i would call you a genius

my thoughts on every rep song

ready for it: still tied for my favourite with one other. i just love it idk why. i was literally so shocked when it came out i just… IDK I GRAVITATED TO IT.

end game: catchy! not something i would really listen to if it wasn’t taylor, you know? but it’s still a bop. she’s also a lyrical genius, like they’re all so well written. ‘and i bury hatchets, but i keep maps of where i put ‘em’. so fucking good.

i did something bad: hands down my favourite alongside ready for it. it’s my type of music, if that makes sense? this is my ‘haunted’, ‘ikywt’ and ‘i know places’ of the album. it’s my favourite 100%.

don’t blame me: adore it. definitely a ‘overdose on drugs’ song (lmfao that’s what my sister calls what my music taste is like) and yep i love it. so good and sultry and catchy and darker and she is taking no one’s shit.

delicate: really good. i love her lyrics. i love the beat. i wanted a lil somethin more, feels very… one tone? idk i don’t know music verbiage but it’s still very good and def gonna be a good driving song.

look what you made me do: a banger. ‘nuff said.

so it goes…: ‘you know i’m not a bad girl, but i do bad things with you’ ripriprip i really love this song too. i honestly adore the direction her music is going in. whenever i say ‘ya i’m a taylor fan’ people will be confused cause she’s normally not what i listen to but this is definitely going in my typical direction and i LOVE her exploring it.

gorgeous: it grows on me every time i listen to it. i wasn’t feeling it the first time i listened, but when it comes on now i’m like OH WORM??????? again, her lyrics are other worldly but we all knew that. not to mention that cat lyric was literally written for me.

getaway car: the robot noise at the beginning is… inch resting. but this song feels very… 1989 taylor for sure. it’s a good thing. it’s a banger. i’m going to be screaming it in the shower. but it’s not my favourite. still catchy tho.

king of my heart: this one feels very forgettable when it starts but then that…hook…chorus…drop… (seriously i don’t know music terms) hits and you’re like OH ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT? i can’t wait to dance to this at the concert. but the talking-singing part is a little ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ to me but that’s okay cause it just gets me more pumped for the DROP!

dancing with our hands tied: a banger. this one intrigued me the most by the title alone, and i wasn’t disappointed. wasn’t my FAVOURITE but i have a feeling all these songs are going to grow more and more on me over time till they’re all my favourites so. but i do love it? not much else to say.

dress: so i want to do the do to this song. it’s sexy. it’s so different. i absolutely love that she’s exploring new things and new lyrics and just!!!! so proud!!!!

this is why we can’t have nice things: lorde vibes??? anyone????? 22/new romantics vibes during the chorus, not sure why. i think this one will have to grow on me? 

call it what you want: so soft. so pure. so good. i want to drive down the coast with my lover’s hand on my thigh to this song.

new year’s day: lyrics! lyrics! lyrics! i wish i loved it more but i think that will come in due time. i’m just hyped and it’s lower tempo so i think this is going to be a song i need to listen to when i am crying. i’ll update you once i’m in that mood lmao.

in conclusion:

taylor swift murdered me!!!

Consider The Coconut - Lin Manuel x Reader

Request: If requests are open, can you write a fic where Lin gets too used to stealing y/n’s chapstick and then he accidentally uses it when it happens to have a color tint to it. I’m sorry if that was confusing! But I hope that made sense and that your day goes wonderfully!

Word Count: 1585ish

Author’s Note: Sorry this request took so long! I hope whoever the anon was who submitted it enjoys it! Thanks to @secretschuylersister, she’s the best and helped me a lot with this one.  #bestofwivesandbestofwomen Also, this video is important. And as always, let me know if you see any mistakes. 

Warnings: Fluff

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Am I Beautiful?

