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maybeformepersonally · 5 years

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look I’m not saying you should write the boyband au but I am saying you should write some headcannons for the boyband au

okay so i don’t see daniel howell being part of a boyband, ever, no matter what teen magazines like to imply with their shiny cringy wowza edits, so i’m going with rock band instead. probably alternative rock with some interesting experimental twists thrown in, a little bit edgy but overall just really good bops with a wholesome message and a fresh, innovative sound.

now that’s been established, let’sa go:

1. phil is the lead singer because that man has a voice, but they all sing. phil learnt to play guitar when he was a kid, following in the footsteps of his cool older brother who he wanted to be like (with good reason, because martyn is awesome). he and martyn went to the same teacher, and it was with him that they also started to learn other instruments.

2. phil and martyn are close growing up, not in small part due to their shared love for music, and they played together all the time, making up melodies and later on whole songs. they started a band with some friends when they were teens, which broke up when a couple of them went off to uni. their second band broke off when martyn left for uni, but he missed it terribly, and so did phil. after a lot of contemplation and soul-searching they decide to go after a career in music. martyn changes his major, and when the time comes for phil, he chooses the royal northern college of music in manchester, and for the first time gets formal vocal training as well as a general musical background and the opportunity to perfect his guitar and cello skills.

3. dan’s love for music started with his dream of playing the piano. his parents sent him to private classes after he begged them for long enough that they realised he was serious about it, but they still told him he had to pay for it with his own pocket money, which he did. this was important to him. his teacher was a young, upbeat, classically trained student who was a bit disorganised, but every bit as passionate about her craft as dan would grow to be. she loved dan’s dedication, and was always patient and encouraging, and she was his main supporter when he decided to move to manchester to pursue music professionally (his parents were skeptical at first). he dabbled with other instruments, and later on would play some of them occasionally, but the piano would always be his first and everlasting love. dan is quick to love but he’s steadfast, and he’d be fortunate enough to choose well, every time.

4. dan and phil meet, of course, on the internet. phil creates a youtube channel at first because it was the best way to share his music with his brother and other friends, and soon learns he can use it as a sort of sounding board, since complete strangers can listen and comment, and there’s a small but active community of UK-based music creators there. he makes a few casual friends there, mostly people he won’t see again, or that he’ll talk to once or twice a year at most. the exception is one stunningly pretty boy from reading with the face of an angel and the piano skills of someone who made a deal with the devil, (and soft looking lips that phil can’t quite take his eyes off, and the most adorable dimples, and surprisingly defined collarbones that phil wanted to bite, but that was neither here nor there). phil notices his username because dan’s commented on several of phil’s videos, always positively, and some of his comments were really insightful. phil was not prepared, when he clicked on his username, to find the man behind the comments, but he was glad to. he binged the few videos dan had uploaded in under an hour then went back to rewatch and leave comments on them. the last comment he wrote offered an msn contact and an open and very enthusiastic offer to chat.

5. dan had a mini freak out when his youtube crush commented on every single one of his shitty videos, but despite his own insecurities, dan would not let this opportunity pass him by, so he contacted phil as requested. he was a tightly-wound bundle of nerves during that whole first chat (which lasted a lot longer than he would have thought), but he was also grinning from ear to ear the whole time. he may have screamed into his pillow after they finally called it a night, at almost 3 in the morning, too keyed up to actually go to sleep, but if so then no one could prove it.

6. dan and phil kept talking on msn for a while, as well as through other social media platforms (phil was the only person to consistently reach out when he was being dramatic and vague on twitter), then moved on to skype, and eventually, they met up in real life. they bonded over their love for music and even had a little improv session at phil’s house when dan went to visit. phil made up ridiculous lyrics for the songs and dan could not take his eyes off him the entire time, it was unfair how perfect he was, he thought. then phil started singing about meeting a boy named dan on the internet, and the things he sang were so sweet and flattering that it gave dan the final push he needed to dare to close the small distance and kiss him.

7. dan has to return home after only three days, but they have their next visit planned already, and they’re connected through the internet. they talk all the time, in fact, and dan starts filming and uploading more songs just so that phil gets to hear him play. dan starts writing more, inspired by these new feelings, and soon they’re collabing through skype, weaving melodies together, their styles jarringly different but surprisingly complementary.

8. dan gets to meet martyn on his fourth visit to phil’s. martyn had heard a lot about him, of course, since his little brother could not seem to shut up about him for longer than a few minutes (if that), and he’s seen dan’s videos (again, urged by phil), so when he finally got to meet the younger boy, he suggested they all jam together. martyn had never seen phil so happy as he was while playing with his two favourite people.

9. it becomes a thing. a tradition of sorts, that when they are all in the same place, they’ll improv together. dan and phil have been writing songs together, and phil and martyn never quite stopped doing so as well, but when all three of them play together they mostly ignore those in favour of trying out new sounds. by the time they start talking band names, they have more than enough songs for an album.

10. they amass an internet following, and soon enough local bars are too small for the crowds they attract, so they move on to other venues. dan and phil move in together, and somehow they’re still stuck on the honeymoon stage two years into their relationship, which is mostly cute except when martyn walks in on them furiously making out in the studio, or the tour bus, or their dressing room, or once at a hotel lobby’s bathroom. he teases them mercilessly about it.

11. their fanbase keeps growing steadily, and before they know it they’re releasing their third album, and one of their singles unexpectedly makes it to the top of the charts. suddenly, they’re getting invited to more interviews than they can actually go on, their album sales skyrocket, and they have to modify their tour plans to accommodate their newfound fame. it’s exhausting but exhilarating, for a few months it feels like they barely have time to breathe, much less compose new music, but somehow they still write a few new songs. it feels like everything is falling into place.

12. martyn meets and promptly falls in love with cornelia, a swedish singer who was booked to open for them on the european leg of their first world tour. she’s invited to travel with them the rest of the way, and phil finally gets to have his revenge for every time martyn poked fun at him for staring at dan too much, or for not being able to stop touching dan (innocent touches only, when martyn was around. but it’s true: phil doesn’t seem able to keep his hands to himself when dan is around, he’s always sitting close enough that their sides are touching, poking his dimple when he smiles, nudging his shoulder to call his attention, pretending to bite him when he teases phil, pushing him playfully when he makes fun of him.) and okay, phil is smitten, and it shows, but martyn is just as bad with cornelia, and soon enough dan joins in the gentle teasing.

13. cornelia becomes a fixture in their lives, part of the family, and she is warmly welcomed into the fold. dan has been an unofficial lester for a long time by this point, and now she becomes one as well.

14. cornelia sometimes features in a song or two, but she has her own thing going and isn’t actually interested in joining their band (they asked). she and phil harmonise beautifully, and whatever songs they release with her are always their most popular.

15. cornelia likes to take pictures of them and upload them to her social media accounts, which works out great for everyone involved because sometimes they can’t be bothered to post stuff themselves, and the band’s manager is insistent that they be more active on social media. This way she gets to gently poke fun at their boys, help them keep their manager off their backs, and do a public service to their fanbase, who can never have enough content.

16. this is one such picture.

#filisaceaf #phan au #band au #am i writing now #idek man #under a cut because it got long #if anyone wants to write this story or use these headcanons for anything you're more than welcome to!#please tag me if you do or send me an ask i'd love to see it

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moonchildhcs · 5 years

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parkjin hcs!

high school au! uwu

okay all of yall are different ages with woojin, chan, minho, and changbin in their last year, the 00 line in their middle year, and jeongin in his first year (with u and persi)

yall are taking,,, drum roll please,,,

art 1 !

listen. these mad lads went straight for their music and dance which is FINE but mandatory one year of art so yall are in a class together! strange,,, but that is the class all eleven of yall share and its,, fairly chaotic

well, mostly because of the crackheads (you, felix, minho, and jisung) who congregated in the back corner and get kicked out three times a week for their antics but like. the rest of yall are chillin and are good diligent students !

well,

for the most part

see the thing is,,

you get your stuff done all the time !! in fact youre probably among the first to turn their stuff in !! like WOWZA ur fast

but, that, is, because, u, want, maximum, time, to, daydream, about,,,,

HYUNJIN

you never really interact with him because hes an uppcerclassman and hes got his friend group and stuff and ur best buds with the Crackheads ! but like. hes so CUTE and SOFT and TALENTED like truly... an ideal boyfie

and your friends make fun of you ALL THE TIME ! like.. you finished your work and youre goofing off with the mad lads in the corner and then jisung will nudge you and go “oOoOoO he glanced in our direction i wonder what that could mean”

and ur like. we are. so loud. the loudest ppl in the class. hes probably a lil annoyed but on the inside ur like “WEEWOOWEEWOOWEEWOOWEEWOO” like ur having an internal meltdown bc dance god visual god just looked in your direction

but then the teacher comes by and ur head goes down a wee bit and you add some finishing touches to ur project as the teacher bags on the rest of the Crackhead Squad for goofing off in class and theyre asked to step outside and take a breather and once they think they can behave they can return to class

which MEANS they aint comin back

so you take this opportunity of Tranquility to do your fave activity ...

daydream abt ur crush and stare at the back of his head wistfully ! and its real cute and wholesome and stuff and like

when he turns to ask woojin about something for the project you see the lil mole under his eye and the sunlight catches his soft hair just right and ur just losing it because hes SO SOFT like bitch what the absolute fuck !! why did god pop off so hard making him

and then... It Happens

youre gazing at him, lost in space as you daydream about holding his hand and going on ice cream dates, he turns around to ask woojin something again and as he does so Yall Make Eye Contact and you FREAK

not externally but internally youre literally on fire and you dont know what to do

so out of instinct you do a quick peace sign and he gives you a little smile and then goes to do what he intended to do (ask woojin how the hell ur supposed to paint this)

and youre LOSING IT like not only did he acknowledge you but HE SMILED AT YOU!! HOLY SHIT !! BITCH WHAT THE FUCK OH MY GOD

youre lowkey hyperventilating but its fine because class ends and its your last period so you pack up your bags and head out to walk home with lix, jisung, and minho!! and theyre like wiggling their eyebrows at you and you KNOW theyll tease you but. you need to share this interaction.

and lemme tell you THEY LOSE IT TOO!!! bc hyunjin is a Shy Lad there is no way he caught you looking at him and let it pass !! he had to like you theres no way he didnt NOT like you yknow??? it is Out Of His Character he usually ignores that stuff

and ur like haha no guys its not that deep !! but internally ur freaking out Because Oh MY God What If It Is That Deep so you decide,, to hatch a plan to confess

and the thing is,,, IT IS THAT DEEP

hyunjin is lowkey losing it because. he usually Minds His Own Business and he knows hes popular among people for being cute but ur just. so funny and cute and wholesome and oh wow is his heart beating a lil fast?

