter could’ve known how much time he’d be saving by just bending the rules a little, he might be able to take on more serious tasks, unlike this stupid bank robbery tipoff he received earlier today.

Nevermind the other laundry list of reasons why you can’t stand Peter Parker and his dopey grin. Right now, you are thinking of good reasons why it would be impossible to get away with the murder of the most annoying person to ever walk the planet, in your opinion. While you were doing your own plotting, Peter was trying to keep his focus on the potential robbery and not the woman of his dreams next to him

__

The robbers made their move around 4 a.m. After countless hours of hearing Peter ramble on about Star Wars, chemistry, and his web fluid stuff you were thankful to end the night with some action. Peter made sure to take the lead while you were waiting at the back of the bank for a back up call. A stupid strategy, but supposedly Peter knew what was best and refused to go against orders.

Peter surprised the robbers by swinging himself down from the ceiling. There were four men trying to attack him and Peter fought every single one off without taking a breath. However, as things were going seemingly well they took a turn for the worst when one robber pulled out his gun and started to shoot. Peter faltered his steps and quickly dodged a bullet headed straight for his knee. During all this time you were watching from a small window, he still refused to call you for back up.

“Parker, you need my help, tap me in,” you said through your earpiece.

“No, no, uhh, I got it, thanks,” Peter responded quickly while dodging another bullet, this time to his shoulder.

“Parker, you're failing out there,” there was no response from Peter as he kept trying to tame the situation.

You huffed and decided to get to work. You really didn’t want to screw up your chances with this program, but you were left no choice. The line between Peter’s incompetence and stubbornness finally frayed and you just about had to butt in.

“I’m saving his life, I’m not breaking the rules… right?”

__

Peter was now tackled to the ground by two of the robbers. The one with the gun was reloading his bullets and the other was taking the money out of the machine. Somewhere along the line, they seemed to have damaged a part of his suit and he was bleeding out. That weakness alone was enough for the robbers to use all their strength and hold him down,

“It’s the end of the line for you, Spider-Man,” Peter started to freak out. Was it too late to call you?

“Hey boss, why don’t we see who’s under the mask,” one of the men holding him down said.

The “boss” agreed and began to walk his way towards Peter. He started to hyperventilate at the thought of not only his life ending, but his identity would be exposed.

The robber started to put his hands on the material of his mask, but not before he halted his actions and fell to the ground. Peter was stunned as were the rest of the men, but not for long.

“Hey, who’s that,” one man said as you came down from the ceiling where Peter had entered.

You have your few weapons at the ready and no time to waste. It had already been a long day and you were angry and exhausted. It took no time for you to wipe out the robbers and alert authorities of what went down. The men were hurt badly, but they should be okay, maybe.

Sirens were becoming louder as you quickly grabbed Peter and hauled him out of the back door and into the car. You whipped off his mask and started to check him for any injuries. When you went to touch a bruise on his face, he swatted your hand away.

“What did I tell you?” He said angrily.

“Peter I-“

“I said I would call you for backup and you defied me,” he pressed a button on his suit and it disappeared to his normal clothes.

“Peter you were choking out there! If I would’ve waited for your call you probably would’ve been dead by then! I saved your life, the least you could say is thank you,” you rolled your eyes and slumped back into your seat.

“Thank you? Y/N you blatantly went against my orders and did your own thing. Do you not have any respect for me?”

Your jaw dropped as Peter spoke those words. You cannot believe how irrational this boy was behaving. He was in trouble and you offered to help him.

“You know what Peter? No, no I don’t respect you. You were close to dying and I came in and saved your helpless ass. I have never met somebody so dimmwhitted, so stubborn, so incompetent, so STUPID, and so so SO annoying as you, Peter Parker. Come to think of it? How are you even an Avenger? Aren’t they supposed to have more than the one brain cell you seem to possess? Do they just let anybody be an Avenger or do we all have to suck up to Tony Stark just to get a spot on the team?”

“Get out,” Peter said through gritted teeth.

“What? Can’t handle the criticism?” You laughed as Peter slammed his hand on the center console, creating a dent.

“I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT,” you were surprised at Peter’s tone of voice.

“Get out, get out of this car before you make me do something I’ll regret,” your eyes went wide as you got out of the car and started to run home.

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Peter cried that night after he kicked you out of the car. Nobody, not even Mr. Stark talked to him the way you had. The girl he fantasized about each night had called him stupid, annoying, and possibly more hateful words in the English language synonymous to the ones she had said in the car.

Peter needed to take the weekend to himself to process everything. His heart was crushed and his emotions were conflicted. Even after all those terrible words, he still had some feelings for you. How could someone so perfect for him be so cruel to him at the same time?

He avoided everyone at the compound for the weekend. Usually he’d spend the few days there to work on some new tech with Mr. Stark or train with Bucky and Sam, but you lived there too and he couldn’t face you at the moment.

Peter was also screening calls from Fury. At the end of every mission with you, Fury would demand a status report. Peter would always have positive things to say about you, but this time he wouldn’t even know what to tell Fury.

After a movie with MJ and Ned to clear his head, Peter walked back home to the small apartment he shared with his Aunt May. He felt a little better after seeing some friends, but his heart still had a pang in it from your words. Was he really as annoying as you said he was?

Peter didn’t dwell on his thoughts for long before he felt himself getting pulled off the sidewalk and into a sleek black car. He tried to fight off whoever pulled him in, but he stopped struggling once he heard the ring of his cell phone.

“So, it does work,” Fury ended the call and scowled at Peter. “Any reason you haven’t been answering me?”

Peter took a deep gulp as he figured out what he was supposed to say. “Director Fury, I-”

“She finally cracked you,” he simply stated as Peter nodded in agreement.

“I didn’t know what to say because I’m afraid of how you’d react.”

“And what did she say?” Fury questioned.

When Peter told him the whole story from the robbery to her hateful words in the car, Fury just about had blown a fuse.

“SHE WHAT?” Fury expected the absolute worst from you, he’ll admit that, but blatantly insulting her superior crossed a huge line for him.

“Director Fury, I have it all-”

“No, Parker, I’m in the driver’s seat now. No more Mr. Nice Guy,” Fury called for the driver of his car to take off.

“Fury, please, just let me handle this,” it took a lot of convincing, but Fury came to an agreement with Peter.

“If you don’t get rid of her attitude and I find out that she continues to talk to you the way that she did, I’m terminating her position with S.H.I.E.L.D.,” Fury had no time for further discussion as he basically pushed Peter out of the car and sped out of Queens.

Oh, Peter was going to do all he could to make her obey him. It didn’t matter how he was going to train her, but when the time is right he’ll make his dreams come true. Peter was going to make his fantasies come true.

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After about a week of no Peter Parker, the Avenger was back and surprisingly better than ever. He made no mention of the car incident and you didn’t want to bring it up either. In fact, Peter seemed to be his happy, normal self while the two of you trained together for an upcoming mission. He was cracking the same jokes and still rambling your ears off about the usual stuff. It shocked you to say the least, he held no ill will for you because of that night. Maybe he finally wised up and was starting to see things your way.

It seems as if lately Peter has become more lax with you. He didn’t get mad when you were just a little late for training sessions or when you would begin your back talk with him. It was as if Peter changed overnight into a completely chill person. Not that you minded at all, you would definitely be taking advantage of his easy going personality.

However, you did notice something in his eyes that you never seen before. You couldn’t pinpoint it, but it was almost like whenever you too got a little rough during training, he would enjoy it and try to push the limit. Maybe it was all a test to see how far your strength could go? Whatever it was, it kept you curious. Peter was acting different, but not too far off from his normal self.

“We have a mission tonight at the docks. Be ready at 10 and we can take turns being watch,” was all Peter said to you before he left the gym to go off with Mr. Stark.

You weren’t used to going on a mission so late. Peter always wanted to arrive at missions early just in case he was being fooled by a criminal. Of course, he always ended up being wrong and everything would happen later at night than in broad daylight (you tried telling him that and he simply waved you off).

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You quickly rushed back to your room, slamming the door and triple checking that the locks were in place. The events from tonight’s mission left you speechless, shocked, horrified. Never in your life had you gotten out of a car and booked it to your room so fast. Peter Parker, Spider-Man, New York’s favorite defender, had done an unspeakable act.

It started out like always, just sitting in the car hiding out. Peter wasn’t talking as much so you decided you wouldn’t make conversation either. It was only until the criminals came to the docks where it all went downhill.

Peter told you the same thing he always had, he’ll call you if backup is needed. Of course, Peter found himself in hot water yet again and you decided to intervene. Only this time, you were met with more than just yelling and a kick out of the car.

“You didn’t listen,” the tone in Peter’s voice changed.

“Peter, c’mon now you were in trouble,” you began to speak, but he quickly cut you off.

“You didn’t listen, and now you’re gonna have to be punished,” Peter had a dangerous look in his eyes that scared you.

“Peter, if you’re gonna throw me out again I’ll save you the trouble and just leave. You know I don’t get why you have to be so stubborn all the damn time, if you just-,” as you were going to open the door, you heard the lock click.

“You didn’t listen, you need to be punished,” Peter began to lean closer to you as you pulled harder on the door.

“Peter, PETER,” you screamed as he put his hand on the front zipper of your top.

“Take this off,” you stayed still, “NOW!”

You rushed to take your top off and avoided the tears forming in your eyes. You fumbled with the zipper towards the bottom and Peter groaned impatiently. He grabbed the top and tore it off of you only leaving you in a bra.

You tried to look away from him and cover yourself in the process, but Peter wasn’t having any of that. He grabbed you by the chin with one hand as the other made its way to your chest. You tried to fight his intentions, but he wouldn’t have it.

“Stop moving. I’ll make this worse for you,” he grabbed your chin harder and you stopped trying to move.

He dipped his fingers into one of the cups and began to fondle your chest. Once Peter found your nipple, he circled it with the tip of his thumb. Peter was moaning as soon as it hardened. He never took his eyes off of you.

“Take off the bra,” Peter gave you a look that dared you to defy him. You quickly got rid of the bra and he took it and threw it in the back seat.

Peter was in awe, you were as beautiful as he imagined. Your bare chest and the tears in your eyes made him hard as a rock. He took his hand off your chin and began to palm himself through his suit.

Peter made his suit retract back into his regular clothing. He took your hands and placed them over the palm of his jeans. He pressed your hands down as you bit back a terrified whimper.

“Why don’t you help me out, yeah?” It wasn’t a suggestion judging by the look in his eyes.