No one knew why Lance wore a mask; they just accepted the fact that he did. He had been wearing the mask since they first met him at the Garrison. It just became a part of him; if the officials at the Garrison had no problem with it, then why should they? Which brings us to the next point; when they said mask, they didn’t mean an imaginary mask that concealed his real emotions or feelings; they meant a physical mask, snow white with only tiny blank eye holes and a straight line for a mouth. It wasn’t like the team didn’t give Lance the space he deserved, he probably experienced something if wearing a mask was his only option, but you have to admit that most people would be drowning in curiosity too. No matter what anyone did, they never were able to find Lance without his mask on, so they let him be. That is until they weren’t able to avoid it anymore.
They knew that eventually, the mask would have to come off; whether it be by the boy’s own will, a mistake during training, or a curious teammate pulling it off. What they didn’t expect was a Galra’s fist cracking through his helmet’s visor and mask splitting it down the middle, while infiltrating a small Galran outpost. Before Keith and Hunk could catch a glimpse, Lance’s hand shot up pressing both halves into his face, the other shooting the Galra in the gut effectively taking him down. Without further comment, he started making his way back to the lions, the sound of Pidge’s voice confirming that they got all the available information downloaded to the Castle. The two other paladins glanced at each other for a second before quickly following Lance down the way they came.
“Guys, is everything okay? We heard something shatter,” Shiro asked from the coms.
“We’re good, a Galra got Lance in the face, his visor and mask are cracked,” Keith replied after he realized that Lance wasn’t going to answer.
“WHAT! Lance doesn’t have a mask on!?” Pidge screeched in their ears. “Ohh, this is so good,” she giggled. Keith and Hunk saw Lance’s shoulders draw up towards his ears.
“I still have my mask Pidge,” Lance muttered.
“Aww, I thought I was finally going to see your face,” she replied, you could practically see the pout in her voice. Lance only laughed bitterly in response.
“Trust me, you really wouldn’t want to,” his shoulders slumped down weakly. The silence was thick as they boarded the lions and took off toward the Castle. The coms crackled to life and Shiro’s voice drifted through Lance’s ear.
“Lance… what did you mean when you said we wouldn’t want to see your face?” Lance let out a sigh, pulling the mask shards away from his face after making sure his face camera was off.
“I.. because, I’m ugly,” he mumbled. “My family put this mask over my face because they said that I was hideous, and I don’t deserve to be seen,” He raked a hand through his hair. “I’ve been wearing this mask since I was a little kid, I’ve never even looked in a mirror,” he admitted.
“Your family is full of crap Lance!” Pidge yelled over the line. Lance flinched back from the voice and squeezed his eyes tightly. He nervously rung his hands together in front of him, when did they start shaking?
“I know,” he said a tremor in his voice. “I’m scared you’ll hate me though,”
A mix of disapproving sounds rung out from the coms as his teammates tried to reassure the blue paladin. Lance angrily swiped at his eyes, tears of stress leaking from the corners of his eyes.
“Do you really think so lowly of us?” Shiro’s voice asked making the others go silent. Lance let out a gasp and his hand fell limply to the side as he tried to understand what or why Shiro asked that question.
“Of course not! I could never think lowly of you guys,” he whimpered out. “It’s me, it’s always just been me,” His lips trembled as he shut his mouth to try and stop the sobs that were beginning to crawl up his throat.
“Do you think I’m ugly Lance?” Shiro asked quietly. “Because I think I am, I think that there was too much of me taken away to ever be beautiful again,”
“You’re not ugly Shiro; you’re a hero, you’re kind and brave, someone like you could never be ugly!” He responded adamantly. “Your scars prove what you’ve been through, they prove that you were strong enough to overcome the Galra, even when they took so much from you; don’t ever say that you’re ugly because you’re not!”
“Do you think I’m ugly?” Hunk asked a moment later. “I’m fat and cowardly, I would rather run than fight, I don’t think that I’m beautiful,”
“You are beautiful Hunk! You’re strong when others are weak, you never back out of a fight when you get into it, you’re smart and generous, and you give the best hugs,” Lance cried; not believing what he was hearing from his teammates. “You make others feel good when you’re around, you’re able to cheer anybody up when they’re feeling down; calling you ugly would be like calling the Sun itself ugly, which is impossible,”
“Well, do you think I’m ugly?” Pidge asked. “I’m rude, condescending, and I can’t decide whether I’m a boy or a girl, I haven’t felt beautiful for a long time,”
“Being rude is in your nature, it’s endearing,” Lance pulled his knees towards him and pressed his forehead into his knees. “It never mattered if you were a boy or a girl, whats outside doesn’t matter because you are encouraging, a genius, and incredibly brave; you put everything on the line to try and rescue your family, no one could ever call that ugly,”
“Am I ugly?” Keith’s voice whispered. “We’re rivals, I have a bad temper, and I don’t follow orders; not to mention the fact that I’m the enemy, I don’t even deserve to be beautiful,”
“Everyone deserves to feel beautiful, especially you Keith,” He sniffed as tears continued to flow down his cheeks. “The Galra side of you makes you who you are; the successful, determined and sometimes temperamental parts of you are what make you so beautiful; because even though you found out this new version of you, you didn’t let it control who you are, or who you were going to become,” Minutes passed in silence aside from the sound of Lance’s quiet sobs and small sniffles.
“So if you’re able to overcome what we find ugly in ourselves, why do you think we can’t overcome what you find ugly in yourself?” Shiro asked seriously. Lance looked down at the white shards in his hands and swallowed.
“I don’t know,” he choked out. He startled when he looked up and saw the Castle in front of him, and he realized that Blue must’ve been flying autopilot.
“No matter what you look like, we will love you,” Shiro reassured. “We won’t force you either, we can have Coran make you a new mask if you’re not ready,” Lance sucked in a breath at the new option. The other paladins waited with baited breath as he made his decision.
“No, I want you to see what I look like,” he replied quietly. The others smiled at each other and started heading toward the Blue Lion’s hanger. The waited patiently outside the Lion as Lance tried to work up the courage inside. Finally, the ramp descended with Lance, who was holding up the shards of the mask in front of his face. He carefully stepped forward in front of his teammates. The pieces of the mask were noticeably trembling in his hands and they could tell that he was trying in vain to stop the shaking.
“I’ve been crying, so I might look even worse,” he mentioned.
“It’s okay Lance, we understand,” Hunk smiled gently. Lance nodded silently before sucking in a deep breath and exhaling. He slowly lowered the pieces and tried to gauge the reactions of his friends. He bit his bottom lip when they didn’t say anything, and just stared intently.
“Oh god, is it bad?” He asked running a hand down the side of his face. Shiro shook his head and came closer.
“No Lance, no I think we just expected something different,” he replied putting his hand on Lance’s shoulder.
“What do you mean?” He asked confused.
“Why don’t you look for yourself?” Shiro asked guiding him to the console in the hanger and pulled up the video screen. Lance’s eyes widened as he ran his hand over his face. Over his left eye was a large patch of pale peachy skin, and the eye itself was a light sky blue compared to his other ocean blue eye. He tried to make out any other imperfections on his skin but was unable to find any others. He stepped away from the camera and turned to the leader.
“This is what my family wanted to hide from the world?” He asked no one particular. “I’ve lived my life behind a mask for that?” He cursed himself as tears once again started swimming in his eyes. He let out a breath of air as he was engulfed in a hug by the Black Paladin, followed closely by everyone else.
“They couldn’t appreciate your real beauty, but we will,” Hunk smiled. Many approvals and agreements rang out from their group hug. He let a grateful smile spread across his face as he realized that; while he left a lot of people behind on Earth, he found the most important ones to him, in space.

#MyParentsAreLosers - Batmom x Batfam

I couldn’t bring myself to write a “depressed Batmom” story today, and I really wanna write it well and all so…here’s a silly thing for you, to “wait” for an actual story. Warning : it’s stupid and not greatly written, probably a bit of a mess (I wrote that in three days, with 5 minutes available each day to do it so yeah…messy) This was requested (anonymously), a story about the Batboys introducing Batmom and Bruce to Instagram and Snapchat, but I can’t find the original message anymore so…Here, if you read this anon’, I hope you’ll like it :-) (I hope all of you guys will like it) :

My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com


It’s Alfred who discovered it. 

He read it in the Gotham Daily (neither you nor Bruce ever had time to read any newspapers, besides, both of you were getting a bit tired about the fact that almost every “news” was about you and him…). 

As he was reading the article, for the first time in years, Alfred let it go. Thanks God he was alone in the house that day, as he bursted out in a loud and ridiculous laughter ! 

It made him laugh for hours, in fact (Damian and Tim coming home from school ruining his fun), and oh he had to tell you guys but…his majordome ways kept him from plainly coming to you and outright telling you. 

At first, he tried to leave the actual article in places you could see it. 

On the kitchen counter, for example, while you took your breakfast…But you never paid attention to anything before your third cup of coffee, even if it was right there in front of you, and by then Bruce would have joined you and you and him would be too focused on each other to realize that this damn article was on the kitchen counter !! AND OH MY GOD COULD YOU STOP KISSING AND LOOK AT THIS DAMN PIECE OF PAPER RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU ?! But it was too late, your kids were coming in and your focus would slightly shift from Bruce to them, the article would fall into the Oblivion as you just completely ignored it while doing your traditional conversation with your family. It was an old routine Alfred knew by heart. 

He tried to put it in the bathroom, and found it soaked and teared…It was something, really, how you and Bruce could be so observant sometimes, and yet so blind some others. 

He also tried the bed, laying it on your pillow where he’d be sure you’d find it…But the day he did that, Bruce came home early from patrol and you rushed upstairs rather fast and…Alfred found the sticky and…oh he’d rather not think about it, and just imagined that you guys were very sweaty when sleeping and…Let’s just never mention that episode ever again. 