YES IT IS !! and hes like u know what?? heck it ILL CONFESS and hope she likes me and this wasnt a coincidence hhhh

so. yall are hatching your plans to confess

hyunjin goes to persi, resident Secret Holder for the laid ease, and reveals that you like nice bright flowers !! like roses, sunflowers, orchids!!! and that you really like pretzels and chocolate almonds uwu

and you go to seungmin and jeongin, who reveal that hyunjin loves forget-me-nots! and he has an affinity for strawb milk and the golden oreos!!!

the thing is,, yall are kinda cliche. like,,, shoujo manga kinda cliche. so if it isnt obvious already yall are hatching THE SAME CONFESSION PLAN HHHHH YALL ARE SO C U T E

so yall draft letters upon letters, spilling your hearts out in its contents !

hyunjins letter is pure white, smelling a bit like his cologne ! it has no marks on it or anything

your letter is light pink and smells like your perfume! its closed with a red heart sticker uwu

yall slip a little note onto each others desk asking to meet each other on the rooftop and ur both like FUCK I HOPE THEY COME EARLY SO I CAN REJECT THEM BEFORE THE PERSON I ACTUALLY LIKE COMES

because,, since yall dont interact much yall dont recognize the others handwriting sgfgfdghf literally dumb bitch hours

anyways yall both SPRINT to that rooftop after school but you were nervous so you got a pep talk from ur friends, the lads, before going up

so once again, yall dont realize. that you have. the same plan.

so hyunjin is waiting there all nervous HOPING youll come first and not whoever else planned on confessing

and youre sprinting up the stairs, hoping whoever planned on confessing wasnt there yet but hyunjin is so that you can confess

and as you burst through the door, pink letter in hand, your eyes zoom to the letter in hyunjins hands and ur like. Oh. Oh Dear.

and hyunjin looks at you, then the letter in ur hands like. Oh. Oh Dear.

so you two shyly exchange letters, faces burning red as you read through the confession

and the thing is at one point in your letter you mention how it would be a dream to even hold is hand so he just. this absolute cheeseball. he hold your hand and goes “i guess dreams come true!” and you LOSE IT because oh my god hes such a NERD !!!! but now hes your nerd :^)

so yall go to the park afterwards and split your snacks between the two of you, monching and talking until the stars are twinkling and you guys realize FUCK THERES HOMEWORK

so you go home to do your hw! and yall put the flowers in a cute vase, right next to your beds :^) as a reminder ! (though hyunjin presses some of them with the help of his mom so he can preserve them forever oopsies_

and when yall walk onto school the next day hand in hand, hyunjins friends are like “NICE” but also super shocked bc HYUNJIN?? DATING???

but then your friends. your mad lads. absolutely fucking LOSE IT they are hooting and hollering and you are like Oh My God I Am So Sorry and hyunjin just. does a lil smirk and kisses ur cheek and u are sent into SHOCK and your friends are in cardiac arrest because holy fucking SHIT

and you two are literally the school’s it couple like initially some people were hostile because they wanted to date hyunjin !! but after a while they accepted it and grew to love the both of yall together, from your wholesome interactions to slight crackheadedness

its just so CUTE he always brings you like a rose or smth every day and ur like “this must be expensive” and hes like ! “for you, nothing is expensive” and ur like “ur so cheesy” and hes like “only for you bb :^)”

also now your side of the class has merged with hyunjin and his friends now joining yall crackheads and its cute uwu

#parkjin

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Windfall MP3 On Sale Today!

- Aug (710) Started writing Windfall

- Dec (804) Recorded the audio

- Jan/Feb (816/823) Sent to test group

Each time I did something with the Audio MP3 my credit score jumped. I did not buy a new vehicle, take out loans or pay off anything. Sometimes abundance can come to you in ways other than money!

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Where Am I?

Wowza, so I think my first fic is finally done. I wanted to have it out sooner, but I got carried away trying to get it out too fast and turns out I didn’t like it. However, after a few days of careful revision, I think I’m happy with it. Please bear with me as it is my first fic. I would love to hear any feedback you have, I think constructive criticism is good too.

Summary: I got the idea to write this while re-watching season 8 episode 1 “We Need To Talk About Kevin.” Basically, it’s what happens between Dean returning from Purgatory and getting to Benny’s grave.

Warnings: Well I’m not completely sure what counts as angst yet, so maybe a little of that, season 8 spoilers, and mentions of blood, but that’s all.

Characters: Reader and Dean

Word count: 3540 lol

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You’re happily driving your little ol’ chevy truck down a fairly narrow road, miles of forest on each side of you passing in a blur of green and brown and a blue sky flying above you. Your radio is playing and you’re enthusiastically listening to a Bon Jovi song which admittedly is unusual for you. When you found yourself mumbling along with him you confidently adjusted your grip on the steering wheel, smirking at yourself and singing a little louder. After a few minutes and couple miles down the road, you caught a glimpse of unusual movement weaving between the trees. You instinctively slowed down to try and get a better look and find out what it was when the figure emerged from the trees in the shape of a man. He stumbled up to the road frantically waving his right arm in the air to flag you down. You can see the stranger better and better the closer you get, he was a fairly tall and broad looking man. His short scruffy brown hair was sticking in all different directions and his face was barely visible through the dirt and what seems to be…

..Blood?

You felt the small recognizable pang of panic in your stomach before it was cut short by your foot reflexively slamming the brake pedal and jerking you back to reality. All you could seem to do for the few seconds following was stare horrified at the man standing in front of your truck with one arm stiffly outstretched, his chest heaving rapidly. You released the breath you didn’t realize you were holding and you briefly notice how his left arm is secured tightly against his abdominal area, but you don’t linger for too long as you look the rest of him over. Your eyes finally met his, locking his attention as he stood right where he was and let his arms relax to his sides. You could visibly notice the relief cleansing his features like a wave when he saw you pull your keys from the ignition and step out of the truck.

You made your way over to him cautiously, stopping a few safe feet away from the strange man, looking him over again. He’s much taller than you thought he was, he quite intimidatingly towers over you. What’s more, he looked like he could bench press a cow, but you seriously doubted he could.

You carefully inspected his body language as you took in each feature he carries. His caramel leather jacket covered in dried mud and his jeans looked over-worn, the couple rips in the knees didn’t seem like they were there before. You were sure if his legs weren’t bowed he would be at least 3 inches taller. His shoulders were slightly hunched over and the dark circles around his eyes made him look older than he probably was. His lips were chapped, from what, you didn’t know, dehydration probably. Out of all the handsome features on his alert face, his cheekbones were rather high and stuck out the most as well as it seems like he hadn’t been able to shave in weeks. You couldn’t really tell if he was tired, terrified, relieved, or all of the above. His slightly shaky hands looked as if he’d been working on a car and then murdered someone before you found him.

Blood. There is definitely blood.

“Are you hurt?” You spoke softly as you inched closer to him with caution.

He his eyes met and held your gaze, chest still heaving, but he didn’t respond to your question. He took a couple shuffle steps forward and winced slightly, his eyes snapped shut and you could tell he was grinding his teeth by the movement of his lower jaw. He opened his eyes and shook his head a moment later, wobbling a bit as his eyes pulled back to focus on you once again.

“You need help, can I help you?” You pressed, leaning towards him stretching your arms out in his direction, ready to catch him if he began to fall.

He nodded slowly at first, still slightly struggling to even out his breathing. “Yes,” he whispered in a low gravely voice, wincing again subtly and rubbing gently at the arm he had pinned to his midsection only a few minutes earlier. He stumbled forward slightly and caught himself with his right arm, bracing himself against the hood of your truck. You saw him begin to stumble and reflexively shot your arms out to catch him, your body following close behind.

“Where am I?” he groaned through gritted teeth.

“Woah woah, take it easy buddy, you’re in Houston,” you told him, your chest now pressed up against his shoulder and his t-shirt is balled up in your right hand as you desperately tried to keep him steady.

“Texas?” he groans, dropping his head in frustration.

“Well, where do you need to be?” you question him again.

He lifted his head, the stubble on his cheek catching a few strands of your hair, you barely caught him wincing again in pain.

“I need to be in Louisiana.” he breathed into your ear. You felt the trail of goosebumps prickle on your neck following the hot breath of the stranger. The warm air sent a shiver shooting down your spine.

“What’s your name?” you managed to say, stuttering only slightly, setting your gaze to his electric green eyes that you hadn’t noticed until now.

Those eyes are gorgeous... what, NO, focus Y/N. He needs your help.

He lifted his eyes to meet yours and his low raspy voice filled your ears, “I’m Dean, Dean Winchester.”

A handsome name for a handsome man, I guess.

Against your better judgment, remembering the stranger danger rule that they taught kids, you decided you were going to help this stranger; you had just met him, but you were going to help him. You couldn’t explain why, what was different about him, but there was just something tugging at you, you had to help him.

“Alright Dean, I’m gonna help you into my truck,” you informed him after a few seconds of internally arguing with yourself. You then proceeded to sling his good arm around your shoulders and guide him carefully to the passenger seat of your truck, helping him in and shutting the door behind him. Before he knew it you had walked around the front of the truck and were at his side again, shutting your door and promptly turning your keys in the ignition. You both sat still listening to the sound of your engine turning over before you spoke again, “So, Dean…” you spoke softly, but you couldn’t seem to figure out which question you wanted to ask first. To fill the awkward silence Dean spoke up.

“I don’t think I got your name.” He guided his gaze over to you and muscled up a grin in your direction. You huffed a small breathy laugh the goofy grin suddenly playing on his face, smiling back and you replied, “I’m Y/N.”

He seems quite charming.

“Well Y/N, uh... thanks for giving me a lift,” he said with a genuine smile forming on his lips that lit up his eyes for a brief second.

“Yeah, no problem. What were you doing all the way out there anyway?” you questioned him with a glint of curiosity in your eyes.

“I was camping with some buddies and I got lost, that’s all.” he shrugged looking out his window. You could feel some tension start to develop, so you decided to try and lay off for a while. It looked like this guy had been through a lot.

About ten minutes after you had quit speaking you could have sworn you could feel his eyes crawling all over you, carefully exploring all of your features. You glanced at him subtly to find that you were right, he was probably trying to decide whether or not you were a crazy psychopath murderer or not.

Which is strange since he’s the one covered in dry blood and giving vague answers.

“It looks like there might be more to the story than you’re telling me, Dean Winchester,” you spoke before realizing what you were saying.

Your eyes grew wide at the realization and you internally cursed yourself, shutting your eyes briefly and sighing. He peered at you, raising his eyebrows, but there was a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. You raised your hands defensively and raised your eyebrows back at him, pulling your eyes back to the road “Okay, okay I get it, I won’t ask again, sorry. I am curious about what happened to your arm though.” You just couldn’t seem to stop, so you just smiled sheepishly at him. Your eyes desperately searched his face as much as your peripheral would allow while you anxiously awaited another defensive reaction from Dean. He simply huffed a small chuckle, though you couldn’t figure out what was so amusing about this.

Why is it so easy to talk around this ma-- Dean?

He looked down at his arm and took a breath before he looked back up at you. “I just tripped while I was running, it’s nothing I can’t handle,” he replied and smiled warmly at you. You glanced at him with a confused look because there was clearly no blood stain on his sleeve indicating he had injured it. You began to worry again the more you thought about it, so you just chose to brush it off for now. You figured you would have time to find out what really happened to him between now and Louisiana.

You both spent the rest of the hour-long car ride pretty silent. You had turned on the radio and chatted with Dean about your tastes in music, but most of the time you sang quietly to the songs that came on the radio. Occasionally, he would glance over at you and you would spot him crack a small smile every now and then at your ridiculous singing. You were actually having an okay time considering you had just met him and he was covered in blood, you really didn’t want the car ride to end.

You finally arrived at your house and it felt all too soon for both you and Dean. Perhaps in a different way for him judging by the way looked over at you as you pulled into the driveway.

“What are we doing here?” he concernedly questioned you, furrowing his eyebrows.

You rolled your eyes at him and plucked the keys from the ignition. “Well, I just figured it would be nice to get you cleaned up and let you change out of those filthy clothes you have on before you make me drive you all the way to Louisiana.”

“I won’t make you drive me to Louisiana, I can find another ride,” he retorted, sounding impatient and slightly annoyed.

“No, I….. ugh I want to drive you to Louisiana, but first you’re going to go inside and get cleaned up. I have some clothes you can have and quite frankly you look starved,” you blurted out, your voice a bit louder and more insistent than before. You immediately regretted the abomination that had just come from your mouth, but you continued to stare stubbornly at him in spite of it. He stared back at you with a bewildered look on his face for a good few seconds. You both sat in there staring each other down, waiting for the other to give. You were about to let your fed up anger take over and just drive him straight to Louisiana like he obviously wanted, but you could see his features slowly begin to soften up like he was finally going agree to go inside and get cleaned up. He rolled his eyes in defeat which triggered you to energetically hop out of the truck and run over to his door which was already open.

“Do you need me to help walk you to the door?” you asked, suddenly becoming very serious, scanning his face with slight concern considering what happened an hour ago when you found him. He glared up at you through his surprisingly long lashes and shook his head raising his hand up to assure you.

“I’m fine, thanks,” he said sourly while he carefully stood the rest of the way up.

