plus she's had plenty of chances to notice him and never has

Bygones of the Sun | 06 (M)

Originally posted by hobismole

Genre: Angst/fluff/(future)smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au

Pairing: Reader x Hoseok

Length: 6.7k

Summary: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.

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You placed the cap back on your red lipstick and put in your makeup bag. You gave yourself another look over in the mirror and took a deep breath. You had no clue as to what the night might bring, all you knew was that you were going to be seeing someone that you had seen in a really long time. 

Not that you didn’t want to see them, it was just that you were on tour and they were working on their own thing, so there wasn’t really time to see one another. 

And that was always the problem. Well, one of the problems. See, you had been in love with someone for years, but there was always shit getting in the way preventing the two of you from being together. 

It’s not like you hadn’t tried, it’s just that all those tries failed. Eventually, you two just decided to be friends because it just wasn’t meant to be anything more. 

Or so you thought. 


Harry paced backstage of Saturday Night Live. He had so many emotions going through his mind at that moment. He was both nervous and excited, and not just because of the show or his performance. But because he had invited you to come. 

When he reached out to you about coming to see him in New York, he was worried that you wouldn’t come. He was always worried that maybe, you were with someone else. 

Harry never moved on from you. His heart still ached for you. He wished things in the past were different, but he couldn’t go back and change them, but he could hope for a better future. 

By working on his solo material, Harry realized that if he really wanted something, he needed to go for it and make it happen. He couldn’t just sit around and wait for it to come because there was always a chance it wouldn’t. 

“How are you feeling about tonight?” Jeff asked while Harry was getting his hair done. 

“I’m alright,” he said from the makeup chair. “I’m just ready to get out there.” 

“Is Y/N coming?” He asked. 

Harry looked over at him when he said your name. “Yeah, she is. She has a show tomorrow night at MSG, so she’s in town and said she would come.” 

“Do you think anything is going to happen between the two of you or are you  strictly going to be friends?” Jeff smirked. 

Harry sighed. He had no clue. Looking back at all of your meetings in the past, things usually ended up in either your bed or his. It was hard not to, when you two who wanted to be together, hardly ever could. But tonight, was the first night in ages that you two had seen or even spoken really. And the last time was the two of you saying to just be friends. 

All Harry did know was that he couldn’t wait to see you and that maybe there was some hope that you two could find a way to be together. 


When your car arrived at the studio, you were shown to your seat and you noticed a familiar face. It was Nick, one of Harry’s best friends from London, plus you had been on Nick’s radio show plenty of times. 

“Oi, look at little miss Y/N,” he smirked walking over to you and giving you a hug. “How have you been? How’s tour going?” 

You laughed. “It’s going well, but I’m exhausted. I’ve been on this tour for over a year.” 

“Damn, it has been that long hasn’t it?” he asked. 

“Yeah, it has. I’m honestly ready to just take like a month long vacation,” you laughed. 

“Can I come with? I can just pre-record a shit ton of morning shows for my time slot,” he joked. 

“Sure, I could use some company,” you laughed. 

“I’m sure Harry would take you up on that offer,” he smirked. 

“Um… Maybe,” you coughed. 

“So, what’s going on with you two anyway?” He asked. 

“Nothing. We haven’t even seen each other since last year,” you said. “Since before I went on tour, actually.” 

“Well, he must want something to go on between you two, I mean why else would he invite you here. This is a huge night for him,” he said. 

“I know that, but…” you sighed. 

“He really likes you know, no scratch that,” he said. “He fucking loves you. He always has, he gutted him when you two decided to break it off permanently.” 

“That was over a year ago, Nick. I’m sure he’s moved on…” you sighed. 

“Y/N, I’m his best friend and trust me when I say, he hasn’t,” he whispered. “And I’m pretty sure there’s no moving on from the one you know deep inside your heart that you’re meant to be with.” 

You sighed leaning back in your seat. You couldn’t respond to Nick’s statement because the producers let out the signal that the show was about to start. 


The first major skit of the night was up next and they had set it up like a Family Feud episode. You weren’t sure how many skits, if any, that Harry was even in. The actors came out onto the stage and you squinted a little when you noticed one of the guys that walked out. 

“Is that-” you said pointing to the guy standing next to Jimmy Fallon. “Is that Harry?” 

“The one and only,” Nick joked. 

“Oh my god,” you laughed. “He almost doesn’t look like himself and actually looks like Mick Jagger,” 

“Yeah, I think he took the comparisons a little far,” he laughed. 

When the skit finally started, you were crying you were laughing so hard. It was a commercial break, so you took out your phone and decided to take some selfies with Nick. 

“Can I put you on me snap chat?” he asked. 

“Sure,” you laughed. “What filter should we use?” 

“The bunny one,” he said quickly. 

You laughed and took a few pictures with him. The show came back on and it was time for Harry to perform his song for the first time. You had heard the song plenty of times over the last week, not only on the radio, but you had it on your iTunes and you were streaming it. 

You really loved the song and you couldn’t wait to hear it, along with the rest of the world. 

When Harry started singing, you found yourself smiling. You were so proud of him and watching him do what he loved, and performing a song that meant a lot to him, was amazing. 

The rest of show was great and at the end when everyone came on stage for the goodnight and applause, you stood up next to Nick and you both started jumping around and cheering. 

Harry had looked over in the direction of the noise and laughed when he saw Nick and blushed a bit with a smile when he saw you standing there too. 


After the show, you and Nick went backstage. And while Nick was practically running with excitement to see his best friend, you were feeling really nervous. Your mouth was dry and your hands were a bit sweaty. 

Nick didn’t even bother knocking on the door, he just went straight on inside. He practically pulled you through the door and you laughed. 

“Mate, you did great!” Nick said. “Oh, and Y/N’s here,” he said pushing you in front of him. 

Harry had been in the middle of changing. He was in a different pair of trousers and his new shirt was in his hands. A lot had changed since you last seen him, and it was just a few new tattoos and a haircut. 

Harry looked over at you and smiled. “You came,” he said. 

“I did,” you nodded. “Nick’s right, you did amazing. I’m really proud of you.” 

“Thank you,” He said. “You uh… you look great,” 

“Thanks,” you smiled tucking a loose hair behind your ear. 

You weren’t sure what happened, but someone how all the people that were in the room when you arrived had slipped out leaving just you and Harry. 

“Do you have any plans tonight? Or morning, technically?” He laughed. 

You shrugged. “I was just going to go back to my hotel.” 

“Would you want to come to the after party with me?” He asked. 

“Um, sure. I’d like that,” you smiled. “I’ve been to a few share of SNL after-parties, they’re always memorable.” you joked. 

“Oh, so you don’t want to go for me?” He asked with a smirk. 

“Well, I mean, maybe a little,” you shrugged.

He laughed. “I’ve really missed you,” he said. 

“I’ve missed you too,” you said. 


When you got to the after-party, Harry had to make some rounds to meet with some people, so you decided to go to the bar and get a drink. 

You knew a few people at the party, so you were talking to them for most of the time. It was getting late and you weren’t sure where Harry had gone. You sighed deciding that it was better if you just went back to your hotel. You grabbed your bag and headed towards the door. 

You saw Nick hanging with Jeff and some other friends, so you went over to him. 

“Hey, um, I couldn’t find Harry, so if you could just tell him that I had to leave,” you said. 

“Are you sure?” Nick asked. 

“Yeah, I have a show later today,” you said. 

“Okay, it was great catching up with you tonight,” Nick smiled hugging you. 

You nodded and pulled away before heading out the door. You got into the car and they took you to your hotel. You got up to your room and quickly took off your heels. You sighed rubbing your feet when you sat on the bed. 

You were exhausted. All you wanted to do was just crawl into bed and sleep until the show tomorrow. You got undressed and climbed under the blankets. You were just about to fall asleep when you heard a knock on your door. You groaned and got up putting on your robe and walking to the door. You stood on your tip-toes to look through the peephole and you saw Harry standing there. 

You unlocked the door and opened it. “Hey, what are you-”

“Y/N! I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t mean to just leave you like that. I had only planned to talk to a few people, but then when I went to go back over to you, I kept getting stopped. Then when I finally was able to get away, Nick told me you left,” he sighed. 

“Harry it’s okay. Tonight’s your night. I wanted to stay, but it was late, so I came back to my hotel,” you shrugged. “You don’t have to apologize for it.” 

“Yes I do,” he nodded. “I invited you and didn’t even spend time with you.” 

“You had more important people to talk to, it’s okay,” you said. 

“No one is more important than you,” he whispered looking into your eyes. 

You felt your cheeks turning red and you were thankful for the dimmed lighting in the hallway. 

“Look, inviting you tonight wasn’t just about SNL or me performing for the first time,” he said. “I wanted to talk to you, really talk to you.” 

“About what?” you asked. 

“Everything,” he whispered. “And now, I’ve gone and fucked everything up because it’s late and you’re tired. You have a show later today and then I leave tomorrow and you’re still on tour, there’s just no fucking time to do anything.” 

You could tell he was really upset with him and you knew that knowing he wanted to talk to you about something was going to keep you up, so you didn’t care how late it was anymore. 

“Hey,” you said taking his hand. “We can talk now. I don’t mind. I’ll be fine, we don’t have anything planned during the day, so I can catch up on my sleep, then.” 

“Are you sure?” he sighed. 

“Yes, now come in.” you said pulling him inside. 

You shut the door behind you two and then you followed him over to the bed and sat down. 

“So, what did you want to talk about,” you said playing with the tie on your robe. 

“I meant what I said earlier tonight, I’ve missed you,” he whispered. “And I know that we agreed to just move on and be friends, but that obviously didn’t happen. We’ve gone over a year without really talking and I hate it.” 

“I know, there were plenty of times I wanted to call you, but I didn’t,” you sighed. 

“I did the same thing,” he said. “And looking back now, I really wished that I had because maybe we wouldn’t have missed out on so much time together.” 

“As friends you mean?” you asked. 

“As friends… as something more,” he whispered. 

“We’ve been down that road before Harry,” you sighed. “We get together and everything’s fine for a few weeks maybe months, but then shit happens and we end it before it even really began. That’s why we agreed the last time would be the last time.” 

“I know…” he whispered. “But I haven’t been able to move on from you and I don’t want too. I love you, Y/N. I’m in love with you, I have been since I was 19, when we first got together. Things were crazy then and we were too young all those times, so we just ran away because we didn’t want to face it. But I want you and I’m ready to face whatever shit comes our way. I don’t want to look back twenty years from now and wonder what if you were the one who got away.” 

You bit your lip as you looked down. “Do you have any idea on how much I want to say yes because I haven’t moved on either and I’m in love with you too, but I don’t know if that’s the best thing for us.” 

“Why not?” he said. “We both love each other and want to be together, shouldn’t that be enough?” 

“It was never enough back then,” you pointed out. 

He sighed taking your hand in his. “But that’s the thing, this time will be different because of our past. We can learn from our mistakes,” he said. 

“But what if it doesn’t work out. I mean what if we’re different people, it has been a year since we’ve talked…and we’re still in the public eye,” you sighed. 

“But what if it does work out. What if we give this one more try and we’re together forever,” he whispered taking your face in his hands. “Isn’t our happiness and being together worth the risk?” 

You looked his eyes, something that you had dreamed about doing for so long. 

“Yes,” you nodded. “Being with you is worth every risk.” 

“So, does this mean…” he whispered. 

You nodded. “It means that we’re together again,” you smiled. 

Harry’s smiled so widely that his dimples were showing. “Can I kiss you?” 

“You better, I’ve only been waiting all night for you to do it,” you laughed. 

Harry laughed and pulled you onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned in to kiss your lips. As soon as your lips touched, every memory from your past together, every previous touch, everything you’ve ever felt for him came rushing back. 

Even though you had just been exhausted an hour ago, you were wide awake now. It didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen and for you to wrap your legs around his waist. His hands had moved from their place on your hips, down to your bare legs. He pulled away from your lips and moved down to your neck. You tilted your head to the side. 

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he whispered. 

“No,” you said. “It’s okay. It’s been long enough, I don’t want to wait anymore.” 

Harry pulled away from your neck and looked at you. “Are you sure?” he said. “I didn’t… I didn’t come here for that.” 

You put your hands on both sides of his face. “I’m sure. I love you. I’m in love with you. We’re back together and I want you. I want to feel you and be with you. Like you said earlier, I have to leave in a few days, and we don’t know when the next time we might be physically together. But I mean, if you don’t want to…” you said. 

“No, I do. Trust me,” he said. “I just, I don’t have a condom with me.” 

“It’s okay. I’m still on the pill and I haven’t slept with anyone… since well…you,” you admitted. 

“Me either,” he whispered. “I’ll admit there were times I thought about it and I had the chance, but It felt wrong, so I never did.” 

“Then we both could really use this…” you smirked. 

“Yes, we can,” he smirked pulling you back in for a kiss. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and he brought you closer. The tie around your robe was becoming undone as the two of you continued to kiss and touch it other. 

“Let’s see what’s under here yeah? It’s been a while,” he smirked looking up at you as he untied it. He pushed the two sides of the robe apart and down your shoulders, revealing you wearing nothing a small pair of underwear. He cocked his eyebrow as he looked at you. 

You blushed. “I told you I was about to go to bed,” you defended. 

“Fuck, if I had known you weren’t wearing anything under that, except for these,” he smirked putting his finger in the band around your waist. 

You laughed. “What would you had done?” 

“I probably would have kissed you sooner,” he smirked. 

You laughed and unbuttoned his shirt. “It’s only fair,” you smirked pushing it down his shoulders. 

You leaned back in to kiss him as you ran your hands over his chest and shoulders. It didn’t take long before he flipped you over onto your back. You laughed pulling him back down for a kiss. 

“I wanna take this slow,” he whispered. “I just want to savor every fucking moment,” he said as he kissed down your neck and chest. 

He kissed down your stomach and kissed down your legs as he took off the remaining clothing that covered your body. He stood up at the end of the bed and undressed before joining you under the blanket. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. 

He smiled into the kiss as he ran his hands up and down your sides before moving them down your legs. You gasped as you felt his fingers working on you. 

You could see the smirk on his face and you rolled your eyes. You felt the wave of pleasure come over you as your breath quickened and you couldn’t keep yourself from being a bit vocal. 

Once you were down from your high, he looked down at you. “Ready?” he whispered. 

You nodded. He smiled and slowly pushed into to you. You both laid there for a bit without moving, just enjoying that moment. Soon, he started moving at the slowest place and you matched him beat for beat. 

He put his forehead on yours and you two looked into each other’s eyes as you moved together. “I love you,” he whispered. 

“And I love you,” you smiled. 

You didn’t know how long it had been when you both finally reached your edge. Harry rolled off of you before laying next to you. He wrapped his arms around you and you cuddled up with him. Both of you were trying to catch your breath and were covered in sweat. 

