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A Day With Asra

remember that poll I had you all take a while ago? well you guys asked for it so here’s the main character having a soft day with asra.

i originally started planning this as a way to say thank you for 800 followers in one month, but it’s also evolved into a thank you for 1k followers in a little under two months. <3

i hope you all enjoy

MC/Asra, 1k+ words, NSFW

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So what I took away from that interview was:

  • Louis has a song on his album called ‘Always You’ that is very personal to him and is one of his favorites.
  • His next single will not be a collaboration.
  • He’s aiming for the album to be about 12 songs long and so far they have 9 done.
  • We should expect his album at the end of the year. (!!)
  • He wouldn’t directly answer questions about the significance of the ‘28′ tattoo.
  • Louis doesn’t relate much to the lyrics of Back To You conceptually.
  • His writing practice usually goes concept, melody, then lyrics.
  • He said his fans are his biggest inspiration.
  • Louis couldn’t decide what his favorite lyric he’s ever written was so he will be tweeting it later.
  • Thunder by Imagine Dragons is his current favorite song on the radio.
  • Everything was focused on him music career and no awkward personal life questions, I must be dreaming.
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So I’m done Motorcity, and it hurts everytime I finish it. So much effort, hard work, and determination went into making it and Disney took it away from them. They can’t get anyone to revive the show because Disney is too stubborn to sell the rights and I.P.

I just wish it lasted longer, but it only got one season. It’s really a shame that it didn’t get more attention. Three petitions were made to try and get disney to do something, but they did nothing.

Motorcity may be over, but it’s far from forgotten. An old animator of the show runs a blog here on tumblr to this day since Motorcity started @peopleofmotorcity 

If you’re thinking about giving Motorcity a chance then don’t hesitate. Look it up and you’ll find it. There’s a little video above, made by the team after the show ended, to show you what you’re in for.

| Of Lemongrass & French Vanilla | Chen X Reader AU | Oneshot |


Wolf!AU

Kim Jongdae X Reader

Genre: Fluff, Action, Thriller, Mystery

Warnings: Violence, Language, Attempted Murder, Mysterious/Protective/Sexy Kim Jongdae

Word Count: 7,938

Synopsis: “His brothers had told him that finding your mate was like finding a scent that sends you into a state of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Personally, he had hoped that for him, that scent was of lemongrass and french vanilla.

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHAUNA (@exosmutxoxo) I hope this story finds you well, and that you are surviving college! Sending you all my love and hope that your birthday was everything you hoped it would be~ It’s a slow burn, but I promise the story comes together in the end ;)


Damn it,” You hissed.


The clerk lady on the other side of the desk pressed her lips into a thin line. “I’m very sorry ma’am, but there was, in fact, a mix up with your luggage. We’ll do everything we can to locate which flight it’s with and return it to you as soon as we’re able.”


You tapped your foot on the ground in frustration. After sending the airport employee one last pleading glance, you hesitantly scooted out of line, allowing the mass of people behind you to try and resolve their own dilemmas.


Well, You stuck your hands into your pockets angrily, biting your lip with fervor. There’s nothing to be done about it now. At least I’ve still got my carry-on.


It was raining outside of the airport. Of course it was raining. After staying huddled underneath the awning for twenty minutes, you were finally able to hail a cab. You quickly flung yourself into the backseat, your damp hair clinging to your face.


“Where to, miss?” The driver asked.


“Oh, right,” You were a discombobulated mess, still disgruntled from getting the news that your luggage had been lost. You rummaged through your small carry-on backpack, pulling out a heap of crumpled, wet papers. After finding the one you’d been looking for, you squinted to make out the smeared ink. “Let’s see… 223 Cedarwood Plaza.”


The driver nodded to himself, redirecting his attention to the road and pulling out of the valet lot.


“Heading to Cedarwood University then, I presume?”


“Yes sir,” You struggled to get out of your wet jacket, cramped in the backseat. “Just got back from vacation. This’ll be my second year here.”


Wah,” The cab driver let out a huff in surprise. “That there is one of the most expensive private institutions in the country. Way up in the mountains, too.”


“It is. I like it though.” You hummed. “This year I was able to find a roommate online and share her apartment rent, so I won’t have to live on-campus.”


“Sounds like a good deal,” The driver took the exit off the main road, taking the one the lead upwards into the mountains, and away from the big city. “‘Hope it goes well for ya.”


“Thank you.” You nodded briskly in gratitude.


The ten minutes that remained on the trip up the mountain were spent in silence. It seemed as though everywhere you looked, there were seas of pine trees as far as the eye could see. You pulled your phone from your jacket pocket, wiping the excess water off the touchscreen. You unlocked it, immediately tapping the screen to check your messages.


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You bit the inside of your cheek.


She hasn’t responded to any of my texts since yesterday…


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This must be the fluffiest White Ermine moth ever! I obviously got a little carried away with fluffing out it’s wooly body. It almost looks needle felted, but I actually took the hard route and stuck individual hairs onto it’s clay body (I don’t like to make things easy for myself - oh no). Still lots of finishing touches to do on this one but I think she’s looking quite sweet so far! If you like the look of this mobile, it will be up for auction on the 6th August, 100% of the proceeds from the auction will be donated to Butterfly charities.

I’m smoking by the thought of you at 3 am in the kitchen chair again, wondering if I’ll ever stop missing you.
If I’ll ever stop looking next to me in class and get sad when I realize you don’t sit there anymore.
Or to come home, look at the stairs that remind me of the days when you took me home and how we sat there to talk about things no one knows.
I could waste a wish on having wings to be able to make the distance dissappear, but darling, you live next-door.
I know it hurts when you’re close to someone but they live miles away from you. But isn’t it worse to have had been the closest to them and still seeing them, but being so far away from them yet, that it doesn’t even matter where they live?
To remember how you made them smile so often a day and now to see that they don’t even spend a look on you? To watch others make them smile?
I look for you everywhere I go. In every corner and every edge. In every person I know, and in everyone I don’t. In places I’ve been to, and in one’s I’ll never be in. In the things, that exist, and in the ones, that don’t.
Where did you go to, when you’re right next to my door?
How did you escape, when I can still feel our past on repeat?
Why are we strangers, when we have had been each other’s heart and mind?
—  goldencancerbag 
All or Nothing

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Fandom: BTS

Request: One of the members waking up to their soulmate countdown being 0:00 and finding out their S/O has just died, but five or so years later the countdown starts up again

(A.N: This is a bit different than the request but I hope you still like it !)