You pulled down his zipper and didn’t go any further than that. Peter chuckled at you and brought your hand into the inside of his boxers. You couldn’t form any type of sounds as he made you hand travel through his patch of hair and up his cock. Peter was impressive, but there was no room for a pleasantly shocked emotion.

“Now take him out and finish what you started,” Peter pulled down his boxers and fully exposed himself to you.

You started off slow with a shaky rhythm. Who could ever be confident and cool in a situation like yours? Peter didn’t seem to like what you were doing and put his hand on top of yours. He guided you up and down his cock and took it off once he gave you a pace.

“Don’t be shy, go faster,” you picked up the pace as you saw Peter swipe some precum off his tip and shoved his finger into your mouth.

He didn’t even have to say anything to get you to start licking his fingers. You closed your eyes and Peter didn’t seem to stop you. The faster this was over with the faster you could finally be home.

After a fast few pumps, he was ready to come undone. He slowed you down and then demanded you picked up the pace. You were told to open your eyes and look at him, but you would close them again after a short few seconds. When he finally did cum, he brought your body close to his cock and let it all spill out on your chest. You felt disgusted, humiliated, and baffled that Spider-Man would take advantage of someone like you.

You opened your eyes once you heard the beep of a phone. Peter had his phone out and was taking a video of the whole thing. He took an additional few pictures and stashed his phone away in case you tried to grab it.

“You might want to clean yourself up, won’t take long to get back home,” Peter tucked himself away and started the car.

When you arrived at the compound you darted out of the car before he could say or do anything further to you. If he wanted to talk he would have to call you now.

You shed yourself of your clothes and began to scrub your body down. No matter how hot the water and how hard you scrubbed, the feeling of Peter on you will forever remain. You took a few showers once you thought the scent and act of Peter had washed off of you. When you left your bathroom it was well past 2 a.m.

Making sure the doors were locked for the hundredth time that night, you finally settled down into bed. You tossed and turned for the next hour until you heard your phone buzz. Not thinking anything of it, you picked it up to see who could be texting you so late at night. Your heart dropped once you saw the messages.

One after another Peter was sending you the videos and pictures that he had taken. Each one made your stomach turn more and more. He was mocking you.

Don’t ever disobey me again or I’ll send these out to everyone.

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It took a lot to impress Nick Fury after everything he’s seen and been through. Alien invasions, aliens, cat aliens, raccoon aliens… a lot of aliens. However, nothing could’ve impressed him more than reading your progress report from Peter this morning. It took all of Fury not to frame the report and send emails to all of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents the news of this miracle.

It’s true, over the past weeks you’ve been ever so obedient to Peter. You didn’t move unless he told you to move, didn’t speak until given permission to, he had you right where he wanted you and you couldn’t do anything about it. Even if you thought of telling someone of his mannerisms towards you he would hold out his phone and get the file containing all those pictures ready in a “Send All” email.

Fortunately, Peter never touched you like that night again. True to his word, you would only be treated that way if you ever went against him again. Needless to say, you were walking on something sharper than egg shells. He would tease you spook you relentlessly, even going as far as locking the car door just to see you jump.

Even late at night he would spam your phone with obscene text messages just to taunt you. Sometimes he would send you photos of himself and when he asked for some in return, you had no choice but to give in. Day by day, this man was messing with you and you had no way of outing him.

Peter would be hot on your trail if he saw you making your way to Fury’s office. He would stop you before you could even get to his office corridor. Peter couldn’t have this getting out, his credibility would be ruined and Mr. Stark and the rest of the Avengers would see to it.

He wasn’t happy about what he did, but he didn’t feel a lot of guilt either. What he did that night in the car set something diabolical off in him. It felt good to take what he wanted right there and then. Peter couldn't help but be a little prideful about what he did. He even hinted to Sam a few times that something might’ve happened between you and him.

While he was gloating you were scheming your way into telling Fury what happened. You can’t go anywhere near the man without Peter right beside you, and you can’t call Fury because he never seems to answer his phone. In fact, Fury has been out of the office more and more lately, perhaps keeping up with the other Avengers or being involved with more aliens.

Regardless of what it was, the next time you saw Fury in person you would say something.

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You finished off your makeup and were now putting on the expensive dress your fellow agents coaxed you into buying for the party tonight. The material was tight and it was a little hard to breathe, but you’d get through it. Your body was buzzing in anticipation and nerves as you checked your hair one more time before heading off to the gala.

Every year, the Stark x S.H.I.E.L.D. Gala was held to promote and spread awareness for local and international charities across the globe. You never had an interest in going before, but this year you were bugged by the other agents to go and Peter had expressed his interest in your presence at the party. If you didn’t show you were afraid of what he might pull in your absence.

The hotel was extravagant, from the way it was decorated to the mass amounts of people in their expensive suits and elegant gowns. You scanned the room for Peter, but saw no sign of him. He was either taking photos with the Avengers or watching you from afar, and you wouldn’t put it past him to do that.

While you didn’t see him you got to work finding Fury. You went through the humongous crowd of people just to see if you could catch a glimpse of him, you even started to ask around, but no one seemed to know where he could be. It felt like forever and you were beginning to lose hope that you would never find him. If anything was going to happen it had to be tonight.

A tap on your shoulder stopped you in your hectic search. You knew who it was just by the clear of his throat. You faced Peter with a nervous smile on your face as opposed to the devilish one on his.

“I‘ve been looking for you all night,” Peter drank in your appearance, “you look beautiful.”

You squirmed under his gaze while he lingered a little too long for your liking. When he was finally done ogling you, you saw the lust in his eyes grow. You gulped as he extended his hand.

“Dance with me?” The band started to play a slow song.

You looked at his hand and then up to his eyes which dared you to say now. Reluctantly, you grabbed his hand as he led you to the dance floor. Immediately, a few wandering eyes were on yours and Peter’s figure as he led the first dance.

“You know I’ve been thinking. Since you’ve been so perfect lately, I was going to recommend you to Stark for a spot on the Avengers,” your skin formed bumps as he spun you around.

“Could you imagine that? My obedient little angel fighting alongside me. Ugh, could there be anything more perfect?”

You were about to speak, but the music had stopped and all attention was directed to the stage. Up walks Fury and Tony Stark, Fury was first to take the podium and began his long speech about the gala and what supporting these charities means to him and everyone here tonight. You kept your eyes on him the entire time and ignored the words Peter was trying to whisper in your ear. You only started listening to him when he squeezed your waist hard causing you to yelp.

“I said, why don’t we go back to my room when this is all over, huh?” You froze when he ran his hand up and down your spine.

“Peter, don’t you think that’s a little inappropriate?” He hummed in disagreement with you and he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Nonsense, I don’t even know why I asked, it’s not like you have a choice in the matter anyways,” the fucker laughed.

Your body was shaking and your face was turning red in anger. Peter was going to hold you down forever. There was no way you could ever escape someone as evil as him. Peter had a hold on you for as long as he wanted. You only had one chance to escape it seems and Fury had to be your ticket out.

Before you could form a response Fury handed over the mic to Tony. Fury stepped off the stage and you kept your eyes on him for the entire time. He was making his way out of the gala and you needed to be fast in order to catch him. Peter seemed too distracted by what Tony was saying so you loosened yourself out of his grip and stood beside him. Peter only glared at you for doing that, but you didn’t care, tonight would be the night you take down Peter Parker.

Slowly, you slinked away into the crowd as a round of applause sounded off for whatever Tony was saying. Peter didn’t seem to notice you leave and that’s when you took off. People were giving you disgusted looks as you began to run out of the ballroom and chase Fury.

You almost lost him in the elevators, but you took the steps and ran once you saw what floor he was heading to. You shucked off your heels and ran up the many steps to catch him. When you got to his floor, you pushed the stairwell door open and ran after him.

“Director F-,” you face planted.

Your ankles were tangled by some sort of slim rope and they wouldn’t come undone. Fury’s footsteps faded and new ones approached your struggling body. A pair of expensive shoes stopped right by your head as the body leaned down. You came eye to eye with an angry Peter Parker.

“Rebel, rebel,” he shook his head and hauled you up. You were beating on his back the entire time as tears formed in your eyes. The rope-like material was his webs which kept you trapped.

He went back in the stairwell and carried you up a few more flights until he came to his floor. The hallways were empty as everyone was still at the party. You tried to yell, but it only got you a harsh slap on your ass.

Peter stopped in front of his door and opened it. The second he closed it he threw you on the middle of the bed. He made his way to his suitcase and took out a pocket knife. You were screaming uncontrollably and he began to cut the webs loose. You knew better than to fight with a man with a knife, let alone Spider-Man with a knife.

“Rebel rebel, you’ve torn your dress,” Peter noticed the small tear towards the end of your gown and tore up the rest. “Rebel rebel, your face is a mess,” he looked at your makeup stained face. He put his thumb near your lips and began to smudge lipstick around your face.

“Rebel, rebel, what are we going to do about you?” Peter took off the rest of your dress. The only thing you were in was a lace thong. Peter licked his lips and began to trace the knife down your breast.

You were shaking, afraid that he might dig the knife deeper into your skin. Afraid that he was so mad at you he would go as far as to kill you. You started to whimper as Peter looked up. The smirk on his face grew wider and wider.

“Beg for me not to hurt you. Beg like the good little angel you are,” you were so close to not giving in, but Peter dug the tip of the blade into your skin just enough to pinch it.

“Please Peter, please, please don’t hurt me Peter,” he hummed in a way to tell you that he wasn’t convinced by the performance.

“Please Peter, I’ll do anything to please you. I’ll do anything to make you happy. Please Peter, I’m so sorry for being bad,” you were hysterical as he moved the knife further down your body. When he reached your center he chuckled and threw the knife to the other side of the room. He roughly grabbed you by your scalp and made you come face to face with him.

“Anything?” You shook your head in agreement. “Alright, I wanna fuck that naughty mouth.”

Peter pulled off his suit pants and became complete bare from the waist down. He pumped his cock a few times before grabbing your jaw and forcing your mouth open. He didn’t give you any time to get used to his size as he put all of himself in your mouth. He grabbed you scalp rougher this time and pushed your head up and down. Tears formed in your eyes again as you were forced to take him down your throat. He was a moaning and groaning mess until his thrust started to falter. Peter quickly pulled out watching in awe and the trail of saliva connected from your mouth to his cock.

Peter quickly sat you up and ripped off your underwear in the process. He started to rub his fingers along your folds where he found that you were wet. He smirked and chuckled as he continued rubbing up and down to make you become slicker than before. You tried biting back your moans, but Peter would only press down harder on your clit which caused you to cry out.