The sudden feeling of a heavy hand squeezing your shoulder almost knocked you over. You realized he was trying to steady himself. Your right hand reflexively shot out and grabbed the arm attached to the hand that was practically suffocating your shoulder and the other pressed firmly against his ribs until you thought he was steady. He locked eyes with you for a moment silently telling you he needed help. So, you nodded and he allowed you to sling his right arm around your shoulders again as he shut his door with the elbow of his other arm. His eyes drifted to you occasionally while you lead him to the small white front door that so sweetly complimented your pale blue house. On the way up the few stairs, you noticed his eyes drifting to some Japanese Cherry Blossom trees in bloom on the other side of your driveway and your vibrant green yard. You smiled briefly, pulling your eyes away before he could catch you.

You pulled your keys out of your right pocket when you arrived at the door, your left arm gripping his shoulder a bit tighter than you wanted to, but then you couldn’t seem to will your hand to loosen. You unlocked the door, ignoring all the ways your hand was disobeying you as you walked Dean inside, shutting the door gently behind you with your foot. You both walked through the narrow white hallway leading into your living room and you helped sit him down on your couch, smiling at him as you briskly rounded the corner and hurried further down the hallway.

Dean sat patiently and waited for you, even with the pounding pain coursing through his body that he knew full well was rooted in his arm.

BENNY. We’ll get there. I just need to clea-- her couch smells like lavender.

Deans thoughts were interrupted by Y/N reappearing in the doorway carrying what looked like a weird tiny white briefcase that he decided was a first aid kit and he subtly rolled his eyes at you. In her other arm, she carried a pile of clothes and a towel. He watched her determined expression carefully as she gracefully set the items piled in her arms down onto the cute little wooden coffee table a few inches from where he sat, then she pulled up a chair directly in front of him. When her gaze finally met his he noticed a tint of rose push into her cheeks and smiled his signature half smile at her. The two of you sat comfortably under the other's eyes for a few long moments after she sat down, though neither of you knew why. A minute or so passed by, then suddenly she perked up, startling him a bit, and she grabbed the first aid kit in her small hands, plopping it in her lap while she reached out for his arm.

“Here, I’ll take a look at your arm.”

He reflexively jerked his arm away from her and stuttered as he racked his brain for a good excuse. He stared at her trying to push words out of his mouth and then blurted out, “actually I’m uh... I’m kinda worn, I think I’ll just go shower.”

He pushed himself off the sweet lavender smelling couch while he internally cursed himself. He quickly grabbed the clothes and the towel glancing up at her confused eyes apologetically. She caught the glance he shot at her, to which she replied, “It’s okay, Dean, I understand. Take as much time as you need.”

After that, she smiled a polite smile that didn’t quite make it to her eyes and just barely nodded her head in his direction head to assure him it was okay.

“The bathroom is the second door on the left,” she added as he nodded. He lingered in the doorway as long as he could get away with, then spun around and hurried off to the bathroom.

An hour later you found yourself standing in the kitchen making a sandwich when Dean walked in seeing that you were busy, so chose not to bother you. He made his way quietly to the table and sat in a nice wooden chair at the far end. You hadn’t noticed him until you turned around, but when you finally did you gasped loudly jumping back and you were just barely able to keep the plate in your hands.

“Dean,” you sighed, placing your free hand on your stomach, “you scared me.”

You glided over to him and placed the plate down in front of him, “I thought you might be hungry, but I didn’t know what you liked so I just made you a sandwich.”

He looked up at you, almost gleaming now and grinned wider than you’d seen. He rubbed his hands together hungrily, “thank you, Y/N.”

He chuckled quietly before he began to dig into the delicious sandwich in front of him. You sat in the chair next to him, mesmerized, watching him greedily gobble up half the sandwich in a span of maybe a minute-thirty. He looked up at you through his lashes and paused for a few seconds smiling sheepishly with a mouth full of sandwich. He then proceeded to wipe his mouth with his wrist and chuckle lowly, “sorry, feels like it’s been a year since I’ve had a decent meal.”

You didn’t break eye contact, you just smiled cheekily and replied, “no, please, I’m glad you like it. You seem to be feeling much better.”

He smiled at you acknowledging your observation with his mouth still full. He continued to inhale the sandwich you had made for him while you got up and scurried around your kitchen putting the food away.

Once he had finished, he rinsed the pale red ceramic plate in your sink and dried it off, then handed it to you and you promptly put it away, fully aware that Dean was now watching you. You turned towards him after you finished and grinned.

“So, are you ready for the four-hour drive to Louisiana border?” you asked while you grabbed your jacket and your keys. He almost didn’t hear you, his eyes were so engulfed in the graceful movements of your hands until the few seconds of unnecessary silence pulled him back to reality. His bright green eyes flicked up to meet yours, which were now watching him patiently and you raised an eyebrow at him waiting for an answer while you tried your hardest to suppress the giggle that lingered behind your smirk. He cleared his throat, “Uh yeah, yeah, let’s go.”

You both deemed it best to brush off the behavior, walking through the hallway once more. You followed close behind him until you were out the door, then you turned around and locked it behind you while he continued to make his way to your truck. By the time you finished locking the door and started making your way to your truck he was already shutting his door.

The Japanese Cherry Blossom trees caught your eye in their beautiful prime state, so you decided you’d walk over to admire it before you began your journey. Standing in front of it for a few seconds admiring the flowers seemed to be just what you needed.

Her Y/E/C eyes, they’re so bright and liv-- ahh Benny, we’ll get there. Calm down!

Dean’s thoughts were interrupted once again when you yanked open your door and climbed in. He was startled when you grabbed his hand, pulling against your grip, but you held on, turning his hand over and watching his face carefully. His eyes were focused on your fist moving closer to his palm. Once your fingers brushed the skin of his hand you released your fist.

He glanced at you in confusion and felt something soft and weightless fall in his palm. You smiled at him and let his hand go, turning back to the wheel and turning your keys in the ignition, letting your engine turn over before informing him, “I saw you looking at them on the way in.”

You grinned at Dean while his confused eyes became less and less confused, flicking from you to the gorgeous pink flower in his palm and you.

“You’re welcome,” you smirked winking at him and backing your truck out of the driveway. Neither of you knew it yet, but that flower marked the beginning of a four-hour car ride that would change the rest of both your lives.

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c-jacksonn · 7 years

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Welcome Home.

pairing ; chris x reader

summary ; after four years, you’re finally back in new york with your best friend; you’re finally back home.

words ; 4,706 (wowza. this was all written, first, too.)

warnings ; references??

note ; i had some inspiration from the fic “When You Come Home” by @teamgtnw

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Everyone has something they call home. This thing could be a place, person, object, animal, even a smell. Of course, it’s different for everyone ─ most say that “Home” was the house they shared with their parents currently or during their childhood. Some would say home is the feeling of happiness, caused by being in their birth town, or the block they grew up on.

You, however, considered it to be a culmination of things. Alongside the stereotypical place, you found comfort in the smell of New York; specifically, a street in The Bronx that you grew up on in the quiet side of the big place, where couples walked the streets, runners smiled and laughed at the dogs they were jogging with; where families could be out with a mild fear of being mugged by some druggie or poor guy in need of some money; where happiness seemed to be one of the most prominent emotions and one of the only words to describe the place and your feelings upon walking around it.

Your favorite place, as dumb as it sounds, was the little coffee shop at the end of the street. The workers were always changing there, seeing as they were all teenagers wanting more money or just starting college and need a way to pay for their loans because their parents sure-as-hell weren’t doing it alone. At one point, that had been you, when you still went to community college.

You remembered loving working there, as you always had light-hearted conversations with the customers and relationships with the regulars. But once you got your first two years of college done, you headed off to a big university across the country, staying there for about four years to get your masters. Then, you came back home with high hopes of achieving something great, something that made an impact, no matter how big.

Your dream had always been to be involved in dancing or music, specifically for Broadway. And as crazy and farout as it sounds, you knew you could make it there someday ─ someday.

The distinct smell of coffee beans and oven pastries filled your senses as you walked into the coffee shop you adored so much. People were too caught up in their own conversations to acknowledge your entrance, which was normal. A fuzzy feeling filled you when you took a deep breath and let your senses be bombarded by the homey smell. The sounds of clinking plates and brewing coffee and buzzing of light conversations about work, coffee, the need to finish a paper and get some sleep filled your ears, as well.

What you noticed out of all of that, though, was the echoing, familiar voice of someone you knew all-too-well. The voice was deep but soft, forming words that were so beautifully put together, yet only said because they worked with everything else he was singing about. This one was about working two jobs, brewing coffee, and still enjoying the life he was give. The optimism he had in his words was what seemed to keep the rest of coworkers going, smiling and giving him beats or backup vocals.

A fond smile made its way across your lips as you walked up to the counter and got the friendly smile of a barista. “Hello! Welcome to The Bronx’s Coffee! What can I get ya’?”

The cheesy name of the coffee shop ricocheted off the walls of your mind and you responded, “I’ll just take a coffee; one cream, five sugars.”

The smiley barista nodded, tapping the monitor in front of her a few times before printing out your receipt. “Okay, and, what’s your name?”

“Y/n,” you answered, the grin never leaving as you fell back into the routine you had four years ago, when you’d order coffee on your off days – the barista, whose name leaves you at the moment, would jokingly ask your name, as if she didn’t already know. The girl grabbed a medium-sized cup and scrawled your name down in black sharpie, then turned to you and said your name would be called when your drink was ready.

You nodded and walked away from the counter, looking for the table you used to say “has my name practically engraved in the wood.” Thankfully, it was open, so you quickly sat down just in case someone decided the six other open tables weren’t suitable. After you got situated, you remembered why this table was your favorite. Other than the fact that it was right by the window with a near-perfect view of the busy street, it was also where you would spend your breaks with a certain boy who had a knack for singing.

Closing your eyes, you saw a memory play out of Christopher Jackson, the boy you loved to hear sing, talk, or do anything, giving you that dorky smile that perfectly showcased the gap in between his two front teeth, cause the ball of his cheeks to turn pink and swell, and his beautiful brown eyes to sparkle.

Then it flashed to him throwing his head back in hysterical laughter, his big hand flying up to hold his chest and his other hitting his thigh. You don’t remember what had made him laugh so hard, but you knew you’d never forget that he had just before.

You also remember writing down music in a journal, swiftly drawing music notes in the clef lines, trying to study for exams and getting sidetracked, or just being bored and doodling them in the corner of your paper. Chris would sit down with you when he could, which subsequently helped you focus because he would pick up your review, bring it close to face and scrutinize, then say, “Kid, if you can get ten of these right in a row! then next coffee’s are on me.”

Of course you’d always respond with, “You’re on, Christi. Also I want the most expensive, good coffee on the menu.” Most of the time, you got all ten ─ in a row! ─ right, but the few times you didn’t, Chris would still get you a small coffee and tell you he’d help you more on his next five-minute break. Days like that, when the two of you acted like the best friends you were, when you would make each other laugh so hard you couldn’t breathe, when silent words were exchanged through playful glares and proud smiles, were the ones you cherished the absolute most.

But after you left, those days became mere thoughts in your dreams and the back of your mind. College was stressful, and the few times you did come back home, Chris was either busy, or your family wanted you home, or the stay was too short to do much other than sleep in your own bed for once.

While at the university, you never once made a bond with anyone like you had Chris, which probably made the itch to get back to New York, to get back home, more apparent with every passing day. And, now, now that you were back home, you felt like you needed to see the one person who pushed you to continue, just because you thought of him everyday, and who was ultimately the reason you could even say you made it out alive.

“Y/n! One cream, five sugars,” a man’s voice happily, sounding extremely familiar. You got up from your chair, shuffled over to the counter and grabbed the cup from the taller man holding it. Your fingertips brushed and you looked up to see the boy who consumed your thoughts smiling that dorky, gap-toothed smile.

“Thanks,” you said, just barely loud enough to hear. You turned on your heels and walked back to your seat, humming the tune Chris had been singing earlier. Normally, anyone would’ve kicked themselves for not at least saying “Hi,” or something along those lines to someone they hadn’t seen in years, but you knew Chris, and you knew that smile was specifically for you ─ at least, that’s what you hoped.

Taking a sip of your coffee, you peered over the cup to see Chris walking out from behind the counter and smiling at you as he made his way over. “If you don’t mind me asking, this seat taken?”

“Well,” you looked down at your warm drink, “I can’t say it is and I can’t say it isn’t.”

