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#no bc i went back and marked the pages that a song would fit with and organized it into a playlist
simpingforlookism · 9 months
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Kitab al-Azif
You find a book in the local library, the cover was of leather- worn and old. There was no code on the book, and when you took it to the librarian to check it out, the man just told you that it wasn’t a book that the library had, and that you could just take it. 
Something was fishy about the librarian because first, you had never seen him here before and second, he was too eager to hand this rather creepy book to you. You had tried to refuse it, but the man had pushed it into your arms, and when you tore your eyes off of the weirdly alluring book to offer it back to him, the one armed man had disappeared. 
So, you did what any sane person would do and just left it on the library counter and went home. However, you found the same book on your table when you arrived at your home. And as if you were possessed by something, you opened it and started to read- 
A/N: If the previous paragraphs seem to be familiar, it's bc I copy and pasted it from Necronomicon (which is the eldritch au fic with Gun, Jake, and Jihan)
Characters included: Goo, Samuel, and Sinu (We have two major red flags, and a singular green flag holy shit)
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Goo Kim
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The Reaper of Gold. It was what the title of the page said. You squinted slightly, trying your best to see if you actually knew what language the writing was in. You gave up trying to figure it out when your head throbbed with the beginnings of a headache.
You really shouldn't have taken this book from the shady librarian. Not when he all but shoved the book into your arms muttering in a language you didn't quite understand.
The words were written in a pretty golden colour, and you absentmindedly thought about how fitting it was, for this entity that reaps gold. You'd scratch at the letters to get the smallest bit of gold under your fingernails-
You blinked. Where had that thought come from? Perhaps the pages would inform you? Without a second thought, you started to read the sentences.
He was a notorious hoarder entity. Whispering into the minds of the greediest individuals, coaxing them with ideas and promises to give them more money. More gold. Making good on that promise, but when those people reached the peak of their wealth, snatching the wealth from them and driving them into insanity.
According to this book, he was relatively dormant before the invention of money. But after coins were invented and greed stirred in the depths of the human soul, he spent more time outside of his personal realm.
Although he is intimately intertwined with humanity, he is not kind. He finds enjoyment in fighting others for money, and there have been reports that-
You furrowed your eyebrows at the lightly scribbled out end of the sentence. Instead, there was a small note which read;
'Don't read! Connection. Do. Not. Read.'
You decided to do exactly that. But did you decide to not read, or were you compelled to not do that?
Absentmindedly, you traced the surprisingly neat note and-
Before you could even comprehend what you were doing, your arms were carrying the couple of candles, several pieces of chalk, a good chunk of whatever jewellery you had, as well as a... sword? Which had magically appeared? Because you knew that you didn't own a katana. You would know if you owned a katana.
'Take it and summon the idiot. Anything to stop him from complaining.'
Something thrummed under your skin. Something that was shivering and vibrating with anticipation.
Your hands were steady as you placed the candles in the relevant formation. As you marked your table with the chalk. As you placed the jewels in the middle of the circle of candles.
You... brought out the katana and danced.
Arms and legs moving with ease to a song you couldn't hear. Feet following the lead of something or someone that wasn't there. The blade seeming to be an extension of you-
Were you hot? Or were you cold? Was the fluid running down your face sweat or blood? Was there really someone there, or were you losing it?
A clang of metal against metal snapped you out of your spiralling questions about the sensations you were feeling as well as your reality.
A man was suddenly in front of you, his blade against yours. Soft blond hair clashing with the harsh, cold darkness of his eyes. Designer sunglasses shoved into his hair as a smirk graced his face.
You wanted to ask him who he was and what he was doing in your home. You wanted to ask him how he got here, but-
His steps were leading. Familiar. Rather excited.
Your steps were following. Familiar. Slightly tentative.
You saw how he twirled his blade in unison with you, and how in the blink of an eye, his modern, designer suit fluttered and shifted into a rather revealing golden robe. How his hand shifted and sharpened into claws tipped in gold.
As you danced with this man- familiar yet jarringly unfamiliar- you could hear it. The music you had thought to be absent. Voices rising and rising and rising-
At the end of this dance, the man- the entity, yours- had his blade against your neck, as you had your own against his.
"You were definitely worth threatening Elite." With the tip of his blade, he tilted your chin up. "Shiro Oni has his, and now... You're mine, so don't even think about running."
Samuel Seo
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"The False King." You read out loud, rolling the syllables around experimentally. "That's a... stereotypical name in a book like this. Not very original, is it?"
