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82. Do you ever talk to a person and your heart starts doing some dubstep
shit. — 83. If you can’t deal with my sarcasm, I can’t deal with being your friend. — 84. I’m nothing but a constant state of internal screaming at this point. — 85. I went to the beach once, 500 years later I still have fucking sand in my
shoes. — 86. How long after arriving at
someone’s house is it appropriate to ask for the WiFi password? — 87. Getting real tired of my own
bullshit. — 88. Thanks elevators, for bringing me up when I was down. — 89. Here’s a little song I like to call “I cherish our friendship so I won’t tell you I would totally have sex with you if you asked.” — 90. A: Do you ever get the urge to get up in the middle
of the night while everyone else is fast
asleep and just walk places and be completely and entirely dedicated to your
thoughts? B: Yea, but the problem is I don’t want to get murdered. You feel me. — 91. Let me sleep in your stupid t-shirts and hold your
dumb hand, you piece of shit. — 92. need a gang to follow me around all day and clap when I make jokes. — 93.
You know that feeling when you’re not your favourite
person’s favourite person, and it kind of feels like you’re constantly
swallowing sand. — 94. “Stop being so dramatic” they say, “I don’t know what you mean” I say as I descent from the ceiling, surrounded by mist. — 95. Just because you’re trash doesn’t mean you can’t do great things. It’s called garbage can, not garbage cannot. — 96. Studies show that I literally did not ask. — 97. A: It doesn’t matter what you look like on the outside… B: Whew!!! good A:…It’s who you are on the inside! B: Ah, fuck! — 98.
their hand over their crush’s): Ha ha how’d that get there? — 99. I express my emotions in long groans at different octaves. — 100. I mean you piss me off, but I’d do anything for you. — 101. Honestly, sometimes you just gotta let me be dramatic. Because I will get over it. But let me be dramatic first! — 102. Do you ever feel like a 4 times divorced 45 year old woman that smokes cigarettes in her fur coats on a grand piano? Cause I do and it’s sad. — 103. Single, not sure how to mingle. — 104. I love it when people rant to me, like yes, I am entrusted with your hate. — 105. My idea of flirting is making fun of each other, until one of us fucks up and says something nice. — 106. A: I hate playing “never have I ever” because I’m a fucking slut. B: I hate playing “never have I ever” because I’m a fucking virgin. — 107. Do you live on Elm Street, because you’re a nightmare. — 108. Remember your parents told you to take out the trash? I’m the trash. They were telling you to take me out. Date me. — 109. You know, liking someone and pretending you don’t is a lot of hard work. — 110. How do you politely tell someone that you want them naked and on top of you? — 111. A (whispering): I really like you and want to kiss
you a lot. B: What? A: I said you suck. — 112. Have you ever accidentally befriended someone who is very very irritating? — 113.
If you step on a person’s foot they open their
mouth, just like a trash can. — 114. How do I get over someone I never even dated? — 115. Things I want - snuggles. Things get - struggles. — 116. If you see me and I’m not wearing black, you saw wrong, that’s not me. — 117. Why do we need to watch the sky to enjoy the stars, when the ulitimate star is me. — 118. I hate when It’s so hot outside and a bitch tells you to take your jacket off, like bitch no, this is my outfit. — 119. If karma doesn’t come around and hit you in the face, I will. — 120. I don’t think I’ve ever shut up in my entire life. — 121. A: You don’t talk much. B: I’m observing your weaknesses since you’re so freely verbalizing everything about yourself. — 122. A: My kink is when people actually care about my feelings and what I have to say B: Too unrealistic, settle for bondage like the rest of us. — 123. A: Your future self is watching you right now through your memories. B: Not if I get drunk enough. — 124. A: Is there a word between angry and sad? B: Malcontented, disgruntled, miserable, desolated. A: Smad. B: Oh my gOD. — 125. Does the pale glow of my computer make me look hot? — 126. Rest in peace to all the hours of sleep I’ve lost to overthinking. — 127. You know it’s really rude to talk while I’m interrupting. — 128. Is “no” an emotion, because I feel it? — 129. I always look sleep deprived is that hot? — 130. If you listen carefully you can hear me whisper “shut the fuck up” at least once every five minutes. — 131. I’m kind of hurt, kind of offended, kind of not planning on saying anything about it. — 132.