Chris seemed to understand your cryptic answer, plopping down in the plastic chair across from yours and placing his forearms on the table. “Hi,” he says softly.

“Hey, Christi,” you smiled, responding in the same soft tone he had and bringing back the old nickname you’d given him so long ago. His smile spoke volumes in response, his head turning in a shy manner which allowed the diamond studs in his ears to sparkle in the mid-afternoon, New York sunlight.

“So,” he asked after a good minute of comfortable silence, “what brings you here?”

“Still not one for good conversation starters, are ya’, Christi?” You both laughed, him shaking his head and his dark, thick eyebrows raising just a small bit, while you just shrugged your shoulders. “Anyway, I’m here because I have finally finished my walk through Hell, and I couldn’t bare to stay close to it any longer.”

“You callin’ gettin’ an education Hell?” He still had a smile while he teased you, and the rhythm you two had before you left began to fall back into its pace.

“You don’t understand, Christopher, it was absolutely draining to just wake up and think about going to class, let alone actually doing it. And don’t even get me started on the annoying asshole of a roommate I had,” you slightly ranted, your hands waving around to emphasize your point.

Chris chuckled, shaking his head and looking down at his hands before peering at you through his eyelashes, “I’ve missed you, y/n. More than you’ll ever know.”

“Chris,” you whispered, placing your hand over his bigger, caramel colored one. “The thought of you is what kept me going through that hellhole, I assure you.”

It seemed as though neither of you could stop smiling, just too happy to be in the presence of home again. After a few more minutes of catching up with one another, Chris had to go back to work and you knew your parents would want to see you. “Okay,” Chris said, standing up, “c’mere.”

You gladly got up, walking into his embrace and pressing your face into his chest. Home, God, it felt good. Home was Chris’ arms, home was the faint smell of coffee and a forest-y scent, home was the warmth of his arms around your small body. Home was Chris.

“We’ll see each other later, yeah?” You proposed, looking up at him from his chest.

“Yeah, my place. Your number is still the same, right?”

“Yup.”

“I’ll text you my apartment number. I’ll see you tonight, y/n,” he leaned down and placed a soft kiss to your head, then walked back behind the counter to finish out his work day. You grabbed your coffee ─ only partly drinken due to the fact that you were immersed in whatever Chris had been talking about ─ and walked out, only once turning around to see his brown eyes fixed on you.

Waving, you left after he gave you a quick two finger wave ─ something signature for Chris ─ and smiled when you smelled the outside again. Rubber from the cars peeling out or braking too hard on the road, the sewers (that’s just self-explanatory), exhaust from tailpipes, freshly baked food, and even the coffee shops. Home.

The remainder of your afternoon was spent with your parents, which included a slight scolding for going to see Christopher before them, and a lot of kisses and hugs and crying (Mom, don’t cry. I just got home ─ Exactly! My baby’s home!) Then Chris’ text came through, with just the words “Come over soon.” and his address attached.

He didn’t live too far from your place, so you just went back, changed into an old shirt and a pair of jeans, then went to his. You shot him a text to notify him of your journey, and within a few minutes you were standing at the door to his apartment and rapping your knuckles against the wooden, dead-bolted entry. Anxiousness flooded your system when Chris didn’t open the door within a few seconds, thought of having knocked on the wrong door or Chris decided he didn’t want to see you or another girl being there that was occupying his time going through your head.

Though you wouldn’t be surprised if it were the latter, because Chris, out of anybody, deserved a good girlfriend.

Through all of your worrying, you almost didn’t catch yourself about to walk away from the door. Sure, you hadn’t been waiting all that long, but with anxiety taunting you and wrenching your gut, it felt as though you had been standing there far too long and that you should’ve taken the hint to leave. But, then, the door opened to a smiling Christopher, and those anxieties slowly washed away.

“Hey! Sorry I took so long, the stove started beeping when I was coming to open the door so I had to pull out the chicken and,” he took a breath, taking a second to look you over. “You’re… you’re wearing my old shirt.”

You looked down at yourself, realizing that he quite correct ─ you were wearing his shirt. It had two numbers on a little pocket that was placed on the right breast of the shirt, and you knew the back had JACKSON written across the shoulders. This was his old, custom made t-jersey (as he dubbed it because he felt as though saying “t-shirt jersey” took too much effort) that he wore everywhere for the longest time. You knew why you had it, now, though ─ a late night visit to his parents’ apartment because you were having a rough night, and when you decided you were staying the night, Chris gave it to you since it was the only “clean” shirt he had.

“Oh yeah, I am,” you laughed, toying with the hem of it a little. You looked up at him through your eyelashes and saw an adoring, goofy smile on his face and a happy sparkle in his eyes. Another chuckle came from both of you until he grabbed you by the shoulders and drug you into his apartment. It smelled like the baked chicken he mentioned, a little bit of coffee, and like, well, home. Though he didn’t quite let you go, instead pulling you into his chest like at the coffee shop.

The door closed when he kicked it with his foot, then the two of you were rocking. With a deep breath, you inhaled his homey scent and snuggled deeper into his warm embrace. “I can’t believe I’m home,” you whispered, pressing your forehead into his chest.

“I’m glad you’re back in New York,” he whispered back, a soft vibration from his voice coming from his chest.

“Not just New York,” you looked up at him, smiling at his curious expression, “here. With you. It’s home. I’m home, right here.”

Chris smiled, placing a kiss on your forehead and holding you a little tighter to him. “God, I missed this; I missed us.”

“You’ve no idea, Christi.”

After a few moments of hugging each other, whispering about being able to see each other again after four years of no contact, you backed up and said, as serious as you could, “Now feed me.”

Chris bellowed with laughter at your statement, which made you laugh as well. The statement in itself wasn’t all that funny, but the sentiments the two of you shared in general and just a few moments before the sentence was uttered was just enough to push Chris into hysterics, gripping the big, grey shirt he wore and throwing his head back.

While your tall best friend laughed to his heart’s content, you went into the kitchen (it was the first thing you saw if you looked to the right in the small apartment) to get dinner prepared. The baked chicken was still sitting in its pan, but it was fully cooked and just needed to be plated with the sides sitting in plastic bowls. As you walked over to the food you’d be eating that night, Christopher called out to you, asking where you went even though you couldn’t have gone far, seeing as you didn’t know the layout of his place just yet.

You answered with a snarky, “Where do you think?” and heard him chuckle as he walked in behind you and grabbed two paper plates from his cabinet.

“Sorry about the plates,” he apologized, “can’t really afford much else when I have to pay for my apartment and all the other shit I have to pay for.”

“You think I care about paper plates? When people say college students live off Ramen Noodles, they’re not kiddin’. And plus,” you shrugged, “at least you’re amazing at cooking; I can’t cook for shit.”

He raised his eyebrows and teased, “But you can make some damn good noodles, right?”

“Girl,” you tutted, putting your hand out, palm up, in front of you, “you know it.” You both chuckled, him shooing you away so he could “be a gentlemen and get you your plate because I’m a guy and that’s what guys do.” Once you got your plate, you went and sat on his couch. It was positioned in front of a TV stand with a small, flat-screen atop it and a Playstation 4 sitting on one of its shelves.

Chris reached forward, grabbing the remote from his coffee table and turning on the TV as he settled into the cushions, and you crossed your legs while sitting closer to him. The feeling of domesticity washed over you before you even realized it.

A boyfriend and girlfriend, fiancé and fiancée, husband and wife, eating from a paper plate and sitting close together on the couch they’d had forever, watching some random movie on Netflix or a TV-show that just happened to be on when the hit the power button on the remote. Then cuddling and completely forgetting about the two plates with mere scraps of food left on them, that would end up sitting on the coffee table until the next morning.

Of course, you knew what you and Chris were doing was just under the category of two best friends who hadn’t seen each other in four years, and you had no idea if Chris was in a relationship ─ Lord knows he’d be the best boyfriend ─ or if he’d ever thought the way you did sometimes. In four years, things change, feelings change, people change. Your feelings changed by developing into a love for your best friend, then they changed again when you decided you’d just suppress them for the time being ─ only making them want to show themselves more, of course.

You were positive they’d change again ─ for better or worse, you weren’t sure ─ and something would shift in your heart. But, for the time being, you wanted to relish in the moment as long as possible. At the current juncture in time, your dinner plate was sitting on the table, pretty much forgotten. Your head was against Chris’ shoulder and his arm was loosely draped around the back of the couch. His fingers were lightly resting against your shoulder, absentmindedly tracing patterns from time to time.

The TV show playing out in front of you soon became background as sleep started to take over your system. Any of Chris’ comments got a grunt in reply until they stopped altogether. Chris, of course, took notice to this and soon, he turned off the TV, picked you up bridal style ─ he’d never tell you, but he always loved picking you up that way and watching you snuggle into his chest ─ and brought you to his bedroom.

After tucking you into his covers, he softly kissed your forehead, went into the bathroom to change into some pajamas, then went into the living room to sleep on the uncomfortable couch. It felt nice to have you back home, to be able to hold you again, after four-goddamn-years. In truth, he would never cherish anything more than that ─ than you.

The next morning, you were slightly alarmed upon waking up in an unfamiliar bed, but once you looked around and saw things like hats, jerseys, and various pictures on the wall, you realized it was merely Chris’. You also realized that you had fallen asleep the night before, which is why you were in his bed, and that he most likely slept on his couch since he wasn’t lying with you.

Sliding out of bed, you pushed away the covers a small bit and got up, noticing one of your socks had probably come off in your sleep because you had one bare foot. Shrugging, you went on your way, opening the door and being greeted with a direct view of the living room. A lump of slightly moving blankets on the couch meant that CHris was still asleep so you remained quiet as you padded across the wooden floors.

You walked in front of the couch, looking down at your burrito-ed best friend and smiling. You leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his temple, rubbing your thumb on his cheekbone before standing up and going into the kitchen. You quietly searched for the coffee beans, knowing Chris wasn’t the biggest fan of K-Cups and only drank from them when he was in a hurry.

Deciding to be generous, you made both yourself and the sleeping giant a cup, knowing he’d be grateful when he woke up. Holding the warm dink in your hands, you walked over to a door leading to the fire escape, opening it and stepping outside in the welcoming morning air. It felt as though New York was happy to have you back, as everything was a little nicer, the skies were a little clearer, and the morning air was a little warmer than you remembered.

And you were a lot happier than you’d ever been; partly because of Chris, partly because of the coffee in your hand, and mostly because you were home. When you were a kid, you always thought of New York as a place at the top of the world. You’d climb up the fire escape outside your parents’ apartment and look over the skyline, blown away at the beauty of home. You’d even do homework up there, sometimes calling out to birds that few by or accidentally dropping your pencil and just pulling another out of your pocket because you somehow knew you were going to do that.

Those times were simpler, and you often found yourself wanting to rewind and live it out again and again. You remember even bringing Christopher up there when you’d come home, telling him he had to not bring his Algebra II homework up because he’d either drop it or drop the whole binder and Mr. Forney was not the most forgiving when it came to lost homework.

Even now, at the age of twenty-four, you wanted to go as high as possible with the boy and look over the skyline while feeling the King and Queen of the world. You laughed at yourself as you remembered one of the last nights you were here before you left.

“What’cha laughin’ about?” Chris’ sleepy voice filled your ears as he walked up next to you in nothing but a white muscle shirt and basketball shorts.

“You remember one of the last nights I was here?”

“Which one?”

“When we climbed up to the roof and looked at the sky,” you started to laugh again.

“Oh, yeah! We were trying to see if we’d see Aladdin and Jasmine on their carpet,” he chuckled. “I remember that.”

You looked up at the light blue sky, then back down at your lukewarm drink, “Do you remember what you told me?”

“Yeah,” he whispered, “I told you I’d show you the world, too, someday.”

“Someday when I got back,” you smiled, letting your hair fall in your face.

“Hey,” Chris turned and said, so you turned and faced him, “I meant that. I will show you the world, no matter how long it takes.”

You blushed, hearing your heart thump in your ears as it picked up pace and a shy smile made its way onto your face. You looked up into his amber-in-the-sunlight eyes, seeing sincerity and adoration coursing through them. His smile was the same ─ not quite open-mouthed, but still conveying so much unspoken emotion. His free hand came up to clutch your waist and pulled you gently to him.