He put it on the computer in the Batcave, and found it, days later, under Bruce’s seat. How did it got there ? He had no idea, but what was sure is that the greatest detective in the World, the Goddamn Batman, didn’t notice that stupid piece of paper RIGHT ON HIS KEYBOARD ! 

His last resort was the library, where you spend most of your free times when the boys and Bruce weren’t around…He placarded it everywhere, putting it in every single books you were most likely to read that day and…What did you do ? Enter the damn library reading something already, so of course you didn’t pay attention to any of the articles, and you even used a few articles as bookmarks…Oh dear…

Alfred decided that it was time to stop trying to be subtle (though he could admit that his poor attempts at making you read this particular newspaper articles weren’t really “subtle”). 

He gave up one morning, after three weeks of trying to make you guys read that damn article, and just shoved it in your face, right in front of the cup of coffee you were about to drink, so that you just HAD to read it. 

“The children of the Wayne households post a series of pictures of their parents, and it goes viral” was the title of it.

What ?

It was early in the morning, and it took you a while before starting to understand what was happening. 

To understand that your sons apparently kept posting pictures on the internet, of you and Bruce, with the caption (or “hashtag” as they called it) : #MyParentsAreLoosers, followed by the sentence “But I still love them”. 

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Drabble Prompt: “I have stabbed people with these heels before and I’m not afraid to do it again, so I would suggest not pissing me off.“ 

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Requested by: @x-x-owrooh-x-x

“What’s up, Sammy?” Dean answers his phone as he cruises down the highway in Baby, he’s always happy when he hears from his little brother.

“Hey, man.” Sam’s tired voice greets him. “I need to take a rain check. We got a break in the case so I’m gonna be at the station for a while.”

“That sucks.” Dean groans out. “What am I supposed to do now?”

“Uh go home?” Sam suggests chuckling.

“I can’t. Y/N is having a girls night with Charlie. She made me promise to stay away. I planned on crashing at your place after the bar.”

“Bring them some presents and they’ll get over the intrusion.” Sam mumbles in response, clearly back to being distracted by his work.


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George Weasley as a dad...
  • Would make his kid his number one priority
  • Vows to protect them and love them despite what trials may face him in the future
  • Cries more than you do at the birth of your first born
  • Is an expert at childproofing the house but forgets to include himself in the process
  • Constantly stealing back Weasley Wizard Wheezes products from your child
  • “Little one, we’ve had this conversation before. If it’s on daddy’s work desk, don’t touch it. I know it looks like candy and you want to eat it but your mum would kill me if you turned green like a toad for the day.” 
  • Is the over enthusiastic dad at all the sporting events
  • Your kids gazing out the window and waiting by the front door at 6:30 on the dot for George’s arrival
  • He always spends time with them and plays dress up with your girls after work no matter how tired or how rough of a day he has had
  • George bragging about your beautiful family
  • Family dinners together every night where each member of the family tells their favorite part about their day
  • Works extra hard at the shop so he can spoil his kids
  • But makes sure to save money on the side for their Hogwarts days
  • He wants nothing more than to give his kids good quality supplies because he knows how it feels to be teased and bullied for something out of his control
  • Although he refuses to give them all brand new accessories since you both agree everything should be in moderation
  • Your family being raised off good morals and kindness
  • But also a lot of laughter and fun
  • Teaching your kids how to play Quidditch
  • Taking them to matches when they are near by
  • He would be really uneasy when your daughter starts dating
  • “Y/n, darling, I don’t know how I feel about this.”
    “George she’s growing up. She can’t stay your little girl forever.”
    “That I strongly disagree with.”
  • Tells endless bedtime stories to the kids about their late uncle Fred
  • Freaks out when your eldest receives their letter to Hogwarts
  • “You’re gonna love it there! Wait- stay right there, I need to go grab that map. I sorted out all the secret passages- you’re going to have a blast.”
    “Sweetheart, what your father means is, don’t forget that you’re there for school and your education comes first, then the fun.”
    “No, no, that’s not at all what I meant.”
  • Family road trips together
  • Your son getting a spot as a starter on the Quidditch team his second year as a Beater and your daughter as a Keeper- George actually loses his mind over this
  • He refuses to miss a single match
  • Your family being very close with the rest of the Weasley’s
  • Play dates with the cousins 
  • George suggesting a move after a few years as a resident in Diagon Alley
  • The apartment above the shop was becoming far too stuffy for your growing family
  • George also wanted to have another child and he knew you would not agree due to the cramped living environment. 
  • He also wants to settle down more and live a domestic life dedicated to you and the kids
  • But the shop is still in close commuting distance
  • You would move into a spacious humble home where the two of you would soon be welcoming your next child
  • George almost shedding a tear the first time your daughter pulls a prank on him
  • Family baking contests every Sunday morning
  • Your team usually winning which George loves to pout about
  • “Aw don’t be such a baby. It’s not my fault our son is a culinary genius!”
    “Yeah but I called dibs on having him this week.”
  • Family game night every other Friday
  • Even though you have kids and are as busy as ever, George still makes sure to keep the romance alive if you know what I mean (;
  • Being a very large and close loving family which is all George every wanted

- Daizy

liveblogsupdatingdaily  asked:

If you like so much to read (watch movies) with strong woman protagonist, I recommend to read a webcomic (not based on true story, of course, but it has a great female protagonist and is all over cool -and not only one woman, but a lot of female characters there are pretty strong and well written), a steampunk fantasy webcomic (if you like this genre) called Girl Genius, written by Phil and Katja Foglio. Its free to read and you can find it on its website. Great stuff.


It’s like my favorite thing. I hooked my ex-roommate on it just so I could fansqueal with him. I would come up with fan theories and stuff - I was convinced for the longest time that the invisibility device they use to escape from Castle Wulfenbach in volume two was actually the time machine, but that appears to not be the case. My last two phones have been named Otilia and Castle Heterodyne. I reread “opera week” (Wulfenbach vs the circus) on like a weekly basis. I’ve been fiendishly devouring thrice-weekly updates for well over 10 years.

So yeah. Girl Genius is the business.

(weirdly enough, I believe my parents knew the Foglios in passing - my folks were fairly well-established Kentucky SCA/con folk in the 80s, and I remember them mentioning the Foglios once or twice, back when they were doing Myth Adventures, What’s New, and Buck Godot. I also recall my dad mentioning that my brother and I made some sort of cameo appearance in one of Richard and Wendy Pini’s works, but I’ve never been able to figure out which one. This may have been my overactive childhood imagination misinterpreting his words though.)

(this may have been the hardest I’ve ever publicly nerded out.)

BTS | The s/o Mumbles Another Member’s Name In Their Sleep But Not In A Sexual Way

Anonymous said:

How would bts react to s/o who mumbles another members name in her sleep but not in a sexy way. More like “ Goddammit gime me my candy back Tae!” “I think the golden cape and slippers are bit too much Jin.” Basically her dream life is weird and active. Sillier the better. Thanks and have fun! :D

“Nicki Minaj called, she wants her ass back,” you mumbled causing Jin to look over at your sleeping form, “Of course those pants make your ass look big Tae, what did you think I meant?”

