i am going to go cry in a corner forever now

some of my favourite bits/random thoughts from beauty and the beast (2017)

(Warning: spoilers ahead) (this is long and goes through the entire movie cause i need to talk about it alright

  • the pretentiousness of the prince at the beginning and his face when he handles the rose - amazing face by dan stevens might i add 
  • how the entire castle kinda looks like a rose and when it crumbles whenever the petals fall - that shit was wild man 
  • that the town was actually diverse??? amazing and beautiful
  • WHEN BELLE IS READING AND SHE’S SURROUNDED BY FLOWERS/ROSES 
  • “she hasn’t made a fool of herself to gain my favour. What would you call that?” “Dignity” (same)
  • ALL THE ROSE MOTIFS HOLY FUCK OKAY 
  • that mother fucking groan in ‘belle (reprise)’ that every woman can relate to
  • HOW DOES THIS ENTIRE FAMILY TRUST THE INSTINCTS OF A HORSE AND TALK TO IT LIKE IT UNDERSTANDS EVERY FUCKING WORD? AMAZING AND MIND BLOWING 
  • when cadenza had that ‘oh shit’ moment 
  • maurice trying to act all chill before freaking the fuck out 
  • lets be real - every moment between lumiere and cogsworth
  • “Who are you?” “Who are you?” - same adam 
  • why doesn’t this castle have any railings? like, i understand its a dungeon or whatever….but like,,,safety people???
  • “or as i like to call it, the only wing” nice save lumiere 
  • table dancing in gaston….so many feelings for it 
  • “You can’t judge people by who their father is, now can you?” YASSSS GIVE ME BACKSTORY I LOVE THIS SHIT
  • the fact that adam/the beast struggles with having a normal conversation cause he’s an idiot who hasn’t interacted with people properly in yearssssssss
  • the fact that mrs potts is okay with belle leaving. she’s so sweet and i loved her in this
  • WHY DIDN’T LUMIERE LET BELLE EAT AT ALL DURING ‘BE OUR GUEST’? FUCKING RUDE
  • also, the amount of extra lumiere was in this scene? amazing 
  • does the beast sleep in a nest or a bed? like….i have a lot of feelings about this okay
  • (dan stevens knocks me out every time he talks in this movie okay. SO MUCH EMOTION)
  • the fact that the castle has a doggy door????
  • The way that the beast fainted, was like…..so very human and i love it okay
  • do you think agatha was fucking tired of waiting for a girl to come around or do you think it’s destiny that led her there - too many rose motifs have forced me into these thoughts
  • how nuts is gaston tho??? like the fuck is up with him really??
  • DAYS IN THE SUN THO - LIKE….LITTLE PRINCE DIDN’T REALLY GET TO SAY GOODBYE TO HIS MUM. I WANNA DIE 
  • “My favourite is romeo and juliet” *beast eyerolls for days* (like same dude)
  • BELLE’S REACTION TO SEEING THE LIBRARY - LETS BE REAL, SAME
  • (also, highly sure the library scene is where beast realises he likes belle) 
  • the beast imitating the horse; beautiful and adorable 
  • snowball scene
  • THE BEAST UNABLE TO HOLD ALL THE BOOKS. AMAZING
  • BEAST TRYING TO PLAY THAT HE ISN’T READING A ROMANCE - DORK 
  • “What do you say we run away?” - YAS BITCH YASSSSSS
  • “too touristy?” - i love him 
  • “LET’S GO HOME” AND FUCKING BEAST’S FACE, SO TENDER AND SOFT I WANT TO CRY
  •  the water from the bath splashing on lumiere….brilliant
  • THE BEAST WEARING MAKE UP I’M CRYING
  • the dress was beautiful and i will fight everyone who says it isn’t great 
  • THE PART OF THE DANCE WHERE THE BEAST DIPS BELLE AND THEN HAS HER UP ON HIS HIP IN LIKE ONE MOVE - FUCKING BRO, HE IS AMAZING
  • AND BELLE’S FACE THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE THING - SHE’S IN LOVE WITH HIM THE MOST IN THAT DANCE 
  • THE BEAST ASKING HER IF SHE COULD BE HAPPY THERE, THAT SHE MAY ACTUALLY FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM AND THERE’S ME CRYING IN THE CORNER 
  • The bit where the beast sees belle run away, that sharp exhale of like shock and sadness 
  • in evermore where the beast closes his eyes to go with the line “i close my eyes and she’s still there’ - LIKE, THAT ACTUAL HEAD SHAKE OF HIM REALISING HOW IN LOVE WITH HER HE IS. FUCKING RUIN ME
  • HE WAITED IN THE SAME SPOT HE LAST SAW HER. HE WOULD HAVE WAITED THERE FOREVER 
  • THE WAY THE BEAST’S VOICE IS SO DESPERATE AND SURPRISED TO SEE BELLE AGAIN AND HE IS SO HAPPY TO SEE HER 
  •  “I am not a beast” - YAS BITCH, YOU TELL HIM 
  • also…..adam fucking jumped across the castle to get to belle….goals 
  • the beast was shot 3 times in the back….i mean….tough as shit he is 
  • He just wanted her there, to say goodbye and he’s in love with her and i’m dead inside 
  • HE DIED WITH HIS EYES OPEN, FUCKIG MORBID 
  • when all the servants transformed….i cried 
  • i love dan stevens so i will defend his ridiculous hair until i die 
  • plus that kiss was gold and i loved it 
  • (tho i do wish he had said something to her in that moment, just something) 
  • i loved lumiere and plumette - so cute (but also it should have been lumiere and cogsworth)
  •  that final dance tho….amazing 
  • the growl
  • i’m done. i am dead inside because of this fucking movie i swear to g 

Disney Lyrics Starters

  •  "I want more.“
  • "I’m not meant to play this part.”
  • “If I were to truly be myself I would break my family’s heart.”
  • “Why is my reflection someone that I don’t know.”
  • “No man is worth the aggravation.”
  • “Who do you think you’re kidding?”
  • “Girl, you can’t conceal it.”
  • “No chance, no way, I won’t say it.”
  • “It’s too cliche, I won’t say i’m in love.”
  • “I thought my heart had learned it’s lesson.”
  • “You keep on denying who you are and how you’re feeling.”
  • “Face it like a grown up.”
  • “When you gonna own up.”
  • “Check the grin, you’re in love.”
  • “I won’t say i’m in love.”
  • “You’re way off base.”
  • “Get off my case, I won’t say it.”
  • “In your dreams you will lose your heartache.”
  • “Have faith in your dreams.”
  • “You’ve got power in your corner now.”
  • “You ain’t never had a friend like me.”
  • “Come on and whisper what you want.”
  • “I’ve got a powerful urge to help you out.”
  • “You think i’m an ignorant savage.”
  • “How can there be so much that you don’t know.”
  • “You think you own whatever land you land on.”
  • “I wonder why I didn’t see it there before.”
  • “Who’d have ever thought this could be?”
  • “I admit in the past i’ve been a nasty.”
  • “I’ve mended all my ways.”
  • “It’s a talent I always have possessed.”
  • “Someone couldn’t pay the price.”
  • “A girl who gossips is a bore.”
  • “It’s she who holds her tongue that gets the man.”
  • “Make your choice!”
  • “I’m a very busy woman.”
  • “I haven’t got all day.”
  • “It won’t cost much.”
  • “Now’s your moment.”
  • “We all must pay the price.”
  • “I can show you the world.”
  • “When did you last let your heart decide?”
  • “I can open your eyes.”
  • “I can’t go back to where I use to be.”
  • “Let me share this whole new world with you.”
  • “I can see what’s happening.”
  • “Disaster’s in the air.”
  • “Time is racing towards us.”
  • “Heed my every order and you might survive.”
  • “I only steal what I can’t affort.”
  • “One jump ahead of the hitman.”
  • “I’ve got that wanderlust.”
  • “The world is my backyard.”
  • “I’ve only got myself.”
  • “You’re alone and you’re scared.”
  • “Come on and lift your glass.”
  • “Every day is like the one before it.”
  • “Every guy here love’d to be you.”
  • “I never see you anymore.”
  • “It’s like you’ve gone away.”
  • “I wish you would tell me why.”
  • “People have been asking where you'be been.”
  • “Please let me in.”
  • “We only have each other.”
  • “Put on a show.”
  • “Make one wrong move and everyone will know.”
  • “It’s only for today.”
  • “It’s agony to wait.”
  • “I’m getting what i’m dreaming of.”
  • “But with you I’ve found my place.”
  • “it’s nothing like i’ve ever known before.”
  • “Couldn’t keep it in, heaven knows I’ve tried.”
  • “Don’t let them know.”
  • “I don’t care what they’re going to say.”
  • “It’s time to see what I can do.”
  • “You’ll never see me cry.”
  • “I’m never going back.”
  • “The past is in the past.”
  • “That perfect girl is gone.”
  • “You don’t have to keep your distance anymore.”
  • “I finally understand.”
  • “You don’t have to live in fear.”
  • “I will be right here.”
  • “Your life awaits.”
  • “Just stay away and you’ll be safe from me.”
  • “I get the feeling you don’t know.”
  • “You don’t have to be afraid.”
  • “We can work this out together.”
  • “I can’t control the curse.”
  • “You’re not safe here.”
  • “This is where i’m meant to be.”
  • “I am on my way.”
  • “I’ve been around the block before.”
  • “I’ve given up hope that someone would come along.”
  • “I’m down to one last hope.”
  • “My words are a matter of pride.”
  • “It’s clear from your vacant expressions that the lights are not all on upstairs.”
  • “So prepare for the chance of a lifetime.”
  • “You will be rewarded when I am at last given my dues.”
  • “You’re expected to take certain duties on board.”
  • “As you thgouth life you’ll see, there is so much we don’t understand.”
  • “Things don’t always go the way we planned.”
  • “Can I still just be me the way I am?”
  • “Can I trust in my own heart?”
  • “Am I just one part of some big plan?”
  • “One day when you’re strong and big, you will be a king.”
  • “I’ve been exiled.”
  • “I get a little tense.”
  • “I hate to let them live.”
  • “The battle may be bloody, but that kinda works for me.”
  • “They can have the world, we’ll create our own.”
  • “I am home if you are right there beside me.”
  • “I know love will find a way.”
  • “This is what you give me to work with?”
  • “Well honey, i’ve seen worse.”
  • “You’ll bring honor to us all.”
  • “Sometimes it’s too much for even me.”
  • “I have your hearts and you have my pity.”
  • “I can improvise.”
  • “Why should I worry?”
  • “Why should I care?”
  • “You can own this town.”
  • “You can wear the crown.”
  • “You’ve got alot to learn.”
  • “You’ll feel right at home on the street.”
  • “We make an art out of staying alive.”
  • “Get what you want then get away.”
  • “Ain’t got time for messin’ around.”
  • “It’s not my style.”
  • “This town can slow you down.”
  • “I know exactly where i’m going.”
  • “People down here think i’m crazy.”
  • “There ain’t nothing that’s gonna stop me.”
  • “Things for sure are gonna go my way.”
  • “I’m almost there!”
  • “I’ve worked hard for everything i’ve got.”
  • “You’re my queen of the night.”
  • “Love is everything, don’t you agree?”
  • “Don’t matter where you came from.”
  • “When you find out who you are you’ll find out what you need.”
  • “That ain’t gonna make you happy.”
  • “All you need is some self control.”
  • “Maybe love will grant you peace of mind.”
  • “You’re something i never chose.”
  • “You’re the best I never knew I needed.”
  • “i need you here always.”
  • “Who knew i’d be here.”
  • “When will my life begin?”
  • “Stuck in the same place i’ve always been.”
  • “For the first time in forever i’m completely free.”
  • “Guess I always knew this day was coming.”
  • “It’s a scary world out there.”
  • “One way or another, something will go wrong I swear.”
  • “You’ll just upset me.”
  • “Go ahead and leave me, I deserve it.”
  • “On your own you won’t survive.”
  • “They’ll eat you up alive.”
  • “Don’t let him device you.”
  • “I won’t say i’ve told you so.”
  • “I’m where i’m meant to be.”
  • “At least I see the light.”
  • “Everything looks different now that I see you.”
psycho 02 / taehyung

