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settle down | (m)

• pairing: min yoongi x reader, roommate! yoongi
• genre/warnings: smut, angst, fluff, slow buuurrrn, enemies to lovers
• words: 14,930
→summary: An unfortunate event finds you living with the man you practically despise over the summer. However, maybe through a series of fortunate events, you find yourself falling for him…
• note. this is a remastered version of the originally story I wrote called ‘and july’ (found here) that I wrote for suho back when I started this blog, albeit slightly (very?) different.

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Like I Do | Enoch O’Connor X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.

A/N: I don’t even know.

Characters: movie!Enoch O’Connor/fem!reader.

Warnings: Smut.

Word Count: 1912 words.

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(Y/N) couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen a new person since she’d arrived in Miss Peregrine’s loop, she’d grown used to the routine, and Jacob’s arrival was a big deal for her, in a good way. The girl was grateful to see a new face among her friends.

As soon as she saw him, she felt tempted to start a friendship with him, and that was exactly what she did, spending the rest of the afternoon with him and Emma, even if the girl had to have gone to help someone with something, leaving Jacob and (Y/N) walking in the garden while they talked. The girl didn’t think that much could come of it, at least until she got into her boyfriend’s room, Enoch.

It wasn’t hard to realize that something was wrong, from the moment she stepped on her feet she noticed that he seemed to be ignoring her presence there, making the girl frown. He was sitting on his bed, staring at the floor, as if it was a super interesting thing. What was that about?

“Hey.” she said, slowly approaching him. Enoch slowly lifted his head toward her, pretending to realize only now she had entered the room.

“Oh (Y/N), to what do I owe the honour of your visit?” he asked, his voice revealing the obvious anger he felt at the moment. “Wouldn’t you rather be snogging that Jacob kid?”

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A Place to Call Home

A/N: So I had this idea and then I had a dream of this idea so I decided to go with it. I thought about make it a series but I’m not sure yet. We’ll see how it goes. I had no idea it would come out as long as it did, the words just kept come. Anyways, let me know what you think! BE HONEST. And if you want this to maybe be a series let me know that as well! :) Also I suck a titles I’m sorry.

Warnings: Drinking. Language. Smut. Unprotected Sex.

Word Count: 8,956 (SORRY)

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

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I’m so sorry for everyone who missed the take me home era

Patater Week (Feb 6) Get Together

you know how i said i wasn’t doing this

apparently i am a liar.

(all the week’s fics will go onto ao3)

They literally slam into each other at a roller rink.

It’s a You Can Play benefit thing for kids. Kent’s too busy watching to make sure he doesn’t run over one of the mini-tots that he completely misses the giant headed in his direction. And you would think, wouldn’t you, that a guy whose career involved balancing on knives on ice would take a check on skates as well as he did in an ice rink, but nope. Kent hits Alexei Mashkov head-on and sends them both into a pile on the ground.

The icing on the cake is Kent’s arm clotheslining a six-year-old on the way down.

So now he and Tater are both sitting on the side of the roller skating rink, holding matching cold packs to their faces while a small child stuffs tissues up his nose to stop the bleeding.

“I’mb gonna tell everybody at school that Kent Parsob hit by face!” the kid tells Kent happily, oblivious to his dad’s efforts to keep him from talking and thereby snorting blood everywhere.

Kent gives him a weak thumbs up. At his side, Alexei makes a noise that might actually be a giggle.

“You so cute with kids,” Alexei says.

Damn language barriers, Kent thinks. “You mean I’m good with kids. And I’m not that great. They just like me because I’m ridiculous.”

“You are very ridiculous,” Alexie agrees. “But I’m choose right word, ‘cute.’ You are cute being with kids.”

Kent thinks the head-on collision must have knocked something loose in both their heads. He twists sideways and gapes, the effect of which is probably lost due to the ice pack covering half his face. “I’m sorry. What did you just say?”

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THIS IS AMAZING AND PERFECT WATCH IT BEFORE THE ANGRY OSCAR PEOPLE MAKE IT DISAPPEAR!

That’s what you get for not nominating one of the best animated movies possibly ever.  THAT’S WHAT YOU GET.

No Place Like Home

A/N: A Daddy!Spencer fic inspired by the pictures above. I can’t stress enough how much I love to imagine this man as a father… ugh! Well, I hope you enjoy. I hope this isn’t complete garbage. Feedback is loved and appreciated!

Summary: Spencer comes home after a hard case and is comforted by his family.

