cause the other one was ugly

anonymous asked:

RFA + minor trio being protective of MC?

I hope you like this anon! btw as much as I like vanderwood, I have no idea how to write him and feel like I won’t do justice if I did so i’ll have to leave him out for this one, sorry. If I do learn how to write him i’ll include him in my future scenarios btw I feel like I went to far from what’s supposed to be yikes, i tried to show different kinds of protectiveness though!


YOOSUNG

  • Yoosung was ecstastic because MC would be visiting his university to write a report about 
  • “I’m confused MC what’s this for again?”
  • “I’m telling you Yoosung, I need a survey from universities nearby. Why? You don’t want me to visit?”
  • “Of course I want! It’s just I can’t believe you’d pick my school when there’s one much closer to yours”
  • “Silly, it’s scary going to an unknown university alone. Knowing you’d be there puts me to ease” 
  • She kissed his cheek as he sighed in content
  • The following day, Yoosung waited for MC, giddy but anxious
  • But she didn’t really come on the time she said she would be going
  • So he looked for her
  • And he found her talking to some of his friends 
  • They were all crowding her as she happily talked to them
  • He felt himself go itchy seeing the scene but willed it away
  • But when one of his friends grabbed a hold of her hand muttering a “You’re beautiful”, he quickly got to her side and placed his arm around her shoulder
  • “I see you’ve met my girlfriend”
  • He made sure to emphasize on the word as his friends stared at him in bewilderment
  • “She’s your girlfriend? Oh sorry bro I didn’t mean to-”
  • “Yeah yeah it’s totally cool I just wanted you guys to know”
  • They put their hands up as they snickered at how jealous he’s becoming
  • Yoosung turned her around as they started walking the other direction, waving his hand 
  • Once they got to a deserted hallway he pinned her to the wall
  • Grasping his hands on her hips he started making out with her
  • You’re mine” He growled
  • “Yoosung” she said breathless against him as he started attacking her neck with kisses
  • “Yoosung what are you doing”
  • “Showing them who you belong to”
  • He gave her one last hard kiss as he pulled on her hand 
  • “Cmon, you still have a report to make”
  • “You can’t just do that!”

ZEN

  • Zen wanted to take MC as his plus one in the party celebrating the success of the musical he was in
  • She was dressed in a slightly revealing dress and when she came out Zen had his mouth hung low
  • Placing butterfly kisses along her collarbone he said
  • “Don’t tempt me tonight, Babe”
  • Booping on his nose she slightly pushed him away
  • “Whoa there control yourself”
  • Zen pouted as they drove to their destination
  • There were many people, the crew included
  • Zen was actually mingling alot with the people around so he kind of left MC
  • She was slightly mad but she knows he means no harm
  • But she was quite bored 
  • So she took a few drinks and was starting to have fun with the company of other people
  • Zen was still nowhere to be found
  • One guy found his way to her and started talking to her
  • He was alright and didn’t look like he would do something bad so they talked nearly all night
  • With each passing minute MC kept drinking and before she knew it she was buzzed
  • She was faltering in her steps as the guy steadied her
  • “You know what you’re a cute little drunk lady. Do you want to come home with me?” He smirked
  • MC felt disgusted and pushed him off 
  • She then felt strong arms around her as she was pulled towards Zen’s body
  • “This cute little drunk lady is with me” The intensity of his glare made MC shrink back a bit
  • “If you so ever lay another hand on her I will ruin you, do you understand?”
  • The guy gulped as he left
  • “Now cmon little lady, you made me worry tonight”

JUMIN:

  • MC was in his office again
  • I mean what can she say? It was quite boring to be in the penthouse all day
  • She was acually roaming around the building and was greeting people wherever she goes
  • They all adore her
  • They all adore her to the point where MC starts receiving these mysterious flowers
  • She doesn’t know where it comes from but it always appears in her desk in her own little personal office Jumin made especially for her
  • She thought it was Jumin who sent them but when she asked if he went to a florist that day he was only confused
  • These flowers even had notes in them like
  • ‘You are beautiful’
  • ‘The brightness of the sun cannot compare to you’
  • ‘You capture the hearts of many, and I am enraptured by you’
  • She thought it was pretty sweet but it felt awkward coming from another person
  • So she was trying to find out who this was, going around trying to find possible clues
  • Jumin noticed her odd actions thought and confronted her about it
  • She was slightly embarassed to be honest
  • “Um.. its just i’ve been trying to find out who keeps giving me these flowers”
  • Jumin stared at her blankly
  • Someone was… giving her flowers?
  • A sudden possesiveness came over him
  • Someone was sending his love flowers. Only he can do something as intimate
  • So when he told MC to check the CCTV she slapped a hand to her face for not thinking about it earlier
  • So they were rewinding tapes and Jumin would not go back to his duties until the culprit was found
  • This guy doesn’t give flowers to someone’s beloved and get away from it, no
  • So they caught this guy and Jumin confronted him telling him to stay away from MC and that she was his and his only
  • Everyday after that, Jumin would send her the most extravagant of bouquets 

JAEHEE:

  • Jaehee and MC were working in their coffee shop when a bunch of rowdy customers came in
  • They were really causing a ruckus and everyone was getting annoyed
  • But MC still had to accomodate them
  • They starting snickering at her when she came over
  • “She’s so ugly” one said
  • MC was suddenly aware of how she looked and how she acted
  • She was feeling really insecure as she clenched her fist, willing her tears away
  • But still she put a brave smile on
  • “What would you guys want to have?” She asked
  • “Hm, we’ll have the other waitress please” 
  • The group laughed and high fived each other as MC looked down
  • Soon arms wrapped around her shoulders as Jaehee stood menacingly towards them
  • They slightly cowarded at the look she was giving them as Jaehee spoke in a firm, commanding voice
  • “If you want to speak like that to the people working here then you will never be welcome back to this place. MC is the owner of this cafe and I would not tolerate your harsh words towards her, now pick your bags up and leave this instance” 
  • MC could tell Jaehee was holding back and when the group scurried over to the door, one gave them a look before sticking their tongue out and walking away
  • Jaehee’s glasses broke as she strated marching, wanting to judo them into oblivion
  • MC grabbed her wrist to stop her and kissed her cheek
  • “Thank you for saving me”
  • “Of course, MC. I would never let them do anything to you”
  • The next following days, Jaehee had been watching each and every customer MC served like a hawk
  • And everytime there was someone remotely rude to her she was sure to come and give them a piece of their mind

SEVEN:

  • They were at at disneyland celebrating their anniversary
  • MC loved the fact that Seven really does go out of his way when he really wants to
  • He was supposed to be working on something important but told her he would come on a condition that she would let him work sometime of the day while they were there
  • MC agreed because she understood the weight of his task 
  • So here they are, hand in hand struting along
  • They were having fun, playing games and riding different kinds of rides
  • MC loved taking pictures with the mascots
  • She especially loved taking pictures with mickey
  • He was actually very… clingy
  • But MC being oblivious paid no mind
  • He would link his arm around hers and they would walk together
  • Seven could almost feel the smirk behind the mask
  • They both kind of fought for MC
  • Mickey stayed with them for a duration of time and he would actually hold her hand
  • MC thought it was super cute 
  • Seven then decided to grab her other hand and kiss it, making her laugh by cracking some jokes
  • Then mickey bent down a bit and pointed at his cheek
  • MC kissed it
  • “That damn mouse, what is he doing with my girlfriend”
  • Seven then tried to drag her along to come to  another place but mickey came along with them, often dancing and getting cheek kisses from MC
  • Seven was fuming
  • He gave mickey the harshest glare he could muster and dragged MC away from him for good this time
  • Mickey created sad gestures as he skipped away
  • Seven breathed in relief
  • They spent a good amount of time after that until Seven told her he needed to work with the guilt on his face
  • MC gave his hand a little squeeze “It’s completely fine, I’m just going to play with the arcades here”
  • So Seven found a secluded place to stay and work but can’t help but feel something wrong at the back of his mind
  • After enconding some things, he got up to look for her
  • And lo and behold again it was mickey standing by her
  • This time with his mask off so he could see the man behind it
  • They were laughing as Seven came up to them and gripped her waist
  • Spinning her around he gave her a deep kiss
  • They were practicically were making out in front of mickey
  • He got so embarassed and apologized as he walked away
  • That’s right you mouse, get away from me my love 
  • “Seven! what are you doing!” MC asked in shock with her cheeks tinted red
  • He gave her a little peck on the lips 
  • “Just needed to show him who you belong to, I’ve always like goofy more than him anyways”

SAERAN:

  • They were strolling by the bay, a little getaway for them
  • Saeyoung suggested an outing with just the three of them
  • Saeran was reluctant but the fact that MC would be there coaxed him into it
  • I mean he probably wouldn’t allow MC and Saeyoung to be alone
  • So here they are at a secluded bay Saeyoung found
  • Seyoung was back in their little campsite to give them some privacy because cmon he only wanted to have this outing to play cupid
  • So MC and Saeran walked, fingers brushing against the other
  • His cheeks were tinted a light pink because of their proximity
  • But when MC moved away Saeran slightly grumbled
  • She only stood atop of the mini wall that seperates the ground from the sea
  • Easy to fall over to the other side 
  • Saeran’s eyes widened a fraction 
  • “You idiot, get down”
  • MC pouted
  • “Aw why are you such a meanie, Saeran. Killing the fun”
  • “I”m not killing the fun, i’m serious get down from there”
  • “Get down from where? I can’t hear you”
  • She made faces and giggled 
  • As she was laughing, her footing stumbled and she shrieked as she was wobbling to get her balance
  • Saeran’s face darkened as he quickly got to her and yanked on her arm, pulling her and crashing unto him, making them both fall down
  • Saeran was hugging MC close to him, his heart racing at what could have been
  • MC was still in a state of shock and thought Saeran was mad at her
  • But when she found the gentle caress of his hands trembling, that’s when she knew he was terrified
  • “G-God MC you” His voice was laced with worry
  • MC bashfully faced him and looked down where she was fiddling with his shirt
  • “I’m sorry”
  • “You better be sorry. Look what could have happened if I didn’t!- You could have- Ugh” 
  • Saeran tightly held her in his arms again
  • “I don’t want to lose you”
  • MC held him tighter
  • “You won’t, I promise”
8

doctor who meme  one of ten episodes

( 2.01 ) new earth —  “It’s a new subspecies, Cassandra; a brand new form of life! New humans — look at ‘em, look! Grown by cats, kept in the dark, fed by tubes, but completely, completely alive! You can’t deny them, ‘cause you helped create them! The human race just keeps on going, keeps on changing. Life without! Ha!”

I Hate That I Love You

Kang Daniel is your all-time enemy, your #1 rival. It’s not uncommon for the two of you to start dueling during class, but when Slughorn assigns the two of you to make Amortentia during detention, some interesting things develop.
-harry potter au
-enemies to lovers
-gryffindor daniel and slytherin reader
-for anon who requested enemies to lovers gryf!daniel and slytherin!reader

+

“Does anyone know the key characteristic of the Snuffling Potion?” Professor Slughorn asked the class. You traded glances with your best friend, smirking from your seat at the back of the class. All the Gryffindors were sitting at the front, their hands shooting up, while the Slytherins occupied the back seats. “Yes, Kang Daniel?”

“The Snuffling Potion is known for its peppery scent,” Daniel replied confidently. You shot your best friend a smug look.

“Not quite, Daniel,” Slughorn looked at the class, “anyone else?”

“Clear smoke, professor,” you drawled from the back of the classroom. In his seat, Daniel twisted to send you a glare. You just winked back at him, and his cheeks turned bright red, Daniel spinning back to face the professor.

“Very good, (y/n), though I’d like it if you raised your hand next time,” Professor Slughorn beamed, turning to the chalkboard behind him as he flicked his wand. A piece of chalk lifted, lazily scrawling the instructions for the Snuffling Potion on the board. “We’ll begin brewing this today, it’s due on Friday. I expect one clean vial from each group, and please don’t turn it in late.”

“I can go get the ingredients,” you told your best friend, who nodded, pulling her own textbook out onto the desk and flipping to the correct page.

“First we need cayenne pepper, distilled water, lacewing flies and baneberry,” your friend informed you, and you nodded, heading back to the storage room where all the ingredients were.

As you reached for the baneberry, you heard someone else enter the room.

“Where do you get off on being such a know-it-all?” Kang Daniel asked, sneering at you. You rolled your eyes.

“At least I know something,” you retorted, “you’re shit in potions. It’s kind of funny, actually. Mr. Golden Boy, the pride of the Gryffindor House, can’t even make a basic Pepper-Up Potion.”

Daniel bristled at that, “I can too make a Pepper-Up Potion. Besides, at least I don’t flop in Transfiguration.”

“Oh please,” you scoffed, “I do fine in Transfiguration. It’s your Potions that needs work. Didn’t you set fire to your cauldron just last week?”

“As if,” Daniel rolled his eyes, “You’re so childish, I swear.”

“Did I ask you for your input?” you snapped back, pulling out your wand, “I swear, just seeing your ugly face makes me want to hex you.”

Daniel smirked, “that’s not what Jennie was saying last night, though.” Jennie was one of your dorm mates, and extremely sweet.

“Oh, shut the hell up,” you snapped, flicking your wand at him, “anteoculatia!” You snorted as antlers began growing out of Daniel’s head, only to jump as he blasted water at you from his wand, knocking over the jars of ingredients behind you.

“Avis Oppugno!” You waved your wand again, sending a flock of birds after Daniel, who shooed them away. The two of you began full-on dueling, shooting jinxes and hexes at each other as quickly as you could.

“Students!” Slughorn shouted over the ruckus of glass falling, Daniel in the middle of casting a particularly nasty Bat-Boogey Hex. “STUDENTS!”

You stopped casting, wand still raised at Daniel, him the same. You may have hated the guy, but he was quick with his wand, meeting you spell-for-spell.

“Students, Gryffindors and Slytherins are supposed to be getting along, not dueling in supply closets,” Slughorn said, voice condescending as he tsk’ed at the two of you. You rolled your eyes at your head-of-house.

“Prof, this has nothing to do with him being a Gryffindor,” you replied, crossing your arms after tucking your wand away, “Gryffindors are fine, but Daniel’s irritating, annoying, ugly, rude and disgusting.”

“Yeah?” Daniel snapped, “well, no one likes you.”

“Uh, I’m pretty sure your best friend Seongwoo asked me on a date last weekend,” you retorted, drawing your wand out again.

“Okay, okay, kids,” Slughorn said, raising his arms in an attempt to diffuse the situation, “let’s get back to your seats. You two will report for detention with me tonight, and ten points from Gryffindor and Slytherin each for causing a disturtabnce in class. Let’s go, get back to work.”

The other students meandered back to their seats, and the spectacle of (y/n) and Daniel, famed rivals, fighting was over.

“This was your fault,” you muttered to Daniel, collecting your lacewing flies quickly.

“Maybe if you weren’t so irritable, this wouldn’t have started,” Daniel hissed back. You just glared at him, taking your seat next to your best friend with a huff.

“So, dentention with Kang Daniel, huh?” Your best friend asked as she began boiling the water, wiggling her eyebrows at you, “I would kill for time alone with him, to be honest.”

“That’s disgusting,” you retorted, carefully chopping up the cayenne pepper, “he’s so irritating, I swear.”

“You know, he’s actually really cute,” she mused, leaning over to stare at the broad-shouldered Gryffindor, “his hair is so soft, and those muscles… what a dream.”

You wrinkled your nose at her, “he’s obnoxious and rude.” You huffed, “that’s not cute.”

“I mean, objectively speaking,” she protested, “like, the dude’s hot, you can’t deny that.”

You shrugged, “I guess objectively speaking yeah, but he’s still an asshole—all the good looks in the world wouldn’t negate that.”

“Well, try not to kill each other during detention,” she joked, stirring the cauldron a bit. You just hummed in response, not wanting to think about that night.
+
“You two will be testing out a new Potion that I’m planning on teaching the seventh-years,” Slughorn announced once the two of you were sitting in his classroom, Daniel at one desk and you far behind him.

“Professor, are you sure we should be doing seventh-year potions work?” Daniel asked in concern, “don’t you think that’s a little advanced.”

“Yeah, professor,” you began, “I mean, I know I’m gonna be fine, but you know,” your voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, “Daniel’s a bit challenged in the Potions department, I’m not sure he’s up for the challenge.”

“Shut up,” Daniel snapped, rolling his eyes, “I’m just saying, we’re not seventh-years. I’ll be fine.”

“Very well,” Slughorn beamed, “here’s the instructions. You’ll be brewing a modified Amortentia; they say it provides the scent of your one true love, but some people are skeptical about the brewing method. You’ll be testing it.”

“Right,” you wrinkled your nose, scanning the blackboard. When you’d made Amortentia before for Potions, you’d smelled warm pumpkin, salty ocean mist, fragrant lavender and sweet vanilla.