You skimmed through the paragraphs.
"He doesn't like being called the False King. He prefers just... King? Or your majesty?" You snorted and shook your head. "An eldritch entity with superiority complex. Great."
A liar, a strategist, and a backstabber. Those were the exact words written in the book. He's responsible for the urge to slip the deepest darkest secrets of your friend in a fit of jealousy. He's responsible for the want to flaunt your achievements- as well as the glee you get when you superiority is proven.
But this entity is also responsible for the numbing pain when forced to face someone better than oneself. The need to crawl away and die in a secluded area when you feel cheated by the world- by fate-
"How can one eldritch entity have both a superiority complex and an inferiority one?"
You shrugged and followed the instructions to summon this being. What could you possibly lose? Worst case scenario, your home burns down because you knocked over a candle, and best case scenario, you summon this entity and get a deal or something.
Before you knew it, you were humming a simple tune as you placed the candles in the correct form, and you lit the candles one by one. You were drawing out the symbol on the mirror that you placed in the centre of the candle formation.
After the last step, you breathed in with anticipation-
But exhaled when nothing happened.
"Coward," you muttered to yourself.
You flinched when something slammed into your window. You glanced outside and cowered slightly when you saw blood splattered on the outside of the glass.
"Who are you calling a coward?"
The voice was deathly monotonous, but you could feel the fury in the simple question.
Ominous cawing seemed to echo throughout your home, even though you knew that all your windows were shut.
Another sound of something slamming against your window made your heart race with adrenaline. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You shouldn't have meddled with all this. You should have chucked this book straight into the bin-
You didn't dare to look out the window again. Instead, you looked into the mirror-
Only to see a man in a traditional navy Hanbok standing behind you. Eyes glowing purple, and blue-green iridescent wings protruding from his back. His expression was neutral and controlled, but-
You shivered and looked behind you, only to see that he wasn't there.
You looked at the mirror again, only to find that the man was gone, and the mirror cracked.
Sharp claws rested at your neck and at your waist, and a hot breath caressed your ear.
"Watch your fucking words, human." He breathed out, his grip tightening at your waist and bringing you closer to himself. "I'm letting it go now because you're my connection. You would have died where you stood if you weren't."
You wanted to revert time and go back to before your stupid, thrill seeking self summoned this deranged eldritch entity.
Sinu Han
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The name on the page was scribbled out, and in its stead, a single, human like name was written. The letters seemed to shift from an alphabet you didn't know but comprehend, into an alphabet system that you actually knew.
It was rather jarring. Like the book couldn't decide whether to consider this entity- Sinu Han- an eldritch being or a human.
It was also very funny, as the summoning steps consisted of a singular location and what you assumed was a passcode. A cafe.
You checked the clock, and impulsively decided to go there.
You shrugged on a coat and walked to the address, your feet moving without your active input as you wove through the busy streets, occasionally noticing a shadow elongate, or hearing glass crunching.
Eventually, you stood in front of a door with a coded lock. And with trembling hands, you pressed the code and-
The lock whirred open, and you pushed the door, preparing yourself for the worst, but-
You were welcomed by the scent of coffee and sweets, as well as the sight of a well muscled back of a man wearing a black hoodie. The man, who swivelled around and away from the customer he was attending to, to look at you-
And God, he was beautiful. One of his eyes was milky and scarred, but his other eye lit up with excitement and glowed a soft green momentarily. His black hair was tied up in a half bun, and the grin on his lips was dazzling, but-
What took your breath away was the ghost of nine fox tails flickering behind him, as well as the neat transparent pointed ears resting at the top of his head.
You watched as he turned his back on you once more at the beckoning of the customer and you watched as he fumbled with the order slightly. You watched as he all but shoved the coffee into the customer's hand and shooed him off.
This man- this entity?- all but bounded over to you, scarred hands reached to grasp at yours, the rough pad of his thumb rubbing at your hand.
"Hi." He said, and for a brief second you saw him differently. Pure white ears flickering, beautiful white tails at attention and swaying back and forth. Flanked by shadows and magpies. But as soon as you saw that, the vision was gone. "I've been waiting for you."
"I- I'm sorry I'm late?" you said, because what else were you supposed to say?
He shook his head.
"No, it's not your fault. I'm just... glad to meet you. I'm Sinu Han, and I'll explain everything to you. Maybe over a drink? I've been told that I make good coffee."
