and yes i was very intimidated

anonymous asked:

I'm finally making a Draenei, I'm 110% new to this RP and about 95% new to Alliance. So It all feels very intimidating. Any suggestions?

Welcome to the Draenei world!  There’s never enough Draebies around.  Don’t worry too much about being new and just have fun.  Starting out is always rough, especially with a new character, you’ll be figuring them out as you go but the more you RP, even just general conversation RP they’ll develop their own mannerisms and quirks as you go.  They have a weird way of taking off into their own character over time.

As far as suggestions, yes it’s very intimidating. I’m still intimidated and still pretty new to in-game RP. I’d suggest finding a small RP guild, those are the most fun with a more family-like feel after a while. That way you can pick and choose which events you’d like to go to with guildies you can chat out of character with in guild chat while things are going on and it’s a much, much more relaxed and fun atmosphere. It’s a good place to practice and get more comfortable with consistent characters.  I’ve been very, very guildless for a while so RP’s been almost next to none, so guilds help a lot!

One thing I highly suggest getting the addons MRP or TRP, they’re both RP profile addons you can fill out and it’ll let you see and read everyone else’s as well.  It’s also handy to set whether or not you’re in character or out of character. 

You can also hang out at city inns and read all of the RP that goes on there, usually in the evenings, so you can see how other people use different RP styles.  You can even set yourself to AFK if you aren’t comfortable for anyone to walk up and try to start chatting so you can read and not worry.

Other people could give you a lot more advice than me since I’m fairly new to WoW RP as well, just within the past year, so if anyone has any good advice, feel free to leave it in the comments! 

Good luck, anon! (psst you should come to WrA if you’re on the NA servers looking for an RP realm :D There’s a few all Draenei guilds there as well that host events each month)

“Beauty and the Beast” sentence meme

Send one for my muse’s reaction

  • “Think of the one thing that you’ve always wanted. Now find it in your mind’s eye and feel it in your heart.”
  • “I want so much more than they’ve got planned!”
  • “Hello? Who said that?”
  • “What are you reading?”
  • “I am NOT a beast!”
  • “My room? But I thought…”
  • “Once this door closes, it will never open again!”
  • “Have you really read every one of these books?”
  • “As a specimen, yes, I’m intimidating!”
  • “I never thanked you for saving my life.”
  • “It just occurred to me that I’m illiterate and I’ve never actually had to spell it out loud before…”
  • “You’ll join me for dinner. That’s not a request.”
  • “Oh, you are very strong! This is a great quality!”
  • “I want adventure in the great wide somewhere.”
  • “You are the wildest, most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen! Nobody deserves you…”
  • “It’s more than I can bear.”
  • “You have to help me. You have to stand.”
  • “Hello! Pleased to meet you! Wanna see me do a trick?”
  • “Come into the light.”
  • “Oh, I’m not a princess…”
  • “You’ve taken me as your prisoner, and now you want to have dinner with me? Are you insane?”
  • “There must be something there that wasn’t there before.”
  • “Do you realize what you could have done? You could have damned us all!”
  • “Just a little change, small to say the least.”
  • “I will escape, I promise!”
  • “How lovely to make your acquaintance!”
  • “When we return to the village, you will marry me.”
  • “Pretty eyes, proud face, perfect canvas! Yes! I will find you something worthy of a princess!”
  • “Are there any other tasteless demands you would like to make on my artistry?”
  • “I was the one who had it all.”

So I was playing with my family awhile back- my character was a male dwarf warrior, my dad had a rogue, mom had a barbarian, you get it. But the main part is that my dwarf was supposedly this macho guy who didn’t take shit from anyone.

My dad(the DM): alright so when you guys get out of the building, there are 3 men waiting for you.

Mom: do they want to fight us?
(We’re all low on health)

Dad: yes, they’re very angry

Mom: alright well can I roll to intimidate?
(She rolls a 5)

Dad: yeah that didn’t work

My Brother(who’s a cleric): well maybe if we-

Me: fuck it. I’m gonna seduce them.

Dad: alright.. well, roll for it.

(I roll a 20- everyone was watching in suspense and after the roll literally everyone is in tears from watching my dad’s surprised expression)

Dad: what do you say to them?

Me: hey… big boys..

Dad: alright, seducing then worked and one of them has now asked for your hand in marriage

Daddy Issues

Pairing: JungKook & Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Summary: A top student, marks always high. College was not a dream for her…Except she didn’t have enough money. Her parents never earned much so they literally took care of themselves. Her boss acting as a dick towards her she quited her job. Even though she had no idea what she let herself into this was her only option.

Other Chapters:  2  -  3  -  4 - 5 - 6 - 7

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anonymous asked:

RFA + V and Saeran react to overhearing MC's family scold her because they despise who she's dating? Maybe they think they aren't successful and responsible enough or not loyal or trustworthy or feel like MC deserves far better than what she's getting our of them? Specifically I'd like to see Saeyoung's reaction given his insecurities.

And we’re back! Did you guys miss some scenarios?

Hope you like this! ^^

RFA + Saeran and V finding MC’s family disapproval

Zen

  • “Sweetie, I just think he’s playing with you.”
  • He heard that coming from your father when you two were washing the dishes in the kitchen, Zen noticed you two forgot a plate and was bringing it to the kitchen.
  •  “And what makes you think that, dad?” “Well, he’s handsome, I bet he has tons of women running after him. Maybe famous women? What makes you think he won’t dump you for some famous actress? He’s a public figure, honey, his image is everything. Plus… he sounds shallow like that.”
  • Shallow? Zen could deal with being called narcissist, workaholic, but… shallow? He was sounding shallow to your father?
  • He wanted to walk into the kitchen, maybe subtly, maybe not. He wish he had some really witty and smart statement to give so your father would realize he wasn’t just image
  • And he was about to step into the kitchen when he finally heard your voice: “If he sounds shallow, maybe you didn’t pay attention enough to what he was saying, dad. Have you listened to his story? His problems with his family? The way he struggled when he started his career as an actor? Have you heard when he told you how much he loves me and how guilty he feels that we’re still not married? Come on, dad. Either you weren’t listening, or you don’t know what shallow means.”
  •  “But, honey…” “His family is broken enough, dad. Let’s not break ours too just because you’re seeing Zen as just another actor, not as the man I chose to share my life with.”
  • Zen could almost cry right there. How did he manage to find someone who can see so deep inside him? Yeah, he definitely likes being known for his looks, but the fact you see beyond them is really overwhelming.
  • When you two are saying goodbye to your father, he gives a firm handshake to the man.  “I hope we can spend more time together, sir.”
  • “I would like that a lot. I see you have a bike, what brand is it?” that goodbye turned into a long conversation about bikes, which was super boring to you, but seeing them bonding was worth it.

Yoosung

  • “I honestly thought it was a joke when you introduced him as your boyfriend, sis.”
  • He heard when you and your sister were in your bedroom trying to find something for you to wear, Yoosung accidentally spilled wine on you.
  • “Shut up.” “No, I’m serious! What are you thinking, MC? He seems like a teenage mama’s boy. Look at what he did to your shirt, he’s so clumsy and… nerve-wracking! You’ll have to play his mommy all the time!”
  • Well, it’s not like he haven’t thought about himself like that before, but listening when it comes from another person, that person being someone who grew up with you hurts a lot more.
  • His first instinct was head out of there without anybody noticing he’s gone. But… then your sister would be completely right.
  • “He just spilled wine on me because his spatial notion is still a little compromised due to his eye. Have I told you he hurt his eye trying to protect me, sis? And yeah, he’s still a little nervous because he doesn’t know my family too well, but your hostility definitely won’t help him calming down. If you’ weren’t such a bitch, maybe you would have noticed by now he’s an amazing smart man that makes me really happy.”
  • “You just called me a bitch because of that guy?” “I did, just so you know how serious I am about him, to the point I’m fighting with my favorite person in the world.”
  • Well, he’s glad he didn’t run and stayed to listen to this. You made him sound like a really cool reliable guy, the type of man he’s trying to be for you.
  • After you and your sister go back to the living room, she makes sure to sit next to you two. “So wait… you asked her to be your pre-girlfriend before you got together? Oh my God, that’s so adorable…”
  • Then you two kept squealing over that photo of his with the roses, and though he’s super embarrassed, he couldn’t help feeling a little smug when your sister said ”Huh, I wish my boyfriend were like this.”

Jaehee

  • “She seems a little cold, MC. Are you sure she really likes you?”
  • She heard when you and your brother were setting the table while she was talking to your parents in the living room, she decided she needed to help as well.
  • “Ugh, don’t even start, bro.” “I’m not saying this to be an ass! Come on, MC, she’s so formal! She’s almost like a granny, you’ll get bored if you stay with her! This if she doesn’t dump you first, she seems cold like that.”
  •  You warned her about your brother’s brutal honesty, but this still felt unexpectedly hurtful.
  • She was really trying to loosen up, and she honestly felt she was doing a good job, at least next to you and to your friends, maybe she wasn’t and people close to you were feeling she wasn’t real about your relationship?
  • “She’s been working her ass off on a very strict company basically since she graduated, she’s still learning to loosen up. You would have noticed this if you weren’t so desperate about finding something to complain about my girlfriend, as you typically do.”
  • “Jeez, MC, calm down! I’m just worried for you.” “I appreciate it, but you’re the one boring me right now, let’s end this before I stop feeling bored and end up getting angry.”
  • She can’t help feeling this warmth growing inside her. Knowing that you are willing to fight for her like this is amazing! Not only because she never had that before, but also because it’s you.
  • Your brother decides to talk a little more to her. “Whooooa, so you’re a judo blackbelt? That’s awesome! You gotta teach me some moves!”
  • Well, giving this guy an ippon after he pissed you off would satisfy her more than she cared to admit.


Jumin

  • “Are you sure this is a healthy relationship, honey?”
  •  Your mother asked you when you two were making dinner while he was setting the table, as you asked him, but he didn’t know where to find the forks.
  •  “What do you mean, ma?” “I mean, he seems so intimidating and, everything is happening so fast, you barely know each other and are already engaged, he seems very intense, for that matter.”
  • Well, he was indeed very intense, but… intimidating? He never wanted to come across as intimidating, not to you, not to the woman who raised you.
  • Was he intimidating you to the point you were feeling pressured to get married?
  •  “Mom, I know what you’re trying to say. He’s not like dad, okay? Yes, he is very intense, just because he never had the chance to express his feelings like all of us do.“
  • “Well, your father wasn’t good at expressing feelings either, then he expressed with actions…” “Ma, Jumin would never hurt me, emotionally or physically. I know you might be thinking I’m on a cycle, that I have daddy issues, but… just give him a chance, okay? Let him prove he is nothing like my father.”
  • He was really sad for you and your mother. Two amazing women were suffering due to a man’s behavior, this was awful in so many levels…
  • He walks into the kitchen, pretending he didn’t hear a thing. “Why don’t you just rest while MC and I cook, maam?”
  • “Oh wow, what a gentleman… nothing like her father.” He smiled genuinely, neither of the women were feeling intimidated by that smile.

