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.”

pitviperofdoom  asked:

Hey so I've loved your Retold Fairytales for some time but I just binged your entire Gods and Monsters and I??? love Styx. A lot. And I'm curious about Hephaestus and Styx growing up as best friends in the Underworld. If you could work your magic when you have the time, I'd love to see a story about them!

Styx does not have a home in the underworld, not really. She has a room in Hades’s palace, of course, and a nook in Hecate’s house.  Charon has a cottage by her river, a humble thing for a being of such great power, and she’s shoved her way onto his narrow bed and curled into the warmth of his chest more than once. She darts through the horrors of Tartarus, and plays in the Elysium Fields.

All of the underworld is open to her, and she’s lived here the entirety of her existence. But she’s yet to find a piece of it that feels as if it belongs to her, that doesn’t feel borrowed.

~

Hecate brings home a baby with no legs beneath the knee and wide, curious eyes.

Styx adores him instantly.

Hecate is a busy woman – her duties in the underworld keep her constantly moving, and she spends much of her time shrouded in her secrets. She is the goddess of magic, and there are things that only she can do, things that other people can’t even know about. She is not a person with much time to spare, and babies take a lot of time.

Hades watches him often, directing the traffic of souls and overseeing construction with the child held to his chest. Charon fashions a sling, and the baby sleeps against his back while Charon ferries souls across her river.

Time passes. The baby is not like her.

The baby grows.

~

Hephaestus is a child, and he lives in a dangerous place. His aunt raises him, and she is a busy woman who does important things, and it seems to him like nothing in their home is safe to touch, that it is all cursed or corrosive or even, at time, sentient.

The palace is not much better. Hades always welcomes him, has a warm smile for him, but is too busy to linger. He walks on wobbly legs of glass that Aunt Hecate fashioned for him, and they allow him to walk, but they pain him too. He cannot run or jump, he cannot explore the edges of the underworld like he so desperately wants to because his legs are delicate, clumsy things. They are glass, and they shatter too easily.

“Don’t be sad,” a voice says in his ear, and he’s grinning before he even turns around. Lady Styx is there, smiling at him. She looks to be his age, although she is much older, and she has black skin and grey hair and eyes. Her skin is the color of her river’s water, and her hair and eyes the color of the foam when it rushes too fast. For as long as he can remember, she has always had kindness to spare.

“I’m not sad,” he says stubbornly. “Aren’t you busy?” She is a goddess, one as powerful and important as his aunt or Hades. He wants to grow up to be just like her.

She shrugs, “My river knows what to do. Do you want to go on an adventure?”

“Yes,” he says instantly. The only time he’s allowed to explore is when Styx is with him. If his glass legs break, she can carry him, and if anything tries to attack or hurt them, she can stop it.

She grabs his hand, smiling. It’s cold. She’s always cold, the same icy temperature as her river. “There are volcanos in Tartarus. Have I taken you there before?”

He shakes his head, and in the next instant they’re gone.

~

Styx and Hephaestus manage to get in all manner of trouble, including, but not limited to: accidentally giving Cerberus two extra heads, devising and implementing a manner of torture for Tantalus that is so brilliant Hades can’t even get mad at them for it, and figuring out it is possible to surf of Styx’s rough waters with glass legs, but only if you’re very, very stupid and have the goddess in question by your side and laughing so hard she forgets that her primary job here is to prevent you from dying.

When he’d found them, Hades had given them the worst admonishment he knew how to give: a disappointed frown. Hecate had laughed and told them to be careful of his legs.

Hephaestus’s childhood had its bright spots. Almost all of those bright spots included Styx.

~

Hephaestus looks older than her now, a young man when she is, as always, a child. He’s gotten quieter as he ages, his dark eyes permanently thoughtful.

“You shouldn’t come here without me,” she scolds, sitting down beside him. He doesn’t respond, swinging his hammer down on glowing metal with a boom loud enough that the volcano shakes with it. “You know Hecate doesn’t like you going into Tartarus alone.”

“You were busy,” he says, not accusatory, just a statement of fact. “Here, cool this for me.”

She sighs, but cool water rushes from her hands and onto the superheated metal. It hisses and steams, but when the air clears Hephaestus holds it up and appears to be satisfied. “Must it be in a volcano? We can make you a forge in safer part of the underworld.”

“Volcanos are useful,” he says, the same answer he always gives her. “I have more of these to do if you want to stick around.”