Originally posted by jeonggukk

You sat there spacing out, watching the dew collecting on your drink, as you sat at the collectively bustling bar. It was so loud in there you didn’t bother to keep track of the conversation beside you with the friend you came with her new group of friends from work. One of them said something in your direction, earning a small fake smile, fully aware you had no idea what they were even saying. Your friend turns to you, leaning close to your ear.

“I think we’re gonna head out for the night, are you gonna stay here?” 

“Yeah, just for a little bit longer. You guys go on ahead.” You told her.

Both of you exchanged a hug and a wave before seeing her head out towards the door. You didn’t want to bother her with what was worrying you so badly today because the more you hung around people the harder it was to hide. You slowly moved your sleeve down your arm to look at the clock tattoo on your wrist still counting down to the moment you would meet them. When it finally hit 0, it was said that you would come face to face with your soulmate and the tattoo when then be a still tattoo of the time where you met each other. The countdown only had 3 minutes left on it and it was 3 minutes until 11:25 p.m. That was the number that would stay imprinted on your wrist for as along as they were alive. 

The nervousness in your stomach was hard to shake off, knowing they were standing somewhere in the same bar as you. You took a look around you at the people, suddenly making eye contact with someone across the way. With a smirk, he came over to approach you.

“Hey babe, can I get you a drink?” He slurred, already sounding a bit intoxicated. 

“Uh, that’s okay. I’ve already been drinking enough-”

“Aw come on. A pretty girl like you should be smiling, you look so down. A drink will help I promise!” The man insisted, slingin his arm around you.

Another look at your wrist and there were only seconds left before the countdown. Your heart pounding in your chest. thinking that you would end up in one of those soulmate horror stories that you had heard about. People getting set up with drunks that only cheat on them and making them do all the chores like it was the 50′s or something. You wanted to push him off but you weren’t sure how he would react or if he was the guy you were meant to be with. 

“Really, I d-don’t want one. I’m meeting someone here.” You lied, looking around for anyone you could use as a ploy. The girls around you seemed too busy, talking amongst themselves.

“You don’t have to be shy, sweetheart. There’s no one around you, trust me I don’t bite.”

“She said she didn’t want the drink.” 

Your head spun around in the direction you heard the voice coming from and your eyes were met with a taller, fit, and stunning looking brown eyed-male who looked around the same age as you. Your eyes widened as you stared at the clock behind his head, seeing the time. It easily read, 11:25 p.m. 

“And who the hell are you?” The rough looking drunk asked. 

“Her date. Now get your hands off of her before I make you.” Jungkook threatened. 

The man didn’t dare try to fight him, pulling his arm off you and cowering away. It was easy to see how often this new stranger seemed to work out through his tight black t-shirt and leather jacket. If this younger male was your real soulmate you thanked any god that was possible out there, just staring at his physic. 

“She’s not that hot anyway! ” He called over his shoulder before leaving the bar. 

“Ignore him. He’s probably just pissed because he knew he didn’t have a chance with you. Can I sit down?” 

“Yeah, sure…” You couldn’t help but wonder if he knew what was going on but then again you assumed that’s why he was approaching you in the first place. You had no idea even where to begin to talk to someone who was supposed to be your soulmate, let alone someone as gorgeous as the boy sitting next to you. 

“It’s Y/N, right?’

“Yeah, how did you know my name?” 

“Earlier I stood next to you while getting my drink. I heard one of those girls call you that. You seemed pretty distraught about the tattoo, I guess you didn’t notice me.” He chuckled, bringing his bottle up to his lips for a sip.

“Well, were you not nervous seeing it get so close to zero? I knew this was gonna happen but god, I’m so glad it’s you and not the other guy.” You laughed, seeing him smile at your compliment. 

“I’m glad you didn’t fall in love with him before I came over then. My name is Jungkook, by the way.”

“Jungkook? Oh, it’s nice to meet you.” You stuck your hand out for him to shake, to which he cracked another smile, laughing at your gesture before taking your hand. 

“Yeah, it’s nice to meet you too. Hey, do you wanna get out of here? It’s getting kinda late and it’s really loud.” 

“Sure, but where do you wanna go?” 

He shrugged, still holding your hand to help you get off the stool. Jungkook left the bottle on the bar as he let go of your hand and walking out with you. 

“Wherever we end up I guess.” 

As the two of you are walking along the sidewalk around the city, the conversation seemed easy and obtainable, knowing exactly why they called them soulmates. The two of you had things in common but there was already this strange safe feeling you got from him. He was telling you all about his 6 friends and how they were all in a band together, doing mostly underground concerts but the feeling of performing kept the going. The sheer moment of his face lighting up at the conversation turn to music was attractive and cute. You could tell how passionate he must have been about it. 

“What’s something you really love?” Jungkook asked, with a look of curiosity.

“Really love? I don’t know. I guess you could say i’m also into music, but more writing than doing. It’s fun but i’m not much of a singer. Maybe I could write you a song one day.” 

“What can you guess about me? Just by looking at me I mean.” You smiled, leaning over to him to give him a better look. 

“You? You’ve got a gorgeous smile, so I know making you smile is going to be a goal of mine. When you were talking to those other girls, when you were still enjoying yourself I mean, you seemed like someone who had a lot of fun. You looked happy. You just seem like someone who’s caring and selfless. Someone who works hard but doesn’t always get what she deserves. When I figured out that it was you-…..I got nervous.”

“Nervous? How come?” 

His hand rubbed the back of his neck, getting a bit flustered. 

“Ha, well I thought you were beautiful even far away and as I got closer you looked even better I didn’t know what to think. Plus I was sorta in long term relationship before and it didn’t end very well. I was scared that if I fell in love with you it might end up the same.”

You head titled but before you could ask him anything you felt the trickling of something wet falling from the sky one after another. When the both of you realized it was starting to rain, he took his jacket off so you could cover your head before grabbing your wrist gently and taking you over to the nearest bus stop to sit under. 

When the two of you sat down you tried to hand back his jacket but instead he put it over your shoulders to keep you warm. Suddenly, you noticed on his opposite wrist another clock that was stuck at 0:00. Your eyes widened in shock, never knowing someone with two of the tattoos since most were only given one at birth. 

“That girl-….you really loved her, huh?” You asked, taking his wrist into your hand this time, looking at the faded zeroes.