“That’s the last time she goes shopping with Taehyung…”

Originally posted by jungkookiescookies

“Jimin, I can’t tell you how much wood, woodchucks chuck, if woodchucks don’t actually chuck wood…”

Yoongi turned in his desk chair and look at you, you still off in dream land. “I’m not even going to question this one….”

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“Namjoon…just duct tape it, no one will notice,” you said, before letting out a small snore.

Upon hearing this information Hoseok got up and began to search the dorm to see what you or Namjoon could’ve possibly broken (this time).

Originally posted by jjeonguk

Rap Monster/Namjoon:
“Don’t tell me you can’t talk right now when you just called me, Hoseok…” you stated before rolling over with an aggrivated sigh.

Leaning over Namjoon looked at you to see you were still asleep, but had an irritated look on your face. “I don’t know if I want to know what happened.”

Originally posted by taestylips

“No Jin…it wasn’t inappropriate for me to point a hairdryer at the other members and ask if they wanted a blow job, it was a legitimate question….”

“Excuse me?” Jimin questioned, seeing you still sound asleep. He would be more concerned if you weren’t a hairdresser, but he would have to talk to you about your word choices.

Originally posted by senpai-sisters

“No you can’t call Dominos and ask for the number for Pizza Hut, that’s rude Jungkook….”

Tae turned and looked at you, still sleeping away. “Actually that’s quite genius.”

Originally posted by mvssmedia

“Yes Yoongi…I think people would be concerned if I called in ‘dead’ for you instead of ‘sick’…”

Jungkook stopped and looked at you sleeping away on the couch. “I’m gonna go check on hyung…”

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Dating Suga (Yoongi) would include:

Originally posted by yoonseok

  • trying to kiss him in the morning while he’s still half asleep
  • or any other time, cause he’s always half asleep
  • he resting his head on your thighs so you can run your fingers trough his hair
  • randomly saying “I love you” cause he feels like he’s being distant
  • late night calls while he’s away and can’t sleep while working on his mixtape
  • a lot of teasing
  • I mean, really A LOT of teasing
  • especially when you try to rap with him
  • which happens a lot too, cause you guys are a swag couple
  • being the first person to hear his mixtape when he finally finish
  • Are you sure is good?
  • “It’s fucking perfect, Yoongi”
  • I’m a genius
  • sitting on his lap while he’s writing some melody on the computer
  • Yoongi putting your hand inside his pants while you’re just being lazy
  • Cypher Pt. 2 would be impossible to you but he insists just to laugh
  • but he’d be impressed when you finally get it
  • swearing while you’re having sex
  • A LOT of passionate, slow and rough sex
  • trying to bite him to leave marks on his pale skin
  • hyung is datingV
  • she deserves someone betterJIMIN
  • I’ve heard that… Jimin, you’re fucked
The Friendly Wager (Part 3)

Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,978

Warnings: language, fluff, sarcasm, complete and utter denial, social drinking, cheese - I needed something this fluffy ok? haha

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. Congrats on the followers, friend! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?

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anonymous asked:

Fic thing: Everyone loves Yuuri, Just Ask

send me a made up fic title and i’ll write a fic for it

Everyone loves Yuuri, Just Ask

Like… Was that even a question?

Who doesn’t, in their right mind, love Yuuri Katsuki?

The whole Russian team loves him. Even Lilia, who doesn’t show her affection so often, was caught smiling at Yuuri one day at practice to everyone’s surprise. Even Yuri, who liked to act like he hated everyone, went straight to Yuuri when he’d gotten that video game he was waiting for so long, excited to let him know about it.

And it wasn’t only the Russian team. All competitors had great respect for him, and more often than not Victor would see them complimenting Yuuri after his performances and asking for advice. Journalists were especially eager to interview him because Yuuri was always so adorable it was guaranteed people would watch his interviews. Everywhere Yuuri went he’d bring out the best in people.

Truth is: everyone loves him. There’s nothing to dislike about that lovely boy. 

Except that Yuuri doesn’t seem to think it that way. 

And that was fine, Victor reasoned. Yuuri has his own reasons to think he was not that great (even though he was fucking wrong), reasons that got out of his hand to deal with, that made it not so simple for Victor to show Yuuri that he was the greatest gift to humankind since the invention of cream cheese. But that didn’t stop him from making Yuuri notice how much he was loved. 

“Yakov isn’t one to spare compliments,” he commented one day as they were heading back home. “In fact, I don’t think he compliments me nearly as much as he compliments you. You’re so talented, Yuuri.”

To what Yuuri would blush furiously, attempting to hide his face under his thick scarf and change subject to what they needed to buy for dinner. 

“Hey, Yuuri,” Victor heard Mila call him from the side lines when she arrived for the evening training session. “Thanks for helping me out with homework yesterday. That formula you taught me made so much more sense than the one I was previously trying. You’re a genius!”

And Victor could practically hear Yuuri’s hands waving dismissingly as he stammered that there was no need to thank him.

“Yo, Katsudon,” the other day Yuri popped into the dressing room as they were about to leave for lunch. “That game you recommended me was really sick. I beat it overnight. So cool!”

“You what?” Yakov yelled from the corridor.

And Yuri joined them for lunch while blabbering excitedly about said game, smiling and laughing at the impressions Yuuri exchanged with him in a way Victor had never seen before.

So why was it that Yuuri couldn’t see the positive effect he had on people?

They laid in silence one night, Victor in Yuuri’s arms, each of them recollected to their thoughts when Victor broke the silence.

“You’re an angel, you know?” He blurted out, causing Yuuri to stir under him. 

“Vitya…” Yuuri had a smile in his voice, smoothing Victor’s bed hair as if to say yeah yeah.

Victor brought Yuuri’s band to his lips and kissed its back, “I’m serious,” he murmured, brushing his lips and inhaling his scent with eyes closed. “You’re the best thing to ever happen.”

Yuuri breathed a short laugh, kissing the top of Victor’s head and humming noncommittally. 

“You think so?”

“I’m sure of it,” he rolled on his stomach to look at his fiancé, a soft smile playing on his lips. “You’re a ray of sunshine in a long, cold winter.”

 “Oh, my god,” he chuckled, cupping Victor’s face between his hands. “OK, Shakespeare, what do you want?”

“I want you to love yourself like I love you,” Victor kissed his palm, voice playful and daring. “Or… Maybe just a tenth of how much I love you. And I love you very much, you know…”

“You do?” Yuuri smiled, shimming closer to Victor, who made a soft sound of agreement. “How much?”

Victor paused for a moment to think, fluttering his eyes shut as he gently kissed Yuuri’s hand. 

“More than… More than Yakov loves screaming.”