I’m tired 8 days a week. — 133. I don’t trust people who look good with messy hair. — 134. I may be a shitty friend, but I’m your shitty friend. — 135. Seven billion people on this planet and I have 2 friends. What is wrong with people, like put some effort in it, I’m not just gonna come and do the job for you. — 136. I’m sorry, is my swag distracting you? — 137. I aspire to get to that level of hot when my hair looks like shit and I smell like black coffee and yesterday’s eyeliner is smudged under my eyes, but I still look fine as hell. — 138. A: No, listen! What if one day you just turned into an almond and you couldn’t do anything about it because you were just a fucking almond?! B: You need to get laid, you weirdo. — 139. A: You wear that a lot. B: That’s because I’m the main character of the story here, peasant. — 140. I don’t “dress to impress”, I dress to depress. I want to look so good that people hate themselves. — 141. Behind every great man is me, checking out that ass. — 142. The future is now, old man. — 143. Seriously, all you do is bitch. — 144. Are you trying to seduce me? Because so far you’re doing a great job. — 145. Forgive and forget? More like resent and remember. — 146. I’m that kind of person who between two choices always picks the wrong one. — 147. I know what you’re going through, I read “The Perks of Being a Wallflower”. — 148. Excuse me, I hate to go and vomit. — 149. A: One day I hope I am the girl that walks into a room and all eyes are on her. B: The trick is to get a really big hat and scream. — 150. So tired of being human, I want to be a flower. — 151. Screenshots don’t scare me, I know what the fuck I said! — 152. I’m sorry for what I said, I was hungry. — 153. A: Don’t buy a girl flowers. Flowers die. Buy her a dragon. B: Because dragons don’t die? A: Because it’s hard to say “no” to something that can murder you instantaneously. — 154. I want to be rebellious, but I don’t want to get in trouble. — 155. A to B: Breaking news: being an asshole all the time doesn’t make you complicated and mysterious, it just makes you an asshole — 156. You know it’s really rude to talk while I’m interrupting. — 157. One of these days I’m going to roll my eyes too hard and I’m gonna go blind. — 158. I’m not a hint taker, you need to speak up. — 159. Why allow yourself to be full of hate, when you can be full of pasta instead? — 160. I’m an angry person and I want to let it all out and be an asshole, but I’m also a nice person and I don’t want to actually hurt anyone’s feelings, do you feel me?
A/N: I feel I went a little overboard with this one (excuse the terrible pirate pun - I couldn’t help myself) but I hope you enjoy it anyway xxx Words: 5138 Requested: Yes! Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst Could you do Harry X Daughter of Hades reader with her attitude more like Meg (NOT related to her, like how Jay acts more like Aladdin) I can’t stop thinking about the song I won’t say (I’m in love). I kind of took the song idea and ran with it soooo…
If there was a prize for rotten judgement, you had already won it. Every person that you were drawn was inherently bad, not in the sense that they were a villain like you, but in the aspect that they wanted to break you heart. First the son of Scar, then the son Shan Yu, the sons of Mother Gothel, The Queen of Hearts and Dr Facilier equally as damaging to your mental wellbeing. Boys to you, were bad news, and you had had your heart broken so many times it was becoming tiring. You were the daughter of Hades, a goddess who was supposed to be the embodiment of evil, but it was hard to uphold a stone-cold reputation when you were constantly sniffling about your latest failed love interest. It was your best friend who always had to scoop you up off the floor, your best friend who always told you you were better than which ever villain broke your heart, your best friend who taught you that you didn’t need any pathetic boyfriend to make you worthy. It was also you best friend who had threatened to hook anybody who so much as looked at you the wrong way, but that was a habit you were trying to talk him out of. In short our best friend was pretty fucking amazing, if not a little intense. So you took his advice and made a new philosophy, vowing to never fall in love again. It wasn’t quite what he had meant but it was the easiest way to insure you would’t be hurt once more. Why would you need a relationship when you already had everything you needed in a best friend, when you already had everything you needed in Harry Hook.