“It was 5 years ago but we dated for 3 years before that. She was really sweet and caring towards my members. It felt like everyday I was with her that I couldn’t be happier. Any minute we were away I would think about her, waiting for the chance to see her again. We wanted to move in with each other but my friends wanted me to stay with them so we planned to move in with each other after getting married some day. I proposed to her but the day after I woke up and our time was no longer on my wrist. It was just zeroes that had replaced them, feeling like time had taken her away from me. I found out she had died later that day.”

His eyes stared off as though he was remembering her fondly and yet he didn’t look as sad as you thought he would. Instead, it was more of a memory to him than a sore subject. You couldn’t help but wonder if he was really over her or if he was putting on a brave face for your sake.

 “I’m so sorry, Jungkook. I’m sure she was very happy to have you…I didn’t even know people could have 2 soulmates.” You looked down at your lap, not knowing if any words could be of comfort to him. 

“Nah, don’t worry about it. It’s true I loved her but it’s all the past now, sometimes you have to move on. I shouldn’t have brought her up on our first date anyway.”

“Date?”

“Oh, is this not? Because we can totally do something else next time-”

You shook your head, leaning on his shoulder. “No. Right now, is perfectly fine. I’m pretty happy with the way things are going.”

“Yeah, me too.” He smiled.

Jungkook reached into his pocket to put his phone in your hands. You took note at the overwatch lockscreen, finding out another interest of his. When you titled your head to look-up at him, he entered the password to unlock it, going into his contacts.

“You can put your number in so we can keep in contact.”

You nodded, entering your phone number into his contacts, and saving your name with a heart next to it.

“I want you to be honest with me as my soulmate. We just met and it’s not like we’re in love so-…if you aren’t over her yet, we can always wait. The time stamp only means it’s the first time we’ve met. I can wait, seriously.” 

His gaze was still on his lap, shaking his head as he faced you. 

“No, I want to do this-if you want to, I mean. I’m ready to keep moving forward because there’s nothing that can change the past. You’re different than her. You look different, your voice is different, and I already get this different feeling being around you. I’m not stuck in the past, I want to give this a shot…. Here, come with me.” He stood up from the bench, now standing in the rain in front of you. 

“Why, where are we going?” You asked

“Just trust me.” He held out his hand for you once more, letting yours grab ahold as he started to guide you through the passing people on the streets. 

Looking at him from behind you looked at the details about him, the red beanie on his head, the small little scar on his cheek, the torn jeans he was wearing, his adorably dark brown eyes you had noticed when he approached you, and a small silver chained bracelet on his wrist. Though he was drenched by the rain he continued to look just as good, looking back at you every once in a while to make sure his jacket was keeping you dry. 

You almost ran straight into him when he instantly stopped in front of one of the little shops on the street. For a second you eyes were guided away from him, looking at the lit up store in front of you. Jungkook brought you inside to be greeted by someone new. Behind the counter stood an older but still around your age male with blonde hair. Yoongi barely looked up from his phone to see the two of you.

“You’re soaked.” Yoongi sighed. 

“Yeah, it started raining before I could get back. Hyung, this is Y/N.”

“Your soulmate, right? Man you should have seen how nervous he was before leaving.” Yoongi chuckled, imitating Jungkook who didn’t look to amused.

“Yeah, yeah. You still have a whole year but we’ll see if you’re not phased by it. Oh right, This is Yoongi he’s our writer for the band and rapper if need be. He does solo stuff on the side.” Jungkook explained. 

“Whoa that’s amazing. It’s nice to meet you-…um-?”

“Yoongi.” He answered, waving over at you.

“Welcome to our music store and downstairs is the practice room. If you need anything just let me know.”  Yoongi added before sticking his headphone back into his ear, legs propped up on the counter.

“What do you think of the place?” Jungkook asked, anticipating your answer as you examined the tons of old and new music laid out. 

“This place seems so cool. Is that why you go to that bar? Since it’s down the road?”

“Yeah, it’s easiest place to go to around here. Sometimes I go with Jin and Jimin but I definitely wanted to go alone tonight.”

You picked the towel off of the countertop, putting it over Jungkook’s head. You He had to lean down a bit for you, letting you dry his hair for him.

“As much as I wanna stay, it’s getting late. I want to ask you so much and listen to you talk but I think I have to get home. I’m so glad I met you tonight though..” You couldn’t hold back your smile as he made eye contact with you. 

“Me too and I’ll call you so we can hang out again.” 

Slowly you pulled the towel off of him, handing back his jacket for good this time. Clutching the strap to your purse you, you nervously kicked your feet around. You really didn’t want to leave but as it was a Sunday night you knew you had to get to work the next day and this whole thing is going to have to take time no matter how much you wanted to invest in getting to know him. You felt yourself blushing, thinking about everything you wanted to do.

“Thanks for tonight, good night, Jungkook.”

“I had fun too, Goodnight, Y/N.” He waved before watching you leave out of the store to catch a cab home. 

He knew things would be different with you but he meant it when he said he was ready to getting to know you and start over. 

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Request: Could you write me a Brad imagine that has a dark/dirty and dangerous love kind of feel?

Warnings: Smut, Phone Sex, Dom!Brad, BDSM

Punk!AU’s are my favorite kind of AU so I kind of got carried away with this one. It’s the longest and dirtiest thing I have ever written I’m so ashamed.

Let’s write Bradley as a cocky asshole, shall we?


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Villains Are Humans, Too

***Updated with the official Viz translations!***

That new Hero Hype chapter made me feel some serious emotions today. I love it when Horikoshi gives us villain focused chapters because the villains are so interesting and nice to see, and this chapter definitely did not disappoint. 

This arc is really giving some serious time to Jin Bubaigawara (Villain Name: Twice) among all people which I appreciate. He’s been one of my favorite villain characters since the School Trip arc, but I’m glad that Horikoshi has been showing us that despite the fact Jin can be an incredibly funny character, he’s also a complex character with his own tragic backstory, reason for being a villain, and own feelings on things happening in the world around him. 

But really, I want to focus on Jin and Toga. The scene with Jin, Shigaraki, and Toga was a really great scene. How Shigaraki comes out and tell his crew that Jin and Toga will be joining the Yakuza. The same Yakuza that not only killed one of their members, but even took an arm from another member. It comes off as so inhumane because of the fact that Jin was the one to introduce the Yakuza boss to them and things fells apart. It’s all Jin fault for causing big losses for his own team.

