i hate that this scene was when they were rolling the credits

two rotten apples [m] | pt. 3

credit: x.

❛❛we’re next-door neighbors and have hated each other since middle school but now we’re going to the same university how can we avoid the other person like the plague so there isn’t a crime scene— what do you mean you promised my mom you would keep an eye on me???? you fucking planned this❜❜ AU

COUNT → 21.489

GENRE → smut | angst

PAIRING → jungkook | reader

WARNINGS → dom and sub tones | threesome | oral sex | explicit language | penetration | public sex | grinding | graphic dirty talk | slight female masturbation | overstimulation

LINKS → 1 | 2 | 3COMING SOON


As the back of Jungkook’s head rested against the driver seat’s headrest, catching his breath, your glare hardened.

Once again, he’d fucked you and not cared whether you came or not. In fact, for the duration of his penis being in your vagina, he’d barely even touched you. And sadly, it hadn’t even occurred to you he’d used you once again until it was too late. Your clit didn’t matter to him apparently; your pleasure didn’t matter to him either. All that mattered was his dick. That’s all that ever fucking mattered.

After that weekend at the camping grounds where you actually came for once, you were expecting something better than whatever the fuck he called this performance. Your horny brain had quickly forgotten that it’d been your own fingers that got yourself off—not him—and those nights you spent in his tent were no exception. Why were you so surprised? This was Jungkook you were talking about—he would never fucking care about you or any part of you.

And that’s why this was the final fucking straw.

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Dream a Little Dream of Me

Summary: The reader is head over heels in love with Bucky, but doesn’t want to ruin their friendship. The way Bucky feels about her is obvious to everyone BUT her. Thanks to some convincing from Tony and Steve, things are pushed into action. 

Word Count: 5803

Song Pairing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SwYKqA_j2M8

Author’s note: SMUTTTT! This one is long, but it’s jam packed full of smut! I hope you guys enjoy my first marvel imagine:) also!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEB!

You were currently sitting in Tony’s office with Steve, the three of you sitting at one table. Pinching the bridge of your nose you said, “ Boys I don’t know how much longer I can talk about the next mission”.

Instantly Tony smirked, and you prepared yourself for a very sarcastic comment. Tony pouted, “ You’re just upset your favorite soldier isn’t here”. You felt a blush creep over your cheeks but you tried to play it cool.

Shrugging your shoulders you said, “ Maybe all this planning is getting to you too, Steve is right next to you”. Tony laughed, it was a valiant effort on your part but he knew you too well.

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Bon appétit (Sebastian x Reader)

Summary: Porn without plot! Everybody’s favourite! | Sebastian Stan x Reader
Warnings: smut, oral sex (f receiving) yumyumyum
Word count: 1428
Edit: fuck this gif????? i hate him

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Originally posted by my-edits-have-no-remorse

’’Hey,’’ you cheered as you stepped inside the hair and make-up trailer, the door falling shut behind you, creating a whoosh of air to whirlwind around the small compartment. Even though you were tired you were still excited to come to work every day. Working as a make-up artist on the set of Captain America: Civil War was a big deal; this was your first big break. You knew your boyfriend Sebastian had everything to do with you getting this job, but you were grateful nonetheless and were determined to prove your worth to the Russo brothers.

Stacy, the other make-up artist who you shared the trailer with, smiled at you sweetly as she seemed to be packing up her stuff.

’’You all done for the day?’’ you quipped as you plopped your purse down on a single empty counter next to the sink. You sat down on the couch and looked at your watch; you still had about 10 minutes to get ready. Sebastian was supposed to come so you could fix his hair for his final shoot – the post credit scene in Wakanda.

’’Yeah, been here since 5 a.m. I’m ready to bounce.’’ Stacy closed her make up kit and threw on her jacket before waving you a goodbye and leaving you alone in the trailer, but not for long. You had just gotten up from the couch to get your stuff ready when the door flew open again and in stepped Sebastian.

’’Hey baby. You ready to make me look pretty?’’ he gave you a quick peck on the lips before settling down in the huge and slightly impractical armchair. But hey, everything to make the actors more comfortable.

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Mistaken Identity.

Request from anon:um hi so if you’re still taking requests and you have time can you do a bucky x reader? like the reader has a twin that works at hydra and worked on the winter soldier (but reader doesn’t know that her twin works there) and bucky was looking for her twin to kill or something but he found her instead and he didn’t know it wasn’t her twin. so like he’s strangling her or something and right when she’s about to like die he sees a picture behind her of her and her twin and lets her go bc he was wrong.

Bucky Barnes x Twin!Reader

Words: 1,744

Warnings: Violence, threat of life, mentions of injury and language.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3

Thunderstorms. You had always hated them and tonight was definitely no exception when you found yourself being pulled out of any kind of sleep by the loud claps of thunder booming through the night sky; there was no chance of getting any shut eye anytime soon. A lot of people could probably fall asleep during a storm, knowing that it would bring them no harm, but when you lived on your own and your nearest neighbour was over a mile away it didn’t take much to cause your anxiety to flare.

The thunder could so easily cover up other noises…..such as someone breaking into your car, maybe even your home.

No. No you needed to stop those kinds of thoughts. Rolling yourself onto your back your eyes glanced up to the ceiling, the moonlight seeping through the crack in your curtains illuminating it and casting a display of shadows over the smooth surface. They were enough to keep your mind distracted temporarily, the noise of the storm beginning to dull a little, and after a few minutes of watching the shadows move about you found yourself finally beginning to drift off into what would, hopefully, be a peaceful night’s sleep.

But then everything changed in seconds. What had been slowly becoming a tranquil scene transformed into a life threatening situation as you felt a cold sensation enveloping your throat before an intense pressure started to be applied.

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BTS Reaction to You Slipping on Stage on a Rainy Day

Incognito; can you do a bts reaction to you being the girl who slips and falls a lot on stage on a rainy day?

Note: reposted ~ *credit to gif owners*


Jin ➳ It was raining hard, the pour pattering against the stage while everyone was trying to get autographs from the boys. He had his eyes on you, seeing you slide a couple of times on stage and saving yourself from falling face first onto the floor. When it was your turn to meet Seokjin, he quickly grabbed your wrist when you fell—taking him down with you. His body hovered over yours, trying to cover you from the fans, smiling softly at you while you flushed from his act of kindness. Even though he saved you from embarrassment, you knew jealous fans would pass on hate but you didn’t care, because it was so worth it.