Your own free hand reached up to cup his cheek, your thumb running across his cheekbone like you had earlier that morning. His eyes darted down to your lips, your eyes doing the same to his, and although part of you was saying shit was about to hit the fan, you both leaned in and your lips touched.

There was a moment of hesitation, a hope that you both wanted to do the same thing, before you pushed forward and captured your best friend lips with your own. His hand moved behind you, pushing you closer by your lower back, thus deepening the passionate kiss. You couldn’t think of anything else but the warmth of his hands, the taste of his lips, the way the two of you were pressed together like two puzzle pieces; all you could think about was him. Home.

After a few seconds longer, you pulled apart, your lips swollen, but begging to be back on his, and the coffee in your other hand long forgotten. Chris began to smile, pushing forward and capturing your lips a couple times in quick pecks. “God, I’ve been wanting to do that forever.”

“You should have done it forever ago,” you smiled. After a few moments of silent smiles, you asked, “How long is forever, though?”

“Since the day I met you in freshman year,” he admitted.

“Chris,” you looked up, snapping out of your dazed state. “You should’ve told me sooner,” you looked behind you and placed your coffee cup on the fire escape stairs. “I wouldn’t have─”

“No, don’t,” Christopher grabbed your hands, “that’s why I didn’t tell you. I wanted you to go get your degree; I wasn’t going to be the reason you didn’t go somewhere with your life ─ not if I had anything to say about it.”

“Christopher,” you whispered, “what if─”

He cut you off with a swift kiss to your lips, cupping your face in his hands. Yours gripped his forearms as you fervently kissed back, and when he pulled away, he looked you straight in the eye. “No ‘what if’s. You’re home, you’re with me, and we’re kissing on the fire escape outside my shitty little apartment, and if you let me, I get to call you mine.”

“Of course I’ll be yours, Chris,” you sighed, pushing into his hands and closing your eyes, “but it pains me knowing you liked me that long and I just up and left with no idea.”

“It’s okay,” he said, his brown eyes sparkling, “I love you, everything’s okay.”

“God I love you, too,” you leaned up and kissed him, then wrapped your arms around him and just stayed in his embrace. He peppered kisses on the top of your head, rubbing your back and whispering sweet nothings.

After a few moments, you pulled back and rubbed his chest. “It’s funny. I just got back and we’re already together.”

“What can I say? I got excited,” Chris laughed, showing his tooth gap again.

“Christi, excited is an understatement.”

“Eh, you know me,” he shrugged. You both turned to look out at the skyline once more, seeing the sky to be just a little brighter than it was.

“Welcome home, sweetheart. Welcome home.”

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larryfanfiction · 7 years

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Name?

Heidi.

Age?

23 – 24 on the February 14th, so that’s soon-ish.

How long have you been a fan of One Direction?

I started listening to their music in the beginning of 2013 and joined Tumblr in August 2013. The rest is, as they say, history.

Who is your favorite fic author?

Hmmm… not sure I can really say I have a favourite. I really enjoy hattalove’s writing (especially Amaryllis and Run Like Home), but I think that in general this fandom is filled with brilliant writers. I really like stylinsoncity’s stuff too, and of course old school stuff like dangerbears’. Uh, as a general rule, I like everything tomorrows write too. Actually, I think this just proves that I don’t really have any preferred authors. I’ll read pretty much anything as long as I think the fic sounds good, regardless of who’s written it. To me proper plot and characterisation matters far more than who’s the writer.

What is your favorite fic?

Once again I can’t seem to limit myself to one, so braze yourself for somewhat of a fic rec. An angsty-break-up-getting-back-together-future-mostly-canon-ouch-my-tummy-and-my-heart-hurts-and-who’s-cutting-onions-‘cause-I-think-those-are-tears-on-my-cheeks fic rec that makes it quite obvious what kind of fics I really, really love.

- finding our way back through the flame by sewmyname

- just a memory (and all that we could have been) by trustingno1 (actually this one just inspired a fic in my head the other -day)

- only lonely (but I can’t stop loving you) by trustingno1

- The Sound of Your Voice From Far Away by pukeandcry

- The ‘your life’s already tangled up in mine’ series by imsosorry (!!!! I’ll wish to all eternity that there was a third piece here where they are in an established relationship)

- The ‘Hand in My Pocket/Head in the Clouds’ series by LittleLostPieces (the first three instalments are by far the best!)

- Every Arrow That I Aim Is True by estrella30

- And So Far So Good by checkthemargins (this fic inspired Timebomb and I borrowed the idea about beginning with newpaper clips from this it’s so ouch but also just so amazing!)

- Pull Me Under by Zarah5 (wowza, I nearly forgot my all-time darling fic – it’s what started literally everything for me. If I were to ‘always in my heart’ anything, it would be Pull Me Under. It definitely gets the award for ‘fic that I would most like to read more of given the chance’!).

When did you start writing?

I was about eleven or twelve when I started writing fic. And I was writing in English, which, in hindsight, really can’t have been pretty. I started writing HL in autumn 2013, though.

What was your favorite fic to write and why?

This is a good question. I think my favourite writing process (quite paradoxically) was Like a Timebomb Ticking. It’s not the most fun fic to read, probably, but I’ve never had such an easy time at writing anything before (and my favourite scene I’ve ever written by far is in Timebomb!). It literally just wrote itself. So it’s definitely the least frustrating writing process I’ve ever had. It’s probably the time where I felt most like a writer, where it felt most natural. Usually I struggle a lot with writing. Other than that I think And Then a Bit must be up there, too. Mostly because I never thought that I would be able to write a long fic like that, so every completed chapter was a bit of a personal victory, especially when I actually finished it. No one had believed I was less capable of that than myself.

How and where do you find inspiration?

Hmmm… I often get inspired by reading other fics. Like, often I read something and then it makes me want to replicate the feeling that I got when reading said fic myself. Sometimes I get inspired by a photo or something one of the boys said or maybe a movie I watched. And then I usually try to put my own spin on things. Like with the Vegas fic, it sort of sprung from my desire to write fake relationship again, and wanting to still keep it canon, and then I’ve watched What Happens In Vegas a couple of times and that probably inspired me too. And with Something Great I started out just writing some tags inspired by an instagram pic Harry’d once posted and ended up turning it into a fic. With Sweet Where You Lay I was just enamoured with Miles McMillan and Zachary Quinto, so that set that particular ship sailing. And Then a Bit got started with my desire for a canon fake!relationship fic. It’s a lot of different things that inspire me, basically – often just through the kind of fics I crave to read at the time myself, sort of an ‘if no one else will write it for me, suppose I’ll have to myself’ approach, haha.

Are any of your stories influenced by personal experience?

Not really, I don’t think. My life is sadly lacking in romantic connections, haha. But I guess I often draw on the friendship part between the boys and between HL from personal experience.

How do you get over writer’s block?

I’ll let you know when I figure it out. (Seriously.)

On average, how long does it take to write a fic?

I don’t think I can really make an average. On the height of my ‘writing career’ (if you can call it that) – not long. Nowadays, it’s quite a while. I got the idea for the Vegas fic over a year ago… Timebomb got written in less than two weeks. I’m a pretty quick writer when I’m inspired and have the right combination of people behind me for encouragement, but when not I write very slowly. I think that as my involvement in fandom diminished and fandom-friendships sort of dissolved, so did my productivity fic-wise, which is probably quite natural. It is a difficult climate to write in, what we currently have fandom-wise, I think – at least for me.

How often do you sit down to write? What does your ideal work setting look like?

Hmmm… when I was writing ATaB I tried to manage a little bit every day, but I’ve never quite been able to live up to it. I think I’m probably more the kind of writer who sits down less often, but when I do it’s usually to write a good chunk. If the inspiration is there, at any rate, or the right kind of pressure from betas/friends/whatever. These days I write much too rarely. I didn’t write a single word from late September to early January, for instance. I honestly thought I was done with writing and with fandom. Sometimes I still do, it goes up and down, I suppose.

As for the setting it doesn’t matter much to me. As long as it’s just comfortable to me, I don’t mind. Usually I prefer it to be pretty quiet, too, so that I don’t get distracted. I’m very easily distracted, sadly.

Pick 3 things that are absolutely necessary to make a good story!

1) Character development – it doesn’t have to be much if it’s a short story, but I do prefer fic with some sort of conflict and I do think that conflicts are by far the most interesting if they lead to character development. Live and learn, you know.

2) Compelling storyline – it’s all about the ploooot. Plot over smut has always been – and will always be – my mantra.

3) Proper characterisation – this is so subjective, and it’s also often a really unfair requirement, but nothing turns me off a story quicker than if I don’t agree with the characterisation/character motivation. Luckily, though, there are probably loads other people who agree with the portrayals I don’t agree with, and isn’t that the beauty of fanfiction – and fiction in general, really? Something for everybody and for every different taste.

What do you like most about the writing process?

Getting to live vicariously through the characters I create. When I’m in the throes of a project, I spend a lot of time just imagining various scenes between them while I go about my daily life, and most of them never actually make it into writing.

A good character in literature is usually one that goes through a lot of changes and grows dynamically from beginning to end. What is/are your favorite character arcs, and could you give us an example of one from one of your stories?

Aaahhhh, I DON’T KNOW. Wow, haha, feel the pressure. Actually, I’m the absolute biggest Potterhead, and I’ve got such a soft spot for Ginny – I actually just did a lit exam for uni where I analysed her character, haha. I love the way she develops throughout the books even though she isn’t a particularly big character for most of the time. Other than that, I’m quite fond of James Potter’s development, which is a bit idiotic considering the fact that we know next to nothing about him from the books. I blame fic – particularly The Life and Times and Commentarius!

My favourite character arch of my own, I think, would probably be what I’ve envisioned for Harry in the Vegas fic, haha. Which is a bit sad, and a bit mean of me to say, but it’s the truth. More than anything, the Vegas fic is thought to be a character development fic. I don’t think my oneshots usually allow for all that much character growth. I suppose that Louis does grow quite a lot in the struggle of overcoming his grief in Timebomb, and Harry, too, has a rather interesting development – in my opinion – in All the Lights, but, yeah, for true, deep character development, Vegas!Harry is hopefully the way to go.

What is your favorite genre/tag to write?

Fake!Relationship! Angst. Happy ending, that one’s a must!

What kind of scene do you find hardest to write? Easiest?

Hardest? Smut. By far.

Easiest? Don’t think there’s anything. It’s only when inspiration really, really strikes that I find writing even remotely easy. It’s the best, though. It’s a maddening feeling when it’s like your fingers can’t type your thoughts quick enough and you can almost feel the great dialogue and similes and metaphors drift away before they make it through your fingers onto the keyboard and into the document. It’s a pretty rare occurrence, but it’s just the best feeling! Oh, and I do think, maybe, I find endings the easiest to write. Which is a bit odd, for someone like me who’s dead afraid of letting go and saying goodbye, haha.

Do you write chronologically?

Yes and no. Mostly, I do. Like I sit down and I begin the story from the start and go from there. Then, often when I get stuck, I’ll write a part of the story that I’m really looking forward to, if there’s any, and then I’ll weave it in later when I get to it in the story. Or sometimes some dialogue or a great scene will pop into my head, and I’ll write that ASAP and then add it in when I get to it. But for the most part, I write chronologically.

Are you currently working on something? Can we have a little preview?

Been trying my hand at the Vegas fic again, so I suppose you can have a piece of that. Just ‘cause you’re all so nice.

Louis stirs, and Harry panics, and like a sort of odd symbiosis of reactions the two seem irrefutably linked. Harry’s heart races, his head spins, and he realises – right there, right then – that he won’t ever be ready for the confrontation they’re about to have. It feels like some sort of twisted amalgamation of what’s surely to be the most awkward and uncomfortable conversation and situation of his life. He wishes he could just be absorbed into the ground, wishes a hole would open up in the floor and swallow him like he saw it happen to a demon in a recent episode of Charmed. He wishes his last name was Potter and not Styles, he would take on ten Voldemorts gladly in exchange for the invisibility cloak and the ability to apparate himself a hell of a long way away from here. A mouthful or two of an anti-hangover potion wouldn’t be amiss either.