“I could hurt ye,” Harry whispered a hint of seduction lingering in his Scottish accent as he traced the outline of Mal’s face with his hook. He didn’t believe his luck when he found his Captain’s worst enemy in the “Curl Up and Dye” whilst making his usual rounds, and was using the opportunity to get underneath her skin. His brief session of intimidation was swiftly interrupted by the entrance of a very familiar goddess. “Oh come on Harry! My best friend hasn’t even been on the Isle for an hour and you’re already threatening her! Hands off now!” You had walked in on Harry threatening one of your closest friends, Evie and Dizzy standing in a corner not really knowing what to do. You marched towards the smirking pirate and gave him the look, the look that meant business, the look that meant: you have two seconds to do what I say or I can no longer be held responsible for my actions. Harry sighed. “Oh come on Y/N, I’m only playing” he taunted, grinning at you slightly two widely. You rolled your eyes. “Off!” “I thought I was yer best friend not her” “Harry!” “Ye haven’t replaced me now have ye darling?” He said with mock sarcasm, turning to you with puppy eyes before winking. He was still poking his hook at Mal, making you huff a little. You changed your tactics, standing behind the pirate and pushing your lips to his ear. “Now where would you get that idea Hook” you said so quietly it could have been a whisper, slowly running your hand up Harry’s back. You felt all of his muscles tense up under his shirt and smirked to yourself. Your plan worked, his focus shifted to you instead of the purple haired VK. Suddenly you pulled him backwards away from Mal and stood in front of him, arms crossed with an un-amused look painted on your face. “Don’t look at me like that. Ye make it out like I’m some kind of bad guy” Harry grinned, his signature smirk reappearing. “That’s because you are” The pirate pouted. “Yer forgetting that ye ain’t exactly a saint yourself Y/N”. You both looked each other in the eye, trying to keep a straight face, but cracked simultaneously, erupting into a fit of giggles. “Perhaps. I guess this is why we are friends,” you said eventually but then hardened your tone again. “But I swear to god Har. If you threaten Mal again I’ll personally make sure you’re banished to the underworld. I don’t care how much Uma hates her” You glanced at Mal with a smile, who had gone to join Dizzy and Evie in the corner of the salon. “Anything for ye…” Harry started, when his eyes lit up with mischief you new exactly how he was going to finish the sentence. The dreaded nickname. “Don’t you dare call m-” “Hot stuff!”. He winked at you and you groaned running towards him and shoving his chest. Harry had called you hot stuff since you were ten, when he made you so angry that your hair ignited, engulfing your head with cobalt flames much like your father. You begged him for days to stop, but seeing as you hated it so much (mainly due to the fact that people started to presume you were together) Harry decided to keep it.
As your hands connected with the pirate chest, he grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him. In a second, you were tossed over his shoulder, kicking, screaming and flailing your limbs as he spun you around in a circle, his hook resting over the small of your back. You were both chuckling heartily, completely forgetting you had an audience until little Dizzy cleared her throat loudly enough for you to hear. “Harold James Hook! Put me down right now!” “Any thing ye say… Hot stuff” “Harry!” You screeched. “Well as much as I would love to stay and chat.. hot stuff” He ignored your glare but sniggered to himself before continuing “But I’ve got more children to steal from” Immediately your jaw clenched and Harry realised his mistake too late. “You’re stealing from children again?” He ran his hands through his hair and avoided your eyes. “I am a villain Y/N. It’s what I do” “No, we talked about this Harry! You’re a villain yes, but not a monster. You don’t steal from children” “Uma told me t-” “Uma doesn’t control what you do” “No, I’m sorry I forgot that was ye job” Harry muttered sarcastically under his breath. You raised an eyebrow at him long enough for him to cave in. “Fine! I’ll give it all back!” The pirate finally announced “Ye going to be the death of my Y/N” he said rolling his eyes. “What else are best friends for Harry?” You grinned back at him as he made his way out of the salon. “Dizzy yer money” He grumbled reluctantly, dropping it by the door before turning back to face you “Meet you in the market at seven?” “Meet you in the market at seven” you reaffirmed, nodding at him with a grin. Harry hadn’t even been gone 10 seconds before you were descended on by the group of confused yet intrigued VK’s standing in the corner.