He kissed your head as he ran his hand up and down your back. 

“Will you come to my show?” you asked. “I can put you and your friends on the list.”

He smiled. “Of course, I’ll come.” 

“Good,” you smiled. 

“I’ve missed coming to your shows,” he admitted. 

“You still could have gone,” you said poking his nose. 

He laughed. “I know, but I was afraid it would have been too hard.” 

“I know what you mean. I was nervous about last night, seeing you for the first time in a while,” you whispered. 

“Thank you for coming, not only because we were able to talk, but because it meant a lot to me for you to be there,” he whispered. 

“You’re welcome,” you smiled. 

He kissed you quickly. “You should probably get some sleep,” 

“You’re gonna stay right?” you whispered. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” he smiled. 


Later that morning, when the sun was up, you woke up to Harry, not in the bed. You pouted confused looking around. His clothes were still there, so he hadn’t left. You then heard the shower turn on. You smirked to yourself and after waiting a little bit, you walked into the bathroom and joined him in the shower. 

“Did I wake you?” he said putting his hands on yours when you wrapped them around his waist. 

“No,” you said. “I woke up on my own and saw you weren’t in bed, then I heard the shower.” 

“I forgot I was supposed to have breakfast with my friends,” he said. “We were gonna do some shopping and stuff.” 

“Ahh,” you said. 

“I would love for you to come, but I know you have your show tonight,” he said turning around to face you. 

“Yeah, I’m probably going to take a bit of nap after I eat something,” you said. 

He smiled. “But I’ll see you at the show tonight.” 

“I know, I know, but I don’t want you to go,” you pouted looking up at him. 

“Trust me, if I was a shit friend, I would just blow them off, but we had these plans made for a while,” he sighed. 

“It’s okay. I understand,” you smiled. 

“And we still have a little bit of time left before I have to head back to my hotel and change,” he smiled wrapping his arms around you. 

You both quickly took a shower before getting out. Harry got dressed in his clothes from the previous night and sat on the bed with you. You put your head on his shoulder and wrap your arm around his. 

“When are we gonna see each other again after this?” you sighed. “We just got each other back and we only have hours left before we’re apart again.” 

“Hey, let’s not think about that right now,” he said putting his forehead against yours. “We can figure all that out after the show.” 

You nodded.

“I better get going,” he said. 

“Okay,” you said. 

He smiled and leaned in to kiss you. You smiled into the kiss before you pulled away. 

“I’ll see you tonight,” he smiled. “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” you said. “Oh, and text me or something on how many that want to come.” 

“Will do,” he said. “Bye baby.” 

“Bye,” you smiled. 

Harry grabbed his jacket and walked out of the room. You sighed as you laid back on the bed. You couldn’t believe that in a span of less than 24 hours, you and Harry were back together and you were already so happy. You just hoped it stayed that way for at least a while.


When Harry got back to the hotel, he had about 10 minutes to change and meet everyone down in the lobby. He knew they would be asking questions about last night, and he just hoped he could keep his emotions in check to not be obvious about what happened. 

Harry was going to wear a buttoned down shirt, but he realized there were a few new additions to his chest from the previous night’s events. He smirked to himself as he remembered it, but then quickly turned his thoughts to something else before he had a huge problem, you weren’t here to take care of. 

He then decided on just a regular t-shirt and grabbed some boots to put on. He got his keys and phone before heading out of the hotel room to meet everyone. 

Most everyone was already down in the lobby by the time Harry arrived. 

“About time you decided to show up,” Nick said. 

“I’m right on time,” Harry defended. 

“Yeah, but you’re always ready to go before everyone else, yet you’re the last one to arrive,” Jeff smirked. “Late night with a little someone?”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Don’t we have some breakfast to eat?” He said walking into the restaurant of the hotel. 

“Didn’t eat enough last night?” he smirked. 

“Watch your mouth,” Harry said. 

“It was just a joke,” he laughed. 

“I don’t need you talking or joking about Y/N and I’s sex life,” he said. 

“Oh my god, so you did!” Nick smirked. “I knew that you two couldn’t resist each other. Does this mean you two are back together?” 

Harry groaned. “What’s with all the questions?” 

“Okay, you can’t hook up with your ex, who you’ve  been like obsessed with for years, and just go silent!” Nick said. 

“Yes, I can,” Harry smirked grabbing a menu and opening it, almost has if he was trying to block out the questions. 


While you were eating your breakfast, you took out your journal and started writing down some words. By the time you had finished your food, you had an entire song written down. 

You knew that what you were about to do would be risky, but for right now taking risks meant you could be happy and living your life. 

You called up your band and told them to get to the venue a few hours earlier than the show because you had a song you wanted to work on for that night. 

Once you got all of that situated, you set the alarm on your phone and then went to sleep. 


“So, I know we were supposed to go out tonight, but uh Y/N invited us to her show,” he coughed. 

“Ooh,” Nick smirked. “I take it we’re going?” 

“Well, I’m going, and then I guess whoever else wants to go,” he said. 

“I’m going! I love me some Y/N,” Nick smirked. 

Harry laughed. “Sometimes I think you like her more than me.” 

“Well, she is prettier,” he joked. 

“That’s true,” Harry laughed. 

“So, you’re really going for it again, huh?” Nick said. 

“Yeah, I love her and she’s the one I want to spend my life with, so why not?” Harry smiled. 

“I’ve never heard you talk about someone like that before,” Glenne said. 

“That’s because I’ve never had a reason to talk about someone else,” he shrugged. “I met Y/N when I was 19 and really liked her and for some reason, she liked me back. We started dating a few months after we met and things we great for a while, but I was touring, she was touring, the media had a fucking field day with our relationship and it just got too much. So, we ended it a week before our one year anniversary and then a few months after that, we ran into each other again and tried it again, but shit just went downhill again. We were always fighting and having to defend our relationship. My Mum and sister kept asking me if what was going around in the media was true and I just let their doubt get in the way,” he sighed. 

“Did that not like her?” She asked. 

“No, it wasn’t that exactly, I think they were just worried about me getting hurt,” he said. 

“That makes sense,” she nodded. “How do you think they’re going to feel about the two of you getting back together?”

He shrugged,” I don’t know, but I know they want me to be happy and Y/N makes me happy,” he smiled. 

“Well, we’re happy for you and can’t wait to meet her tonight,” Glenne smiled. 


Harry and his group of friends arrived at the venue. They all were able to go in a back way and while everyone went to find their seats, Harry went to look for you backstage. 

You were getting changed into your on stage outfit when Harry knocked on the door. You walked over and opened the door, smiling when you saw him. He instantly wrapped his arms around you and picked you up in a hug. 

You giggled. “How was your day?” You asked. 

“It was great, but I missed you,” he pouted. 

“I missed you too,” you smiled. 

He smiled leaning down to kiss you. After a bit, he pulled away, “You’re so beautiful,” he said. 

“I know,” you joked. 

He laughed putting you on the ground and he walks over to sit down on the couch. 

“So, where is everyone else?” you asked. 

“They went to their seats,” he said. “I wanted to come see you before the show.”

“I’m glad that you did,” you smiled. 

“Y/N, ten-minute warning,” one of your crew members said poking their head into the room. 

“Okay,” you nodded. 

“Hey, Harry,” she smirked. “Welcome back,” 

“Thanks, Jess,” he laughed. “Well, I better get to my seat, so I don’t miss any of the show.”

You nodded. “After the show, you and everyone can come back here.” 

“Sounds good,” he said wrapping his arms around you. “You’re gonna smash it out there,” he smiled. 

“Thanks,” you smiled puckering your lips. 

He laughed leaning down to kiss you again before pulling away and heading out the door. 


The entire show so far had gone amazing. The crowd was loud and energetic and you could see Harry with a bright smirk on his face as he watched you. You were a bit nervous because the song that you had just written this morning was up next. 

You put your microphone on the stand and grabbed yourself some water to drink. 

“Okay, how are you all doing tonight?” you smiled. “Are you having fun?” 

The crowd screams and jumps up and down. 

“So, uh, this next song is a brand new song. It’s not on any album or anything. In fact, it’s so brand new, I literally just wrote it this morning,” you said. “Now, you’re all probably thinking, why are you about to do that? Don’t you need time to work it out and rehearse it and what not?” 

“Well, yeah, usually,” you laughed. “But I started thinking about how music, doesn’t always have to be perfect and it never truly is. Nothing is perfect. And that’s sort of what the song is about, it’s about how something might not be perfect or fine all the time, but you shouldn’t let it keep you from experiencing it. My band and I rehearsed this song all day, so hopefully it won’t be horrible,” you laughed. 

The crowd goes silent a bit, but a few voices make it through cheering you on. The music starts and you stand up to the microphone. 

“Face me. Take me. Save me, don’t try to change me. Face you. Take you. Save you, I won’t try to change you,” you started off. 

“Yes, Yes,” you sang softly. 

“Here’s my body that I’m giving to us. Here are my arms that’ll hold us up. Here’s my life dedicated to love. I’ll try to give you everything you deserve and I can’t promise that’s gonna be fine. Here I am if you’re ready to try, here’s my tears when you tell me those words, here’s my life, for better or worse, for better or… yes, yes.” You sang at the end of the song. 

The crowd went insane and you had the biggest smile on your face. You looked over at Harry and you could see him smiling as big as you. He knew that song was written about him and about your relationship. 


Once the show was over, Harry and his group of friends, went backstage. When you got off stage, you went a changed out of your sweaty clothes and put on something more comfortable and dry. You sprayed some dry shampoo in your hair and touched up your makeup before heading to meet everyone. 

They were all talking to one another and Nick saw you first. “There she is!” he joked. “The lady of the night!” he said running over and giving you a hug. 

You laughed hugging him back and Harry turned around. “Oi, hands off my girlfriend,” he said. 

“Shh, don’t tell him about our love affair,” he joked. 

“He’s only jealous because you’re not hugging him,” you giggled. 

“Hey! I’m right here you know,” he said. “I can hear both of you.” 

“We weren’t exactly trying to keep it from you,” you laughed. 

Harry rolled his eyes with a smile and wrapped his arms around you. “You were fucking amazing,” he whispered. “Bloody brilliant.” 

“Thank you,” you smiled. 

“And that song… wow. It was everything.” he smiled. 

“I’m glad that you liked it,” you smiled. 

“I loved it,” he said. “Ready to meet everyone?” 

You nodded. Harry took your hand and gave it squeeze before walking over to the group. He introduced you to everyone and they seemed to really like you because they invited you out with them. 

“Actually, Y/N and I already have plans,” Harry said. “We have some things we need to talk about before she leaves in the morning.” 

“Oh, you have to leave tomorrow?” Jeff asked. 

“Yeah, I have a show in DC tomorrow night,” you said. 

“Well, have fun you two,” he said. 

“Yeah, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Nick smirked before leaving with the rest of the group. 

“So, do you want to grab some food?” he asked. 

“Yes, I’m starving, but we can just grab something quick and go back to the hotel,” you said. 

He nodded and wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you walked out to your car. After stopping to get some Chinese food, you both go up to your hotel room. 

You were leaning up against Harry as you two ate. “Tomorrow morning’s gonna come too soon.” you sighed. 

“I know,” he whispered kissing your head. “But we’ll see each other soon. I have to fly back to London to rehearse and film a tv spot, but after that, I’ll be free for a bit so I could fly out to meet you on tour,” he smiled. 

“Really?” you asked. 

“Yes,” he nodded. “I don’t really have any promo to do until it gets closer to the release date of my album, so I’ll have a few weeks free. I mean I’ll probably have to fit in some rehearsal time with my band, but your tour is over in a month or so right?” 

You nodded.” Yeah, my final show is at the end of May.” 

He smiled. “And then once you’re done with tour and I’m finished with a shit of promo, we can take a nice little getaway together,” he whispered. 

“That’d be wonderful,” you smiled. “I need a getaway.” 

He smiled. “I bet you do.” 

“Know what else I need?” you smirked turning around to face him.

“What’s that?” He asked watching you move toward him. 

“You,” you whispered before leaning into kiss him. 


The next morning came early when your alarm went off. You sighed cuddling up to him. He yawned kissing your head and rubbing your back. 

“What time do you have to leave?” He asked. 

“7 am, so we have about an hour left,” you sighed sadly. 

“Let’s order some breakfast and then jump in the shower while we wait,” he said. 

You nodded sitting up in the bed, holding the bed sheet over your bare chest and grabbing the phone. After you placed the order, you both went into the bathroom for a quick shower. 

When you were done, you dried off and changed into some yoga pants and hoodie. You packed everything in your suitcases and sat down to eat breakfast when the food arrived. 

After you ate, Harry wrapped his arms around you. Tears were threatening to fall and it didn’t take long before they did. Harry sighed. “Baby, don’t cry,” he whispered. 

“I’m trying not to, but we’ve already been apart for so long and this wasn’t enough time,” you sniffled. “I know we’re going to see each other in a week, but still. I feel like I just got you back and now we’re going to be apart again.” 

“We’ll talk every day. We’ll facetime. This week will go by before you know it and I’ll be on tour with you and we’ll have every day together,” he whispered. 

“Promise?” you whispered. 

“I promise baby,” he smiled putting his forehead on yours. 

Unfortunately, it was time for you to leave. Harry grabbed your suitcases and loaded them onto the cart. He tipped the bellhop to take them down to your car. 

Your car was parked at the back of the hotel, which meant that you and Harry could privately say your goodbyes before getting into the car. When you got down to the car, Harry wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tightly against in him a huge hug. 

“You better call me as soon as you get a chance,” he said. 

“I will,” you smiled. “And you better call me when you get back to London.” 

“Don’t worry, I will,” he smiled. 

You two embrace for a little bit longer and he leaned down to kiss you. You eventually pull away. “I love you,” you whispered. 

“I love you too baby,” he smiled. 

You get into the car and head to the airport. 

You were still scared about getting back together with Harry, but you would rather be terrified of what could happen, then miserable because you would always wonder what if. You just hoped that this time, things would be different, better and you would finally get your happily ever after that you both deserved. 

**** The song referred to is Yes by Demi Lovato! :) 

Hope you enjoyed this One Shot! :) 

Friends on the Other Side

The Isle had many quirks that most would find pretty disturbing if not outright disgusting. The way the sun never seemed to shine through the dense fog or the fact that the air always tasted slightly of iron; may it be from the exposed pipes or from the “questionable” dark stains that sometimes covered the walls in the small island. On good days, it reeked slightly of sweat and hot garbage. On the bad, well, there’s really no point on wasting time talk about literal waste, is there?

All these little details made the Isle an endearing home for those who lived there. Like the fungus that grew on almost every surface, it grew on its inhabitants. Forcefully. With a sledge hammer. Or a wand if you want to be technical.