“I can collect the ingredients, you can prepare the cauldron,” Daniel muttered, heading to the storage room. Slughorn had left the two of you, and you were slightly questioning his teaching abilities in that moment, but decided to overlook it in favor of selecting a caldron and filling it with water.

The two of you worked silently, coming to a mutual, unspoken agreement to just brew the potion and get done with it. The agreement worked fairly well, save for a couple of times when you bumped into each other.

“Okay, after giving it three counterclockwise stirs, it should be done,” Daniel said, reading from the blackboard, “and it’ll release puffs of steam that give off its signature aroma.”

“Thanks, Einstein, but I can read,” you drawled, still doing as you were told. A glistening, almost holographic steam rose from the surface of the pale pink potion, wafting over your senses. Sure enough, there was the scent—pumpkin, the ocean, lavender, and vanilla. It was an interesting combination of scents, but not one that you hated.

“So, you gonna tell me?” Daniel asked with a cocky grin.

“Tell you what,” you asked with a frown, waving your wand to siphon the successful potion into a vial.

“What you smell, of course,” he replied, crossing his arms over his bright maroon Gryffindor sweatshirt.

“Like hell I will,” you retorted with a snort, carefully corking the bottle. “In your dreams, asshole.”

“Sorry, I don’t dream about snakes,” Daniel replied smoothly, making you glance over at him sharply.

“I’m not going to hex you for that comment solely because I don’t want another detention with you,” you snapped, stalking out of the classroom.

“Oh please, you wouldn’t be able to hex me, short stuff” Daniel shot back smugly, looking down at you.

“You shouldn’t have said that,” you hissed, yanking your wand out.

And that’s how Slughorn returned to a ruined classroom, desks overturned and glass broken. Your potion had been caught in the action, completely ruined.

“Another detention tomorrow night,” Slughorn said firmly, “I have no way of knowing if it actually worked, since you turkeys have gone and ruined this lot.”

“This was your fault,” you grumbled to Daniel as the two of you left the classroom.

“I’m not playing this game, (y/n),” Daniel sing-songed, heading up the stairs towards the Gryffindor Tower, “but you totally started it.”

“Yah—“ You began, pulling out your wand, only for Daniel to snicker, hurrying up the stairs. “Ah, what an idiot.” You grumbled after him, frowning before heading to the Slytherin dungeons.

+
“You brew the potion this time,” you informed Daniel as you settled into the Potions classroom, the cauldron waiting in front of the two of you. Slughorn had left as soon as you’d gotten there, leaving the two of you to recreate the potion.

“What? Why?” Daniel whined, pouting at you. You just rolled your eyes in response.

“Look buddy, I brewed it last night,” you replied, patting the side of the cauldron, “it’s your turn to stir clockwise twenty times. I’ll go grab the ingredients.”

The two of you got to work in silence, you handing Daniel the ingredients when he needed them. You were in the back room rummaging around for the ashwinder eggs when you heard a loud boom, followed by the sound of metal clattering.

Hurrying out to the main classroom, you found Daniel looking back at you with wide eyes, the cauldron in front of him billowing smoke at an alarming rate.

“Aguamenti!” you waved your hand at the cauldron, extinguishing the flames that had been licking at the metal before hurrying over. “God, what happened? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I stirred too many times,” Daniel replied sheepishly. You inspected the cauldron, only to begin coughing at the heavy smoke still coming from it.

“We still have time to remake it,” you said with a resigned voice, not looking forward to spending the whole night remaking a potion for detention. “I don’t want to have another night of detention, I have an essay for History of Magic Due.”

“Sorry,” Daniel said sheepishly, cheeks a bit pink as he rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. “I can—“

“No,” you cut him off, “I’m brewing this time. Just get me all the ingredients, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Daniel nodded, hurrying to the back storage room. He deposited the initial ingredients on the desk next to you, frowning at his mistake still. “Hey, if you’re okay with it, I’m gonna head to my dorm and bring some of these candles that I have?”

You turned to Daniel, “candles?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he replied, clearly embarrassed, “Park Woojin has this habit of setting his bed curtains on fire while he’s sleeping, so I keep these scented candles around to make the smell go away.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” you waved him off, not really wanting Daniel around anyways in case he fucked up the Potion—again. “Just don’t let Slughorn see that you’re not there.”

Daniel nodded before disappearing, and you turned your focus back to the potion, carefully following the directions like you had the night before. You carefully stirred the liquid, peering inside the cauldron before adding the rose thorns and powdered moondust.

“I got them,” Daniel burst into the classroom again, setting the candles down and flicking his wand to light them. You nodded, not really paying attention to him. You began absentmindedly playing with your robe, picking at a loose thread. The potion was almost complete—it just needed to finish brewing, and then after the final three stirs, it would be done.

As you tried tugging on the thread from your robe, your nose twitched, the scents of pumpkin, ocean, lavender and vanilla washing over you.

“Oh? You stirred it?” You asked, a bit peeved that Daniel had stirred the potion, but mostly glad that it was finally done.

“Hm?” Daniel asked, glancing up from the candles that he’d been looking at. You froze, the situation adding up. Four candles sat in front of Daniel—one orange one, one blue one, one purple one, and one white one. Pumpkin, ocean, lavender and vanilla. Daniel’s candles.

“N-nothing!” You exclaimed, cheeks heating up as you hurried to give the potion the final three stirs.

“Wait, (y/n), are you okay?” Daniel asked, getting up as you rushed to take the cauldron off the fire, using your wand to get the potion into a clean vial.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you replied hurriedly, just wanting to get away from the whole situation. No way was Kang Daniel your soulmate.

“(y/n), really,” Daniel replied, “if you’re mad that I messed the potion up earlier, I really am sorry, I can help you with that essay if you—“

“No, it’s good,” you rushed, shoving your things into your bookbag. “I’ll see you.” With that, you raced out of the classroom, clutching your heart as you hurried to the Slytherin dorms.

+
“(y/n), what’s going on?” Your best friend eyed you suspiciously.

“Nothing, I swear,” you whispered back, trying to copy the notes from the board. Professor McGonagall focused her intense glare at the two of you, turning away when she was satisfied that you weren’t talking.

“You’ve been acting weird for a week now,” she hissed back, “ever since your detention with Daniel. Something happened, and you’re not telling me.”

“No, I swear,” you shook your head, “nothing happened. I’d tell you if something did.” You were good at lying—after all, you weren’t in Slytherin for nothing—but she saw right through it.

“Fine, if you don’t want to tell me, I’ll respect that,” she shrugged, “but I know something happened.”

“Nothing happened,” you groaned.

“Ladies!” McGonagall snapped, glaring at the two of you, “when I am teaching, you are taking notes, not whispering.”

“Yes, Professor,” the two of you chorused. As you turned back to your parchment, you noticed Daniel peering at your curiously from the corner of your eye.

After class, you shoved your things into your backpack, eager to get to the Great Hall for lunch.

“Hey, (y/n),” Daniel called as you exited the classroom, your best friend giving you A Look. “Can I talk with you real quick?”

You sighed, spinning to face him. The corridor was soon clear, all the students rushing to get lunch.

“What, Daniel?” you asked with a frown, crossing your arms.

“I was just wondering…” he began, cheeks a bit pink, “I was wondering if everything is okay? You’ve been acting really weird ever since detention, and I wasn’t sure if I did something to make you upset or angry.”

You huffed, “no, Daniel, for once, it wasn’t you that made my life miserable.”

Daniel frowned at that, “so something is up? Are you okay?”

You groaned internally, “it’s fine, Daniel, just leave it.”

“No, seriously,” Daniel pressed, “if you need help with something, I can help you. Was it the History of Magic paper? I’m pretty good at History of Magic, and I know Pro—“

“You’re my fucking soulmate, Daniel,” you snapped, unable to keep listening to him babble on and on, “you’re my fucking soulmate and I had to discover this in fucking detention because you don’t understand the basic concept of stirring a fucking cauldron. So no, you can’t help me.”

You stormed off, ignoring Daniel’s calls after you. All you wanted was to sit and eat lunch with your friends, not deal with all this romance stuff. It was stupid and a waste of your time.

The next couple of days were chaotic for you. As much as you wanted to ignore the fact that you were meant to spend the rest of your life with Daniel, you couldn’t help but think—what if? Suddenly, all the classes you had with him were a chance for your heart to speed up instead of your temper to explode. The quips you traded with him turned into averted gazes and pink cheeks, and even your classmates started to notice the awkward atmosphere around the two of you.

Soon, two weeks had passed since your outburst with Daniel. Your friends had picked up on the obvious tension between the two of you, but opted not to say anything.