“Oh. My. God!” Evie shrieked like a little school girl, jumping up and down and squealing “We knew it! We all new it!” Dizzy shouted, grabbing your forearm and tugging at it a little. You huffed but chuckled lightly at their giddiness. “You know what?” “That you love Harry!” Mal practically shouted, grabbing your other arm and beaming at you. “No.” You said defiantly, your top lip wrinkling at the mention of the word love. “I most certainly do not.” “Who’d you think you’re kidding Y/N?” Evie laughed “He’s the earth and heaven to you” “He’s my best friend!” You protested. “We can see right through you. You love each other!” Mal added, glancing at Evie with a knowing look. “It’s okay Mal, just shout it a bit louder. I don’t think the deaf man at the end of the alley quite heard you” you hissed, shaking the girls off of your arm “We do not love each other okay?” “But you have him wrapped around your finger! Do you think he would have given me back my money if anbody else had told him to” Dizzy tried to reason. “He’s my best friend!” You repeated. “And I’ve seen the way you look at each other” Mal said. “He’s all you talk about, all you think about” Evie said backing her up. You inhaled sharply before starting to ramble, refusing to take a breath until you had finished “I am not in love with Harry Hook he is my best friend and that’s how it has been and how it will always be everything works just fine the way it is we do not need to complicate that by taking it any further I mean why would we anyway relationships aren’t even a thing on the isle and I don’t need to ruin the one thing that I got right because of some stupid feelings that might not even really be there” The three VK’s looked at each other, then at you “Oh my gosh Y/N you’re scared of falling in love” “I am not!” “Face it like a grown up Y/N, you’ve got it bad. It’s a good thing you know, love is a good thing” “You don’t get it” “But we do… Don’t be proud Y/N, it’s okay to admit you’re in love” You just looked at them for a second, your stony facade wavering slightly as a memory invaded your thoughts.
(Flashback) Vibrant, curious, alive with bounce and effort. That’s how you remember the two of you that night. Your hair was flowing behind you, rustled by the breeze, as you ran giggling from the brunette beside you. He was mesmerised by your goofy grin, your cheeks pink from the cold. You and Harry couldn’t have been older than seven but you had snuck out once the sun had set, running barefoot down a grassy sand dune, holding your shoes in one hand, tossing them over one shoulder, grabbing each others hand with the opposite. “Harry, look at the sea!” You shouted with wonder. Reflected on the gossamer surface of the ocean was a perfect silver orb, a full moon, making the young pirate laugh a little. “It’s only the moon Y/N” “But it looks pretty though. It just looks so perfect ” you defended, pouting a little as you gazed out at the water. “Yer really weird you know” Harry said, letting go of your hand but shuffling closer to you. “Oh” was all you said quietly. “It’s a good thing” Harry rushed, trying to explain what he was thinking “Ye know normal people are boring” Harry looked at you, his pirate hat was way too big for his head so it slouched too far forward, covering his eyes. You broke out into an uncontrollable smile as you looked up at Harry who even at that age was taller than you. “I love you Harry” “I love you too” Then the seven year old pirate knelt down, one knee digging into the wet sand as he took off his hat. He scrambled around in his back pocket until he pulled out a small copper ring, a glossy black stone adorned the band. You gasped. “Will ye marry me Y/N?” the younger Harry Hook announced, giving you the ring and grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Your smile was even wider. “Har! We are far too young to get married! Ask me again when we’re older and I’ll say yes.” You passed him back the ring and kissed his cheek. “Okay Y/N” Harry said slightly deflated but still smiling as wide, “Ye better not forget”
When you snapped out of your daydream, Evie, Mal and Dizzy were staring at you with smug looks, leaving you to wonder how long you had zoned out for. “I won’t say I’m in love” was all you huffed before you left the salon.