In the twenty-some years that the Isle had first come to be, no one had managed to escape. Not even the toughest or the scariest of the lot could find a way to stick a single toe across the barrier that kept them trapped inside. It wasn’t until six months ago when the new king of the United States of Auradon proclaimed a new “project” of sorts to integrate the children of villains into their high society of pampered poodles. Only after the first four, no word had come back about taking in any more kids. Figures.

Most grew angry, bitter at the small speck of hope they offered before brutally crushing the dreams of the few handful of kids who wanted nothing more than to be chosen next. It was all they showed on tv or played on the radio stations in the Isle. Mal, Jay, Evie, and Carlos getting everything; all the food and clothes they could want and even a damned education that didn’t involve a basic how to on spiking a stranger’s drink. They were supposedly the worst of the new generation of villains yet they were the first to be rewarded refuge?

The hate and resentment that laid dormant for so long within the children festered. Gangs regrouped and violence resurfaced tenfold. At first it was a ploy to get attention from the other side to remind them there were still kids here, waiting. But still nothing came out of it. Even after a short outbreak of a terrible illness that swept through the Isle did nothing to hurry them along. But even then, it was the people in the Isle who were called cold hearted and vicious.

And yet, seeing three of the four traitors did nothing but bring a cold smile on Frank’s face.

“Well I’ll be damned,” Frank laughed. The teen leaned against the wall, relishing as the four turned their heads every which way searching for her. Besides the slight tan and a little weight gain, the three seemed to have gained, they looked just about the same as before they left.

They looked good. “Out of all the fun surprises I expected today, this was not one of them! And Carlos, my boy! Did you grow an inch?”

“I’m not your anything,” Carlos called out on reflex.

“Show yourself,” Jay said at the same time. Frank laughed but did as he asked anyways. She smiled when the four turned in her direction, looking perplexed as the shadows seemed to move with her.

“Frankie,” Evie greeted with a hesitant nod.

“Oh none of that sugar, we old friends aren’t we?” Frank extended her arms, an invitation for a hug but soon dropped them when no one moved to embrace her. “Well, that’s a bit rude. Woulda thought them Auradonians or whatever would have taught you all a speck of kindness.”

“Frank,” Jay said with an irritated sigh. The teen cocked her head to the side, wondering what has got them so wound up before her attention settled on the one boy she did not completely recognize. His clothing screamed Isle but his stance said something entirely different. At first Frank waved him off as one of Uma’s quieter lackys. She seemed to gain a new one every minute so Frank gave up on trying to remember who’s with who. It wasn’t until the bra shifted closer into the light that it hit Frank why he looked so familiar.

“Hold the phone, boo,” Frank said, her tone dropping from her almost warm tilt to an icier one. “This whole time I’ve been thinking the King would take us little folk to his side of town, not the otha’ way around.”

“Not by choice, I assure you—” the King tried to say before Frankie lifted one hand to stop him.

“It be nobodies choice to come here, I assure you,” she mocked. “What, here to handpick the next little ones for your project? If so, I can point my finger at any direction for you to start looking.”

“U-um no, that won’t be needed, thank you. We are actually here for—”

“My mistake then, however, if I may ask, when exactly will the next group be chosen. Forgive me but some people have grown… impatient as you could imagine.” The King looked pained at her question. The tension between the five thickened as the other four shifted uncomfortably. A moment of silence passed before Frankie nodded in understanding. “I see.”

“No, no! I swear I was planning on crossing more kids over! It’s just—”

“Your majesty,” Frankie sneered, effectively cutting off the boy once again. The other three Isle kids looked about ready to jump to his defense but a quick look from Frank had them backing off. “I knew I shouldn’t ‘ave gotten excited about yous new decree but I did. Same with plenty a other children down here on this island. You know we got about six working telly and radio channels here and all of them is about you. About yous and Mal going on dates, fining and dining the most luxurious of meals with them heroes we youngins have somehow wronged just by being born. Even planning a fabulous party with every last one of them; we heard all about that too. Well, you can imagine we have grown a little sour at being forgotten.”

Frankie relished in the shame that crossed on each of their faces. She had grown with the idea of revenge tasting as sweet as the southern tea her father told her about once. Though as quick as that feeling came, it didn’t last long. This particular flavor of tea turned out more bitter than sweet. She shook her head and stepped back away from the King. She didn’t even notice herself advance towards him in the first place.

“You should go,” Frankie whispered. “Before Uma or one of hers figures out y'all are here.”

“We can’t leave without Mal,” the King bravely said, though Frankie did catch a slight quiver in his voice. Good, he got the message.

“Mal is here too, huh,” Frankie mused. “Figures all that commotion would be her.”

“What do you mean? Did you see where she went?” Evie asked. Frankie sighed and crossed her arms. She definitely saw where Mal went. She hadn’t known or cared much on who the devil on the purple steed was before and she couldn’t care less now. She gave them an unimpressed stare before rolling her eyes and turning her back.

“That information is something I cannot give.”

“Cannot or will not?” Carlos asked for clarification.

“Either? Both? Take your pick.” Frank knew she was being petty but the last thing she wanted to do was help them. The more she heard their voices the more she wanted to shout and scream, however, she wasn’t inclined to have the sort of attention that usually attracted after making too much noise.

“That’s fine,” the King said quickly before calling the former three Isle kids back. “That’s fine. Thank you, Frankie.” The sincerity in the King’s voice made Frank pause. That kind of kindness is something you could not fake plus, Frankie had never had anyone thank her before. Frank inwardly groaned as she turned to the four as the made their way down the alley, carefully sidestepping anything that would make a sound. It’s been months since Evie, Carlos, and Jay were on the Isle. They definitely wouldn’t know about the new traps that laid around these parts.

On one hand, if they were caught, Frankie knew they wouldn’t blab on her for not alerting anyone of their arrival. Which would be bad. They would be out of her hair and none of her concern but even Frankie wasn’t mean enough to let a stray puppy get itself killed, especially one with such a sweet face. That and if they, more so the King, left the Isle soon and went back to Auradon, her chances of being chosen may raise if the King owed her a favor or two.

“Wait,” she called, her face pulled as though in pain. The four turned to her in confusion and, to Frank’s displeasure, slight smugness. Those turds. “Don’t go that way.”

“Frankie?” The King asked unsurely.

“Yall havent seen the type of things hidden in the darker corners of this rat trap. They built some fancy new do dabs that almost ripped off my pa’s leg once. Some bastardized contraptions built from things found in De Vil’s tree home.” Carlos winced noticeably at that to which Frankie nodded. She gestured towards the opposite direction before walking away. Frank didn’t have to turn around to know the others were following her.

Despite the King never living on the Isle like the rest of them, he did a rather good job in staying as incognito as any other thug in training. Though there were a couple of times Frank or Jay had to push and pull him in the right direction. Nonetheless, the King would had made a fine henchman given the chance. That’s to say, if he worked a little on his arms. Damn noodles seemed sway in every direction when he moved.

“Your purple demon was lucky,” Frankie finally whispered.

“Mal? What do you mean?”

“She sped past here so fast, nothing had a chance to even nip at her ankles. That bike of hers sure is something.”

As they made their way towards the center of the Isle, Frank couldn’t help but notice how the four other teens moved together in sync. She was impressed with how the King was able to fit in with them as flawlessly as if he were Mal herself. It was no wonder why these guys were quick to warm up to him. Again Frankie stamped down the jealousy that arose in her. She never was one to accept or be accepted quickly. Even on the Isle where friends was a no-no there was still some type of camaraderie within the masses. Frankie, however, didn’t have that. Even Dizzy, the friendliest kid in the Isle acted weird around her.

She only had herself and her shadows for company and that was fine with her. Sorta.

“So Frankie,” Evie huffed as she hurried over to run beside her. “Anything new happen while we were gone?” Frankie considered the question for a moment. There was a lot she could say. She just didn’t know how to say it.

“You bet it did,” Frankie muttered. “You three changed the game.”

“What do you mean?” Jay asked. Frankie scowled back at him; she hadn’t noticed him approach.

“I mean what I say. After yous four gave up the wand, people back home got antsy. Saying they was gonna be the next ones to go and do your jobs. Pa told me if I got picked and did what you four did, he’d find a way to cross that barrier just to throttle me one last time before he got our friends to finish the job.” Frankie shuddered. She had no doubt that her pa would figure something out given the chance. “It’s a free for all now, people joining any gang just to stay alive.”

“That’s terrible,” the King muttered, horrified. The change of rhythm their feet made as they criss crossed around the dark alleys quickened. No doubt the others, including Frankie herself, wanting to put as much distance from others as fast as possible.

“I heard talk of Yen Sid getting worried too,” Frankie said thoughtfully. “He be sending messages every week now instead of once a month. Don’t think he be getting any replies either though.” Frankie didn’t expect for the King to reply to that. Which was the point of mentioning that last bit as the boy had the horrible knack of fraying her nerves. Just because he was cute and nice meant that Frankie was going to forgive the fool so quickly. Or at all for that matter.

“What about our parents?” Carlos hastily asked. That question made Jay and Evie stop in their place, causing the King to run straight into their backs. Frank looked back at the sudden noise and quickly shushed them all before pulling them into a dark corner when she thought she heard someone walk towards them. Frank bit her lip once the coast was officially cleared. She didn’t know how to answer that question either.

“Well,” Frankie started awkwardly. “With the big bad dragon gone, her goons just kinda linger around, not knowing what to do. I don’t see much of Miss De Vil but I heard from others that she doesn’t leave Hell Hall much but when she does… well, you could say mister Hook needed a new hook.”

“As for Jafar, he and my pa were on not good terms before because Jafar been taking things from his shop and vice versa. A few days after the wand fiasco Jafar comes over like his ass was on fire and destroyed my pa’s shop thinkin we took some of his. No one bothers him much nows.”

“And the Queen,” here Frankie paused for a moment. She glanced at the four kids staring at her intently before looking down at the ground. She hated playing messenger. “She don’t do nothing.”

“My mom? What do you mean she 'doesn’t do anything’?” Evie pressed.

“She don’t do nothing,” Frankie stressed out. “She won’t come out or even talk no more. Like a ghost. No one mess with her either. No fun when there’s no fight I hear.”

Evie looked close to tears as Jay pulled her into a tight hug. Even Carlos looked upset which was more than a bit shocking as Frank heard stories of Cruella treating her boy like nothing more than a slave. The girl looked away from the three teens. Showing this much emotion was another no no on the Isle but she figured they needed a little time to get a hold of themselves without a judging eye. Instead she looked at the King who merely appeared shocked at the news. Seeing as he wasn’t going to say anything to lighten up the frustration, Frankie quickly suggested they move again less they be caught by someone who held a grudge; which, honestly, was pretty much everyone on the island.

“That’s why we’re going through the back streets,” Jay concluded angrily. “So you don’t get caught with us. Or maybe you’re just leading us straight into the thick of the mob, huh?” Frankie’s eyes flashed with vindication. This is what she gets for helping? She snarled and moved to slam her fist in Jay’s stupid face but a someone pulled her back.

“Stop,” the King yelped. “I’m sure that’s not true, Jay.”

“You don’t know her like we do, Ben,” Jay hissed. “She’s Facilier’s kid. I thought it was weird she’d help us out without making some sort of deal. We shouldn’t have trusted her in the first place. She’s jealous we made it out and she didn’t. She’s nothing more than a con with a plan. Just. Like. Her. Dad.”

“Fuck you, man,” Frankie spat. She jerked her arm out of the King’s grip before shoving Jay as hard as she could. Jay didn’t look affected as he swung out his arm to catch Frank on the side of her head but the girl merely ducked and body tackled the taller teen onto the ground. Frankie heard the other three yelp and move out of their way as they rolled around the cobblestone ground, landing as many hits as they could before Frankie felt herself being lifted off the thief, or former thief now, entirely.

“That’s enough,” the King growled at them both. Frankie tried to pull herself out of his hold but the other teen kept a tight grip against her arms. It took both the effort of Evie and Carlos to hold back Jay. Frankie growled but eventually stopped struggling. This wasn’t worth the effort. Ben held her for another minute, making sure she was calm enough before letting go. He kept his hands hovered over the smaller teen for a moment just to be sure before stepping back completely.

“This was a mistake,” Frankie spat before turning her heel and walking away.

“Yeah,” Jay responded just as viciously. “It was.”

Frankie shook her head angrily. Just as she was about to turn the corner, she stopped. She wasn’t going to let Jay have the last words. She had genuinely tried, but even then it wasn’t enough. What made it worse was that Jay, someone who had been in her exact position for the last six months couldn’t put past his own prejudices.

“The way you four was heading was directly in the path of Jafar’s shop. His regulars hang out around that alley and no doubt would have told your pa for a quick buck. There’s also Uma’s gang you need to worry about. Her gang has grown, about a quarter of Shan Yu’s old troop, all armed with swords. The traps are real and are about the size of the palm of my hand. Tiny things can blow your arm off, I told you. That and not to mention nearly everyone on this island would love to get back at you all for the wand fiasco couple months back,” Frankie cast one last angry look at the four before pointing at a dented sign hanging above them. “We’re here by the way. I’m sure you remember how to use it.”

“Frankie!” The teen stopped mid step and turned her head towards the King, a deep frown still on her face. “Thanks.”

A few hours had passed since Frankie had seen the King and the three Isle traitors. Frank could feel bruises blossoming across her body. Luckily most could be hidden under her clothes however she still had to come up with an excuse for the one on her cheek bone. That is, if her father even cared to ask.

The teen huffed as she expertly shuffled a deck of cards in her hands. She glanced around the not too busy street for someone to play a game of cards with. There weren’t too many people on the Isle who chose to play with her. Everyone claimed she cheated; which was completely true but so did they, not as good as her obviously but they still did.

Frankie frowned down at her cards. Her deck of fifty-two were compiled from three different decks. She merely covered the backs with a thin layer of duct tape to hide their differences. The edges were frayed and the ink was faint but for the life of her, Frankie could not find good enough replacements. Looking at her shabby cards now and thinking about the group she had helped earlier left a acidic taste in her mouth. Life sucked.

“Hello, Frankie,” A voice drawled above her. Frankie glanced up with her eyes before looking back down at her deck. She shuffled the cards before dealing them out; two face up, two face down.

“Harry,” she greeted disinterestedly before looking up at the boy with a slight smirk. “Up for a game?” Harry shrugged before lifting the cards slightly with his hook.

“Hit.” Frankie placed a card face up. Harry smirked down at the cards before looking straight into Frankie’s eyes. “Twenty.”

“Natural,” Frankie replied immediately as she flipped all the cards face up to show the other the game.


“Always,” she dralwed. “What brings you over to my casino, Hook?”

“Uma want’s to see you,” Harry replied. He crouched down so he was face to face with the girl, a devilish smirk still playing on his lips. “And I’m afraid this time she won’t take no for an answer.”

“I ain’t interested in joining her crew, Hook.”