Saeyoung

  • “Your mother and I think you deserve better.”
  • Your father says when you were helping him changing a light bulb, Saeyoung decided to help when he heard this.
  • “Why would you think that, dad?” “Sweetie, he’s a train wreck! He’s immature, irresponsible, you told me how rude he acted with you. How can you be sure he won’t start pushing you away again?”
  • Of course he knew how immature and irresponsible he was, but he never really thought about what if he started getting snappy to you again. He promised he wouldn’t, but… was he good at keeping promises? Ask his brother.
  •  If he had any good sense, he would walk away and pretend he didn’t listen to any of this. He was already immature and irresponsible, he didn’t need o be nosy as well.
  • “He just pushed me away because he was worried and pretty sure he would die at any moment back then, dad. He was scared, he’s been scared his whole life! Have I told you what kind of hell he and his brother grew up at?”
  • “Sweetie, it still doesn’t justify…” “It does to me. He is scared and willing to change for me, I know that because I trust him. Can’t you trust the man your daughter loves? Not even a little?”
  • Well, if you asked him anything with that tone, he would oblige without thinking… ugh, you’re so sweet, so lovely, so caring… he can never push you away again! Not right now his life is so great with you and his brother, but it isn’t perfect, since your parents don’t like him…
  • “I’ll be honest with you, son. I still don’t trust you, but my daughter does and she never failed her judgments, that, and only because of that, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.” You looked at him and smiled.
  • “Thank you, sir. I’ll prove it will be worth it.” Not so immature and irresponsible right now, is he?

Saeran

  • “MC, listen to me, this guy is trouble!”
  • He heard this through the baby monitor when you and your sister went to check on her son.
  • “Why are you saying this?” “MC, he is… creepy! Are you dating him to punish dad? Look at him, he looks like he’s on the edge of a mental breakdown! Are you sure you want to play his nurse forever?”
  • He wasn’t on the edge of a mental breakdown! At least not now… at least not since you came along, but there were a few says, though…
  • Your sister is so right! He’s so weird and creepy, he doesn’t deserve you at all! Why did he even think he could handle trying to be normal and do normal things with you?
  • “I’m not playing his nurse! I like to help him because I love him, and he had mental break downs in the past, you would have too if you were locked up and forced to drugs after growing up with an abusive mother. All he needs is support and a loving family, not this… judgment from you!”
  • “MC, calm down, I was just…” “I know you’re concerned, but focus your concern on helping me give him what he needs. If you have nothing else nice to say, don’t say anything at all.”
  • Saeran didn’t hear any of this, he hid in the bathroom when you two left the bay’s bedroom and kept talking as you walked into the living room.
  • Then you two heard the baby crying through the baby monitor, but he quickly stopped, you two found it odd and went to check on him.
  • He was fine, Saeran was holding him. “Am… Am I doing this right?” Making yours and your sister’s heart explode from sweetness? Yep, he was doing this right.

V

  • “What are you even thinking dating this guy, MC?”
  • Your brother asked you when V went to the toilet, he got lost and tried to get back to ask your brother where was it, exactly.
  • “What do you mean?” “I mean, he’s an old blind man, MC! You’re wasting your youth with a guy like this, he won’t be able to keep it up with you!”
  • V already thought about it, yes, you were so young, did you really need to take such a responsibility by dating him?
  • And that coming from your brother, who sounded so worried… he hated being a burden and provoking this arguing between two family members…
  • “He’s just one year older than you, so chill. And what century are we in? Do you think just because he’s blind, he’s not able to have a normal life? Dude, we’re planning a trip to Italy for my birthday, I think that’s pretty normal, don’t you?”
  •  “MC, take I easy, I’m just…” “You’re concerned, but you don’t have to.  He’s pretty good by himself, and he’s independent, he doesn’t need me, yet he wants me, and I want him, so there’s nothing for you to worry about.”
  • He needed you, maybe not to do things for him, yes. But he needed you because he loved you, and he was so happy that you were so sure about him not being a burden.
  • You were saying goodbye, when your brother said: “I’m sorry, dude.”
  • “If you want to apologize, apologize for stressing her out. As for me, don’t worry, I’ll make sure to bring you a gift from Italy as a peace offer.”
I Won’t Say I’m In Love (Harry Hook X Reader)

Originally posted by adisneylover92things

A/N: I feel I went a little overboard with this one (excuse the terrible pirate pun - I couldn’t help myself) but I hope you enjoy it anyway xxx
Words: 5138
Requested: Yes!
Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst
Could you do Harry X Daughter of Hades reader with her attitude more like Meg (NOT related to her, like how Jay acts more like Aladdin) I can’t stop thinking about the song I won’t say (I’m in love).
I kind of took the song idea and ran with it soooo…

If there was a prize for rotten judgement, you had already won it. Every person that you were drawn was inherently bad, not in the sense that they were a villain like you, but in the aspect that they wanted to break you heart. First the son of Scar, then the son Shan Yu, the sons of Mother Gothel, The Queen of Hearts and Dr Facilier equally as damaging to your mental wellbeing. Boys to you, were bad news, and you had had your heart broken so many times it was becoming tiring. You were the daughter of Hades, a goddess who was supposed to be the embodiment of evil, but it was hard to uphold a stone-cold reputation when you were constantly sniffling about your latest failed love interest. It was your best friend who always had to scoop you up off the floor, your best friend who always told you you were better than which ever villain broke your heart, your best friend who taught you that you didn’t need any pathetic boyfriend to make you worthy. It was also you best friend who had threatened to hook anybody who so much as looked at you the wrong way, but that was a habit you were trying to talk him out of. In short our best friend was pretty fucking amazing, if not a little intense. So you took his advice and made a new philosophy, vowing to never fall in love again. It wasn’t quite what he had meant but it was the easiest way to insure you would’t be hurt once more. Why would you need a relationship when you already had everything you needed in a best friend, when you already had everything you needed in Harry Hook.

“I could hurt ye,” Harry whispered a hint of seduction lingering in his Scottish accent as he traced the outline of Mal’s face with his hook.
He didn’t believe his luck when he found his Captain’s worst enemy in the “Curl Up and Dye” whilst making his usual rounds, and was using the opportunity to get underneath her skin. His brief session of intimidation was swiftly interrupted by the entrance of a very familiar goddess.
“Oh come on Harry! My best friend hasn’t even been on the Isle for an hour and you’re already threatening her! Hands off now!”
You had walked in on Harry threatening one of your closest friends, Evie and Dizzy standing in a corner not really knowing what to do.
You marched towards the smirking pirate and gave him the look, the look that meant business, the look that meant: you have two seconds to do what I say or I can no longer be held responsible for my actions.
Harry sighed.
“Oh come on Y/N, I’m only playing” he taunted, grinning at you slightly two widely.
You rolled your eyes.
“Off!”
“I thought I was yer best friend not her”
“Harry!”
“Ye haven’t replaced me now have ye darling?” He said with mock sarcasm, turning to you with puppy eyes before winking. He was still poking his hook at Mal, making you huff a little.
You changed your tactics, standing behind the pirate and pushing your lips to his ear.
“Now where would you get that idea Hook” you said so quietly it could have been a whisper, slowly running your hand up Harry’s back.
You felt all of his muscles tense up under his shirt and smirked to yourself. Your plan worked, his focus shifted to you instead of the purple haired VK. Suddenly you pulled him backwards away from Mal and stood in front of him, arms crossed with an un-amused look painted on your face.
“Don’t look at me like that. Ye make it out like I’m some kind of bad guy” Harry grinned, his signature smirk reappearing.
“That’s because you are”
The pirate pouted.
“Yer forgetting that ye ain’t exactly a saint yourself Y/N”.
You both looked each other in the eye, trying to keep a straight face, but cracked simultaneously, erupting into a fit of giggles.
“Perhaps. I guess this is why we are friends,” you said eventually but then hardened your tone again. “But I swear to god Har. If you threaten Mal again I’ll personally make sure you’re banished to the underworld. I don’t care how much Uma hates her”
You glanced at Mal with a smile, who had gone to join Dizzy and Evie in the corner of the salon.
“Anything for ye…” Harry started, when his eyes lit up with mischief you new exactly how he was going to finish the sentence. The dreaded nickname.
“Don’t you dare call m-”
“Hot stuff!”.
He winked at you and you groaned running towards him and shoving his chest. Harry had called you hot stuff since you were ten, when he made you so angry that your hair ignited, engulfing your head with cobalt flames much like your father. You begged him for days to stop, but seeing as you hated it so much (mainly due to the fact that people started to presume you were together) Harry decided to keep it.

As your hands connected with the pirate chest, he grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him. In a second, you were tossed over his shoulder, kicking, screaming and flailing your limbs as he spun you around in a circle, his hook resting over the small of your back. You were both chuckling heartily, completely forgetting you had an audience until little Dizzy cleared her throat loudly enough for you to hear.
“Harold James Hook! Put me down right now!”
“Any thing ye say… Hot stuff”
“Harry!” You screeched.
“Well as much as I would love to stay and chat.. hot stuff” He ignored your glare but sniggered to himself before continuing “But I’ve got more children to steal from”
Immediately your jaw clenched and Harry realised his mistake too late.
“You’re stealing from children again?”
He ran his hands through his hair and avoided your eyes.
“I am a villain Y/N. It’s what I do”
“No, we talked about this Harry! You’re a villain yes, but not a monster. You don’t steal from children”  
“Uma told me t-”
“Uma doesn’t control what you do”
“No, I’m sorry I forgot that was ye job” Harry muttered sarcastically under his breath.
You raised an eyebrow at him long enough for him to cave in.
“Fine! I’ll give it all back!” The pirate finally announced “Ye going to be the death of my Y/N” he said rolling his eyes.
“What else are best friends for Harry?” You grinned back at him as he made his way out of the salon.
“Dizzy yer money” He grumbled reluctantly, dropping it by the door before turning back to face you “Meet you in the market at seven?”
“Meet you in the market at seven” you reaffirmed, nodding at him with a grin.
Harry hadn’t even been gone 10 seconds before you were descended on by the group of confused yet intrigued VK’s standing in the corner.