This is without a doubt my favorite moment in the entire chapter, and I’m even going as far as to say this is one of the strongest moments in the entire story that we’ve seen. Jin outright losing it and emotionally breaking is displayed very powerfully and I love it despite this scene hurting me so much.


But the biggest take away here is that Horikoshi is making us see again one single thing: These villains are human.

I think it’s possible at times to forget despite someone doing something bad, they sometimes have actual reasons behind what they do that can garner sympathy and understanding from others. Not all villains  in this specific story have motives that garner any sympathy. Villains such as Muscular and Moon Fish both were interested in killing and shedding blood respectively. Those are the type of villains that we start to forget and write off all villains as nothing but murders, evil doers that must be taken down or people without hearts, but villains like Jin and a few other League of Villains characters I believe show that villains can have much more complexities to them and actual human feelings. 

Wanting to find a place that he can call his home and one that accepts him for who he is in the end is all he wants and is one of the most genuinely relatable things ever that many people feel. He has his own mental illness, but he chose the path of a villain because of not being happy with the hero society. It’s probably not the best thing in the end because he’s still doing evil things, but it’s something that’s true to him and what he strongly feels about.

And I absolutely love how Horikoshi writes and handles Jin and his personal thought process. Allowing us to get inside his head and listen to his thoughts that come from the heart. Horikoshi is just so good about doing this.


There’s also Toga who I think Horikoshi presented her human side quite well in the new chapter where she starts to question Shigaraki and his decision. Despite Shigaraki being the boss and making the shots, she needs an answer on why exactly Shigaraki is making her do something she deems as unpleasant when she wishes to to make a world that’s easier to live in.


Toga goes even beyond when she sees Jin’s mental problem start to show and she helps him calm down and comforts him. 

Toga comforting him and even acknowledging the fact that Jin is hurting the most among them all, and that he’s doing his best to take responsibility for everything that has happened is so nice to see. 

I do think for what it’s worth that despite Shigaraki making two of his best members switch sides temporarily, he understands that it’s in their best interest and his. He cares about his members and he’s not over the event that went down to cause big damages to his side. He understands Jin’s feelings of being under the Yakuza, but he’s allowing Jin to be able to take responsibility and get back at the Yakuza for what they’ve done in his own way.

So in the end while he managed to find out what the Yakuza big plan is, and is now allowing two of his best members to temporarily join the Yakuza side, despite it being something painful to do, he puts his trust into them and knows they’ll do what they feel they should do when the time comes to start working. As it appears in the chapter, they’re probably going to get back at the Yakuza by sabotaging their plans from within to a degree and helping the Heroes to allow one of the Yakuza boss most trusted members to be caught. 

This is all very good stuff I enjoy. I know that there have been a lot of other chapters in the story that really show how human the villains here can be along with their conflicted feelings on things and motives, but I really feel that everything has built up to this specific chapter where the human side the villains have are really shown at full force with Jin’s breakdown, Toga’s questioning and comforting, and finally Shigaraki’s own trust. Horikoshi continues to do an excellent job of developing these characters, but also making clear that their feelings are very well genuine and that even though they’re villains in the end, they’re humans first and foremost.

Heartbeat

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

Request: Harry hook imagine where he dated the daughter of the queen of hearts but cheated on her with Uma so now she’s really cold and mean to others. They get taken to Auradon together and he tries to win her back. (Thank you so much for your request anon! I decided to spin the prompt around though, I hope that’s okay!)
Rating: T
Warnings: Implied underage drinking, angst, sadness, the whole shebang
A/N: Once again, thanks to Ella or else I never would’ve thought of this little twist and thanks to the anon who requested! Tagging @pizzaplanethq @lycanlupinremus


Growing up, you didn’t have a lot of friends. Surprisingly, most people didn’t want their head to be chopped off!

Your mother was the Queen of Hearts. Was. Most days she wandered around your shabby home, cutting off the heads of your dolls and reliving all her memories of her frightening reign. She would glance off into the distance and then smile at you innocently after telling you another one of her “adventures.” But you knew that innocence was fake. She did horrible things.

“Someday you’ll be just like me.”

That was your biggest fear. Nothing scared you more than turning into an evil, tyrannical monster like her. She drove your father away and betrayed her closest friends. But looking in the mirror, you didn’t see yourself. You saw her. You vowed that for as long as you lived, you would do everything to reverse the actions of your mother.

But being good had no place in the Isle of The Lost.

Ridicule and bullying pushed you farther and farther away from your vow until you eventually forgot. You became exactly what you feared. Cold and ruthless. Just like your mother.

It wasn’t all that bad though.

Through your wickedness you found solace with new friends. Carlos, Mal, Evie, and Jay. They became the light of your life. And you became theirs. You had never been so happy until you joined them and you never looked back. But then he caught your heart.

Harry Hook was the biggest flirt you had ever known. That was both a blessing and a curse.

He would bug you day and night, wherever you were. Curl Up and Dye? He was there and ready with his infuriatingly clever pick-up lines. Ursula’s Fish And Chips? You better believe he would be there and equipped with charming one-liners. You found it both endearing and annoying.

Today was one of those days. You were headed to Ursula’s Fish and Chips to go grab some grub for the rest of your friends, after losing a game you guys were playing. You didn’t mind though. It gave you a chance to relax and observe the beautiful chaos of the Isle.

Of course, that peace and quiet was quicky disturbed.

Harry Hook, appearing from nowhere, swung in front of you then gracefully landed, grinning as wide as the Cheshire Cat. “Hiya, princess!”

Rolling your eyes, you kept on walking, completely ignoring him. This seemed to completely throw off the cheeky pirate, and he ran to keep up with you. Grumbling when he still couldn’t get your attention, he waved a hand in your face, as if he thought you were actually mad. “Hello? Are you there, your highness?”

You quickly slapped his hand away, scowling at him. “I told you not to call me that!”

Harry’s grin instantly became even wider, and he chuckled at your angered expression. He ruffled your hair and then crossed his arms, which angered you even more, “I can do whatever I want, Princess Y/N.”

Sighing, you just kept going on your way as the pirate beside you chattered on about one of his latest conquests. He tended to keep a few girls (sometimes guys) around to play with for a little bit then eventually throw away, like a broken toy. This was one of the reasons why you didn’t agree with him sometimes. It just wasn’t right. He didn’t want to hear it though.

“Why do you care anyways?” Harry would ask, tossing a rotten apple around his hands. That question always bothered you. Why DID you do it?