Originally posted by sunshine-yj

summary: ‘’you’re mine now baby girl’’

warning and a note: this story has some sexual harassment in it so if you are uncomfortable with reading this kind of story please stop right here, i understand this might be hurtful to some people but this is just my crazy imagination and I’m sorry if you have ever experienced anything like this and I also wish this doesn’t happen to anyone ever, i know that taehyung isn’t like this in real life this is just a story

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‘’scared of me?’’ taehyung hissed in your ear making you shiver all over your body. he had his hands still on you, getting more and more into you pressing you firmly against the door. with no where to run or to do anything you could just stay still and wait for it what’s to happen. taehyung didn’t seem like he’s going to let go of you that easily, it’s like he enjoyed whatever he was doing but out of unknown reason. and the most important question why and why you?

he moved his face down to your neck, feeling the hot heath of his breath on your skin made you nervous and most importantly scared. you could feel something wet on your skin and soon you noticed he was pressing his lips on your neck right where you’re sweet spot was. since you found him quite attractive it was very hard to fight back and refuse to make him stop what he was doing. but the feeling he was giving you, well you have never felt something like that. trying to move your neck out of his way didn’t work since he then put one of his hands on your neck turning it to his left side he then glided his tongue on your neck.

‘’stop please…’’ you finally managed to say while he just laughed into your neck doing it over and over again. what was even more surprising is that you didn’t cry, usually in a situation where a guy is doing something a girl fights back but you just stood there. maybe it was the alcohol or you just found him attractive, or should we say hot.

‘’taehyung…’’ you said but this time it wasn’t your normal way of saying it, it sounded like you moaned his name a bit. you instantly felt hot and you could feel blood rush all over your body. 

‘’yes baby girl? am i making you feel good’’ moving his face away from your neck he finally looks up at you with his eyes. those eyes that he gave you just minutes before he caught you in the bathroom. licking his lips he ran his thumb over your’s as he kept staring at them. each time he would touch you it gave you goosebumps but at the same time also some fear. 

realizing this is all so wrong you get a chance of pushing him back with full force as he landed on the ground hitting his head on the rim of the bathtub. quickly turning around and trying to get out, he was again too fast for you so this time he pressed his chest against your back while your head was against the door. 

‘’you trying to mess with me huh?’’ his hot breath was replaced with a cold one but it wasn’t his breath. it was something sharp almost cutting your skin. noticing how he pushed your head back a bit in the mirror you saw that he was holding a knife against your neck. a smaller one though that he pulled out of his pockets before slamming you against the door again.

‘’taehyung…please don’t..’’ fearing for yourself you started crying. tears kept coming and coming now finally you were scared for your own life. not knowing what he wants was even scarier and also with no chance to run you just waited until he would slit your throat.

he suddenly packs his knife back into his pocket turning you around just like he did before only to hold your face in his hands. he made you look up at him as his eyes were different. filled with sadness he ran both of his thumbs against your cheeks wiping the tears away.

‘’teaehyung let me go please why are you doing this to me?’’ you managed to say back but between sobs. who knows what time it was and if your friend is worried sick where you are. reality is she isn’t here and she cannot help you. you are on your own in this.

‘’shhh baby don’t cry…were going to go home okay? i’m so sorry i never wanted to make you cry it is all may fault’’ you noticed tears at the corner of his eyes but you just didn’t get it why in the world was he crying at all. you were the one in pain while he was enjoying whatever he was doing. 

you nodded at his comment and he opened the door holding you by the waist, almost digging his fingers into your skin making sure you won’t escape. as the two of you were passing by the crowds you noticed your friend was no where to be seen, as she might of went home or is looking for you. taehyung started leading you to his car opening the door and buckling you in. for sure you thought he was going to take you home, just in that moment you felt as he realized he was doing wrong things. calming your self down he started the car and you didn’t even care if he was drunk or not you just wanted to get home and go to sleep. forever forget about all of this.

but soon you saw that the two of you were getting further and further from the city. the shiny road was now replaced with a dark one, no light around except the one his car was giving. less and less houses were beside the road or if the houses were there they were all so bad looking. basically as if no one hasn’t lived there for years.

‘’taehyung where are you taking me? my house isn’t there..’’

he turned to you around with one hand on the wheel the other one placed now on your thigh, giving you a smirk he proceeded to say

‘’you’re not going anywhere, you’re mine now baby girl’’

In An Instant: Part Ten (END)

Summary: A romantic comedy about what happens when love literally falls through your window.

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Ash (aka me), Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark

Warnings: Language, general gross cuteness, some angst, bad writing, bad storylines, possible cheating, but mostly major fluff and feels

Word Count: 1.6K

A/N: I’m finally wrapping up this series. It didn’t quite go the way I had anticipated but I enjoyed it. Thank you to all of you extremely patient people who followed along with me. I’d love to hear what you thought of the series as a whole and what I should/shouldn’t do in future series. I love you all. Special thanks to my babe, @sebbytrash, for reading through this for me. I love you.

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When you awoke that Saturday afternoon, a mere three weeks since you met the life ruiner, Bucky Barnes, your heart literally hurt. Who were you to stop a wedding? You barely knew this guy. There was nothing you could do.

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Back to the Future: Part 7

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: smut, porn gifs, oral (female receiving), angst, blood, injury, pregnancy, fluff (a little bit of everything, eh?)

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With a snap of Zachariah’s fingers and a wave of nausea from the sudden jump of time, the three of you had landed back in the map room of the bunker, startling Sam and Dean.

“Alright!” Zach clapped his hands, a gleeful smile on his face. “Now that I’ve held up my end of the bargain, it’s time for you to hold up yours. Ready to call Michael on down?”

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Blink Of An Eye

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1062

Author’s Note: I’d recommend listening to Blink of an Eye by Tori Kelly while reading, since this one shot is inspired by that song. Let me know what you think about it~ <3

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Originally posted by jjkook


“Y-Y/N, he is.. I.. I think the time has come, Y/N..“

Hearing those words, you stopped breathing and your grip around your phone tightened. You never believed that you would hear those words coming out of your best friend’s mouth. Not now. Not so soon..

Now was not the right time, he knew that. He promised you. He promised you that he would fight a little bit more. He knew that he wasn’t allowed to go so soon. 

Not if you weren’t there..


With every step you took, you felt like you were being dragged away from your destination by someone. It felt like someone was holding onto your body, preventing you from moving forward while you were trying so hard to reach your destination, reach him.

No matter how much you quickened your pace, the corridor seemed like it was never going to end, your blurry eyes making it even harder for you to see your way to him.

‘Everything is okay, he is going to be okay‘ were the words you were mumbling to yourself as you turned the last corner, which felt like a big obstacle separating you from the love of your life.

The moment you lifted your head up, you were met with six pair of eyes, each of them reflecting sadness and sorrow, some of them even looking hollow, their bodies frozen, helplessly sitting on the ground.

When the realization finally decided to knock on your door, your whole body started shaking, your weak legs giving up on you, making you collapse on the ground as you shook your head from side to side. “N-No.. No, no no, please don’t! No, it can’t be! No!“

Only when someone wrapped their fingers around your hands did you realize that you were harshly tucking on your hair, your sobs echoing through the whole corridor of the hospital. “I-I’m sorry, Y/N.. I am so, so sorry..“

When you heard his voice, you immediately leaned back and looked at your best friend’s bloodshot eyes. “He can’t, Taehyung.. Not now.. He.. He promised me! He said he would fight! He promised me that he wouldn’t leave me alone..“

Leaning his forehead on yours, he stoke your cheeks as he whispered. “He did.. I know he did but not everyone can keep their promise, Y/N-ah..“

Sobbing even harder, you tried to stand up, locking your eyes on the door of his hospital room. With wobbly legs, you took hesitant steps towards the door, your shaky hand reaching out for the door handle. “ Are you.. Are you sure you want to go in?“

Slowly nodding at the question coming form Yoongi, you took a deep breath before you opened the door, stepping in with closed eyes since you were scared to face the heartbreaking reality.