“See, I’m not so bad, princess. I could be good to you if you’re good to me,” he removed his fingers and pushed you down on the mattress.

“Peter, please,” you didn’t know if you wanted him to stop or urge you on.

“I know honey, I know. Just lay down and let me make you feel good,” Peter rid himself of the rest of his clothes and slotted himself between your legs.

His tip began to enter you and the rest of his length painfully stretched you out. You squirmed a little, but Peter reassured you it would feel better soon. Sure, he wasn’t your first, but it had been a long time since the last guy and you were a bit tight.

“Oh, angel, you really do feel like heaven,” he started to thrust a little faster.

Pretty soon, Peter was getting really rough with his thrust and making you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. Peter got carried away and didn’t realize how fast he was going on you. You felt an orgasm building and were trying to communicate that to Peter but couldn’t form the words. Peter felt you tighten around him just a little too hard and he took that as the signal to pull out. After all, he did want to see his crush cum, for him and only him.

You felt the rush of your orgasm after Peter pulled out. When you looked up at him, his chest was covered in the slick sheen of sweat mixed with your arousal.

“Holy shit, you squirted. That’s got to be the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” Peter went back inside you and hoisted himself on his knees and making you face to face with him. “I wanna see that again, and again, and a hundred more times.

He didn’t slow down no matter how many times you tried to beg and plead. Peter ripped out orgasm after orgasm from you and it only coaxed him to go harder and faster. Your bodies were covered in each other’s sweat and you were beginning to get a little tired. However, your eyes quickly shook away their tiredness when you felt fingers prodding your other hole.

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” and as Peter continued his thrusting, he pushed one finger into your tight muscle and pounded into you harder.

“Aww fuck this feels so good,” Peter cried out one last time and finally came inside you.

You both collapsed onto the bed still connected to each other. Tears formed in your eyes once the shock wore off. He had finally gotten what he wanted from you.

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Only a week went by when you had finally heard from Fury again. This time, he wanted to speak with you privately in his office. Your time with the Avengers program was up and he wanted to give his final thoughts.

“Well Agent, I am shocked to be saying this, but I am thoroughly impressed by your behavior with Peter. A little rough in the beginning, but I’m glad to see you both worked through your differences,” you wanted to scoff, but you wouldn't put a damper on Fury’s mood.

After that night in the hotel, the sex became a regular thing. Peter would demand and you were forced to give in. His punishments were still ongoing as he was still mad at you for trying to snitch on him to Fury, but now that the program has ended you and Peter Parker wouldn’t be seeing each other at all.

“And because of your improving behavior I’ve decided to push through your request,” you furrowed your brows in confusion.

“Request?”

“You know, your request to join the Avengers team officially. Parker has been raving about your skills and training that we decided to recommend you for a spot on the team. You’ll have to meet with Mr. Stark for a few interviews and sessions, but seeing as Peter has talked so fondly of you there is no doubt in my mind you wouldn't be offered the spot.”

You stayed frozen in your seat as Fury went on and on about you. You only left when he dismissed you, reminding you that Tony Stark would be contacting you soon.

When you shut the door behind you, you began to freak out. Peter was planning on keeping you as his. At this point, there would be no way out unless you either die, face embarrassment and let the video get leaked, or wait around until Peter gets bored. Knowing Peter and his fatal attraction to you none of those could happen.

On your way back to your room, you heard the familiar footsteps you’ve grown too disgusted to know. You turned around to face the man who would be running you entire life for who knows how long. Just as you were about to speak he opened his mouth first.

“Rebel, rebel, there you are.”

[shortiedreams]

Supermarket rendezvous

Pairing: Bakugo x Reader

Synopsis: You and Bakugo go shoplifting but it somehow becomes romantic.

Word count: 842

CW: None :)

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With as much capacity your arms had to offer, you dig into the rack of candies, pouring them into the severely ‘unsuspicious’ empty backpack you brought in. Bakugo is in the savory aisle, also plucking out random bags of chips from the immense stock.

He meets you at a designated spot near the counter in which the both of you had previously agreed to coincidentally bump into each other. You see the boy sporting his inane sunglasses and he leans ever so shadily at the quarter. You can’t help but chuckle to yourself as you walk up to your partner in crime. 

When you slink up to him in hasty steps, he pulls down his sunglasses a bit to lower his eyes down on you friskily. You attempt to hit him on the arms but he dodges it swiftly and snickers.

“Ready?” you question, rolling your eyes at your failed attempt.

“Oh when was I ever not.” he sneers, “Are you ready though?”

His mock in return aggravates you even more and you feel like punching him to death on the spot for satisfactory gains. However this was Bakugo Katsuki you were speaking of, and this is merely his usual mannerisms.

“Ready.” you reply, deadpan.

“Then here we go!” 

Tugging you past the line of customers, you practically bump into everyone in the way because unlike Bakugo, your miniature physique simply could not muster up ample force to shove people aside. The audible grumbles increase in volume each time you collide into another customer, though it wasn’t like either of you cared enough to stop.

“Teens nowadays.” you hear a man criticise, and Bakugo uses this opportunity to shove even harder afterwards in order to annoy everyone.

Anyhow, the both of you make it past the exit and now the barcode scanners are alarming at your unpaid items. You give Bakugo one certain look before he grasps your hand and starts to sprint away from the grocery store at record speed now that the crowd is clear.

As you run off into the distance, you can hear the staff yelling behind you but with the speed that the both of you were pacing off at, couldn’t keep up.

He sticks up his glasses up his golden hairline to laugh in unison with you at the perfectly executed shoplift. You carry your snacks through an absent-mindedly zipped backpack and the bags of chips under his arm crunched against each other rewardingly, reminding you of your success. Bands of tangerine hues skims down his suave mien, some managing to seep into his eyes, ultimately reflecting an unequivocal beauty you couldn’t put into words. All you know was that they were the colours of euphoria between two crazy lovebirds. 

“Come on! Keep up the pace,” he encourages, “You wouldn’t want the old hag to catch up to you, right?” 

You scoff at his brazen remark at you, which genuinely seems to strive you to run at your limits. You know that the staff was already at a safe distance away so you really don’t have any other means to sprint this quickly other than to impress Bakugo.

At this point you were panting nonstop and your hands were numbing from his tight markedly grasp. 

Despite your efforts, Bakugo still deems you as ‘weak with bad stamina’ and starts piggybacking you midway through the carpark. You weren’t complaining a bit as the sight of Bakugo mingling in the sunset as the comfortable breeze dashes through your hair was an idyllic combination you never realised you needed. 

You aren’t sure how the man before you had the ability to sprint back to the UA dorms at such a consistent pace, but you do notice how your heart skips a bit each time he does this. What can you say when you’re in love with the prime athlete on campus.

The thoughts of what to say and how to confront him later made the mood increasingly awkward, after all this was the most contact you’ve made since the both of you officially became a thing. You are sure he is thinking the same as he grows abnormally quiet.

“You are so heavy you know.” he says meekly, the insult losing all its initial power he garnered in his head. 

“Shut up.” Your response barely holding any more assertion than his

As you arrive at the gates of Heights Alliance, you bid him a bashful adieu. He says nothing and only nods back at you with his hands fiddling in his pockets. The both of you leave each other, blushing and blaming it on the sun.

The following week continues to remain awkward but you eventually reunite again, blatantly missing each other’s corny jokes and presence. As egotistical Bakugo may come across, he couldn’t live without your company. This was something he’d rather die than having to admit but it was an unspoken truth that you by some means acknowledged.

You smile to yourself subconsciously during class and Bakugo flicks your forehead to bring your giddy self back to earth. 

“Hey! I was-”

“Daydreaming of me? Yeah, I know.”

[jane-the-zombie]

A Wolf in Thief’s Clothing || Ariana (Megan?) & Jane

TIMING: Present

LOCATION: Store

PARTIES: @letsbenditlikebennett & @jane-the-zombie

SUMMARY: Jane runs into Ariana (Megan????) shoplifting at the store.

While impulse control had never been something Megan had been great at, most of her impulses at least didn’t drastically break any human laws. Sure, hunting seasons were a thing, but who the hell was going to tell a wolf they couldn’t eat a deer? That’s right, no one. Well, except maybe a beast hunter, but fuck most of them. The weird thoughts in her head that didn’t feel entirely like her own paired with the amount of stress she was under made it hard to ignore the temptation to shoplift. At first, she’d been a little appalled with herself, but now it was becoming a bit of a game. Their fridge was already full of steak and herring, so she decided to go for hair products today. She was in a crisis and the purple clearly had to go. The reminder that she wouldn’t ask Winston to do it because she wasn’t ready to see Rio yet stung as she looked over the hair colors. This time she’d go for a color she could actually see. Looking through the blues, she opted for the brightest looking one which was Poseidon by Arctic Fox. She still had a bleach kit at home, so she discreetly shoved the hair dye into the pocket of her leather jacket when she heard someone clear their throat behind her. Had she been that distracted? She whipped her head around to see Jane there. Shit. “Jane, hey, hi, how are you?” Smooth, Megan, smooth.

Jane had her hands on her hips as she stared at Ariana Bennett stuff the hair dye in her jacket. She had originally been planning on saying hi to the young woman, to check in, while she was here getting more salt (for French Fry) and nail polish remover (for herself) and yet… Shoplifting. They had all been there at one point or another. Jane herself had done it when she was a teenager, and Lizzie had done the same far past her teens - specifically from clothing stores. Jane plugged her ears and pretended not to listen as she described how to get magnet tags off swimsuits, before dutifully reminding her little sister that she was in fact a cop. Jane stood, looking at Ariana with the best disappointed face she could muster. How many blood bags can go missing this week before someone notices. Wait, what? Why did she keep having thoughts like that? Crap. Jane shook it off and let out a low sigh. “You want to hand me that hair dye, young lady?” She said, feeling like her father. Oh, weird. She hated that.

Eventually, Megan knew this whole shoplifting thing was going to catch up with her. She’d been trying to get whoever was in her head out, but it seemed to be of no use. At least it seemed to be a somewhat widespread thing and she wasn’t the only one experiencing it. Which hopefully meant it would get solved because she sure as hell didn’t know how to fix it. She was a fighter not a thinker. With a defeated sigh, she handed the hair dye to Jane. “Not really, I can just buy it. I don’t normally do this by the way.” She fidgeted nervously with her hair hoping she wasn’t going to get arrested this close to the full moon. “Kinda have someone else in my head right now, it’s a time and half.” She couldn’t stand still. “The full moon is tonight. Please don’t take me to the station.”