“Oh. My. God!” Evie shrieked like a little school girl, jumping up and down and squealing
“We knew it! We all new it!” Dizzy shouted, grabbing your forearm and tugging at it a little.
You huffed but chuckled lightly at their giddiness.
“You know what?”
“That you love Harry!” Mal practically shouted, grabbing your other arm and beaming at you.
“No.” You said defiantly, your top lip wrinkling at the mention of the word love. “I most certainly do not.”
“Who’d you think you’re kidding Y/N?” Evie laughed “He’s the earth and heaven to you”
“He’s my best friend!” You protested.
“We can see right through you. You love each other!” Mal added, glancing at Evie with a knowing look.
“It’s okay Mal, just shout it a bit louder. I don’t think the deaf man at the end of the alley quite heard you” you hissed, shaking the girls off of your arm “We do not love each other okay?”
“But you have him wrapped around your finger! Do you think he would have given me back my money if anbody else had told him to” Dizzy tried to reason.
“He’s my best friend!” You repeated.
“And I’ve seen the way you look at each other” Mal said.
“He’s all you talk about, all you think about” Evie said backing her up.
You inhaled sharply before starting to ramble, refusing to take a breath until you had finished
“I am not in love with Harry Hook he is my best friend and that’s how it has been and how it will always be everything works just fine the way it is we do not need to complicate that by taking it any further I mean why would we anyway relationships aren’t even a thing on the isle and I don’t need to ruin the one thing that I got right because of some stupid feelings that might not even really be there”
The three VK’s looked at each other, then at you
“Oh my gosh Y/N you’re scared of falling in love”
“I am not!”
“Face it like a grown up Y/N, you’ve got it bad. It’s a good thing you know, love is a good thing”
“You don’t get it”
“But we do… Don’t be proud Y/N, it’s okay to admit you’re in love”
You just looked at them for a second, your stony facade wavering slightly as a memory invaded your thoughts.

(Flashback)
Vibrant, curious, alive with bounce and effort. That’s how you remember the two of you that night. Your hair was flowing behind you, rustled by the breeze, as you ran giggling from the brunette beside you. He was mesmerised by your goofy grin, your cheeks pink from the cold. You and Harry couldn’t have been older than seven but you had snuck out once the sun had set, running barefoot down a grassy sand dune, holding your shoes in one hand, tossing them over one shoulder, grabbing each others hand with the opposite.
“Harry, look at the sea!” You shouted with wonder.
Reflected on the gossamer surface of the ocean was a perfect silver orb, a full moon, making the young pirate laugh a little.
“It’s only the moon Y/N”
“But it looks pretty though. It just looks so perfect ” you defended, pouting a little as you gazed out at the water.
“Yer really weird you know” Harry said, letting go of your hand but shuffling closer to you.
“Oh” was all you said quietly.
“It’s a good thing” Harry rushed, trying to explain what he was thinking “Ye know normal people are boring”
Harry looked at you, his pirate hat was way too big for his head so it slouched too far forward, covering his eyes. You broke out into an uncontrollable smile as you looked up at Harry who even at that age was taller than you.
“I love you Harry”
“I love you too”
Then the seven year old pirate knelt down, one knee digging into the wet sand as he took off his hat. He scrambled around in his back pocket until he pulled out a small copper ring, a glossy black stone adorned the band.
You gasped.
“Will ye marry me Y/N?” the younger Harry Hook announced, giving you the ring and grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
Your smile was even wider.
“Har! We are far too young to get married! Ask me again when we’re older and I’ll say yes.”
You passed him back the ring and kissed his cheek.
“Okay Y/N” Harry said slightly deflated but still smiling as wide, “Ye better not forget”

When you snapped out of your daydream, Evie, Mal and Dizzy were staring at you with smug looks, leaving you to wonder how long you had zoned out for.
“I won’t say I’m in love” was all you huffed before you left the salon.

You weren’t even half way down the street before you started to curse the three of them. Because, for the first time, it occurred to you. They might actually be right.
You were in love with Harry Hook.
Shit.
You were in love with Harry Hook.
He was your one stable force, your one ounce of stability in a world of chaos who was always there through good and bad. You loved him so much for that. You were in love with him and you couldn’t believe that you’d only just realised it.
But then the doubt came.
You knew he didn’t love you back, Harry had made it very clear on numerous occasions, hell, he was the one who told you to stop falling in love. Once before you had tried to confess your feelings for Harry, even if you didn’t consciously realise that was what you were doing yourself, and the outcome had bruised way more than just your ego.

(Flashback)
Ursula’s Fish and Chip Shop was packed as per usual. You were hustled into a particularly lively corner, talking with Harry over a plate full of fries. It wasn’t unusual for you two to eat together, in fact you had been bonding over questionably good fish and chips for as long as you could remember. It had become a tradition. Much like it had become a tradition to try and calm Harry down when he told you about who was irritating him and tradition for him to throw food all over the place. Much like how it had become tradition for Harry to glare at anybody else who tried to talk to you until they walked away. Much like how it had become tradition for you to laugh at him and tell him to relax. But that day was different.
“I don’t think ye understand how much I hate that kid,” Harry snarled, picking up a handful of fries and launching them across the room. Normal.
“Har! When did you ever care what Drew thinks anyway? If you’re mad at him, fine by me, but don’t waste my food on his sorry ass,” you laughed, hugging the plate of chips protectively. Harry slumped down beside you, muttering to himself. Also normal.
“Have ye got a problem mate because if not ye need to move along and stop looking at Y/N. She isn’t interested” He shouted at whichever poor boy was approaching you. Again completely and utterly normal.
“Give it a rest Har, I can defend myself” you giggled. Normal, sweet normal.
But then you tilted your head to look at him
“Besides Harry, I wanted to ask you something”
Not normal. This was new. This was un-expected. This was spontaneous, out of blue, intriguing but not in any realm of normality.
“Well ask away” replied Harry with a grin, clearly he wasn’t phased by the new conversation.
“I was just wondering whether you wanted to go and see the floating lanterns with me tomorrow, you know for my birthday. They’ll be lighting them in Auradon all weekend so if we get boat at night we’ll be able to see them across the lake” You looked up at Harry hopefully “I thought it could be nice”
“Ye want to see the lanterns?”
You nodded your head.
“Ye have always been odd Y/N. But yes, I’ll come see the lanterns with ye. I’ll get Uma and Gil to come t-”
“No!” You said quickly before returning your voice back to normal “I mean, maybe us two could just go.
You smiled weakly at Harry, who cocked his head and looked at you differently. It took a moment for you to realise what you had just done. You had asked Harry on a date. You cursed yourself over and over unable to comprehend why you had just done that. He rubbed the back off his neck.
“Hmm, when I think about it I have to train some new crew members with Uma. Maybe another time?”
Your stomach twinged a little but your forced yourself to keep smiling.
“What about the day after. Like I say they’ll be letting them off all weeke-”
“I’m on lookout duty all that night”
“Oh” You felt about two centimetres tall in that moment but you refused to let that stupid smile falter.
“How about you just tell me when you’re free and we’ll go on a boat trip then. Lanterns or no lanterns. I mean my birthday would have passed but it’s okay”
Harry put his hook down on the table and avoided your gaze purposely.
“I don’t really have time for a boat trip. I’ve just always got stuff to do”
Rejected. You had just been rejected by your best friend and it stung like a bitch.
“That okay,” you lied “No worries”
Harry picked up another chip and ate it awkwardly. You didn’t speak for a while.
A small piece of you had just died, but you kept that goddamn smile on your face.
“Are ye okay Y/N, ye look like yer going to be sick”
“Yeah yeah I’m fine. Actually no, I think I’m getting sick. I’m just going to sleep it off. Bye”
You ran out of the restaurant and away from a bewildered looking pirate, before he could stop you. You couldn’t work out why you were crying about Harry Hook that day but looking back it was so obvious; your heart had been re-broken.

You weren’t mad at Harry after that day, how could you be? He hadn’t done anything wrong, he just didn’t love you in that way. But that was okay, because he was still your best friend, nothing could take away from that. So you moved on, accepted that being friends was the best you were going to get and pushed any feelings you had for Harry deep down. Just not deep enough.

You were down at the market place before Harry was, so you took the time you had spare to browse the various stalls, ignoring the calls of market traders to buy their produce. Usually if you wanted something you would just steal it, an odd apple here and there, a random scarf from time to time. Recently though, you had being to cut back on your petty thieving vice so you resisted the urge to take anything. You made your way to a small cart at the back of the market selling jewellery, the whole stand glinting with golds, silvers and bronzes. You knew none of it would be precious metal, you simply didn’t get that on the isle, but they were pretty nonetheless.
“How much is this one,” you said, picking up a silver hair brooch encrusted with small red gems.
The market vender was about to answer but was cut off by a voice from behind you, a familiar palm resting on your shoulder.
“Might not be the best idea to get that with yer hair sweetheart” Harry whispered, pulling himself in close to you and speaking in your ear.
A nauseating jolt of butterfly’s rippled through your stomach before you could stop yourself. Get a grip girl. You tried to tell yourself but you couldn’t help it.
You handed the hair clip back to the stall worker and walked away with Harry.
“I was going to get that you know” you said, punching Harry playfully in the arm.
He grinned at you.
“I didn’t know ye were the jewellery type hot stuff”
You punched him again for using that god awful nickname before you answered him.
“I love jewellery Har, you know it’s one of my many weakness’”
It was true, Harry would often tease you, calling you a magpie, as you had a soft spot necklaces and earrings.
“I got you something” Harry said quietly, opening the his palm to reveal a intricate ring. He reached for your hand, slipping it onto your finger and smiling at you.
You looked at the pirate, then at the ring, then back at the pirate again.
“Harry! It’s beautiful” You flung your arms around him but then paused “Did you steal it?”
Harry scoffed.
“Did I steal it? Ye got some nerve ye do Y/N. Of course I didn’t. I’m just offended ye don’t recognise it” he laughed.
You looked at the ring Harry had given you again. It was copper, a glossy black stone adorning the band. It was the ring from the beach, the ring from your childhood. You took a step backwards
“Harry I-”
You were cut off when Harry pushed his forehead against yours, your eyes widening in alarm. He slowly, started to angle his head towards yours, his lips parting slightly. He was going to kiss you, holy shit he was going to kiss you. A wave of anger washed over you almost instantly.
“Harry what the hell!”
You slapped him hard, straight across his face, surprising the both of you. You were only getting angrier.
“Y/N-”
“No! Stop it! Stop playing with my emotions! I thought you were different! I don’t get it, you don’t like me enough to spend time with me on my birthday Harry, MY BIRTHDAY, but somehow you think it’s okay to spring shit like this on me!” The ends of your hair were burning blue now
“I didn’t mean to-”
“This is all just an intimidation thing isn’t it” you yelled not caring who was staring now “You flirt with everyone you’re trying to intimidate I knew that, but I’m supposed your best friend, why are you trying to scare me”
“I don’t w-”
“I’m going to walk away now so I don’t set myself on fire in public,” you said as calmly as you could manage “Go try and kiss somebody else”

You had to calm down and you knew it. You had to do it fast. Your hair was always the first thing to catch fire but the burning sensation would spread further than that if you couldn’t control it. You wanted to cry, to scream, to tear down a building when you stomped away from Harry, your confusion at his actions amplifying your emotions. You had to stay in control. There was one time when you couldn’t, when the anger was so overwhelming that your body temperature rose so dangerously high that you collapsed. You were hospitalised for weeks with severe burns, reiterating the fact that although you were the daughter of a god, you weren’t immortal. An uncomfortable prickle of heat spread across your skin as you collapsed in the alleyway bawling. You were lucky that Evie found you.
“He tried to kiss me Evie. I don’t understand him and it’s driving me insane. I don’t know what he’s thinking,”
“Oh Y/N,” Evie said, daring to touch your shoulder once you had cooled down “You are literally the only person on the whole Isle who can’t hear what he’s trying to tell you”

Optimistic. That’s how you felt as you stepped onto that pirate a ship, a strong belief that everything was going to turn out brilliantly. Evie helped you to accept that perhaps you over-reacted at Harry’s attempt to kiss you, so you marched to the docks armed with an apology and a sorry looking smile. You felt terrible, if Harry had truly intended to kiss you genuinely then you couldn’t even begin to understand how he was feeling. Not only had you completely rejected the poor pirate, you had embarrassed him in front of the whole market. The saddest part of all of the whole messy situation was that you actually wanted to kiss Harry, it was your fear of admitting your feelings that was pushing you away. You hoped Harry was in an understanding mood.