“Hey, (y/n)?” Lee Woojin, a small Hufflepuff, approached where you and your friends were sitting in the library, studying for a test coming up.

“Yeah?” You asked, smiling at the adorable Hufflepuff.

“Professor Slughorn wanted to see you,” Woojin relayed nervously, playing with his fingers.

“Thanks for letting me know,” you replied, smiling at him, “I’ll be back soon.”

“See you!” Your friends responded as you left the table, hurrying in the direction of the Potions classroom.

When you entered, you frowned at the empty room, poking your head into the supply closet and then Slughorn’s office.

“(y/n),” you heard someone say, and your blood ran cold.

“No, no, no, I’m not doing this,” you chanted, hurrying towards the door.

“(y/n), please,” Daniel said quietly, reaching out to grab your wrist. “Please, can we just talk?”

You turned slowly to face him, heart speeding up a bit. “Fine. Talk,” you waved your hand, motioning for him to begin, “I’ll give you a minute.”

Daniel ran a hand through his messy hair, and you noticed how tired and ragged he looked, “(y/n), look, I’ve been thinking a lot about this. A lot about what happened, a lot about, you know, us.”

“Get to your point, Daniel,” you snapped, “you’ve got 45 seconds.”

“Give us a shot,” he said, getting right to the point, “if the universe thinks that we belong together, don’t we owe it to the fates to at least try?”

“Daniel, why the hell would I try and date someone who’s been teasing me for years?” You snapped, glaring up at him.

“Because I know there’s something there,” he said, getting closer to you. You stepped back, and your back hit the stone wall of the dungeon. “I know that you’ve noticed it, and you know what they say—love and hate are only a step away.”

“And who’s saying I’m willing to take that step?” You challenged, looking up at him defiantly.

“Just do this one thing for me, and if you’re still not willing, I’ll stop,” Daniel said, dangerously quiet. You then noticed how close he was to you, breath fanning over your face. Then suddenly, Daniel’s lips were on yours.

You responded, tilting your head as you reached up, tangling your hand in the small hairs at the nape of his neck. The kiss deepened, and you felt butterflies in your stomach as he pulled away breathlessly, pushing the hair away from your face.

“Willing to take the step now?” He asked with a smirk, and you just sighed, trying to catch your breath.

“Don’t let it get to your head, Kang Daniel,” you replied, before pulling his tie down to kiss him again.

Angered Beasts (Hound x Reader)

Originally posted by sandor-clegane-appspot

(Gif credit to owner)

Fandom: Game of Thrones

Character: Sandor Clegane 

Persona: Female

Word Count: 618

Request: Hi can I request a drabble where the reader is one of joffreys playthings, like sansa is, and she runs into the hound after a beating? Something a little fluffy, please x

Warning: Mentions of violence and slight blood 

A/N - <3


The soles of your shoes echoed down the empty corridor as you ran from the throne room, it was loud enough to drown out your hushed sobs.

Joffrey had hit you again for no other reason than he was bored. He was a cruel, violent monster. Humiliated once again in a court full of people meant to be your equals, yet Joffrey had you kneeled on the ground like an animal while he hurled abuse at you. 

He had struck you with his left hand which adorned at least a metal ring on each finger; it had marked your temple with an impression of each piece of jewellry making quite a bloody mess. Your small hands were clutched over the wound as you raced away, too caught up in your thoughts to notice the Hound storming his way up the opposite end of the corridor.

The Hound had clocked onto you, you had yet to see him. He didn’t bother to move out of the way unfortunately for you. You ran right into his chest, hitting your head on his metal armor, he didn’t feel a thing, the same couldn’t be said for you.

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@chibisashimi requested: “a pretty, frothy Sense and Sensibility type fake movie staring Nicole Beharie, Chadwick Boseman, Gina Torres and Lawrence Fishburne.”

The music that came up: Postmodern Jukebox’s cover of Rhianna’s We Found Love

Yellow Diamonds -- When Lord Willoughby dies quite suddenly of a fever, the estate is set into an uproar.  His only two sons, Arthur and Fredrick (Fishburne and Boseman), had a falling out with the family ten years ago and have not been home since.  Rumors have swirled since they day they left – of the great tragedy that caused the family to scatter to the winds, of fathers betrayed and sons disowned – but no one has ever been able to confirm the truth of it all.

Now both of the prodigal sons must return home – each having made something of themselves, each having married, each having reason to think their claim on the estate is stronger than the other.  Their first meeting ends most unfortunately with raised voices and ugly recriminations.

Now their wives – Isobella (Torres), a naturalist who would rather spend time with her flowers and bees than at balls, and Beatrice (Beharie), the daughter of a Carribean governor whose fiery pen is well-known, even in these country hills – must forge a friendship and find a way to bring their newfound family  together, to bring old secrets to light, and to put old jealousies to rest.

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I’m writing fanworks for black characters every day this month.  Check out the original post and please, request and prompt!

Some Things from Chapter 3:

This is both a list and my personal thoughts on Ch. 3 and relating subjects. - Em


BOY OH BOY do I have some thoughts. Let’s jump into it! I apologize ahead of time for there being so much information here. It’s just all fresh on my mind at the moment and I don’t have a lot of time at a desktop computer this afternoon.

     1. The Jim & Jim Show. “Demons within us… Demons without (us)?” as I mentioned in a previous post. This seems to very much tie into Celine’s arrival, as she is a Seer/psychic/what have you. Jim also mentions “Feeling” spirits “Working up a storm here”.

     2. Damien, the Mayor, sort of shows up abruptly behind everyone, but that’s probably not a huge cause for concern. Just thought I’d mention it.

     3. Despite my first thoughts on the pictures from Ch. 2 (that Damien and Colonel might not have liked Celine very much), I could see that it wasn’t the case at all. In fact, both the Colonel and Damien seem to trust her without pause, and Damien especially cares about her well-being. He makes a point to protect her, shall we say, even though Us the viewer are also his friend. Am I seeing love, or leftover feelings? Not sure.

     4. Celine mentions “Forces beyond our control”, and the first thing I thought was, “Control of the ‘demons’ within us (or, say, Damien? The Colonel?)”. Again, I’m not certain, but it’s worth mentioning.

     5. I thought “communing with the dead” could be a rouse. I might be looking through rose-colored, #MarkLives glasses here, but nothing is off the table just yet! I will point out, as I did in another earlier post, that Mark may actually be dead, and he simply knew it was coming, but again - this is speculation at best.

     6. The Colonel chose not to speak about us at the table. Why? Also, why was Damien not shown until Celine got up to leave? To me, the latter question is further evidence of how much he cares for her. The Colonel was protective of Celine as well at the table.

     7. The Detective is going to especially watch himself, *suggestive eyebrows*? I feel like he’s trying to tell us something.

     8. Celine tells us we are playing a “Far greater part”, and that there is something much bigger happening beneath Mark’s death. She also states that she has never liked the Mansion, and my first thought there was that something in the Mansion is messed up. The Groundskeeper, George, never once set foot in there for 15 years. I have to wonder if this story is a backstory for Mark’s Egos, and that the mansion has something to do with it. “Dark forces surrounding the manor” and all.

     9. The visions we have with Celine seem to favor the Colonel, as well as emphasizing “keeping our enemies close”, the Detective’s line from Ch. 2.

     10. The Colonel disappeared to his room shortly after the table scene. Supposedly, he went to bed. Not sure what that means, considering he has the tendency to pop up out of nowhere when he pleases – but this is starting to feel like whatever is happening is for a reason, and that whatever “dark forces” Celine mentioned are very much playing a hand in what’s happening here.

     11. I found it odd that anytime George, the Groundskeeper, said “Murders”, there as no lightning. Again, he has not stepped foot in the mansion for 15 years, furthering my belief that whatever is going on in the house is much stronger than I previously thought, and that the house itself is causing something to happen to everyone. Or, specifically.. Damien and the Colonel, involving some others in whatever is going on.

     12. George mentioned one thing that would bring him into the house. One thing. That obviously happened, the lightning was bigger than ever before, and the red/blue that is synonymous with Darkiplier reared its ugly head. I noticed Celine and Damien went into the room she and We were in just before, and closed the door – she may have held another seance with him, which one might assume finally unlocked “demons” - or, to be blunt, Egos. Bad ones, like Darkie and Warfstache… But that all feels so obvious.

EDIT: I need to add #13 here. I remembered the pen scratching noise from the audio clip when we drew the picture in Ch. 3, and thought it may be tied to the thumbnail images on each video – first with Mark’s eyes scratched off, then Colonel’s, and now Celine’s. I feel Narrator/Host vibes (are they the same..? I’m not sure), as he does play into the theme of writing and eyeballs. Pure speculation there, though.