Finally, you made it to Ursula’s Fish and Chips and Harry seemed to calm down a bit. Turning to face him, you flashed him one of your fake smiles, “This was a lovely conversation, but I’m afraid I’ll have to go and forget this whole stupid encounter didn’t happen-”

Before you could leave and run away, Harry’s hook caught your wrist, preventing you from escaping. “Hey, hey, what’s got you so uptight, your majesty?”

“Maybe I just don’t want to hear about your recent hookup,” you growled and took your hand away from him. “Or maybe I just wanna get some snacks and go back to my friends.”

You smirked then quickly ran far away from him while you had a chance, ignoring his calls and pleads to come back.


Love was a strange thing.

Your mother always said to never love anyone but yourself. “The moment you are vulnerable to someone, they’ll rip your heart out and leave you.”

Frankly, you thought her lessons were bullshit.


You paced around your room nervously, trying to absorb what you did a few minutes earlier. This was bad, this was bad, this was bad.

You kissed Harry. And he kissed you back.

Gripping your hair, you silently cursed at yourself. You shouldn’t have done that. You dramatically jumped on your bed and tried to remember the exact details of what happened.


Evie threw a party to celebrate her 16th birthday. “A royal bash to fit a royal princess!” You didn’t have the heart to tell her that royalty was invalid in the Isle of The Lost since she was so happy. You couldn’t take that away from her.

So far, the party was a roaring success. Someone started a game of Pin The Broom on The Witch and Seven Minutes in Hell was playing in a corner. But then someone brought in some of Hades’ special juice and it was all a blur after.

You remembered one thing though.

One minute you were bickering with Harry then the next, your hands were locked around his neck, afraid to let him go. You stared right into his ocean blue eyes, trying to search for any hesitation. There was none.

He cupped your face gently, as if he was afraid he would drop you and you would break. His eyes bore into your own, slowly getting closer and closer to you.

You sealed the kiss and it felt like heaven itself touched your lips.

He was scared. But so were you.


Trailing a finger through your lips, you could still feel the remnants of his kiss. Your heart shivered and shook with joy when you realized it.

You’re in love with him.

You smiled happily, then put a finger to your pulse. It was beating so fast, but you didn’t care. So this was what love was like. This was why love could start and end wars. Love was strong and powerful. This was the fairytales you were always told.

Fairytales…

You remembered suddenly what your current situation was. There are no happily-ever-afters in the Isle of The Lost. None.

Remembering your mother’s words, you sobbed and hastily wiped your lips. “The moment you are vulnerable to someone, they’ll rip your heart out and leave you.”

Harry could never truly be in a relationship. He was important in Uma’s mission and he had big dreams. Dreams that don’t include you. You couldn’t take that away from him just for love. The sparkle in his eyes whenever he talked about his love of the sea and being captain… you could never.

He deserved better.

You had to end this.


The kiss was quick, but it was enough. The damage was done.

Gil stood there, confused as ever. He touched his lips and frowned at you, still not fully understanding the situation. As always. “Wha-What? I thought you liked Harry.”

“I-I do.” You thought. But instead, you shook your head. “I don’t.”

“Really?” Unbeknownst to you, Harry was there the whole time. And he looked both angry and upset at the same time, but looking into his eyes, you saw something else. Heartbreak.

You did what you did best. You ran away. But Harry stopped you. Like he always did.

“Why?” The question was so simple but you couldn’t find an answer. “Why are you so afraid of following your heart?”

Harry looked into your eyes, and in an instant you regretted everything you did. The pure look of heartbreak was enough to make you sob and you wanted to apologize for everything you did. But you couldn’t find the words. “I-I’m scared, Harry. I’m… I can’t do this.”

“No,” he held your hand tightly, refusing to let you go. “Y/N… you’re not like your mother. Don’t keep trying to become like her just because you have to keep up this image. I fell in love with the real Y/N… not the stone cold princess who plays with feelings.”

You looked him in the eyes again. You thought that maybe, just maybe, he was right. You hastily wiped at your eyes and took your hand away from him. “I have to go.”

“Y/N-”

“I said I have to go!” You cried, then ran as fast as you could, never looking back. You feared that if you did, you would come back and everything would collapse. It was too late now.

Some hearts just aren’t meant to be.

Kindergarten Boyfriend

So here’s a fanfic lowkey based on Kindergarten Boyfriend from Heathers but not really.

tag list- @luna-lovegood-wrakspurt-invasion @ghostdorkphil  If you want to be added let me know.

This was more of a spur of the moment type of thing which means I started this at 2 because someone told me to and I finally finished it at 5

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It was Logan’s first day of Kindergarten and he was on edge, What If nobody liked him? Luckily, A stranger named Patton wasn’t having any of It.

They were part of the bigger kids so they were around the same size and height, Patton ran up to him along the way he tripped on one of the discarded toys, Logan offered a hand to help him up, Patton grinned (“One of his front teeth is missing.” Logan noted) and picked back up his thick black rimmed glasses and slid them back on.

“I’m Patton!” He said cheerfully, Logan swallowed the small lump In his throat, “I’m Logan…Do you know most people with freckles lose them In the winter but they return In the summer?” Logan forced a smile on his face, He remembered his mother telling him about freckles and since Patton’s face was littered with freckles, Patton’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, “You’re so smart, Lo!” Patton pulled him Into a tight hug.

Logan tensed up, They just met and he was hugging him? Patton pulled away quickly, “Sorry I get excited.” he mumbled, Logan gave him a smile “It’s fine, Do you want to play with me?” Patton nodded happily.

“Wanna play Patton Cake?” Patton offered, Logan stared at him “Do you mean Patty Cake?” Patton giggled “No, Silly! To play Patton Cake we need a tennis racket and a tuna fish-” Logan cut him off, “How about we just draw?” Patton nodded.

Logan led Patton to the drawing station, It only took Patton a few minutes to finish, He tapped Logan’s shoulder and showed him It, Logan stared in awe at the drawing, It was a stick figure drawing of them holding hands with a giant heart over their heads, Logan smiled brightly at him and took it from his hands.

“Do you like It?” Patton asked excitedly, Logan nodded and pulled him Into a hug, This was the first time Logan had a friend so of course, he loved It with all his heart, Logan pulled away “I love It-” Logan turned back to find his drawing of the planets (Only one was done so far but he didn’t care)

Logan gave his drawing of Pluto to Patton and Patton smiled widely, “Thank you, Lo!” They ran to their cubbies and slid their drawings In, Patton turned to face Logan, “Friends?” Patton asked Logan nodded eagerly, “Friends.”