But, alas, as it is his last name is Styles and right now his heads pounds, his stomach churns, his heart is ready to send him into cardiac arrest, and Louis sits up groggily on the bed, looking every bit as rough as Harry feels.

Anything you would like to say to your readers?

Thank you. Just thank you. Very much a lot. You have – literally – changed my life. Thank you.

Thank you so much, Heidi! We really appreciate all your hard work. The Vegas fic sounds amazing!

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svbjetarch · 7 years

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👫 ( wowza right back at you with both ships pls c: )

♕ Let the music play…

Status : Accepting @shcllshcck 👫 for four headcanons of our muses

Chris ✗ Yuzi ❅ If you remember how we first got that couple, it was some kind of Fucking you while forcing you to talk into the phone plot, based on that, I can imagine how Chris would always bother her when she needs to call her father or worse, make her pick up in heated moments. Although both of them are aware that her father wouldn’t easily acknowledge their relationship, no matter he has quite some good position in the company, he’d probably prefer to tell - more so than her - to escape that game of hide and seek but also respect her opinion so it’s only gonna end up with him bothering her while being on the phone with her dad as little protest. ❅ The way he loves her legs and feet so he’d always buy her shoes. Imagine the moment a while before Valentine’s and they’re out in the city together, walking past some shop window and she’s instantly falling for that certain pair of high heels but already spent most of her money on shoes and undergarments etc so she’s leaving them behind after trying them once. So on Valentine’s there’s roses in the morning and some secret sharing a cake with an electric candle in his office when everyone’s out on lunch break, and the romantic dinner with rose petals in the evening until eventually he kneels down in front of her, telling her to close her eyes and slipping on those shoes for her and just imagine how cute this is! ❅ Imagine their birthdays when there’d always be some company related drinking evening since they’re still in the same department throughout the whole remaining years of her studies in university and each and every time they’d end up in the bathroom and make out with each other and it becomes a tradition since that still is how everything between them started! ❅ But the fact that she’s always driving him crazy without even realizing with the little things like putting stockings on in front of him in the morning or showing off her legs in those high heels, especially when she’s not wearing pencil skirts like in the office, or how she’s always flirting with him - secretly or openly - when drunk. Then again, he also would drive her crazy with simple things, like, she’d love-hate the sight of him slowly unbuttoning his shirt around him before going to bed or whatever. Awrwakrd as they are, they might drive each other crazy but since she entirely lacks experience it’s also a lot of shy and hidden glances from her side and the fact they need to keep it all hidden causes just this much more tension in public.

Himchan ✗ Yuzi ❅ Originally she’s only able to receive his conscious when she’s asleep or passed out but what if with time it gets stronger and she learns to control it to silently keep watch (please appreciate this pun) over him during experiments and so on but imagine the days when they test his reaction to women and females and every time there’s some pretty candidate she’s getting all jealous if he’s not getting the thoughts of killing her instantly but on the other hand she really feels guilty for her selfish desire of being the only one he shall not see as prey and all that angst for being unable to tell him and being tormented by it and eventually spilling it in front of him and he has to soothe her and he doesn’t know how and omg. ❅ The days she’s starting to visiting his conscious even when awake so she’s experiencing all his pain and every once in a while it happens she’s close to the outdoors facilities or later on needs to watch the experiments standing next to her father and she’s feeling all his pain and the first times she’d always end up screaming. But since he has enhanced senses, he’d hear all her screams and always tries to get close to her for worrying about her being in pain while she needs to come up with excuses for it each and every time and they need to find a way to work this out because they’re risking their secrets to be blown and every time it happens it’s just low-key terror for wanting to protect their secret but being unable to control their reactions. ❅ Because the scientists want to make him more of a specialized weapon, they want to make use of his good looks and to teach him about how to seduce women and so on but since she’s his doctor in charge, they make her watch all those movies with him to make him understand so at times it’s like having a movie date but on other days there’s also porn to teach him about different skills as well and all the embarrassment from her side for needing to do so and the teasing from his side. It’d be too hilarious! ❅ I had to rewatch the MV for this but whenever he changes, he gets these marks all over his skin which neither of them knew at first because he doesn’t have mirrors normally and she can’t see it when receiving his conscious so when his instincts first start to take over in front of her and she sees all these marks, she’s entirely torn between how it oddly adds to his beauty but also the danger and terror his primitive mind means to her. Though, after she’s seen it first she can’t get it out of her mind and wants to see it again and again despite the risk - my condolences. ❅ Let’s make this one more teeny-tiny headcanon as bonus: What if she can only ever get these visions when he’s in his monster mode so she really has to get to know him as a “human” too to entirely fall in love?

#sakruhlij #( Himchan )#( Chris )#( but why can't I have simple headcanons )#.• ♕ ┊ ANOTHER STORY AND ANOTHER WORLD. REMAINING HEART & SOUL FELT. ( verse )#( AU )

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B2B Video Marketing on LinkedIn: How to Embrace Video in Your Content Strategy

Does your B2B marketing program include LinkedIn video marketing?

If it doesn’t, it should.

LinkedIn video content generates five times the engagement as image or text-based content and Live video on LinkedIn generates a whopping 24x more engagement.

87% of LinkedIn video marketers say it’s been an effective channel for them.

41% of marketers think video is THE best content format for building relationships that generate leads. Marketers prefer video for their lead generation goals over any other content format.

But maybe you knew all that already. It’s no secret that video works, or that social media is one of the best places to use it. But maybe you’re still not totally committed to video as a medium for your B2B content strategy.

Is it maybe… perhaps… because you’d just rather not appear on screen?

If it is, you’re not alone. “Fear or hesitancy to be on camera is still the #1 barrier to video use,” according to recent research from Vidyard. 36% of their study’s participants said they were avoiding video because of hesitancy about being on camera.

This is a real issue, whether it’s a logical one or not. But if 2020 has been good for anything, it’s been good for getting us all used to being on camera – on live video. So now that you’ve got a couple hundred Zoom meetings under your belt, hopefully you’re no longer among those hesitant 36%.

If you are still on the fence, consider this: What would it mean to get 5x (much less 24x) more engagement from your content – to get that much more of a response from your target audience?

With engagement levels like that, you might even be able to consider creating less content. You might be able to generate enough MQLs and SQLs to get the raise you want, and you might still have enough time in Q4 to land a nice year-end bonus… if you get started now.

So given all that, the question isn’t if you should be doing Linkedin video marketing. It is how you should be doing Linkedin video marketing.

There are four ways to use video on LinkedIn:

LinkedIn Video Ads

Linkedin Native video

Embedded video posts

Live video

Let’s dive into each of them.

LinkedIn Video Ads

These, of course, are paid ads that run on LinkedIn or the LinkedIn Audience Network. They can be used for brand awareness on LinkedIn, used in combination with LinkedIn’s pre-filled forms for lead generation, or used to drive traffic to a site or landing page, either to do lead generation on a page you control or to send prospects to a product page or anywhere else you’d like.

The current specifications for LinkedIn video ads are here. One of the most important specs on that page is that LinkedIn ads can be up to 30 minutes long, though LinkedIn will tell you that the “most successful video ads are less than 15 seconds long”.

It’s highly recommended for video ads to:

Be short.

Use captions. About 80% of videos on LinkedIn are watched with the sound off, so having text to guide the viewer through content is paramount.

Be accessible on a small screen. According to LinkedIn, 57% of their B2B content is consumed on mobile. So keep the visual simple and consider increasing the text size of the captions.

Maximize the first three seconds of the video.

Include a call to action.

Here are some ideas for great LinkedIn video ads to get you started:

Brief customer stories or testimonials. These can be used to engage your existing audiences, or to warm up cold audiences for lead generation ads later on.

“Day in the life” style videos of employees for recruiting.

Project or process videos showing your team and company at work doing what they do best.

Mission statement style videos, either from your CEO or from a mix of the C-Suite and front-line employees.

Product videos.

For some examples of great LinkedIn ads, see our blog post, B2B Advertising: 20 Examples of Terrific B2B Social Media Ads.

Demand generation marketers can make use of LinkedIn video ads to drive registrations for online or offline events, or to build excitement for a product launch, or simply urge business buyers to explore a better way to optimize their work.

If you want to add some sophistication to your campaign, also consider pairing LinkedIn video ads with LinkedIn Conversation ads. Videos are especially good for eliciting responses, so the two ads formats are complementary.

LinkedIn Native Videos

This is the format many B2B marketers will spend most of their resources on. Native videos on LinkedIn do extremely well and are familiar enough to adapt for day to day content production.

But here are some things to consider for that production:

Short videos work best on LinkedIn. In fact, you can’t post a native video that’s longer than 10 minutes. Even three minutes is now considered a “long” video; one minute or less often performs better.

As with ads, always use captions. Or, as LinkedIn suggests, “design for sound off but delight with sound on.”

Limit those brand introduction animations. The first three seconds of any video are critical. Don’t bore viewers with a brand intro that’s more than a second or so.

Professionalism rules on LinkedIn, but good video also needs to humanize. Some LinkedIn video authorities, like Allen Gannett, encourage video producers to prioritize being accessible and relatable over being overly professional. Remember the old rule in B2B: People do business with people.

Both personal profiles and company pages can publish native videos. For a deep dive on everything you can do with native videos, see LinkedIn’s on-demand webinar, [Lights, camera, action] How to wow your audience with video on LinkedIn. It’s one of the best, most data-driven, detailed explanations of LinkedIn video we’ve come across. It’s worth watching twice.

One of the webinar’s particular strengths is talking about how to repurpose video assets. This is key for those of you who are cool on video because of the cost and the time and resource investment required to produce good video.

There’s good reason to be cautious about that investment, but if you can create even one or two large video assets, then break them down into smaller chunks of video content, you can produce an enormous amount of video cost-effectively. One brand was able to take a one-hour recorded event and break it into over 40 different video excerpts, which is nearly half a year’s worth of video content.

LinkedIn Embedded Video Posts – and why you might not want to use them

You can republish videos from other platforms, like Facebook and YouTube into your LinkedIn feed. This is a way to distribute your company’s video content, but it’s not ideal.

For starters, LinkedIn’s algorithm strongly prefers native video. But even more importantly, using video from other platforms may result in low engagement rates, simply because the content is not platform-specific.

LinkedIn, as you probably know, is a unique social media platform. It’s not Facebook. It’s not Twitter. It’s not YouTube. It has unique social norms and content preferences. And so while it might be more efficient to create video assets and then just share them across every platform, the best social media pros discourage this. The social media platforms have evolved so much (and so much in just the last year) that any content that isn’t expressly designed for each platform may well fall flat. This may be part of why engagement rates on social are dropping… the old tactic of “publish everywhere” is working less and less well all the time.

Convince and Convert did a podcast recently about this shift to platform-centric content and about LinkedIn video in particular with Allen Gannett, author of The Creative Curve and founder of TrackMaven. Gannett has earned global recognition for his own LinkedIn videos, which are one-minute interviews with famous people.

Gannett’s episode on Convince and Convert goes into detail about how he approaches LinkedIn video, but also about how he schedules and plans it (hint: consistency is key). It’s a very good case study in how one marketer has chosen to commit to a platform and just do it really well, rather than trying to be everywhere at once. LinkedIn video can deliver enough returns to be worth that kind of investment.

LinkedIn Live

LinkedIn Live is still in beta, but the early results from marketers who are using it are too compelling to ignore. Case in point: LinkedIn Lives get 24 times more engagement than other content formats on the platform.

If your company has a strong LinkedIn presence and is already published quality video on the platform regularly, you might be able to get in early by applying for the beta program. Here’s the application page.

Some key things to notice on the application page:

LinkedIn “reviews applications and prioritizes approvals based on a specific set of selection criteria, such as:

– Video and overall content creation history – Audience size and engagement history – Member or Page account has been in good standing – Two Factor Authentication (2FA) enabled in account settings

You’ll need a third-party tool to Livestream to LinkedIn.