Closing the door, you hesitantly but slowly turned around, your breath hitching in your throat when you opened your teary eyes.

There he was, the love of your life, lying lifelessly in his hospital bed.

Was this the way how a heartbreak was supposed to feel? Feeling it shatter into million pieces, each piece feeling like a stab into the chest, was this the way? Because if so, you weren’t sure if you would be able to handle it, let alone survive the hurting feeling.

You tried to cover your sobs with your hands as you took tiny steps towards his lifeless body, sitting on his bed as you reached out for his now cold hands with your shaky ones.

Without saying anything, you rested your head on top of his chest, biting your lip when you became fully aware that his once rhythmically beating heart wasn’t beating anymore.

“Jungkook-ah.. I’m here, I came..“

Nuzzling your head further into his chest, you whispered as you let your tears roll down your face and on his chest. “I’m sorry that it took me so long to come.. I never thought you would leave so… so soon..“

Chuckling lightly, you asked.“Isn’t it strange? I’m currently resting my head on your lifeless body but for some reason, I still can’t believe that you’re gone.. It feels like you’ll wake up in a few minutes, your sleepy voice filling the room while you’ll wrap your arms around my body..“

Closing your eyes, you continued talking. “What about your promise, Jungkook? You promised me that you’d stay by my side no matter what, that you would never leave me alone.. How could you leave me like this, hm? I don’t even know what your last word was..Everything happened so fast.. How can you leave right when I wasn’t beside you?“

Intertwining your fingers with his, you placed a long kiss on his knuckles. “The world is cruel, Junkook-ah.. You left but the clocks upon the wall keep ticking on and the world keeps spinning on.. You should have taken me with you.. How am I supposed to live without you? What about your Hyungs? Your family? Your fans?“

Lifting your head, you started stoking his soft hair. “You still have so many songs left to sing, so many things to learn and experience, Jungkook.. Its too early for you to leave this world..“

“How could you? How could you leave me in a blink of an eye and expect me to learn saying goodbye to you while heaven already holds you in its arms?..“

You leaned your forehead against his, your lips only a few inches away from his and thought about your conversation you had with him a few months ago. 

“Beautiful?“

“Hm?“

“Can you promise me one thing?“

“Depends..“

“Y/N, please, only one thing, hm?“

“Okay..“

“If something should ever happen to me, don’t cry and don’t be sad, okay? Just move on..“

“Yah! Why are you saying things like that?! Stop it, Jungkook!“

“No, first, promise me..“

“No!“

“Y/N, please..“

“Okay, then promise me that you’ll never leave me, that we’ll live together forever.“

“I promise..“

“I promise..“

Placing a long, last kiss on his lips, you whispered in between your sobs.

“I’m sorry, Jungkook, but I can’t keep my promise. I’m really sorry.. I love you..“

Auston Matthews - Drunk and Jealous

anon request: okkk so could you do an auston matthews one where you’re drunk and dancing with guys and he gets jealous and takes u home & idk if u do smut but make it a lil nasty?

anon request: Auston Matthews fluff? :) x

i would do an auston matthews imagine any day! i love him sm️ and i don’t write smut but making out and kissing i can do so i hope this was okay and i hope it was at least a little fluffy cause i was kinda short:))

warnings: making out, kissing, cussing, mentions of alcohol

Originally posted by nylanderhoe

it was after an amazing goal scored by tyler bozak and a hard fought win we were out celebrating at a bar. i was having the time of my life dancing with all of the lady leafs. “y/n another shot?” one of the girls asked, i quickly nodded and took the shot from her hand and downed it receiving a few cheers as i threw my arms up in the air yelling along with them.

the shot was like fire down my throat but i loved it. i stumbled up the stairs to the vip where all of the guys were drinking beers and slightly dancing to music, “they look so awkward” i giggled with steph as she nodded helping me up the stairs, her being much more sober. “slow down there tiger your gonna hurt yourself” she laughed practically having to pull me up the stairs.

“aus!” i shouted trying to run over to him but almost falling over. “hey baby” he kissed my cheek and i pushed him away. “that is PDA auston!” i pointed my finger at his chest. morgan and mitch were beside me laughing at what was occurring in front of them. “and what are you laughing at you eleven year old and you over sized teddy bear” at that aus was laughing at the two boys, and so was william then matt joined in too.

“you know mitch i don’t even think your supposed to be in here” i shook my head at him disapprovingly. “sorry mitch” auston laughed and pulled me back to him. “she won’t remember this tomorrow” he smiled down at me.

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Happier - Reggie Mantle | Riverdale

Originally posted by zaynandlauren


Hola, I am sorry that I didn’t post so much of my writing the past two weeks. I had a lot going on, but here I am. Again, I am very sorry and I hope you enjoy this one! P.s.: This one shot is based on Happier by Ed Sheeran.

Requested by @preciousgalvan

Pairing: Reggie Mantle x Reader (x Archie Andrews)

Fandom: Riverdale

Warning: None

Wordcount: 959

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Make Like A Muggle

Pairing: Draco X Reader

Prompt: You make a bet with Draco that he can’t do anything without magic. He decides to take this very seriously. Too bad it’s during the middle of a snowstorm.

A/N: Inspired by me. Outside. Shoveling snow like a loser because I’m weak AF and the snow was too heavy. 

Originally posted by dailyglamorous

You suppress the desire to scream into a pillow as you try and escape Draco’s teasing. You loved him very much, and getting to really bond with him after the war was very emotional for both of you, but sometimes you were reminded of how particularly bothersome he could be.

“You’re just saying that because I’m better at it than you,” he stated proudly. You stopped in your tracks and turned back to him. The pompous expression he wore was identical to the one he had when you first met him.

To put it simply, you felt like strangling the boy when you first met him.

“Better than me at magic? Really. All of magic. Charms, potions, apparating, all of it. Better than me at all the intricacies and variety of fields of magic.” You throw your hands up in the air in exasperation.

Draco rolls his eyes, earning a dirty look from you. “All I’m saying is that you really shouldn’t be messing up a first year spell at age twenty four.” 

He was referring to how you managed to accidentally summon your entire set of silverware from the drawer instead of a single spoon. “I was busy, if you didn’t notice, making out with you!”  

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you know how most of the times you are just another stable and mature fan who appreciates and support your faves normally, but sometimes it just… hit you how important they are to you and you become a crying mess in the corner of your room?

that’s what happens when I stop to really think about how b.a.p makes me feel, I mean - they are the reason I still have dreams, the reason I still hope for a better world, the reason I still believe in people. The world is going through dark times right now, and the fact that they are able to make me see some light in it is so amazing. b.a.p is my safe place, and it doesn’t matter if I am able to be the most active stan ever or barely have time to make a post once a week, I will stand by them and I will forever remember this group as a crucial factor for the person I have become (and am proud of).

I can’t even explain how thankful I am for supporting this group.

Pain and Pleasure

This is the much requested prequel to Black and Blue, you should read that first, it’s very short!  Or not, if you want to get straight into the smut.

This is 2000 words of pure sin.  Very explicit.  And verging on (very consensual) bdsm.  You have been warned.


They’re getting to that point in their relationship where the sex feels more familiar but less exciting.  They’ve definitely settled into a routine foreplay and position-wise, because they know what works now, and everybody gets to orgasm, and it’s fun and hot and satisfying.

But.

Betty has known, from the very beginning, that she has never been a straight up, boring, missionary kind of girl.  

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Colors Of The Girl // Draco Malfoy // Pt. 3

Originally posted by rosaesse

Pairing: Reader X Draco

Word Count: 18454

Summary: Draco discovers you’re not well, and that you’ve been harming yourself. He refuses to let you do it anymore.

A/N: Let me know if you guys want a part four! Super sorry it took so long to write this part. If you guys submit Ideas for a next part and ones ever after that, it will be a lot easier to write! Also sorry for how short it is.

( @1mintymay1-blog )

Feel free to submit ideas for future chapters or other fics/one-shots etc.

Warnings: Swears, Self-harm (not the action but proof of it)

Part 1 Part 2


Things had changed since that night. Drastically. Snape was headmaster, you skipped most of your classes, curled up in the room of requirements with a good book, and Deatheaters and dementors were constantly around the school. Draco had not spoken to you since that night. You were sure that he held you accountable for his pain, you didn’t blame him. It was your fault. Or perhaps he finally realized you’re not worth his time. Or maybe he was actually just pretending to be kind to you so you didn’t foil his stupid plan. Though not actually knowing hurt more than you thought it would. How could you fix what’s wrong when you don’t know why he’s not around. All you can do is thrive on the mistakes you might have made along the way.

You were in your dorm room now, putting on your uniform and getting ready to face another day. You ran your fingers through your white hair in an effort to comb out some tangles before heading off to Dark Arts, which they had now instituted upon Snape’s rise to being headmaster. You still didn’t have a wand, you weren’t allowed to leave the property… you all were practically hostages in this damned castle. Though even if you were released… what would you have to go back to? A shitty foster family and a lonely town? Being here was no doubt better than going back to that hellhole.

Upon a last glance in the mirror, you headed out into the common room of your house, walking right through, ignoring all the people around you giving you awkward sideways glances.

While on your way to what was previously the Defense Against the Dark Arts room, an eagle owl swooped above your head and dropped something right on the floor in front of you. You were tempted to just leave it, how could it have been yours? No one ever owls you, mostly because no one has anything to say to you. Though something in you was telling you that no owl was irresponsible enough to leave a message with the wrong person.