They sat together at lunch and insisted on sharing a mat at nap time, Logan didn’t sleep even though he knew It was In his best Interest to, He sat and watched Patton’s shallow breathes for nearly half an hour, He slept with his mouth opened and nearly rolled off the mat 20 times, Thankfully Logan was there to stop him from doing so.

Logan gently shook Patton awake, “Patton, Patton.” he whispered trying not to wake anyone else, Patton looked around confused, Logan gave him his glasses and whispered again, “I can’t sleep.” Patton blinked as his eyes readjusted, “Well that’s not good.” Patton frowned and sat up.

They continued on with quiet banter until nap time was over, Thus the day was done.

They played on the first grader’s playground until their parents came to pick them up, Another kid named Roman had convinced Patton to play kickball while Logan cheered from the sidelines, Roman’s mom had picked him up halfway through causing the game between the two to end.

Patton ran up to him and before Logan could say anything Patton kissed Logan’s cheek and pressed a dandelion Into his hand, Logan short-circuited as Patton went to clean out his cubby so he could return home.

When Patton was on his way home, He wouldn’t stop talking about his new friend and his mom listened and laughed when he talked about how cute his new friend was.

“He gave me a drawing of Pluto! We both think It’s a planet! He has glasses just like me!” His mom laughed from the driver’s seat, “What’s his name?” She asked as she turned down the street.

“Logan.” He said as he hummed lyrics to the campfire song from Spongebob, She nodded and didn’t say anything else.

When Logan got home he immediately asked his parents If he could frame the picture, They, of course, said yes and framed It for him to keep on the nightstand beside his bed, Logan thanked them a thousand time over.

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It was the last day of Kindergarten and once again Logan was worried, About losing his friend.

Sure, He had come to gain more friends because of Patton but none were as close to him as Patton was.

The day went by as usual but at the end, Logan nearly broke down, They hadn’t seen each other outside of Kindergarten and Logan didn’t want to see his best friend go.

Their moms made an agreement to let them play with each other over the summer, They did, Once.

So of course, On the first day of first grade, Logan was anxious.

What If Patton forgot about him? What If Patton didn’t want to be his friend anymore? What If- His thought was cut off by Patton running up to him and grabbing his hand, He looked over at his friend, Confused, Patton gave him a smile (“He’d finally got his front tooth” Logan noted.) “We have the same class, Lo.” Logan gave his hand a gentle squeeze and smiled back at him.  

Some boyfriends were meant for first grade too.    
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anonymous asked:

Why do you think Harry always bring rainbow flag when he sing sott?? I wasn't really sure before but now I think that song is really about his (and Louis) closeting. What do you think?:)

In LA, he asked for flag when he sang WMYB.

SOTT is the song he has finished his set with, it’s his biggest hit so far and the signature song from HS1. If the media cover two songs, they’re going to be SOTT, and WMYB, the signature 1D song.

Harry has chosen to showcase the pride flag when it is going to be the most visible, at moments that are most recognizably associated with him. I think no one can ignore the very intentionality of the pride flag. It’s no accident when he showcases it by tying it to his mic stand 3 out of 3 concerts.

He chose to showcase it with his signature song at a venue that took away everyone’s pride flag (fans visibly documented it before the show, some being upset that their hope of representation would be dashed). Harry recognized this and he chose to highlight it.

Then he made a speech that leaves no doubt what his intentions are. “Embrace,” he said, raising the flag. “Embrace!” He stopped for emphasis while he tied the flag. Embrace your identity, he’s saying. Don’t let anyone take it away. Put it front and center where it belongs. Be proud.

SOTT is s song about persecution, about running away, about some people being able to soar above their suffering and others being left behind, who are being told to “stop your crying.” It’s about being chased by bullets and looking for a better day.

It can be applied to Harry and Louis’ situation, but it can also be applied to so many others who are being told that their identity is inferior, their position is wrong, who run from despots who use their power for persecution instead of leadership. We understand this message very well in the United States right now.

Just like the Pride Flag, the song doesn’t have to be about Harry and Louis to be enormously moving and inspiring. It’s Harry giving people support and hope, saying that he identifies and he loves.

Something More

IMAGINE: Everyone knew that (Y/N) the youngest Baratheon and ‘enemy’ of Jaime Lannister, was the fairest lady in all of Westeros, she was expected to do traditional High Lady duties. What happens if she wants something more? And how does Jaime Lannister factor into it? 

[gif is not mine. loosely based on beauty and the beast.] 

warnings: one swear word

words: 1796


‘There may be something there that wasn’t there before…’


She was known as the most beautiful Lady in all of Westeros, men flocked from across the seas to ask her hand in marriage -specifically asking her brother for her hand in marriage. Every time though, she rebutted claiming that she was not ready, or they would have just used her family name or her wealth. She wanted to escape, escape the life that she was given, of course she knew that she was being ungrateful. Being the sister to the King of Westeros wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but she wanted more. She wanted adventure, her heart thumping, the adrenaline rushing through her veins.


“I just don’t get why you will not agree to the courtship sister, he’s beyond a great match for you and for the family,” Stannis stated as they sat around the table. He placed a forkful of sausage into his mouth and chewed.

(Y/N) groaned and leaned back into her chair, “I want to be with someone who has passion dear brother, not some coward.”

“Don’t let Tywin hear that.”

She rolled her eyes and drank some wine from her goblet, “Oh please, Tywin cares for Lancel as much as I care for the kennelmaster.”

Stannis quietly laughed at the antics of his sister, “You better tell Robert that.” He looked at sister for a moment and noticed the uneasy look on her face. “Is anything the matter?”

(Y/N) hesitated, not wanting to tell her brother the truth but at the same time it’s been gnawing at her for a while. With a deep sigh she looked at her brother, “Do you think there’s more to this? More to wearing fancy dresses, escorting men to the ball, going to balls, being trained as a mere accessory to a man?”

Stannis sat quietly not knowing how to start the conversation. “Of course you’ve never had to deal with this, you’re a man. You get to fight, to have that adrenaline rushing through your veins. You get to travel and see the world!”

He was about to reply when the door to the hall opened and there strutted Jaime Lannister. “Ah, the stags are here already.”

(Y/N) scowled at his behaviour. “I mean we have to, unless we want the lions to be selfish and eat all of the food.”