Warnings: None.


The day you married Spencer, you never thought you could love anyone more than you loved him. Then you had your first son, Edison, and your heart grew twice its size. It grew again with your second son, Atticus, and then again with your daughter, Cashlyn.

Being a mom was the most rewarding, fulfilling feeling in the world. But it did have it’s downfalls.

Like when you would get woken up at ungodly hours of the morning. On a Sunday morning, at that.

“Mama?” you heard Cashlyn whisper as she shook your shoulder gently. Your mom (and ex FBI) instincts kicked in, jolting you awake immediately. Glancing over at the clock on your nightstand, you saw that it was 6 AM.

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Stalker

rompts: Combination of this one-shot where you’re batmom and just came back from a long business trip and all the kids missed you & when you get home you get shot by an unknown outside the manor in front of Damian who felt something was off? If we survive it’s up2u AND THIS one where Batmom has a stalker? And maybe she doesn’t want to tell Batman right away because she thinks she can handle it?

Requested by: @imagination-factory

AN: Warning there will probably be tears, but not for the reason you think …

Words:1089


          “My boys!!!!!” You open your arms as the boys run forward. You’re nearly driven to the ground by the force of four hugs. You make sure to hug each of your sons individually, before they begin fighting for your attention.

          You listen to the bickering as it turns from who your favorite is, to who’s the best baker of all things. Each boy takes a bag, and starts heading towards the house. Taking a deep breath, you smile at the man leaning against the door frame.

          Bruce is dressed in jeans and a sweater, a look you prefer to his usual suit. He looks relaxed and happy, something that never fails to fill you with joy. You open your arms again, as he begins walking towards you with his usual smirk.

          When he finally pulls you in for a hug, you take a deep breath, breathing in his scent. He’s big, and warm, and contrary to popular belief, quite cuddly. “I missed you.”

          He just laughs, “I missed you more. The bed is incredibly cold without you in it.”

          You just smile, as you begin walking towards the house. You can hear the boys arguing inside, when all of a sudden your steps falter. Not understanding what’s going on, you start to fall, and as Bruce catches you, the first tingles of pain hit you. And then it’s a searing pain. Sound disappears, and your eyesight starts to go fuzzy. The last thing you see is Bruce’s face, before everything goes black.  

          You wake up to something squeezing your arm. Your mouth is dry, and your head is fuzzy. Opening your eyes, you’re grateful that the lights are dimmed low. Turning your head to the side, you smile at the sight of Bruce. His eyes go a little wide, before he moves forward. He crouches down next to you. “Hey,” he whispers before pushing hair back from your face.

          You voice cracks a bit when you speak, “What happened?”

          “You were shot, by a man who appears to have been stalking you for quite some time. He escaped, but Jim is on the case.” You let out a small groan. Bruce runs a hand over his face, having gathered the meaning, “You knew about him?”

          You nod, “He kept showing up wherever I was. He sent flowers and food. I had my assistant throw everything away. Security went through everything too, there was nothing harmful in any of it, but I didn’t want to take a chance.”

          Bruce just nods, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

          “It all started after the Joker had escaped a few months ago. You and the boys were so stressed; I didn’t want to add to that.”

             Bruce’s hand covers yours, “You come first.”

          You give a small smile, “I honestly didn’t think he was a threat.”

          Bruce finally leans in and kisses you, “Next time, please just tell me when you have a stalker.”

          “Deal.”

          It takes a week before the doctors let you out of the hospital. The bullet had just barely missed your spine, and had hit a major artery on its way out. It was only Bruce’s knowledge of how to slow the bleeding that had kept you alive.

          The boys baby you over the next few days, they won’t even let you carry a bowl of soup. About a week after you get home, Jim alerts you that your stalker, and would be killer, had been caught. Caught in a room with pictures of you pasted everywhere. After several psychiatric tests it became clear that he had created a delusional relationship with you after you had complimented him for some computer work he had done in your office.  

          Apparently, you having left the country on the business trip was what set him off. Not being able to see you or observe you had driven him into a more violent psychosis. In the end, he’s sentenced to a stint in Arkham. That doesn’t reassure you, or your boys.

When he turns up dead in his cell one morning, there’s a lot of shuffling in the house. Eyes cut to Jason more often than they should, the curiosity is there but no one is brave enough to actually ask if he had done it.

You do your best to block it from your mind. You know Jason’s code is different than the others. You know he kills, but no one has ever killed for you before and that makes you a little nauseous.