“That’s… A lot, indeed,” Yuuri breathed, brushing the pad of his thumb on Victor’s cheekbone. 

“More than JJ loves himself.”

“Wow, Vitya,” he laughed, kissing his lips gently. “I’m not sure I can imagine how much love that is. Care to give me an example?”

Everyone loves Yuuri. But no one loves Yuuri as much as Victor.

the seven and their senior quotes (plus nico & reyna)

Annabeth: “I spent 113,880 hours of my life for a piece of paper and a handshake.”

Percy: “Don’t put anything stupid for your senior quote.” -Mom

Hazel: “No.” - Rosa Parks

Piper: “Just because you’re trash don’t mean you can’t do great things. It’s called garbage can, not garbage cannot.”

Leo: “The thing is, for me to say I wasn’t a genius, I would just be lying to you and myself.” -Kanye West

Jason: “Life happens wherever you are, whether you make it or not.” -Uncle Iroh

Frank: “Goodbye, everyone, I’ll remember you all in therapy.”

Nico: “If you like pineapple on pizza, I hope you like pineapple on your children’s graves because you’re weak, your bloodline is weak, and you will not survive the winter.”

Reyna: “Just pronounce my name right and give me my diploma.”

Sweet Serendipity

Muse: Min Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Fluff. I promise it’s fluff.
Word: 3.7k
Type: A friends with benefits AU ─In which one of you falls in love with the other and confesses without saying the three little words. + College AU
I was very conflicted about whether I should end it with fluff or angst but oh well, I hope yall enjoy this.

Parts: I , II & III

+ To say his heart skips a beat would a complete, big, obese lie. You’ve effortlessly gathered the bits and pieces ─ the littlest things between you and him, - he bemusedly quotes - the late night unhealthy snack fest, and getting cheeseburgers and McNuggets and don’t forget the pineapple pizza condemning, all into a single, simple syllable, us,  that seems to make sense of everything and anything. Forget butterfly, the whole damn zoo is stampeding inside his stomach and his heart is a stuttering mess.

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Shiro: *is talented, top of his class, an incredible leader, and has saved the universe*

Matt: why is it that they are called memes? Me-me, although not pronounced like it? Does anyone remember who came up with that? I believe someone just saw the comments section and how everyone was saying “me” and simply thought it was called a meme. We, as a civilization, have evolved enough to witness the genius that is the meme. We must use that powers for good, Shiro. It’s what that poor kid who first called it a meme would of wanted.


Shiro: what did I ever do to deserve you?


→ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader / Namjoon x Reader
→ Genre: fluff, smut, angst, humor
→ Words: 2,659
→ Rated: NC-17
→ Warnings: language, sort of unintentional sexual innuendos

→ Summary: A text message sent to the wrong number turns into a long lasting affair between two people completely opposite one another. 

→ Note: Ok, so the interim parts are gonna be from Jungkook’s POV (to show how intertwined their lives are without them knowing) and I hope you remember the last paragraphs from the first part since they kind of hold significance in an early conversation in this one lol. Thank you for reading, hope you enjoy! :) 

(Also, these parts aren’t that important really (but this one is). They’re mostly because I love to write from everyone’s POV to make things more complicated lmao I’m sorry)

Parts: 01 : interim : 02 : 03 : coming soon


  • jungkook pov

Quick question
Is it socially acceptable to just get up and leave a discussion?
Maybe punch someone on the way out?

It takes a little bit of courage to send it, but when he finally lets his thumb press the send button and the message flies away with a sort of satisfying whoosh, he smiles and pushes it down the pocket of his tight jeans. He thinks it’s a little ridiculous, but it feels nice to message her again. It’s been three days after all.

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Actress Gabourey Sidibe On Anxiety, Phone Sex And Life After ‘Precious’

Sidibe’s break-out role was in Precious, Lee Daniels’ 2009 film about a girl who is sexually abused by her father and physically abused by her mother. She speaks with Terry Gross about landing the title role despite the fact she didn’t have acting experience, overcoming anxiety and depression as a kid, and what it was like to work for a phone sex hotline:

“It was good practice for this interview right now! … You think that phone sex is about getting the caller off, but it’s about keeping the caller on. It’s about leading with your personality and making sure that they’re still listening and they’re still interested in you, because you cannot make money when they hang up. … They pay by the minute, and I get paid by the minute. …

[The company wouldn’t] hire you if you had no ability to make your voice white, because that’s who the men on the phone wanted to talk to. … The company was [run] by 95 percent plus-size black women. It’s so interesting that … we were all plus size and these men would not normally be into us, and if they were it’s a fetish or whatever. …

So it’s very strange to go from undesirable, into the office, you clock in, and [they say,] “I love you so much. I’ll call you every day” … but they think I’m white. … You think you’re talking to Megan Fox, but you’re talking to Precious. Look how dope and fierce and amazing and smart and genius we are to fool you into thinking that we’re the opposite.”

anonymous asked:

Shen pls,,, do u have a p5 fic rec list,,, pls im dying i love pegoryu i need more

*rubs hands together*

And by that I am gonna recommend 3 that you should give a definite read.

If you watched my last video you would know that I already recommended a fic called ‘if 2 phantom thieves were on the moon and one killed the other with a rock would that be fucked up or what’ written by mellofricker

This fic is a Message based Fanfic which is absolutely genius, hilarious and very… very relatable. The characters are all spot on and if you want a chuckle out of it… dude this is the fic for you.

Another good fic which is also really really cute and funny (sadly short but worth so very much worth the read) which is called ‘Rate My Persona’ by aliencereal and it revolves around Ryuji reaction to the different Personas Akira recieves. It’s cute and very gay 

Now if you want to cry I got the perfect fic to you because listen up… I decided to read this last night while I was in bed and it was the worst idea in my life because I LITERALLY CRIED MYSELF TO SLEEP 

The fic is called Gimmie Loveand is written by carlyraejepsen. Akira decides to make some Ramen for Ryuji who, at that moment, starts thinking of his mom and starts slipping into a panic attack. It heavily focuses on Ryuji’s relationship with his mom and his supressed feelings for Akira and BOI LET ME TELL YOU….. it’s really good….

If you guys want more fic recommendations just hmu bois

Hello friends. 

Do you love Bellarke? Of course you do. It’s great. 

Are you getting tired of waiting for it to become canon and to bask in the glory of kiss edits that are not the product of photoshop? Of course you are, you’re only human. 

May I point you in the direction of The Expanse?

‘What is The Expanse?’ you say. Oh, just a show that is vastly superior to the 100 in almost every way (I would say every way but since they haven’t hired Bob Morley yet, well you know….) 

Sci Fi. Logical world building. Plot that isn’t driven by characterization being slaughtered left right and center. Oh, and a little ship called Nolden. Aka the ship that Bellarke should’ve been. 