“We know. This is different and I’m sure you’d love to hear about it. We gained a new friend today. A royal friend.” Frankie’s mouth twitched into a frown before she could stop herself. Inwardly she screamed at herself for the tell as she saw Hook’s smirk grow into a wide grin. She shrugged, hoping for Harry to catch on that she didn’t care. If they really had the King and he squealed to them about her, she’d kill him herself. Though she didn’t worry too much, the King looked like a smart boy. He’d know better than to talk.

“Harry,” Frankie finally said. “You seem to be under the impression that I care.”

“Oh, of course not,” He practically sang. “Except that you should.”


“See, we know Mal is back on the island. We also know her crew is here too and guess who Gil saw leaving them in front of Maleficent’s old home?”

Double shit. Frankie huffed as Harry used his hook to trace the dark bruise on her cheek, the metal cold against the throbbing heat on her face. The fight must have been loud enough for someone to find them and of all people it had to be Gil to see it. The little shit would do anything to get on Uma and Harry’s good side.

“Let’s go,” Harry ordered as he pulled Frankie up from the old crate she used as a seat, the cards in her hand clattered on the floor. He held her arm at a vice grip as he dragged her down to the wharf, not caring if his hand left a mark or if Frankie was literally tripping over things and people to follow him. Luckily the trip wasn’t too far. They had used the main streets to get there after all. Frankie glared at everyone who looked at them; she should have stayed inside the shop today.

The crew laughed and cheered as they climbed onto the deck of the ship, Uma standing proudly in front of them all with her arms crossed against her chest. Frankie rolled her eyes at the power display before quickly glancing around for the King. Seeing him tied up on the ship’s mast did little to ease Frankie’s anxiety. He would be no help whatsoever in his current predicament.

“Frankie,” Uma called, her lips turned down into a little pout. “I thought we were friends.”

“Uhh, no,” Frankie said playing innocent. “I don’t got any of those. Fresh out.”

“Obviously, I mean look at you,” Uma said with a laugh. “Though to be fair I did offer you a spot on my crew.”

“You sure did. I also remember saying no,” Frankie leaned her top half towards Uma as though telling her a secret. “To tell you the truth, I get sea sick.”

“Well if we are telling each other the truth, how about you tell us another,” Uma shouted, hyping up the rest of her crew. The gang laughed and started to tap their swords on the deck. The ominous sound made Frankie inwardly cringe. This was bad. “You can trust us. Do you know him?”

Uma pointed at the King and Frankie begrudgedly turned to look at the teen tied to the mast. The crew were still stabbing their swords against the deck, taunting her to speak but Frankie kept her mouth shut. The King didn’t seem to know who to look at; her, Uma, or Harry’s hook that rested against her neck.

“Ok,” Uma finally said with an understanding nod. “I see you’re a shy one. I’ll just ask… King Ben.” the King looked startled at being named outright and jerked to attention. His eyes were blown wide as he frantically looked back and forth between the two girls.

“Ben, do you know this girl?” Uma asked kindly. “It’s ok to tell us. Making friends is a good thing, right?”

“No,” Ben finally said, his voice full of determination. “I don’t know her.” Uma nodded thoughtfully before looking back at Frankie. She stepped forward and gently twirled a piece of Frank’s curly hair in her finger.

“Well that wasn’t so hard, was it? I heard telling the truth to a group of friends made you feel good,” Uma said she yanked her hand away roughly and sneering at Frankie. “And since you don’t know her, then you wouldn’t be bothered if she went for a little swim! Harry!”

Harry sighed contently before he bellowed out a loud laugh. The hook against her neck was removed but before Frankie could so much move, a pair of arms hugged her from her middle, trapping her own arms against her sides.

“Aye, Aye Captain!”

Frankie’s eyes widened, her heart leapt to her chest as she fought against the other’s hold. She kicked her legs out and beat her arms against Harry’s chest but mourned internally as nothing seemed to affect him. The crew cheered them on, stepping aside as Harry walked towards the plank with her still captive in his arms. The teen grunted in pain as she was unceremoniously dropped on top of the plank, the bruises on her knees throbbing from the sudden collision. She shakily stood on her two feet and carefully turned towards the crew and Uma.

“Uma!” Ben shouted over the noise. “Don’t do this!”

“I don’t understand, your majesty,” Uma responded innocently as she inspected her nails uncaringly. “I thought you said you didn’t know her. Why do you care?”

“I do care! She’s still a person!”

“She’s from the Isle,” Uma said, finally looking at the King. Ben turned his focus on Frankie and watched as tears gathered in her eyes however she held them back as she glared hatefully at every one of the crew members jabbing their swords toward her. “People from Auradon don’t care about people from the Isle.”

“I do! I do care! I messed up! Forget this and I’ll fix everything!” Ben shouted. Harry jumped onto the railing of the ship expertly. The sudden movement making the plank and consequently Frankie wobble precariously He pointed his sword at Frank, forcing the girl to take a hesitant step back. “UMA!”

“Can’t hear you,” Uma sang.

“I know her!” Ben finally shouted. “I know Frankie!” Uma smirked down at her hand before loudly snapping her fingers once. Immediately all the noise the crew was making died down, well all except one.



Harry growled as he sheathed his sword and roughly pulled Frankie off the plank. The girl couldn’t catch herself in time from the sudden movement and fell onto the deck with a loud thud. She gave a shuddering breath as she looked back at the King, her face contorted in pain.

“Now was that so hard?” Uma cooed as she looked down at Frankie’s falled form. She stared down at her for a moment, ignoring the downright murderous expression the other girl sent her before snapping her fingers twice and pointing at the mast. There was no hesitation in following her silent order as three kids managed to roughly tie Frankie to the mast besides the boy King. Frank didn’t bother trying to squirm away this time.

“I’m so sorry,” the King whispered to her. Frankie didn’t look at him and stared at the barely visible barrier that flickered occasionally in the horizon. “Frankie.”

“Stop,” she whispered back harshly. “Just stop.”

“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” the King forcefully continued. He leaned his head back, exposing his neck for everyone around him. He didn’t try to speak much after that. The two watched as the crew walked around the deck, most impatient for some reason or another. It wasn’t until the King had enough of waiting when he finally brought Uma’s attention back on himself. Frankie let the two of them speak; She had nothing to say to the sea witch’s daughter. The King, however, was a different story.

“She’s right, you know,” Frankie finally said after Uma had turned her back. “Uma. She has the right to be mad.”

“I know,” the King replied hoarsely.

“They’re all mad. Me too. I didn’t think I could hate someone as much as I hate you and everyone else on the other side.” Frankie gave a shuddering laugh and shook her head slightly. “I wanted to leave this place so bad. I wanted what Mal and the others had. I was so… excited— for such a long time. Waiting for my invitation. Or for anyones invitation for that matter but nothing ever came. I told myself that I didn’t care no more. That I never cared, but who was I kiddin’? You tried to play Pan’s shadow and let me tell you, boo, I left my window wide open and nothing came out of it! For all the bad they teach us down here, I don’t think anyone here would be able to pull off something as vicious as what you did.”

“I-I’m sorry,” the King repeated, this time with more emotion. Frankie paused for a moment before finally looking up at the King beside her.

“Ain’t no apology gon’ fix this, your majesty.” The two fell silent once more. Neither wanting to be the first to speak after something like that. Frankie even dozed off for a while but was rudely awakened when the ropes around her began to shift. Her head snapped up and quickly turned toward the King but Harry was already pulling him away. The ropes tightened around her once again, causing her to groan slightly from the force put behind it.

Frankie tried to ignore the crew’s boisterous shouts as she looked around for whatever was causing all the commotion. She finally found it at the bridge to the ship in the form of the once all powerful, or at least the daughter of the “all powerful”, standing toe to toe with Uma. The two squared off, Mal only sparing a single glance in the King’s and, too Frankie’s surprise, her direction. Frankie leaned forward as far as the ropes allowed in order to see what Mal was holding in her grasp. She couldn’t make out what it was exactly but Frankie couldn’t help but feel ridiculous knowing they were squaring off over a fancy stick.

“The wand,” Uma said in lieu of greeting.

“Give me Ben first,” Mal said. “And Frankie.”

“What?” Frankie whispered in shock. No one heard her but no one needed to as almost every head swiveled towards her in surprise.

“That wasn’t part of the deal,” Uma laughed. “The wand for the King.”

“Huh,” Mal laughed, though there was no humor behind it. “You know me. I always want more.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” Uma snarled. “Hand over the wand.”

“Ben and Frankie first.” Uma sighed in annoyance before snapping her fingers. Harry was quick to drag the King over to the two but Gil seemed to have a little trouble figuring out the ropes holding Frankie down.

“Watch it,” Frankie yelped when the other teen’s blade got too close to her arm.

“Whoops.” Once free from the mast, Frankie was dragged forward, the squeaking from her boots as they dragged across the wooden floorboards awkwardly filling the silence that fell upon the whole group. Mal nodded contently once both teens were in her reach. Frankie felt Gil’s hands slowly let go of her arms before a sudden shout from Uma made him pull her back once more.

“Wait!” the captain shouted. “Test it first.”

“Always was one for dramatics,” Mal muttered.

“And nothing big or Ben here gets to swim with the sharks,” she warned. Mal didn’t look at all worried as she quickly glanced behind her to her gang. Frankie was pleased to note she brought Jay, Evie, and Carlos with her; along with another girl she didn’t recognize. However, the spell of relief shattered when she realized Uma’s crew still outnumbered them nearly two to one. Frankie caught Jay’s gaze and held it for a moment before subtly nodding in his direction. If there was going to be a fight, which she could feel that there was, their current bad blood would not help them in anyway. Luckily, Jay seemed to catch on and returned the gesture. Frankie then turned to Mal and watched as she toyed with the wand in her hand. The purplette turned and leaned on the railing, her eyes trained on some random mutt watching them from the ramp above. Frankie watched in bated breath as the other girl considered him for a second before pointing the wand at the pup.

“I know this sounds absurd, but turn this bark into a word,” Mal chanted before flicking the wand in some fancy pattern. Frankie actually recognized her father doing a few times before when he was deep in thought. It must have been a reflex because she was sure he didn’t even realize he was doing it. She never dared to ask him about it though. It was better to have some things unspoken in their household. Frankie and the rest of the teen’s present watched, simultaneously holding their breaths as they waited for something to happen. After a few seconds of silence, Mal seemed to get agitated as she regarded the dog once more. “Talk, dog.”

“Does this vest make me look fat?” Frankie blinked in shock, taken aback by the very human like voice that came out of the dogs mouth, er, muzzle. “Does anyone have any bacon?”

“Ha!” Uma laughed joyously before turning to Mal with a determined look on her face. “Give me the wand!” she demanded.

“Give me Ben!” Mal shouted back immediately afterwards.

“And Frankie!” the King was quick to add. Frankie couldn’t hold back a snort at that. It was pretty awkward being involved in so much drama. It would have been funnier too if she hadn’t almost been forced to walk the plank earlier; which was why she felt so awkward honestly.

“Cut him lose,” Uma ordered, not once looking away from the wand still in Mal’s hand.

“I never get to have any fun,” Harry muttered as he did what he was told. Frankie held her breath for the second it took for them all to figure out how the trade was going down. Just as Mal thrusted her hand holding the wand forward towards Uma, Frankie felt Gil pushing her from behind her. The teen nearly tripped forward but managed to catch herself on the railing with a little help from Evie’s steadying hand.

“Are you alright,” she muttered as she quickly pulled Frankie off the ship’s ramp.

“Never better,” she gasped out. Evie nodded before pulling her towards the stairs quickly. Frankie followed without hesitation and only sped up when she heard Uma’s shout of frustration behind her.

“Run now, Ben!” She heard Mal cry out. Unfortunately The teens didn’t get too far before Uma’s crew managed to escape the bright smoke that erupted in front of them before they were swinging their swords in their faces. Frankie yelped as on pirate swung their blade inches from her face. She would have been killed if not for the sudden instinct to duck her head at the last second.

“Frank!” The girl kicked her attacker in the chest before whipping around to face Jay. A short warning followed by a saber being thrown to her was all she got before she was suddenly stuck in a parry with one of Uma’s mates. The teen growled in her face, causing Frankie to lean back in disgust when a bit of spit flew out of his mouth. The teen huffed in agitation as she then ducked under the boy, using his weight to throw him over her shoulder and over the docks railing.

Frankie had no chance to recover from the short fight before another one of Uma’s goons was right on top of her. She quirked a quick smirk at the raging teenager, tossing her saber up before catching it in her left hand. Not one to be baited so casually, the new component rushed Frank with her sword extended to the sky. Frankie stood still, her saber posed upwards in front of her, right until the other girl reached her and swung down at Frankie’s head. Frank spun around the other girl, landing behind her, before kicking the back of her knees. She didn’t waste second after the other girl fell to the ground and slammed the hilt of her sabor on her attackers neck, knocking her out instantly.

“Hey! We gotta go!” Someone shouted from behind her. Frankie spun and gave the girl who came with Mal and the others a thoughtful look. The teen nodded and grabbed her extended hand, gasping in surprise as the other girl easily pulled her up to the next platform. Frank considered asking the girl her name but even she knew it probably wasn’t the best time for introductions. Just as the two girls were about to leave the warp via industrial pipe, another mini pirate in training jumped out right in front of them. He growled at the two girls as he pointed a sword at each of them. In return, the girl and Frankie shared a bored look. Sure wielding two swords looked cool but even someone without any experience using them could tell that the weight was seriously throwing the other teen off.

“I got this,” the girl muttered to Frankie. Frank only shrugged and took a step back, content with watching the new girl play with the pirate teen. She had to hand it to the princess, though. The way she moved and baited the guy was hilarious. The girl didn’t bother using her saber besides blocking once or twice. Instead she stayed an inch out of the pirates swings, easily dodging every move he threw at her.

“Impressive,” Frankie laughed.

“Thanks!” the girl said without missing a beat. “I’m Lonnie, by the way!”


“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Frankie.”

“…Same to you, I guess.” It didn’t take very much conversation for the pirate to listen to before he grew agitated by the seemingly uncaring way Lonnie fought him. He finally abandoned one of his swords in favor of dealing heavier attacks. Now Frankie could see the fight was finally a fair one. Too bad no one cared about “fairness” on the Isle. With the guy’s back turned toward her, Frankie used the opportunity to slink behind him and land a surprise blow to the side of his head. The teen dropped like a heavy sack of potatoes, garnering a surprised huff from Lonnie.

“Frankie!” Lonnie gasped in surprise.

“What?” she muttered. “You were taking too long.” The two stared at eachother for a moment before laughter broke out between the two. Stepping over the unconscious male, Lonnie pulled Frankie into a side hug before walking stepping into the pipe side by side. Frank had stiffened under the sudden contact but didn’t pull away from the embrace. Once they made it to the other end of the tunnel, the two broke away and made quick work with the tarp covering the limo. It wasn’t long before the other teens made their way to them and began to move around the car.