Helping him build whatever he’s currently working on is pretty boring. But he’s her friend, and it must be important if he’s risking his life by going into Tartarus on his glass legs to do it. “Sure,” she sighs slumping down to sit crosslegged next to him. He pats her on the head, which she’s all prepared to be insulted by - she’s a kid, but she’s not a kid – when she sees his lips curled up around the corners of his mouth. He’s making fun of her on purpose, which is still annoying, but is less hurtful than him treating her like a kid just because he looks older.

~

The first set of legs that Hephaestus makes for himself are made of iron. They’re not as pretty as he’d like them to be, but that’s all right. He can run in these legs, jump in them, fight in them. He is no longer a being made of glass, no longer someone who can be easily broken.

Styx is the first person he shows them to. He leaps and somersaults in them, something he could never do before. She’s delighted at first, smiling and clapping, but by the time he finishes, arms out-thrown and beaming, she’s wilted. She sits hunched and tries to keep her smile in place, but it’s trembling.  

“What’s wrong?” he asks, kneeling in front of her. “I thought you would be happy for me.”

“I am!” she hiccups, and now she’s crying, big fat tears that he wants to wipe away but can’t. She cries the water of her river. If he touches them, he’ll burn. “I am happy!’

He risks it, tugging the end of his sleeve down to quickly wipe her left cheek, then ripping it and throwing the cloth away as it burns. “You don’t look happy.”

“You’re going to leave,” she says, and he goes cold. “You have legs, and now you’re going to leave, and I’m not. I am the Goddess of the River Styx, I must stay with my river. But you’re going to leave.”

His heart breaks seeing Styx cry. He loves Hecate, loves Charon, loves Hades. But if there is one person in this realm he can truly call family, it is her. They share no blood, but she’s the only sister he’s ever known. “I’ll visit! You can visit me too. I wasn’t born here, Styx. Hecate isn’t my mom. I was born on Olympus, and I can’t hide in the underworld from Hera forever. I don’t want to either.”

“I know!” she says, her breath coming in stuttering gasps as she tries and fails to stop crying. “You’re so smart, and all the things you make are amazing. You need to go out there, so other gods can see you, so that people can see you. I just – I’m going to miss you.”

He’s a god – a little river water won’t kill him. He pulls Styx into his arms, ignoring the pain in his shoulder as her tears burn through his skin. She resists for a moment, then goes slack, throwing her arms around his neck. He says, “I’m going to miss you too.”

~

Hephaestus does not want to cause an uproar. He’s had fantasies of storming Mount Olympus, of confronting Hera, of doing any number of foolish, stupid things. But he is not a foolish, stupid man.

Hecate has picked out a volcano for him already, one she tells fits all his requirements and is not in the domain of any other god, even the lesser ones. He will go slow. He will build, and improve the lives of the mortals. Temples will be erected in his honor, tributes placed at his feet, his name on all their lips. He’ll build his power the hard way, until they can ignore him no longer, until Hera and Zeus have no choice but to offer him a place at their table on Olympus.

But not yet.

For now, he builds something else, something even more important.

~

“Can I open my eyes yet?” Styx asks, pouting.

Hephaestus’s hands are on her shoulders, pushing her forward. “No.”

She scowls. She can tell they’re by her river, in a bend where no one travels through, but that’s it. Her knowledge of the geography of the underworld is always in relation to her river. “What about now?”

“Yes,” he says.

She wasn’t expecting it, so it takes her a moment to blink her eyes open. “Did you make this?”

“Hecate helped,” he admits, “I wasn’t sure what to do for things like curtains and windchimes. Do you like it?”

It’s a house. A small one, not much bigger than Charon’s. It’s made of obsidian, but not several pieces put together. It looks like the whole things was carved out of one massive piece of obsidian. The walls are black and smooth and shining. There’s a large, round bed in the center that’s a pale blue, the chairs in a deep purple, and her curtains are a soft yellow. The house is black, but Hephaestus has filled it with color, given her a rainbow tucked in every space. Copper pots hang in the kitchen, and there are signs of his forging everywhere – in the cabinets, the door knobs in the shape of flowers, the singular windchime hanging in her open window, even though there is no wind here.

“Do you like it?” he repeats. “I know you tend to just – end up wherever, but I thought you should have a place that was just yours. If you want something different I can change it–”

“No.” She swallows and touches her wall, the silver design in her walls that he must have inlaid himself. “It – it’s perfect.” Quieter then, “You gave me a home.”

No place in the whole of the underworld has ever felt like it belonged to her. This one does. It doesn’t feel borrowed.