Jaime walked to the table, making sure that he was behind (Y/N), leaning over he took a piece of fruit from a bowl in front of her. She would never admit it but she enjoyed the way that his body felt against hers, even if it was just for a short moment.

“You know princess, with that kind of behaviour it’s no wonder why you’re going to end up alone,” the words were meant to be cutting, and it would have been if it was the first time that he’s spoken it to her. Instead of feeling hurt she gave him a sardonic smile and accidentally elbowed him.

“Oh, I’m sorry did I hurt you?”

Jaime gave her a fake smile and moved towards his seat.

“You should know better than to provoke the lion,” Stannis berated her quietly. “He’s known as a beast (Y/N).”

“Am I supposed to be in fear of him Stannis?” (Y/N) looked towards her brother, placing her knife and fork on the plate.

They both looked at Jaime who was now looking at a maiden who was placing food on the table, sensing the looks from the Baratheon siblings he looked over and gave them a wink, then turned his sole focus on (Y/N) and smirked.

Stannis turned back to his sister whose focus was on Jaime. He watched intently as her eyes narrowed when Jaime placed his hands on the so-called wench. He didn’t like this, he didn’t like what this could be. Jaime Lannister and his sister were not a good sign, especially the way Jaime looked at his sister and disregarded the maiden when she stormed off from the table. Clenching his fist, he decided he needed to talk to his brothers.


“LANCEL LANNISTER?” (Y/N) bellowed into the room, her black hair flying around her face, her brown eyes lighting up with anger. She stopped at the table where Robert was seated at, papers scattered around the table and men sitting around him. “I DID NOT REALISE THAT I WAS SOME PROPERTY THAT COULD BE SOLD TO ANYONE!” The men looked at each other and discreetly got up and walked away, knowing that if they were there they would be collateral damage between the two Baratheon’s with the biggest tempers.

Robert merely leaned back into his chair, “We have to agreement that you need a man to take care of you sister.” He raised his goblet, “Plus you already know that Lancel was in the contracts.”  

(Y/N) screwed up her nose, “You think I need a man to look after me?”

Her brother’s eyes widened, “No, of course not.” He rebutted.

“Then what is it?” She hissed, not noticing a certain blonde-haired Knightsguard watching with amusement.

“We need to fortify our allegiance with the Lannister family, they’re one of the strongest and wealthiest houses in Westeros,” Robert explained.

“Those aren’t your words Robert so don’t say them,” (Y/N) scowled at her brother. “Also you’re married to a Lannister if you didn’t notice!” She stalked up as close as she can to her brother, leaning on the table to do so, “Once again, I am not your property to be traded as you wish, other families can do that because they won’t say anything but you should know better. I will be married to a man when I choose to do so. I will not be one of those women who are forced into marriage when they are not ready nor do they love the person.” With a final glare at her brother she stormed off, slamming the door as she went.


(Y/N) paced back and forth, occasionally taking the time to look at the harbor and enjoying the ships and the ocean. “You know if anyone ever talked to a King like that their head will be on the pike.” She closed her eyes and took herself mentally to a place far away, far far away from where she stood. “But of course you can never shut your mouth can you?”

She finally opened her eyes to look at the man in front of her, his smirk firmly placed on his face, eyes glistening with amusement. “Do you have to be so…” (Y/N) pursed her lips trying to find the right word.

“Charming? Good looking? Dashing? Hung-like,” before he could finish his sentence he was cut off by her making a disgusted noise.

“So on all the time? Especially around me?” She always did wonder why it was only her that Jaime was so…Jaime like. The innuendos, the comments that can scathe a person’s ego if they didn’t brush it off.

Jaime hopped up and sat down on the balcony, “Because I enjoy the tormented look on your face.” He was quiet for a moment, a rare site to witness. “Lancel?”

(Y/N) groaned, “Don’t get me started. If my brothers can honestly think that they can just partner me with some blonde-haired coward.”

“He’s not a coward any more though,” Jaime interrupted. “Turned himself into a knight.” There was bitterness in his tone.

“He’s still a coward to me,” (Y/N) pointed out. “Always will be. He can hide behind that mask all of his life but we know better. He was the snivelling pathetic excuse of a man.”

Jaime let out a low whistle, “You don’t hold back do you?” (Y/N) laughed quietly, soon Jaime joined. It was a sight to behold, two so-called people who were barely friends laughing with no care in the world.

(Y/N) leaned against the balcony, holding her stomach, “I don’t want to marry him, everyone expects me though. Get married, bear his children and be the doting wife.” She bit her lip and furrowed her brows. “I want more than this life, more than dress nice, act nice, have sex with your husband but don’t get mad if he sleeps with other people.” (Y/N) let out a deep breath that she didn’t know she was holding. “I want to be able to dictate my life. It’s mine not anyone else’s.”

“You could always run away,” she looked at Jaime with an odd look on her face. It wasn’t one that she usually wore around him which ranged from scowls to disgust, this was mere curiosity.

“I think that can work if I’m not a princess,” (Y/N) reasoned out. Silence took the situation, (Y/N) looked over the harbor, while Jaime stared at her. “Am I so unwanted that the only person I can attract are men like Lancel?”

Jaime was taken aback by her comment. She was one of the most beautiful women he’s ever seen, a certain eye catcher for any men. “What are you talking about?”

“You must think of me as shallow but I want someone who wants me for more than my looks. There’s more to me than that.”

He was quiet for a moment, “I feel the same way.” (Y/N) arched a brow and he continued, “Everyone refers to me as this beast who enjoys nothing but killing and fucking whores.” Jaime hopped off the balcony and faced the view with her. “No one ever thinks of what else I am.”

“To be fair you never let anyone see any other side of you. I mean I’m probably the closest, I see the witty, rude side of you.” She winked at him and he chuckled.

Jaime fell silent, “No one ever wants to see that side of me. No one ever gives me that chance.” Again the silence took over the conversation. They were both thinking how did they get personal in such a short time.

“You’re not a beast Jaime,” the comment made his heart thump against his chest faster than ever before. “An arsehole sometimes but not a beast.” She reached for his hand and once she found it, she held it tightly and squeezed it. “If anyone dares to call you that to your face, or even a hint of rumour send them my way.”

Maybe it was the way she said his name with care for the first time, or the way her hand felt right against his, or actually willingly touched him without fear that they would be hit with his sword. There were too many factors, but what he did know was that he suddenly felt something for her that was definitely was not there before.