Originally posted by jinmini


Suga ➳ The stage was empty, but the rain that fell made it seem lively. You practiced dancing, just messing around while you waited for your friends. The thunder echoed throughout the outdoor stadium, and once you spotted seven familiar looking men walking around the bleachers—you slipped, falling straight on your ass. You stayed there, laying lifeless as you prayed to the gods that no one saw you but when a mint haired man appeared before you and inches away from your face, you inwardly screamed. “Are you okay?” He asked, and you flushed immediately.

Originally posted by kpopshipsdaily


J-Hope ➳ He had told you not to go out in the rain and dance in front of thousands whereas you told him not to worry, that nothing bad would happen and you were way more professional than him. “Okay then,” he started, a smile spreading onto his lips, “if you slip, you have to let me take you out and you gotta kiss me on the cheek.” You rolled your eyes and agreed nonetheless. Later after the worst had happened, you spotted Hoseok from the corner of your eyes as you saw a huge grin plastered onto his face — tapping onto his cheek to indicate that you lost and that he’d definitely will be waiting.

Originally posted by kths


RapMonster ➳ He watched you perform from afar, watching you slip and embarrass yourself in front of many. He knew it was going to happen, and when the show ended and you stood by the man — you were absolutely mortified. “I can’t believe that just happened.” You whimpered, covering your face with your hands and Namjoon was amused.

“Babe, I saw it from a mile away.” You glared at him and he began to shake his head at you, laughing under his breath. “Don’t be mad, I did inform you that it would happen.”

“You jinxed me!”

Originally posted by yoongichii


Jimin ➳ You had slipped a total of five times in the rain, and once you were back stage where the rest of the kpop artists were; you were met with a boy you knew all too well—Park Jimin. “Are you okay?” He asked and you raised an eyebrow; nodding your head slowly. He then laughed, pushing his sunglasses to the bridge of his nose while saying cockily, “You must have fallen really hard for me, I dig that.”

“I’m out.” You said, jumping off the chair and walking away while he yelled after you, telling you he was joking around.

Originally posted by bangtanupdate


V ➳ You were nervous and you wished you weren’t. The moment you and Taehyung went on stage to do a collab in the rain, you had slipped and fallen harshly onto the ground while quickly closing your eyes from embarrassment. Everyone in the audience gasped from the sudden fall, and when you heard a loud plop! from right beside you; your eyes shot open at seeing Taehyung smiling at you. “Now I can’t let you fall on your own,” he said, taking your hand in his to pretend the falls were apart of the dance, “not without me.”

Originally posted by fykimtaehyung


Jungkook ➳ You both were forced to practice outside on stage by your manager for the upcoming awards show. It was pouring like crazy, and every time Jungkook had to lift you up and throw you so you could spin; you would land harshly on the slippery floor. He was annoyed, not at you, but at the higher ups who even considered doing this. He stopped dancing, taking off his jacket and putting it around you. “Let’s go.” He said, and when you indicated that he’d get in trouble, he chuckled, “I don’t care. I only care about your safety.”

Originally posted by jengkook


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The Moon and the Stars

Anonymous said: Can I request Taehyung being your roommate and you’re not aware of his feelings until he comes home drunk 😊😊

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Summary: You and Tae are roommates and it’s great. You two get along well and hang out from time to time. One night he comes home from a night of partying, completely wasted, and tells you he’s in love with you. However, given his reputation, that’s not exactly a good thing…

Genre: College/Roommate!auFluff, Angst(ish?)

Word Count: 5,000 (exactly!)

Content: Adorably drunk Tae, some mushy fluff, a little bit of angst, some swearing

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble but ended up being 5k oops. Partially inspired by Weight Lifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo.

Sneak Peak:

Taehyung took your hand and started walking. At that moment you noticed that the clouds had drifted off, revealing the billions of stars that were hidden behind them.

You looked up at the clear night sky. “Look, Tae.” You said, pulling on his sleeve. You used your free hand to point up at moon, which was bright, and full. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

He didn’t let his eyes follow your finger toward the stars. Instead they remained fixed on you when he replied, “She is.”

Originally posted by aestheticvbts


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I like you better as a dog -  Sirius Black x Reader

[Request: Hiii can I request a Sirius x reader where she is super cute and he as Padfoot finds her in the woods reading, and she doesn’t talk but pets him and he eventually falls in love with her, so then tries to find her in the school but she doesn’t trust him?xo
Hope you like it nonnie!  
Warnings: um, one swear word?my English? Idk!
I don’t own the gif nor the photo. Credits to their original owners!]

You have always found solace in the forest. It was like everything fell into place. Peaceful-somehow you were always searching for serenity.  You were currently sitting under a tree, reading a muggle book you loved and hated equally.
It was about two young star-crossed lovers whose deaths ultimately reconcile their feuding families. But why did they have to die? It was frustrating, to love someone that much but not being able to be with them. Damn you, Shakespeare, you thought.
You were so caught up in that beautifully chaotic world of his, that you weren’t paying any attention to your surroundings.
“These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder
Which, as they kiss, consume” you murmured out loud. It was then that you heard a low bark. Your head snapped towards the direction of the sound. Standing there, was a huge black dog. It looked a bit familiar to you, but you shrugged it off. It was sitting there, next to you, eyes never leaving your gestures. In all honesty, it made you think that the whole scene was awkward, to say the least. But when he came closer and placed his head on your lap, your heart grew a little warmer. It was a stray, you thought. It had never felt the love of a human being. All alone in this world. It kind of reminded you of yourself. Sometimes the world didn’t seem to get you.
“Hello there” you said quietly. The dog was staring at you like it could understand what you were saying. You smiled widely and returned to your book. Without even realizing it, your right hand was petting the fluffy excuse of a dog. You moved your hand through his fur, surprised by how soft it was. Your movements gradually stopped and at some point, you noticed the dog poking you with his paw, demanding your attention. You rolled your eyes causing the dog to bark. Sure, animals were sensitive to that kind of things but this particular one… was more human than many humans you’ve met. If you wouldn’t know any better you would have sworn that he smirked at you. A smirk rather familiar.  It might have looked a bit terrifying at first, but really, it was just a marshmallow. Definitely a boy, you thought.
A couple of hours later, after spending almost all afternoon under that tree, petting the dog and reading, you figured that you should give him a name.
“Do you have a name? No? What about Noir? It’s French for black, you know since you’re… black” you rambled while you could have sworn you saw a mischievous spark lit up the dog’s eyes. So familiar… weird. Was he smiling? Pull yourself together, you thought to yourself. Dogs don’t smile or smirk or stare. But here he was.
“Okay, I am terrible at naming. Bear with me” you said to Noir, apologizing for your lack of imagination. He just licked your hand. You burst out laughing.
“You’re disgusting” you mumbled between your laughs. Noir was just wiggling his tail like a propeller. However, you had to get going since it was almost dinner time.
“I have to go but um… never mind” you trailed off. You were talking to a dog for Merlin’s sake. You stood up and walked away, but not before glancing once or twice back at him. It was strange.