You reached down and picked up the envelope off the floor, flipping it around in your hand, looking to see if it was addressed to anyone, though you found no ink on the outside of it. It wasn’t even sealed, simply tucked in as if the person had been in a hurry.

Skeptically, you stuck your thumb into the envelope, popping it open and pulling out the slim paper from within. In hurried, sloppy handwriting was written:

Y/N

Astronomy tower tonight, come if you want. If not, don’t.

It wasn’t signed, but you remembered those words from when you wanted to help Draco. It had to be him. But what if it wasn’t? Either way, you were going to find out.

All day you were itching with anticipation. Could Draco really to the one to reach out to you? Who else would it be? You hardly talk to anyone else. You couldn’t eat all day, your stomach was churning too much to hold down any food.

You didn’t want to seem too eager, but you couldn’t stop yourself from running up the stairs to the astronomy tower after the sun had set. You’d obviously beat the person there because there was no one in sight when you arrived. You felt the cold breeze from the open arches that plummeted down to the ground.

You don’t know what you expected, but no one showed up for a while. Perhaps Draco had backed out, or perhaps it wasn’t him at all and someone was messing with you. Just as you were about to leave, you heard the heavy door to the tower open and close. Your heart skipped a beat, and you were tempted to hide but the best you could do was pull your sleeves over your hands.

Draco seemed shocked to see you as he rounded the corner.

Originally posted by evenifidieitsjimin

“Y/N.” He breathed out, walking over towards you hurriedly, pulling you into a warm hug. You were limp in his grip. What on earth was he doing? You haven’t spoken in what seems like forever and he’s embracing you now. “Are you alright? I know we haven’t spoken in a bit but you have to understand, I don’t want you to be hurt.” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear as he gripped your wrists tightly, causing your eyes to water. He noticed. “Darling are you okay? I’ve never seen you cry.”

You pulled your wrists from his grasp and took steps away from him. he gave you a confused look, running a hand through his hair. You said nothing for a while, you two ended up sitting with your legs dangling over the edge of the astronomy tower window, laying on your backs.

“It’s hot tonight.” He spoke quietly, looking at you. Your eyes were closed and your hair was still blue, so he figured you were awake, “You still have your robes on, you’re sweating.” He sat up and held his hands out, “Come on let’s get you out of that thing.” It took him a moment to discover you were asleep.

He took a deep breath and watched you for a moment, he’d never seen you sad in your sleep before, in your dreams your hair was always a radiant blonde, and you had a small smile on your lips. He’d never gather the strength to ask you about what you were dreaming.

Carefully, he tugged the robes over our shoulders in an effort to keep you cool. He had successfully pulled the silk fabrics from your body, he waited longer to see if that’s done the trick. He watched you closely, your blue hair, your slightly parted lips, the rise and fall of your chest as you laid there, legs dangling in the breeze. Your hands draped lightly on your stomach, rising and falling with each breath. Your nose twitched every now and then, and it was the most adorable thing he’s ever seen.

He watched as beads of sweat continued to build upon your forehead. He sighed, disappointed that removing the robe wasn’t enough. He didn’t want to wake you, but he didn’t want to have you overheat either.

Carefully, he moved your arms, unbuttoning your right sleeve cuff and rolling your sleeve up to your elbow. His heart dropped at the sight of scars on your beautiful skin. How could you do this? He was angry now. He grabbed your other arm more forcefully than before, rolling up the sleeve as you startled awake, fighting your arm away from him.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”You snapped at him, frantically rolling down your sleeves. He fought against you, pulling your arms back to him, forcing your sleeves back up your arms.

“What the hell am I doing?” He shouted at you, “What the fuck are you doing?” He gestured to your wrists. “What the FUCK!” He shouted, you were scared, and your hair reflected that. It did something he’d never seen before, your hair was a dark black. When he realized he was scaring you, he let you go and let you slump away from him. There was no point in rolling your sleeves down, he already knew.

There was silence for a moment. Your eyes were searching the Hogwarts campus, searching for something to watch, some excuse to not have to look at him. Meanwhile, his eyes were watering as he looked down at your wrists. There were old lines, white and fading… then there were vicious red lines, new, only freshly on the mend. You didn’t realize he actually cared until you heard him sniffle. When you looked to him, there was a soft tear falling down his cheek.

“How could you do this Y/N?” He looked up to you, “Why?” He slipped his hand into yours, his eyebrows lacing together, he dropped it instantly and stood up. “How fucking dare you Y/N? You have NO right to do that!” What was he talking about? You had every right… you had the only right. You got angry fast, your hair turning a fiery red. Malfoy was not phased, he was too angry to be worried about you snapping at him.

“You’re one to talk!” You shouted at him, standing up to get on the same level. “You’ve sold yourself to Voldemort for fuck’s sake! You’re telling me I don’t have a right to my body but you do? You’re fucking ridiculous.”

“This isn’t about me, Y/N, it’s about you, and it’s about how you’re so fucking broken and I can’t do anything about it!” He shouted, taking steps closer to you. You would have been worried that someone would hear the two of you if you hadn’t been so angry. “I can’t do shit! I do everything I can! I’m around you and you’re sad, I give you your space and you’re sad. I don’t know what to do! I want to help you!” He took another step closer, you were only a couple feet from each other. “You won’t let me! Can’t you see I fucking care about you? Get it into your head Y/N, I’m here to stay, even if you don’t want it, even if you’re sad that I am, I’m fucking here for you.” You looked at him angrily, pushing your lips together, crossing your arms in front of you.

“Fuck. You.” You spat the words out like venom.

“If you really want to.” He smirked cheekily. He was still that sneaky bastard you’d known. You were confused, but before you could say or do anything, he put his hands behind your neck and pulled you closer and pressed your lips to his. You melted inside.

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He pulled away and looked at you, a tear falling down his cheek again.

“Please… Y/N… I just want to keep you safe. Let me keep you safe.” He spoke softly, bringing your wrist up to his lips and planting a solid kiss. A tear fell to your feet as you cried. No one has cared the way he has. He cared. It was a mix of pain and joy. He looked back up at you and a large smile broke onto his face as he pushed a loose strand of blonde hair away from your face. “There’s my beautiful, happy girl.” You could only giggle and sniffle as you looked into his stunning gray eyes. “I promise, I will be by your side from now on. No more bullshit. You and me. Y/N and Draco against the world.”

anonymous asked:

I need a fanfic where Elias has seen Sana from the window when talking about yousef and goes to her room to check up on her and sees her crying 😭 this clip killed me seeing her cry

Elias caught the black figure move away from the window from the corner of his eye and his heart sank. Somehow he just knew. Knew it was Sana and that she’d heard everything. A rough sigh escaped his lips, catching Mutta’s attention. He was lying in the grass just below him, his dark eyes looking up at Elias where he sat in a deck chair. “What’s up, dude?”

“Nothing,” Elias replied, his hand moving to rub the top of head, his cropped hair against his palm. Elias sat for a few minutes, debating what to do. He could leave it. Maybe Sana hadn’t heard them at all? Or he could go check she was okay and see if she wanted to talk. But maybe she wanted privacy. Maybe she already knew. It was her best friend after all. Plus, he wasn’t exactly her favourite person right now.

Elias’ teeth worried at his bottom lip as he considered what was best. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Mutta asked again, still staring up at him. Had he been watching him this whole time? The dude could be perceptive sometimes.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just going to head inside for a moment. Won’t be long,” Elias said, finally making a decision. He needed to check on his sister. She could tell him to go to hell if she wanted but at least he would know he’d tried.

Elias rolled his eyes as Adam shouted after him to get him a drink.

When Elias reached Sana’s door, he hesitated for a moment before knocking three times. “Sana,” he called but no answer came. “Sana, I need to talk to you. It’s important.” Still no answer came.  

“Sana, please,” Elias pleaded, resting his hand on the door knob. “Let me in, please.”

“I’m busy,” came Sana’s weak voice and again, Elias knew. Knew that she’d heard. Knew that she was upset. His heart sank all over again.

“Sana, I didn’t know. I swear I didn’t know,” Elias’ own voice held a pained quality as it spilled against the door, his forehead now pressed to the painted wood. His hands now also rested palms flat against the surface, eyes squeezed shut. “Sana, please let me in.”

Silence hung in the air and he thought she was going to ignore him. After what seemed like forever, he heard shuffling from within her room and he stood back from the door just in time for her to open it. Sana stood in front of him, black make up smudged under her eyes and her cheeks tear streaked.

“Oh Sana,” spilled out from under his breath as Elias reached out and tugged his little sister into his arms, hugging her to him. He felt her deflate against him. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

After a moment, Elias let her go and Sana nodded towards her bed. Elias walked into her room and went to sit down while Sana closed the door behind them. He figured the last thing she wanted was her parents knowing she was upset. Sana took a seat beside him.

“I just… I knew they had kissed but I don’t know, I guess after yesterday I thought maybe there was a chance. Maybe he did like me. Maybe the kiss was a mistake. Maybe I could get over it. You know?” The words came tumbling out of her unchecked, and Elias did nothing but listen while he curled an arm around her shoulder for comfort. “Why not me, Elias? Why not me?” Her voice cracked on the last words. 

Something passed over Elias’ expression at the mention of the kiss. He hadn’t known but he didn’t interject.

Sana’s hand came up to wipe away the tears that were threatening to fall with the back of her sleeve. “And why did it have to be him? She could have had anyone… why him?” She knew Elias didn’t have the answer, they were rhetorical questions.

Her hand pressed to her forehead and her eyes fell shut. She was growing weary. Crying while fasting wasn’t ideal.

It wasn’t just physical tiredness though, she was emotionally drained too. She’d been keeping so much, everything, to herself. Sana needed this, needed someone to unload on. The load felt lighter already. She felt less alone. But she was sure if hadn’t felt at rock bottom that she’d have continued carrying that weight by herself for the foreseeable future. Perhaps it was better this had come sooner rather than later. 