“Let’s go,” Mal shouted at everyone. Frankie stood near the end of the tunnel entrance, her hands fisted in the tarp she helped pulled off, with a frown on her face. She knew the others expected her to go with them. It would have been the smart thing to do but Frankie’s gut told her otherwise. A few hours ago she would have done anything to stow away in this car but now Frankie knew this wasn’t the right time for her to leave. She had to make things right first.

“Frankie we have to go,” the King said. Only instead of moving, the girl shook her head.

“I can’t,” she said. “Not yet.”

“We don’t have time for this,” Evie cried.

“I’ll be fine,” Frankie said. The others looked dubious, no one besides the dog moving to get inside the car. Frankie smiled before turning to the King with a slight incline to her head. “Let’s make a deal. I’ll go when I get a real invitation but only after you take the kids who really deserve to go as well.”

“Come with us and make sure it happens!” the Lonnie pleaded.

“No,” Frankie shook her head with a miserable laugh. “I don’t deserve to go. Not yet, at least. Take the kids who deserve it first then I’ll consider it. Until then, I’ll do my best around here to help get them ready. And Ben? Don’t make us wait too long.”

“…I won’t,” he swore. “I promise.”

“Good,” Frankie nodded. “Now go! It won’t be much longer before Uma and her crew get’s here!”

Frankie smiled at the group, waving off their concerned looks with a determined one of her own. Things were going to change around here and she was damned sure she was going to help it along herself; Even if it meant braving a pirate crew on her own. Though thinking about it, Frankie did know a few people who would be more than willing to help her cause if it meant getting off the Isle. Some persuasion would be needed but she was sure she could do it.

“Be careful out there, Frankie,” Evie told her from inside the car. “And don’t get into too much trouble!”

“No promises.”

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❝You will always be perfect in my eyes… ❞

Plot: Heechul and You two are best friend for a long time and you secretly like him but you feel like you have no chance with him because he has many other girl friends and one day he overheard you confess that you like him to one of your friend.

Pairing: Heechul x Reader

Words count: 1,6k+

Genre: Slight Angst , Fluffy

For anon, I hope you like it! 


Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

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‘Take a picture, Y/N, it will last longer.’ A voice teased you, snapping you out of your daze.

Shaking your head you smiled at the male before you, ‘My phone only has pictures of you, Chullie.’

‘Then you should consider yourself lucky to have all those handsome pictures.’ He ruffled your hair, ‘I have to get going, see you tonight for our weekly movie night?’

‘More like our weekly ‘Frozen’, movie night,’ You tease, earning an eye roll from the elder.

‘Oh how you know me so well,’ He pecked your cheek, ‘See you tonight.’

You and Kim Heechul had been best friends from the day you could possibly talk. You had met him on the play ground as a toddler and you two had been inseparable since then. Your relationship with Heechul was something of a normal friendship, but as you were getting older and wiser, you found yourself falling in love with him.

‘You are making this way to obvious,’ Someone took a seat next to you, ‘Like I am shocked he hasn’t even notice.’

‘Hello to you too, Kyuhyun,’ You looked at the younger in front of you.

‘Hey noona,’ He grinned, ‘You have to tell him sooner or later.’

‘I have no idea what you are talking about.’

‘Don’t act dumb, surprisingly, it isn’t cute on you.’

Panicking slightly, you looked at your watch and excused yourself, ‘Oh look at that, I have to go. Bye!’

Quickly grabbing you belongings you walked to your car. Shutting the door, you took a deep breath and rested your head on the wheel. If Kyuhyun was noticing, you wondered if Heechul did and he was just playing it off cool. Not wanting to over think things, you just drive home and get all the preparations for tonight. Duvets, junk food and some tissues because the sassy male that is Kim Heechul, always shed a tear during the film. All cosy in your onesie, you grab your phone that was ringing.

‘Hello?’ You answer.

‘Hey Y/N,’ Heechul asked.

‘Everything is set, are you on your way?’

‘About that…listen can I have a rain check on tonight?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I am going to have dinner with Hani, she just asked me and you know my rela-’

‘It’s okay, she is important to you and I get that. Have fun.’

With that you hung up and was reminded why you have never confessed to Heechul. He had plenty of female friends that were more suitable to being his girlfriend, much like Hani. She was beautiful, funny and an idol. Everything you didn’t consider yourself. Sighing, you looked at the cosy set up in front of you and couldn’t help but start tearing up.

‘Yah!’ Heechul shouted through the phone, ‘Are you ignoring me?’

‘Jesus calm down, you are going to make me deaf, Heechul.’

‘Then answer my question?!’

It had been a few weeks since Heechul sort of stood you up. Since that day you were very wary around him. You weren’t with him as much and you used to be but it was also because he had a busy schedule. But it wasn’t only physical, but also through the phone. Your long phone calls and text message conversations ended quickly or weren’t as long as they used to be.

‘I have just been busy,’ You were blunt.

‘So busy you can’t see me?’ He questioned.

‘Stop being so over dramatic,’ You rolled your eyes, ‘Plus I know you have been busy as well, aren’t you going out with Momo and Kyunghoon tonight?’ You were trying hard to not show that your voice was cracking on the other side of the phone, ‘I have to go, bye.’

‘What the hell?’ Heechul looked at the phone in his hand, ‘Did she just hang up on me?!’

‘Why are you talking to yourself, hyung?’ Yesung asked, walking into the studio, ‘Are you officially going crazy?’

‘Shut it, Yesung.’ Heechul snapped.

‘What has you all upset?’ Yesung asked with a raised brow.

‘It’s Y/N.’ He confessed, ‘She is ignoring me and I don’t like being ignored.’

Before Yesung could reply, Heechul had walked outside and hit your number again waiting for you to pick up. After a few rings, the call was finally answered, ‘Hello?’

‘Y/N?’ Heechul asked, pulling the phone to see the screen if he phoned you and not someone by mistake.

‘Y/N is in the bathroom.’ The voice was male.

‘And you are?’

‘Oh, I am Sawoo.’

‘And who are you Sawoo and why are you answering Y/N’s phone?’

‘She is just getting ready,’ The male chuckled, ‘We are going out for a date.’


‘Yes, should I take a message? Hello?’

Heechul cut the call and ran to his car. His blood was boiling because he didn’t like the idea of you going on a date with a man he had never met. Stepping on the gas he arrived at your apartment building. He waited for the elevator. He was frantically tapping his foot on the floor waiting for the doors to open. Punching in the code to your apartment, he swung the door open with a force that shocked both you and your date.

‘You,’ He pointed at Sawoo, ‘Leave.’

‘Sorry but-’


You looked at Sawoo with a sigh, ‘It’s fine, just go.’

‘No I will not lea-’

‘For god’s sake.’ Heechul grabbed him by the collar and all but threw him out into the hall way.

‘What the fuck, Heechul!’ You shouted as the door slammed, ‘What are you doing?!’

‘Me? I should be asking you the same question.’

‘Says the man who just threw my date out.’

‘Who is that man anyway?’ He pointed at the door, ‘First you ignore me for the past few weeks and now you are dating some person I don’t even know?!’

‘You are not my father, Heechul,’ You fold your arms.

‘You’re right, I ain’t, but I am your best friend!’

‘A BEST FRIEND THAT DITCHED ME FOR A GIRL!’ You finally screamed, and he looked at you in silence.

You were never a jealous person in general. You knew Heechul was comfortable with many women, but it was starting to affect you so badly that keeping him at a distance was the only way you could fight the urge from spilling your true feelings.

‘You said you were okay with it?!’ He pointed out.

‘Well I lied,’ You rolled your eyes, walking to the door and opening it ‘Now leave!’

‘I am not some commoner you can throw out, Y/N,’ He hissed, ‘I am not done here!’

‘Well I am, not get out!’ Pushing him out, you closed the door before he could come back inside.

Locking it, you could hear him punching the code frantically and trying to open the door. Tears rolled down your cheeks as he banged on the door wanting to enter. Shutting your eyes you sobbed in silence. Three days passed and you hadn’t spoke or even seen Heechul. You sat on your bed with boxes of tissues around you and your best friend consoling you.

‘Are you feeling any better?’ She asked.

‘Do I look any better?’ You asked, blowing your nose that you didn’t hear your front door open and close, ‘I hate this feeling!’

‘That’s what love is, sweetheart.’ She rubbed your back gently, a person standing slightly off to the left of your doorway, ‘You love him, don’t you?’

‘More then anything,’ You expressed, ‘More then a sibling…more then a friend’

‘Then tell him.’ She urged.

‘Yeah tell him.’ The person revealed themselves.

‘Heechul!?’ You both said in unison.

‘You mind leaving us alone for a little?’ He asked your friend.

Giving her a slight nod, she hugged you and left. Heechul was in a pair of black jeans and a large red sweater. He looked horrible and depriving sleep. His hair was a mess on his head as he walked towards the bed and looked at you.

‘What are you doing here?’ You asked.

‘So you like me, eh?’


‘Don’t lie, I heard your confession.’

‘Fine I like you, probably love,’ You threw your hands up, ‘There, are you happy?’

‘How long has it been?’ His voice soft.

‘Does it really ma-’

‘How long!’ His voice rough voice cutting you off.

‘A few months if not a year.’

‘Why haven’t you told me?’

‘Well forgive me Heechul, but why would I?’ You asked, ‘It’s not like you would have cared.’

‘How could I not care?’ Something sad in his voice, ‘I care for you, Y/N and I know that isn’t the truth to why you didn’t tell me.’

Sighing you looked down at your hands in your lap, ‘I was scared. You have all these beautiful woman around you all the time, whether they are friends or fans. I am not like them, I ain’t funny, sexy, talented….I am just me.’

‘Exactly,’ He took a seat on the bed, tilting your chin up to meet his soft eyes, ‘You ain’t any of that. You are smart and beautiful in my eyes. A few days ago when I heard you going out with another man, I didn’t like the feeling it gave me Y/N. I didn’t like the feeling of being shut out because I love you more then a sibling and a friend.’

Before you could even say his name, he claimed your soft lips. You were stiff at the sudden contact but soon melted into his touch. The touch that felt safe and comfortable. The touch that felt like home. Your eyes shut and the tears that threatened to fall earlier suddenly stained your cheek as you kissed him. His plush lips enveloped yours with a gentle touch. He pulled apart and wiped your cheek with his thumb before pressing your foreheads together and whispering.

‘You will always be perfect in my eyes….’

How Long Are You Staying For?-Jon Snow x Reader One Shot

Summary: Requested by annonymus: ‘Jon Snow imagine where you are Theon’s little sister and come to visit him, and Jon falls in love with you because along with being ladylike and graceful, you’re also a sassy and skilled archer and sailor. Towards the end of your visit, Ned announces you are staying as your father has betrothed you to Jon Snow, and Theon teases you about being married to a bastard but you don’t care cause you love him.’

Characters: Jon Snow x Reader, Theon Greyjoy x Reader (siblings), mentions of the Stark family

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name

Warnings: Sassiness, animal killing but fluff (kind of long-ish)


My horse strode through the open gates of Winterfell, giving me a chance to look around and see if anything had changed. I had not been here since I was a child, my brother and I separated for years. We were never close, he actually annoyed me to no end but he was still my brother. Our sister Yara sailed with me, though she wasn’t staying. She used the excuse that father wanted me to be escorted there, even though I was just a good a sailor as her. It was really because I was the youngest and the only one of the girls who acted as a lady should.

Once I entered the courtyard, I saw the Stark family along with my brother waiting for me. I hadn’t seen anyone for so long, it was strange to see how grown up everyone was.

“(Y/N) Greyjoy, my how you have grown.” Eddard Stark stepped forward as I got down from my horse, embracing me as soon as my feet touched the floor.

I smiled.“It is good to see you all again. I do not think I am the only one who has changed.” I took a rolled up parchment out of my cloak.“Also, I have a message from my father, he said it was urgent.

The formal greetings went by quickly, it was soon just my brother and I. Surprisingly he was being kind.

We hugged."How I have missed you sister.”

“You too brother. It has been far too long.”

As we pulled away, I could feel someone watching us. Looking to my left, I spotted Jon Snow, Ned’s bastard, already watching us. He had grown more handsome since the last time I was here. I had always found him alluring somehow.

“The bastard has been staring at you this whole time.” Theon huffed.

“And what is wrong with that?”

“He shouldn’t be looking at you in the first place. You’re much more important than him.”

I rolled my eyes at my brother. For a moment I thought he had changed and was genuinly kind.

“You haven’t changed.” I started to walk away from him and towards Jon who was putting away arrows from the archers before him.

He noticed me approaching, immediately bowing.“My lady.”

I curtsied.“We’ve already been through this Jon, you know you can call me by my first name.”

His tense figure relaxed a little.“Don’t you think your brother will be angry about that?”

“He treats me like a fragile vase, as if I’m going to break at any minute. Theon is probably riled up because he couldn’t find any whores to sleep with him this week.”

Jon was taken back by my statement but started to laugh.“Well you’re not wrong.”

As we laughed, Theon marched up to us. We tried hard to stop laughing, having to make do with a smile. Theon’s stern face only made me want to howl more.

“(Y/N), dinner will not be until much later on tonight. How about a ride into the Godswood with Robb?” he asked, obviously wanting me to get away from Jon.

“That sounds lovely, however, Jon must come with us.” Before he could protest, I turned to Jon.“Please come with us?”

He hesitated, but said yes anyway, much to Theon’s dismay.

The Godswood was truly beautiful, I had vague memories of this place. Robb was a sweetheart as always, keeping the peace between his half-brother and Theon. I rode beside Jon, not his to annoy Theon but for me also. He seemed such a nice man and I wanted to get to know him better, but a part of me knew that I probably wouldn’t ever see him again once I left; no doubt father was going to be arranging my marriage soon. However, it would be rude not to speak with him, plus I loved how it aggravated my brother.

Once we were deeper into the woods, we dismounted our horses, deciding it would be easier on foot. I giggled as the two direwolves brushed past me, eager to go running. They were truly magnificent creatures. As I watched them wander off, I didn’t realise that the men were crouched down behind some bushes, eyeing up a deer further up. They had gone silent, Theon preparing a bow and arrow ready to shoot it. Before he could even let go, another arrow shot low past their heads, causing them to whip around in shock, thinking it was an attack. They were even more surpised when they saw it was me.

“(Y/N)! When did you learn to shoot an arrow? Father will be furious.” he was angry he hadn’t made the shot.

I smugly walked over to him.“On the contrary brother, he would be very proud. Yara trained me herself, archery is my best asset.”

“I must say (Y/N), that was a brilliant shot. It went right through the deer’s eye.” Robb looked impressed, as did Jon.

Jon was told to collect the deer as Robb and Theon walked ahead. I stayed back, feeling bad that Jon had to do all the work just because he was a bastard. His direwolf, Ghost, sat by my feet also waiting for his master.