Τhis soon became a habit; Every time you would sit under the tree inside the Forbidden Forest, the dog would appear, out of nowhere (you haven’t figured out of which direction he came) and sit down next to you. Usually, you would read a muggle book, and ruffle through his fur absent-minded, sometimes reading to him, while he was sleeping or just being there. Other times you would tell him about how crap of a day your day was or stories of your childhood or even some of the feelings you held for a certain heartbreaker and he seemed to smirk approvingly. Honestly, you could have sworn that this dog smirked more often than most humans did.
After a while, you started bringing him all kind of treats, cookies being his favorite.
Yet, the past couple of days, you have waited and waited under that particular tree, but Noir never showed up.  You wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but you were actually sad.
Today was a rather gloomy day. You had just finished your breakfast but stayed in the Great Hall a bit longer, because you desperately wanted to finish off the last chapter of your book.
“Come on Pads, you can’t be serious!” you heard the familiar voice of James Potter saying. Who was Pads? You stopped paying attention to the book but never raised your head.
“I am always Sirius”. You wanted to facepalm yourself. Sirius Black. Annoying, arrogant, narcissistic little git. Handsome as the devil with eyes full of secrets and a smirk-wait a second. You knew that smirk. Yeah, but how? Where?
“She is cute, but she hates you” Peter stated. Of course. It was a girl-oriented problem. But since when does the infamous Sirius Black have a problem with a girl?
“Nah, she doesn’t. She is just like Lily, really. And you are whipped” James continued. Who was that girl? And was that jealousy that was boiling inside of you? 
“Have you even talked to her?” Remus reasoned. By that time, you had closed your book and started rising from your seat. You really didn’t want to listen to anything more.
“Y/N!”. You were pretty sure your insides froze. That was Sirius. You halted and looked at him. Those eyes. That smirk.
And your eyes widened in realization. Your mouth shaped an “O”. You turned around and exited the Great Hall, heading towards the Forest. It couldn’t be. It just couldn’t.
Somebody was calling your name. THAT somebody.
“What?” you snapped turning on your heels and facing him. Extremely close.
“I-I… look, I want to come clean. Can I?” huh? You were left utterly puzzled.
“No. I don’t trust you Black” you said in return. How could you trust him?
“You don’t trust Black but you trust Noir. Ironic, isn’t it?”. Your jaw hit the ground. How on earth did he know about Noir? How – Everything fell into place.
“You are an Animagus, aren’t you?” you whispered. You really wished to take back everything you’ve ever told him. He was the black dog you thought of as a friend.  Merlin, you even had admitted that you had feelings for him when he was in his Animagus form. Well, not exactly… but you were pretty sure he had put two and two together.
“You’re cute when you blush” he breathed out. You batted your eyelashes abashed. What exactly was going on?
“And I enjoy it very much when you read to me” he continued while he took a step closer. And another. And another. Until your back was pressed against the tree trunk. You couldn’t regulate your heart beating and you knew that he knew it.
“But I love it when your hands are on me” he whispered against your lips. He kissed you and you melted into his touch.

It was perfect. 

anonymous asked:

Hi Sabrecmc, I love your stories and have read them multiple times. I love your characterizations and have spent many hours reading and rereading them. Your stories have been my sanity the last few days since my step dad passed and I have been helping with the fallout with my mom and 15 year old brother. I hate to ask but would you be able to write a short scene about when Rhodey, Tony, and Steve all met for the first time in CN? Thanks either way for the wonderful stories.

I’m so sorry for the loss of your step dad and all that comes with dealing with a death in the family.  It is hard on everyone.  I’m glad if the fics were able to give you a bit of distraction.  Here’s a little CN drabble, which I hope makes you smile:

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The Scientist - BuckyxReader- One Shot

Originally posted by captaincentenarian

A/N - Angst isn’t my strong subject but after listening to Corinne Bailey Rae’s version of The Scientist, it’s made me want to write this so bad.

Bucky x Reader - Bucky takes you for granted.

Warnings - Angsty then fluff.

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Can I kiss you?

A scene from the fic i wrote for harry’s birthday. You can ready the entire thing here


Draco was just on his way to the patio with a tray of juice when he was roughly pulled into an adjacent room. Several glasses toppled over and Draco’s crisp white shirt was suddenly orange. “What the-”

“Oh! Sorry Draco, uhm, Malfoy. I didn’t mean to…” Harry, it was always Harry, stammered. Draco didn’t even try to suppress his eye roll.

“What do you want, Potter?” He asked coldly, eyeing the flustered man with disdain. He hated how his stomach still did a salto at the sight of him. He should hate Harry for the stunt he pulled the day before.

“An apology. Or apologise, to apologise I mean. Me to you, not the other way around, that would make no sense.” Harry nearly broke his tongue as he tried to get the words out. 

“No need for that.” Draco interrupted before the man could say he was sorry again. “Now if you-”

“Bye. I’m sexual. Not bi, I mean yes bisexual. Damnit I can’t talk with you. Around you I mean.” Harry put a frustrated hand through his hair but still kept his eyes fixed on Draco. They were filled more with frustration than sorrow as far as Draco could see in the half dark room, but that didn’t make the jumbled up words any easier to understand. 

“What are you talking about?” Draco asked a bit lost. Going from carrying juice to attending the messiest coming out ever was a bit much on the early morning, and he didn’t exactly follow Harry anymore. Harry looked like he didn’t exactly follow himself anymore either.

“I liked you. Like you, but like, I did that out of guilt. No I mean before the guilt. I’m not guilty, or no I mean… Shit I should have written this down I’m not making any sense.”

“Indeed you’re not.” Draco said slowly, taking a step backwards. His knees immediately met the bed behind him and he nearly fell. The impact let him drop the tray with juice on the floor. He flinched at the sound, it really was too early for this. 

“Can I kiss you?” Harry asked out of the blue, again. To his credit there were a lot more emotions in the question now, but Draco wasn’t that easily persuaded. 

“Why?”