You weren’t even half way down the street before you started to curse the three of them. Because, for the first time, it occurred to you. They might actually be right. You were in love with Harry Hook. Shit. You were in love with Harry Hook. He was your one stable force, your one ounce of stability in a world of chaos who was always there through good and bad. You loved him so much for that. You were in love with him and you couldn’t believe that you’d only just realised it. But then the doubt came. You knew he didn’t love you back, Harry had made it very clear on numerous occasions, hell, he was the one who told you to stop falling in love. Once before you had tried to confess your feelings for Harry, even if you didn’t consciously realise that was what you were doing yourself, and the outcome had bruised way more than just your ego.
(Flashback) Ursula’s Fish and Chip Shop was packed as per usual. You were hustled into a particularly lively corner, talking with Harry over a plate full of fries. It wasn’t unusual for you two to eat together, in fact you had been bonding over questionably good fish and chips for as long as you could remember. It had become a tradition. Much like it had become a tradition to try and calm Harry down when he told you about who was irritating him and tradition for him to throw food all over the place. Much like how it had become tradition for Harry to glare at anybody else who tried to talk to you until they walked away. Much like how it had become tradition for you to laugh at him and tell him to relax. But that day was different. “I don’t think ye understand how much I hate that kid,” Harry snarled, picking up a handful of fries and launching them across the room. Normal. “Har! When did you ever care what Drew thinks anyway? If you’re mad at him, fine by me, but don’t waste my food on his sorry ass,” you laughed, hugging the plate of chips protectively. Harry slumped down beside you, muttering to himself. Also normal. “Have ye got a problem mate because if not ye need to move along and stop looking at Y/N. She isn’t interested” He shouted at whichever poor boy was approaching you. Again completely and utterly normal. “Give it a rest Har, I can defend myself” you giggled. Normal, sweet normal. But then you tilted your head to look at him “Besides Harry, I wanted to ask you something” Not normal. This was new. This was un-expected. This was spontaneous, out of blue, intriguing but not in any realm of normality. “Well ask away” replied Harry with a grin, clearly he wasn’t phased by the new conversation. “I was just wondering whether you wanted to go and see the floating lanterns with me tomorrow, you know for my birthday. They’ll be lighting them in Auradon all weekend so if we get boat at night we’ll be able to see them across the lake” You looked up at Harry hopefully “I thought it could be nice” “Ye want to see the lanterns?” You nodded your head. “Ye have always been odd Y/N. But yes, I’ll come see the lanterns with ye. I’ll get Uma and Gil to come t-” “No!” You said quickly before returning your voice back to normal “I mean, maybe us two could just go. You smiled weakly at Harry, who cocked his head and looked at you differently. It took a moment for you to realise what you had just done. You had asked Harry on a date. You cursed yourself over and over unable to comprehend why you had just done that. He rubbed the back off his neck. “Hmm, when I think about it I have to train some new crew members with Uma. Maybe another time?” Your stomach twinged a little but your forced yourself to keep smiling. “What about the day after. Like I say they’ll be letting them off all weeke-” “I’m on lookout duty all that night” “Oh” You felt about two centimetres tall in that moment but you refused to let that stupid smile falter. “How about you just tell me when you’re free and we’ll go on a boat trip then. Lanterns or no lanterns. I mean my birthday would have passed but it’s okay” Harry put his hook down on the table and avoided your gaze purposely. “I don’t really have time for a boat trip. I’ve just always got stuff to do” Rejected. You had just been rejected by your best friend and it stung like a bitch. “That okay,” you lied “No worries” Harry picked up another chip and ate it awkwardly. You didn’t speak for a while. A small piece of you had just died, but you kept that goddamn smile on your face. “Are ye okay Y/N, ye look like yer going to be sick” “Yeah yeah I’m fine. Actually no, I think I’m getting sick. I’m just going to sleep it off. Bye” You ran out of the restaurant and away from a bewildered looking pirate, before he could stop you. You couldn’t work out why you were crying about Harry Hook that day but looking back it was so obvious; your heart had been re-broken.
You weren’t mad at Harry after that day, how could you be? He hadn’t done anything wrong, he just didn’t love you in that way. But that was okay, because he was still your best friend, nothing could take away from that. So you moved on, accepted that being friends was the best you were going to get and pushed any feelings you had for Harry deep down. Just not deep enough.