“You did not need to wait for me (Y/N), I would have caught up.” his hand petted Ghost’s head.

“I honestly do not mind. I killed the deer, I should have helped.”

“You’re a lady, you do not need to do such tasks.”

“You just saw me shoot that deer straight through the eye, do you really think I’m a normal lady?”

We spent another hour walking around, seeing if we could spot anymore animals for dinner that night. The only things we could find were some rabbits, though they already had plenty back at Winterfell. Again I was with Jon most of that time, we had a good conversation going until Theon would try to disturb it. I could see Robb trying to stop my brother from doing so, but he was a very stubborn person, much like myself.

Unfortunately we all had to part ways as soon as we arrived back in Winterfell. The feast was soon upon us and I had yet to get ready. For some reason my stomach was feeling strange, I didn’t feel sick, I felt….nervous? Why would I be nervous? What was there to be nervous about? Though it wasn’t a 'what’, it was 'who’?


That man was causing me to feel like this. I hardly knew him, could I really be falling for him? I never experienced any type of love, only reading about it in my books. My family had never been one to show admiration for each other, not like the Starks. The feeling grew stronger as I opened my door, expecting my brother to escort me, though to see Jon there.

“Oh, Jon. I thought Theon was taking me to dinner?” I asked, stepping outside.

“He seemed to be occupied with some women in the hall. I decided to escort you myself.”

I just smiled and looped my arm in his, hoping that the walk there would not be too short. It was hard to stop staring at him, I’m sure he noticed a couple of times. As we turned into the next corridor, my brother had just stepped out of the hall. His head darted about, landing on Jon and me. Again he was angry, crossing his arms as he waited for us.

“I was bringing you to dinner. I thought we might actually be able to spend some time together.” He huffed.

“I’ve been stuck up in my room for ages. Don’t pretened that you didn’t forget about me. It doesn’t matter now anyway, I’m too hungry to kick your arse.”

We all sat at the long table, Ned at the end with Catelyn by his side, then the children (including Theon and I) in age order. Jon was sat opposite to me, once again I couldn’t help but look at him sometimes. Out dinner was agonisingly slow, I may have been the most ladylike of our family but I really didn’t want to be there. My mind kept going back to Jon, I would find myself daydreaming. It was hard to concentrate on what anyone was saying.

Much to my relief, we were finally finished. As the servants took away our plates, Ned requested that everyone but Jon and I leave the room. We shared a confused look. Had we done something wrong? Had Ned seen me making heart eyes at his bastard son and wanted me to stop? My heart was beating in fright, Ned could be lovely most of the time but he was still Warden of the North; I didn’t want to risk getting on his bad side.

As everyone filed out, Ned took a swig of his drink, waiting until he was positive that the room was clear. Everyone had looked as confused as we were. The doors made a loud noise as they closed, echoing around the hall which somehow raised the tension.

“Come closer, you two.” he ordered. We raised from our seats to the ones right next to his.“I have an announcement that concerns that both of you.”

We stayed silent, waiting for him to go on.

“(Y/N), your father’s message was very important and clear to me. We have been in contact for many months now, after all this time we have finally made a decision.”

Jon spoke up.“And what would that be father?”

Ned smiled a little.“You two are to be married, so that the Starks and Greyjoys may become better allies.”

The three of us sat in silence. Jon and I were both shocked, not expecting something like this.

Ned continued.“I know that this is surprising for the both of you. Just know that you’ll be doing a great deed for our houses.”

He then dismissed us, not wanting to say more on the matter. Though what was there to say? Jon and I had finally reunited after so many years and were know I’m an arranged marriage. However, this was Jon we were talking about. My father could have made me marry a man older than himself, a cruel one at that. Jon was definitely not like that. Exiting the room, we saw Theon leaning up against the wall, smirking; he had clearly been listening in.

“Marrying a bastard are we?” He started.

“It would seem so.” I replied.

“Seems like father really doesn’t think about you that much if he’s letting you marry him.” he gestured to Jon as if he were some sort of filthy animal.

“You’re always quick to jump to conclusions. I don’t see any women going after you, even the shores stay away. Now if you’ll excuse my betrothed and I, we have much to discuss.” and with that I dragged Jon away.

Just like before, we linked arms, walking in silence this time to my room. Before it felt lovely to be alone with him, now it felt a little awkward.

“Jon, I-”

“Thank you for saying those things to your brother.” he interrupted me.

I smiled.“I wasn’t just saying those things because he’s my brother. I meant it you know?”

He smiled too.“I’m so used to that kind of talk that I just ignore it.”

“Well, that’ll change soon enough.”

“What do you mean?”

“We’re going to be married. I cant have my husband thinking less of himself than what he actually is.”

I want to be with you (young!Remus x reader)

Summary: You and Remus are in love but it’s not as easy as it sounds…

A/N: I’ve written that one in German a while ago and finally decided to translate it so I can share it with you! It’s a bit long, I know, but I didn’t want to rush or split it!

Word count: 4,003

(Y/N) = your name

Warnings: heartache, kisses, fluff


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anonymous asked:

I really love your writing, and if it's no trouble, could you do the rfa plus V and saeran with a MC who loves writing and wants to be a writer

Thank you so much <3
(Gonna take this chance to promo my sister okayyyy)
My older sister is an aspiring author and, while I haven’t read most of her writing except for excerpts, she is insanely talented. I’m not jealous. Her blog is @crayon-ink. I’d really appreciate if you checked it out. (please give it a look) Thank you ^^
ANYWAY, I enjoy writing too, obviously, so this was really fun to write :D

-Impressed af
-He’s never considered himself to have any talent (wHICH IS WRONG) so he’s really in awe that you can create such flawless writing.
-He’ll read everything, probably more than once. During his breaks, while you’re away, when he’s relaxing; he’s reading your work.
-His friends take notice of his sudden interest in reading and he takes the opportunity to tell them about you.
-Tada, he now promotes you whenever he can because he really wants to be of help.
-Yoosung knows that this is your dream, so he wants to help you achieve it like you’ve helped him.
-While you’re working, he knows not to bother you because he would hate to interrupt your process.
-He watches you as you work, deep in thought. It’s kind of fun to watch because he can see you thinking. He can practically hear your thoughts.
-If you get frustrated, he can calm you down easily.
-He gives really good at pep talks.
-The only time he ever interrupts is to bring you food or water.
-You have to take care of yourself, even if you’re busy.
-He is willing to read your stuff and give feedback, but he never says anything negative, so it’s not very useful (except for a confidence boost).

-Lemme read EVERYTHING you’ve EVER written pleeeeease
-He’ll even ask if you could write some scripts for him, or he’ll turn some of your writing into scripts for him to practice with.
-He had brought some of your stuff with him to rehearsals once and his director caught him mumbling it to himself as he read.
-When Zen shows him what he was reading, the director asks to read it.
-He thinks it’s golden and offers to work with you to turn it into a production. It’s up to you whether you want to or not. Either way, Zen is super proud that your work was noticed and appreciated.
-He’ll do anything he can to help boost your career, whether it be giving shoutouts to your work on social media or simply bringing it up in conversation with important or influential people.
-He likes to brag about being an artistic couple~
-He can give constructive criticism if you want him to, but honestly, he finds it hard to say anything negative about your work, so it’s probably not the best idea.
-He showers you in compliments whenever you’re being productive.
-Who am I kidding he showers you in compliments no matter what you’re doing

-She’s always had a soft spot for story telling. She loves hearing new tales.
-Typically, her main source of stories are musicals, which she is an avid fan of. But, once she finds out that you are a writer, she freaks.
-She’ll excitedly ask you a slur of questions about it.
-What kind of writing do you like? What’s your favorite thing you’ve written? How do you come up with the storylines? Or the characters? How long does it take to write?
-Where can I read your work?
-You answer it all once she calms down. She’s practically jumping in excitement as you talk about your writing.
-She doesn’t have many connections, since she quit working for Jumin especially, but she’ll be there to support your blossoming career every step of the way.
-You think she’s protective over Zen’s career? Wait until you see how she gets about yours.
-She reads everything you’ve written that you’re willing to share with her and loves every bit of it.
-She puts your business cards by the register in the cafe for customers to take. She also recommends your work to her friends and everyone she knows.
-#1 fan and hype-woman
-Jaehee also knows a thing or two about running a business and being productive so she takes charge in that too.
-She’s almost like your assistant now, but also a fan and a girlfriend.
-She knows when you’re working too hard or stressing yourself out an will immediately take action to help you out.

-Jumin has always enjoyed reading.
-He typically likes stories with a deep meaning behind them or with a complex plot.
-He also likes if he can relate to a character, but who doesn’t?
-Even if you don’t write deep stories (lol, get it?), he will read everything you share with him.
-If the love of his life wrote it, of course he’ll love it.
-This man has connections. He can get your name out there in a second.
-He can find publishers and editors for you to work with, if you want him too.
-You’ll have plenty of new opportunities ahead of you because of him.
-Jumin doesn’t interfere with your career, however. He lets you work for yourself and only does anything after you’ve asked for his help with it; meaning he won’t call thirty publishers and twenty companies in the blink of an eye the second you mention a new project. He knows it’s your career, not his. He’ll let you work however you want to work, but will be willing to help where help is needed.
-He won’t bring money or connections or any other shortcuts into it unless you ask for it.
-Jumin is really proud of you. You’re work is his favorite thing to read when he wants to unwind.
-Lots of encouraging words and patience. He has a habit of kissing your temple as you work at your desk when he walks by.
-It makes you lose your train of thought sometimes but you never complain, especially when he whispers “You’re doing great” in your ear before walking off.

-He’ll help you launch your writing career just like he helped Zen get is acting career started. Except maybe minus the hacking since you’ve told him you want to get started authentically and legitimately.
-None of that hacking nonsense, _____ wants to actually work for their career.
-He does post your work, with your permission, to social media, or at least links to your pages and throws your name around to a lot of people and websites.
-He could find some publishers if you’d like him to.
-Really, he’s good at spreading your name around. That’s mainly how he aids in launching your career.
-It actually works.
-You get more recognition and even a few emails from people and companies willing to work with you.
-And you don’t have to worry about Saeyoung interfering. All that he did was mention you around the internet. It was your work that drew the companies in, not Saeyoung.
-He’s your own personal cheerleader too. He encourages you through your writing blocks and manages to get you in a positive mood.
-Has about a hundred pages bookmarked on his computer simply for helpful things for you like things to help you relax and things to help you with writing.

-He’s always appreciated literature and writing because art.
-V is very good at listening to your spit-balling and he’s good for bouncing ideas off of.
-Really, he can give helpful tips, if you ask for them.
-He can help you get noticed because he already has a following due to his photography. People know who he is, so he can easily bring you into the spotlight too.
-He’s pretty anonymous with his work, but that doesn’t mean he can’t use the attention he has.
-He hands out your business cards a lot.
-Also, he suggests inviting publishers and good companies/organizations to help your career to the party.
-He can even recommend inviting other groups of writers to discuss writing with.
-Long story short, really helpful.
-He loves everything you write to pieces. He has to have you or someone else read them to him (unless he gets the surgery), but he loves them.
-He can tell when you’re getting stressed and intervenes before you have a breakdown. V is good at calming stress.
-If you feel lost, he’ll offer to read what you have and give some feedback and pointers.
-Poor thing though apologizes for giving any sort of negative feedback. Even something as little as pointing out a spelling error, he apologizes.
-You’ve done nothing wrong V that’s actually really helpful and I appreciate it

-He’s actually very glad to hear you like writing stories because he likes hearing them.
-When he and Saeyoung were little, Saeyoung would read to him. It’s always been something he enjoyed but never got the chance to indulge in since Saeyoung left.
-It makes it even better that you made the story.
-If you’d be up for it, Saeran would love nothing more than to listen to you read your stories to him.
-Occasionally, you’ll have to stop and answer questions for him. Sometimes it’s asking for the definition of a word, other times it’s asking about clarification on the storyline so far, etc.
-At random times during the day, he’ll come to you, one of your stories in-hand, and ask questions.
-He’s always timid when he does though, like he’s nervous you’ll yell at him for talking to you.
-So, just calmly smile and answer his questions. He’ll calm down and thank you for answering him before going back to reading.
-Saeyoung thanks you forever for giving Saeran a new hobby.
-Sometimes Saeran reads other books and stuff, but he enjoys yours the absolute most and would gladly only read your stuff for the rest of his life.

anonymous asked:

Hey, I love reading your metas on Petyr Baelish and I was wondering if you could elaborate more on the relationship between Petyr/Catelyn and Petyr/Sansa? (Also, do you do fic requests? Please tell me you do fic requests. You have amazing writing.)

This ask, I’m pretty sure, is old as dirt. Nevertheless.

One of the major things I disagree with in most interpretations of Petyr Baelish is the assumption that his feelings for Catelyn were akin to Robert’s about Lyanna at best. I always hear that he “loved” what she represented or what he wanted her to be, not what she was. I also hear that his interest in Catelyn is creepy and Nice Guy-esque.

I suppose that’s possible, but… why? Why assume that? Petyr says he loved her. Sure, he often lies, but he often tells the truth too. His feelings for Sansa are creepy, but that doesn’t necessarily mean his feelings for Catelyn were also creepy. He’s a terrible person who does terrible things, but that doesn’t disqualify Tywin from loving Joanna or Sandor from loving Sansa. This series is full of terrible people with the capacity for love. His love in unrequited, but that alone does not make him a Nice Guy dudebro. He doesn’t make a move on Catelyn when she’s in King’s Landing. He never shows any signs of resenting her for ‘friendzoning’ him, nor of believing she owes him her love. He is bitter about the duel, yes, but it’s not Catelyn he blames; it’s the system that determined he was never even a choice she had. Nice Guy Baelish does not appear in the text.

He never stalks Catelyn, never harasses her. He sends her one letter after the duel (which Catelyn doesn’t read, so we don’t even know what it said) and when it goes unanswered, he doesn’t contact her again. He doesn’t make Catelyn feel uncomfortable the way he does Sansa. She is not creeped out by his feelings, does not think he is demanding anything from her or not taking ‘no’ for an answer. Neither does she think he loved only what she represented or a false ideal of her. Here is what Catelyn thinks:

“Petyr Baelish loved me once. He was only a boy. His passion was a tragedy for all of us, but it was real, and pure, and nothing to be made mock of.”

Is it so hard to believe that she’s right?