“Because I want to. You’re hot. And nice, like in a nice person. I mean you’re still a dick sometimes, but in a nice way?” The last line came out more as a question than a statement. “Please I’m not making a very good case here but it’s not out of guilt or anything I promise.” Harry awkwardly bit his lip. “Please?”

Draco pondered on the question. On one hand he really wanted to kiss Harry, on the other hand his life was complicated enough without co-parenting an eight year old werewolf with his ex-rival and ex-lover, and he didn’t think Teddy would be able to bear Draco getting sad again. But then he thought about Teddy’s face when the little guy would find out about him and Harry. How happy he would be if it did work. How much he needed something positive now that his transformations kept getting more painful. He sighed, and gave in.

“Give it your best shot, Potter.”

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A Brief History of the Erasure of Hip-Hop, Rock N Roll and Black Music Through Anti-Blackness

This is a response to an Anonymous comment. I’m glad to see other black people noticing that we are losing Hip Hop music and culture to non-black people just like we did with Rock & Roll. For those who don’t know, when black people started Rock & Roll, white people did everything they can to block it’s radio play and success to ruin black artists and the music genre as a whole. They used to also categorize the music as negative and uncivilized, sounds familiar doesn’t it? That’s what plenty of them say about Hip Hop as well. The thing is, deep down a lot of white people enjoyed the music and it actually played a part in the civil rights movement because black people along with some white people were rallying for it to play on the radio and for the concerts to not be racially segregated (See Ray Charles, James Brown). But here’s some other deep things to know about it: 1) As a way to appease white listeners who wanted to hear Rock & Roll on the radio, music companies would use white singers to sing over the original songs by black artists and that would be the version played on the radio (See Little Richard’s Tutti Frutti, + his thoughts on Pat Boone doing it over w/ success). 2) Black artists had no say over white people doing over their songs. 3) White artists got paid way more than these black artists, even when most of them played a key role in writing and producing their own music. 4) This led to white artists getting the acclaim, praise, attention and credit for a genre that wasn’t even there’s. Keep in mind that Elvis Presley is regarded as “The King of Rock N Roll” when he himself was inspired by black music/artists and plenty before him made the genre what is today. All of this led to black people losing Rock & Roll and many white people will claim older white rockers as the “innovators and pioneers” of a genre created by black people. Many today also don’t know it was created by black people (Which says A LOT). But over time black artists themselves gave up on the genre which is just sad; they allowed white artists to knock them out under the guise of “it’s just music”. This is why Jimi Hendrix got the praise he did, because he was literally one of the last black rockers and made such an impact in a short mainstream career that lasted for only 4 years. Well today the same is happening with Hip-Hop. Too many black people are welcoming non-black people with open arms to a genre that has been inspired by our pain and struggle. Today many non-black people have no problem stripping and re-telling the history of Hip Hop, and they do it by stripping it’s blackness. (See Ben Baller, See “We Real Cool?: On Hip Hop, Asian-Americans, Black Folks, and Appropriation” By Kenyon Farrow c.2004) <— a piece of this was reblogged here btw*. Also never forget how when Eminem stepped on the scene, white people went out of their way to claim Eminem as “the Greatest Rapper Alive” even when a lot of them didn’t even care to listen to the majority of rappers, whom are black, simply because they are black. They also like to claim we only rap about sex, drugs and violence (to discredit us) when many non-black rappers do the same (See anti-black K-Pop/K-Hip Hop fans :) … The reason why this is so important to me and SHOULD be important to ALL of us who are BLACK (even if you don’t like Hip Hop) is for the fact that everything we do, own, and create is never respected. Everything we have never belong to us, and white people AND non-black POC have no problem reiterating that to us. Everything we create is hit with “It’s for everyone.” Our culture has become a universal grab all. That’s why the appropriation of black culture is treated as a joke while appropriation of other cultures is taken much more seriously. To make matters worse, these are the same people who hate us and do all they can to maintain a false sense of superiority over black people all while taking from us. It’s to push this idea that Non-black people can do everything we do and “better”… With that being said other groups are starting to claim they either “Created”, “Innovated” or “Pioneered” Hip Hop & Rap. (See Ben Baller, again). It’s at the point where I feel like they can actually go and claim such ignorance because many will co-sign the erasure of black peoples’ creations… Including cooning ass black people.. For the love of God I wish they wouldn’t speak. For example, I Saw a Greek dude on YT try to claim Greeks created rap… Got in an argument with a Mexican dude who tried to claim that Mexicans did rap before black people and we “stole” the credit because we speak English… Got into an argument with an Asian dude over black appropriation, our naturally kinky or “nappy” hair and the N word… I am begging my fellow black people to wake up! I am a 21 year old woman who loves my culture and blackness and I REFUSE to allow this nonsense! Stop begging for the acceptance of non-black people by way of erasing your own! Know your history, don’t allow them to rewrite it for you.

Full Moon [R.L.]

Character: Remus Lupin
Word Count: 1188
Requested?: Yes/No
Summary: After a particularly bad full moon, Y/n decides it’s time to admit that she knows all about Remus’ little secret, especially since she’s known for years.
Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

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You were fed up of them treating you like you were stupid. You were supposed to be one of their best friends, for Merlin’s sake! So why did they feel the need to make up the most outrageous excuses every month, just to cover up the fact they were helping out Remus?

It was frustrating, especially so since you had known about his little secret since you were in third year. Remus was a terrible liar, and if you were honest, James, Sirius and Peter weren’t much better.

You knew they were just trying to cover for their friend, but couldn’t they trust you? Did they really think you valued their friendship that lowly that you’d sell them out for something that Remus couldn’t help?

It annoyed you to no end when they’d lie to your face. You’d been friends for almost 7 years now, and the fact that they still didn’t trust you, even after all this time, really hurt. What hurt the most to you was that Remus didn’t trust you with his secret.

Because whether you wanted to admit it or not, you had a huge crush on the boy, and it really pained you to know that he didn’t trust you not to tell anyone.

You sat in the Gryffindor common room - a place where you often resided - waiting for the four to get back from their… late night endeavours.

From your place on the couch, you could see the full moon sitting brightly in the dark night sky, illuminating the Black Lake below, and making you slightly anxious about when they would be returning.

You stood up and walked closer to the window, leaning on the ledge as you peered out to look across the grounds. Everything was silent and deserted, which seemed strange considering in the daytime the grounds were packed with students.

A slight movement near the trees below caught your eyes as your gaze was instantly drawn to the spot. Four figures finally emerged from the forest, two trying to hold another one up, and the fourth simply tagging along at the back, trying to help but mostly just failing to do so.