Ah yes. The wolves and their little moon problem. “Lucky for you, I happen to have better things to do than fill out the paperwork taking you in, Ariana,” she said, tucking the hair dye under her arm. Besides, none of the ‘scared straight’ crap worked anyway, and Jane wasn’t about to put Ariana through something that anyway - even without the moon problem. “C’mon, kid. Why don’t we go check out,” Jane said pointedly. She glanced at the blue hair dye. “This is a pretty color,” Jane commented as they started walking towards the self check out. “What sparked Teen Wolf Rebel? Is this some sort of moon thing?”

Megan’s eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. “Wait, who’s Ariana? I mean, thank you for not bringing me in.” Somehow, the adrenaline of being caught brought a satisfying thrill. Fuck, this was not the kind of mind state she needed to be in right now. She had actual problems to take care of. “Yeah, that’s a good idea. I do totally have money with me.” She relaxed a bit when she realized she wasn’t in any real trouble. Jane really was pretty great and she felt bad to have put her in an awkward situation. “Thanks, figured I’d go for a color I can actually see this go round,” she said trying to keep her tone calm. She shrugged and explained, “It’s definitely not a moon thing. I’ve got like… someone else’s thoughts in my head? With how much else I have going on right now, it’s hard to like just ignore whoever the fuck is in there. Apparently like it’s a thing that’s going around though so who knows. This town is wild.”

“Very funny,” Jane replied, looking at Ariana pointedly. “But I have more things to worry about than a little shoplifting…. That gets worse by mind crap.” Jane frowned when she realized that Ariana was having similar mind experiences. Thoughts of hunters and people and blood kept filling her mind, and she was certain that Harsh wasn’t human. He had to be a zombie. Jane shook her head, pushing her hair out of her face as they approached the self check-out line. “I’m actually experiencing something similar. Wouldn’t be fair to bring you in over something like that.” Supernatural related. Her stomach twisted and she let out a low sigh. Supernatural and law didn’t go together, and Jane was still trying to work out what her place was in everything. She glanced at Ariana. The poor girl was so young to be dealing with so much, especially with her sister’s death let alone organ trafficking. Something stirred inside her, and she wasn’t sure what it was. “Let me spot you on the hair dye, hm? And then we can go talk, if you want.”

“I wasn’t joking,” Megan explained as she looked at Jane some incredulously. She didn’t know what her real name, but it definitely wasn’t Ariana. “That makes sense considering well… literally everything that happens in this town.” It wasn’t exactly comforting to know Jane was going through the same thing. While the previous town-wide problems had been taken care of, it always still left her feeling there were things far too powerful for any of them to face. It only further cemented the idea that they needed to stick together. She refused to lose someone else she cared for. “I don’t love that you have someone in your head, too, but I guess there’s not much we can do about it. Trying to see if any of my spellcasting friends know more.” Magic was something that both intrigued and frightened her to an extent, but she trusted the spellcasters she knew. Megan smiled brightly when Jane offered to get the hair dye for her. It wasn’t necessary, but Jane caring and helping was always welcome though she wasn’t too excited to talk about an organ selling ring of all things. “Thanks, Jane. And yeah, we probably should talk. I wish it was better news” She followed her to the checkout counter and offered another thank you as Jane paid for her hair dye. As they made their way out, Megan pointed out a little bench not far off that seemed private enough. “How about here,” she asked.

“What’s your name then, if it isn’t Ariana? Malory?” Jane replied, sarcastically. Kids sure were funny these days, with their memes and their tiktoks “Does everyone in this town have spellcasting friends?” Jane asked, though she wasn’t sure she would call Otto and herself friends. He was more a big thorne in her side. A pain in the ass. She shook her head, running a hand through her hair as they entered self check out. For good measure, Jane grabbed a couple bottles of water and a small bag of potato chips to go along with the hair dye. She could come back for her salt and nail polish remover some other time. She bagged the items, handing Ariana the bag with the hair dye, and walked out with her. “That’ll be fine enough, I think. As they sat down, Jane reached into the bag and handed her one of the bottles of water. She leaned against her knees looking over at Ariana. It was hard - Jane didn’t typically like kids, and she definitely didn’t like interacting with them - though, Ariana was eighteen, and that definitely wasn’t a ‘child’ anymore. Back in Portland, her old partner had always been the one to deal with the child witnesses. But Ariana was so young and had been through so much, and she didn’t have anyone here anymore… Something about that tugged on Jane’s heartstrings. Ugh. “You can start anywhere you want, okay?” Jane told her. “Even if it’s not about what you told me before online.”

“I don’t actually know because my name was stolen, but Ariana doesn’t sound right. You can call me Megan until I get my real name back,” Megan explained even though she realized Jane didn’t quite believe her. It did sound pretty wild if you didn’t know about the supernatural. Hell, she knew about the supernatural and she was shocked to learn that fae could just yoink your name. She shrugged, “I mean, the fellow supernatural folks probably. Humans, I couldn’t tell you. They probably wouldn’t know if they did.” She noted that Jane picked up some chips and waters for them which was a much nicer reaction to being caught shoplifting by an actual cop than she would have ever expected, but she guessed it wasn’t that surprising. In the short time she’d known Jane, she’d always been nothing but kind and understanding to her. It was a warm feeling that reminded her of why she was continuing to push through these days that seemed to grow more and more exhausting. She happily took the bag with the blue hair dye and noted she’d need to message Winston for further hair help. It seemed to be their thing now. “Thanks, Jane,” she said as they walked outside and took a seat on a lone bench. She leaned back and made herself comfortable. She let out a soft sigh, “That’s a tough one… because I don’t want to get the person who’s literally being threatened to do said harvesting in trouble, but I do have a name and was promised more. Kind of started with me sticking my nose literally where it doesn’t belong because I smelled dead werewolves, but apparently it’s not just werewolf organs… ours just happen to be more valuable which like ugh.”

Megan. Jane’s brows furrowed. Name stealing? Not for the first time, Jane thought that White Crest was the bad place. “Megan… got it.” Somehow, Jane didn’t think it would be all that helpful to tell her that Ariana’s - er, Megan’s name was actually Ariana. Something about that whole nonsense made her think that no matter what she said to Megan, she wouldn’t believe her. Jane glanced at her, leaning on her knees as she stared at the young woman. She had her whole life ahead of her, and she didn’t deserve half the crap that was on her shoulders. Jane could at least help take the burden off her shoulders - that was her job, wasn’t it? The whole reason she wanted this job to begin with. Maybe not here in White Crest, but it was still the same. What was an eighteen year old girl doing dealing with organ trafficking? Jane shook her head. “Aria - Megan, I want you to know that I’m going to do everything I can to help you. I know you don’t want to get anyone in trouble, and I’m not going to push for you to tell me who’s harvesting the organs, but I’d like to be able to help them too.” Especially if they were being threatened. “So think about it for me, at least a little.” Jane considered where to go from there, for just a moment, before she sat up a little straighter and looked at her. “But, for now, let’s start with that name.”

[mama-m1na]