Hephaestus ruffles her hair, “It seems only fair, since you did the same for me. This realm wouldn’t have been my home without you.”

They’re smiling at each other, and the tension she’d been carrying ever since she realized Hephaestus would be leaving drains out of her.

He’s older now, almost an adult, and he’s leaving the underworld. But he’s not leaving her.

“You’re my best friend,” she tells him, in case he’s forgotten.

“Good,” he tells her, “because you’re my best friend too.”


gods and monsters series, part xxiii

read more of the gods and monsters series here

Spoilers Ahead

DEH (7/12/17) Things:

-Everyone losing their shit when Colton came on stage.

-Colton is talking so fast without breathing and i don’t know how to handle this?

-Evan rolling over the top of his bed to get his backpack

-OMG Rachel and Jennifer in the first number. Slayyy

-Wow Mike Faist is even prettier in person

-The amount of sarcasm in “Am I not laughing hard enough for you?”

-SOMEBODY JUST FUCKING WAVE AT EVAN

-Kris singing “Waving Through a Window”. it’s short but kills me. I love her.

-The social media constantly lighting up the stage is phenomenal.

-One of the social medias downstage shows that Jared has a snapchat and i cant handle this info.

-Omg Cynthia crying makes me cry

-“apples”

-Colton has such an amazing voice and he needs more appreciation

-His giggle and little gallop in “For Forever”. HELP ME??

-Zoe bounces her leg nervously a lot during the first act.

-Watching Evan’s face go from happy to heartbroken in the “he’s coming to get me” line. Like, protect the boi.

-Colton dramatically draping himself over the bedpost 👌👌

-The embarrassed pause before “secret email”. Colton did that perfectly and the audience loved it.

-JARED’S LAUGH STOLE THE SHOW

-FUCK I LOVE WILL ROLAND

-MIKE FAIST’S FUCKING FACE WHEN HE PAUSED AFTER THE NIPPLE THING KILLED ME.

-Connor did a Newsie jump during “Sincerely Me”

-Evan went to hug Connor during “Sincerely Me” and made an :0 face

-Connor snapping his fingers during “if i stop smoking pot then everything might be alright.”

-I saw the knee thing in person. I have lived.

-All the finger guns during “Sincerely Me” saved me.

-THE CHEST BUMP

-THE CHEST BUMP

-Laura’s vocals

-Cynthia hugging Connor’s pillow during “Requiem”

-Zoe crumpling up the letters

-Protect Zoe Murphy

“You were not the MONSTER” (complete silence in the audience)

-Evan looking at Connor’s comic books

-Zoe looking like she’ll cry during “If I Could Tell Her”

-COLTON’S 👏VOICE👏

-“You looked really pretty” music stops *awkwardly clears throat* “it looked pretty cool” *music starts back up*

-Colton singing “I love you”.

-The kiss was so awkward. Evan, why are you like this?

-MIKE FAIST AS GHOST CONNOR.

-Evan looking terrified at the idea of disappearing.

-My heart couldn’t handle when Connor did his “when you’re falling” reprise.

-OMG Alana and Jared. YEE

-Larry looking through the Connor Project pamphlet with an unreadable expression.

-The silence when Cynthia said that Connor didn’t get invited to any Bar mitzvahs.

-THE NOTECARDS

-Somebody in the audience laughed when he messed up his speech and Evan just froze and it was absolutely painful. After that person laughed it was dead silence. And Evan fell to the ground, started crawling backwards, sobbed, and clutched onto Connor’s tie. This was such a painful scene to watch and Colton did it flawlessly. Bless that boy.

-All the social media in you will be found.

-The 👏 vocals👏 in 👏YWBF

-All the pictures of Connor lighting up the stage. (one of Mikes toddler pics is in there and it’s presh)

-Larry breaking down and clinging onto Cynthia

-All the screens with Evan giving his speech

-Evan starts out so small in that number and just watching him grow and be awed by the media, my heart.

-I was shaking throughout the entire number and intermission.

-Omg Alana and Evan working on the Connor Project is gold. She’s slowly hiding Evan away and the audience loved it.

-Evan awkwardly trying to be cool around Larry.

-“Kid that’s lost control” dead silence.

-I actually kinda like Larry after seeing it live??

- “I’m not breaking up with you” *Evan places his finger tips on her waist* “Thankyou”

-Evan is a bean

-LAURA’S VOICE

-OMG the scene where they were trying to give Heidi and Evan money was super uncomfortable. Evan just looks like he’s gonna be sick throughout that whole scene.