You heart clenched. You hated seeing Remus so hurt after a full moon. You hated the scratches and cuts that littered his body after a night of trying to rip himself apart. You wished you could make things better for them.

But they didn’t know that you knew.

Every month you’d pretend that you believed their stupid lies, and you knew they probably thought you were the most gullible person on the planet.

This month, however, you wanted it to stop. You were going to wait until they managed to get back up to the common room, and you were going to confront them.

There was a while to wait, as you had expected, due to them presumably stopping to see Madam Pomfrey, who helped Remus out with his injuries every month.

Then they’d be returning.

You sat back down on the couch, holding a book and flipping the pages every so often, though your eyes were trained on the door.

There was the sound of some muttering, and few bangs - probably Sirius - before the door finally opened.

They didn’t notice you at first, busy trying to get Remus into the room, however when James finally saw you sitting on the couch, simply observing the scene, he slapped Sirius’ shoulder and nodded his head towards you.

“Oh hey, Y/n,” Sirius said, laughing nervously, “What are you still doing up? You should be in bed. Let’s get you in bed.”

He began walking towards you but you held a hand up, making him stop in his tracks, “Not another step, Black.”

James and Peter watched on as they held onto Remus’ beaten body, helping him to stay stood up.

“This isn’t what it looks like,” James said quickly. You raised an eyebrow. “And what does this look like to you? Because to me, it looks like you’re trying to hide the fact that your friend is a bloody werewolf!” You whispered the last word, though you knew it was just you five alone.

“W-What? Pfft, no it’s not, why would you even… say… that…” James trailed off when he saw the look on your face. He sighed, “When did you find out?”

“About October,” You said. “Oh that’s not too bad!” Sirius said with a grin, “We kept it a secret for that long!”

“In third year,” you finished, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Ohh…”

You rolled your eyes and sighed, “That doesn’t matter right now though. Could you please just lay him down on the couch? He’s as pale as anything, and looks like he’s about to pass out.”

James and Peter carefully helped Remus to lay down across the couch you were just sitting on, and looked at you.

“You three look a mess. You’ve clearly had no sleep, and if you want no one to work out why you’re all looking so awful tomorrow, you better get to bed.”

“Hey! I am beautiful all the time! How dare you offend me like this!” Sirius said indignantly with a pout.

James looked hesitantly at Remus’ figure, not wanting to leave just yet and you gave him a smile, “It’s okay. You’ve done enough tonight. Just go and get some sleep, I’ll look after him.”

“Okay… thanks,” the messy haired boy began to head to his dorm, followed by Peter. Sirius gave you a knowing look, winking as he too followed them upstairs, “Don’t snog too much, Y/n, he’s quite worn out already!”

“Shut up, Black!” You grumbled.

When all three boys had finally disappeared, you perched gently on the couch near Remus’ head, as you took in his appearance properly for the first time that night.

His face was completely scratched up, and there was a cut across his lip that looked quite deep. Bruised covered his shoulders, and from what you could see under his ripped up shirt, so was his stomach.

“Oh Remus…” you whispered, stroking a hand through his hair gently whilst the other softly traced the cuts on his face.

You saw the blush forming on his cheeks before he even opened his eyes, but when he did you could see his adoration for you clearly.

“You don’t have to stay here,” he said quietly, in a hoarse voice. You looked into his pretty brown eyes and smiled, “I know I don’t have to. I want to. I want to make sure you’re okay.”

You felt him lean into the hand that cupped his cheek, and gently stroked his jawline with your thumb.

You leant down slowly, waiting for any sign of discomfort, before softly brushing your lips against his. Remus reached up to push your hair away as he held onto you, kissing you properly, pouring all his love into it, as were you.

Suddenly, Remus knew his full moons wouldn’t be as bad anymore, because he knew you’d be there for him afterwards to patch him up and kiss him better. And that’s all he ever wanted.

Love & Sports

Summary: Based off my favorite movie Love and Basketball. Theo’s always made time for dating while you were focused on volleyball and school. Theo starts paying more attention to you when he sees you at the dance with another guy. 

Theo Raeken x Reader

Word Count: 3,112

Author’s Note: Sorry for not posting in a while. But with Howler Con, work, online classes, and writers block it gets hard. And if you haven’t seen Love and Basketball you’re really missing out. Also I hate the title, but that’s what happens when you don’t have a good idea. 

Side Note: A lot of this is straight dialogue and scenes from the movie so I can’t take credit for it

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Originally posted by hugwithsleep

You moved next door to Theo Raeken when you were ten. You remember it like it was yesterday. He was outside playing soccer with two other boys when you walked up to him. The last neighborhood you lived in didn’t have any other kids to play with, so you were excited someone your age lived next door. Theo was trying his best to dribble the ball but was failing miserably.

“Pass the ball,” another little boy shouted to Theo. He continued moving the ball across his front lawn then kicked the ball into a small goal.

“Goallllll,” Theo yelled running around with his arms in the air.

After he was done celebrating you walked closer to him. “Can I play?”

“Girls can’t play,” Theo responded.

“Yeah they can. Don’t you watch the Olympics,” you argued.

“Yeah,” Theo said as he picked up the ball. “I meant girls can’t play with boys.”

“Can too,” you yelled putting your hands on your hips.

“Let her play,” the other little boy said who you later learned was Scott. “Then we can play two on two.”

“Yeah,” the third boy Stiles agreed. “And maybe you won’t hog the ball so much then.”

“I don’t hog the ball.”

“Yes you do,” Stiles said.

“Fine,” Theo looked over to you, “you can play with us.”

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“Out!” The door hit her in the shoulder as she pulled it open. Katniss ignored the pain. “I said out!”

Gale brushed a piece of hair behind her ear, his fingertips skimming along her cheek as he did so. She pushed his hand away. “Come on, babe, let’s talk about this.”

“You can ‘talk about this’ with your other babe.” Katniss hated air quotes with a passion. Right now, she hated him enough to ignore that. “I said out.”

She heard a door squeak down the hall. Lazy shits in management had promised to fix that months ago. Katniss glared at the man who had dared to poke his head into the hallway. “Not you, Mellark. You stay in.” He didn’t budge. Was nobody listening to her today?

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Epic Movie (Re)Watch #166 - Wallace & Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit

Originally posted by saturdaynightmovie

Spoilers Below

Have I seen it before: Yes

Did I like it then: Yes.

Do I remember it: Mostly.

Did I see it in theaters: No.