Naomi Nagata (played by the amazing Dominique Tipper). Genius WOC who saves everyones asses all the time with her tactical brilliance and tenacity. 

James Holden (played by that fire guy from sky high everyone attracted to boys had a crush on growing up Steven Strait). Captain struggling with the impossible situations he’s been thrust into, as he tries to protect his crew while still keeping his soul intact and the universe from imploding. Oh and with a voice that is ‘like riding down a beach by a gravely road during the greatest sunset you’ve ever seen’. (sound like someone we know and love?)

Enemies (ish) to friends to lovers in space. Obviously this is a spoiler, but I feel like I need to tell you they’re canon. And they have maybe one of the best first kiss scenes ever. Also some serious trust, respect and Co-Leaders who depend on each other to get through impossible situations. 

Not to mention actors getting to keep their accents (Dominique’s cute british accent 😍), Chrisjen (you’ll learn soon) and found families (!!!!)

If you have Amazon Prime the first season is there free. Or if you’re not in the US, it’s on Netflix We’re halfway into the second season now, so you’re not that far behind. 

Watch it. Enjoy the amazing canon ship. Then thank me. 

Trust Issues PT.2 - Jay X Reader / Harry Hook X Reader

Originally posted by mr-gus-the-mighty

Check out Part 1 here

Words: 3,891


A/N: Part 3 anybody? Just lemme know xx

Drew had prepared for every scenario. He had rehearsed your kidnapping thousands of times in his head, eager to avenge his father’s banishment and refused to let you get away. If tried to run his shadows would chase after you, you tried to scream he’d find away to shut you up for good. He smiled smugly to himself as he dragged you away, kicking and squirming as the “friends from the other side” tugged you across the forest floor.

I have the perfect plan He thought to himself, as you approached what you presumed was a voodoo shack, purple smoke pluming from a thick chimney breast in the centre of the makeshift roof. You squeezed your eyes shut, not even wanting to see the nightmarish reality that you were about to face. You heard him chuckle.

Drew had really prepared for every scenario. But he hadn’t counted on was a pair of sapphire eyes encased in a thick layer of black eyeliner, watching every single step.

Harry stepped out of the shower, toes flinching as they touched the chilled ceramic tiling of the floor, a puddle of water dripping and collecting in a pool as he grabbed for a towel. He turned off the dial, silver and metallic, until only a few lukewarm drops fell from the shower head, the towel now safely tucked around his waist, his bare chiseled torso exposed. The pirate strutted into his dorm room, whistling a familiar melody as he ran his hand through his damped hair, his limp sodden fringe dripping in front of his eyes. Then, just as he reached for a shirt, he abruptly stopped.

“What the bloody hell?” He whispered under his breath to himself, cocking his head towards his window and charging over to it.

Clearing the condensation the pirate gazed out, stopping for a moment to process what he was seeing.

Y/N. Y/N on the ground. Y/N with Drew towering over her. Y/N being dragged away.

The son of Hook was only speechless for a few seconds, the bewilderment turning immediately to anger.

“Get ye fucking hands off of her ye bloody coward!” he screamed, despite knowing no one would hear him, pounding his fist on the window pane in frustration. He had always hated the Facilier boy, even on the Isle he would sneak around, always on his own scheming about revenge. Even for a VK he took it too far. The dread only really set in when you disappeared completely from view.

“No no no no no no…” Harry hissed in panic, grabbing a shirt and pants as quickly as he could, pulling them over his body as he sprinted out of his bedroom “There’s no way ye going to take her laddy!”

Harry never really bothered with Auradon Kids, he usually looked out for other villains and was never one to play the hero. Yet somehow, despite being Jay’s girlfriend Harry had always felt a connection to you, platonic yes, but a connection all the same. If there was one thing everybody knew about Harry; don’t mess with his friends.


“Shit, I’ve messed up, I’ve messed up big time, I’ve lost her!”

Jay was pacing around his room, Carlos, Mal and Evie sat sheepishly on his bed, looking at each other with desperate looks, neither one of them knowing exactly what to do in this situation. Evie spoke first.

‘Look Jay, I’m sure you’re over exaggerating things are going to be just fine”

Jay glared at Evie as she finished her sentence, running his hand nervously through his long ebony hair.

“No” he said through gritted teeth “Things won’t be just fine.  I’m telling you I fucked up”

“What exactly did you do?” asked Mal reluctantly; her words slow and quiet, trying not to push him over the edge. It was harder than it sounded

The three stared at Jay with curious expression, the son of Jafar shrinking in on himself as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, the wash of anger quickly replaced with guilt and shame.

“I- I don’t want to tell you guys. I’m telling you, it’s not good okay”

“It can’t be that bad” reasoned Carlos, trying to draw the truth out of him “Just tell us what you did”

Mal nodded in agreement and Evie just smiled reassuringly at Jay. He took a deep breath and stared down at the floor.

“I kissed Lonnie”

The room was deadly silent – the others trying to let their brains process what they had just heard.

“I take it all back,” whispered Carlos shaking his head “This is bad, worse than bad. It’s.. it’s…”

“Dick move, Jay, dick move” Mal sighed, shifting her position to sit up slightly.

“And to think I defended you” added Evie disappointedly, her voice saddened “I just – I don’t get wh- Why did you do it?”

Jay looked up at his friends as if he was about to cry.

“I honestly, honestly don’t know. I love her, I love Y/N so freaking much and I, I can’t even try to make excuses. I was all wrapped up and it happened in the heat of the moment and I wish, I wish more than anything I could take it back but I can’t. And the worst part is, she was one of the only people to see more as just Jay from the Isle, more than just the flirt, more than just the villain, more than just the-“

Jay was interrupted.

Swinging his head around the door way, Gil and Uma behind him, Harry Hook flew into the room.

“We need to go! Now!” He yelled, out of breath and clasping at his chest as he spoke. He’d run the entire way.

“What? Why are you in my ro-“

“Ye not listening to me” the pirate growled “We’re running out of time!”

He charged back towards the door, waving his hook in his hand as he panicked more and more.

“I don’t understand” Carlos began.

“You don’t need to” replied Uma, almost sounding bored, “Just follow us, unless you want precious little Y/N to disappear for good”

The core four stopped what they were doing as soon as Uma mentioned you. She didn’t sound exactly thrilled about coming to your aid; Harry clenched his fists and set his jaw, shaking his head at his captain and the others.

“Look do none of ye get it! That’s it I’m going on my own. If ye never see Y/N again don’t come crying to me”

Harry was halfway down the hallway when his words sunk in, the core four leaping from their seats when they heard the mention of their friends name, catching the pirate up and pulling him back.

“What do you mean Y/N? My Y/N? God you mean my Y/N don’t you? What’s going on?” demanded Jay, squaring up to Harry who was glaring at him as though he was the devil incarnate.