Mesmerised by this beautiful man, you couldn't do anything else but nod.
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tshifty  TS7 Theory - ForevermoreSo…………. it’s that time again :))) I co-wrote this theory with @getaway-car (Han)!! We’ve been working on it since we met and kinda went all detective-y, and it just keeps gaining momentum… it hasn’t been disproven yet by anything that’s happened, and in fact everything has come full-circle and fits together!!!*Disclaimer!! For those of yall who for some reason get all worked up and butthurt over people theorizing?? Just don’t read it lmao. We did this literally just because it’s fun… so if you don’t like it then just don’t interact. This theory will be broken down into 4 main sections to help you guys follow it better. Everything will be put below the cut because it’s LONG. So without further ado… 1. We’re not crazy!! She’s dropping hints!!So let’s just preface this with proof that Taylor is absolutely out here dropping hints… maybe we’re wrong about the rest of this but we are 100% sure that Taylor is dropping hints. We’ll tie everything back into our theory later in the Concept/Theme category, but for now we’ll just point them out: First we have this picture, where she is clearly making 7 with her fingersWe also have this IG story, where she’s dropping hints like crazy… And then the scrabble picture which again we’ll explain later:And of course we have the AMAs where she literally said she can’t wait until the next chapter so like… she was clearly trying to get up hyped up about TS7.2. Map/TourOkay so this is the biggest part of our theory, so I’m going to walk you through it a little bit. So after each show on the Rep tour Taylor has posted a picture of it… except there have been some shows that she hasn’t posted. At first I just thought that was like an accident, but then it kept happening seemingly randomly… and I was like, there’s no way that’s an accident, Taylor is way too detail-oriented for that. So Han and I mapped it out and hoo boy!! She’s out here dropping some MAJOR hints. So here I’ll show yall the map and then I’ll explain it sorry for the watermark but yeah not sorry bc ppl steal shit: So first we marked every location on the map that she DIDN’T post a picture of, and then we numbered them in order of the tour. Next, we connected the lines… and suddenly everything started coming together. First, there are exactly 7 cities that she didn’t post… TS7!! Not to mention that when you connect the dots it’s 6 lines… 7+6=13 and this is Taylor we’re talking about here. **We don’t count if she didn’t post for a show in a city that had multiple nights, because it wouldn’t affect the map. Next, when you connect the lines it intersects and forms an X!! So we looked it up and the X is formed directly over Columbus, where she had a show on July 7th!! What’s more, the Columbus show was the 17th show on the rep tour… and Getaway Car is the 17th song on the setlist… X marks the spot binch!!!So, we looked into the Columbus show… and the surprise song she played there was Sparks Fly… which was released in July of 2011… 7th month, 2011… which was 7 years ago… we’ll explain the significance of 7 and 11 later on. TLDR; she didn’t forget to post on certain dates, she was dropping hints… and forming X marks the spot like a literal treasure map. And X marks the spot over Columbus, which points to July as well as the numbers 7 and 11. 3. Concept/Theme ForevermoreWe think that the main overarching concept on TS7 is going to be very similar to New Year’s Day… a new beginning but not without the past. She’s talked a lot about looking forward to writing a “normal” album again, and about how Reputation was cathartic… she was letting go of the old. And yet, she was very clear that by letting go of the past she wasn’t letting go of us, and we think that theme is going to be very influential in TS7. At the AMAs, she said she was excited for the “next chapter”… which not only connects to New Year’s Day with “don’t read the last page, but I stay”, but it also connects to the picture we showed earlier of Taylor holding a book! We think that book/journal either represents TS7, or she’s literally writing TS7 in it… either way, it all connects to the idea of not turning to the last page and that the story will continue. This also connects to the concept of freedom and breaking away and moving towards something new… she’s free from the industry, but still with us. The idea of freedom is also a strong theme in Getaway Car… which connects it all back to the map portion of this theory with X marks the spot!Having TS7 build upon this theory would make it a perfect transition from TS6 to TS7… and we all know how big Taylor is on ~cohesiveness~. Additionally, in this picture, Taylor’s shirt has forget-me-nots on them…Forget her not! Which connects back to Long Live “when they point to the pictures, please tell them my name”. And guess which song she mashed Long Live with up on tour… New Year’s Day!! She wants to live on Forevermore. 