Format: DVD

This post is dedicated to the memory of Peter Sallis, who passed away while I was writing. The voice of Wallace, we’ll remember always the love he had for his dog and how he was crackers for cheese.

Originally posted by digitalcelluloidboy

1) Wallace and Gromit were the stars of three original short films published by Aardman animation before this movie was released. All of them were directed by this film’s director: Nick Park. All of them were nominated for an Oscar for best animated short film. The final two (“The Wrong Trousers” and “A Close Shave”) won that Oscar. Wallace and Gromit are icons of not only British animation but animation in general, yet this is their only feature film to date. Having said that…

2) According to IMDb:

Nick Park wanted the DreamWorks logo to play an epic theme, like something akin to Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope (1977). He wanted audiences to think that Aardman had sold out to Hollywood, before the film reverts to the classic Wallace & Gromit theme over the opening credits. The intro was also one of the last scenes filmed.

3) As the opening credits play the camera pans across a series of family photos featuring the titular pair, telling it’s own little story in them. It’s actually a perfect way to introduce their relationship: Wallace’s love for cheese, Gromit’s sort of impatience with Wallace’s shenanigans, but also the deep friendship they have.

4) The vegetable shop in this film is called Harvey’s.

Originally posted by wish-for-the-moon

5) Peter Sallis as Wallace is a delightful treat.

Originally posted by sandowkm

Dreamworks originally wanted the performer - who had played the character since “A Grand Day Out” was released in 1989 - replaced by a bigger star. Nick Park firmly refused (casting Helena Bonham Carter and Ralph Fiennes in original roles to give Dreamworks this desire) and the film is better for it. Having a big name voice Wallace would be distracting. Sallis defined who Wallace was, playing the character until 2008′s “A Matter of Loaf and Death” (which is his last performance as the character). He brings with him a charmingly dimwitted yet sincere nature. There is no malice in Wallace, no annoyance. He is a totally warm and lovable character and I am grateful to Sallis for bringing that to him.

As I’m writing this I see that Peter Sallis has just passed away at 96. His agents announced, “It is with sadness that we announce that our client Peter Sallis died peacefully, with his family by his side, at Denville Hall on Friday 2 June.” I dedicated this post to his memory above but would be remise if I did not emphasis just how much of an impact he not only had on this series, but the world of voice over animation as a whole with his iconic character of Wallace.

6) Gromit is one of the finest examples of character animation ever.

Originally posted by casinoo

Gromit has the strongest personality of any character in the film without voice or even a mouth. His snark, his heart, his humor, who he is, is ALL in the eyes. In the movement of his eyebrows. It is truly remarkable when you think about it, especially considering how iconic a character he has become.

7) I have never related to a character as on this subject as deeply as I do with Wallace.

Wallace: “The fact is, I’m just crackers about cheese!”

8) Helena Bonham Carter as Lady Tottington.

Bonham Carter is one of the most sincere voice over performers I’ve ever heard, with her role in Corpse Bride just as delightful as in this film. There is no ego to Tottington, you don’t even think you’re listening to Bonham Carter. You are listening to the optimistic, earnest, trusting, kind, and sympathetic Lady Tottington and I think that works wonderfully.

9) Ralph Fiennes as Victor Quartermain.

Originally posted by the3deathlyhallows-blog

Like Bonham Carter, Fiennes is able to remove all sense of ego and just serve the character Victor is. No stranger to voice over work (notably The Prince of Egypt before this film), Fiennes is able to let loose and have fun with what is essentially a real dirt bag of a person. And although we may not like Victor we love to hate him and I credit both the filmmakers and Fiennes for making that possible.

10) The decision to go with the horror subgenre for this film is an interesting one. Much like how “The Wrong Trousers” felt like a Hitchcock movie, Curse of the Were Rabbit uses the established tropes of horror well by creating a unique atmosphere and having fun with its established tropes. A strong early example of this is when the priest in the film encounters the Were-Rabbit. He’s walking through a gloomy cemetery at night, hears a strange noise, goes into his church and then something is creeping up on him. Something we never really see. You could have opened the film that way and we would’ve understood what kind of tone it was aiming for.

11) There is also a lot of fine misdirection with the Were-Rabbit before the reveal towards the end. It is totally plausible and believable that it is one of Wallace’s rabbits run amok based on the way the filmmakers treat it, but also when you rewatch it you can easily see how the final twist works perfectly even if the filmmakers aren’t as in your face about it.

12) Like all Wallace and Gromit projects, this film has an incredibly strong sense of humor. The town meeting in the church is a wonderful example of this. From the organ player doing a, “dun dun dun!” after a startling statement is made, to this visual:

Strong visual and verbal humor are abound in a way which makes this film wonderfully funny.

13) I’m Gromit in this situation.

Wallace [after Quartermaine asks how they could catch such a big rabbit]: “With a big trap!”

Gromit: [Face palms.]

Townsperson: “By jove, he’s got it!”

[Townspeople start cheering.]

14) The lady rabbit trap is also another wonderful example of humor this film has. It is not only wildly creative but shows off some more of Gromit’s wonderful physical character.

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15) While Gromit is alone waiting for Wallace to come back to the car we are given some surprisingly wonderful tension. The noises, the jumps, it is right out of a horror film and works wonderfully well.

16) Wallace transforming into the Were-Rabbit is wonderful. It’s straight out of the Wolf Man and a wonderful piece of animation. It is the big twist of the film: our hero is the monster! And the way everyone reacts to it is just hysterical.

17) They had to make this joke, didn’t they?

Victor [after the priest says the Were-Rabbit can only be killed with gold]: “Gold?”

Priest: “Yes. 24…carrot. [He chuckles].”

18) The rabbit Hutch turning into Wallace is absolutely fantastic.

Everything out of Hutch’s mouth is 1) a sped up version of Peter Sallis’ own voice and 2) a line that was either said earlier in this film or in a previous Wallace and Gromit. I think that concept is just hysterical and love that they included it in the film.

19) If you want to understand how wonderfully weird this film is, just consider this line.

Wallace [tearing up]: “Oh Gromit! I don’t want to be a giant rabbit!”

20) There are two jokes which I find straight up hysterical back to back.

Quartermaine [to the police officer]: “I don’t want to cause any panic, but the beast isn’t actually dead yet.”

Police officer [through his megaphone]: “The best isn’t actually dead yet?”

Quartermaine [after firing off a bullet to calm the crowd down]: “Now listen carefully. I’ve only got two [realizes he just shot off a bullet]…ugh, I’ve only ONE gold bullet left!”