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• studying abroad

@trashyemonerd requested: I sent a request like 24 hours ago but I wanna send one again. Can you please write a Kj imagine where Kj will be staying out of NZ for months to film Riverdale and his career like blows up so he’s doing tons of projects and decides to stay in the US. And the reader, his gf, is left in NZ to study but then surprises Kj that she’ll study in a Uni near him? Omg. Im getting the feels from this haha bc Im having a uni interview tomorrow. Ahh ty

A/N: This is rather late, I apologize for that but I hope you did a good job on your university interview. I hope I did an alright job as I’ve never really been anywhere outside of the U.S but I’d love to travel and visit other places, especially Italy or Japan. I did do a little research on universities in NZ and the States / Canada so there we go. You, the reader are from Massey University (NZ) to U/N which is University Name since I’ll let you decide where you want to go to school as originally I was going to have you in VSAA (Vancouver School of Arts & Academics) but decided to change and let you do the picking. I decided to change up the parents a little so please don’t hate me, just change it to ‘dad’ or something if you don’t like having two moms. I’m trying to be more diverse with my writing and if you forgot, YN/N is your nickname. This does mention the whole KJ liking a comment that is fat shaming people which really has been blown up and I really don’t mean to offend anyone out there by mentioning it. Also this turned out rather long by accident, oops. Posted from my library near my apartment so yeah. . Ships are closed for the time being and requests are open unless stated otherwise by me!


Originally posted by mdblanchard

                                Relationship(s): KJ Apa & Reader 

You remember when you had to say goodbye to KJ when he was picked to play Archie Andrews for the new show called Riverdale, it was a big chance for him and you wanted to be supportive. Even if that meant you would be stuck in New Zealand while he was going to the States and Canada as you never have had left your home country. You were still studying at the Massey University in Wellington before and after he left. It was okay for the first few months while you stayed and watched Riverdale which was surprisingly becoming one of your favorite shows, totally not being biased or maybe you were a little. But it did make you miss him a little more than you thought even texting and skyping was a difficult due to the wacky time zones and KJ’s schedule not being in his favor. You decided to do probably the biggest choice you’d make in your life, well one of them anyway and you decided to ask your parents about it.

“Well what do you think? I promise to stay in school and not be like that crazy college kid who just drinks and parties. Plus I’ve gotten such good grades during my first year at the university.” You say with pleading eyes to your parents who kept looking either you, each other, or your little PowerPoint you even made for extra brownie points. It was happening so fast for your parents that you wanted to go out of the country, let alone study aboard in a different country. Even though your parents did house some foreign exchange students while you were in high school. Eventually they agreed as long as the school board was okay with transferring your existing credits to the school you already picked out, U/N. Which so far has worked out smoothly as you stopped to see your parents whom came with you at the airport as you moved the strap of your carry on bag to hug them more comfortably.

“Remember we expect you to call when arrive safely, okay Y/N?” Your birth mother says with a serious facial expression on her face, “I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” She says as she gave you a hug before went to hug your stepmom whom was very excited to see you go study aboard since she did it herself when she was younger.

“Be good okay? Remember I packed a camera in your bag so be sure to send plenty of pictures, I can’t wait to see your adventures out there. Oh! Don’t forget to say hello for us when you see KJ.” She says as she presses a kiss on your forehead while you nod before waving goodbye to them as your plane was calling your passengers.

 { time skip due to long and boring flight across the pacific ocean . }

You remember telling KJ that you were just visiting but you didn’t quite tell him that were actually studying abroad as you looked around being noticing a familiar face that you missed so much. He seemed to have noticed as well while you both ran up to hug each other after it seemed like forever. You let out a squeak as he picked up you just a little before you let go. He didn’t look much different well, excluding his hair that was still in that noticeable Archie Andrews auburn ginger. “Gosh, it feels weird not being New Zealand anymore. But I miss you, you big goof.” You say as you nudge him in the forearm before walking along side to get a move on with the crowds of people in airport, not noticing that cameras were on you.

“I miss you too, YN/N. It’s been crazy since Riverdale really took off on CW, I didn’t expect it to suddenly give me such big projects or popularity. Or the scandal that’s going that I’m sure you’ve heard of me liking a comment that was very inappropriate and shame on my part. I guess people are hating me but like you said Y/N. ‘You can’t expect everyone to love you, some will hate you and try to bring you down’ right?” He says while absently rubbing the back of his neck, “And you know, I haven’t mentioned you yet to the public because I’m scared that they’ll start turning to you and spread all sorts of mean things.” KJ mutters as you gave him a one armed hug while you remember that before picking up your suitcases from baggage claim. The former burnet furrows his eyebrows at your bags in confusion, “I thought you would pack less for what you said you were coming here for.”

You brought up a mischievous grin on your face, “That’s because I wanted to surprise you. I’m going to start studying at U/N now so we’ll have a more time together with your crazy schedule, plus New Zealand isn’t the same without you.” You say as you start chuckling at KJ’s shocked face and you elbowed him once more, “You look like some gaping bird waiting for a worm. Oh and my moms say hello. I need to call them soon to let them know I arrived safe.” You snicker as the other just shook his head at you while you followed him.

“You are full of one too many surprises YN/N for your own good you know?”

Fic Idea: The Fix-it Version [I Probably Won't Be Writing Because I Can't Do Romance To Save My Life]

Warnings: mental health issues, dubious morality, probably OOC in some places, extreme/severe Wanda bashing [which culminates in character death; if that’s not your cup of tea, sorry, maybe next time?], a JARVIS that’s uncomfortably close to Skynet, and a mindtrip of epic proportions [that can probably be classified as cruel and unusual torture, Inception-style]. Semi-canon compliant, through a certain point of view, though with shameless timeline fudging.

…On the plus side, there’s also Science Bros [kinda], and Team As Family feels? 

[The attempt at romance in here could fit with probably any pairing, I just picked this one because I used to ship it a lot harder in the past.]

Also, heads up for a very, very long post. [Sorry about that.]

Edited only to put in a cut, because I’m not kidding as to how long this is.

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Yuri and Victor’s Public Relationship in Episode 8

Me: I’m gonna write a short meta about episode 8.

*6 hours later*

Me: …fuck.

So after seeing episode 8 of YOI I was left feeling unsatisfied with the Victor and Yuri interactions. At first I thought the bar had been set so high by episode 7, nothing could compare. But then I thought again.

When we first first see Victor he’s being hounded by reporters. He’s wearing sunglasses to hide his eyes and Yuri is not there. Prior to this Victor and Yuri had almost always been shown together and/or more open when it comes to the press.

We’ve even seen Victor purposely taking off his sunglasses for the cameras.

Not only that but Victor displays a more stoic personality which we really haven’t seen that from him previously except on a little bit on episode 1. He also redirects the press’ attention to Yurio as soon as he gets the chance (his glasses finally coming off once focus is not on him and they are not talking about Yuri).

We finally see Yuri. he’s trying to quietly go to his room by himself. While this in itself is entire normal, I see it inside the context of what the show has presented so far, which is Yuri and Victor sticking together.

Yurio catches up to Yuri, which is interesting since Victor was just with him. So either:
1. Victor is being held by reporters or something else 
2. He’s purposely avoiding being seen with Yuri

Yurio’s choice of words also caught my eye. “Why are you sneaking around?”

Yuri indeed was sneaking away from the other skaters he’s not friendly with, but this combined with a missing Victor gives it more meaning imo. Why does Yuri need to sneak around in the first place?

When Yuri and Victor are finally seen together it’s already time to skate. Not only that, but when we see them it’s through a news feed.

It’s been shown previously that Victor particularly is very aware of the cameras and his life in the public eye.

We’ve seen him purposely call attention to himself and Yuri.

And we’ve seen him protecting Yuri from the cameras.

We’ve also known that Victor is really famous, but now we know that in Russia he’s seen as a national hero. That’s a big deal. That’s pressure to present yourself in a certain way that wouldn’t be frowned upon. And while YOI hasn’t explicitly set the cultural rules in the YOI world, we can assume they are the same or similar to ours. It’s no secret that in the past few years Russia has taken steps backwards regarding LGBT rights and overall it’s not seen as a safe place.

So this entire display between Victor and Yuri?

It’s all a show for the cameras.

Ok, well, it’s 90% for show. Let’s break it down.

The shoe tying. Not only is it on purpose, it was planned. Why? The noticeable lack of blushing. Victor’s smile and Yuri is like “Ok, we are doing this.”

Here’s some of their previous interactions in public and the blushing.

1-3 - Victor doesn’t blush, he initiated each of these interactions
4 - Yuri doesn’t blush, he initiated this interaction
5-6 - Both are blushing, while Victor initiated it, it was spontaneous, plus you know, they freaking kissed

So the lack of blushing from both leads me to believe this is a pre-planned interaction for show.

The tie pulling, now, that’s where the 90% comes in.

Prior to it, we see Minako desperately trying to see the live-stream. When she finally logs in Victor is waving at the cameras/crowd. Again he’s aware they are being watched.

The crowd is yelling Victor’s name, he’s paying attention to them.

Yuri doesn’t like that.

This is spontaneous. This is a jealous Yuri. Whatever Victor was expecting (if anything) it wasn’t this.

Yet, while pulling the tie is spontaneous, Yuri still stays in whatever boundary they set previously.

The performance Yuri is referring to is not only his skating, but they’re public interactions.

We don’t know exactly what they planned or talked about, we just now they talked or planned something. Was it to tone down the PDAs? Was it to do certain things on purpose cause they know their PDAs are very popular on social media? Back in episode 6, Phichit’s post of them has over 3,000 likes/comments (I don’t know shit about Instagram.)

Then there’s this.

Why Russia specifically? Russia is the second foreign country they go to. This would be irrelevant if Russia was the first foreign country they visit. But it’s not, and we have the following factors:
1. Russia is Victor’s home country.
2. They’ve already publicly kissed at this point. However they are handling their relationship now, the fact still remains that the relationship has changed from before the kiss.
3. Russia’s anti LGBT issues.

Yuri and Victor have done plenty of PDAs before and he’s never said he’s embarrassed. Why now?

Enemy territory. That’s a pretty harsh statement, and once again why wasn’t China referred to as enemy territory? Why is Russia special?

Intermission: I fucking love this. Yuri’s like “I may not say it out loud, but watch why Victor loves me and my love for him.”/End intermission.

I pay close attention to Yuri’s monologues while he’s skating. This one is particularly crucial to me. 

In the tie pulling scene, Yuri tells Victor, “Don’t worry. I’ll show my love to the whole of Russia.” We know the eros routine is no longer about kastsudon or Yuri being the seducing woman. This routine now represents his love for Victor. Knowing that, this monologue in particular is kinda heart breaking.

“Maybe no one in Russia, or even the entire world, wants me to win.”


“Maybe no one in Russia, or even the entire world, wants me to love Victor.

or better yet:

“Maybe no one in Russia, or even the entire world, wants Victor to love me.

This sentence uses harsh words as well. The specific phrase “chills up my spine” is a well known idiom to represent intense fear. We’ve seen Yuri anxious, worried, and troubled, but never afraid. Connected with the previous statement displays Yuri’s fear in showing his love for Victor and vice versa.

It’s a very subtle nod at the fear of acceptance that still prevails in our culture.

But Yuri doesn’t let himself feel down for too long. While he acknowledges that people or the world may not want him to love Victor, he’s not going to let that stop him. He’s going to do everything he can to change how the world perceives them.

Another subtle (and awesome) nod.

And speaking of subtle nods:

Right to left:

  • “Got it” sign - IDK if this means anything
  • Japan flag - Japan/Yuri
  • Purple pink flag - Is this a country? I tried googling and only found the pink/purple flags are bisexual pride flags.
  • A heart flag - not sure if specific to something
  • Pride colors
  • WTF does that sign say? It could support or debunk this screencap. A bunch of people messaged me. Sign says “ 愛してる”  ( aishiteru) the strongest form of “I love you.” OMG /shit just got real

Then we have the skate kissing scene. Again, planned. Yuri’s body language says he knew Victor was going to do this if he did well.

Though that doesn’t mean it isn’t embarrassing.

So Yuri grabs the first opportunity he sees to divert attention from himself and Victor. Yurio is officially their attention diversion.

Still in the kiss and cry, being super hyper and cute in front of the cameras.

Then literally less than a minute later once the cameras are off them. Victor’s face is not even close to resembling something welcoming. He just looks tired.

After that the situation is personal.

That’s all I got. I’m burned out. This took way too long to write for a five minute read.

TLDR: Almost all of Victor and Yuri’s PDA displays in episode 8 are on purpose. There are also subtle nods and references about LGBT acceptance, specially in Russia.


Deep Space Mutant

hi @ihamtmus!!

OKAY, I’m super late but let’s do this thing!! Thanks to @wellntruly, who is a GEM and helped come up with a ton of these and was just super fun to scream about this with

little background: most everyone has powers, it’s very House of M although since this is a Star Trek universe they make a BIG DEAL out of ~equality~ between powered and non-powered people. Still, life is harder for you if you’re non-powered or have weak powers, especially in terms of employment. Would you hire a non-powered bodyguard if you could get one that could shoot fire? I didn’t think so. It’s one of those undercurrents of society that DS9 addresses, and everyone else pretends doesn’t exist. Unsurprisingly, most colonists (and Maquis) are non-powered or have weak/not ‘useful’ powers as they willingly risk that danger to create a world for themselves where they’re not the ‘lesser’. 

And not every planet/species has the same style of powers that we’re used to in our mutant comics, where everyone has different powers. Some are like Changelings, where everyone has the same powers. Some have symbiotic powers, like the Trill who have individual powers and then the symbiont all have the same power - which is the ability to retain and pass on memories and powers from previous hosts.

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Billionaire Matchmaker

Bucky x f!reader

y/n: reader’s name.

Summary: Tony plays matchmaker.

Warning: I don’t think there’s anything to mention, just some flirting.

A/n: Just another idea I had. Takes place after Civil War

Special thanks to @sharknadoslut for giving me the confidence to write.

Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

Tony would never admit it, but deep down he regretted his actions towards Bucky. When the Avengers reassembled, and were living together again, nobody brought up the events that had took place that had torn them apart. There was just this unspoken agreement that everyone was starting over. Slowly, the tension between everyone was lessening. Wanda and Vision were spending time together. The newbies were finding their places on the team. Scott and Peter’s friendship was beginning to resemble a sibling relationship, constantly chatting about electronics, insects, and all sorts of other stuff. Not to mention how enthusiastic they both were about being part of the team.  But there was still plenty of tension between Tony and Bucky, especially if Rhodey, Sam, or Steve weren’t around to break the awkward silence.

One day, while Tony was making some random repairs, an idea on how to say “I’m sorry”/ “I don’t want you to hate me” hit him. The people who were closest to Bucky, Steve and Sam were seeing people and working on trying to have a life outside of avenging. Steve was with Sharon, and Sam was also dating a girl, Tony couldn’t remember her name, but that’s not the point. This is what Tony could do for Bucky, he could set him up. Tony knew plenty of attractive single ladies.

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do you? - Ian

A/n: Requested by @elliemental2 : your family pressures you to have kids but you don’t want one.


“So, when are you two going to have a baby?”