I’d love to know everyone’s thoughts!

anonymous asked:

Hey Mom, can someone be a member of the LGBTQ+ Community but not an ally? I think I heard about gay or bi or something like that people who think that asexual doesn't exist or something. I just don't quiet understand that!

My dear lgbt+ kid, 

Sadly, some lgbt+ people want to exclude certain identities from the community. 

Sometimes this is due to a misguided fear of “straight/cis people stealing safe spaces”. Most often, they’re simply ignorant and hateful people. 

Simply put: Just like some straight/cis people are horrible people, some lgbt+ people are horrible people, too. Just like some lgbt+ people are racist or ableist, some lgbt+ people are also transphobic, aphobic, biphobic… 

Humans seem to have the tendency to hate people who are different. And since the lgbt+ community is a very diverse group of people, there are always people in it who are unlike each other. That (sadly) causes tension. 

I don’t understand it either, my dear. It’s not understandable. Diversity should be celebrated, not hated. 

While this all may make you feel hopeless, please do not give up hope. Hateful people tend to scream the loudest but that does not mean they’re the majority. 

For every awful lgbt+ person, there are countless ones who are sweet and lovely and good and full of warmth and light. Especially online, you may read ugly things - but that does not reflect our community as a whole. 

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Mom 

Caught Up (steve rogers drabble)

Originally posted by bluebrooklynkid

Summary: a day of baking turns into a day of hiding from the government.

Word Count: 700

Warnings: a few swears, a smidgen of fluff if you squint, a worried Steve


A knock came at your apartment door as you were whistling a soft tune, placing a fresh warm tray of cookies on your counter. You don’t know what you were expecting in front of your door- but a beaten and battered Steve Rogers wasn’t in the top three thoughts, that’s for certain.

“Steve-” you cut off as he pushed passed you and marched in, gun pointed out in front of him, eyes alert with alarm.

“Are you alone?” He demanded, still swiping his gun from side to side.

“Steve, what the fuck is going on?” You called out, hot on his heels as he walked into your bedroom, tearing into your closet, throwing clothes off the hangers frantically.

“You’re being watched by the government.” He mumbled, hardly above a whisper, had you been another foot behind him, you never would have caught it. He proceeded to swipe along the shelf in your closet before cruising under his breath and strutting over to the bedside table and examine the drawer.

“Excuse me?” You gripped onto his broad shoulder and forced him to face you as he was crouched on the floor, one hand inside the drawer, annoyed expression plastered to his face.

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girl-of-tao  asked:

Can I ask why you love Jason so much? I know you love Horror but what was it about Jason that made him your idol and favorite :D

Okay my main thing Why i love Jason is this I just feel so Sympathetic towards Jason cause he was bullied as well. Kids made fun of me and beat me up for being fat and having an “ugly” face and always made me like complete shit as welll. Also I love Masks and Jasons is iconic 

Originally posted by bewarethehorrorblog

BUT Like literally think about Jason’s Background 

he was this poor mentally handicapped boy born with a hydro-cephalic head which made me him deformed. He didnt do any serial killer shit like killing animals or other kids in his neighborhood (Freddy and Michael Im lookin at you) he was just a poor kid 

and THE ONLY ONE to ever show him any Love, kindess and compassion was his mother

His bumass father Elias Voorhees left him with his mom and she loved him like any mother should love their child. But she has to work to make sure Jason can have a good life and to pay the bills so she becomes a cook at Camp Crystal Lake where she has to take Jason with her and because of Jason’s appearance he was a very shy boy and the councilors dont care they were off Fuckin each other and so the other kids at Camp were fucking HORRIBLE TO JASON calling him Freak Show FREAK SHOW

and he was DOING NOTHING TO NOBODY WANTING TO BE ALONE!!! and then the fuckers push him in the Lake and it appears he drowns

Originally posted by love-voodoo

And so his mother finds out and like any mother would she is DEVASTED. That her son is “dead” but he didnt die he floats up on shore and makes his way back home. and his Mother has gone on a Killing Spree and snapped because the camp councilors let her boy, her pride and joy die and then she’s killed by one of the camp councilors protecting themselves. 

Originally posted by absurdnoise

and So Jason makes his way back and see’s his mother be beheaded.

THE ONLY ONE WHO WAS EVER KIND, LOVING, and PROTECTIVE of JASON and now she’s just a Decapitated head. So Jason is HEART BROKEN and Mentally snaps 

and starts training in the Woods and becomes a Badass Wood Rambo and Hunts the bitch down


Originally posted by cocaine-heartcore

And then he goes home to mind his own goddamn business and fuckin Councilors and people he associates with letting him drown and letting his mother die are there so He kills them in a Rage. And then People still go to his Damn Home when they know theres a Psycho up there

Like how would you feel if you were at home and a bunch of teenagers came in Smoking pot, Banging each other and just trashing your house. You’d be pissed off

And now (excluding Friday the 13th Part 8 I have a WHOOOLE theory on that)

He just minds his own business and chills in the woods as an angry person. He doesnt go Hunting for folks like Freddy or Leatherface he just wants to be left alone and if you come into his territory its YOO Ass

Westerberg Team Building Exercise
  • Therapist: Okay, people. The best way to understand a classmate, or a co-worker, is by "stepping" into their shoes.
  • Heather C: But I'm a dainty size three and Heather McNamara has the feet of a Sasquatch!
  • Heather M: He means we act like someone else to see their point of view. For example, I'll be you. *snaps* "Mint me, Candy Girl! Even though you're busy, forget the other customers, 'cause I'm more important! Haha, YAY ME!"
  • Heather C: (as Heather M) "Sorry, Heather. I can't right now because I have to tell you a really boring story about one of my weird relatives. Do me a favor and pretend to listen, would you? While I go on and on and on wearing my REALLY UGLY CLOTHES!!!"
  • Heather D: (as Heather M) "Oh and let's not forget: Now that I'm back from saving the penguins, I want everyone to drop what they're doing and do it the way that I want it!"
  • Martha: (as Heather D) "And I'm Heather Duke! I'm gonna make you do what I say 'cause I'm tough and can crush you like a grape!" *Heather D glares* I was talking about another Heather Duke....
  • Heather D: Uh huh.
  • Veronica: Oh, I'll do Miss Flemming! (as Miss Flemming) "Well... *messes with hair* I suppoooose I could get you to finish dinner in time to see Veronica Sawyer's show, but that would mean working haaaard...."
  • JD: *stands up excitedly* "Coach Ripper! Coach Ripper! Can I take this thing that's working perfectly well and do some convoluted thing to it until it breaks?!" *giggles*
  • Veronica: JD, I don't think you're supposed to do yourself.
  • JD: Oh, I thought I was being Kurt..... *sits down*
  • Coach Ripper: No, no, no. Kurt's more like this, "OHHHH COACH RIPPERRRRR! OH CAN I HAVE THE DAY OFF 'CAUSE MY CHIIIICKEN HAD CHIIIICKEN POX! DID I MENTION THE FACT THAT I HAVE A CHIIIICKEN?!?!" *Kurt stands angrily*
  • Kurt: (as Coach Ripper) "Ohhhhh, very wellllll...... GOOD LUCK WITH THAT! You do that while I just sit in my office talking to my MOMMMY!"
  • *everyone starts fighting*

mykie-doll  asked:

RFAs reaction to MC who always wears heelies

A/N: I’ve never worn heelies ;~; ~ Admin 626

*YOOSUNG
-WOAH MC YOU CAN WALK WITHOUT MOVING YOUR FEET
-He thought they were really cool!!!
-That is, until one day you literally took off after the ice cream truck
-He couldn’t catch up!!! What if you tripped and got hurt!!! MC!!!
- literally starts saving up for a pair of his own

*JUMIN
-Came home to his maid wiping some tire marks off the floor??
-What the fuck has tires in his penthouse?
-When you come zooming around the corner with a string and Elizabeth the Third trailing you at high speed, it made sense
-MC that’s not professional stop it
-He does think it’s cute when you grab onto his arm and skate along side him when the two of you need to get somewhere in a hurry cause of his long ass legs you cant keep up

*SAEYOUNG
-HEELYS TO ESCAPE FEELYS
-YA BOY HAS 7 DIFFERENT PAIRS
-The two of you Heely literally everywhere
-Also like to prank each other and hide the others wheels
-”LOOK AT THESE ONES MC” “Those are ugly though” “DO IT FOR THE MEME”