21) I just love how THIS is what lets Lady Tottington know the Were-Rabbit is Wallace.

Originally posted by sandowkm

That hand gesture is so iconic for the character that even Hutch the rabbit spoofs it quite frequently.

22) The entire “Dogfight” between Gromit and Quartermain’s dog is an excellent showcase for how the series incorporates amazing action with wildly strong humor (as they did in the train chase in “The Wrong Trousers”). It is by far my favorite scene in the film, and when they have to insert another coin to keep going has my rolling with laughter.

23) The scene where the Were-Rabbit “dies” and turns back into Wallace is lifted directly from Lon Chaney Jr’s The Wolf Man and I just love that.

24) Of course cheese brings Wallace back and everybody has a happy ending.

25) I just need to get this out of my system:

(GIF originally posted by @marshmallow-the-vampire-slayer)


Wallace and Gromit: The Curse of the Were Rabbit is another excellent piece of animation from Aardman studios. It has the warmth, humor, heart, and characters we’ve come to expect not only from the filmmakers but from the series itself. Peter Sallis SHINES as Wallace and the additions of Helena Bonham Carter and Ralph Fiennes works wonderfully well. It is an excellent piece of animation and filmmaking in general. And I would be regretful if I did not make one last dedication to the late Peter Sallis. He may be gone, but children and fans everywhere will always have the warmth of his voice through the character of Wallace.

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anonymous asked:

hey so i have a stupid funny prompt that popped into my head, could you write sanvers watching taxi brooklyn together, cue alex not seeing the uncanny resemblance between her and cat, maggie continually telling her, and maggie criticizing everyone lol

Here you go! It’s also posted on AO3 if anyone would prefer to read there (or if other folks have watched Taxi Brooklyn and want to commiserate there in the comments). Fair warning for spoilers for the show and pure crack ahead.


It had all started with Maggie coming home from work excitedly declaring that she had found a new show for them to watch. “Babe! I found your TV twin!” she had insisted, holding out her phone to a skeptical Alex, who had refused to admit any resemblance. “When you see her in action, you’ll see it,” Maggie maintained.

Which is how they found themselves curled up on their couch one rainy Saturday morning, intent on binging several episodes. During the first episode, Maggie insisted, time and again, that the resemblance was truly uncanny. Refusing to budge on her position, Alex shook her head. “Absolutely not! Look at how short her hair is!”

“Babe,” Maggie whined, “you’d look like her with short hair.”

“I don’t wear that much plaid.”

“But how great would it be if you did? Also, maybe you should give that open-flannel over sexy ribbed tank top thing a shot…just saying, it’d be hot.”

“It’s hot on her. On me…no, I’d look funny.”

“That’s so not true. Also, I’m totally shipping your character with the ME. I think they’d make an excellent couple.”

“You’ll ship any two pretty women who talk to each other,” Alex retorted, feeling more than a little proud of herself for having remembered the definition of shipping after learning all about fandom from Maggie. “Plus, she’s not my character!”

Maggie just sighed loudly and rolled her eyes; she’d get Alex to see it eventually. As she focused more on the plot, though, Maggie grew increasingly frustrated with their depictions of police work. “You can’t just commandeer a taxi!” Then, a few minutes later: “You don’t just go with your gut! God, Alex, your character is a terrible detective!”

“She’s not me!” Alex shot back.

By the time they got to the third episode and Annabella was introduced, Maggie cackled, “Oh my god! Cat even has her own Vicky Donahue!”

“What do you mean? They’re just friends, Maggie.”

“Yeah…just like you and I are gal pals that share a bed and casually fuck but just like BFFs do, right?”

“Not the same.”

“They’re talking about practicing kissing, for god’s sake!” Maggie yelled, nearly upending the popcorn in her excitement to make her point.

Alex paused, rewinding to hear that scene again. “No!” she countered. “They were practicing kissing the same neighbor boy! That’s totally different.”

“You know it’s just one stop short of turning to each other and cutting out the middle man. Literally.”

“Speaking from experience?” Alex asked, arching an eyebrow as she paused the show and turned to regard Maggie more closely.

“What? No…”

“That’s a big yes.”

“It’s a no…just, well, a nuanced no? There are a lot of straight girls in college who really want to know what it’s like to kiss a girl and all.”

“And you were only too happy to satisfy their curiosity?”

“I satisfied something.” Maggie preened as Alex scowled. “C’mon, you love me.”

“You’re okay.”

“It’ll do. Now hit play! I need to find out what happens.”

By the sixth episode, both Maggie and Alex had grown quite vocal in their commentary. It helped that they had begun drinking after lunch—just beer, but enough to loosen their tongues.

“You can’t just take your friend to interview a serial killer! No captain would allow that!” Maggie yelled at the screen, tossing a handful of popcorn, even though she knew she’d be the one to vacuum it up later.

“It’s a show,” Alex whispered, pressing kisses to Maggie’s temple and stroking a hand through her hair.

And to her credit, Maggie did let that particular point go in favor of complaining as soon as she first suspected that the new serial killer might be a woman. “Statistically that is so unlikely. And are they really going to make the killer a queer woman? That’s so rude. I mean, yeah, I’d be in love with Cat too.” In response to Alex’s glare, she added, “Because she looks so much like you, duh. But we’re not all villains! When is television going to do right by us?”

“I thought the biggest problem was all of the shows that kill us off.” Alex tilted her head to the side, trying to remember the list of dead lesbian characters Maggie had once rattled off to her—Dana, Tara, Lexa, probably more names ending with ‘a’s too.

“Well, that’s its own separate issue. But also TV shows somehow think it’s gonna be a big plot twist to have some crazy jealous, possessive lesbian who goes crazy and murders her ex or some girl she’s in love with even though they’ve barely met or something. It’s rude. I hate it.”

“Do you hate it more than the bury your gays trope, though?”

Considering it for a moment, Maggie shook her head. “No. If they’d get a little more innovative with it, I wouldn’t mind the gay villains. Very campy. Lots of history there. But stop having us do the same damn thing over and over again. We literally fill the halls of English Departments and MFA programs and art schools! We’re more creative than they give us credit for,” she huffed.

Once Maggie was vindicated in her suspicions about the show, they took a break to get themselves another round of beers and make out for a while to “make up for the lack of overt queerness on the show,” Maggie had insisted, though as they let the seventh episode play, she went back to insisting that Cat was quite clearly a lesbian.

Alex laughed it off, until the show cut to a scene of Cat making out with Rhys and looking terribly uncomfortable as she pulled away, finding that she just couldn’t do it. “Well…that is a bit familiar,” she chuckled, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly.