You scoured the upper deck for the pirate but you struggled to find him anywhere. You did on the other hand, find Uma.
“Hey Uma! Do you know where Harry is?” You asked the Captain, slowly making your way towards her.
You may not exactly have been friends with Uma but you two were civil and got along well enough. She nodded at you reluctantly, as if contemplating whether to speak.
“He’s in his cabin,” she replied softly, looking at you with pity.
You presumed she was acting strangely because Harry had told her about the market incident. You were wrong.

You whistled to yourself as you you climbed the stairs to Harry’s cabin, pausing outside of his door to give yourself a pep talk. There was no point in denying it anymore, you were completely and utterly head over heels for the boy and bottling your feelings up wasn’t going to help anything. You decided then and there you were just going to tell him, get everything off of your chest once and for all. It was Harry after all, you could tell him anything in confidence and vice versa, the two of you were practically inseparable.
“You’ve got this Y/N,” You told yourself “Get in there and get yourself a boyfriend”.
You grinned nervously but felt oddly calm, opening the door of Harry’s bedroom.
“Har?” You called out softly.
Then your whole world collapsed.

Harry Hook.
Hailey Facilier.
Kissing.
Each other.
On the lips.
That’s all you had to see to know it had happened again.
Your heart had well and truly broken this time.
You shut the door slowly, knowing they hadn’t seen you.
You felt like you’d been hit in the face.
But the funny thing was, you weren’t surprised. Harry was the biggest flirt on the Isle, he was known to break hearts left right and centre, yet you refused to believe he would do that to you. It was like giving a murder a knife and expecting not to be stabbed. After all he had said about the guys who had hurt you, he had joined the list himself. But you still weren’t prepared for it. How could you possibly have prepared to have your heart ripped out of your chest. You underestimated the power of heartbreak. Why were you never ready for it? Because you loved him. Or maybe because you were in denial. You thought Harry would never do it to you. You thought the murder wouldn’t stab you. But you had been stabbed all right, stabbed right in the very back.

You stumbled your way back to the main ship. You couldn’t see, you didn’t know where you were or where you were going, you knew one thing and one thing only. You were burning. Anger boiled deep down in your system, as hot as lava, scorching you from the inside out. It churned from within you, hungry for destruction and you knew this time that it’s too much for you to handle. There was no way for you to control this. The pressure of the raging sea of anger wouldn’t just force you to say things you didn’t mean or release the pent up emotions you had suppressed for weeks, it would hurt people, including yourself. Seriously hurt people.
How could you Harry? was the only thought you had as you hit the deck.

“Harry!” Gil yelled as he ran to find the first mate “Harry! We don’t know what to do!”
The doors to Harry’s cabin flew open revealing him sat alone at the foot of his bed, his head in his hands. He jerked his head to face Gil.
“What are ye going on about,” he snapped.
“It’s Y/N! I think she’s about to set on fire again!”
Harry winced at your name but still managed to roll his eyes.
“She’s the daughter of bloody Hades what do ye expect! Ye know her hair sets on fire”
Gil shook his head violently, so much so it made him dizzy
“Yeah but Harry! It’s not just her hair!”

Harry was panicking. He was there when this happened before, when he had no idea what to do, when all he could do was stand and watch you. He raced down to the ship deck, where you were laid on the floor, a crowd of pirates surrounding you. He pushed them all out of the way.
“What the fuck has made her so mad!” Harry screamed to no-one in particular as he kneeled beside you.
“Get away from me!” You spat, wiggling as far from his as you could. You couldn’t stand up anymore, your entire body glowing red as you continued to get hotter and hotter. It hurt to move.
“Y/N”
“Please,” you croaked, any resentment in your voice vanishing, leaving you completely vulnerable “Please just go back to Hailey”
“What do you mean back to Ha- Y/N you’ve got this all wrong”
Without thinking Harry reached for you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you in close. He grimaced, a searing burning pain exploding from the arm that was holding you but he shrugged it off, pulling you into a closer embrace. He started to rub your cheek.
“Please try and calm yer self down Y/N” He whispered to you.
“Let go of me Harry, I’m hurting you”. You were crying but your tears turned to steam as soon as they touched your face.
“I’m the one that’s hurt ye love and I’m sorry”
His embrace was soothing, his muscular arms protective of you as he held your frail burning body. Slowly but surely you felt your body temperature decline.
“Do you love her Harry?” It was a question you didn’t want to know the answer to but you asked anyway.
“Y/N ye don’t seriously think that do ye?” He gripped your harder. Your skin was no longer glowing like embers of a bonfire but you still far from back to normal.
“I saw you kissing and-”
“She kissed me Y/N! She kissed me! And I pushed her off me! And I screamed at her because…” He paused for a second and just looked at you.
“Because what?” Your voice was gentler now.
“Because I fucking love ye Y/N”
It happened suddenly, as if someone had flipped a switch.
You were extinguished.
The flames disappeared.
A new kind of warmth dispersed inside of you, a tingling happy glow of heat radiating from your stomach banishing the remnants of any anger. You melted, returning back to your normal state, looking up at Harry in disbelief.
“What?”
“Ye heard me, I love ye. And I’ve told myself for so long that I didn’t, because I was scared of ye finding out but I can’t help it I-”
“I love you too Har”
You buried your face into the crook of Harry’s neck, no longer afraid of burning him to death.
The Pirates around you began to cheer and you became suddenly aware that you had an audience. Harry waved his hands in an odd gesture and they all scurried away, leaving you sat on Harry’s lap in the middle of the ship.
“I’m sorry for being a dick”
“And I’m sorry for nearly giving you third degree burns”
You both spluttered with laughter.
“Yer lethal Y/N. Remind me of this whenever I plan on making ye angry again,”
“Oh so you plan on making me angry in advance do you?” You smirked back at the pirate.
You were back to being Y/N and Harry again, slipping back into the comforting roles as if nothing had happened,as if you hadn’t just been sat on the floor consumed by your own raging anger. It was refreshing.
“Ye better believe it” Harry winked at you.
He offered you a hand and pulled you up to stand behind him.
“Now!” He said grandly “About that boat trip ye were banging on about…”
Harry lead you to the ship’s railing and motioned towards a small white rowing boat tied up along the docks, a singular paper lantern resting at the bow.
You grinned at him.
“Harold James Hook, have I told you I love you?”
“I love ye more”
“Not possible”
“It is”
“It isn’t”
“It is”
“God we’re unbearable aren’t. we,” you chuckled lightly.
“I’m afraid we are..” Harry smirked “…Hotstuff”

anonymous asked:

Have you ever thought about how Tsumiki and Gokuhara would interact with each other? Personally I see Tsumiki being intimidated by Gokuhara at first but then she finds out that Gokuhara is the sweetest boy she's ever met and Gokuhara finds Tsumiki beautiful and fragile (just like a butterfly!) Anyway have a wonderful day! ^^

yes!! she would be very scared of him at first but grow to like him due to how kind and courteously he treats others! there would also be non-stop apologizing between these two

Fate is a bitch - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Warning : I was drunk when I wrote this, just coming back from a friend place…I drunk two beers, and that’s enough for me to get drunk, how weak am I right ? It’s because I never drink…Anyway, that’s why this fic is shittier than usually blahblahblah it’s all fun and game until blahblahblah I thought about not writing this and posting it, but then I promised two stories for tonight so still did it and I’m an idiot yes thank you very much. Look how great Bruce looks down there. Damn hottie. DAAAAAAMN HOTTIE. 

Decided to group two requests, because the two together inspired me. So here for a shy reader, newly a Justice League member, intimidated by the Bat. As usual, feedbacks are very welcome, hope you’ll like it :

PART TWO

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Destiny. 

You strongly believed in Destiny. 

No matter what people could say, how many arguments against it they had, and how much they were sceptic about it…it wouldn’t change your mind. You strongly believed in Destiny.

Because it was impossible only coincidences brought you were you were now…in the Justice League’s headquarters ! 

It wasn’t a coincidence that your path crossed Billy Batson’s, aka Shazam, one of the most powerful superhero in the World (though he was barely ten years old), and that you ended up adopting him.

It wasn’t a coincidence that you so happen to be a meta-human too, being able to manipulate the four elements. 

It wasn’t a coincidence that your son got noticed by the Justice League, nor was it a coincidence either that soon, the leaguers discovered he was only a ten year old boy in the body of a grown ass man (when he used his powers) and therefor, discovered that he had a mom…you. Who almost grilled Superman because you thought he wanted to hurt your boy. 

You believe strongly in Destiny, because hell, if all those chain of events were just coincidental, then wow…It just didn’t make sense. It was just too good to be true you know ? From your first meeting with four years old Billy to now, sitting in the League’s headquarter, in fucking Space ! 

The first one you met was Batman, and damn that guy was intimidating…But when he spoke to you, and when he congratulated you to have raised such a good boy as Billy, something weird happened in your heart. 

At first, you pegged it for a stupid teenage like crush. Like the slight infatuation you’d have on the most popular boy in school, or on a teacher, knowing damn well you’d never have a chance with them. But then…Then it was more than that. The more you saw and talked to him, the more you had…feelings stirring in your belly and such. 

Destiny. You strongly believed in it. 

So, when you started to fall for the Bat, you decided it was also Destiny…Only, sometimes fate could be a bitch, and would destin you to be a sad miserable human being. Because there was absolutely NO chance that you’d ever get with a guy like Batman, he was way out of your league. 

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anonymous asked:

Hi I noticed you're really into astrology so do you mind giving a rundown of all the rising signs and your experiences with them maybe? Thx

I would love to! I don’t have personal experience with all of them (that I know of) but I’ll try my best.