“Ye bloody girlfriend has been kidnapped and every second you hold me back is a second she gets further away”

Jay dropped Harry’s arm and took a step back, recoiling as though he had been punched in the stomach.

“He bloody took her into the woods” Harry continued, brushing his clothes down as the VK’s assembled.

Jay didn’t say anything but ran ahead of the pirates, already on the Tourney pitch, staring up at the forest with vengeance and longing. He needed to get to you. And fast.

“Who took her?” Evie asked gently, placing her arm on Harry’s shoulder, who was pacing back and forward, tapping his thigh in frustration with the tip of his hook.

“Facilier” was all he said, but it was enough.

Evie sighed sadly and nodded her head.

“That voodoo freak isn’t going to know what hit him” Mal hissed, storming after Jay with a sense of determination, the others following behind her

Soon they were all there: Harry, Gil, Uma, Carlos, Evie and Mal, all carrying weapons, preparing to fight for their friend. Harry tossed a sword in Jay’s direction and bumped his shoulder.

“Let’s go get ye girl back”

They’d been in the woods for at least an hour before they saw it, alternating between sprinting and walking, scouring every tree, every inch of foliage for any hint as to wear you would be. Things weren’t looking great, and the group had been going in circles for so long they were starting to feel dizzy, night fall slowly creeping up on them.

“For the last time, we’ve been this way four times. Who put you in charge Shrimpy!” Mal whispered maliciously, glaring daggers at her sworn enemy.

Uma flinched at the nickname, but refused to break her nonchalant composure.

“Oh I’m sorry little miss ‘I’m going to marry a king, abandon my roots and live happily ever after’ I forgot that navigating your way around a dark forest was your specialty”

“Who the hell even invited you here Uma, you don’t even like Y/N” Mal continued.

The sea captain opened her mouth to say something but was cut off.

“I did!” Harry shouted “And I suggest ye try and focus on finding Y/N rather than acting like a spoilt little p-“

“Hey! Leave my friends alone! I’m still struggling to understand why you care so much” snapped Jay coldly, turning on the pirate “It’s not even like Y/N really liked you”

Harry turned to Jay in the moonlight, his eyes ablaze with an angry concoction of spite and hatred. His jaw clenched and his fists tightened around his sword.

“Ye know I’m finding it harder and harder not to find a reason to hook ye Jay” Harry whispered with a quiet madness that was hauntingly chilling “Do ye care to remind us as to why Y/N was out on the pitch in the first place eh? Or would it be easier to ask Lonnie”

“Harry!” Carlos yelled “Too far”

Jay looked as though he was about to lunge at Harry’s throat, tensions rising with every passing second you were away from them

“Can we all just stop screaming at each other for one minute? I don’t know about you guys but I want my best friend back” Evie said, talking to the confused bunch of teenagers surrounding her.

“And how do you propose we do that genius?” Uma spat.

“Um guys” the son of Gaston called out, lagging behind slightly as he caught up to the VK’s. “I think I found a clue”.

It was Gil of all people that noticed your clue. A flash of emerald material you had torn from your dress, snatched on the brambles of a bush, hoping somebody, anybody would recognize it as your own. Bless Gil’s heart, he may not have been the sharpest knife in the draw, but he sure was observant. The boy gave a goofy smile as he handed a muddied swatch of fabric to Jay, before stepping back to join the other two pirates.

Jay rubbed his finger over the material, before stuffing it in his pocket.

“It’s hers isn’t it?” Evie cooed.

Jay nodded.

“Well then” Harry said breaking the silence and regaining his composure “We must be on the right track”

They were.

You had left more fragments of your dress across the wood as you were dragged away, leaving a trail for your friends to find. Soon the unlikely rabble of rescuers approached the mud clad shack where you were being held. The walls of rough sodden planks were haphazardly wonky, allowing brilliant streams of technicolor voodoo potions, to crisscross from the hut like a crazy tic-tac-toe board. Dirt and moss clung to the alcoves of corrugated iron roof that jutted out, bellowing dense violet smoke from its makeshift chimney.

“What the hell?” Mal mouthed, dropping back. Nobody really moved, just stood gazing at the odd building in front of them as if they were in a trance.

“What are you guys waiting for?” Jay yelled “She’s obviously in there”.

The others immediately sprung into action, charging forward, weapons raised above their heads, desperate to get you back.

“Doors locked!” Carlos yelled to Jay.

Harry looked at the son of Jafar and the two nodded at each other. They both stood in front of the group and ran at the door, feet flexed and kicked it down. There was a deafening clatter of broken oak, an orchestra of loose screws as the door fell to the ground. Pale moonlight tricked through the opening of the door frame, lighting the crevices of the hideaway, the door a shattered heap of splinters lying on the damp, dismal floorboards.

The VK’s peered inside, reluctant to enter, confused by the lack of conflict. It was too quiet – an eerie kind of nothing, stretching out for too long, completely and utterly silent. Until suddenly, it wasn’t.

“Oh really guys, don’t you know how to knock”

The voice was snide, arrogant almost and laced with taunting. Drew appeared before the group, his eyes glowing purple, a new obnoxiously large pendant swinging around his neck.

Immediately, Harry ran at him, reaching to grab his throat, jabbing his hook against his chest.

“This is all just one big game to ye isn’t it ye freak. What have ye done to her”

Drew’s eyes widened with alarm momentarily but then settled back to their usual evil glare.

“I’d get your hands off me, if I were you Hook” The voodoo boy laughed, despite the pirate’s face pushed close to his.

“And why would he do that?” asked Jay angrily, standing beside Harry with the others close behind him.

“Because,” Drew laughed coldly “I’m not alone”

As soon as he said the words, every single light in the shack went out one by one, every brightly colored spark dulled into nothing. A cloud blocked the moonlight, plunging the forest into darkness, the last light source the glowing pendant around Drew’s neck, which promptly dissipated into nothingness

“What’s going on guys?” asked Carlos nervously, his voice wobbling as the group squashed into an anxious huddle.

“Weapons at the ready,” Uma whispered “He can’t hide in the dark forever”

“Turn around” Mal said.


“Everybody turn around, back to back. We don’t know where he is, it’s better to be covered from all angles”

So they did. The group of VK’s formed a tight circle, their backs pressed against each other, swords in their shaky hands. It was becoming un-nerving, standing in the darkness, waiting for something, anything, to happen.

“Stop hiding you coward! Come and get us!” yelled Jay eventually.

There was another eternal silence but it was eventually broken my manic laughter.

“That’s all you had to say Jay. Your wish is my command”

All the lights turned on at once, the room flooding with a blinding light that caused the VK’s to squint their eyes, throwing their hands in front of their faces instinctively. Slowly they dimmed to a dull flicker, revealing Drew wrapped in an ominous shroud of shadowed figures.