Sana felt Elias’ arm tighten around her shoulders and he squeezed her arm. “I think he,” Elias paused for a moment, as if considering his words. “I think he’s a coward that has taken the easy way out.”

Sana’s brow furrowed and picked up her gaze to look at her brother. “What?”

“Do you think I would have encouraged you if I had known? Do you even think I would have encouraged you if I hadn’t already caught the way he looks at you? His lingering, longing looks? The way he gravitates towards you?” Elias said, the look in his eyes intense with conviction. “Do you think I would risk your heart? My baby sister’s heart?”

“No,” Sana said, the word but a whisper.

“But Sana, you’re the long game and some guys, even good guys, aren’t ready for the long game,” Elias continued, and he watched as Sana’s eyes cast down. “But he’s a coward because he wasn’t straight with you and worse still, he went for your best friend. That’s not okay. I thought he was better than that.” Now it was Elias’ turn to look away, disappointment and guilt written all over his handsome features before his voice picked up again. “I mean, there’s always a chance the guys are wrong. I could talk to him if you wa-”

“It doesn’t matter,” Sana interrupted, her nose sniffling and reddened from crying. “You’re right. I am the long game and if this is what playing is like, then maybe I’m not ready either.”

Elias chuckled at Sana continuing his metaphor and a weak smile tipped the corners of her lips. “It’s Ramadan. I have more important things to be focusing on right now, I can’t be wasting energy on a boy.”

Elias’ smile spread across his face and he reached out to wipe away a stray tear from the corner of Sana’s eye. She may be talking a good game right now but it was obvious she was still upset. A person didn’t just get over something like that in a few minutes but he was happy to see she was determined to try.

“That’s the sister I know and love,” Elias said, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“I love you too, brother,” Sana replied, that smile brightening more.

|| Yandere!Taehyung || ||You aren’t going anywhere~||

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Summary: You walk back home from your job at the library to find your house broken in and torn to shreds. You turn around to find the culprit, but you find yourself with a cloth on your mouth slowly falling to sleep.

Pairings: ReaderXTaehyung

Warning: Kidnapping and Mental!Taehyung



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New One - Enoch O'Connor imagine (request)

a/n: omg this picture so does not fit with this post whyyyyyyyyy i love finlay tho :)

storyline: the reader has telekinesis and her parents send her to cairnholm, wales with hope that she’ll be safe somewhere. the reader is very confused, in tears when they send her into the time loop and she doesn’t know where to go. emma and bronwyn find her and bring her to mis peregrine. she’s all confused. she notices this enoch guy who’s closed off and sharp towards everyone, but somehow he later softens towards the reader.

characters: peculiar children minus jacob portman

warnings: none! :) [based on the movie’s environment, only the characters’ (except enoch’s, he’s as old as he is in the movie)ages are accurate, aka, as they are in the books]


“we have to go now, honey, you’ll be okay here.” y/n’s mom said, leading her daughter into a cave, tears brimming her eyes. she stopped her daughter and turned to face her. 

“but i don’t want to… mom, are you leaving me here?” y/n cried. 

“yes, it’s the best for you and for me and your father.” her mom said. “i have to go now, you’ll be fine. you will be with people like you.” the woman sobbed and kissed y/n on the cheek before vanishing back where she came from. y/n took a step back into the cave for a second and felt her hearing lower, but only for a moment. 

she came out of the cave to see where her mother had gone, but there was no sign of her in the huge meadow or on the small paths down the small mountain. but the grass looked different to y/n, it looked brighter, fuller of life than before. 

y/n took her two bags from the cave and turned around to walk back to the city, but she gasped and stopped in her tracks instead. there were two girls standing before y/n, both smiling. one of them, who looked about the same age as y/n, was blonde, in a blue dress and with gloves on her hands.

the other looked like a few years younger than the blonde and y/n and she had brown hair and an adorable dress on. y/n blinked a few times to make sure she wasn’t dreaming, but the girls still stood there.

“wh-who are you?” y/n asked, tears spilling down her face.

“i’m bronwyn,” said the brunette, “and she’s emma. we’re here to bring you to mis peregrine and her home.”

“our home.” emma corrected. “let’s go, y/n.”

“how do you know my name?” y/n was in nothing other than utter shock. 

“we’ll explain things later.” emma said as bronwyn took y/n’s hand and dragged her out of the cave. although, to y/n seemed like the girl was doing it without any effort, it seemed easy for her to drag someone after her. how was she that strong?

while emma and bronwyn, along with y/n, made their way through the forest to reach mis peregrine’s place, y/n kept crying and pestering the two girls with questions. she was so confused about all of this, the tears kept coming even if she wanted to stop them.

“girls! finally you’re here.” mis peregrine smiled at the girls in front of her. “y/n, we’ve been waiting for you. come in, come in.” she ushered and y/n followed emma and bronwyn inside the gothic-looking house.

y/n had no time to look around the place as she was too tired and confused. why were the people around her dressed in clothes from the last century? how did the girls appear in the cave so quickly? how did they know her name? how did the lady know her name? why did she say ‘we’ve been waiting for you’? what was happening?

“oh, joy, there’s someone new.” a dark haired boy said. he was standing at the top of the stairs in the house. “after 68 years of waiting, someone appears.” he said. but he doesn’t look a year or two older than me. what’s going on here?

“enoch!” the lady scolded. “don’t be such a pessimist about everything.”

“i’m not.” the boy replied, but then groaned. “every time i say something positive, everyone thinks it’s pessimistic. might as well not be here!” enoch shouted and stomped up the stairs, vanishing out of y/n’s sight.

“don’t mind him.” the lady said. “he’s always like that.” she smiled. “anyway, this all must be very overwhelming for you. shall we drink some tea while i explain everything to you?”

y/n nodded, wiping her tears and followed the lady, referred to as mis peregrine, further into the house.

after drinking tea and mis peregrine talking, y/n finally understood what was happening. because the girl had peculiarities, her parents sent her here, to cairnholm. apparently she was at mis peregrine’s children home, but the children weren’t ordinary, no. they were like y/n - with special powers. they were called 'peculiar’. 

for example, mis peregrine herself was peculiar, she was an ymbryne - her peculiarity was that she could manipulate time and turn into a bird, a peregrine falcon. bronwyn, who y/n had met, was stronger than all the children and mis peregrine together. emma had gloves because she could make fire with her hands. and enoch, the moody teen, had the power to make the dead living again.

and, mis peregrine of course, told y/n why it looks like this here. they were stuck in a time loop forever. she also explained to the girl what were loops and why they were for. 

it was a lot for y/n to take in, so mis peregrine left her alone in the garden. she gathered the children so they could take their daily walk. of course, mis peregrine wasn’t irresponsible and had someone to stay at the house - enoch.

enoch rarely went with the others on the daily walk, so it was easy for him to stay at the house. 

y/n sat down on one of the pond’s rocks and hugged her knees to her chest, resting her head sideways on her knee tops. she sighed.

she was away from her parents and she didn’t know for how long. were they leaving her here forever? will she never see them again? did they not love her? did they want to leave her here? was she that bad of a daughter?

y/n felt a few tears slid down her face and she sighed again. she was about to cry her heart out when she got the feeling of someone watching her. she looked right and noticed a figure standing in the corner of her eye. y/n turned completely around, wiping her tears and saw the enoch boy standing there, his eyes wondering around, meeting anything but y/n’s eyes.

“what-what are you doing here?” she asked in a weak voice.

“mis peregrine left me to look after you.” enoch said. “so here i am.”

“how long have you been there?”

“n-not long.” he was lying and embarrassed.

“sure.”

“i really was!”

“okay, sure.” y/n said. “don’t just stand there, come sit by me.” 

“no, i’m fine here.”

“so you’re gonna stand there all while the others are gone?” 

“well, maybe we could go inside.”

“i’m fine here.” she said, indirecting that he sat with her.

enoch groaned, but gave in. he hesitantly walked over to y/n and sat down next to her, stretching his legs out before him. y/n sniffled and enoch turned his head.

“were i interrupting something?” he asked, ready to leave.

“not really. i was just letting all my stress and overwhelming out.”

enoch didn’t respond for a few moments, talking with himself mentally. “why? have you got lots?”

“oh yeah.” y/n raised her eyebrows. “this day has been one big…. something.”

“happens to everyone on their first day here, nothing special.”

“just because it doesn’t seem like anything special, doesn’t mean it’s not.” y/n argued. “it’s a lot to take in.”

“i know.”

“what was your first day here like, then?”

“it was too long ago to remember, but it doesn’t stick out much.”

“what does stick out?”

“used to be the germans’ bomb dropping on us, but not anymore.”

“why?”

“i’ve been here… it feels like longer than anyone has lived.”

“i heard you say '68 years’ back in the house.”

“exactly that long.”

“people live longer than 68 years.” 

“well, not in this time loop.” 

“oh.” y/n said. “i’m still thinking of a way to prove to myself that i’m not dreaming, tho.”

enoch was silent. “you’re not dreaming, trust me, i would know.”

“oh? how?”

“i’ve been here for 68 years, do you think you could make this up in your dreams?”

“probably not. i still don’t understand - how can you bear living in the same day for that many years?”

“i can’t. well, not really.”

“have you tried… escaping?”

“i wanted to, some time ago. but millard told me i’d crumple to pieces if i was out of the loop for a few minutes longer than needed.”

“millard?”

“you’ll see him. oh, wait, sorry. he’s invisible, you won’t actually see him.”

“okay.” y/n chuckled. “but why would you crumple to pieces?”

“you ask a lot of questions, greenie. but all the others did, too.” enoch sighed. “the years would catch up to me, to any of us who have lived in a loop for a long time. escaping would’ve been possible a few years after mis peregrine created this loop, but not now.”

“why?”