You were down at the market place before Harry was, so you took the time you had spare to browse the various stalls, ignoring the calls of market traders to buy their produce. Usually if you wanted something you would just steal it, an odd apple here and there, a random scarf from time to time. Recently though, you had being to cut back on your petty thieving vice so you resisted the urge to take anything. You made your way to a small cart at the back of the market selling jewellery, the whole stand glinting with golds, silvers and bronzes. You knew none of it would be precious metal, you simply didn’t get that on the isle, but they were pretty nonetheless. “How much is this one,” you said, picking up a silver hair brooch encrusted with small red gems. The market vender was about to answer but was cut off by a voice from behind you, a familiar palm resting on your shoulder. “Might not be the best idea to get that with yer hair sweetheart” Harry whispered, pulling himself in close to you and speaking in your ear. A nauseating jolt of butterfly’s rippled through your stomach before you could stop yourself. Get a grip girl. You tried to tell yourself but you couldn’t help it. You handed the hair clip back to the stall worker and walked away with Harry. “I was going to get that you know” you said, punching Harry playfully in the arm. He grinned at you. “I didn’t know ye were the jewellery type hot stuff” You punched him again for using that god awful nickname before you answered him. “I love jewellery Har, you know it’s one of my many weakness’” It was true, Harry would often tease you, calling you a magpie, as you had a soft spot necklaces and earrings. “I got you something” Harry said quietly, opening the his palm to reveal a intricate ring. He reached for your hand, slipping it onto your finger and smiling at you. You looked at the pirate, then at the ring, then back at the pirate again. “Harry! It’s beautiful” You flung your arms around him but then paused “Did you steal it?” Harry scoffed. “Did I steal it? Ye got some nerve ye do Y/N. Of course I didn’t. I’m just offended ye don’t recognise it” he laughed. You looked at the ring Harry had given you again. It was copper, a glossy black stone adorning the band. It was the ring from the beach, the ring from your childhood. You took a step backwards “Harry I-” You were cut off when Harry pushed his forehead against yours, your eyes widening in alarm. He slowly, started to angle his head towards yours, his lips parting slightly. He was going to kiss you, holy shit he was going to kiss you. A wave of anger washed over you almost instantly. “Harry what the hell!” You slapped him hard, straight across his face, surprising the both of you. You were only getting angrier. “Y/N-” “No! Stop it! Stop playing with my emotions! I thought you were different! I don’t get it, you don’t like me enough to spend time with me on my birthday Harry, MY BIRTHDAY, but somehow you think it’s okay to spring shit like this on me!” The ends of your hair were burning blue now “I didn’t mean to-” “This is all just an intimidation thing isn’t it” you yelled not caring who was staring now “You flirt with everyone you’re trying to intimidate I knew that, but I’m supposed your best friend, why are you trying to scare me” “I don’t w-” “I’m going to walk away now so I don’t set myself on fire in public,” you said as calmly as you could manage “Go try and kiss somebody else”
You had to calm down and you knew it. You had to do it fast. Your hair was always the first thing to catch fire but the burning sensation would spread further than that if you couldn’t control it. You wanted to cry, to scream, to tear down a building when you stomped away from Harry, your confusion at his actions amplifying your emotions. You had to stay in control. There was one time when you couldn’t, when the anger was so overwhelming that your body temperature rose so dangerously high that you collapsed. You were hospitalised for weeks with severe burns, reiterating the fact that although you were the daughter of a god, you weren’t immortal. An uncomfortable prickle of heat spread across your skin as you collapsed in the alleyway bawling. You were lucky that Evie found you. “He tried to kiss me Evie. I don’t understand him and it’s driving me insane. I don’t know what he’s thinking,” “Oh Y/N,” Evie said, daring to touch your shoulder once you had cooled down “You are literally the only person on the whole Isle who can’t hear what he’s trying to tell you”
Optimistic. That’s how you felt as you stepped onto that pirate a ship, a strong belief that everything was going to turn out brilliantly. Evie helped you to accept that perhaps you over-reacted at Harry’s attempt to kiss you, so you marched to the docks armed with an apology and a sorry looking smile. You felt terrible, if Harry had truly intended to kiss you genuinely then you couldn’t even begin to understand how he was feeling. Not only had you completely rejected the poor pirate, you had embarrassed him in front of the whole market. The saddest part of all of the whole messy situation was that you actually wanted to kiss Harry, it was your fear of admitting your feelings that was pushing you away. You hoped Harry was in an understanding mood.