About a week after the murder, you come home to what should be an empty manor. Bruce is at work, Tim and Damian are at school, and Jason and Dick were on a mission. So when you enter the Manor and hear frustrated screaming, you’re more than a little confused.

You follow the sound to the back yard to find Damian attacking a tree with a blade. He’s going at the tree as though it had demanded he go back to the league. As you get closer, you stop at sword’s length away and say, “Damian.”

He freezes mid swing. Slowly he turns to face you. And that’s when you notice. He’s thinner than he should be, there are dark circles under his eyes, and he won’t meet your gaze.

You move forward slowly. Stopping in front of him, you take the sword from his hand, and when you place a hand on his shoulder, he shrugs it off. “Damian,” you whisper. You do it again, and this time he gives into the touch, before the tears start rolling down his cheeks. He collapses into your arms, and you gently sink to the ground with him, tossing the sword to the side.

“It was me.”

You run your fingers through his hair, “What was you?”

“It was me who killed him.”

You freeze, “What?”

He straightens a bit, “I killed the stalker. Todd was going to do it, but I beat him to it. He found me in the cell, he’s the one who got me out, and cleaned up.”

You take a deep breath, “Oh, Damian.”

You pull him closer and you let him cry, “It shouldn’t bother me. I’ve killed before. I killed the entire time growing up, so why does it bother me now? Why?”

You’re not quite sure what to say, “Oh, my baby.”

“I couldn’t let him hurt you again. I can’t lose you. You’re my mom.”

You don’t say anything else, you just pull him in closer, and let him cry.

Sana and her two worlds

So for a while I have noticed that this season has included a lot of shots with Sana and doors. She’s been behind them, walking through them, peeking behind everything beyond the door, and even standing in the doorway as she is greeted by others.

I tried to not think too much about it because it’s just showing Sana enter a room right? It doesn’t mean anything.

But then I started to think about what Sana’s theme is this season. She is torn between two worlds. Her faith, religion, family as one world and then her friends, Norwegian culture, and now Yousef, representing another.

She wants both but she is struggling to find the balance between these two worlds.

The door is a symbolic representation of a passageway from one world to another, particularly in regards to religion. 

So when it comes to Sana, every time we see her with a door, it is representing Sana transitioning into another world.

When she sees the girls in ep 1, she stands in the door, observing the world they represent before joining them

When we first see her home, we get a shot of Sana actually entering it. Introducing us to her other world. The one we haven’t seen before this season.

We get to see her enter a party, representing her walking into that world again.

And then, we see her enter a room in the party to pray, symbolising her switching into her other world again.

She is literally taking the passageway into each world. Trying to separate them but have them both at the same time.

and you can tell it is going to begin to become exhausting, trying to juggle being a part of both.

Without knowing it at the time, when Sana looks behind the door at Yousef in episode two, this was representing her observing another world she wants to be a part of, but without actually walking through the door and leaving her world behind - which is now the issue she is going to struggle with when it comes to Yousef and her faith.

To be with him, how much of her world does she need to sacrifice?

If she steps through the threshold, how much of her world begins to crumble?

she is truly torn, so she continues to stay in the doorway.

and now in this clip we saw Sana hiding behind the door as she peeks at her mother and her brother arguing, representing Sana feeling lost between her two worlds.

She is watching as this one begins to shake at just the mere droplet of the other world mixing in. And this is when the trouble truly begins.

Soon Sana will have to stop hiding behind her door…and either choose between the two worlds, or find a way to bring them together.

Entertainment Dolls | Enoch O’Connor x Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.

A/N: So, I saw this post from @neonfreckles and I couldn’t help but want to write something about it, it ended up being cute and shitty at the same time, but oh well. It’s, like, my first time writing something for MPHFPC and I already wanted to write something for it already a while ago, so yeah, I hope you like it! (This story takes place before Enoch goes to Miss Peregrine’s loop)

Characters: book!Enoch O’Connor/fem!reader.

(R/N) stand for “Roommate’s name”.

Word Count: 1030 words.

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Her eyes were slightly bothered by the sunshine coming from the open window, causing her to rub her eyes and open them slowly as she let out a loud yawn, stretching herself right after. The girl looked around her room, realizing that her roommate was no longer in her bed. What time was it? She closed her eyes again, sinking into her pillow and staying that way for a few more seconds before she let out a grunt and stood up.