“Danvers, she is literally you – those are your mannerisms!”

Alex shook her head at Maggie and looked back at the screen just in time to see Cat transition seamlessly from aggressively making out with Rhys to pinning him on his stomach. “What the fuck?” Alex laughed.

“Oh my god…was she trying to peg him?” Maggie cackled. “If this isn’t proof that Cat is as gay as you are, I don’t know what is.”

“I think she was trying to arrest him?”

“That’s not fun. Unless it’s role play,” Maggie added with a wink.

“But they wouldn’t really imply that she was trying to, you know…would they?”

“It’s based on a French film,” Maggie shrugged. “Plus, I bet Gregg was into it.”

“Ew, he’s so gross.”

“True. But also you and your doppelganger are also both so gay.”

“We don’t look alike,” Alex huffed. “Seriously, she’s got more freckles than I do. And her hair is lighter. And shorter. Also, I feel like we’re built differently.”

“Freckles can be covered with makeup. Hair can be cut and dyed different colors. And as the person who is perhaps most intimately familiar with your body and your build, I’m telling you, you’re totally twins. Also, you act similarly.”

“You were just calling her a bad cop!”

“Okay, not like that. I mean, she’s not following procedures, but I’m talking about your temperaments. You’re both a little…angry?”

“You’re not helping your case.”

“I meant to say passionate!”

As the credits for the twelfth episode rolled, Alex clicked play to go on to the next episode, only to find that an entirely new show began. Grumbling, she clicked back to the main menu to get back to their show, only to find that episode 12 was apparently the last episode of the season. “Mags!” she yelled to Maggie, who had gotten up to find some dessert. There was nothing like staying on the couch all day to tire them out.

“What?” Maggie yelled back, making her way into the living room balancing a box of cookies and a carton of vegan ice cream.

“Where can we stream season two?”

“There isn’t a season two.”

“Excuse me?”

“It got cancelled.”

“So you’re telling me that we’re never going to know what happens? Will Gregg get arrested? Will Cat get arrested? Is Leo’s roommate okay? Is his family okay? Is Cat’s mom alive? Was she on the boat? Is Annabella going to jail? Oh my god, there are so many fucking questions! Why would you let us watch a show that got cancelled?”

“You said you didn’t even like the show that much,” Maggie tried by way of a defense, though she had to admit, she’d expected a more satisfying ending too.

“Just because it’s not my favorite doesn’t mean I don’t want to know how it ends!”

Maggie’s face suddenly lit up and she nearly threw the desserts in her excitement as she began gesticulating wildly—one of the surest signs that she had crossed the line from tipsy to drunk. “Oh my gosh! Wait! You already look like Cat, then we can get J’onn to shapeshift into Leo and find people who look enough like the other characters—no! Wait! J’onn can play them all! Except Cat, because you already look like her. And we’ll create our own finale to answer all the questions!”

Alex burst out laughing only to find that Maggie had dropped off the desserts and already had a pen and notepad in hand. “Okay, first question,” Maggie began. “How long into this finale do we have to wait for you to come out?”

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more! excerpts from fics i’ll (maybe) never finish:

heavens help me

in which yuri is cupid, god of love, and the next couple he needs to match is his most impossible assignment yet

The thing is, is that Yuri’s been doing this for a long time. He doesn’t even know how old he is, or what the first match he made was. He was born from the sea foam alongside his mother. Just literally walked out and got to work. He was a god. They came into existence because there was a purpose they needed to serve. And Yuri knew his.

Yuri had tried explaining this to a human once, back when he allowed himself to be visible to them. Humans don’t really understand the concept of abstract, mythical origins, however–they can hardly grasp the concept of love as is.

But if there were a hit counter of all the matches he’s ever made–which now that he thinks about it, the Fates probably do have, like a huge celestial binder with case studies and everything–Yuri figures he’s well into the fifty thousand (or billion) figures. The point is that he’s been doing this for a long time, and if he’s being honest, Yuri wields the most powerful magic of all. Screw Jupiter and Neptune and their fancy thunderbolts and tridents. Those are only for trifling with mortals. Love, on the other hand, commands humans and gods alike to do incredibly stupid, stupidly incredible things. (Like, he’s still getting shit for matching Helen and Paris, and yes, Yuri’s going to take credit for the greatest epic of all time.)

So with all of his experience, one would think that the god of love would be an expert in the subject. That’s what Yuri had thought too, anyway, until Victor and Yuuri.

He follows the two around for a week. Yuri notices that these two men in Japan are very similar to the two women he had matched in Italy. They’re so intertwined, is the thing.

“The Fates did quite a number on them,” Yuri appraises, directing his words as a message to his mother. He watches Victor and Yuuri warming up on the ice, marvels at how they dance around each other like two flickers of the same flame.

She doesn’t take long to reply. Exquisite, her voice rings in his head, and Yuri knows she’s peeking into his eyesight. He usually hates that gods can communicate like this, hates when JJ bursts into his mind like the perverted intruder he is—“You’re a fucking plague,” Yuri spit out once. JJ was quick to reply cheerfully, his words echoing as if through tiny, slimy tendrils, Good thing I’m the god of plagues, isn’t it?—or when Mila peeks in during one of her health and wellness check-ups—“Did you perhaps forget that I’m, I don’t know, immortal?” Yuri asks, outraged, every single time. The goddess never dignifies him with a reply, just blows him mental kisses and sends over her signature basket of fruit and grains.

For his mother, he makes a welcome (compulsory) exception, though.

Can I…? she probes, and he understands what she’s requesting.

“Let me know if you find anything useful,” he mutters. He relinquishes his memories over the past week and they roll in like clouds on the front of his mind, the scenes dissolving between each other.  

Victor and Yuuri eating together. Yuuri stares too long at Victor’s lips, which glisten with vegetable oil from the food.

Victor combing Yuuri’s hair as the other man absently scrolls through his phone.

Yuuri dancing to his Eros routine. Victor always has a gleam in his eyes but they seem to shine brighter that day. (They shine brighter every time Yuuri breathes out, “I’m skating for you.”)

Yuuri jolting awake as Victor slips into his bed one night. His face screams out for him, V-Victor?!, but the older man throws an arm over his midsection and any protest trying to make its way out of his mouth is effectively silenced.

Seems like you’ve got your work cut out for you, Venus notes.

Yuri grits his teeth. “That’s the thing. They shouldn’t even need my help.”

And yet. Her quiet laughter follows him mockingly for the rest of the day.