The question drops like a bomb in the middle of all of the members seated at the table and the atmosphere visibly tenses. Your hands stop cutting the meat, eyes frozen on the plate in front of you. This is why you hated visiting your family: someone always will have something stupid to ask. A question that would make you uncomfortable and ruin the already thin spell of peace cast upon the table. 

Ruin the mood. 

‘You should’ve expected this, [name]’ you sigh softly, your fingers clutching the fork and knife in your hand tightly. You begged Ian to ignore your mother’s call when she asked for dinner together—just because you didn’t meet in so long, what a stupid excuse! What was wrong with just talking on the phone? Why did you needed to see each other? You didn’t want to go through this face to face. ‘Come on, just this once,’ Ian persuaded you. ‘It can’t be that bad. Give them one more chance. Maybe your parents changed their minds.’ You only gave him a stern look. ‘My parents will never change.’ But bless his heart for trying to reconnect you to your family after so long. 

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“Riley with a Minkus” [Riarkle Fanfic]

Sometimes parents know best. Maya walks in on Cory and Topanga’s conversation about who they think their kids would end up with including her. A fun fanfic I’ve thought about - let’s be real if anyone’s going to notice Riarkle first it’s probably going to be Cory & Topanga! Enjoy!

Maya and Riley sat back in Riley’s bed watching a movie on her laptop.

With the laptop perched on Maya’s lap she reached down for more popcorn in the bowl in between them but felt nothing but unpopped kernels.

Maya groaned, “No more popcorn? Boo!” 

If Maya was asked to describe Riley in that exact moment, she was busy mesmerized by the romantic leads tangled in a long drawn out, over fantasized cliche scene.

“Riles, no more buttery goodness!” Maya tipped the nearly empty bowl toward her.

Riley dreamily placed a hand on her cheek in a romantic stupor, she was completely focused on the screen in front of them.

Maya shook her best friend who simply waved to the door, “More in the kitchen…”

Maya rolled her eyes, annoyed she had to fend for herself. She handed the laptop to Riley whose eyes remained glued to the screen.

She loved her best friend but this would also be the perfect, valid excuse to take a break from this corny movie.

Maya walked down the familiar hall and lingered by the kitchen door frame. She reached for the light but paused when she saw the glow from the television in the living room.

Cory and Topanga were watching a show and adorably snuggled on the couch.

She was just about to walk into the kitchen when she heard Mrs. Matthews words, “As much as I like Lucas I just don’t know…”

Maya’s eyebrows furrowed, yes it was rude to spy on people’s private conversations but living room chats seemed like public domain, it wasn’t like Bay Window heeded privacy.

She stood by the frame continuing to listen.

“He’s a very nice kid who really has been such a great friend to Maya and Riley but I just don’t see him with either of them.”

Topanga replied, “Such a handsome, sweet boy but this whole weird situation that pinned the girls on opposite sides. If I had my way, you know what momma would say!”

Cory chuckled, “You’d tell the girls they should pick each other first and foremost. That a man is not worth their friendship and they both have plenty of time to embrace their inner female warriors and when the time comes they’ll meet the men they’re supposed to be with. In the meantime nothing is more important than each other!”

Topanga pecked his lips, “You know me so well Cory. Ok so, fun question, if by chance you got to pick who your kids ended up with who’d you choose?”

Maya was in too deep, she had to hear the rest of this conversation.

Cory made a sound of excitement, “Oh I love these kind of games! One I can’t lose against you.” They both laughed.

“Auggie would hands down be with Ava.”

She playfully groaned but it quickly transformed into a giggle, “Yes they are definitely the new us. Probably smarter. Don’t tell Ava I said that! She’d say something snarky like, ‘It’s about time Topey! Give me that ring!’”

The laughing died down, “So Cory, what about daddy’s little girl?”

Maya couldn’t see it but she assumed Cory had the most priceless facial expression.

“Let’s just stop there because if I got to choose she’d live in that bay window room til she was 80, a bunny lady, and unwed.”

Topanga placed a supportive hand on his shoulder, “Cory, Riley is growing up. I hope one day you’ll be able to accept the partner she brings home.”

He let out a breath, “Me too.”

She pecked his cheek, “Be equal about this though. Who would Cory Matthews pick to end up with our daughter?”

He contemplated for a mere second but burst into laughter. Topanga rested her face in her hand laughing along with him. She paused, “How come I feel like we have the same answer?”

Cory ended his laughing session with a side smirk, “Because we’re not idiots and history is so ironic.”

Topanga brightened up, “Do you think the feelings will ever be reciprocal?”

Maya narrowed her eyes, wait she wondered did they ever say this person’s name. Well it definitely wasn’t Lucas she determined. Especially from the first half of their discussion but then they said the answer was ironic, who could that be?

“They’re both extremely smart I have a feeling it’s only a matter of time. But I’m her father, I would never push her into anything. Even though I must say, out of all my options as of today…I really think the only guy I’ll ever be somewhat okay she ends up with would be Farkle.”

Maya’s eyes widened and she almost fainted but held the wooden frame and lowered herself onto the floor.

“Riley with a Minkus…the irony of a Lawrence Matthews with a Monster Minkus!” Cory exclaimed.

Topanga rested her head on his shoulder, “The Minkus’ have become lovely friends. Plus if Riley married him their intellectual genes would be unstoppable! A’s for a lifetime!”

Maya nodded to herself, okay so that irony part made sense but what we’re they talking about reciprocated feelings. Did Riley tell her parents about a recent crush on Farkle? How dare she not tell her, they practically shared one functioning brain. Before she could argue with herself their words interrupted her.

“I’m telling you Topanga, ever since the whole Charlie Gardner debacle I’ve noticed this strange shift between Riley and Farkle. I constantly notice them speaking privately and being very secretive.“

Topanga reasoned, “Farkle was simply pushing Riley to tell Lucas about her feelings.”

Cory shook his head, “But it’s been so much more. I see the way they look at each other in my classroom, in the halls, when I catch him in her room and it’s just the two of them. He looks at her the way I look at you. Unconditional love.”

Topanga aw'ed “What about Riley?”

He smiled, “She’s worse than him. If I had to deduce they like each other but they don’t know it yet. Farkle gave up both Riley and Maya to pursue Smackle, so his romantic concentration is only focused on Smackle right now. But behind the scenes it’s more complicated.”

“Same with the Riley, Lucas, Maya triangle…it’s clouding Riley’s true feelings,” Topanga reasoned. “Now that I think about it, I have noticed their growing closeness these past few years. Haven’t you seen Farkle stopping by through the window moreso on his own?”

Cory scoffed, “Why do you think I try to get her to fall asleep before six so she won’t have late night visitors. The boyish jerk!”

Topanga squeezed his hand, “I seemed to remember a jean jacket clad boy coming through my window.”

“I know Topanga but we have always been soul mates. Riley and Farkle need ample time to figure things out, preferably after college.”

She joked, “It must be hard to handle when you have to watch their goo goo eyes all throughout school session.”

“Yuck! So gross! No more please!” Cory begged but Topanga had one more question.

“Last one, how about our other girl?”

Maya was about to shuffle away but stopped and sat down by the frame way too hooked.

Cory shook his head, “None of the boys at school. They’re all jerks, except me of course and possibly Farkle.”

Topanga smiled, “You might not like my answer.”

“Go ahead.”

“Maya is a special girl. She’s tough, smart and beautiful. She has been through a whole lot and deserves a really wonderful guy.”

Maya almost wanted to cry but held in her tears and the sound of excitement fighting to escape her mouth.

“There’s nothing wrong with any of that, why would I not like anything you just said about Maya and her potential partner?”

Topanga continued, “She needs someone who could pick her up, a wise yet young hearted guy. I was thinking older…”

“Shawn’s too old and likes her mom!”

Maya wanted to chuckle, Katy and Shawn had been dating for months.

“I was referring to another boy we know. Not much older but they’d have to wait for a few more years.”

Cory contemplated who his wife was picturing and then he shook his head, “No that’s weird! Maya cannot be my sister-in-law! Nuh-uh! Not Mrs. Boing!”

Maya now softly fell to the floor and began to crawl back to Riley’s room. All she wanted to do was scream and burst into a million triumphant pieces.

When she got back she closed the door tightly behind her.

Riley was still invested in the movie but instead of being alone she found Farkle sitting beside her also watching the movie. Except his eyes shifted from the screen to Riley.

Maya stood in front of the door observing her two friends. The information she had heard from Cory and Topanga Matthews still whirling in her head.

Riley chuckled at something the leading male said and Farkle turned his head to look at her and a smile grew on his lips. Riley glanced back at him and smiled in return but quickly looked back at the screen so she wouldn’t miss the next part.

Maya smiled to herself, the Matthews were almost always right. So maybe, just maybe their predictions weren’t that far-fetched from what could happen. 

Can’t Go Back (Part 2)

Word Count: 1,964


Warnings: None that I can really think of?

Request: Can you write a one shot where Dean and the reader have hooked up numerous times in the past. Then Dean tries to meet up with the reader and she keeps blowing him off and finally he finds her only to find she has a growing baby bump?

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Loss of Existence

By Skyler10

Summary: Drowning in an ocean of unexpected grief, Rose struggles to find a way to tell Tentoo about their miscarriage.

Notes: Strong angst-warning (and, obviously, miscarriage trigger warning) with this one. I never planned to write another one of these after “Rose Comes Home,” but for reasons both various and personal, this kind of wrote itself.

In all the time he’s known her, the Doctor has never heard Rose’s voice sound like this – what could only be described as hysterical. She’s sobbing and sputtering out little phrases he can’t decipher, and his one human heart is going to gallop right out of his chest if she doesn’t calm down enough to tell him what’s wrong.

He grips the phone in one hand, the steering wheel with the other.

“Please come home,” she begs with a whimper that cuts to his core.

“I am, love. I’m on my way,” he grits out, trying to be patient. “Try one more time, Rose. Tell me what’s happened.”

“No… no. I’ll tell you when you get here. I want to tell you in person.” She’s calming now. She exhales a puff of air. Good, good, she’s breathing deeply. That’s a good sign.

“But you’re alright?” he checks again, just to make sure she wasn’t lying before, at the start of this conversation.

“Yeah, told you. I’m… I’m fine.” She sounds unsure. But she means she isn’t in danger and that’s a huge relief considering their line of work.

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Rather Be

This is the first scenario of Jay Park week!

Jay Park Week: So from now until next Saturday (10/10/15) I will be taking questions and scenario requests only for Jay Park.

So if  you wanted any scenarios written or questions answered about Jay Parkthis week is the week to do it because I will be prioritizing all Jay Park questions and scenario requests over anything else.

Please note: I will still take into account any requests or questions sent in concerning other groups/idols during this time, but they will not be answered/written until Jay Park week is over.

So get requesting guys! :D To request click here

Request by @happygiuli: First of all, YEAHHHHH A JAY PARK WEEK😍😍😍😍 it was time for this😍😂 so and second, can you do a scenario where he is your best friend and a heartbreaker but he has a special place at heart for you ( i mean, that he sleeps with other woman but he’s secretly in love with you) but you are in a relationship (i think i write it wrong)? Happy Ending or not you can decide!

Argh I loved this request so much tbh, so sorry if it’s a bit long…I think i got carried away, haha! 

-Admin Kitty

Originally posted by anko-an

Your lives were so wildly different from one another’s that it was a wonder you and Jay Park were best friends.

Your life was unfiled paperwork and an array of different coloured pencils splayed across your desk; unorganized and never quite relaxed. While Jay’s life was a line-up of girls screaming his name, a manifestation of cameras all aimed at him, a crazed concoction of dance, music, clubs and all things luxury.

 But you did have one thing in common; your lives were both impossibly hectic.

You worked two separate jobs that required you being flown all around the world like a yoyo, while Jay was busy being South Korea’s dream boy.

You were head down in a mass of paperwork at your desk when the phone began to shrill.

Not in a rush to start organizing your workstation, you grabbed for the phone, glad of the distraction.

“Hello?”  You murmured, removing what appeared to be a small post-it note from your left eyebrow.

“Whatcha’ doooooin?” A voice said in a sing-song voice.

As soon as you heard Jay’s voice, it felt like every nerve in your body relaxed.Your face melted into a puddle of smiles that he couldn’t see. 

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30 Day OTP Writing Challenge: Destiel


Pssst: You should listen to this song while reading


“Hell no.”

“Dean, come on.

“No way.”

“Dean Winchester, you dance on a stage all the damn time, what is the difference—“

“Yeah, but those people actually pay to come see us.”

Dean shifts uncomfortably. Charlie is glaring at him, that red-hot stare of hers almost enough to guilt him into dancing with her.


He’s really regretting ever agreeing to this outing that someone in the company arranged—claiming they all just needed to ‘get out’ and ‘blow off some steam.’ Great idea. A bunch of dancers going out to relax by—surprise, surprise—dancing.

“You are such a buzzkill.”

“Broken record, Charlie,“ Dean mutters.

“Carrot Top is right, Winchester.” Meg leans back in her chair. “That stick is so far up your ass, I don’t think you even could get out on that floor.”

“Shut up, Meg,” Dean shoots back.

“Miss Bradbury.”

They all look up to see Cas—freakin’ Cas—standing at their table. Dean immediately tries to stare at anything else.

“May I have this dance?” He asks, his eyes twinkling. Crap. Did he overhear them? How long had he been standing there?

Charlie shoots a triumphant grin over at Dean, before turning and taking the offered hand.

“I would love to.“

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likeabird-inflight  asked:

Alright so I loved the toaster fic, and I had another idea if you wanted to try it: Killian vs the infant car seat. I'm just picturing him struggling to get it in the car so he and Emma can bring their little one home from the hospital lol (also work was hell, I could use the fluffy and funny)

Perhaps, some Daddy!Killian fluff is in order now!

I’m so happy to know you liked the toaster one. I hope this doesn’t let you down - it turned out to have a bit of a feelsy beginning but I made sure it had lots of fluffy and funny moments too.

Also, Life As We Know It is one of my favourite baby films ever, (it may or may not have to do with the fact that I’m a sucker for rom coms and pretty much every film with Katherine Heigl in it) so I thoughy it’d be nice to have them watching it when Emma is pregnant :) Here’s the trailer if you haven’t seen it.

I hope the weekend is treating you better than your work :) Enjoy!

Part III of my Killian versus the modern world series

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The hook versus the infant car seat

She was lying with her head on his thigh as his hand joined both of hers, softly caressing her very round belly and enjoying the occasional kicks their baby saluted them with. 

Apparently little Liam was enjoying his cohabiting of Emma’s body a bit too much for he was a week overdue. As a result, Emma was growing increasingly uncomfortable with each passing day, sudden mood swings having long been accepted as a less than exciting part of their daily routine, and chinese takeout plus Netflix having become their easiest option for a date night.

They were watching, as per usual, one of those sappy, predictable romantic comedies she vows she only watches to laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.

(To be perfectly honest, he finds he quite likes those movies too, but he’d be damned if he ever admits it before she does.)

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