Aries rising: The only person I know with this placement is my aunt and she is undoubtedly the most energetic person in a room. It’s impossible to ignore her; she just lives life as if she’s in her 20s when in reality she’s almost 60. Like she has a fiery energy and it’s just unmistakable. She can be quick to anger, definitely though. If things don’t go her way then she most likely will hold a grudge until the other person apologizes. Nonetheless, I appreciate Aries risings’ childlike enthusiasm and willingness to start something new.

Taurus rising: I have yet to encounter any taurus rising, however, I do know many taurus suns and I’m sure there are a few things the two have in common. I’ve read that taurus risings are some of the most elegant, smooth people you know, and that they generally are easy to identify in a crowd. They’re probably more prone to wanting the life of luxury and give off a very comforting vibe. They’re not too out there yet they’re not extremely closed off either. Even though they may not be the loudest ones in a room, they don’t need to be because their presence speaks for itself.

Gemini rising: One of my good friends is one and this might be harder for me to answer. One thing I noticed was that she was, in my opinion, the easiest person to approach. I never felt the need hold back my expressions because I felt she was understanding enough to let me speak my mind. I would definitely say she observes much more than she speaks. This is one thing that stumped me. When I first found out she was one I almost couldn’t believe it because of how social and energetic they are often described. Not only that, but she generally is one of the first to go silent. I think she does appeal to the clever and open-mindedness that gemini risings offer, though. So even though she may not be under my definition, a standard gemini rising, I think they can be hard to pin down to one image considering their duality. I think many gemini risings could actually seem a tad bit intimidating, but generally a priority of theirs is to communicate. Like aries, they give off a very youthful impression.

Cancer rising: I have not met any in real life but once again I know quite a few cancer suns and I do find similarities in the two. Cancer risings most likely give off a very familiar vibe. They are most likely more quiet than most other risings and prefer to stay in their lane of comfort. Generally, they’re very sentimental. Their feelings can easily be expressed through facial expressions and they prefer to have security than to jump into new situations. They definitely give off a nurturing vibe and can easily feel the changing of their surroundings. Cancer risings have a hard shell and a very soft core.

Leo rising: Once again their presence is undeniable. They instantly make an impression and stand out due to their star-like qualities. Not all will be as outgoing, but they are definitely ambitious. They steer toward a very enthusiastic disposition and may also look for other people like them. They usually appear confident in themselves and may seem even a little bit entitled, but they are some of the most warm and big-hearted people around. They also may seem needy and overly self-conscious about how they appear to others, but overall their brightness is unmatchable.

Virgo rising: I know MANY virgo risings. All of them have shown a great amount of work ethic and may even become anxious if things aren’t picture-perfect. To many they seem quiet and critical, and perhaps a bit too opinionated, but they are genuinely some of the most caring. They live to serve others and they appear professional which is something quite admirable. They’re organized and very humble people. Their stress can be very worrisome, though. Their tendencies to pick on every little thing doesn’t only agitate the people around them, but themselves too. Virgo is ruled by mercury and like gemini communication is important, but virgo risings prefer looking at the details of situations rather than the big picture.

Libra rising: I do not know any libra risings, but as a libra sun, I can recognize the similarities. They radiate a sort of gentle aura. They are by far the most polite of the risings and value relationships the most. Like leo risings, libra risings can be very attached to their perceived image. Libra risings avoid conflict normally, and are very charming. They love to be around other people and love socializing but can get tired of the constant change in their personalities. They struggle with understanding their identity which is why they look to others. A lot may consider them shallow or fake upon first meetings, but this isn’t because a libra rising doesn’t have more in depth thoughts, it’s just not something they like to pay attention to. Libras are about harmony, and deep subjects can throw off the light, playful conversation libras enjoy most. They do not change themselves on purpose, necessarily. They just adapt to each new environment because it’s what makes them feel the most comfortable. They value the comfort of others the most, so when everyone else is comfortable, they are as well.

Scorpio rising: I know the most scorpio risings out of them all and they have very distinct qualities. They are known to be some of the most intimidating risings, whether they want to appear that way or not. The ones I have known all seemed very quiet to me at first and my first instinct is always to keep talking until they reply which is something they generally do not understand whatsoever considering their demeanor. People may be afraid of scorpio risings or intrigued because of their strong presence. Not all are extremely private, but they appear that way. They really don’t appreciate superficial people and they tend to feel many emotions but don’t like to openly reveal them. Not all are super shy, but when they speak they may want to cut to the chase rather than wasting their time on smalltalk. If a scorpio rising trusts you though there really should be no issue in communication.

Sagittarius rising: OBVIOUS when someone is one. One of my good friends is a sag rising and when I first met her I remember being completely thrown off by her. She was loud, open, and very in your face. She said pretty much everything that came to her mind and didn’t care about the feelings or opinions of others. She always appeared very humorous to me so I never took any of her comments to heart because I realized she treated everyone that way. So yes, sag risings can be extremely blunt, but never with bad intentions. They are very spiritual people and want to connect with something bigger than them generally. Once you understand them you can see that they are just very fun-loving people. They are some of the most optimistic people and they can be very generous and extravagant.

Capricorn rising: I don’t know any and I really am not familiar with many capricorn suns either so this may be difficult. From what I’ve heard, they tend to appear quite serious. Probably some of the most intimidating along with scorpio risings. They most likely seem invested in their work, are fairly organized, and like to achieve. Some people may describe them as quite shy or “awkward.” Some might even think they come off as boring because they generally guard themselves. They’re quite methodical and practical, but also very down-to-earth. They’re very thoughtful people overall.

Aquarius rising: I’m one as well as my sister and my father! Aquarius rising indicates that you are more than likely highly individualistic and appreciate the road not taken. Uniqueness is a large characteristic involving aquarius and generally we observe with impartiality and intellect. Aqua risings are very aware of their surroundings especially considering aquarius takes the community into consideration before themselves. Can be seen as the “weird” person in a group because of the efforts to rebel in any way possible. We’re huge humanitarians, and are known to be some of the most aloof. Aqua risings are regularly considered as the most detached and potentially standoffish. Also, aqua risings can look quite stubborn much like any other fixed sign. I’ve heard this is a placement where one can appear to be a mad scientist as well.

Pisces rising: They appear to be in their own world most of the time. They’re more social than the other water signs and adapt to environments with ease. Their creativity is unmatchable and even if they may come across shy sometimes, they most likely have a lot to say and aren’t reserved whatsoever. They express their thoughts more so with feelings than any other. Similar to libra and gemini, pisces risings do their own form of shape-shifting. So, their duality can confuse many. They are the most sensitive and openly expressive of their emotions. They have a fascination with the outer world and high powers due to pisces being ruled by both neptune and jupiter, both planets for higher power and learning. Pisces tends to be the most selfless, also. A fault of theirs is potentially coming across overly vulnerable or fragile. They’re very empathetic and dreamy people.

I hate that I love you - Jack Wilder Imagine

Prompt: Reader is an FBI Special Agent who arrests the four Horsemen along with Agent Fuller after they robbed the bank. Unfortunately Reader has met Jack before and they develop a love-hate-relationship.

Authors note: So this is the first imagine I´m putting up on this blog. I had this idea in my head for quite a long time now and I finally wrote it. It got pretty long tho so I forced myself to stop at one point. Since I´m having a lot more ideas for this story there´s probably gonna be a Part 2. I´m sorry for any typos but its currently 4am and I just spent about 3 hours on this so I don’t really feel like editing it right now. I hope whoever reads this likes it tho.

Fandom: Now you see me

Pairing: Jack Wilder x Reader

Warning: There´s like one cuss word 

Word Count:  1.622

„Alright, let´s get those magicians”, I said to Agent Fuller and the rest of our team. We were at the Aria Hotel ready to arrest the so called Horsemen for robbing a bank at their show last night. I had to admit that I thought Fuller was just messing with me when he told me about them. I mean magicians? C´mon these guys are entertainers. However it didn´t matter what they are. What matters is that they somehow managed to rob a bank in Paris from a Las Vegas stage in less than 10 minutes.  We were standing in front of their door silently nodding at each other and then I kicked the door open.

 “FBI! Hands where I can see them!” Fuller and I screamed at the same time. I don’t know what I was expecting but definitely not this. The Horsemen didn’t even flinch. It was as if they were already expecting us. Merritt McKinney was lying on a couch reading and not even bothering to put his book down. It took Agent Fuller to scream at him again so that he let the book rest on his chest and held his hands up. Daniel Atlas was standing at the window with a deck of cards in his hands. At least he put his hands up even though I did not like that smug look on his face. Jack Wilder was what it looked like sleeping on a chair with his feet on a table. I walked over to him with my gun pointed at his chest as he put his hands in the air. He looked rather bored but as soon as he saw me a grin spread on his face.

 “(Y/N), good to see you again. Look, about that last-“ “It´s Agent (Y/L/N) to you”, I cut him off. “C´mon are we really going to the last name calling? It´s not like I don´t know you.” The other Agents gave me questioning looks I simply decided to ignore. I hadn’t told them that I knew Jack Wilder. After all it was none of their business.

 I met him on my way home a few weeks ago when he `accidentally` bumped into me and wanted to apologize by showing me a little card trick. I like magicians and on top of that he was very handsome so I let him. He told me to pick a card, put it back into the deck and then he started to shuffle it.

 “I´m Jack by the way.” His smile was contagious. “(Y/N)” I replied while he cut the deck with one hand and one card shot out of the middle right into his hand. “Is this your card?” I couldn’t help but grin at him. “This is a phone number.” “Yeah it is and you´re free to keep it” His smile was actually the cutest one I had seen in a very long time.  “You know, you said you were going to show me a card trick to make up for bumping into me. You still don´t know what my card was though so I guess I can´t call you because you didn´t keep your promise which doesn´t change anything about you being that asshole who almost made me fall onto the ground and I´m afraid you being so utterly handsome still doesn´t make up for it.” I crossed my arms smiling at him and waiting for his next move.

 He did look surprised for a split second but his grin didn’t vanish. “Well, if you insist.” With a swift movement of his hand the phone number turned into my card - the ace of hearts – with the slight difference of a number being written across the middle of it. “Now, was this your card?” A laugh escaped my lips and I grabbed the card saying: “I guess it was even though I like this version much better.” He wasn´t that much taller than me but that didn’t change the fact that he was looking down at me with a huge smile across his lips. He was just about to say something opening his mouth but I grabbed his wrist and put it quite high on his back. My smile had faded and so had his. Instead he looked pretty shocked. 