“I think it’s time my little friends made an appearance,”

“EVERYBODY GO!” Harry shouted, just as Drew threw his hands forward in command, launching the shadows in the group’s direction. They had a split second before they reached them, a split second before they were launched into a full on battle, the shadows warping and shifting into vicious opponents, intent on destroying the VK’s.

Carlos was the first that they reached, knocking him to the ground immediately, grabbing his ankles and hurling him across the floor. Gil and Uma latched on to his shoulder, refusing to let go and hauling him back in their direction, slashing at the darkened silhouettes with their swords as Carlos tried to wriggle free from their grasps.

“A LITTLE HELP HERE!” screamed Uma, who signaled towards Mal. The daughter on Maleficent was beside them almost instantly, delivering the final blow with her sword, scattering the shadows and sending them slinking away. Nobody had chance to say a word before more of Drew’s ‘friends’ threw themselves at them, Carlos scooping himself off the floor and joining the other in battle.

Harry swung at two shadows hovering around him, his sword hurling backwards and forwards as he attempted to shake the figures from his ankles. He pierced one of the shadows with his hook, sending it away screaming an ungodly shriek, before slicing the other, the pirate running over to help Jay who was swarmed by a mass of the monsters.

Drew stood smirking in the midst of it, eyes and pendant alternating from chartreuse, to fuchsia, to cobalt then finally settling back upon purple. He sent a steely gaze back into the hut, staring at your limp body in the corner of the shack, tied up and gagged eyes wide with fear. Drew sniggered almost tauntingly at your apparent horror.

In that split moment, Harry met his eye, clocking his pointed stare. He knew for certain he was looking at you.

Evie grunted, glossy blue hair floating behind her as she took a swing at another shadow, ducking as another flew over her head. The group where becoming increasingly overwhelmed, heading back to Jay who beckoned them over.

“New plan,” he whispered to Harry, once the pair where back to back “I’m going for Drew, you cover me”

The pirate nodded. Jay hit a shadow with his fist, the figure latching on to it, only disappearing when Harry slashed at it furiously.

“I know where he’s keeping Y/N. We both head for Drew, I leave ye to finish him off while I’ll grab yer girlfriend. Plan?” Harry whispered back.

Jay’s eyes lit up at the mention of your name but darkened again instantaneously.

“It’s the best we’ve got Hook”

The two broke for the rest of the group, heading for Drew who stood away from the commotion, guarding the entrance to the shack, like a rabid dog. He stared at Jay with disgust, rolling his eyes as the son of Jafar approached him.

“You son of a b-“

“Jay! How lovely of you to introduce yourself, would you care to join precious little Y/N or are you going to shut your mouth”

“Who the hell do ye think ye are Facilier”

“If you’ve hurt my Y/N in any way I swear I will end you Drew.”

Drew laughed, playing with the voodoo necklace around his neck, glaring back at Jay with menace.

“I’d like to see you try”

Drew lunged for Jay, grabbing him by the shoulders and trying to push him to the ground. It was a bad move. Drew was by no means puny, but Jay easily outweighed him by about twenty pounds and soon Drew was on the floor, Jay pinning him down, his hand against his throat.

Harry rushed into the hut, whilst Drew was preoccupied, bounding towards you and cutting the rugged ropes around your hands and feet with his hook. You sighed as soon as the gag was discarded, coughing and spluttering before breaking down into Harry’s arms. He held you in a protective embrace, wrapping one arm around you defensively, the other grasping at his sword shielding you from whatever danger would be thrown at you.

“You guys found me, you actually found me. Oh god where is everybody? Are they okay?”

“Shh Shh Shh, it all going to be fine Y/N, Jay’s sorting it. Just try to calm yer self down”

He rubbed your back soothingly, like you were a small child awakening from a nightmare, only it was far far worse.

“Jay?” You questioned, confused.

“Yes, Jay”

Back outside of the hut, Jay was screaming in Drew’s face, using every ounce of willpower not to beat him into a bloodied pulp.

“GET OFF OF ME!” He yelled, trying to throw the son of Jafar from on top of his chest.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER?” Jay screamed back.


Drew’s pendant began to glow again, the shadows shifting from their battle with the VK’s to head towards Jay, ready to throw him from their master. Jay clocked on immediately.

“Oh no you don’t!” he hissed, grabbing the voodoo necklace and crushing it between his fingers, tossing the splinters of broken wood back in his face. Drew’s eyes flickered with terror, knowing exactly what would happen next. As if a switch had been flicked all of his shadowed friends vanished, plucked from the scene and transported back to the other side. Evie, Mal, Uma and Gil dropped their weapons, running into the shack, to join you and Harry.

“Not so tough now are you Drew!” Jay bellowed “Without all of your little friends”. He hit him in the face once, cutting his lip and causing his nose to bleed. Drew spat in his face.

“You always have been stupid Jay,” Facilier laughed “Just wait until you’re reunited with your precious little Y/N, you’ll be in for a real treat”

“What?” snapped Jay, unable to understand what Drew was insinuating.

“My friends  can be very persuasive and let’s just say during her visit to the other side we made a few… changes”

A surge of panic shuddered through Jay’s whole body.

“Y/N!” he called out, hitting Drew one more time and knocking him out, jumping to his feet and joining the others.

“My god Y/N!”  He gasped, running towards you “What did he do to you?”

The other parted, leaving him room to wrap you into a tight embrace, nuzzling his head into your hair and sighing. He cried a little, a single tear of neither happiness nor sorrow, squeezing his arms around you without waiting for a response. For a moment, everything was perfect, you were his girl again and everything was back to how it was supposed to be, simple and comforting.

But then that moment ended.

With flat palms you pushed the son of Jafar away from you, slinking away from him as far as you could.

“Who-who are you?” You trembled, panic and alarm gripping your body and making you shake.

“What? Y/N? What do you mean? It’s Jay, it’s me Y/N, it’s okay it’s me Jay” He ran his hands through his long hair and followed you step by step, trying to meet your eye.

“I-I don’t know who you are. Get away from me!”

It was like a punch to the stomach. You hid yourself behind Harry as your boyfriend stood there stunned, the others gasping and trying to contain their concern. Jay went into panic mode.

“Y/N it’s me” he tried desperately “I love you! You love me! I’m your boyfriend Y/N! Come on, you know who I am, you’ve got to!” The last sentence came out more like a question than statement Jay got closer and closer to you, Harry trying to prize you from his own body.

‘That’s not true” you said bluntly, the edge of fear in your voice suddenly gone “This is my boyfriend; Harry. I don’t have a single fucking clue who you are”

The pirate looked at Jay. Jay looked at the pirate.

Things just reached a whole new level of fucked up.

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Sparks Chapter 1

Originally posted by pxggycxrters

Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other members of the avengers team.

Word Count: 2.1K

Summary: y/n a member of the Stark scientific research team meets Bucky after waking him up from cryo sleep. She fits him with a new arm and a friendship begins to grow

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendship and then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 66 pages. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

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