“because we’re not from that world, your world. we’re from the past, the previous century. we were born in the 20th century, we don’t belong to the…”

“the 21st century.” y/n finished. “so you’re like… ghosts from the past?”

“could call it that.” enoch stated. “but your current year is real time, ours is like an imaginative one, we’re not really real.”

“okay.” y/n said. “i think this could be enough for today’s overwhelming things.”

enoch didn’t reply, but y/n didn’t mind.

“does everyone cry the first time this happens to them?” y/n asked and enoch furrowed his eyebrows at her. “you know, when their parents leave them here, probably forever?”

“i think so.” enoch said. “so you were crying when i was watching you?”

“you watched me?”

“w-well, not really, i just..” enoch hated being embarrassed. y/n chuckled again. “anyway, were you crying?”

y/n contemplated telling truth because she didn’t want to seem like a weak little girl in front of a boy she’d just met. but then she just mentally threw her hand at it. “i was, yeah.”

“how is it, to cry? does it feel good?”

“sometimes it does.” y/n shrugged. “why are you asking, though? have you never cried?”

“i don’t recall i have.” enoch said dreamily. “but there’s nothing for you to cry about.”

“oh really? how so?”

“you can always go back to your time, return to your life, family, friends.”

“i can?”

“of course, the loop is still open.”

y/n paused. she could go back? for real? find her parents? maybe bring them here? 

she could go home again. live her normal life. 

but did her parents want her? why did they leave her here, then? did she, herself, want to go back?

she didn’t know.

“you’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” enoch asked. “you’re free, you can still do anything you want.”

“but?”

“but what?”

“there’s always a catch.”

“depends on how the person feels.”

“huh?”

“well, depends on what the person counts as a catch.” enoch said. “some would count leaving this wonderful, peaceful place a catch, some would count leaving loved ones as a catch. and some would… nevermind.”

“nevermind what? is there a specific catch?”

“there is.” enoch said distantly. “but i don’t think mis peregrine would want me to tell you.”

“i don’t see her here. tell me.”

enoch sighed, obviously making a huge decision. “the main catch for any peculiar who wants to return to their real time is their safety.”

“their safety?”

“i think i’ve told you enough.” enoch said. “now i want to know something from you.”

“and what would that be?”

“what’s your peculiarity?”

y/n coughed. “hmm.” she said in response. 

“hey, that’s not fair. i told you-”

enoch was stopped mid-sentence when he saw his own shoes flying around in front of him. “i-is that your doing?” he asked, mentally fighting annoyance with admiration.

“uh-huh.” y/n replied, never taking her eyes off enoch’s shoes. they floated above the water, dancing as a pair in calm movements before stopping them just inches from enoch’s nose. then y/n diverted her eyes from the two objects, making them fall in the dark haired boy’s lap.

“that’s something. we’ve never had a telekinetic someone here.” enoch said as he was putting his pair of shoes back on. 

“glad to be the first one.” y/n had a soft smile of satisfaction on her face. “can i see what you can do?” she asked and enoch’s head snapped up in excitement at hearing those words.

“sure. we’ll just have to go indoors.” he said with a grin on his face. y/n agreed and they soon left the beautiful garden.


a/n: i honestly find it so adorable when enoch gets excited because someone mentioned his peculiarity or it being used/useful, mY BABY BEAN

I'll sacrifice for you

Read it on Ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10396728/chapters/22957917

Written by: boozombie http://archiveofourown.org/users/Boozombie/pseuds/Boozombie

Story status: completed

Words: 29,240


The Golra ships hallway was long, confusing, and unbearably dark. Do Golra have night vision or something? They must in order to navigate these dark halls.

            My bayard was balanced on my forearm as I checked yet another corner. Our source had to be right, Shiro had to be on this ship somewhere.

           What else could they be taking to the center of the central fleet could be so important to demand this many guards and heavy security.

“I don’t like this” hunk whispered honestly through the comm. probably pacing from where he had been left to guard our exit.

“This is a simply search and extraction Hunk” Pidge told him calmly from where she was hacking the ship, most likely the control center where I had left her. “We use to do this in the training deck back at the garrison all the time”

“Ya and Lance usually got us killed in those exercises” hunk rambled “oh god I’m gonna puke” hunk whispered more to himself.

“Look Allura knows what she is doing if she thinks I’m better as the distraction and Lance should be the one to get Shiro then we have to trust her judgement” Keith hissed acting mature once again. I gritted my teeth in an effort to remain quite and not blow the fact that I had remained unnoticed.

“Lance is an excellent sharpshooter and can be more stealthy than he seems” Allura raged from the castle probably coving Keith’s ass as he was the only lion fighting at the moment. I couldn’t help grinning at her praise “… probably the blue paladin before was at least and is a key factor in the blue lions personality” so she didn’t trust me. Great.

“Look guys as much as I love hearing you talk im trying to work here!” I hissed a little offended. I knew I was the weakest link in the team, they didn’t have to remind me.

          Everyone here was amazing. Pidge was a basic genius and could hack and figure out anything given the chance, hunk was brilliant with any kind of ship despite his motion sickness plus he was the unofficial chef, Allura is a badass princess that could probably take all four of us in a fight, smart pretty, powerful, not to mention brave, and then there was Keith, my first crush but soon as I realized how far above me he was I began to resent him and his pretty face. Keith basically belonged here in space he was a leader in training and had every ounce of talent I lacked myself.

Myself in comparison to the rest of the team was pretty much nothing. I know I have good points and after two years in space I myself could see them. But how do you show off how charming and diplomatic you are when all there is, is war?

So for now I’m sneaking. No one knew except Keith but ever since Shiro disappeared I had began to train more. Keith and me had spent hours in the invisible maze, fighting the gladiator, protecting each other in the shooting range. He helped me with my hand to hand combat and I even helped him with his shooting.

My crush on him didn’t help in close moments when we were locked in combat and it took everything in me not to flush as the way his chest heaved and he smiled at me, complemented my improvements.

Shaking my head I returned to the situation. Soon we would have Shiro back and everything would be back to normal.

“Lance I’ve located the prison on the grid just take two lefts and straight” Pidge told me calmly. I nodded my head and began making my first left.

Two lefts “guys something’s wrong, something’s kicking me out of the system” Pidge yelled suddenly panicked. I hesitated for a moment but continued, if we’ve been caught it doesn’t matter I’m too close to fail.

“Pidge what’s happening?!” Allure yelled concern in her voice. 

And straight… “THIS IS A TRAP” Pidge screamed. A metal wall suddenly blocked the passage behind me, I couldn’t get back the way I had come. “Lance get back here now!”

“Pidge I’ve been blocked in I can’t” I snapped feeling frustrated and angry at myself for not stopping when I had the chance “I’m just gonna have to go the only way I can”

“The system is complexly locked or else I could do something” Pidge sounded frantic. 

“Just get back to hunk I’ll find a way out” I told her not wanting her to stay where they knew she was.

“She isn’t gonna leave you Lance” Keith yelled and I sighed as hunk and Pidge agreed adamantly.

“It’s not leaving me it’s just retreating to a safe place to wait for me!” I growled starting my trip down the dark hallway once again “now go Pidge!”

“Fine but we aren’t leaving until you get back to the yellow lion” I could almost pictures her annoyed face, pitched in the way it does when something doesn’t go her way.

“I’ll be there soon!” I grinned as I shot at three guards that came running at me from down the hall.

Everyone became background noise as I concentrated on not getting cornered. Something was squeezing my heart and I just knew I had to get back as quickly as I could.

“Lance I’m back in the yellow lion” Pidge told me over the comm. I breathed a sigh of relief and immediately bit back a scream as I was hit right in the shoulder.

“Hurry back Lance!” Keith yelled worry evident in his voice. I slide across the floor my back slamming against the wall as I turned for cover immediately.

“I’m trying dude!” I yelled. the guards were getting hard to handle, I could duck and dodge down these twisting hallways forever and I only ever came back to the same hallway. I had no way to go. Shit well just great, I guess down the trap hallway I go.

The Golra seemed to thin out and if that didn’t just scream trap I don’t know what else did. The hallway opened up to a large room that looked as if it had been a lounge before the thirty or so Golra had rearranged all the furniture to circle the entrance of the room guns and swords ready.

“Guys I might be late for dinner” I tried to joke as everyone started yelling at me to explain. I didn’t have time. The Golra came at me shooting and swinging, I had to defend.

Kicking the first Golra to reach me he flew back knocking down three behind him, I turned and blocked a sword coming straight at my head with my shield, before he could pull away I punched my bayard into his open stomach and fired. One down 29 to go.

I was suddenly grabbed in my wounded shoulder and I couldn’t help crying out as I was thrown to the other side of the room. Great now I could get some space.

“LANCE! Buddy I’m coming to help you right now!” Hunk yelled and I could hear pidge agreeing in the back ground

I went with the momentum of my body rolling and managed to catch my feet, jumping up to face my enemies “NO!” I yelled into the comm. my breath harsh and tired “dude I’m surrounded but at least thirty you aren’t going to change anything” my voice may have been a little too resigned.

No one talked for a long moment before allura suddenly asked “you have no escape do you?” Her voice shook.

I punched one of the soldiers that came running at me before shield bashing another “ya” I whispered trying to keep my voice light “I’m sorry guys” I shot at three behind me, only landing one non-fatal hit “I wish I was better, I know I’m a shit paladin and I’m replaceable but thank you for flying with me” I was shot in my leg and I bit back a scream and remained standing no matter how much it hurt.

“Lance stop talking like your about to die!” Kieth yelled, for now ignoring the realization that Lance didn’t think he was as good as the rest “were coming to get you!”

I was encircled again my breathing harsh and uneven my back against a wall. There was wounds all over me and I could barely stand.

“Alright men step back” a dark voice purred the twenty Golra soldiers stepped back to let a large figure through. My blurring vision cleared as I focused on him.