Current tools to do this are:

Socialive

Restream.io

Wirecast

Switcher Studio(iOS mobile only)

Wowza Cloud

StreamYard

Brandlive

Easy Live

Vimeo – Enterprise and Premium

Live U

That tool list is going to change over time, so see LinkedIn’s company page about which tools work for live streaming.

Review LinkedIn’s guidelines and best practices specifically for streaming content.

Some of these guidelines may surprise some marketers. Here’s what the guidelines were, verbatim, as of publication:

No selling or promotional streams.

No pre-recorded content. All streams should be live and happening in real time, or you may confuse members and potentially betray their trust.

No live streams shorter than 10 to 15 minutes because there won’t be enough time for the audience to increase and interact. You can share shorter videos from your homepage.

No meta streams. Avoid talking about how to use LinkedIn on LinkedIn.

Avoid sponsor logos that dominate the video. If you must use sponsor graphics, keep them small.

No long “starting soon” screens. Don’t keep your audience waiting for more than one or two minutes.

No unprofessional streams. All live content is publicly visible and should be appropriate for a LinkedIn audience.

The three biggest surprises there are

No pre-recorded streams.

No selling or promotional streams.

No talking about how to use LinkedIn on Linkedin.

If you want to get approved for the beta, also make sure your profile is publicly viewable, especially the following sections: Articles & Activity, Current Experience, and Education.

For further reading, the LinkedIn Live best practices guide is here. They also have a broadcast producer’s guide that covers the technical nuts and bolts of making the tech for LinkedIn Lives work.

LinkedIn Video marketing in 2020 and beyond

So that’s the landscape of LinkedIn B2B video marketing right now. B2B marketers have several different formats to work with between native videos and Lives, plus a great way to promote videos with video ads.

Those formats also allow for two big themes in video marketing right now: Long form and short form video. As you craft your editorial strategy for this medium, those two “containers” (long form and short form) should be treated carefully. What messaging fits into 15 seconds? What other topics require the 20 minute minimum of a LinkedIn live?

Fortunately, there’s plenty of time and creative opportunity to figure it all out.

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Story 4:lost

The Louenburg residence 3:14 am February, 14th,2019

The early mornings were always oddly refreshing. I’d flip over to a kid’s tv channel and get to catch some classic cartoons. My top 3 were probably Spiderman, Silver Surfer, and Looney toons. It was always nice to see those and escape the reality of school or “work.” Is this even a job? I honestly never know but it feels like slavery to some magical book. Every single time it opens I feel like an R rated Scooby Doo, getting the gang together to fuck the town up more. Would I be more of a Velma? I got up from the couch and went over to my laptop bag near the wall. It had been a while since Terror Eater, so everyone had started to calm down. It’s not like I INTENDED to disappear for a week, just saw some tree and was like “Oh fuck yeah.” Now that I think about it, that’s kinda sad. Just throw some trees my way and I do whatever you want. God, I love plants. I sat down with my laptop and opened it up, watching Spiderman and taking a which scooby doo character are you quiz because I’m very mature, shut up, when I spotted something out of the corner of my eye. A blinking red light out in the yard. That couldn’t have been right. I got up to get a closer look, pretending to be looking for my laptop charger. It was... a camera. WHAT THE FUCK! I almost screamed, but somehow managed to keep a level head. Was someone watching me? Who? FBI? I didn’t know what to do. I just grabbed my shit and called Mickey, knowing he’d still be up. He was, sure as day. “Hey, it’s a bad time but what’s up?” He said, he probably started his sentence before even answering. Sure enough, he was the team nurse. Took a first aid class during the summer after I broke my arm. “Hey, someone’s outside watching me, can you come get me?” I said. I heard him shoot up half way through the sentence, “What do you mean someone’s watching you?” He blurted out, he was pretty loud, probably so he didn’t have to explain to Mara where he was going. “As in someone’s sitting outside recording me!” I whisper-screamed at him. “Hey, I gotta-” He started, followed by Mara telling him to “Go, it’s an emergency, get moving!” I would’ve laughed in any other situation, but... I was honestly more afraid this person would figure out I saw them. Did they already know? If they did and brought a weapon, I don’t doubt they’d attack Mickey. “Hurry!” I whispered and hung up. I just had to play cool until he got here. Ok, I can do this. By the time my eyes weren’t breaking away from the light I realized how fucked I was. I can’t even talk to a new person without freaking out, much less let them sit in the bushes and record me for their wank collection. DING! I snatched up my phone. “I’m here, let’s go,” Don’t have to tell me twice, I shot for my bag, grabbed it, and ran! Not gonna wait for that guy to get his rocks off to scram! I hopped in the passenger seat and slammed the door. I opened his glove box and grabbed his revolver. “Hey, that’s not a toy!” he yelled. I put it back, sighing. So much for castle doctrine.

The Vallen residence 7:00 am, February 14th, 2019.

You might be wondering why I decided to get up so early. I did too, I had no self-confidence, none at all, in fact I had negative self-confidence. These are things you already probably knew. Unless trees, Beth, or adventure was involved, I’d constantly doubt myself. My Facebook time line reminded me what day it was with a picture I never wanted to see again. Me, in a sparkly red dress, and there, with their arm around me was my former lover Alex. Alex was nonbinary and a real tough lookin folk. Their wardrobe was probably the costume design for The Terminator. The dark hair and biker jacket used to turn me on... now it just hurts. They went missing a while back, no one said anything. That was about three years ago, and every year since Mickey gave me something on Valentine’s Day, the cards always calling me his dearest friend. It was nice but it didn’t change much. They were still gone. Fuck it, this time I’m finally not gonna be sad! I opened the closet and grabbed the same red dress from the photo and threw it on quickly. I ran to the bathroom and flung open the makeup drawer. Digging through it I realized how old most of the stuff was. I grabbed what little wasn’t empty or expired and threw it on. Some black eyeshadow, mascara, and red lipstick never hurt anyone! I looked up in the mirror and felt... good for once! Not because of all the pretty shit, although that never hurt, but because for the first time in a while I was taking control. I grabbed my converse shoes and threw them on quick, stole a granola bar from the pantry and ran out to the bus stop. I leaped in through the door way panting, the other kids from my stop must’ve thought I truly lost it, and maybe I have. I sat down and checked my purse. Card? Check! We were good to go. I threw on “Jessie’s Girl” and watched out the window at everything passing by.

Big Horn High School, 7:25 am, February 14th, 2019

The bus was late, so there went dropping it in her computer bag early today. Guess I’d have second period, besides, she’s busy with club stuff in the mornings anyways. How does she even do it? “Ms. Vallen!” Mr. Hadison called after me. “I know, I’m late! Trust me, I got some good photos for class-” I started, turning around to see the one, the only special agent/Uber driver Chuck Garrison. “Ms. Vallen what a pleasure-” He stopped mid-sentence, “We’ve met before, haven’t we?” Shit, girl, we’re so dead! Does he know? For now, act like he doesn’t. “No... Nope, no way Jose!” I said, immediately blowing it. “Yep, I gave you a ride! I could tell the moment you opened your mouth.” He said and honestly I wouldn’t have been surprised if he was serious. “I know we talked earlier about somethings but Mr. Hadison here said you knew anything and everything about instant cameras.” He continued. “I do, why are you asking?” My voice was shaking again. He handed me a picture, “I was wondering if you could tell me anything about who took this photo or the camera used for it?” Ha, that’s it? Man, this would be easy. I took a look at it. It was one of mine, but I knew that if I tried to wiggle out or lie, I was as good as dead. “This looks like a Polaroid OneStep, much like the one I have” I held up my camera and gave it a wiggle. “The photographer, whoever they are, knew their tool like the back of their hand, the coloring is a little off but given the date at the bottom this tends to happen with pictures that are left unprotected for a while.” “Could they have also been called a camera expert like yourself?” Garrison asked, trying to trip me up. “Well, I guess with enough time and practice, anyone could be, don’t really see how a title effects an investigation-” I paused. “Hang on!” I held the picture up to a light and a smile ran across my face. It was the cabin but there was something off. “Someone added a window and a mountain! Whoever gave this to you is bullshiting you!” I handed it back to him, “Can I go to class now, officer? Or did you have any more questions?” He looked at the picture, then me, picture again, me again. He nodded and I headed off. “How did she know that?” Chuck asked. “Told you she’d know what you needed.” Mr. Hadison answered with a slight chuckle.

Lunch, 10:45 am, February 14th,2019.

I sat down at the table with Beth, Mickey, and Mara. They had started talking about whatever plans the couple ™ had and kept insisting Beth came along. I plopped a couple pictures down and started eating. The lack of space and pockets was honestly way more annoying than I remembered. I got a jaw drop from Mickey and a “Wowza!” from Beth, so I assumed it was the dress. “Ok pervs, get it all out now!” I joked, hoping they didn’t have any more comments. “Hey, so sorry but I forgot to get you something,” Mickey said. Three years and he’s never forgotten, hell last year I literally caught him buying a card for me in the middle of January! Who even does that? “What do you mean get her something?” Mara asked, and Beth started typing the answer away on her phone. The annoyed expression on Mara’s face changed to one of guilt. “Yeah, I was surprised too when I first saw him do it.” Beth said. I kept quiet for the rest of lunch, zoning out and eating my food, making sure my pics were good and occasionally showing one or two to the table. The one benefit to a magic camera is that you never run out of film! There were maybe two hundred photos there and I loved almost all of them. The bell rang and Beth shot off, as soon as she was out of ear shot was when I remembered I probably should’ve given her the card.

After school, 2:15 pm, February 14th, 2019.

Walking to Mickey’s truck I saw a bush... sit down. The red light from last night was starting to flash. Was this person really so stupid as to try something like this in broad daylight? I walked over, ready to kick this perv in the face for putting his cameras through such abuse as to violate someone’s privacy when I noticed something glowing... my camera. I stood still, who was seeing this? I started to feel weak, so I ran, sprinting towards Mickey. “It’s-” was about all I could force out before collapsing.