(Y/N) left the room, walking lazily down the hall, where she could see the other children’s bedrooms, all empty. She sighed knowing that when she found (R/N), she’d teased her about waking up that hour, whatever time it was.

The girl started down the stairs, taking a quick glance in the living room to see if anyone was there, but found only empty seats. She frowned, strange how quiet the house was, not what you’d expect from a place full of children. After a few seconds of silence as she stood at the bottom of the stairs, she heard the laughter coming from outside. She rolled her eyes, the yard should have been the first place to look.

She opened the door, revealing some of the children gathered under one of the trees, apparently watching something. (Y/N) approached to see what was happening there and then noticed, leaning against the trunk of the tree, her friend, Enoch O'Connor, who seemed to be entertaining the younger kids, making his dolls dance and do tricks.

But the funniest part of watching that was that it seemed like he was having more fun than the children, having a small smile on his lips, bowing in thanks as the kids started applaud him. He only seemed to notice his new spectator as (Y/N) applauded him, making him curtsy at the girl.

One boy then lightly pushed the other with an amused smile on his face, the children looked at each other for a moment, it seemed to be clear to all of them that a tag game had just begun, causing them all to run away in different directions, finding a new game to have fun after the end of Enoch’s presentation.

“Hey, (Y/N).” he said, drawing her attention back to him.

“Hey.” the girl looked around, looking for her roommate with her eyes. “Did you see (R/N) today?”

“Oh yes, she was telling me a few minutes ago how loud your snores are.” he said, giving her a small grin as he watched the girl sit next to him.

“Yeah, look who’s talking.” she rolled her eyes, leaning against the tree. "If she hadn’t been so loud I wouldn’t have gone to bed so late last night.”

(Y/N) heard him snort before he started talking about the bets some of them started to make when they couldn’t decide whether she had passed out or died for not showing up for breakfast, but her attention was totally on the last doll that was still standing, walking a little disoriented near the other dolls and then falling down. Enoch lifted him as soon as he noticed, patting it on its back, pushing it in one direction, causing the doll to run away.

"And there it goes.” she said as she watched the little doll disappear through the nearby bushes.

“It’ll come back.” the boy stated as he stared at the plants, but returned to pay attention to the girl when he heard her stomach rumble loudly. "Well, it looks like someone’s hungry.” A smirk appeared on his lips.

"I didn’t have breakfast.” (Y/N) murmured, feeling a little embarrassed.

“Or lunch.”

Her head turned quickly to him, her eyes widening. “Did I miss lunch?” she looked up at the sky. “What time is it?”

Enoch laughed at her despair, receiving a glare from the girl. “Calm down, we ate half an hour ago.” she nodded, her stomach rumbling again. “(R/N) said she’d keep something for you.”

(Y/N) snorted, frustrated. “She’s going to eat whatever she got for me.”

“I tried to hide the food, but she found it anyway.” he said, making her pat him on the shoulder, recognizing the effort he had made.

(Y/N) was going to suggest that they come in to look for her friend when a movement in the bushes caught their attention. The little doll ran off from there, almost falling in its way as it tried to carry a flower, then stopping beside Enoch and dropping the plant there, sitting on the ground and then falling next to the others. The girl raised her eyebrow.

“It brought you a flower.” she said, feeling slightly confused why it would do that. Maybe Enoch’s dolls liked him so much that they brought gifts from time to time.

“Oh no.” he turned his face slightly, avoiding her gaze as he held the flower to her. “It brought you a flower.”

(Y/N) felt an automatic smile appears on her face, she giggling as she took the flower from the blushing boy’s hand. “Well, it’s beautiful.” she said softly. “Thank you.”

He didn’t seem to be willing to look at her so soon, continuing with the face turned away as he looked at anything but her. A smirk appeared on her lips, which pressed against Enoch’s cheeks in a quick kiss. If his cheeks were already red, they had managed to get even more. He pursed his lips together, trying to hide the goofy grin that tried to appear on his face as he still tried to avoid her gaze.

“Come.” she said getting up. “Let’s find (R/N) and see if my food still exists, yes?”

Enoch nodded, still saying nothing and stood up. The two of them walked side by side toward the house, their hands brushing against each other for a few seconds before Enoch took the initiative and held her hand in his, finally letting the grin he held emerge on his lips, making (Y/N) smile back at him as he stared at her.

They felt as happy as they could be at that moment. Neither of them aware that they wouldn’t stay in that loop for much longer after that.