“Woah, hey, hold on, hold on.” I kept quiet for a little longer wanting to hear his excuse. “Were you just trying to steal my wallet?” I asked him not very friendly. Yes, he was handsome and yes, I did enjoy that little flirt but I would not let him steal from me. “What? Why would you think that? I-“ I cut him off getting tired of this. “I´m going to stop you right there. I am an FBI Special Agent and I don’t like it when the bad guys are lying to me. Are you doing this to all the girls? Now listen to me very closely. I will let go of you and you won´t run away, do you understand?” He made a huffed noise which I took as a yes. I let go of his arms and he turned around to face me. 

“What? No apology?” I asked arms crossed once again. “You´re from the FBI?” He asked in awe and I had to keep myself of smiling at him because he just looked too cute with disbelief plastered all over his face. “Does that sound like an apology to you?” I must have looked intimidating because after a few seconds of staring at him he sighed and opened his mouth for what I was expecting an apology. “I´m sorry, (Y/N), but I didn’t try to steal anything from you.” That made me raise up my eyebrows. He was actually going to stick to that story. I knew exactly that he wanted to steal my wallet and yet here he stood telling me he didn’t. Pathetic. 

 “Don´t lie to me, Jack. I know what you were about to do but I´m FBI. I don’t deal with pick-pocketers and it´s been a long day so I really wish this wouldn´t have happened. I like you, Jack, and trust me I would´ve called but whatever. Just go now.” His eyebrows went up in surprise. “Are you serious?” “I am but if I ever see you again I promise you I will put you in handcuffs.” A smile started to form on his face and I couldn´t help but smile back. Even if it was just a small smile. “Either way it was still a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N).” “Wish I could say the same thing about you, Jack.” With a last smile and a wink he turned around and walked away.

 And that´s the story of how I met Jack Wilder. I didn´t know he was one of the Four Horsemen but when Fuller showed me their faces I thought one of them looked oddly familiar and when he told me his name was Jack Wilder I immediately recognized him as the guy who had tried to steal my wallet weeks ago. I had to admit that it was nice seeing his face again. The circumstances weren´t so nice though. 

“Like I said, it´s Agent (Y/L/N).” Just in that moment Henley Reeves appeared at the stairs putting on her jacket causing almost all Agents to point their weapons at her. “Do one of you guys mind giving as a hand with our bags?” She asked while she put her hands up. I didn´t like the tone of her voice but it wouldn´t be of any use to call her out on it so I just focused my attention back to Jack. “Let`s go”, Fuller said and I grabbed Jacks arms making him stand up so I could put him into handcuffs. 

“Last time we saw each other you did promise me you would put me into handcuffs, I just thought my charm would prevent you from doing so and instead you´d go on an actual date with me”, he said while I walked him out of the hotel room and led him downstairs. “Shut up, Wilder.” I couldn´t have him talk to me like that in front of my fellow agents or they would start questioning my authority. “No, I´m serious. I really wanted to ask you out but then that happened. I guess some would say it was the universe that brought us here together once again, don´t you think so?” He was messing with me just like McKinney was messing with Fuller but somehow he managed to get the idea of going on a date with him into my head and I couldn´t stop thinking about it. “I said shut the fuck up!” “Hey, no need to scream. I was just stating the fact that I find you very attractive, alright. However I already made myself clear about that last time, didn´t I?”

 These Horsemen had all of this planned, I could feel it. None of them were surprised or showed even the slightest change of emotion when we entered their room and now they were all talking to us as if we were not arresting them. Something was going on and I did not like it. When I sat back in the car next to Fuller he was giving me a questioning look. “Drive.” I didn´t feel like talking right now especially because I knew that he wanted to talk about Jack Wilder and if I did I might accidentally tell him something I didn´t want to speak out loud. Jack Wilder had been spinning around my head since the day I first met him and seeing him again like this didn´t make things any easier for me. God forbid when I need to interrogate him.

One Double 0

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 4,402

Summary: Bucky Barnes recieves a birthday gift no one else can top. 

Warning: none, really. a little bit of emotions everywhere, other than that some fluff. 

A/N: It’s Bucky’s 100th birthday! Can you guys believe it?. I have always wanted to write this one, and it fit perfectly for his birthday. Hope you guys enjoy, feedback is as always greatly appreciated! <3


 When you had first decided to become a nurse it had been because your mother was one and because her mother before her had been one and you had always adored the work they did. You had known since you could walk and talk that it was the profession you would want to pursue, and even after you graduated and began working as a nurse, you didn’t once regret the decision at all.

It wasn’t just that it made your family proud, after all, all their three children were highly educated, no it was the possibility of meeting and helping new people each and every day that made you love your job to the core.

Sure there would be rude and very hateful patients, but no job was perfect and neither would yours be just because you loved it.

For the past month, you had been working at a unit for elderly patients. It wasn’t a nursing home, but there were a few patients who was taken care of almost like they would at a nursing home, but this unit was a tad more luxurious than a normal one.

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  • Akechi: Everybody shut the f**k up and be intimidated by me!
  • Futaba: I’m scared.
  • Akira: Great, look what you did, you scared Oracle. Are you happy?
  • Akechi: Yes!! I’m very f**king happy!! I’m the hap-hap-HAPPIEST kid in the world!! I feel like I’m in f**king LEGOLAND right now!! WHOOP-DE-F**KING-DOO, I COULD JUST EXPLODE WITH HAPPINESS!! THAT’S JUST HOW F**KING HAPPY I AM!!!
  • Akira: …You don’t look very happy–
  • Akechi: AAAAAAAAA–
Relax(Fem!ReaderxNewt SMUT)

Omgawd! U should do a romantic first time with newt x reader(u know da thing xD) …Maybe they go on a date and later go home to his apartment, and it gets a little intense. If u do imagines I hope u would consider it ;) thx in advance :3

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I MADE A MALE VERSION BECAUSE THE GAYS DESERVE SMUT TOO

Warnings-SmUT(giddy up ;) 


Newt was currently pacing around in front of your office with flowers. He wanted to ask you on a date but man was he nervous. He knocks on the door and you open up the door. You smile widely at the adorable man standing in front of you. 

“Hello Newt, So what do I owe the pleasure?” you ask. 

Newt pulls the flowersRe out from behind his back, “Would you like to go out to dinner tonight?” Newt asks. You take the flowers and smell them. 

“Newt, love. We’ve been dating for months now. You don’t have to be so nervous or be so formal” You tell him. 

“Well yes I know but, I still get very nervous around you. You’re very intimidating” Newt admits. 

You giggle and ruffle his hair a little bit. I’ll see you tonight Newty.” You say. Newt takes you to a lovely muggle restaurant. It was beautiful, you dressed up in a simple black dress with matching heels. 

“Newt, I love this but tell me, why something so, so magnificent. I really don’t deserve this” You say. Newt reaches across the table and takes your hand. 

“Darling, of course you deserve this. I know how stressful work can be, I thought this could relax you” Newt explains. 

Newts fingers tapped lightly on your hand. He couldn’t help but noticed the light above you cast shadows on your cleavage and the dress you wore hugged your curves just right. Newt blushed at his own thoughts and let go of your hand. The waiter came to take your order and you and Newt ordered. You noticed his voice was a little shaky. 

“Newt, what’s wrong?” you ask. 

“Um Nothing love” Newt replies. 

You nod your head but made a mental note to talk about it later. The conversation between you two was lively and sweet. Newt rambled on and on about his creatures, you loved seeing the passion in his eyes as he told stories about them. He ran his fingers through his hair and bit his lip. It was something he always did but it always made you weak at the knees. He was adventurous and enticing how could you not fall for him. Not to mention a gentleman. 

“This was a wonderful evening, I don’t want it to end” You say as you and Newt exit the resturant. You had Newt’s coat wrapped around your body. 

“It doesn’t have to, we can head back to my apartment if you like” Newt offers. 

“If you don’t mind” you reply. 

Newt takes your hand and goes into a hidden alley and pulls out his wand apparates to his apartment. It was a warm and cozy little place. Newt walks off to his bedroom. His case with rope on it in the corner. It slightly resembles the Hufflepuff common room. You take off his coat and hang it on a nearby chair. You take off your heels and rub your feet. 

“Hey Newt…” You trail off as you look up. 

Newt walks out only in his trousers and white shirt. His hair is slightly messy and his shirt slightly unbuttoned. You stared gaping like an idiot. He looked so…delcious. Oh what it would be like to run your fingers through his hair and unbutton that shirt. 

“Y/n Would you like some tea?” Newt’s voice breaks you from your dirty train of thought. 

“Y-Yes, sure” You reply. 

You stand up and walk behind Newt. You wrap your arms around his waist and put your head on his shoulder. Newt jumps at your contact and then calms down. 

“Oh, it’s just you” Newt says relieved. You turn your head and press your lips on his neck. 

Newt tenses at your contact, “U-Uh Y/n, What are you doing?” Newt asks nervously but also excited. You continue kissing his neck, applying more pressure. You reach your hands down and settle them on his belt. 

“Are you okay with this love?” you ask. 

“Very” Newt says. 

You smirk and turn him around. You unbutton his shirt at a teasingly slow pace. You trace his scars lightly and leave kisses all over his chest. 

“Oh y/n” Newt moans out. You raise your eyebrows at Newt. 

“Didn’t know you were so vocal Scamander” you tease. 

Newt takes your hand and leads you to his bedroom. You push him down on the bed and straddle his waist. You undo his belt and Newt eagerly kicks down his pants. 

“Easy there tiger” you joke. 

“I don’t even know what a tiger is” Newt says cheekily. 

You roll your eyes and lightly grab his crotch. Newt bucks his hips needily against your hand. You lean down and kiss him passionately. Newt’s hands roam your back. He starts to unzip your dress when you stop him. 

“Y/n” he whines. 

“Later love, let me show you how much I love you” you whisper in his ear. 

You pull down his boxers and run your hands along his dick. He whines at your touch. You smirk and bring your lips to his head. Your rub your hands at the base of his cock and take more of it in your mouth. You suck hard and grab his balls. Newt lets out a loud moan. You start bobbing your head and Newt whines and grabs the sheets in his hands. 

You look up and see Newts face full of pleasure. You smile in your head and start moving faster. You felt Newts dick twitch in your mouth. You pull off his cock and kiss back up his body. 

“Why did you stop” Newt whines. You laugh a little and kiss his jaw. 

“We’re not done yet love” you whisper. 

Newt’s hands go back to your dress. He unzips it and you let him, his eyes roam your body and he licks his lips. He unhooks your bra and brings his hands up to your breasts. he squeezes and brings his plump lips to your nipples. You moan as he bites and licks at your nipples. 

“I need you” Newt pants. 

You lean and plant a heated kiss. Newt’s hands travel down and take off your panties. You get a condom from the desk next to you, rip it off and put it on Newts dick. You guide his cock into your wet pussy. Moans filled the air as you start to ride Newt. Newt grabs your hips and raises his hips to meet you. 

You looked down to see Newt panting and sweating. This turned you on more and you picked up the pace. You felt Newts cock twitch inside you. You went as fast as you could, Newt grabbing at your breasts and admiring you. 