You scoured the upper deck for the pirate but you struggled to find him anywhere. You did on the other hand, find Uma. “Hey Uma! Do you know where Harry is?” You asked the Captain, slowly making your way towards her. You may not exactly have been friends with Uma but you two were civil and got along well enough. She nodded at you reluctantly, as if contemplating whether to speak. “He’s in his cabin,” she replied softly, looking at you with pity. You presumed she was acting strangely because Harry had told her about the market incident. You were wrong.
You whistled to yourself as you you climbed the stairs to Harry’s cabin, pausing outside of his door to give yourself a pep talk. There was no point in denying it anymore, you were completely and utterly head over heels for the boy and bottling your feelings up wasn’t going to help anything. You decided then and there you were just going to tell him, get everything off of your chest once and for all. It was Harry after all, you could tell him anything in confidence and vice versa, the two of you were practically inseparable. “You’ve got this Y/N,” You told yourself “Get in there and get yourself a boyfriend”. You grinned nervously but felt oddly calm, opening the door of Harry’s bedroom. “Har?” You called out softly. Then your whole world collapsed.
Harry Hook. Hailey Facilier. Kissing. Each other. On the lips. That’s all you had to see to know it had happened again. Your heart had well and truly broken this time. You shut the door slowly, knowing they hadn’t seen you. You felt like you’d been hit in the face. But the funny thing was, you weren’t surprised. Harry was the biggest flirt on the Isle, he was known to break hearts left right and centre, yet you refused to believe he would do that to you. It was like giving a murder a knife and expecting not to be stabbed. After all he had said about the guys who had hurt you, he had joined the list himself. But you still weren’t prepared for it. How could you possibly have prepared to have your heart ripped out of your chest. You underestimated the power of heartbreak. Why were you never ready for it? Because you loved him. Or maybe because you were in denial. You thought Harry would never do it to you. You thought the murder wouldn’t stab you. But you had been stabbed all right, stabbed right in the very back.
You stumbled your way back to the main ship. You couldn’t see, you didn’t know where you were or where you were going, you knew one thing and one thing only. You were burning. Anger boiled deep down in your system, as hot as lava, scorching you from the inside out. It churned from within you, hungry for destruction and you knew this time that it’s too much for you to handle. There was no way for you to control this. The pressure of the raging sea of anger wouldn’t just force you to say things you didn’t mean or release the pent up emotions you had suppressed for weeks, it would hurt people, including yourself. Seriously hurt people. How could you Harry? was the only thought you had as you hit the deck.
“Harry!” Gil yelled as he ran to find the first mate “Harry! We don’t know what to do!” The doors to Harry’s cabin flew open revealing him sat alone at the foot of his bed, his head in his hands. He jerked his head to face Gil. “What are ye going on about,” he snapped. “It’s Y/N! I think she’s about to set on fire again!” Harry winced at your name but still managed to roll his eyes. “She’s the daughter of bloody Hades what do ye expect! Ye know her hair sets on fire” Gil shook his head violently, so much so it made him dizzy “Yeah but Harry! It’s not just her hair!”