7 and 11As we put everything together we kept seeing the numbers 7 and 11 pop up… and in the scrabble picture from earlier, she had the letters BIOIE in the picture. There is about a 0% chance that was a coincidence… Taylor knows how extra we are, and let’s be real we all know how extra she is too. In scrabble, BIOIE have the letter values of 3, 1, 1, 1, 1… 3 and then 4 1′s… which equals 7. It also fits exactly to the way her fingers were when holding the journal earlier… 3 and 4. Also, her caption on that picture was “Let the games BEGIN” which makes is pretty clear that she was dropping hints… let the scavenger hunt begin!! What’s more, the word “Forevermore” has 11 letters :)Columbus was on July 7th… 7/7. Sparks Fly (see section 2 to refresh your memory!) was released in July of 2011… 7/11… 7 years ago. Also!! On the rep tour, what are the only 2 songs that Taylor alternates (not counting the surprise songs because those are different every night)? Dancing With Our Hands Tied, and So It Goes… songs #11 and #7 on Reputation. And!! The surprise song is #11 every night. Coincidence? I think not. So… what does this all mean? We have 3 dates that we think TS7 will be released, with the most likely being the first one. 1. July 11, 2019 (7/11)2. July 7, 2019 (7/7)3. November 7, 2019 (11/7)But… isn’t that super early? Yep, which leads us to our last point. 4. New Record Label?So we’ve all been hearing about how Taylor’s contract is up with Big Machine Label Group… and that she has pretty much 3 options. She can stay with BMLG, she can join another record label… or she could start her own. We are very confident that she is going to start her own record label. She is by far popular enough to do so, and frankly she doesn’t need the help of a record label at this point. Taylor has always been a big supporter of small artists (Spotify, Apple Music, etc.), and so by starting her own record label she would also have a lot more power over helping small artists… and making sure that small artists get a fair deal with their record label (by signing with her!!).Her contract is up this November 2018… so if she’s going to start a new record label, we think this summer actually fits that timeline pretty well. And if she starts a new record label, it’s a good idea to put out some material to make sure that it’s successful… hence TS7. Also, frankly Taylor probably wouldn’t have been so obvious about TS7 at the AMAs if she wasn’t planning on doing something soon… not to mention all of these other hints. And the fact that she keeps talking about how this tour has been the most fun of her life, and how she’s said several times that we won’t have to wait as long for TS7 as we did for Reputation. **Summing it all up… If we’re wrong about the record label part, that’s why we included the November 7th option for release… but honestly, we’re pretty confident about July. Could be July 7th or 11th… maybe the whole thing with 11 is more about the lead single. But either way, come this July we’ll see if we were right!! There’s also a lot of other clues and hints that we’ve noticed, but a lot of them are a bit more of a stretch than what we included here. If more of them start to come together we’ll add them to this theory!!TS7. Forevermore. July 11th 2019. 16 HOURS AGO | 611 NOTES# buzzfeed do not interact# ts7# taylor swift# ts7 theories# forevermore# ts7 forevermore# ts7 theory# tswift# taylorswift# mine# *
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So I’m thinking about if hatefuck Harry was having a really really bad day and he doesn’t know why but for some reason he wants to be with yn and he finds her but she is being rude to him like they normally do just the normal hatefucking discourse and Harry like ,,, doesn’t have the energy to be mean right now bc he’s sad and just wants her so he stops her and he’s like “Can I just... have you? Can we skip the ‘I hate you’ part for today?”
mY HEART IS HURTING I LVOE THIS S OMUCH
@permanentcross…..the saga continues….
Today has been…bad.
That’s the only word Harry can use to describe it. 
He’s just about ready to give up on songwriting altogether, his brain having betrayed him in the most treacherous of ways. Harry likes to think that he can string lyrics along, put two and two together to make them fit with his tune and to wrench the hearts of any listeners. But today…his abilities have yet to reveal themselves.
He’s moping on the couch of the recording studio, feeling sorry for himself as he glares unhappily at the notebook in front of him. The page had been clean when he first walked in this morning, but now it’s littered with pen marks and bits of eraser, nearly every word crossed out with harsh, dark lines of graphite. He chews on his bottom lip, staring up at the ceiling and closing his eyes to stop himself from crying. He thinks he might actually sob himself to sleep tonight.
He feels…incompetent. He feels like a failure.
“Okay, so I was thinking that maybe–oh.”
Harry’s eyes flash open, and he turns his head to the left. You’re standing in the doorway of the room, fresh-faced and clad in a baby pink knit sweater and a pair of light jeans. There’s a plain black headband pushing your hair out of your eyes. You look cute–not sexy, not hot, just cute.