I guessed wrong;

staceyiscold  requested:

Hi could I have an imagine please?? Where the reader and either Monty or zach are secret cuddle buddies (like friends with benefits but for cuddles) and the boy develops feelings and avoids the reader so she confront him at school in front of his friends who don’t even know they talk and then it ends kinda fluffy kinda sexy? Not smut just not too cheesy! Thanks!!

author’s note: Sorry this is kinda late? i was quite out of it and i really need to sleep now but i hope this is any good!! aaaaa I don’t know how sexy I could turn this into?? I hope my ~sadness~ didn’t get much in the way (mainly i hope i didn’t disappoint hahahahaahkjasjd) i hope you enjoy it! hope i didn’t mess anything up!!!! it’s also quite long but i feel like i tried to shorten it up a bit. a mess. i apologize. /also i was the only one to read it so if any english mistakes,, again,, i apologize/

Originally posted by knightlley

I entered the school, trying to keep my small self-cheering to myself and walking with a teeny smile on my face. I greeted the kids I know, some greeted me back some just nodded at my existence, but none of that really bothered me. No, nothing could possibly bother me lately.

I was happy, is it too cheesy to say that?

Recently it is felt as if teenagers can’t feel happy, only stress and worry on their minds. Occasionally depressed, but it is the youth, mood swings are totally acceptable, which is how adults completely ignore any kind of scream of help coming from their children. With all the pressure coming at us, whether it’s socially with all the high standards or it’s school, which has really not any kind of low standards and you have to want, not need, but want to achieve a full score on anything.

But out of all the odds, I was happy. After everything that has been going on, being a little selfish and having a dot of happiness is what I deserve.

I went on and passed down the halls, getting to my locker and opening it. I felt a presence behind me but I brushed it off since tons of kids are walking there, but turned around when someone coughed and touched my shoulder to get my attention.

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Four Times | Baron Corbin

Title: Four Times (I should’ve told him I loved him)

Pairing: Baron Corbin/ Reader

Summary: I want all that is not mine. I want him but we’re not right.

Word Count: 4,670

Warning: I don’t really think this needs a warning! (feel free to correct me if I’m wrong).

Tags@calwitch | @rebelfleur22 | @xfirespritex | @blondekel77 | @abschaffer2 | @alexahood21 | @taryndibiase | @isawthesights | @swedish-strong-style | @wrasslin-rollins | @megnog | @kitkat8 | @ellothelongwaydown | @wwesensualfanficsPlease let me know if I missed anyone or if you would like to be added to the tag list.

Originally posted by baellinswithstyles

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Roman Godfrey x Reader (Little Prince pt.4)

WARNINGS: swearing

Word Count: 1101

Tag List: @frozenhuntress67, @bellasett, @deputy-orange-juice, @queenylime, @lustformidnight

sorry in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes

Originally posted by eternalmikaelson

Roman must have called you a thousand times over the past few days. Finally, you caved and agreed to let him take you out to lunch, turning your “maybe” into an “okay fine just stop calling me”. 

You stood in front of a mirror in your room and studied yourself. Fussing with your hair, you wondered if you should change your outfit again. No, you decided. Why does it even matter what you’re wearing? It’s not like you were going on a date. This is just you getting free food from some guy who wants to feel better about sexually harassing you. Nothing more. Simple as that.

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Remember Me: Part 4

A Bucky x Reader / drabble series

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

A/N: Here is Part 4. Sorry it’s taken me so long. Had to step away from the writing game, due to work and such. I hope you guys enjoy the direction this series is taking. Please let me know what you think! ♥

Other Characters: Steve, Tony

Word Count: 1,302

Warnings:
- talk of violence, torture.

Tags: (at the end)

*gifs are not mine.

“Do you trust him?” you whispered to Bucky as you walked down the hall, his metal hand gripped protectively around your own. Since you first spoke to one another, he’d never stopped touching you in any way he could; whether his hand grazed the small of your back to lead you down the never ending hallways, or his fingers were brushing hair from the back of your neck. Each time he touched you, you felt electric bursts flutter across your skin, restarting your heart.

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Peter: and you took photo’s of your co-star Lili Reinhart, there are all these beautiful pictures..
Cole: *nervous* yeah I’ve taken a bunch of photo’s of the cast….the lighting is wonderful on set, so i’d be a fool not to capitalize on the lighting
Overlapping shot: shows pictures of Lili all taken far away from set
Cole, internally: *pfiieeeww dodged that one*
Us:

(gotta credit @colelili for the sure pic lmao)

Yuri On Ice Cosplayers in Rome

An Adventure by LittleChubbyYuuri

Today, 9 April, I went to Romics! The first italian comics exhibition of the year; it tooks place in Rome and even if it is not the biggest, is one of the most important!

My main mission?

Found EVERY YURI ON ICE COSPLAYER

(screams Gonna catch them all!!! from far away)

Originally posted by ommanyte

Well, My smartphone was charged, I won my anxiety to ask “Can I took a photo?”, and arrived at the fair safe… essentially I was ready… 

 it would be perfect but only for one little particular: the yoi cosplayers were unreachable. 

At the point that after hours and hours of furious researchs, I WAS GIVING UP… they were nowhere and I was too exhausted.

Originally posted by ffsillkms

So with sadness in my heart I stopped to search for them. I parted from my friends and went to a signature session of my favourite author (see her art, and buy her comics she is divine

When Suddenly, while I was waiting in the line, an AMAZING (Wild) Eros Yuuri appeared in front of me. 

I forgot about the signature and went to ask for a photo.

Don’t look at my ugly face plz

Cosplay by: Mark Darkrose

After that the hope returns.

 the italian community can not delude me and I continued my research.

With my enormous enchantment I found even a cute Yurio!

I couldn’t be happier…

 when THEY … THEY MADE THEIR APPEARANCE.

THE DAY AND NIGHT VERSION OF YUURI AND VIKTOR FROM @beanpots AU!

Cosplay by @yuuri29

Originally posted by sawumura

But what about Viktor? —-> I was lucky at the end of the day, here a savage Viktor who appeares in his magnificent  near the exit .

At this point my day was over. I had to go BUT they were all fucking AMAZING and made me so happy.

Mission completed, Roger… mission completed.

I think is awesome that the Yuri On Ice italian community is so active!!!


Bonus: I even bought some merchandise!  … is it obvious that I love this Artwork????

And at the end I had the sign