Welcome to the Game: Chapter 2

~~~II~~~

The rest of the week passed pretty normally for the ravenette save for the fact she now was working with a murderer on the dark web for the second round in her life.

With her magic she would find and provide information of the male’s targets and in exchange she received half of his pay.

Since each job pulled in about $10,000 depending on how hard it actually was to pull off, she was getting large amounts of money and quite fast.

Despite the male’s suggestions, the ravenette began pouring a chunk of her own earnings into a fundraiser the band started to collect funding.

Of course she did this by disguising the sender as one of her relatives living in the Philippines so nothing could be traced back to her.

Everything was going well for the ravenette as she ran her band practice, with Lyle sitting near the podium after football practice had ended.

The only thing which could be concerning was the rising plume of smoke coming from a mountain in the distance which almost no one was concerned about since there were a lot of fires that happened in southern California.

 At around 7:30 Rhamina went with Lyle to a boba place after her Tuesday practice to support another band fundraiser.

As soon as she entered, her eyes locked onto the familiar figure of her literal partner in crime sitting in a random booth near the back of the store.

“Who is that?” Lyle asked with a frown, positioning himself in front of Rhamina as the strange male turned to look straight back at the ravenette.

“It’s one of my work partners and it looks like we need to talk,” she sighed, recognizing the look in Koda’s crimson irises as something concerning, “Can you just order for me?”

“Taro with popping raspberry boba, right?” the brunet asked earning a nod from the female before he leaned down to whisper, “If he causes you any trouble do not hesitate to scream, Rhamina, I’ll be there.”

She nodded before making her way to the secluded corner of the store which was flooded with band kids.

“Have you checked your work phone recently, Mina?” the male asked putting emphasis on the nickname he just started using since the ravenette usually wished to be addressed by her alias; however, circumstances change in public.

“I did this morning,” she explained as she watched her kids cheerfully interact in the boba shop, “Why what happened?”

“See for yourself,” the male scoffed, taking a sip of his drink while the ravenette pulled out her cheap phone to see a notification.

“This can’t be happening,” Rhamina whispered as she read the message she had received.

It read:

Hello fellow magic users!

It has been brought to my attention that there are many of us that lurk these waters and I don’t really think it is much fun when we have such an advantage over our other players so I decided to set up our own game!

This is a ‘Hunger Games’ style hunting game where you are both the hunter and the hunted.

This is what you all wanted when joining the dark web, right? A blood bath? Well, here you go.

It will take place all over the world and only those currently in the original game will be valid so those of you that received this message are the only players which means no players will be added while many players are being eliminated.

And of course it’s only fair that I am a player as well.

The game ends when there are five left standing and those five not only escape with their lives but also gifts from the Fates!

The game has already started so good luck and 

WELCOME TO THE GAME

~Game Master

The ravenette placed the phone back in her bag before slamming her face onto the table in frustration.

“What the fuck is this?!” she squealed quietly as the male looked down at her, “Why did this have to happen now?!”

“So what’s your plan?” Koda whispered so only the teen across from him could hear.

“Lay low and let the others get rid of each other, I guess,” she replied bringing her head up as she saw her friend started to walk back, “And take some time to teach you how magic works.”

“Here,” Lyle stated as he sat next to Rhamina, handing her the purple drink.

“Thanks, Lyle,” she chirped scooting closer to the wall so her friend could sit.

“And who might this be?” Koda asked with narrowed eyes, receiving a glare from the seventeen-year-old male across from him.

“Koda, this is Lyle, he’s a friend from school,” Rhamina introduced with a smile, despite the fact she could feel the heavy air surrounding them, “Lyle, this is Koda, one of my work partners.”

Neither of the males said anything, but Lyle could feel himself getting angry just by being in the presence of the male.

It felt as if the man across from him was putting him down, trying to make him bend and break, but Lyle wasn’t having it.

Before anything could escalate Rhamina reached and placed her hand in his, lacing their fingers together.

“Well, it’s getting late, don't you think?” she asked with an awkward smile, “We should get going.”

“Yeah,” Lyle growled lowly as he stood, keeping a tight grip on the ravnette’s hand as he led her outside.

Feeling something strange he lifted the female’s hand as they approached his car only to find that there was medical tape covering the outer part of her hand.

“What happened?” he asked with a small glare.

“I honestly don’t know,” shrugged the ravenette, “We were unloading the trailer during class and I guess I slightly skinned myself on something.”

“You are going to lose a limb one day and you won’t realize it until you pass out from blood loss,” Lyle replied with an annoyed look on his face.

“You’re not wrong,” chuckled Rhamina as she got in the car, waiting for her friend.

“So you’re staying the night, right?” she asked once the brunet got back in his vehicle.

“I’m staying for the rest of the week actually,” he corrected after starting the car, “So you’re driving in the morning.”

“Fair enough,” she chirped while looking out the window at the darkness of Temecula.

It was silent for most of the drive as neither of the teenagers were in the mood to play any music.

“Hey, Lyle?” Rhamina asked, eyes still trained on the landscape beyond the glass, “What would you do if I were a criminal?”

“You already are one aren’t you?” he responded carefully, glancing towards the female with his peripheral vision.

“I’m not talking about shoplifting, Lyle,” sighed the ravenette, leaning her head on the glass as she closed her eyes, “What if I were a murderer? Would you hate me?”

“What kind of questions are these, Rhamina?” the male asked, an image of the man’s stare popping into his head.

After a minute of silence the male sighed before answering, “At this point I don’t think I could hate you for anything.”

“But what if I were twisted enough to enjoy it? What if my mind were so far gone? Would you still try to vouch for me then?”

“Rhamina, you’ve literally gotten thrown, degraded, and almost killed in order to prove that I wasn’t just some hopeless delinquent only looking for a fight,” the male scoffed, tightening his grip on the wheel before loosening it with a deep breathe, “Don’t you think I would do the same for you?”

“I know you would and that’s what concerns me,” the ravenette muttered so the male couldn’t hear her but he did and a frown appeared on his face.

When the pair arrived at the female’s home, Rhamina said, “You can take the room right next to mine,” as she stuck her keys in the door.

“Like always,” Lyle chuckled as the teen pushed open the door to be greeted by her dogs as well as her mother.

“Hi, Lyle,” the Filipino greeted as the pair stepped inside, “How are your parents?”

“In Vegas… Again.”

“Ah, well, Mina, your jacket is on your bed,” the mother said, turning to her daughter that set her water jug on the kitchen counter, “Go try it on I want to see.”

“Oh, you already picked it up?” the ravenette asked, not a trace of excitement coming through her tired expression before she rushed up the stairs, leaving the brunet to follow after her.

Without needing to ask, Lyle just sat on the ravenette’s bed as he waited for her to finish changing in her closet.

After five minutes the female emerged from her closet wearing a black camisole and black shorts with her own letterman jacket over it.

A dumb smile was on her face as she looked over the jacket on her form.

The body was a navy blue color with white embroidering for the female’s name, school, and activity; while, the sleeves were a grey leather with a class patch on the left and two other patches she brought in on her right. There were three more patches on her back under her last name as well as a smaller patch of a red fox on her left pocket.

Overall, Rhamina was very satisfied with it and thought it summed up her achievements well.

“Dude, this is going to be sick once it’s done!” the ravenette sung as she took it off and hung it back in her closet, “My mom is making me get patches from all of the comps we go to so I can add them later. Plus she got me a Sailor Moon patch and a sugar skull too!”

As the evening went on the two just kept talking until Rhamina just cringed at her personal phone screen.

“What happened?”

“You don’t want to know,” the ravenette groaned as she began typing out something only to let out a yelp when the male took her device.

“Wait you really don’t want to read that!” Rhamina squealed as she tried to reach her phone only for the male to lay down on her.

“It honestly can’t be that bad,” the brunet chuckled only to earn a small glare while he read as his own expression fell.

“I fucking told you so.”

“Your sisters share way too much information,” hissed the teen as he placed the purple phone onto the floor beside the bed.

“Yeah, I know. I’ve lived with it four like nine years now?” she replied before tapping the male on the shoulder, “Can you get off now?”

“No,” Lyle huffed as he blocked his eyes from the lights above them, “I’m comfortable.”

“No, like it’s getting hard to breathe, Lyle.”

“Fine,” the male huffed as he scooted off the female only to wrap his arms around her waist and put his leg over hers so she couldn’t escape.

“You’re a fucking child, at least let me turn off the lights so I can sleep somewhat normally,” Rhamina said as she tried to struggle against her friend.

“No.”

“You piece of-” Ring! Ring! Ring!

With a sigh the male reaches behind him to where he threw his phone and answers it.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” a female voice screeches through the phone as Rhamina smirked, already knowing who it was.

“Chloe? Why the fuck did you call me?”

“Get off of her!” the fifteen-year-old demanded as chuckled began to erupt from the ravenette who was still trapped in a cage of limbs.

“How the fuck did you even know-” “My ‘Mina Senses’ were tingling, now get the fuck off!” she continued with an accent on her last two words before abruptly hanging up.

“Well, better do as she says and use this chance to change please,” Rhamina said as she sat up, pushing Lyle’s arms away.

The brunet reluctantly did as he was told, cursing under his breath on his way to the bathroom.

Five minutes later the male returned to the bedroom which was now covered in darkness, the only light coming from the ravenette’s phone.

“Are you actually sleeping in here?” she asked as Lyle placed himself on the right side of the bed.

“What does it look like?” he asked as he scooted closer to the female to see what she was watching.

“God dammit I have really weird sleep rituals you know?” the ravenette hissed as the video came to a close.

“What, do you listen to anime ASMR in order to fall asleep or some shit?” Lyle chuckled earning silence from the female as she placed her phone on the ground and turned her head the other way, “Seriously?”

“Shut up! Their voices are soothing and it distracts me from my late night thoughts,” muttered the ravenette as she shifted to face her friend, “They’re disturbing as hell… It’s not like I’m listening to hentai or something.”

“How about we just talk then?” the male suggested after a few moments in the darkness, “Just close your eyes and have a conversation with me.”

“Okay,” Rhamina sighed as she closed her eyes.

“Did you know it would take the blood of about 400 people to make the blade of a longsword?” she asked causing the male to snap his eyes open and just stare.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“You said to have a conversation and I started one.”

“Where did you even get that information?”

“Internet.”

Ting!

An unfamiliar tone rang out through the room.

“What was that?” Lyle asked as the ravenette shifted again.

“It’s just my work phone, Lyle,” she whispered, “I can look at that in the morning.”

“Was it from that guy?”

“Koda?” Rhamina asked with a yawn, “Yeah, probably. He’s the only one that actually texts, the others usually email.”

“You need to stay away from him. He gives off dangerous vibes.”

“I know, Lyle. I know.”

“Then why do you still-?” “Fate is an ass, okay?” the ravenette said before Lyle could even finish his question, “I know being around him will cause me trouble through association but he isn’t a bad person and he isn’t looking to purposely hurt me. If I get into any trouble it’ll be my fault. I know that and I accept that.”

“You’re fucking stupid,” hissed the male as he wrapped his arms around the teen.

“I know.”

The next day passed by quickly with Rhamina taking the bus home once again since Lyle had practice.

Once she was in the seclusion of her room she immediately flopped face down onto her bed and let out a scream.

Apparently, the money she had been earning and donating to the band program wasn’t enough.

If they didn’t get more money winter season would be canceled and possibly the program would cease to exist by the next year.

‘Why can’t people actually give us funding?’ she thought as frustrated tears rolled down her cheeks, ‘We put hundreds of hours into an eight minute performance and no one gives a shit but others in the activity. It isn’t fair. We have more trophies than our own football team and the district can’t replace the percussion instruments we’ve had since the school opened when they spend about $400,000 a year on the football team. Our team isn’t even that good!’

With heavy breaths the ravenette looked to the side to see a sharpened knife she kept on a shelf for crafting purposes.

As she stared at the blade a notification tone came from her work phone.

It was a message from Koda saying that he had secured another job and needed information on a girl named Kaya Marni.

Making her way over to her altar she placed a bundle of feathers at the eastern point of it, a candle at the southern point, a bottle of charged water at the western point, and an amethyst crystal at the northern point.

She then placed an old leather journal as well as a fountain pen in the center, over a drawn pentagram before she opened the circle.

Once she did so the ravenette opened her eyes to see a light purple aura covering her.

Turning to the mirror behind her she could see the aura form into nine tails behind her as well as a pair of pointed ears on her head while the gold flecks in her eyes glowed bright.

Opening the journal she handed the pen to one of the tails and felt her aura expand and search.

After a few moments the tail began writing in the journal about the new target and it appeared that the girl went to her school.

Once it had finished sketching out the girl, Rhamina knew why the name had seemed familiar to her.

It was one of the girls from her bus and Rhamina did not like her.

The girl was very entitled to herself and extremely rude.

The ravenette couldn’t help but chuckle at the fact the younger female would suffer quite a painful death if she acted the way she normally did.

“God I am so fucked up,” she chuckled before closing the circle and putting everything back where it was supposed to go before sending the information off to Koda.

However, as she did so a thought came to her.

‘Why don’t just do the same thing I did when I started playing? I might be able to earn more money that way.’

Immediately turning off the location on the cheap phone, she connected her bluetooth keyboard and made her way to the dark web.

‘It’s been awhile since I’ve seen this,’ she thought as she scrolled through the old website she used to run when she first sold information, ‘Jesus Christ this is old.’

She spent the next hour fixing and updating the website before she made her first post in five years.

“Guess who’s not dead?”

Once she was satisfied with how the website looked, she exited and sent a text to Koda asking if there was an easier way to access the dark web since she only knew the long way, before hopping into the shower.

In a darkened apartment, a brunet with crimson irises looked down from his TV to see a notification on his phone.

His eyes narrowed as he scrolled through the new website seeing that there were already fifty requests in the first half hour that it had been up.

“What the hell does she think she’s doing?” the male growled as he stormed over to his computer and pulled up a log of the ravenette’s recent text messages, stopping when he read a group chat message.

“Announcement!” it read, “You will be needing your own ride back from the competition this week since we cannot afford busses. Also because we aren’t receiving much donations and since people aren’t paying their fees, we might have to cancel winter season altogether this year.”

The twenty-one-year-old’s eyebrow twitched as he called the teen.

“Kitsami, what are you thinking? You’re already part of one major game right now and now is the time you decide to revive your website?! All for what a stupid school program?” the male hissed and he could feel the air around him thicken and drop in temperature.

“Shut up, K, you don’t know shit!” the ravenette hissed, “This program is what kept me alive all four years of highschool, like hell I’m letting it tank. Let me be selfish dammit! I know I’m already playing a game that I’m most likely to lose! Let me take advantage of what I have!”

“I’m trying to make sure neither of us lose! You said your plan was to lay low and let the other players kill each other off. What happened to that?”

“It’s not like I’m actually going after anyone! And so what if they do come to me? Let them, I am different than I was in sixth grade. Hell! I’m different than I was literally this summer! I have something to live for now and you bet your ass I’m not going to die because of this shit!”

The man took a deep breath before a small smile graced his face and he said, “I’m honestly glad you grew up to be like this but now you’ve just given me even more reason to worry about you. You do realize that just because you have magic doesn’t mean you’re invincible right?”

“I should be the one telling you that,” huffed the teen as she plopped onto her bed, “I know the dangers and weaknesses of most magic, K, I’ll be fine. Plus it just adds another fun factor to the game!”

A smirk appeared on the male’s face before he responded, “You’re right about that, but are you sure you’re willing to take that risk?”

“I’ve taken it before haven’t I?”

“Fine, but you better not do anything stupid.”

“I won’t, I know that people have gotten better at this, but you can’t forget that I have too.”

As Lyle parked his car in the ravenette’s driveway he noticed that the teen’s blinds were open for once giving him a clear view into her room.

‘That’s weird,’ he thought as he sent a text to Rhamina, telling her that he was at the door, ‘She hates having her blinds open.’

Not even three seconds later the front door opened to reveal the ravenette in her house clothes and hair wet from the shower she just took.

“Welcome back,” She chirped closing the door behind the brunet once he had stepped inside, “How was practice?”

“It was fine,” he sighed while taking off his shoes before continuing on into the Filipino household, “Why are your blinds open?”

“Oh, I need to show you!” the teen squealed with a bright smile, “It’s really cute!”

“Should I be worried?” the male asked with a slightly tired glare.

“No! Now come on,” the female urged as she dragged the male up the stairs and into her room.

She led him to her bed and gestured at the window whose blinds were open, willingly, for once.

On the other side of the glass was a nest with four small eggs inside it.

“What the hell?”

“They’re dove eggs, I just noticed it a few minutes ago when I was checking for cars outside,” explained Rhamina with a smile, “Apparently, this happened while we were at school so there is a chance my alarm might just be the doves.”

“Why were you checking for cars?” the brunet asked as he laid his head down in the female’s lap as she gazed at the eggs.

“I don’t know if you noticed this yet, but there are really shady people in Temecula, Lyle,” she explained while petting his hair, “Have you ever wondered why we keep our porch lights on all night long?”

“Literally three years ago there were kids walking around here with guns, knocking on peoples’ doors in the middle of the night,” she continued with a sigh as she moved to close the blinds, “they came to our house on a night in summer so my family was all downstairs watching anime. I remember the doorbell ringing and being hella confused since it was around midnight. None of us answered the door but we heard from our neighbors the next day that people were going around at night knocking on peoples’ doors.”

“I never heard about that,” Lyle said as he looked up at his friend.

“Yeah,” she shrugged, “This place really isn’t as quiet as people think. The only reason it’s so ‘safe’ is that the people who commit crimes here know how to clean up and hide their tracks.”

“Would you be one of them?”

“No,” the ravenette chuckled, “I don’t have time to think of something or pull it off, but I do know some of them… I think I told you about Maritza?”

“Oh yeah, the one with the deranged cousin,” the male spoke after a few moments of thinking.

“Yes, that one. He literally went to jail in middle school for doing heroin on the side of the road but was bailed out by his cousin,” Rhamina continued with a smile as she reminisced on her past.

“Well, I’m going to go take a shower then,” Lyle said with a yawn as he stood up and walked out of the room.

Once the door was closed behind him, the ravenette reached for her work phone and pulled up her newly made up website to see her inbox was flooded.

With a smile she went and answered the easiest questions, allowing the money to be transferred to one of her accounts.

It was honestly surprising to see that so many people were willing to pay such an amount for stupid questions such as ‘How do I get my wife to not leave me?’ or ‘How do I hide this body?’ Anyone could literally find this information on a blog site but she was getting paid so who was Rhamina to complain?

The ravenette was having fun answering questions and providing information until a certain comment caught her attention.

It read: 

‘You’re just a fake, magic isn’t real, Cunt.’

‘This person literally paid $10 just to insult me,’ the ravenette thought with a glare, ‘They should no better than to fuck with people on the dark web.’

As the temperature dropped, the ravenette lifted the phone to her lips as she recorded a message for the sender.

The next morning as the two teens were getting ready for school the news played in the background.

They sat beside each other at the table as Rhamina was playing an anime on her phone for both of them to watch.

“That kid is way to happy…”

“That boy dead,” Rhamina concluded before taking a bite of her toast with an egg on it.

“Took the words right out of my mouth,” Lyle replied as they both kept their eyes on the beautifully animated piece.

“Fucking called it,” the ravenette spoke with a hand in front of her mouth as the said character was just shot in the head.

“You know it’s kind of sad when you can tell if a character dies just by them being on screen for five seconds,” the brunet commented earning a middle finger from Rhamina who was still chewing.

“And what does that say about you?” she retorted, “You said the same thing!”

“I don’t recall actually saying that he would die,” Lyle shrugged with a smug smirk, “I just said that I agreed with you.”

“Fucking bullshit!”

“...And just last night a man was found dead in his apartment,” the news anchor spoke, “He was said to have been dealing with the Dark web and died with his phone in hand after listening to an audio clip he had received.”

Both teens turned to the tv when the anchor had spoke and the ravenette raised a brow.

‘So the fucker lived in Idaho, huh?’ she thought as she read the headline.

“Police are currently unable to determine the direct cause of death but there were many signs of struggle in the man’s apartment, leading people to believe he was murdered,” the news anchor continued as pictures and video of the crime scene were shown, “Regarding the audio clip he was listening to,  the police were given an anonymous tip that it was from someone on the dark web. We were given special permission to play the clip to display how dangerous and real the dark web actually is, so here it is.”

“So you think this is all just pretend, don’t you?” the voice speaking sounded disembodied and slightly distorted; however, it was quite easy to tell that the voice was female, “You obviously haven’t been in the game long and won’t be for much longer but here’s a tip, if you want to insult someone, make sure that the individual can’t retaliate and that they can’t find you.”