Harry stares at you for far too long, until you finally clear your throat and say in a tight, clipped voice. “Where’s Jeff?”
“Went home fo’ the night,” Harry replies, his voice scratchy and dry. He feels like he’s just swallowed a bag of cotton balls. “‘M the only one left.”
“Shame,” you murmur, pursing your lips and muttering, “I was gonna discuss some ideas for your merchandise with him.”
You let out a soft sigh, taking a step back out of the room and turning around. Harry’s eyes widen, and he feels you slipping through his fingers, feels his opportunity sliding away from him at an exponential pace. “Wait!” he says suddenly, the word getting caught in his throat.
You peer at him from over your shoulder, your lips turned down into a faint scowl. “What is it?”
“I–,” Harry hesitates, because what the hell was he supposed to say to you? He didn’t think he’d get this far; his mouth just acted without checking with his brain first, and great, now he looks like a complete moron.
“I can’t write songs,” he blurts out, rubbing at his tired eyes and pouting. Your brow furrows, and the features of your face are contorted by a mixture of confusion and disgust. You shake your head, looking extremely inconvenienced by this interaction.
“You’ll figure it out,” is all you say. Harry’s frown only deepens.
“No,” he stresses, his hands coming up to tug at the roots of his hair. He lets out a frustrated groan, squeezing his eyes shut. “Like, I think I’m blocked or summat. Haven’t–haven’t been able to write anything today.”
You roll you eyes. “That’s great, Harry, but how am I supposed to help you with that? Go out and get laid, maybe you’ll find some inspiration.”
And with that, you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and walk away.
Harry’s mind is reeling. He’s clutching his notebook so tightly that his knuckles are turning white. Your words echo through his head like a mantra, and before he knows what he’s doing, he’s practically tripping over himself as he chases after you.
“Wait!” he calls out again, stumbling along the hall, “Bloody hell, slow down!”
You’re about to round the corner when his words ring out, and you freeze, letting out an annoyed sigh when you turn to face him. You seem to be biting your tongue against a particularly snappy comment, and Harry admires your self-control. He knows that he could easily have you fired with a flick of his fingers, and he knows that you know it too. 
“What?” you ask, obviously aggravated by his constant pestering. He stops in front of you, stepping forward until your back is pressed against the wall. His hands reach out to splay firmly against the space beside your head, effectively boxing you in.
“Let me–,” he takes a deep breath, “–please, lemme…need t’feel useful, just lemme–”
He breaks off, ducking his head into the crook of your neck and nosing your hair out of the way. His lips begin to sponge soft kisses along the column of your throat, tongue licking tenderly at the skin. You’re stiff for the first few seconds before deciding that you’ll allow him to continue on.
“You’re such an idiot,” you groan, fingers digging into his shoulders harshly, “What is wrong with you?”
“Don’t,” Harry pants, pulling back. He stares at you sternly, his nostrils flaring and his eyes a dark, stormy green. “Don’t pretend like this isn’t what yeh want. ‘M no fool, love.”
“Aren’t you?” you bite back. Harry retaliates by pressing his lips against yours. You gasp at the action–your rude remarks usually grant you bruising, punishing kisses that tint your lips a faint purple afterwards. This…this is nothing like that.
Harry’s kissing you softly, tenderly. His hands come up to frame your face, cupping your cheeks as he glides his lips against yours. You whimper into his mouth when he nudges his thigh between both of yours, one hand falling down to your hip and pushing you down gently so that you can rub yourself against him.
“Just…,” he finally pulls back, his gaze meeting yours, and instead of the fiery determination that you usually find swimming in his eyes, you uncover a dismayed look of sorrow. Harry lets a small, sad noise fall from his lips, and he runs a hand through his hair, feeling humiliated.
“Can I just…just have you? Can we skip the whole ‘I hate you’ part for tonight?”
And you don’t know what prompts you to do it, but you find yourself nodding at his words.
He eats you out, taking his time and licking at every crevice of your cunt. You cum on his tongue twice before he finally decides to give you his cock, and the both of you groan in unison when he pushes inside of you at last. His pace is hard and steady, consisting of firm staccato pumps that have you seeing stars. He insists on pulling a third orgasm from your wrecked, clammy body before he even thinks about letting himself fill you. And once he does achieve his goal, his eyes slam shut, the veins in his neck bulging as he empties himself inside of you.