*SAERAN
-god daMMIT
-WHY
-You and his brother have to wear those damn shoes ALL THE TIME
-STOP SKATING AWAY WHEN HE’S TRYING TO TALK TO THE TWO OF YOU, ASSHOLES
-Gets a pair just so he can have competitions with you and his brother
*ZEN

- “mC WHAT ARE THOSE THEY’RE UGLY”
- “WAIT COME BACK DON’T SKATE AWAY FROM ME”

- obviously he isn’t the biggest fan bc every time you get into an argument you roll away???
- hell, u roll away from him when he tries to kiss just to diss him
- he’s so petty that he will take those wheels right outta ur shoes, don’t even doubt it

*JAEHEE
- your heelies look like so much fun to wear that she actually steals them???
- she LOVES wear them to work because she can roll around serving customers instead of walking
- Jaehee is actually a lazy booty confirmed
- she has to stop wearing them when one day she somehow managed to lose control and she skated through a glass door

*V
- he never sees you in them??? Hahacauseheblind He doesn’t know you have them for the longest time???
- he did think you walked really fast but he never questioned it
- after his surgery, he sees you roll into his room???
- “whAT ARE THOSE MAGNIFICENT SHOES??”
- he finds out he loves taking photos while skating away omg
- yOU HAVE MADE A MONSTER MC

(D) Anger

Requested.
Who: Tom Holland
Quote: And then I think that maybe I was designed to be alone.
{I seriously feel like this is not Tom at all but this is the only direction I could go}

[Y/N] had never been the jealous type until she started dating Tom. Any of the other boys she had dated, she never minded if they hung out with their girl friends. Because she’d hang out with her guy friends and not think anything of it. But, when she saw Tom with other girls, it made her blood boil and her body becoming a home to the ugly green monster. 

It would cause fights. The kind of fights where glass would be shattering and tables would be flipped over. It was a toxic kind of relationship. But it was so toxic that they didn’t even realize that it was slowly killing both of them inside. No one other than the two of them knew about their ugly fights. Tom never told Harrison and [Y/N] never told [Best Friend]. It was a terrible secret the two of them kept because neither of them wanted to admit that they could get so hateful. 

So, here they were. In the middle of [Y/N]’s living room, with the coffee table splintering from the day’s fight over Tom flirting with a random girl during an interview. [Y/N] could have broken her phone in two when she watched the clip of him touching her shoulder and hugging her throughout the short thirty seconds. 

“I swear you are the only person who brings this side of me out.” Tom growled, he was heated. Never would he ever deliberately try to hurt or upset [Y/N] in any way when he wasn’t with her. It was who he was. He was a friendly guy with a loving side. Everything he did was absolutely unintentional. 

“What a shame,” she spat. “Then maybe these girls wouldn’t throw themselves at you if they knew how you can get.” 

“Bloody fucking hell, [Y/N].” Tom raked both his hands through his hair, “You’re pissed all to hell because of me hugging someone. Do you not hear yourself?” Squinting his eyes, his voice got deeper as the anger fueled his words. “Do you not hear how ridiculous you sound? You’re on a whole different level when it comes to being a jealous girlfriend.” 

[Y/N] was fuming, stepping over the broken coffee table, she poked his chest, hard. “And how the hell would you feel if I was hugging and touching up on a random guy, Tom? You’d be pissed too.” 

Firmly grabbing her shoulders, he gently put space in between them. Tom would never lay a hand on her but he didn’t want risk her going into a blind rage. They had both seen each other’s demons when the anger consumed their thoughts and it wasn’t a pretty sight. 

“Yeah, I’d be pissed but here’s the key, [Y/N].” Tom gritted his teeth, “You get over it.”

“Get over it, you say?” [Y/N] scoffed, “Can we go back to last month when you punched a hole in my wall because I was getting too friendly with [your pick]?” Scoffing again, her jaw tightened. “You call me ridiculous but have you ever stopped to listen to your own words?” Stepping over a broken vase, she pointed to a patch of her wall that hadn’t been painted over. “Because that really seems like a ‘get over it’.” 

Tom closed his eyes and counted to ten. He couldn’t do this anymore. Just like [Y/N], he had never been a jealous person. She was right. He was being hypocritical because their fights hadn’t always been her fault. Tom was to blame too. “I can’t do this with you anymore, [Y/N].” Biting his lip, he opened his eyes. “It’s been three years of nonstop fighting and it’s getting out of hand. How many times can we keep buying the same coffee table over and over again before we realize that we’re the problem?” 

[Y/N]’s jaw clenched.

“This whole angry side of me is not who I am and it’s not who you are. Instead of bringing out the best we bring out the worst.” Sighing, he tried to calm down his blood pressure. “Anger is one letter short from being danger and if we keep going down this road, it’s going to end very badly. I think you know that.” 

“So what? We just act like we never knew each other?” Her entire body was shaking, “That we didn’t spend the last three years together? Make up some lie on why we decided to break up?” 

“I don’t know, [Y/N]. All I do know is that we can’t do this. We can’t be together.” 

Pointing towards him, she growled. “Careful what you say, Tom. Because once they’re said, there’s no going back.”

Nodding, he picked up his jacket. Looking around the room, he shook his head. “No matter what I do, I won’t be able to look at you and pretend to feel nothing. I do love you, [Y/N]. It’s just….” Running a hand over his face, “We’re not good for each other. We never were. You literally bring out the worst in me and I know I bring it out in you too.” Turning towards the door, “And then I think that maybe I’m designed to be alone because I can never keep a relationship alive. It falls apart. This is the first one that has fallen apart due to jealousy. But who’s to say I won’t cause another one to die because of the same thing?” 

[Y/N] took a deep breath, trying to level out her trembling. “Get out.” 

AU Prompts (based on REALLY GAY things that have happened so far my freshman year)

‘we’re having a lockdown drill and we’re both laying on the floor on our phones and you “accidentally” spoon me so i scream’ AU

‘we’re both on the basketball team and we mirror each other all the time we don’t even mean for this to happen’ AU

‘everyone thinks we’re together as a couple but the last time i checked we weren’t but… are we now?’ AU

‘i was cold while we were walking to the pizza shop a little down the road after school so you give me your sweatshirt and i get butterflies in my stomach’ AU

‘you showed me a really offensive meme during class and the room is dead silent and i’m trying to contain my laughter’ AU

‘it’s new years eve and we thought it would be fun to wrestle in the snow late at night and now we’re really cold and wet and using each other for body warmth’ AU

‘girls in our class braid your hair and your friends think it looks stupid but i think you look like a god’ AU

‘my science experiment goes wrong and i have no idea what to put down for my lab report so you help’ AU

‘you’re the shortest out of our friend group and the most feminine and it’s the cutest thing ever please never leave’ AU

‘you have a really nice sense of fashion and i may or may not start dressing like you’ AU

‘everyone is either on the lacrosse or baseball team except for one person who is on the tennis team and we try to make time to go to each other’s games’ AU

‘we both have math first thing in the morning and it’s always fucking cold in the classroom so we cuddle’ AU

‘even the teachers think we’re dating’ AU

‘people say that i can sing including you but i call bullshit 100%’ AU

‘we have a groupchat and we just roast each other and send really ugly pictures of ex-girlfriends and ex-boyfriends’ AU

‘we’re all causing too much of a ruckus and the mom friend who is usually nice and quiet comes to a breaking point and freaks out on all of us’ AU

The Long Way Home (1/10)

OMG, it’s finally here!  I started this story in 2015, back when I was writing for pleasure with no intention of ever sharing any of my work publicly.  It fell to the wayside when I finally got around to joining the fandom and began writing fic formally, and it wasn’t until the opportunity to do the Captain Swan Big Bang came around that I remembered I had it and decided to try to flesh it out and turn it into a completed work.  7+ months later (after a LOT of consternation and whining and “Why did I ever agree to do this?”) it’s HERE.  And I’m SO relieved that it’s done, LOL.

Special thanks to my beta, @captainstudmuffin, and the amazing @lifeinahole27 for their help and patience with me, to @clockadile for lending her sword fighting experience, to @ladyciaramiggles for her feedback on early drafts, to @phiralovesloki for heading this year’s CSBB and fielding my questions, and to @kmomof4 for always being my cheerleader.  Thanks also to everyone who took my nerdy little survey on nautical terminology in fic (yes, that was for this project), and those of you that sent me words of support about it.

Lastly, deepest thanks to my wonderful CSBB artists, @waiting-for-autumn and @giraffes-ride-swordfishes for giving feedback on early drafts and providing some gorgeous artwork to accompany this fic!  Links to their illustrations of certain scenes (*) will be in the text - please be sure to go show them some love!