“Y/n, I-I'm” Newt starts but he wasn’t able to finish his sentence. 

He was too lost in pleasure to even think. With one last hard bounce, Newt cums into the condom. You follow him after you let him ride out his orgasm. You pull off of him and lay next to him. 

“You are one magnificent person Y/n” Newt pants looking at you. 

“Glad you enjoyed it, You deserved it” you say. Newt wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer. 

“This was supposed to be your night though” Newt says. 

“Oh it was definitely my day Newt” You reply 

“I love you” you murmur into his chest. 

“I love you too, more than you could ever imagine”


Can anyone find me some Holy water? 

Why am I working with these morons? (Part 2)

After the son of Ares managed to thoroughly piss off our handler, she ordered us to give a report of what happened. The son of Aphrodite, who has ridiculous charisma and a power that gives him a bonus when trying to charm people, opens his mouth.

NPC: Ah ah ah, you be quiet. *pointing at son of Aphrodite*

Our son of Apollo opens his mouth only to get the same response.

NPC: *pointing at the other members of the party* All of you be silent. *turns to my character* Now, Arachne dear. What happened.

As I’m attempting to start to give a report, the son of Apollo, who is an alcoholic takes a very large pull from his flask and opens his mouth.

Son of Apollo: *in a tipsy voice* She had a shotgun! (about one of the enemies)

Our handler, who happens to be a daughter of Athena, summons a glowing spear after our GM rolled for her intimidation. Even the son of Ares, who can summon a fire ax, leans away.

NPC: If you cannot handle your liquor, I will make you handle it.

Son of Apollo: *in a small voice* Yes, ma'am.

After glaring for a moment, she allows my character to continue.

there's a new app or something
  • Girl: Did you get the new app?
  • Boy: What app?
  • Girl: The new app, stupid.
  • Boy: What does it do?
  • Girl: It's new! Check it out. *fires up app*
  • New App: *in a fresh and cool voice* Welcome to the new app.
  • Boy: I still don't understand what it does.
  • Girl: You can press this button here and it checks for the latest version of the new app. Watch. *boop*
  • New App: Boop received. There are ZERO new updates.
  • Girl: Isn't it cool?
  • Boy: I'm really not into it.
  • Girl: C'mon. You have to be. Everyone's using it.
  • Boy: I'm not really into the same things everyone else is.
  • Girl: You're always such a hispter, but that's your choice.
  • Boy: Yeah, it's my choice and I'm proud of it.
  • *later, elsewhere*
  • Group of People: Wow, the new app rules, right? I love it. I like booping it to see if there's any new updates. We should all boop it now. No, I think we should wait. You're stupid. Yeah, let's all boop it forget the other guy. *boopboopboopboopboopboop*
  • New App: Bbbooooppppp rreeecciiieeeevvvveeedddd. Ooonneeeeee nnnnnneewwww uuuuppppdddaaaattttteeeeeee aaaaavvvvvvvaaaillllllabbbbbl-
  • Boy: *watching from afar* What a bunch of sheep. How can they get excited over a stupid app that does nothing. It's mob mentality if I've ever seen it. One person downloads a useless app, so everyone else has to. Thank god that I'm appless and entirely free from banal social dogma.
  • New App: New update has finished downloading. Activating new feature, outcast locater. One outcast located directly to the south of your group. He's watching from the alleyway.
  • Boy: Huh?
  • Group of People: *rush over the alleyway* Whoa, there really was a guy watching us from the alleyway! What a weirdo! Does he really not have the app? No one doesn't have the app, it's the newest app. Hey, do you not have the app?
  • Boy: I have to go.
  • Group of People: Don't go! Why don't you have the app? Actually, fuck off if you don't have the new app, freak!
  • Boy: *runs away* Why did they all gang up on me like? *stomach growls* Now I'm hungry after running like that. I best go to that sandwich shop over yonder and eat a... hmmm sandwich.
  • Cashier: Hello, sweetie. What kind of sandwich can I get you today?
  • Boy: Just a bread sandwich. Like, a sandwich with three slices of bread and meats, vegetables, cheeses, or condiments.
  • Cashier: *phone vibrates* Hold on, sweetie. The new app is booping me, there might be a new update.
  • New App: Hey, do you see the kid standing in front of you?
  • Cashier: You mean that very cute boy?
  • New App: Yes, him. He doesn't have the new app.
  • Cashier: What!?
  • New App: It's true.
  • Cashier: You have the new app, don't you?
  • Boy: Well, no.
  • Janitor: *stops mopping the floor* That's kind of weird.
  • Cashier: It's actually very weird.
  • Boy: I don't understand what the big deal is, it's just a dumb app.
  • Cashier: It's not dumb, everyone's using it!
  • Janitor: *locks the doors* It's suspicious that you're not using it, son. Why don't you take a seat and wait here for a moment.
  • Cashier: Yeah, me an my colleague, the janitor, have to talk. Your sandwich will be out in a moment.
  • Boy: *nervously sits*
  • *the janitor and cashier huddle behind the counter and whisper to each other*
  • Boy: *internally* This is ridiculous. Why is this stupid app getting me into so much trouble. I'm not required to download it. It's just an app. So why is everyone getting so aggressive about it.
  • Cops: *knock at the door*
  • Janitor: *lets them in* Welcome officers.
  • Cops: So we hear that someone isn't using the new app, eh?
  • Janitor: Yes officer, he's sitting right over there. He's terrible! TERRIBLE!
  • Cops: Calm down, sir. We'll take care of this. *walks over to the boy, very authoritatively* Hello, son. Now, don't be intimidated just because we're cops and all. We simply want to know why you aren't using the new app.
  • Boy: I don't know, I just don't feel like using it.
  • Cops: But you realize it's the most innovative app to be released in the past decade. It was developed by Darkheart Studios, and you know those Darkhearts always make good stuff.
  • Boy: I just don't get why I have to download it. Like, what's the big deal? All it does is update itself.
  • *cops look at each other puzzled*
  • Cops: *phone vibrates* Oh, looks like the app has something to tell us. Lemme just give it a boop. *boop*
  • New App: Boop received. New has update finished downloading. Activating new feature, extermination of the sacrilegious. Kill the boy, officers. End his miserable life.
  • Cops: Are you telling us to shoot the boy because he hasn't downloaded the app.
  • New App: Not necessarily, but any means of extermination is sufficient.
  • Cops: I don't think we should kill the boy. The new app is great an all, but not worth killing over. In fact, it's getting kind of old. I think we should take the boy down to the station for safe keeping while we figure out what's going with this here bizarre app. Hey there, little guy... oh.
  • Boy: *gone*
  • Cops: He's gone. Now where did he run off too?
  • Boy: *runs panicked down the street, the cellphone of every single person vibrating and ringing as he passes them*
  • Boy: *runs into his house and locks himself in his bedroom* What did I do to deserve this? I should just download the app and spare myself this hell. No! I refuse, I won't fall in with trends like all the sheeple. I'm special. I'm different.
  • Sister: *knocks at the boy's bedroom door, clutching a knife behind her back* Little brother, open up. I have to talk to you about something. It's important.
  • Boy: I don't feel like talking, leave me alone.
  • Sister: Come on, I'm your sister. You can trust me, open up. *tries to force the door open* Open the fucking door!
  • Boy: You're acting crazy, leave me alone!
  • Sister: Fine. *stomps off*
  • Boy: *hides under his blankets*
  • *a cacophony of cellphone notification sounds come from outside of the bedroom window*
  • Boy: *sheepishly peaks out the window, his blanket still wrapped around him*
  • *a mob of people, some armed with weapons stand in his backyard*
  • Leader of the Mob: Kid, we all know you didn't download the new app. Unfortunately, the app says we gotta kill you unless you do. I personally think that's unreasonable, but it is the new app after all, and who am I to question it?
  • Boy: Fuck your stupid app! It doesn't even do anything!
  • Leader of the Mob: What a bad attitude. It's the new sensation.
  • Boy: You're sheep!! You're all stupid sheep!! I'm never downloading the stupid fucking app!!
  • Leader of the Mob: Then we have to burn down your house, kid.
  • Boy: My dad is super rich and influential. If you burn down my house, he'll have you guys taken care of.
  • Dad: *from the mob* I actually support them, son. It's disconcerting to me as a father that you don't have the new app when everyone else does. I could support your through anything, but not this.
  • Boy: Wha- dad!? Argh! Just burn the house! I don't care! I'm not afraid to die!! At the end of the day, I'll be a martyr and you'll all still be fucking nobodies!!
  • Leader of the Mob: Whatever ya say, kid. *tosses torch at the house*
  • *the rest of the mob follows and the house quickly goes up in flames*
  • Boy: I guess this is it. This is how I die. All over a dumb app that doesn't do anything but boop.
  • *flames reach the bedroom window*
  • Boy: Oh god, oh god, oh god! I've changed my mind! I don't want to die!! *frantically pulls out his phone as the flames grow and downloads the new app*
  • New App: *boop* Thank you for downloading the new app, boy. Now, you've been forgiven. You may live. Please be sure to boop me to check for updates.
  • Boy: I feel so fucking stupid, but at least I'll live. I just have to get out of here.
  • Boy: *rushes into the hallway, but the flames have engulfed the entire house*
  • *the ceiling collapses, trapping the boy in the hallway and ceiling any exits*
  • Boy: No! Someone help me! *coughs* I'm sorry! Please help! I downloaded the app!
  • Boy: *curls up in fetal position* I don't want to die. Fire fighters will come and save me or something like that, I'm sure of it! I'm so scared! I don't want to die! I don't want to die! It can't end like this!
  • *The End*
“Why are you wasting your time with fan fiction instead of writing real literature?”

I know I’m not the only fic author who has faced this question. The answer is as long as it is ranty, but it needs to be given.

Greek mythology inspired James Joyce. George RR Martin inspired David Benioff. Conan Doyle inspired Mofftiss. Mozart’s life inspired Shaffer. They get lauded, fic writers get ridiculed. What gives?

I will readily accept that some writers have turned to fan fiction to have some fun, or to practice certain things without the pressure of creating an entire literary universe, but what I can’t stand behind is the notion that the aspiration of all fic writers should be to have something original published.

Is writing fan fiction easy? Technically, yes - thanks to AO3 and ff.net, anyone can easily do so. Is it easy to create good fan fiction? No. It’s not any easier than creating any sort of quality fiction. With an original text, you are the ultimate expert - no one has the authority to tell you you’ve done things wrong when it comes to characterisation or world-building apart from technical aspects. With fan fiction, you have a potential audience of millions of people who will certainly tell you if you go totally off the rails and don’t call your own text out on it. Characters acting in ways they usually wouldn’t is the salt of fic - it’s what many good plots and conflicts are built upon, but the text needs to show awareness of that. You need to know your canon. You need to know the rules so that you can break them. You need to know the fandom’s tropes in order to make parody out of them. You need to know what is going on in the fic nook of your fandom, if you want to do something fresh and novel. So much fic is published in many fandoms that the nose really needs to be put on the grindstone if one is to complete with the cream of the crop.