He slumps down on top of you afterwards, his ear pressed against where he can hear your heart thumping rapidly in your chest. Your hands snake up to his curls, mindlessly twirling strands of his hair around your fingers; he just sighs, satisfied, and presses a kiss to your nipple. 
The cool air of the studio eventually dries your damp bodies, and that’s why you nearly gasp when you feel something wet hit the skin of your chest. A moment later, Harry lets out a quiet, barely-there sniffle, which only confirms your suspicions. Under any other circumstance, you would have taunted him relentlessly, but this time…
This time, you keep quiet.
Neither of you realize that that’s the night which marks a pivotal point in your relationship.
That’s the night that everything changes. 
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All the numbers again (second tag reblog)
1: When you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? More milk than cereal cause I like to drink it!
2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? Yeah, but when I can get into the warmth after that's even better!
3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? I try to remember the page number instead so usually end on a multiple of 10 or 5.
4: how do you take your coffee/tea? Tea: Two sugars, milk, hopefully brewed by the gal. Coffee: I don’t!
5: are you self-conscious of your smile? Kinda!
6: do you keep plants? Nope!
7: do you name your plants? None to name!
8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? Oils if I had the money for that so typically watercolours
9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? I am right now.
10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? Typically side, but back is fine. Not stomach really!
11: what's an inner joke you have with your friends? Oh My Gouda.
12: what's your favorite planet? Uranus ;)
13: what's something that made you smile today? My gal surprised me with a beautiful orchid
14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? Edgy expose brick aesthetic
15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! Uranus’ blue glow is due to an abundance of methane which filters out red light.
16: what's your favorite pasta dish? Spaghetti carbonara probs! Especially cooked by the best.
17: what color do you really want to dye your hair? I don’t! I did want pastel pink in August.
18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. I had a paddy fit in primary school because I used to always sabotage my meals so I didn't eat them but I spilt milk on something I legitimately didn’t mind having... I cried over spilt milk.
19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? I do! I write the days events and my feelings, I draw key points or little objects. Not all the time tho.
20: what's your favorite eye color? A nice hazel-y to chocolate amber brown woop
21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that's been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. A grey Kanken Fjallraven, if Switzerland counts as hell, there you have it.
22: are you a morning person? Yeah! I’m straight too!
23: what's your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? Exactly that, nothing. With a side of music.
24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? Only the one.
25: what's the weirdest place you've ever broken into? An abandoned slaughterhouse. Soz vegans
26: what are the shoes you've had for forever and wear with every single outfit? Black old skool vans hehe original
27: what's your favorite bubblegum flavor? Strawberry!
28: sunrise or sunset? Why not both in a day?
29: what's something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? I’m not sure!
30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared? I’m not sure, close calls/
31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. I like socks. Weird socks are fun. So are odd ones. I do not sleep with my socks, nor do I confine myself to white sock hell.
32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. We had deep convos for the time, we probs cried, then probs went to sleep.
33: what's your fave pastry? Uh choux just cause I can remember that is one. Hahahaha.
34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? I had one called Baxter Bear which was the best, he was quite obviously a bear with a red scarf and his own passport. I threw up on him in the car and he was never the same again, he disappeared short after. Don’t ask about Scrubs the dog.
35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? I do, I just don't use them often.
36: which band's sound would fit your mood right now? The xx
37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean? A healthy middle.
38: tell us about your pet peeves! Couldn’t possibly. There’s a fair few.
39: what color do you wear the most? Probably black? Emo ik.
40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what's it's story? does it have any meaning to you? I own a necklace I got for my 16th its very cute and only comes out when I have heterosexual days to masquerade it. It’s nice.
41: what's the last book you remember really, really loving? The Picture of Dorian Grey by Oscar Wilde, it’s my favourite ever. I don’t read as much as I used to, sigh.
42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! There’s a cute local one. They do unreal Nutella pancakes and its quite central and very aesthetic-y. Yum!
43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? My gal, typically on the way to my car where I point out Orion or The Dipper. It’d be nice to do it properly sometime.
44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? Two days ago.
45: do you trust your instincts a lot? When I need to.
46: tell us the worst pun you can think of. Someone mentions a dog, then I normally incorporate the word ‘ruff’ as a homophone for ‘rough’ and get death stares. But I like it.
47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe? Gherkins.
48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? Abandonment/loneliness hahahah yes it is.
49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? I do like buying records yeah! I can’t say until April the 23rd but I’ll have bought another by then.
50: what's an odd thing you collect? I don’t think I do have anything odd!