~~~Fin. Chapter 2~~~

[autumn-pines]

Eh, Who Needs Love?

Time and time again romance has failed for both Stan and Wendy. But hey, who needs love when you can just have fun stealing a diamond and picking some locks?

EDIT-This fic now has a sequal-When You Can Steal Diamonds?

  Today was turning out to be rather strange.

It started out alright, it was only when Wendy was just hanging out with her friends before heading out to work and be fashionably late did things start to become a little weird.

Wendy had been listening to Robbie chatter on about his new album until suddenly Robbie paused. Wendy glanced over only to see that he was staring at Tambry, who was standing next to Nate and Lee as they tried out a new handshake.

After a few seconds, Tambry looked up and smiled at Robbie, who instantly smiled back, his cheeks reddening.

Wendy blinked in confusion, wondering how a simple glance could make Robbie blush. She tilted her head, trying to think if there was a time when she blushed and smiled from Robbie looking at her.

Nothing came to mind.

On her way to the Shack, she couldn't help but ponder how Robbie and Tambry were actually in a good relationship and happy.

She had dated like what, at least six guys and none of their relationships lasted beyond three weeks, tops. They just never felt right, plus awkwardness always hagged at Wendy whenever the guys tried to have an intimate moment or kiss her.

She just...didn't want it.

But wasn't she supposed to?

"Something on your mind, kiddo? Or do you like staring at the wall for ten minutes straight?"

Wendy flinched as the voice intruded her thoughts, bringing her back to reality. She turned her head and saw Stan leaning against his 8-ball cane, his eyebrows pointedly raised at her.

Quickly, Wendy allowed a casual look to slide in and for her body to relax. "Oh, hey, Stan."

"That's Mr. Pines for-" Stan began, his voice firm until he stopped, his expression considerate, and then shrugged. "Eh, you know what? I don't care. I've been called worse things."

Wendy rolled her eyes loosely, but then squinted at her boss as a thought struck her. Has Stan ever been in a relationship that has lasted longer than any of hers? She couldn't recall a time where he had not been slapped or getting a blank stare after trying to flirt, but still...

"Heya, so, Stan." Wendy started, trying to phrase the question in a non-weird manner. "Have you ever been in a relationship that lasted longer than a few weeks?"

"Um," Stan leaned back a bit, looking confused at the sudden turn in topic. "Whaddya' mean? Like, a romantic relationship?"

At Wendy's nod, Stan's eyes traveled to the ceiling. "Uhhhh. Yes. I had girlfriend about forty years ago. That lasted for about a month, though. But hey, I did get married!"

Wendy gave him a skeptic look. "I don't think that creepy statue counts, Stan."

Stan slapped a hand to his chest, giving her an offended look. "I'll have you know that Goldie is a fantastic money-maker! But nah, I wasn't talking about that. I got married to a gal once, until she tried to steal my car less than an hour later. Why are you asking sudden personal questions anyways?"

Wendy bit her tongue, unsure on how to answer, or even if she should answer. Eh, this probably wouldn't cost her job. "Uh, so you know my ex-boyfriend, Robbie?"

"Ya' mean that creepy teen with black hair and skinny jeans?"

"Um, yes."

"Then sure, what about him? Do I have another reason to punch a teenager?" Stan cracked his knuckles, his face eerily eager.

"And that would be a no. Sorry." Wendy denied, a large part of her amused. "But um, anyways, Robbie and Tambry have started dating like a few days ago, and they're so happy? Like, they smile and touch each other a lot and I just don't get why?"