Big Horn Memorial County Hospital, 6:23 pm, February 14th,2019

When I came to, I had an IV in my arm and Beth sitting in a chair nearby. “What happened?” I asked, hoping what I remembered was a fever dream. Beth shot up and kneeled down next to my bed “Hey, you’re ok.” She said in her calming voice. “You passed out, doctors think it was dehydration but I told them that wasn’t possible, I literally watched you drink before you collapsed.” I chuckled softly, “Wow, Beth, you watch me drink? Are you sure it wasn’t you outside last night?” Her smile disappeared. “What?” she seemed scared, as was I. “There was...someone outside your place last night, they were recording me all night and-” Beth cut me off by handing the Children’s survival guide to me. “Someone... or something?” Sure as shit, the page in front of me is what little I remembered seeing. A pale, tall, humanoid creature. They don’t just have cameras, the cameras are their head, constantly watching and draining its victims of all life. Rumor has it that they’re people kidnapped by monsters with magical powers turned into a monster themselves and the only way to free them is if they’re recognized by someone. Their targets are usually someone they’re close to but can also be someone who’s just met them. “Oh yes, because I’ll remember M.C. Camera face!” I said, defeated. A hospital cart rolled by, completely unattended. Beth looked over at it, watching it roll past and looking for any signs of it. She gripped my hand, I guess to keep track of me. The door flung open and the thing came in, Beth stood in between us to block it. I kept Staring at it, trying to think of who could possibly be this camera! That’s when I noticed, it was an old camera. Not just any old camera, but the camera I had used to film my first ever dance with... “Beth, move!” She turned around, “Are you insane, it’s going to kill you!” I sigh and smile at it, “No Beth, they aren’t... please just trust me.” She sighed and moved aside. The stalker got close, leaning in maybe an inch from my face. “I thought of you today, Alex.” I said. The stalker started to emit steam, warping into itself, and yet it had this look. Even though it had no face, you could tell it was giving me a “Thank you” look. Beth and I sat there in watched, tears rolling down my face. As the last of it burned, Beth came over and wiped my tears, holding me close. I spent about an hour just crying with Beth there cradling me. It was nice, but eventually I stopped crying. “Hey,” she said reaching into her purse, “I may or may not have planned something out for tonight that didn’t work because you were in the hospital. But we do have an alternative!” she said, pulling a projector out of her bag. I was pleasantly surprised. “Wait, did you stop Mickey from-” I started. “No silly, just wanted to give you mine first” She said, turning off the lights and turning the projector on. It was her, holding some note cards. It was late and she was quietly reading them from her room but you could tell she cared. “Juniper, I’ve told a million lies to a thousand people but today I have to say the hardest words I have ever said before in my life.” A picture of us went up, in place of her as she laid down next to me. “If there was ever someone I would want to be trapped on an island with, it would be you. You are funny, clever, sweet, and more stunning than you ever give yourself credit for. I knew that the first time I ever asked you for a pencil, and every time after that. The adorable way you stammer over your words when you aren’t confident in yourself reminds me I might actually have a chance to say what I want to say in person. Juniper Susan Vallen...” The projector Beth disappeared as the video ended, replaced by me and the real Beth sitting in the darkness. I felt her face turn towards me, the room barely illuminated by the hallway light through the curtains and the monitors behind me. “I...” she paused. She felt like... well like me trying to talk to someone! “I love you” she barely managed to get out. Fireworks went off in my heart. This can’t be real! “Elizabeth Louenburg...” I paused too for dramatic effect. “I may or may not love you too.” She looked at me like I just told her to go fuck herself “May or may not?” I giggled, “Ok, Ok, yes, I love you too, dummy!” She sat in my lap and kissed me. It was amazing, I didn’t want it to end. But sadly, we were interrupted by someone knocking at the door. Beth sighed and got up, checking the door. “Ok, I’ll ask her if she wants to see you now.” she said to whoever it was, them responding back and her snapping “I don’t care if you’re God himself, if Juni doesn’t want to see you, she doesn’t want to see you!” She shut the door on them and whispered to me “Some guy named Chuck is here to see you.” I gave her a thumbs up and she opened the door. “She said you have five minutes.” Beth said, knowing damn well I didn’t but probably just wanted to spend some more time with her new girlfriend. Chuck sat down, his stereotypical suit and tie looking a little less professional the way it was coming apart. “When I heard our only real witness,” he said, gesturing towards me, “was in the hospital I HAD to rush down here. Juniper,” He said, looking at me like he was losing all hope in this weak case, “do you know of anyone who may have attempted to hurt you in anyway?” I shook my head. “Then how did you break your nose? And how did you pass out in the first place?” Beth started to seem annoyed so I tried to answer him quickly, “I have no idea how I collapsed, doctors noticed a lack of nutrients so that might’ve been it, as far as my nose goes I hit the ground pretty hard so that must’ve done the trick.” And with that his faith seemed restored. “If we happened to get any more pictures from the news or wherever, would you still be willing to identify them?” I nodded and he got up. “Thank you so much! We might just have a case against these traitors after all!” He shook my hand, then Beth’s. “It was nice to meet you, ma’am. I’ll let you girls get back to whatever you were doing.” He winked at me and left. It was odd but... reassuring oddly. Beth sighed and layed next to me, refusing to leave me all night.

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Falling in Love with Cloth Diapering

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Falling in Love with Cloth Diapering

Falling in LOVE with Cloth Diapers

I absolutely LOVE cloth diapering. I never imagined how much I would enjoy it! I mean, they are diapers after all.

How it All Got Started

My husband and I decided the summer before my son was born to go the cloth diaper route. Initially my reason for looking into it was cost savings.

Before researching cloth diapers, I was doing a cost analysis of a list I had made for everything I thought we needed for the baby. I actually researched approximately how many diapers we might need in the first year and the cost was staggering. It was something like $1,500. Wowza!

My husband and I have been making gradual changes for a couple years now to try to lead a less wasteful life style, and try to save and make money where we can. We garden vegetables and herbs, compost, recycle metal, hang dry our laundry, and are looking into commuting by bike rather than car. Once we have some land, we plan to do a lot more.

So right off the bat, the first thing we liked about the possibility of cloth was the idea of reusing diapers rather than a one-and-done approach.

We liked that many of the diapers we bought would last from newborn stage right on through potty training! We especially liked the idea of using diapers for more than one child.

Making the Decision to Cloth Diaper

The truth is I didn’t know anything about cloth diapering. No one in my world used them. So I searched and read as much as I could online. Interestingly enough, both my mother and my husband’s mother cloth diapered with us, but didn’t like it. They both thought we were crazy for considering it, seeing it as unnecessary in this day and age. (They have been surprised at the options now available compared to 30 years ago!)

Before I actually decided cloth was for us, I decided to look into how I might save money buying disposable diapers. I read some crazy articles about constantly watching out for sales at six different stores, and buying in bulk and creating stock piles of different sized diapers and such. Those articles I read mentioned how I never needed to pay more than $.17 per diaper – a deal which I couldn’t find on my own as I have yet to learn the art of couponing. (A work in progress.)

There were a few things that made this approach unappealing for me, not the least of which was the uncertainty of just HOW MANY diapers I would need. If I was to stockpile diapers of various sizes, how was I to know what was enough…or worse, too many. It seemed easy to fall into the trap of wastefulness once again.

Another reason I didn’t want to go this route was because I’m not a big fan of shopping. Oh yes, I love to go shop for a new dress for myself, a gift for my husband, or toys for my son every now and then – and motherhood has certainly made me appreciate those trips to the grocery store as a way of “getting out of the house”. However, the thought of watching for sales like it was my job, and bouncing around from store to store looking at clearance sales was almost stressful for me. I do love online shopping though.

Not What I Expected

So my search for the most cost effective and easiest diapering method led me to cloth diapering. Let me be honest that this did not appeal to me at all at first. I decided to really do my due diligence, and pressed on. I read article after article, and blog post after blog post.

I needed to know HOW to cloth diaper. I had never even seen a cloth diaper before! I quickly realized there were several types of cloth diapers, so I had to read to overcome that learning curve as well. Then, I needed to know WHICH cloth diapers were best. What type? What brand?

When I started my research, I was fully expecting to learn how to use a large safety pin (just like I had seen in stork bringing the baby cartoons), to pin in a towel that I was attaching to my baby. I expected to learn the trick of pinning this towel without sticking him, and then I imaged my child crinkling about as he sported the plastic pants I’d inevitably be buying for him.

Three things surprised me, as I began my cloth diapering education:

I was surprised that all these women whose articles I was reading, truly loved cloth diapering.

I was surprised at all the different cloth diaper options out there. It’s not like it was 30 years ago when we were babies.

I was surprised at how easy clothing diapering truly is.

Here are 5 Reasons Why I LOVE Cloth Diapering!

Cost Savings. I could go into great detail about how many of which type of cloth diaper is better. Naturally since there are different types of diapers, the prices vary. For the super thrifty, cloth diapers can even be purchased used from second hand stores, other crunchy mamas, and online marketplaces. The cheapest option I found is using prefolds with covers. The concept here is that the cover can be used multiple times (2-4x) and the prefold diaper replaced at each changing. To get started, I bought 36 prefolds (12 in a smaller size and 24 in a larger size), and 6 covers. From my experience this was probably more than I needed. The covers were about $15 to $25 each new. (I bought two different brands and the characters and prints may vary.) The prefolds were about $25/dozen. I also got a few special inserts to help with extra absorbency to get us through the night. For convenience only, I have since purchased (used from a second-hand store) “all-in-2” diapers, in which an absorbent insert is put in a shell, and this entire package is used once before washing. These were about $7 each. (If you decide to buy 2nd hand, I do recommend stripping the diapers first. Click here for great information on stripping diapers. Click here for great information on proper wash routines for cloth diapers.) This is much more than what is needed for one day. With all these diapers, I can go 3 or 4 days between washes, so I only do two extra loads of laundry a week. So, with the diapers, and diaper paraphilia (diaper pail, diaper pail liner, and wet bags, and diaper sprayer (not needed until my baby started solids), and the modern day “safety pin”, snappies!), my cost to get started was about $400.

Versatility. One of my cousins asked me what my theme was regarding purchasing baby items. When I asked her what she meant, she said, “Like for me, I wanted things that were easy!” “Oh,” I replied. “I want things that last me as long as possible – from as early on after birth to toddler hood, if possible.” And THAT is precisely what cloth diapers do! Many cloth diapers come in “one size”. The ones I purchased are for children 8-35 pounds. (8 pounds? But what about babies who are born smaller than 8 pounds? Honestly, I used disposable newborn diapers with my son for the first several weeks. They do have cloth diapers that are made especially for newborns, but since this stage is so short, and there are meconium (sticky, dark, tar-like substance) poops in the beginning that are difficult to clean and can easily stain cloth diapers, I decided to use disposable at first.) However, since that stage we have loved using our Rumparooz diaper covers with snaps and prefolds!

Durability and Absorbency. My husband and I recently took a trip out of state, and to avoid taking an extra suitcase just for cloth diapers, we went ahead and bought a small pack of disposable diapers. Although they served their purpose, they were so much more flimsy than the cloth diapers we have come to depend upon. My husband and I both agreed that anytime my son urinated, the pee smell was much stronger than when he is wearing cloth diapers. The disposables seemed to be plenty absorbent. When my son did do the dreaded “number two”, the smell was much more pungent than with cloth. Throwing it in the trash wasn’t enough to mask the smell even though it has a lid. It needed to be tossed in the dumpster outside! His cloth diapers, though, work wonderfully at preventing blowouts. I remember when my son was only a few weeks old, how the mess would escape his newborn disposables. Yucky! The cloth diapers are also incredibly strong and can last through several baby bums worth of diapering. I will say that not every brand is created equal. I have not been particularly impressed with the Bummis brand cover with velcro. The velcro has not shown itself to have the same quality as the other brands with velcro I purchased. Thirsties Duo Wrap hook and loop have been great diaper covers and the velcro still looks like new after 10 months of use. (We use velcro covers at night to get a more fitted diaper and better control leaks – aka No Leaks!)

Adorability! Anyone who has ever seen a baby in just a diaper has probably said, “Cute!” Cloth diaper takes the diapered bum up to a whole new level of ADORABLE! With so many cloth diapering types and brands, a diaper has now become a cute accessory and a part of an outfit. There are so many color choices, not to mention fun designs and characters.

Better for Sensitive Skin. My son has very sensitive skin, which we expected even before he was born as both my husband and I do also. Cloth diapers, when washed properly, are a terrific option for babies who experience diaper rashes. In our recent experience with disposables, my son had a bout of diaper rash which quickly healed once we were back home and he went back to his cloth diapers. If you are using cloth and do need a cloth diaper friendly diaper rash cream, I recommend using the all natural version of Boudreaux’s Buttpaste (green tube). It’s worked very well for my son.

So if you’re just starting out as a first time parent, or maybe have already started down the road of disposable diapers well into your third kiddo but are curious about cloth diapering, go ahead and take the plunge. Even if you just buy one or two to get you started so you can see how they work and compare to disposable, this is a great start! All I can say is I have not been disappointed in the decision to go cloth!

Here is a really thorough resource on cloth diapers.

NOTE: Feel free to look through the different sizes and colors on the products links I shared throughout the post. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask!

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Falling in Love with Cloth Diapering

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Falling in Love with Cloth Diapering

Falling in LOVE with Cloth Diapers

I absolutely LOVE cloth diapering. I never imagined how much I would enjoy it! I mean, they are diapers after all.

How it All Got Started

My husband and I decided the summer before my son was born to go the cloth diaper route. Initially my reason for looking into it was cost savings.

So right off the bat, the first thing we liked about the possibility of cloth was the idea of reusing diapers rather than a one-and-done approach.

We liked that many of the diapers we bought would last from newborn stage right on through potty training! We especially liked the idea of using diapers for more than one child.

Making the Decision to Cloth Diaper

Not What I Expected

Three things surprised me, as I began my cloth diapering education:

I was surprised that all these women whose articles I was reading, truly loved cloth diapering.

I was surprised at all the different cloth diaper options out there. It’s not like it was 30 years ago when we were babies.

I was surprised at how easy clothing diapering truly is.

Here are 5 Reasons Why I LOVE Cloth Diapering!

NOTE: Feel free to look through the different sizes and colors on the products links I shared throughout the post. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask!

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