51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them? Uncomfortable by Wallows, as well as Fast Food by D.I.D and many many more.
52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far? The new Patrick one is doing pretty good.
53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? Nope, nope, nope and nope!
54: who's the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? My dog. I didn't walk him.
55: what's the most dramatic thing you've ever done to prove a point? Hahahah you wouldn’t want to know. 
56: what are some things you find endearing in people? Feeling secure with them, if you get me.
57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? CAN YOU DO THE FANDANGO!?!?!
58: who's the wine mom and who's the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? K is probs the wine mom bc I'd say A but she’s not as sensible, thus A gets the Aunt role.
59: what's your favorite myth? Bulls hate red, they’re actually colour blind lmao.
60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? I don’t mind a bit of poetry! Marking Time by Owen Sheers is noice.
61: what's the stupidest gift you've ever given? the stupidest one you've ever received? Me and mum put a fancy brooch in a pack of digestives for someone. I’ve received stupid spellings of my name on the birthday cards.
62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? Nope
63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? Rainbow order woop.
64: what color is the sky where you are right now? Black.
65: is there anyone you haven't seen in a long time who you'd love to hang out with? Yep!
66: what would your ideal flower crown look like? Cutesy and white and blue and stuff idk. But I wouldn't wear one haha.
67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? Serene! Albeit Silent Hill-esque
68: what's winter like where you live? Fun! Cold! Disruptive!
69: what are your favorite board games? The Game of Life/Monopoly/Articulate!
70: have you ever used a ouija board? Nope!
71: what's your favorite kind of tea? English Breakfast, brewed by the girlfriend.
72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you'll forget it? I've been known to be.
73: what are some of your worst habits? Overthinking. Nail biting.
74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. Ginger.
75: tell us about your pets! A doggo! A beagle! and a fish...
76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren't? Revising!
77: pink or yellow lemonade? Yellow
78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? anyone in the fanclub needs natural selection to do its thing.
79: what's one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? Surprised me at work with flowers.
80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? White, because I’d like grey but we haven’t got there yet or painted the house since its still pretty new.
81: describe one of your friend's eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. I don't have the time for that shit.
82: are/were you good in school? I was! I still think I am! Who knows.
83: what's some of your favorite album art? Smithsmithsmithsmithsmiths
84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? Yeah! Quite a few. All tonal, but above all a Venus sign and more importantly the great wave off Kanazawa by Hokusai
85: do you read comics? what are your faves? I don't fun fact I used to read them start to feel sick.
86: do you like concept albums? which ones? I feel stupid for not knowing what they are.
87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? Donnie Darko.
88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? Not Gothic. Can’t go wrong with a bit of impressionism.
89: are you close to your parents? I think. Depends on the time of day.
90: talk about your one of you favorite cities. Starts with E, ends in Dinburgh.
91: where do you plan on traveling this year? Nowhere abroad really, just a couple of good cities.
92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? Barely sprinkles, but I have a drowner with me to compensate.
93: what's the hairstyle you wear the most? Down. Full stop. 
94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday? My girlfriend’s. mum!
95: what are your plans for this weekend? Work, a party, a Harry Potter film, a sad Sunday.
96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? I leave them for as long as possible
97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? ENFJ/Pisces/Ravenclaw
98: when's the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it? Hah idk.
99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. Nude - Radiohead is the one I’m thinking at the mo’ and I can’t think past that.
100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? Future. Don’t need to lament on the past when I hope I have a good one ahead of me. Then from there I'd click 5 back so I’m right back to where I am, cheers.
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Summary: What happens when you lose your job close to Christmas, you over hear a job opening at Supernatural, you think they call your name, well they do but just not the right last name. Do u let them know? Or just go for it?