Is the world of real, published fiction a nicer place to be than the world of fan fiction? After following the career of a dear friend who is a novelist, my impression is hell no. Is getting published a measure of skill? Yes, to some extent, since there’s a referee process in the form of editors and publishers, but  having seen what it’s like out there I have no desire to enter that world of misogyny, commercialism, emphasis on dumbing down things based on  common denominators, fighting over attention with more established authors, getting very little feedback because readers are intimidated to give it to a “real author”, and luck largely regulating whose name actually gets out there.

What most irks me about assuming that fan fiction is a stepping stone towards real literature is the fact that inbuilt into that notion I see the idea that creativity is somehow about proving things.

Creativity should be about inspiration and fun and sharing and learning. Writing fan fiction gives me all that and so much more. I don’t do it to prove that I can write. I do it because I enjoy doing so. As simple as that.

I have seen novel-length fics that easily rival any piece of published fiction in terms of world-building, characterisation and all-around quality. I have created prominent OCs, merged my chosen fandom with many wondrous things and genres and created original, altered worlds and settings for my fics. I even have an original main character in a story whose parts are written in first person. I did not do these things because I wanted to prove that I could. I did them because I was inspired to do so.

For original fiction writers, getting published is an important way in which to find readers. That might be changing, though, with the advent of Wattpad and other similar services. With fan fiction, convenient forums enabling us to find readers have existed for a long time. In a way, fic is already a veteran in what original fiction is still a floundering rookie. The reasons for fan fiction still being ridiculed has lots of historical reasons, and getting into them would entail a lengthy essay on the history of literature, feminism and media studies. Yes, it’s derivative, but so is all pop and rock music, and we’re not throwing all that in the bin, either, just because someone had to invent its tools first.

How about we stop measuring the worth of creativity, and instead focus on enjoying its fruits together. Because that’s what it’s all about.  

A bit of a learning curve

[this is entirely and totally not the scariest thing I have done in my life what. No, but, I saw @beanpots make a cute little comic about Yuri being a preschool teacher and blind date and stuff and yeah just go and check that thing out ummm I’m thinking about writing a fic hehe so this is the possible beginning maybe? Pleasedon'tkillmeIhaven'twrittenafanficinlikethreeyears]


“Pichit, honestly, it’s fine.” Yuuri repeated, standing next to his friend, watching to make sure all the children he taught stayed on the crosswalk as they headed home. “Nonsense!” Pichit stated cheerily, holding out a hand for the approaching car. “You’ll meet them at table five, you know, the tall one by the window?”
Yuuri sighed. “Pichit, do you even know who they are? It could be a kidnapper! A murderer!” The cheery crosswalk guard just smiled and shook his head. “Tomorrow at 15:00.” As the last child crossed, Yuuri groaned, giving his friend a halfhearted hug and heading home himself.


Looking around anxiously, and regretting ever letting Pichit set him up on a blind date, Yuuri suddenly noticed a very tall, very…appealing man doing the same. Taking a breath to steady himself, Yuuri approached the (slightly intimidating) stranger and held out his hand.
“Ah..are you.. are you my blind date?” He asked, voice rising a little in pitch. The man’s eyes lit up, not unlike an excited child himself, and he took Yuuri’s hand in his own, shaking it roughly.
“Yes, yes, I am! Viktor Nikiforov. You are?”
Yuuri returned the handshake, internally breathing a sigh of relief. “Katsuki Yuuri. Glad to meet you. Shall we?” He gestured to the tall table Pichit had described, both men taking their seats.
“A pleasure to meet you indeed, Katsuki!” Yuuri had to laugh at this, a little embarrassed.
“Yuuri, actually. Sorry, I’ve introduced myself by my last name for a while.” Viktor paused, before bringing a hand to his head. “God, I must have looked like an idiot!”
“Oh, no, no!” Yuuri was quick to remediate. “I understood why, it’s no worry!” He smiled, hoping to dissolve any tension. Viktor smiled in return, resting his head on a hand. “So, I know barely anything about you, Yuuri. What do you do for a living?”
“Oh, well, I teach.” Yuuri replied, smiling fondly (and a little bitterly) as he remembered the previous day at the crosswalk.
“Oh, so you’re a teacher, huh?” Viktor’s voice smoothed. “That’s hot.”
Yuuri had to struggle to keep in a laugh, taken aback for a minute.
“Actually, I-I’m a preschool teacher.” Yuuri stuttered out over the thermos he’d brought with him. “What do you do?”

A Boy Named Dean

Originally posted by jensenfans

Summary: Dean is cursed by a witch which leads to some hard times around the bunker…

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,300ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Funny-ish, angsty-ish, implied smutty-ish, this baby’s got it all…written for @jalove-wecallhimdean ‘s SuperBusters Challenge! My quote was, “Are you sure you’re using that thing correctly?”…


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It’s just a fever

Thanks @am-i-talented-yet for the prompt!

 At first John hadn’t minded his boyfriend insisting to look after him until he recovered from his fever.  At first he liked the way Alex had plopped him in front of the TV, running around non-stop to bring John food and whatever else he needed while taking his temperature every hour.  At first John couldn’t stop thinking about how lucky he was to have someone like Alexander Hamilton in his life.

At first.

 However, 2 days later was a different story.

“No, Alex, you don’t need to take my temperature again,” John growled as he stood up from the couch, heading towards the kitchen.

“Y-yes I do–wait, where are you going?”

“The kitchen to make myself some dinner,” John snapped as Alex trailed him into the kitchen.

“I don’t think so.  You need to be resting; you have a fever,” Alex ordered, planting himself between John and the fridge, not very intimidating coming from a 5′ 7″ boy wearing the same gray sweatshirt he always did.

John rolled his eyes as he turned away from the smaller boy.  “That’s exactly what I’ve been doing for the past 2 days.  I’m–”

“And that’s what you should be doing now,” Alex interrupted.  “Please, just let me take care of everything for you.  P-please, John I can’t–”

“You need to stop.  It’s a fever!  How many people do you know that have died from a little fev–oh…” 

That’s when John turned back to his boyfriend–noticing Alex’s eyes clenched shut, his breathing coming  faster than normal as his wrapped around his stomach.  

“Hey,” John whispered as he pulled Alex into a hug, stroking Alex’s hair as he let the smaller boy cry into his shoulder.  “I’m not dying and I’m not going anywhere.  I promise.”

kaz is autistic masterpost

yes we are doing this babey. special thanks to @saltyautisticpickle and @fourmillionkruge for helping me put this together: a collection of canonical evidence and headcanons for autistic kaz “dirtyhands” brekker!

  • he very rarely emotes and is super blunt
  • his trauma/triggers are focused on tactile sensations
  • he refers to himself as thinking in extra dimensions (”thinking like a lockpick”)
  • he went nonverbal during inej’s “i will have you without armor” talk because he was Super stressed
  • the way so many people are intimidated/unnerved by his behavior/character is half because he puts effort into keeping up that scary aloof image, half because he just doesn’t understand all the nuances of social interaction
  • choosy about his gloves and suits because they need to be that Good Texture… and he has a ton of weighted jackets
  • “kaz brekker wears all black because it’s hARDCORE” no he just hates bright things
  • the way he fell apart when inej was kidnapped was super reminiscent of a meltdown, and his whole internal effort to shove down his tendency to be open and trustful with inej after that reminded me a lot of an autistic kid suppressing their autistic behaviors
  • kaz has a collection of Spooky Pendants and people think it’s to add to his Look™ and well. it kinda is because Fashion Is Everything but he also just likes to fidget with/chew on them. (wylan, the other autistic icon of the dregs, likes to steal them sometimes. kaz is never angry, just impressed that he gets away with it)
  • “Seems like everyone is forming alliances.” “They’re called friendships, Kaz.”
  • kaz “everyone thinks i drink coffee black because i definitely look the part but actually i have a sweet tooth and bitter foods are horrible” brekker
  • his Ultimate Cursed Food? fish
  • he doesn’t like to stim in front of people because he’s embarrassed/he’s gotta keep up the Cold Dirtyhands Image but he likes running his hand over the head of his cane a lot
  • in canon, after the scene at the exchange with geels, kaz doesn’t talk to the dregs; jesper takes over instead and explains what happened for him. kaz says that jesper always does this. conclusion: jesper knows kaz is autistic and helps him out when he’s nonverbal/overstimmed/starting to shut down (and i feel autistic/adhd solidarity in this chili’s tonight)
  • kaz gets overstimmed when the ketterdam streets are too busy, since there are A Lot of different noises and a lot of people brushing up on him when he tries to walk through the crowd. he goes nonverbal when he gets overstimmed and it happens pretty often since ketterdam Is a busy place, but he hides it easily behind his Cool Mysterious Doesn’t Talk Much persona
  • due to this he had a hard time when he first came to ketterdam, he literally Clung to jordie for like a month before he could get adjusted to the sudden change in scenery/schedule because jordie was the only familiar thing he had (”okay it’s super loud outside but being all alone in the house is worse than being outside with you so i’m coming with you to wherever you’re going!! WAIT DON’T LEAVE ME TO WAIT OUT IN THE STREET WHILE YOU GET SOMETHING FROM THE STORE I HAVE TO COME WITH YOU!!”)
  • prefers to walk the streets during the day even if it’s busier than it is during the night because ketterdam at night scared him shitless as a kid
  • “Wylan had been red-faced, barely able to speak the words of his supposed ‘affliction.’ Kaz had only shrugged. … So what if he couldn’t read?” this and kaz’s pep talk about disability are such iconic examples of autistic solidarity
  • kaz likes to stim with inej’s hair sometimes, like he’ll curl a strand around his finger or help her brush/braid it. it means they can make physical contact without skin touching so it’s really nice. also i’m crying as i type this because i love them so much
  • kaz and jesper are both Chronic Hand-Flappers And Leg-Jigglers
  • kaz’s happy stims: playing with his hair, humming
  • kaz’s unhappy stims: flapping, rocking
  • he has very rigid morning rituals and if you interrupt them You Will Die
  • picky as HELL with food. cook this steak the Right Way you cowards. you have all these spices and yet you use none of them. i have to do everything myself don’t i. i despise you all
  • he’s embarrassed to do anything Too Autistic around inej before their relationship really develops because he’s worried it’ll affect her opinion of him but jesper knows he’s autistic so he feels safe around him and lets jesper calm him down when he gets overwhelmed….. It’s Good
  • KAZ’S SPECIAL INTEREST IS MAGIC TRICKS AND HE INFODUMPS TO INEJ
  • kaz: *shoves his hands in a pile of kruge to stim* I’m Fucking Coping