He was Golra alright but looked to be a little of something else. His skin was a lavender color while he had long white hair cascading down his shoulders, the hair was held back by small braids on each side of his head showing off his sharp face, pointed ears, and glowing yellow eyes. His face had two vertical scar like marking over his eyes that seemed to glow a blood red color. He wore a typical soldiers uniform but seemed to be different some how, more fancy as if he had just a bit more command.

I chuckled “come to finish up now that I’ve been cornered? Oh how scary you must be” I didn’t know who this guy was but I was gonna let this guy intimidate me.

“The Golra ships are too thick I can’t get it!” Kieth yelled over the comm. as hunk yelled about soldiers now flooding there way in.

The Golra in front of my smirked “oh little paladin your wit is amazing but it’s time for you to say your goodbyes”

“Lance what’s happening!? Please answer us”
I pushed myself from the wall I was supporting myself with and ran at the Golra. This time this fight was one on one.

“Hunk” I yelled slashing at the Golra with my shield trying to knock him off balance, before firing my bayard he only laughed as he dodged easily “get Pidge out of here” I yelled

I was met with a chorus of defiance from everyone and I ground my teeth “hunk remember back at the garrison” I kicked at him hoping to knock him off balance but only successful in knocking myself back I went with the sliding motion as I fired “when we all failed that lost cause simulation? One of the team get captured and you were suppose to leave them behind for the good of the team” I jumped up and ran in a large circle trying to create some distance. “Buddy we all died in that simulator. I can’t go on living if I know you died for me, please take pidge and FUCKING GO!” A sword slashed into my side and I screamed.

“Lance no way in hell am I leaving y-HUNK PUT ME DOWN!” I smiled knowing hunk was doing exactly what I told him. We had made a promise after all.

“Pidge hunk you guys are like family to me I’m sorry I was only ever annoying and useless” there was no way out I was simply trying to say my goodbyes and the Golra in front of me had no problems with toying with me until I finished “you two are geniuses and I’m so damn happy this was me and not one of you” everyone tried to say something but I was blocking them out until I was done.

“Allura you are like a big sister to me, I’m sorry I’m not as good as the last blue paladin” she tried to protest but I kept going “coran thank you for being the one to listen to me whenever I got homesick, you always cheered me up”

I was thrown to the ground my helmet flying off I reached for it desperately, tears in the corner of my eyes at the thought of Keith never getting to hear my last goodbye. I turned to the strange Golra, my eyes swirling full of emotion as I glared at him from the ground.

He stalled for a second briefly and suddenly a large smile graced his face. I was picked up by my neck and shoved against the wall. I struggled pointlessly but everything hurt and I was basically useless.

“Who knew paladins could be so pretty” he whispered in my ear and my body froze. Was that a hand feeling me up?! “Do all humans have such deep beautiful eyes?” I stuttered not quite understanding what was happening. wasn’t he going to kill me two ticks ago?

“Get off me you bastard!” I screamed and suddenly my world lurched to the side and my face stung. Did he just quiznacking slap me?

He smiled as my shocked look and locked a tear I didn’t realize had fallen down my cheek. “Bring me his helmet” he suddenly yelled.

The helmet was suddenly placed in his hand and held close to me. I could hear my team shouting for me. “Finish blue paladin, say goodbye to the life you knew” he smirked at me and silenced the screaming over the comm. with just a few words “paladins of voltron and my dear princess allura my name is lotor and I am heir to the Golra empire. I have decided to keep the blue paladin so please listen to his final words to you all.”

It was deathly quite and I wheezed out as he dropped me and the helmet. I landed on my knees and I grabbed at the helmet and held it like my last lifeline. “Go on pretty”

I refused to cry anymore so I began “allura move the castle and get out of here! Please do this for me, right now there is no way I’m getting out of this so please, please just run”

“Lance” allura cried and I thought I heard a sob. Yes she would cry but I knew they would find someone better to pilot blue. “I think of you all as my family, thank you for that guys”

After a silent moment I took a breath “Keith” I whispered knowing this one was going to hurt me.

“Ya dude I’m here” did his voice just crack?

“Back the garrison the very first time I was you I thought you were the most beautiful damn boy I every saw, I tried to flirt with you but you always thought I was picking on you and then I hated you for always being better than me but I’ve realized in this time being with you as a paladin that Keith” I looking up around me and lotor seemed to be mixed between victory and fury “Keith I’m in love with you” with that my head was grabbed by my hair and someone punched me hard, the last thing I saw was lotor’s smiling face as I past out.

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Pairing: Richard Speight Jr x Reader
Word count: 1,631
Warnings: Fluff. Mentions of a lost pregnancy.
Written for my 2,000 Followers Celebration
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Title: Taunted.

Pairings: Tate Langdon x (F) reader!

Warnings: Blood, killing.ANGsT!!

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For a fleeting second, Y/N hated him. She hated him with her entire being. He was a manipulative rodent who dug his filthy claws into anything that displayed the slightest amount of light - the slightest amount of innocence - and he’d ruin them. Y/N had seen it before - many a times - all at the hands of the seventeen year old boy. His face was angelic, his eyes were soft, but he was cold and heartless - he was selfish and unforgiving. Everything he touched surely died. Y/N believed Tate was death itself. He had taken so many lives without even a second thought, some who remained confined in that very house. The house they were held captive in for all eternity - with no escape.

“You forget that I know everything about you, dear Y/N,” his voice taunted, echoing through the halls, “I know where you hide, I know the sound of your heart - it’s so easily distinguishable. I will always, always find you, my dear. There’s no point running.”

His thunderous steps echoed through the house, teasing Y/N. she padded across the carpeted floor, trying to keep her breathing at a minimal. She couldn’t let him find her - if he did, she was dead. She knew she couldn’t get away from him, he had always had the ability to catch his prey. He had killed so many before her, this was his forte. He enjoyed the hunt almost as much as he enjoyed the kill. She was completely scared of him and he knew that, he knew how to use it to his advantage. She was done for. She knew that. He knew that. But why did she keep running, Keep trying to find an escape? Because she didn’t want to die at the hands of her lover.

Her murderous, psychopath lover.

Y/N skidded to a halt, stopping just metres away from him. She gasped for air, her lungs wheezing. She couldn’t fight any longer. It was over. It was all over. Her lower lip trembled as sadness crashed over her in giant waves, she was going to die. She was going to die. She was going to die at the hands of Tate. She stumbled backwards, but he took two steps forward. His long strides asserting a sense of dominance over Y/N. she audibly gulped.

He could hear her heart racing, a smirk creeping its way onto his face, giving him a sinister look. As if his true self was revealing, he looked like a demon - something from a nightmare.

“You don’t have to do this, Tate. I won’t leave, I promise. I’ll stay with you forever, just please don’t do this to me.” She begged, tears glossing her eyes.

Tate’s strides faltered as he saw the sadness and pain in her eyes. He never wanted to hurt her - but she couldn’t leave him. He couldn’t risk her leaving him. He shrugged off the feeling - the nagging in the back of his head, begging him to stop too; this wasn’t what he wanted - Tate had never wanted to hurt her, but he had no choice. She was going to leave him and he couldn’t let that happen.

Y/N noticed his falter and used it to her advantage, she bolted back in the direction she came from. Grabbing onto the banister, she turned round the corner and pounded down the stairs. Screaming at the top of her lungs - screaming bloody murder. She prayed inwardly that someone would save her from the monster she loved, from the monster trapped inside the boy. She grabbed the handle of the door - locked - she shook the handle aggressively. Frustrated tears falling rapidly. She grabbed the keys from the pot, shakily jamming the key into the door and wrenching the door open just as Tate reached the bottom of the stairs.

She yelped when he caught up to her, seizing her aggressively by her upper arm. His blunt nails digging into her skin, drawing blood to the surface. She shouted in pain, swinging her elbow back and delivering a harsh blow to his gut. He doubled over, hissing through his teeth, glaring daggers at her. Y/N wasted no time as she sprinted down the driveway and through the gates, across the road for safe measure.

She rested her hands on her knees, heaving through struggling, burning lungs. She coughed a few times, cautiously glancing at Tate across the road. His eyes were almost burning red with anger and his lips were pulled back in a snarl, a sinister and menacing snarl that sent shivers down Y/N’s spine. But for now, she was safe. Until Halloween at least.

Halloween rolled around and paranoia had settled inside Y/N. she was constantly looking around, trying to spot Tate’s cold, brown eyes through the crowd. She jumped every time someone stood behind her. She was terrified and frankly, losing her mind. The paranoia was eating her alive. The bags under her eyes were as prominent as ever. She was afraid.


Y/N knew she had to walk past the house on the way home, she just prayed Tate wasn’t lurking around, waiting to pounce. Her pace increased drastically as the house came into view. She could feel eyes on her back, her pace once again picked up. The hair on the back of her neck spiked as she let out ragged breathes, anxiety bubbling up inside her.

She turned round the corner, glancing left and right. She almost jumped out of her skin. His eyes seemed to shine through the darkness, taunting. He was always tainting her. Eyes that were once were filled with only love and adoration for her were now filled with rage and a murderous glaze. Y/N’s skin prickled with goosebumps. He advanced towards her before she had time to react, she was frozen in her place.

“My darling, Y/N, why’d you run away? Leave the house when you knew I could not follow, oh how naughty of you.” Tate smirked, running a chilled finger down her tinted cheeks.

she flinched away from his touch, causing him to seize her chin in a painful grip. Her eyes glossed with tears, a few escaping revealing just how scared she was. Scared of the man she once adored with all her being.

“Don’t have anything to say? Hmm, that’s not what happened last night. I recall you calling me a psychopath, insane I believe. Is that what you remember, darling?”

Y/N nodded, fear consuming her.

“We’d better get you back to the house and if you dare fight, I will not hesitate to drag you in myself.”


“Tate, fight it. For me. For us. Fight the monster inside. Don’t do this, my love. Don’t condemn me to a miserable life, bound to that house!” She whispered, tears now streaming freely down her cheeks.