-Protect Heidi Hansen

-Will’s solo in “Good For You” 👌👌That is the good stuff.

-Jared looking like he’s going to run up and punch Evan. Evan running away timidly.

-Everyone cornering Evan and he looks so terrified.

-In the scene before Evan shows Alana the letter and he’s talking to Connor, the “suicide note” is lighting up the stage.

-Heidi in the “YWBF Reprise” and you can see the moment when she realizes that Evan wrote the note.

-Larry’s shell faltering for a second when he found out that Evan wrote the letter.

-“No mom who just was there” Cynthia sobbing and moving across the stage away from Evan.

-Colton was outstanding in “Words Fail”. he was bawling and looked so small. And after the “Worst of me” line he looked so defeated and helpless.

-OMG all of the sniffles from audience members during words fail. #me (i sobbed too)

-Heidi is my mom now

-Heidi giggles as she cries.

-BLESS RACHEL BAY JONES. SHE HAD EVERYONE CRYING DURING “So Big/So Small”

-Evan falling half off the couch and just clinging to Heidi. Heidi crying more as he does this.

-Colton’s eyes were so red from crying during this scene.

-The Orchard set is beautiful.

- The final speech and finale. Im wrecked.

So in final words I love Colton Ryan (i met him after the show as well as Rachel) as Evan and the whole cast. I have no idea how they all can do such an emotional show over and over. I’m so fortunate and honored to have seen such an amazing production. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Scared to Be Lonely

Summary: Is there more to this than just the two of you?

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x reader

Warnings: Angst, eventual fluff - I promise

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: *Note - Reader is referenced by codename “Lamia” || My soulmate asked for another Eggsy fic - voila! This fic is loosely based on Dua Lipa & Martin Garrix’s “Scared to Be Lonely” - I’ve used some lyrics as quotes, and they’ve been italicized. [There may or may not be a part two for this - we shall see.] Hope you enjoy! | masterlist


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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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Leaving [Pennywise x Reader]

A/N: This is pretty angsty. Reader is moving from Derry, Penny is sad and… well, pretty pissed lol. No warnings, except for maybe controlling/possessive behaviour. Oh, and it’s a gender neutral one!

Don’t like don’t read. Normies v clownfuckers is not a war I want to participate in xx


Originally posted by edsgazebos

You seal your very last box, and let out a breath. It had taken you this long to pack, close any loose ends, and say goodbye to everyone and everything in Derry. It was always bound to be hard bidding a childhood home farewell– Derry had seen you through a lot, and you had really come into who you are within the walls of the first house you had ever bought here by yourself. You thought at that point you would settle down here, find a partner, and be happy.

That was a clusterfuck of an idea, you can’t help but smirk. Of course, it wasn’t a complete clusterfuck; growing out of that dream helped you realize that you needed to move to a larger city to pursue your real dream, a dream bigger than what Derry had to offer. But growing up wasn’t the only thing that made you realize a normal life was anything but for you.

As if on cue, you hear a faint jingling behind you, and the room begins to smell like a circus. A wistfulness fills you, and you bite your lip. You don’t want to turn around.

“You’re not leaving.”

You suck in another breath, and clench your jaw. You knew this was coming, you just… weren’t prepared for it now. You didn’t think you ever would be.

You turn slowly, and see the clown standing there in the corner of your living room, eyes wide, hurt, and baby blue. You wince, and turn fully. “Penny, I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid–”

Suddenly, he rushes forward, pinning you to the wall. “You are not leaving,” he repeats, eyes now glowing that amber yellow.

“I have to,” you gasp out, tugging at the inhumanly strong fingers around your neck, “Penny, I have to, I can’t… I can’t stay in Derry forever… ahh, fuck–” He finally lets you go with a growl, and you drop, rubbing your neck. “Ow.” You look back up at him, and he looks like he’s torn between absolutely letting loose then ripping you limb from limb or crying in your arms. “Don’t look at me like that.”

His eyes fade back to baby blue and drift away from each other, as they do whenever he’s trying to appear innocent. “L-like what?” He swallows, blinking a couple of times.

“Don’t–” you huff, rolling your eyes, “Don’t try to be cute, like a puppy.”

“I am not a puppy, (y/n). That would imply you’re my owner. You don’t own me– I own you.” You get chills at his words and the tone he says them in, but the slight drop in register of his voice there never did give you bad chills, per say. You shift slightly under the gaze that he has on you, even though his eyes are barely focused on you at all. You can just sometimes… feel his entity staring into you.