Thanks to you all for reading.  I hope you enjoy.  XOXO

Find it on AO3.  Nautical terms glossary here.

Summary:  After an unnaturally long life fraught with personal tragedy, Killian Jones has become known throughout the realms as the infamous Captain Hook, an opportunistic ne’er-do-well and one of the most formidable pirates to ride the waves.  When he crosses paths with a mysterious young woman with no memory of who she is or how she arrived there, he recognizes the chance to claim a monetary reward that will constitute his biggest score yet.  But a journey across the world to get her home leads to a series of adventures that reveal that her value lies in far more than gold and jewels.  A Captain Swan Anastasia AU - sort of.  (Captain Swan Enchanted Forest AU.  Romance & Adventure.  Rated E.)

Warnings: Brief but graphic depictions of violence, peripheral character death, and smut.




“Captain! Captain!”  

The sound of pounding feet approaching the door to his quarters causes the gentleman in question to lift a heavy, dark eyebrow, even as his gaze remains on the leather-bound inventory log he’s hunched over with the ship’s quartermaster.  The Jolly Roger is preparing to pull into port at Vicarstown, and he always prefers to finalize the list of supplies they need to acquire at a stop prior to docking.  It would go better without interruption.

“Captain!”

He gives a long-suffering sigh and drops his head resignedly, his weight pressed forward on his right hand.  “Yes, Mr. Smee?” he drones.

Having been waiting for permission to enter, his slightly pudgy first mate flings the door open, the bearded man’s features twisted into an anxious grimace.  “Sorry to interrupt, sir, but a ship’s been spotted in port.”

He looks up sharply. “Who?”

Smee swallows and licks his lips nervously.  “Blackbeard.”

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Stravinsky - Le Sacre du printemps

The Rite of Spring. Imagine, if you can, being a turn of the century Parisian going to attend the premiere of a new Russian ballet. You haven’t heard the name Stravinsky before, but you know about Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake, and Glazunov’s Les Sylphides, their lush orchestral backdrops to flowing beautiful dancing. You sit down, and the orchestra plays…strange melodies in strange harmonies, overlapping each other like a cacophony of wild birds. And the dancing is rough, angular, ugly. This is the mindset I get into when I think of Stravinsky’s notorious ballet, how it had caused a literal riot at the premiere. Though it may have had less to do with Stravinsky’s music and more to do with Nijinsky’s provocative choreography, with its twisted movements and sexual suggestions. About a year after the premiere, it was played as a concert piece and was well received. It has since been considered one of the best and most important scores of 20th century music. The story of the ballet follows a tribe of pre-Russian pagans, who celebrate the coming of spring, and begin the ritual of sacrificing a young virgin girl to the sun god. Subject matter-wise, this work is an example of primitivism in art. Musically, the work heavily emphases the winds, and is full of experimental ideas. The opening movement is a crescendo, but instead of the instruments getting louder, all instruments play the same volume but are introduced one after another to create the sense of build up. The rhythms are complicated, asymmetric, and counter-intuitive for dancing. I remember reading that Wagner had called Beethoven’s 7th symphony the “apotheosis of dance”, and I’m going to steal that quote and say this ballet is the true apotheosis of dance. It grabs me at a visceral level, and no the harmonies and melodies aren’t conventional and traditionally “pretty”, but the emphasized rhythm speaks to my primal instincts, this is music for the Id [if the Id existed].

Part I:

1. Introduction
2. Les Augures printaniers [Augurs of Spring]
3. Jeu du rapt [Ritual of Abduction]
4. Rondes printanières [Spring Rounds]
5. Jeux des cités rivales [Ritual of the Rival Tribes]
6. Cortège du sage: Le Sage [Procession of the Sage: The Sage]
7. Embrasse de la terre [Kiss of the Earth] (this segment is optional and is sometimes cut out)
8. Danse de la terre [Dance of the Earth]

Part II:

1. Introduction
2. Cercles mystérieux des adolescentes [Mystic Circles of the Young Girls]
3. Glorification de l’élue [Glorification of the Chosen One]
4. Evocation des ancêtres [Evocation of the ancestors]
5. Action rituelle des ancêtres [Ritual Action of the Ancestors]
6. Danse sacrale (L’Élue) [Sacrificial Dance (The Chosen One)]

anonymous asked:

I don't find it funny and I don't get why you all make fun of it?

cause we’ve been there 37 times only in the past YEAR, i’m here since 2013 and i’ve been there 560 trijillion (its a number i decided) times before…. as i stated earlier, memes and laughing posts about this shitshow both for harry and louis doesnt mean we dont feel sorry for them that have to do this and deal with white old men who think this shit is selling albums and images when they’ve been proved MORE THAN ONCE that it doesn’t. I am terribly angry and sorry that their teams prefer to sell THIS as their images rather than make them shine by themselves which absolutely doesnt mean involving their relationship or a coming out or whatever because that’s their private life and doesnt need a circus or to be used to sell, but just..let them be known for what they are, exactly like a competent team like the one that handled dunkirk promo did with harry. did he need a victoria secret model at some azoffs revival concert to sell the movie? NO. He was himself during interviews and the public LOVED it. Did Louis needed nasty with her ugly outfits to walk beside him to be appreciated and loved during that facebook live interview to introduce BTY music video, where he talked about himself and his song and his music and he was relaxed and at ease? NO, and fans truly loved that moment and wished for interviews like that one, the public would have loved the real colours of louis and his personality and to see how smart he is (it didnt happen but we could dream for a second) . THAT is what should sell and how they should present their personas, not with some desperate model who needs a fashion show contract or some nasty ugly soul whose life revolves around being a beard cause she has no other talent leeching off two wonderful boys full of potential and skills and talents that can be on top of the world if only supported by decent people. (especially louis cause harry at least has some sort of support from the label, not the kind of support that makes people appreciate him fully, but still something more than what louis has)  

Help Me Get The Girl Part 2 (Grayson Mini-Series)

Description: Grayson seeks out your help to get your friend to fall for him.  In exchange for your help, Grayson promises to take care of your freshman brother when it comes to being bullied.  What you two didn’t know is that even though helping each other would ideally be beneficial, there would be a series of events that would make you two question whether this was a good deal or a disaster in the making.

Word Count: 2156

Warnings: Language. Mentions of sex.

 A/N: I’m posting this a little later than planned, I was at a friend’s place.  I wanted to clarify that in this series Grayson and Ethan are not youtube stars.  They are teenage boys in high school who do typical teenage boy things.   Anyway, I hope you like part two and if you haven’t, check out part 1 which I will link at the bottom!

You’re POV:

            It was day one of helping Grayson ‘Get the girl’.  I have to admit, I felt somewhat guilty for doing this behind Grace’s back, but I had to make sure my brother was going to be okay.  The thought of him being bullied made me sick and even though on the outside he seemed okay, I can tell by the look in his eyes that he’s really not.

            It was Friday and Grayson suggested that we get started immediately because “the longer we wait, the more she slips away”.  This whole situation was almost making him as dramatic as Ethan is on a daily basis.  He even set a time for us to meet to lay out our plan.  As annoying as it was, I had to hold up my end of the deal or else I’d never hear the end of it.

            I was broken away from my thoughts when a car horn blared around me.  I looked at the clock reading that it was 4:30; Grayson was here.  I walked down the stairs, my eyes seeing Theo heading toward the kitchen.  He was going to be alone by himself for a little bit and I didn’t want him to think that I was ditching our movie night.

            “Hey, Theo,” I caught his attention.

            “Huh.” He paused, poking his head back out through the kitchen door.

            “I’m going to E and Gray’s place for a bit, but I’ll be back by 7 for our movie night.”

            He sighed, running his hand through his hair, “No you won’t.  Each time you go over there, Ethan convinces you to stay longer, you come back late, and you fall asleep 20 minutes into the movie.”

            My left eyebrow lifted up as I thought about it.  He wasn’t wrong.  Ethan usually ended up planting a seed in my brain that would eventually grow and convince me that one of his reckless ideas was a good one.  For example, one time I went over to pick up my biology book that I had left in his room and I ended up hanging upside down from a tree while both E and Gray threw grapes in my mouth.  My legs got tired from being wrapped around the branch and were too weak to hold on anymore which resulted in me falling flat on my face, leaving a scar above my right brow.

           “I’m not going to hang out with Ethan,” I explained. “I’m going to help Gray with something so I won’t be long.”

           He rolled his eyes, sarcastically replying, “Okay.” Dragging out the word longer than necessary, he proceeded to make his way into the kitchen and I went outside to meet Grayson.