She sighed, frustrated with her lack of understanding. "And just-I don't know. None of my relationships were like that and I've dated a lot of guys. It seems so weird to me for someone to just blush if another person looks at them. And it never felt right when someone tried to kiss me or something."

"Plus, everyone at the high school keep talking about who they like and whenever I say I don't like someone I get these looks. I don't see why I have to be with someone when I could just have some fun with my friends."

Unable to think of anything else to say, Wendy fell silent, and then started when she realized she just ranted to her boss about her confusion with relationships. Welp. At least it wasn't Mabel.

"Hm. Yeah, I see where you're comin' from." Stan spoke up nonchalantly.

"Wai-really?"  Wendy asked, surprised. That...was not quite the answer she'd been expecting.

"Yup."

"Okay, nooo offense, Stan, but you like-flirt with a lot of ladies. And didn't you try to hook up with Lazy Susan once?" Wendy questioned, confused on how Stan out of all people could understand her.

"Uh, yeah. But um, I'll admit, kid. I kinda always found it strange, too." Stan admitted rather haltingly, his eyes looking at everywhere but her. "Back in my day, uh, a lot of kids were talkin' about their girlfriends or boyfriends too, and I just was never interested in it. I did try it, to try and see what everyone was yappin' about, but it just didn't work out."

He shrugged, "And well, I guess I still do try every once and awhile. Habits die hard, y'know? But honestly, I don't care for that mushy romantic stuff..." He trailed off, his expression steadily growing more and more awkward.

"So you've, never enjoyed being in a relationship?" Wendy cocked her head, interested.

"Well, it was nice and all being around someone I liked. But that someone always just expected something else from me that I guess I don't have." Stan reflected, shifting his hands on the cane.

“But, arn't we supposed to like someone?” Wendy scratched at the wood with her nails, frowning.

“Meh. People are supposed to like a lot of things, but some people don't. I’m supposed to like obeying the law, but I don't. I can’t see why just wanting some friends would be wrong. You do you.” Stan rubbed the back of his neck.

"Huh. Wow-that's, that's pretty cool." Wendy grinned, feeling relief that she apparently wasn't the only one that felt uninterested in being in a relationship. And to think that it was her boss she was relating to.

"If you say so, kid.” Stan coughed. "But enough of this weird talk. I've already taught you how to pick high-quality locks right? 'Cause I've heard that there's a diamond in the bank downtown, and I think it's about time for you to move past shoplifting and onto committing a real crime."

Wendy's grin only stretched wider. "Sounds great to me. But I am not going to be the one to pay our bail."

"Bail?" Stan's eyebrows scrunched together. "Who said we were going to get caught?"

Later, while definitely driving more than sixty miles per hour away from the bank and wailing police cars, Wendy glanced over at Stan, who was laughing about how they managed to escape, and cleared her throat. "Hey, Stan?"

Stan stopped and looked over at her with a mischievous grin. "What's up, kid?"

"Thank you."

"Yeah, whatever, kiddo. Anytime."

And I’m going to tag @mistrel-fox and @knights-in-two-dreams since they wanted a fic like this. Hope you guys enjoy!

Anyways, this was fun to write! The diamond theft is based off a cut storyline involving Stan and Wendy, and I thought why not. I decided not to include the diamond-stealing scene, so that this was kept at a reasonable length, but I'm considering writing that part out in a different fic if anybody's interested! 

[shirtlesssammy]

10x09: The Things We Left Behind

Then:

Netflix, why won’t you let me watch the Then segment? Here’s our recap for 10x08.

Now:

Welcome to the pain. MOC!Dean had a nightmare about murder.

At a youth transition center in Pontiac, IL, we’re re-introduced to troubled teen, Claire Novak, who has a severe attitude problem. It seems she was caught shoplifting and now she’s heading to solitary for a bit. (No wonder Claire’s a little angry...she’s an orphan in a juvie center that treats the kids less than human. Ugh.) The next morning, the guard announces that she has a visitor: her father. The emotions that flit her face just break me. She remembers the first time she met Castiel (“I am not your father”) and she knows the man in front of her isn’t her father, but her reaction to seeing the man with her father’s face is heartbreaking. She feigns toughness and demands, “You took everything from me. What do you want now?” Castiel responds, “Nothing, I just—I came here to help you.” Cas asks about Amelia, and we learn that a few months after Cas ripped apart their family, she left Claire with her mother and “went to go find herself.” And ever since Claire’s grandmother died, she’s been living the dream.

Cas wants to help, so Claire asks him to get her out of there.

Step One: Put on a tie, Cas.

(This was uncalled for.)

Step Two: Meet with the woman running the joint and convince her to release Claire to her “father”. She sees through their bullshit immediately. (But it sure is cute to watch Cas try.)

At the bunker, Dean’s self-medicating with the Three Stooges, and Sam’s helping by bringing him a grilled cheese sandwich. The Mark of Cain is not far from either of their thoughts.

Back at juvie, Cas enacts Step Three: He busts Claire out in the dead of night.

Rowena!

Crowley’s got her chained up in his dungeon. A demon brings in another demon that is topside illegally. She pleads to see him, but is rebuffed.

Cas takes Claire to a restaurant for some vegetables.

Claire tells Cas that he’s changed. He used to be a dick and now he’s just kind of a doof. Cas bby, bonding with your pseudo-daughter. He has changed. He’s seen the world, and understands humanity a little better.

The check comes and Cas asks Claire where they’re going next. Claire builds her walls again and tells him she doesn’t need babysitting. Just because he’s feeling guilty, doesn’t mean there’s more to their relationship. Cas won’t take no for an answer, so Claire switches gears. While Cas is attempting to pay for the meal, she heads to the ladies room, only to sneak out and hitch a ride (with Cas’s money.)

Cas calls the brothers to help him with locating Claire. Dean’s none too pleased (but let’s be real, he’s pleased.) Sam heads off to the youth center for possible leads, while Dean and Cas stay behind.

!!!BURGER DATE ALERT!!!

I don’t need to be that dramatic, but this is a *moment* with these two. There’s sailing ships and bi!plaid shirts, and most importantly, real honest conversation. There’s support and advice and kindness and confessions and...and...sigh. They’re each other’s biggest champions and neither of them can see it.

Meanwhile, Rowena butters up to the other demon. They swap stories and Rowena admits that she’s locked up because she “was a horrible mother.” Crowley concurs.

At the youth center, Sam learns that Claire had a friendship with a Dustin Tate. Claire also ran away a lot --one time for six months. Sam wonders where she hid out.

We soon find out it’s at a house of a man named Randy. Claire gives him Cas’s wallet (oof, it even had Jimmy’s wallet --and I’m JUST NOW figuring out why Cas’s birthday is always in July in fanfic. I feel like such a fake fan sometimes.) Despite her best efforts, Randy admits they’re “still short.” It seems that whatever Randy’s got himself into, it’s coming due later than night. This whole situation with Randy is beyond creepy. He guilts Claire more, and she implores him that there must be something more they can do. Randy has shifty eyes. He clearly has a plan for Claire.

Cas and the Winchesters ambush Dustin as he heads in to the Wiener Hut for work that night. Cas hoists him up along the wall by his throat so he’s really not holding much back. The Winchesters look on. YAWN another day at the office. Claire is busy robbing a convenience store so she can buy Randy out of his trouble. Cas intercepts her just as she starts to slip the gun out of her pocket and surprise the cashier.

Cas gives her a stern talk in the alley. Robbing people is wrong! Claire tells Cas that he killed her dad so who is he to talk about wrong or right with her? She pulls a gun on Cas and when he tells her, gently, that it won’t hurt him she swings it around to Sam and Dean. “You just stood there while this monster took my dad,” she says. When she turns back to Cas she tells him she used to pray to him every night about her dad.

“I know,” Cas says. Oh, Cas. He’s remorseful but they still try to convince her that she’s better off not going back to Randy. Claire tells him Randy is family - not Cas. Family don’t end in blood, after all.

Back with Rowena, a smirking guard approaches. Crowley is ready to see her! She’s led into the throne room where she addresses him as “Fergus.” Crowley looooves that so they’re off to a running start.

Rowena congratulates him on becoming King of Hell. Crowley scowls at her proud mama routine and asks her why she abandoned him at the age of eight. She lobs excuses at him.

Crowley’s having none of it, though, and he tells her he has a family already. (Ah, the themes are tying together so nicely now.) Rowena mocks him, though. Backstabbing demons make poor family. “I’ll always be your mother. And I’ll always love you.” She kisses him tenderly on his forehead while he looks ahead, his face a grim mask.

Meanwhile Sam, Dean, and Cas hit a bar. Cas asks for a shot of alcohol to burn away his pain. He’s worried about Claire but Dean tells him in his sweetest, most friendly manner (<sarcasm>) that Cas wearing “her old man’s meatsuit” doesn’t exactly help out his cause. The look Sam shoots him:

Sam tells Cas that Claire loved her father so she’s not going to get over her dislike of Cas any time soon. Cas reveals that he never knew his own father so he doesn’t understand the bond. He asks the Winchesters about their dad. “He’s not gonna win any number one dad awards,” Dean says, winning this prize I just created for UNDERSTATEMENT OF THE YEAR. Sam prompts him to tell a story of a visit to New York. They were in the area for a hunt and after Sam and John fell asleep Dean snuck off to CBGB. Dean gets roofied and as he slips into a haze John Winchester shows up and scares everyone around Dean. Afterward, John tells Dean he’s not his friend, he’s his father - and his job is to raise Dean right. And he did it! Dean grew up super well adjusted! Dean slams down the rest of his whiskey. Cas worries about Claire. Do they think she’s in trouble? Yes, yes they do.

Back at Randy’s Claire busts in on a little crime boss confrontation. Randy’s cornered while they shake him down for their money. Claire spits in the boss’ face, so they’re all off to a really great start. They haul Claire away and the boss tells Randy that he sees through his “caring father” act as a way to get her to steal for him. Randy tells him that he’s willing to bargain Claire for the rest of his debt if the deal is sweet enough.

At Hell headquarters, Rowena is about to be locked up again when she and the other prisoner accuse Gerald of smuggling people out of Hell. Crowley ends up knifing Gerald and then tells his mother she’s free. The other prisoner hisses at Rowena. “You said if I lied, you’d get me out of here.” Rowena tells her she’ll be back soon (probably with a knife or something) and closes the cell door behind her.