He didn’t even react to her words as if he had heard them a million times before and they held no significance anymore. He would show no mercy.


Y/N had never seen him so malicious and heartless towards her. Sure, she had seen him glare and spit snide comments to his mother and occasionally Hayden, but never her. He had only ever shown her kindness and love. The change in personality chilled her to the bone. What had happened to the boy she fell for? Or was this him all along?

He shoved her forward and she staggered slightly. He grabbed her arm, stabilising her before dragging her towards the dreaded murder house. Her insides flipped as it came into view. This was were it ended. She knew that. He knew that.

She staggered through the front door, collapsing to her knees almost instantly. Sobs erupted through her, her shoulders shaking as she cried. She knew he enjoyed watching his prey beg, plead for their lives, but she couldn’t help herself. She had given him the satisfaction of seeing her beg.

Tate’s smirk only grew. He weaved his fingers into her hand, gripping the tendrils tightly and yanking her head back, revealing her neck. He smiled sinisterly at the exposed skin, picking up the knife from the table and dragging the tip along the apple of her cheek. The tip cut along her skin causing Tate to sigh in satisfaction, blood trickling down her cheek and down her neck. Tate circled around to be in front of her, he knelt down, smiling. And then he delivered the fatal swipe, a long cut along her neck.

She gurgled, blood spilling from the wound. Blood spilled from her lips. She spluttered, choking slightly. Her hands flew up to her neck, her eyes wide. And with that, the world went dark and her limbs grew heavy. She hit the floor with a thud. Blood spilled from her mouth and the wound on her neck, dribbling onto the carpet. Leaving a taunting stain, leaving a stain that would forever leave visitors curious.


Y/N vision cleared and she sat up, the floor now clean apart from the dry, reddish brown stain on the carpet. Her hands flew to her neck, she let out a stifled sob when her fingertips brushed against the wound. Her eyes squeezed shut, her breathing irregular.

“I’m dead.” She wheezed, shaking.

“I’m sorry, baby, I really am. I couldn’t fight the urge. I couldn’t risk you leaving me. Please forgive me.” Tate rasped from behind her.

She scrambled to her feet, spinning around to face him with wide eyes and a hand outstretched to ward him off.

“Go away, Tate.” She cried, he let out a whine of protest which evolved into a scream.

“No, Y/N. I’m sorry. Don’t do this! Y/N!” He screamed, tears streaming down his face.

“Go away!” She screamed just as loud and she was gone, back in her room. She collapsed onto the bed, crying and kicking.

Tate whimpered. The silence that spread through the house taunted him. Oh what had he done?

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The English teacher and his hard-to-get student

You approach your favourite classroom out of the entire school. How could it not be? It’s where the most important and dearest person in your life is. Your TC. Taking a deep breath, you open the door, hoping that he won’t mind you’re a little late.

The first thing you hear is the high pitch wolf-whistle of a fellow classmate. Jesus, do they ever give up? you think with a roll of your eye and take your seat. It wasn’t even your decision to have the closest desk to him, that was all his choice. Just another thing that makes you question what he thinks of you.

You look over to your TC, hiding a smile behind your pencil as he tries to flick locks of curly brown hair out of his eyes. All attempts fail. He looks up and catches you staring. You look away, your heart pace quickening. You can still remember the first time you saw those gorgeous green eyes as he walked the halls, lost and confused. He has been forever grateful for you helping him find his way. Just that simple kindness may have been the thing that makes you his favourite out of everyone. Maybe more than he likes to admit.

“Glad to see that my star pupil decided to join us,” he jokes with a grin.

“Had to have you all missing me and wondering where I was,” you tease.

He chuckles and shakes his head, going back to flicking through papers on his desk, biting the studded ring in his bottom lip. Just watching it makes you shift in your seat. You wonder if he notices how you react to him and try to calm yourself. He doesn’t need to know how much he affects you.

He turns around and grabs a whiteboard marker. As he lifts up his arms, you watch the way his leather jacket moves with his muscles. So perfectly contoured to fit his body that you wonder if it was custom made. As he starts to turn around, you pretend to go back to writing in your book about Animal Farm by George Orwell and the Russian revolution references.

Flicking the marker in his hand as he asks questions to the class, you pretend not to listen, even though every single word churns your stomach and sucks in every ounce of concentration you have.

When the class ends, you’re disappointed, as you have to leave him behind. Like every other time.

“Hey,” he calls out to you as you go to open the door, the last student to leave.

You stop and look at him, very curious. “Yeah?” you ask casually, pretending not to care.

“How’s the work going? Not too hard?” he asks, leaning against his desk. “You just looked a little distracted in class today.”

“Yeah, it’s fine,” you say, keeping up that casual façade. You motion to yourself as you say, “top of class remember,” you laugh.

He nods his head, looking unconvinced. “What’s got you so preoccupied lately then?”

“Nothing,” you lie, making a note to work harder to make it less obvious.

“You can always talk to me, you know?”

You nod, trying to hide a smile. “I know.”

“Come here,” he says, beckoning you with his hand.

You squint your eyes at him, now even more confused.

He chuckles, showing those pearly white teeth. His laugh always makes you melt. It’s perfect.

“Come on,” he grins, continuing to motion you with his hand.

You give in and walk over to him, pretending to be careless of the fact that you’re alone with him and he wants you to come closer.

As you reach him, you stop right in front of him, thankful for a poster covering the window of his door. No eyes can see. No one can assume.

“So, you have me here. Now what?”

He grins again. “You fascinate me,” he says, piercing my eyes with his own.

“Fascinate?” I ask.

“Yeah. The way you hide your emotions. I never know what you’re thinking. What you’re feeling. It’s fascinating. I wish I could hide things as well as you.”

He reaches his hand out slowly and entwines his hand with yours. You look deeply into his eyes, giving nothing away even though all you want to do is wrap your arms around him and never let go.

“See what I mean?” he asks.

You shake your head, swallowing hard.

“Nothing. No recoil of my touch. No smile. You show me nothing of how I make you feel. Do you want to know how I feel?”

“I don’t know, do I?” you lie. Of course you do!

“Yes, I think you do.”

“Okay, tell me then. How do you feel?”

He grins at the fact you want to know. “This,” he says, looking at your fingers clasped together. “It makes me lose all control. You make me lose control. I can’t tell you enough how hard it is to see you walk in here near every day and for me to have to treat you like any other student. When all I want to do, is wrap my arms around you. I hope that I’m not wrong with how I think you feel.”

“How do you think I feel?” you ask, your voice cracking as you try not to cry. Never in your life have you felt so special, so incredibly, blissfully, happy. He cares about you! This is more than you could have ever asked for.

“I think that you feel the same.” He pauses and watches you, hoping for a reaction.

Your eyes become teary and you let a smile break through. “Yeah?” you ask, teasing him a little.

“Yeah,” he whispers. “Am I right?”

You nod and grin like a maniac.

“I hoped so,” he sighs with a smile as he searches your face.

You have never seen him so vulnerable. Just as he has never seen you so exposed either.

A tear slips from the corner of your eye and he wipes it away with a gentle finger. He cups your cheek with his hand, the other still holding onto yours tightly. You close your eyes and open them again, afraid that it’s all just a dream. That you’ll wake up and be sitting by your desk. That you would look up and see your TC, not knowing how he feels. Having to hide how you feel. Trying to act as though he doesn’t affect you.

Your free hand rests on top of his and you close your eyes again. This is real. It’s all real. You finally know how he feels after so long of questioning everything. And he knows how you feel, after so long of pretending.

Finally, the truth. It’s all you have ever asked for and the answer is more than anything your wildest dreams could have thought of. It’s perfect.

Car Park Confessions.

A/n: This is actually the first thing I wrote back in February when I decided to stop just imagining scenarios in my head and put them down on paper, and it was the first thing I wrote since school about eight years ago.

My other works; fluff or if your over 18 smut!

Proof read by way of a text-speech device.

Summary: Clichéd af but I think sometimes thats what you need! It’s a sort of au where Bucky is a celebrity for some reason, maybe a singer, or an actor like Sebastian, but it doesn’t really matter. Established friendship…

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader (Gender Neutral)

Word count: 3207

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, some angst and crying, but it’s alright in the end!


Three am. Too early and too late. The street lights burn your eyes as you lean on a traffic bollard outside the club, tuning out as your friends attempt to find a cab willing to take a trio of somewhat drunk party-goers with very little money. Cold hands to your cheeks startle you, and you find yourself staring into Wanda’s face.

“You okay?” You nod in answer, smiling softly. The chilly air is getting to you, and you stand up, wrapping your arms around yourself as you shiver. She pulls you into a hug, resting her chin on your head, and rubbing her hands up and down your back. Another set of arms encircle the two of you, warming you considerably.

“Y/N, do you mind giving me your phone?” Natasha asks you, and you pass it over without question. “Also, there’s a bench just along here and I think we could all do with a sit down, come on.”

There’s some good natured complaining about how cold the metal seat is, but once you’re sat with your legs over Wanda’s and her head on your shoulder, you’re suddenly very tired.

“Don’t let me fall asleep,” you mumble at the equally exhausted pile of limbs you’re twisted up with.

“No promises.”


A car pulling up in front of your new ‘bed’ has you jolting back awake. You’re alone on the bench, your two friends currently standing beside it talking with the driver of a very nice Audi that has you frowning as you try to place it. You sit and raise a hand to your hair in an attempt to smooth it down, before repositioning your top that has ride up your body a little too much, the exhausted sound you let out attracting attention.

“Oh good, you’re awake,” Natasha grins, pulling open the side door of the car idling next to you. “Time to go home Sleeping Beauty”.

Eager to get out of the cold, and hearing your bed calling, you stumble up and slip ungracefully into the passenger seat. You reach for your seat belt and click it in place before turning to the driver and freezing.

“Hello Y/N.”

“… Bucky.”

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