           Right when I exited the house I could hear him yelling at me to hurry up.  It was obvious to me that he was anxious to get started, but 2 hours of planning wasn’t going to win Grace over the next day.  As soon as I closed the passenger side door, Gray was talking my ear off about ideas he had and what I could say to her to make her more interested.  This rambling consisted of me mumbling, “mhmm,” “alright” and “maybe”.  It also lasted the entire drive to their house.

           I didn’t get the chance to open my door and gather my things before Grayson ripped the door open himself, grabbed my arm, and dragged me inside.  Excitement is a strong emotion, I understand this, but the way he was reacting was a bit over the top.  It wasn’t worth pointing out.  If he was happy, I was going to let him be happy.

           He pulled me through the front door, drug me up the stairs, and once we made it to his room—he shoved me into his desk chair and plopped himself on the end of his bed.  In the process my jaw had dropped open, hair had fallen in my face, and eyes widened to the size of baseballs.  Someone was super eager; that someone wasn’t me.

           Grayson clapped his hands together, “So… where do we start?”

           Shock took over my face then transformed into a look of frustration.  I held up my index finger, “First, we start with you never pulling me around like a rag doll ever again.” I added another finger to my count, “Second, calm down! Your acting like a child on Halloween.”

           “Sorry.” He sighed. “I just, I’ve wanted her to like me for the past year, but apparently I’ve been getting it wrong.  Or else maybe I’m just not good enough.”

           I stood up, walked over and joined him on his bed.  I bumped my shoulder against his, “You’ll always be good enough, Gray.  But, that doesn’t mean that you and the one you want are going to end up together. Though, I promised I would help you get the girl and that’s what I’m going to do.” I scowled to myself.  That whole spiel was extremely hypocritical, but by the look on Grayson’s face, I don’t think he realized it.

           “So, let’s start with things that she likes.” I went to my bag and pulled out a notebook that I had packed.  “We can make a list, starting with the things you already know, then I can tell you a few more things.”

           He nodded with a smirk on his face.  It was clear to me that he was confident, but he had only known her for a year compared to my 7 years of friendship with her.  I handed over the notebook to him and his confidence started to fade.  He hesitantly took it from me and started to scribble a few things down.  It was only about 30 seconds before he was done and shoving it back into my hands.

           His list was as follows:

1.     Puppies

2.     Pillows

3.     The color gold

4.     Tacos

5.     Sloths

6.     Jewelry

7.     Painting

I closed my eyes, taking a moment to put all of my thoughts into order before tackling the list.

           “Grayson, is this list a joke?” I questioned in awe.

           “What do you mean?” he glanced over at the list he created.

           “Well, first of all she’s allergic to dogs.  She only sleeps with 1 pillow because more than one messes up her neck.  Her favorite color is purple, MY favorite color is gold.  Tacos are my favorite food.  She can’t even handle nacho cheese.  Her favorite animal is an elephant.”

           He stopped me, putting his hand up.  Fully prepared to argue he said, “Her favorite animal is a sloth.  She said it at lunch a couple weeks ago.  She said, ‘Sloths are hands down the best animal in the world.  Fight me on it.’.  So, yeah, she likes sloths.”

           “GRAYSON! That was me!  She thinks sloths are the ugliest things in the world, that’s why I said that.” I shook my head, palming myself.

           “No it wasn’t!”

           “Yes it was.”

           “No it wasn’t.”

           “Yes-”

           “ETHAN!” he screamed, causing me to cover up my ears. “ETHAN COME HERE!”

           It was only a few seconds before Ethan busted through the bedroom door, towel slung low on his hips.  He looked so irritated, his face pulled into a sneer.

           “What!” he threw one hand in the air, the other holding the towel up.

           “Grace’s favorite animal is a sloth, right?” he asked as if it was the dumbest question in the world.

           Ethan shook his head, “She hates sloths.  She thinks they’re ugly.”

           “Why did I not hear her say this?” Grayson huffs.

           “We talked about it at lunch a couple weeks ago because Y/N thinks that they’re the cutest animal in the world.” Ethan explains.  

           I stuck my tongue out at Grayson, “Told you.”

           Ethan takes a few steps closer, trying to get a good look at the notebook in my hands.  Immediately, Grayson snatches it up, pulling it tight against his chest.  He shifted himself so that he was facing away from Ethan, protecting it like it was a precious jewel.

           “What are you doing?  Why are you hiding that?” Ethan reached for it.

           Gray slapped his hand away, “Don’t touch the notebook!”  Ethan reached again, “I SAID DON’T TOUCH IT!”

           “We’re making a list of things that Grace likes.” I told him.

           “Why?”

           “Because I’m helping Grayson get her to like him.”

           “To be my girlfriend.” Grayson corrected me.

           Ethan busted out in laughter, his arms wrapping around his stomach as he bent over.  I know the difference between Ethan’s fake laugh and his real laugh. This was a true, genuine laugh.  His laughing started to calm a bit but once he saw the look of pure rage on Gray’s face, he began to laugh again.

           “Ethan! Stop!” Grayson demanded, the authority in his voice wavering.

           Ethan struggled to keep his laughter down while he spoke, but managed to do it.  “Sorry, bro, but you’ve been at this for a year now.  I don’t think it’s going to start working now.”

           “It will work!” I stated.  “Don’t listen to him Grayson.  I mean look at your list, you got two of them right.  She likes jewelry and she loves to paint!  I can give you a few more things and we will be done with step 1!” I tried to keep a positive tone.

           “Okay.” E deadpanned.

           “Ethan get out of here and get some clothes on.” Grayson ordered.  “We have virgin eyes here!”

           Insulted by his statement the words spilled out of my mouth before I could stop them.  “I am NOT a virgin!”

           Silence fell over the room, Ethan curling his lips in to control his laughter yet again, and Grayson looking like a deer in headlights.  I mimicked Grayson’s facial expression, mentally kicking myself in the face for even saying those horrible words.

           “Y/N, you’re not a virgin?  I swear you were when we met you.  You spilled that can of beans the first night we all hung out.” Grayson reminded me.

           I shrugged, “Well, it has been a year so…”

           “Who.”

           “What?”

           Grayson rolled his eyes, “Who did you lose your virginity to?”

           “Excuse me, that’s none of your business.”

           Grayson let out a small grumble, “Why can’t you tell me?”

           “Why do I need to tell you?”

           “Because we’re friends.”

           “You’re a dude.  I’m not telling you.”

           We continued back and forth until Grayson got quiet, pondering through the situation.  His eyes squinted in thought as he looked at me and then up to the sealing and then back to me.

           “Don’t tell me it was Jordan Kooser.  That douche bag that walks around like he owns the place. I hate him.  Is that why you won’t tell me?” he rambled.

           “No! Ew, no!  Oh my god, no!” I stuck my tongue out and shook my head.

           “Do I know him?”

           “Yes.” Ethan responded for me.

           “ETHAN KNOWS BUT I CAN’T!  This is bullshit.” He complained, his voice becoming low.

           “Why would you tell Ethan and not me?” his voice sounded so hurt.

           “I didn’t.” I stated the truth.

           “Then how would he know?” he said, his eyes drifting over to Ethan.

           For a moment he stared at Ethan, then he turned his attention back to me.  His eyes moved back and forth between the two of us for a solid minute before his face scrunched up into a ball of disgust.  He let out a horrified noise, becoming slack jawed with wide eyes.

           “Oh my god you and Ethan lost your virginity… TO EACH OTHER!”

           A smile of satisfaction spread across Ethan’s face while a look of pure embarrassment came across mine.  I hid my face in my hands because it was the truth.  I could feel the bed shift, knowing that Grayson had hopped up from the bed in horror.  Ethan, again, started to laugh at the whole situation while I was absolutely mortified.

           “Why!  When?” Gray screamed.

           Ethan explained for the both of us, “It was like 6 months ago.  We were hanging out while you were out with some friends.  Somehow we got on the topic of virginity and decided that if we were going to lose it to someone it might as well be our best friend so we just… did it.  It was what we wanted.  It was worth it too.” Ethan winked at me just to make me more uncomfortable.

           Sure, we slept with each other.  Yes, it was amazing. But I didn’t see Ethan as anything more than a friend and he felt the exact same way.   We made that very clear to each other.

           “Have you… like since…” Grayson’s voice trailed off.

           “Two more times.  But those were just to let out frustrations we had.  It’s been months since we last did it.” Ethan brushed it off like it was nothing.  “We called it off so it wouldn’t interfere with our friendship.”

           “That’s gross.” Grayson spat.

           “That’s life.” Ethan retorted.

           “And this is uncomfortable.” I finished.


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Part 1