Back with Claire, creepy crime boss walks in on her, then locks the bedroom door. He approaches her insidiously and touches her face. She kicks him in the balls. Downstairs the front door opens. Cas power blasts the guy who answers the door and they hear Claire screaming. Cas breaks the bedroom door down, allowing Claire to get the upper hand. She kicks the ever loving shit out of the crime boss before Cas drags her away.

Cas, Sam, and Claire race out the front door. Dean threatens the rest of the criminals, telling them to keep their distance. He gets surprised by the crime boss smashing a bottle over his head from behind. We flash back to the Mark of Cain and all the darkness it’s brought Dean. “You guys don’t wanna do this,” he warns. The crime boss scoffs and kicks him in the head.

Outside Sam, Cas, and Claire climb into the Impala when they realize Dean isn’t with them. Sam hears the sounds of a fight from inside the house and races to help Dean.

We cut to Dean, whose vision from the episode open is interspersed with reality now. Dead bodies are scattered everywhere and Dean holds a bloody knife. Sam runs up to Dean who’s kneeling shocked on the floor. He begs him to say that he had to kill them all. That it was him or them. “I didn’t mean to,” Dean says - which is NOT ACCEPTABLE. Cas looks in horror at the wreckage. Yeah, Dean’s doing greeaaaat with the Mark of Cain.

You’re Not My Quotes:

I fight certain deadly threats to humanity.

It’s just people trying to do their best in a world where it’s far too easy to do your worst.

How are you, Dean?

“I think I might have bedbugs. Any tips?” “Of course. Sleep tight and don’t let the bedbugs bite.”

Fergus. Sounds like a venereal disease and not the fun kind.

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Kirsten ‘Kiwi’ Smith Interview – Hollywood Life

http://tinyurl.com/y4pm8thw ‘Trinkets’ is Netflix’s latest teen drama that it is advisable to be watching. HL spoke EXCLUSIVELY with EP and creator Kirsten ‘Kiwi’ Smith about taking her ebook to TV, casting the core trio, and extra. Trinkets is completely your subsequent summer season binge. The 10-episode sequence can be launched on June 14. The present follows three teenage ladies from completely different corners of the highschool cafeteria who discover themselves in the identical mandated Shoplifter’s Nameless assembly. From there, an unlikely friendship types. Elodie (Brianna Hildebrand), the grieving misfit; Moe (Kiana Madeira), the mysterious outsider; and Tabitha (Quintessa Swindell), the imperfect image of perfection, will discover energy in one another as they negotiate household points, highschool drama and the sophisticated dilemma of making an attempt to slot in whereas longing to interrupt out. The present relies on the younger grownup novel by Kirsten “Kiwi” Smith, who serves as an govt producer. Kirsten is thought for writing hit teen motion pictures like 10 Issues I Hate About You and She’s The Man, in addition to Legally Blonde. HollywoodLife talked EXCLUSIVELY with Kiwi concerning the sequence, why teen dramas are so vital, and extra. Take a look at our full Q&A under. Trinkets relies in your younger grownup novel of the identical title. Had you at all times wished to adapt Trinkets right into a TV present?Kirsten “Kiwi” Smith: It’s actually humorous as a result of the preliminary concept that I had after I got here up with the idea, I used to be pondering it could be an ideal film. After which I didn’t write it as a film and I ended up writing it as a novel, as a substitute of writing it as a screenplay. So it’s actually humorous that now it’s turn out to be a present, however I believe novels and TV are actually. They’re good kindred spirits as a result of they’re each type of in it for the lengthy haul, when it comes to exploring the characters in a manner {that a} film is extra finite. On the heart of the sequence is three ladies performed by Brianna, Kiana, and Quintessa. They’re all unimaginable of their roles, I’ve to say. As somebody who created these characters, what stood out about these three that made them good for every of their particular person roles?Kirsten “Kiwi” Smith: Nicely, Quintessa has this depth to them. Quintessa is only a deep human. Along with being an attractive human, they’re additionally relatively very deep. So, they had been good for the position as a result of Tabitha has so many layers to unpack. Brianna as Elodie, she’s only a wonderful, sensible actor. Who was your favourite while you’re watching? Who had been you figuring out most with? I liked Tabitha. I assumed Brianna was nice and it’s such a distinct position than what we’ve seen together with her in Deadpool. So I liked her breaking out and doing somewhat bit one thing completely different. However simply as somebody who captivated me, I liked Tabitha from begin to end. I assumed the character was so layered, and Quintessa did an excellent job. This was their first main position.Kirsten “Kiwi” Smith: That’s proper. Truly, Quintessa had been at my home for a buddy’s birthday celebration, they usually didn’t discuss to me. They stated they had been shy, after which later it was actually wild as a result of they only occurred to be there. Later after they had been forged, they had been like, “I’ve been at your own home earlier than,” and I used to be like, “What?” They stated like, “I didn’t actually need to hassle you.” I used to be like, “Why didn’t you say one thing?” So, I really feel prefer it was future that Quintessa was forged as a result of we had been in one another’s orbit fairly straight. Brianna, she’s so humorous, though she has to hold numerous grief within the position, however she has a lot comedian nuance and delicate comedian nuance, which I believe is simply nice. Kianna is a power of nature as Mo and he or she drives a lot together with her power that it was an instantaneous lock in seeing her as Mo. I’m the luckiest creator and producer and author alive, actually, to have the ability to have this group, and it extends all over the forged, actually. Odiseas [Georgiadis] is wonderful and Henry and Brandon. I really like Kat Crafty, who comes in the midst of the story as a love curiosity for Elodie and brings her personal music into it. I liked her as effectively. Do the primary 10 episodes full your ebook or does it go away it open for extra?Kirsten “Kiwi” Smith: It covers numerous it. There are some things left within the ebook, a couple of completely different paths that we took within the present that left some characters behind from the ebook that we would pull into future tales if now we have the chance to take action. So that you’re undoubtedly contemplating a season 2? You undoubtedly have tales prepared to inform.Kirsten “Kiwi” Smith: We’ve numerous tales to inform, so if we’re so lucky to get that, we’re armed and able to go. I can reside with these characters for a very long time. The ebook was written in 2013 and the present is debuting in 2019. Did you end up having to adapt to this period?Kirsten “Kiwi” Smith: Oh my gosh, sure. All the things is sort of completely different. The core emotional journeys are the identical, and the writers that I collaborated with on the present, Amy and Emily, they had been very loving concerning the ebook and continued to, as we had been speaking concerning the season, would deliver up traces from the ebook after which episodes could be constructed round sure traces or moments from the ebook. So, they virtually held onto it as a textual content in a extremely candy far more than I did as a result of I used to be like, “Let’s break away and go forth” they usually’re like, “Nope, however wait, remembering your ebook, there’s this nice scene.” They might be bringing the copies of the ebook with a highlighted passage that may then be learn within the writers’ room. They’re simply unimaginable and really endearing. I believe it’s obtained a component of nostalgia that we’re making an attempt to make it as genuine as we probably can and in addition straddling the tone of actually severe points. Critical stuff is occurring, but it surely’s by no means in a very tremendous pitch black manner. We wished to be earnest and heat and have this sense that irrespective of how darkish it will get that the friendship goes to be the factor that saves them. Completely. As somebody who watched 10 Issues I Hate About You religiously, Larisa Oleynik is on this as effectively. Was this only a joyful coincidence? How did this come again?Kirsten “Kiwi” Smith: That is all by design. It was. I stayed in contact together with her, after all, over time. She’s sensible and once we had been speaking about casting Shawn, it simply appeared so good to me to have somebody that was from a earlier era. She’s type of an icon with taking part in Alex Mack, too, and I simply love the concept that she could be then guiding these younger girls into serving to them get on their path. So, it appeared like a neat factor to me that I used to be actually excited to get her and I’m glad you loved that. I hope individuals discover that type of somewhat little bit of a enjoyable shout out and tie it collectively to her different work. That is your first foray into tv, proper? What was that like for you going from doing motion pictures to doing a 10-episode sequence?Kirsten “Kiwi” Smith: I believe it’s identical to pondering in that longer kind. Happily, I had written a novel so I used to be type of pondering in longer kind, however my mind is unquestionably skilled to assume in a three-act construction, so it was actually nice to have the ability to work in partnership to construct out the season arc. Principally, once we first began speaking about it, we talked about it as an extended film with three acts after which we had all these built-in, little micro cliffhangers into it simply, even once we first began chatting about it. It’s a distinct muscle since you’re wanting to maintain issues going, whereas in a film you’re eager to tie issues up. So it’s type of like writing a really lengthy second act of a film as a result of then the screenplay, there’s three acts. It’s such as you’re writing an extended second act however you’re placing in numerous cliffhangers on the finish of episodes like novels. So, it felt like that to me. I’d been in a writers’ room very early in my profession with Karen, my longtime writing associate, and we’d been on workers of the sitcoms. I had a basic sense of how a writers’ room felt and regarded and in order that was good going into it. However actually constructing as much as, Amy and Emily and I type of crafted the overview of the season collectively. It was loopy, although, as a result of it’s simply with a film you’ll be able to chill in your underwear and take your time. With TV, there’s numerous aggressive deadlines that you must be very accountable and meet all of that as a result of it’s not simply you in your skivvies dreaming up a film. It’s lots of people concerned. In the event you had been to get a season 2, is there one other actor out of your motion pictures that you just want to seem on the present? Kirsten “Kiwi” Smith: I believe it could be wonderful to have Andrew Keegan seem someplace. I believe it could be actually good. You’ve accomplished many nice motion pictures concerning the teen expertise. Why is it vital to proceed having teen dramas and looking out into the teenager expertise, particularly in right now’s world when there’s simply a lot TV content material and a lot on the market for younger adults?Kirsten “Kiwi” Smith: That is my favourite style. It actually at all times has been, most likely as a result of I began simply getting hooked on motion pictures after I was a young person. So I believe you type of stay in that state of old flame. The youngsters are our future and I believe it is a story that I like telling and these are pathways to a complete new era. I’m actually trying ahead to type of persevering with to have interaction and be impressed by the youthful era as a result of I need intergenerational communication to ramp up. I need to have the ability to continue learning from them in order that we are able to simply evolve into a greater course. However I actually assume additionally when it comes to the entire teen stuff on the market, I hope one of many issues that folks will like concerning the present is that it’s a half-hour present, which is generally like a comedy. However we’re extra of a drama with a view and little humorous bits right here and there. I really feel like I’m having a extremely juicy, simply digestible drama. That’s one thing that I admire in a world the place there’s numerous reveals which can be fairly lengthy. I’m excited. I hope individuals reply to that. We’re giving you a large number in a brief period of time. Source link