Harry was panicking. He was there when this happened before, when he had no idea what to do, when all he could do was stand and watch you. He raced down to the ship deck, where you were laid on the floor, a crowd of pirates surrounding you. He pushed them all out of the way. “What the fuck has made her so mad!” Harry screamed to no-one in particular as he kneeled beside you. “Get away from me!” You spat, wiggling as far from his as you could. You couldn’t stand up anymore, your entire body glowing red as you continued to get hotter and hotter. It hurt to move. “Y/N” “Please,” you croaked, any resentment in your voice vanishing, leaving you completely vulnerable “Please just go back to Hailey” “What do you mean back to Ha- Y/N you’ve got this all wrong” Without thinking Harry reached for you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you in close. He grimaced, a searing burning pain exploding from the arm that was holding you but he shrugged it off, pulling you into a closer embrace. He started to rub your cheek. “Please try and calm yer self down Y/N” He whispered to you. “Let go of me Harry, I’m hurting you”. You were crying but your tears turned to steam as soon as they touched your face. “I’m the one that’s hurt ye love and I’m sorry” His embrace was soothing, his muscular arms protective of you as he held your frail burning body. Slowly but surely you felt your body temperature decline. “Do you love her Harry?” It was a question you didn’t want to know the answer to but you asked anyway. “Y/N ye don’t seriously think that do ye?” He gripped your harder. Your skin was no longer glowing like embers of a bonfire but you still far from back to normal. “I saw you kissing and-” “She kissed me Y/N! She kissed me! And I pushed her off me! And I screamed at her because…” He paused for a second and just looked at you. “Because what?” Your voice was gentler now. “Because I fucking love ye Y/N” It happened suddenly, as if someone had flipped a switch. You were extinguished. The flames disappeared. A new kind of warmth dispersed inside of you, a tingling happy glow of heat radiating from your stomach banishing the remnants of any anger. You melted, returning back to your normal state, looking up at Harry in disbelief. “What?” “Ye heard me, I love ye. And I’ve told myself for so long that I didn’t, because I was scared of ye finding out but I can’t help it I-” “I love you too Har” You buried your face into the crook of Harry’s neck, no longer afraid of burning him to death. The Pirates around you began to cheer and you became suddenly aware that you had an audience. Harry waved his hands in an odd gesture and they all scurried away, leaving you sat on Harry’s lap in the middle of the ship. “I’m sorry for being a dick” “And I’m sorry for nearly giving you third degree burns” You both spluttered with laughter. “Yer lethal Y/N. Remind me of this whenever I plan on making ye angry again,” “Oh so you plan on making me angry in advance do you?” You smirked back at the pirate. You were back to being Y/N and Harry again, slipping back into the comforting roles as if nothing had happened,as if you hadn’t just been sat on the floor consumed by your own raging anger. It was refreshing. “Ye better believe it” Harry winked at you. He offered you a hand and pulled you up to stand behind him. “Now!” He said grandly “About that boat trip ye were banging on about…” Harry lead you to the ship’s railing and motioned towards a small white rowing boat tied up along the docks, a singular paper lantern resting at the bow. You grinned at him. “Harold James Hook, have I told you I love you?” “I love ye more” “Not possible” “It is” “It isn’t” “It is” “God we’re unbearable aren’t. we,” you chuckled lightly. “I’m afraid we are..” Harry smirked “…Hotstuff”
calum: ocean breeze, ice cubs melting in your mouth, the smell of aftershave, broken mirrors, scribbled notes, painfully strong hugs, starless skies, fridge magnets from all around the world, dark poetry, blue berry stained fingers, the warm feeling of alcohol in your tummy, fast cars, drive-in theaters.
michael: freshly cut grass, ripped notebook pages, flower gardens, dim lights in your bedroom, cold air on hot skin, bed hair, bruises on thighs, rough fingertips, sand in your shoes, hair dye on t-shirts, guitar picks, cold showers, long paragraphs, fluffy carpets, oven heat blowing in your face, musicals, fruit baskets.
ashton: wine stained lips, expensive suits, cartoon designed band-aids on knuckles, colorful butterflies, late night facetime calls, broken phone screens, cold feet, knee high socks, heavy thunder storms, horoscopes, braids, knee scratches, skateboards, bandanas, picnics under the moonlight, freshly baked cookies.
luke: uncomfortable freshly washed sheets, hair spray, moon eclipses, ripped clothes, leather jackets, mint drops, tangled headphones, full body goosebumps, love letters, fancy dinners, piles, the after taste of cigarettes, sticky notes, doing laundry, cold tiles, the sun peaking from behind heavy curtains, empty apologies.