A/N: hey yall, I'm back with another great story. First time to write Jared in real life, so I'm kind of nervous about it. I love the storyline it's based off a show I watched awhile back. But I'm changing the concept of some of it bc I thought it would be great for a Jared and reader. I have to say thank you to Gaynor at @secretlyfurrydragon, for helping me with ideas and beta'ing this chapter. She has awesome stories as well so go check out her page. Let's pretend Gen is not in this one I only used her in the aesthetics bc I couldn't find anyone else to use. My work is to not be published anywhere without my consent or say so. Gigs I use are not mine they belong to the original editor and thank you for those. Ok without further a do. Let's read chapter one. I'll be posting this one as I get the chapters done and after craving-you is posted first. Love yall
Warnings: cussing, because I cuss lol
Chapter 1
Well hello there, it’s me again Y/N Adams and I am back at it again. Yup, you guessed it, job searching. Why is it that everytime you get used to a position, something happens. Last year it was closing of a store I worked at, the year before it was downsizing. At least that’s what they were saying anyways. But it seems that every year around Christmas time, people start laying off people when we need it the most. I mean seriously, what is up with that? Don’t they know there’s people out there that need money to survive? Geez, this world. I’m thankful that I have some money saved up in a nice little nest egg in case I need it, but what about those who don’t have one? What happens to them? Do they get to have Christmas, or are they shit out of luck? Most likely shit out of luck, because some employers don’t give a fucking damn about what happens once they tell you the news.
Take mine for instance, I was working with a company for almost a year, well nearly a year would have been on December 1st. My manager comes to us and tells us that and I quote “Due to the fluctuation of sales this year, we are closing this store,” and did I mention she stressed fluctuation? I know this store made plenty of money, especially with Thanksgiving alone. It’s pretty crappy when they come to you four days before you hit your year mark and tell you, I should have seen it coming. I’m cursed.
So here we are searching for a new job two weeks before Christmas, I know it’s impossible. I feel dishearten by the search as it is getting harder to find a job and keeping it. I wish there was a jobfairy out there who will give me the perfect job, I can only hope. I sighed a moment to catch a breath, then looked up to the skies. I know, I know wishes don't come true but I can only hope they will right?  Yesterday, I had got a newspaper to circle a few openings that I feel would be good for me, then today I have called and got several interviews, but I'm not even sure what they are looking for or if I'm even qualified. But it’s at least worth the shot of looking into right? I mean what could go wrong? Other than them telling me no again.  Cue the song, “Here we go again,” by Whitesnake. Fits my life.
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I was able to go to all the interviews I had lined up today and man am I ever so exhausted, I just want to go home. But before I do that, I need a chocolate milkshake it always makes a bad day better. So I head to the best milkshake place I know which always has the best tasting chocolate around. Once there, I'm standing in line waiting to order when two people ahead of me mention a job at the Supernatural set. Ok that sparked my attention real quick, I act like I was playing on my phone so they wouldn’t think i’m eavesdropping or anything.  I listen intently to them as they said the interviews are still going on till 7 pm tonight. I look at my watch, shit. I have an hour to get to their studio and i’m like maybe at least 45 minutes away. But then I think wow the set of Supernatural my favourite TV show and just Jensen, Jared and Misha alone makes life better. Yep, I'm going for it. After I paid for my milkshake, I literally run out of the store. Traffic at this time of the evening can be a bitch. As I tried to hail for a cab, i’m thinking now is the best time to get a car for emergencies like this. Finally, I got a cab and it took me to the studio. Wouldn’t you know it, two blocks away, again traffic. I pay him, get out and run the rest of the way. With all the events of the day, I was exhausted when I got there. But I finally made it with and mind you, ten minutes to spare. I was out of breath and my hair was down in my face, no telling what I look like. I run to the receptionist desk almost in a slide, the floor was slick and my shoes didn’t have a no slip guard on the bottom of the soles. Note to self, get better shoes. I know I must have scared the shit out of her when I used her desk to stop me from sliding under, in a way I wanted to laugh as I can only imagine her expression.
I straightened myself up, “I’m so sorry, I’m here for the position you have open.”
She looks at me with a smirk, hands me a clipboard and a pen. “Fill this out, then bring it back here.” She cocked her right eyebrow at me.
I signed the book to check in I see about three ahead of me, I smiled at her then went to sit down. A couple of people there were looking at me weirdly, what do I have broccoli in my teeth or something? I took out my compact mirror just to check.  Holy shit, I look horrible. I said to myself as I bit my bottom lip, no wonder they looked at me like that. I politely excused myself, and head to the bathroom to look at  myself in the mirror.
Geez, my hair is sticking out everywhere, my eyes look dull and tired. My makeup had smudged and black eyeliner is all around my eyes. I look like I was dragged in off the streets. I took a deep breath, “Calm down Y/N, everything will be ok, just calm down.” I splash water on my face and cleaned the eyeliner away. I then put some water on my flyaway hair as I smooth it a down so it's not so unruly. I rummage through my bag for a hair tie and tie it up into a bun atop my head. I looked in the mirror a second time, and smiled as I looked hot. How could they resist me. Yep I've got this in the bag.
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