“Pennywise, I would stay if I could,” you tell him softly, then reconsider this. “Well… I mean, that’s not true, nobody’s forcing me out of town, but I have to go to pursue my dream. You get that, don’t you?” He continues to give you the eyes, shaking his head no, and you throw up your arms. “Well, then you’re just being stubborn.”

He walks up to you, this time holding you against the wall with his body. Usually in this position, you end up wrapping your legs around his costume and going at it relentlessly until he tires or gets bored with the sensations (which is, like, never), but right now, neither of you are really in the mood.

“I thought you said you’d never forget you’re mine,” he hisses, adorable buck teeth transforming into razor sharp points. “At least that’s what you told me when I was fucking you so hard you couldn’t breathe. You. Are. Mine.” You hold your breath as he drags the sharp incisors across your neck, more forming along his mouth, until you grimace, letting out a little cry as he marks you. His tongue darts out to sweep along your jugular vein, a giggle forming low in his throat as he tastes your essence and revels in it. He could very well kill you right now… but you know he won’t.

“Listen,” you say, sighing and fisting a hand in his orange hair, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it, little one,” he says bluntly, and you scoff, tugging at his hair in frustration.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not a sewer clown that eats children, okay? I actually have to have a life. I can’t stay in this stupid little town full of stupid little people all my life!”

He spends a long time looking at you with that split-between-murderous-psychopath-and-huggy-bunny look, until he nods decidedly, half to himself. “I’ll come with you. Pennywise will come with you, yes.”

“No,” you immediately shake your head, “No, I’m moving to New York. You don’t even wanna know what’s in those sewers– hint, not child meat. Well, actually, there very well could be some down there, nobody knows, but it would probably be old and gross and–” You shake your head at what you’re saying, and just reach out to touch his white face. “I can’t let you come with me, Penny. You have to stay here and eat. You won’t find what you need where I’m going… and you can’t die just because you wanna follow me.”

“But without you, I wouldn’t–” he stops, obviously conflicted, but he doesn’t have to finish for you to know what he was going to say.

“I’ll always be yours,” you assure him, untucking the tiny bell from his costume that you kept around your neck at all times and showing him. He seems pleased by this, judging by the drool and little smile he gives, but he still seems destroyed, so you go on. “You’re tired. I can tell. You walk slower, you’re not as enthusiastic when you touch me anymore. You need your Long Rest, Penny– then you’d be the one leaving me, even if I stayed here.”

“I don’t need t–”

“Yes you do.”

“….If you stay here, I’ll give you a balloon,” he tries, obviously racking that alien brain of his for every human tactic he could possibly implement to keep you from going away. “I’ll give you ten balloons! I’ll give you aaaaall the balloons in the world!” He attempts to give his clown-esque grin and laugh with a shake, but this time it comes out wrong and sloppy. 

“Penny–”  

“If you leave, I’ll kill you,” he states simply, smile dropping and hands twitching in preparation to grow the claws that had left so many scars on your back over the years. Anyone else who would have heard him say that just now would be terrified, but again, you knew your eldritch companion well enough.

“Have some popcorn for me, will you?” you murmur softly, kissing him one last time before trudging past him. You hear the bells, and he’s gone.

Plage (M)

◇ pairing: jin x reader
◇ genre: smut, fluff
◇ summary: the suave champion swimmer is like a fish out of the water around the girl he is crushing on.

Do you want to go
to the plage with me?
I’m going down-down-down
there at 4 in the morning,
most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.
Come down-down-down,
my love is calling.

plage - crystal fighters


There are three things in Jin’s life that he is truly grateful for. The first being his parents; his mom for giving birth to him and for passing down her gorgeous face to him, and his dad for his height and athletic abilities – oh, and how they love and support him through everything, but that goes without saying. The second being his three best friends and teammates – Nam Joohyuk, Kim Jisoo, and Seo Kangjoon – because without them, his dreams of winning the three gold medals he won at the International Competition last week would have never been possible. Not only did they win the toughest men’s medley relay to ever happen in the past 10 years together, but they were also there to cheer him on during his 200 m individual medley and 200 m breaststroke race.

And last but certainly not least, the third (and the greatest) thing Jin was grateful for was that he met you.

Yes, Y/N, you.

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soulmate! Hoshi

for anon: soulmate hoshi please? i loved all the soulmate aus so far!!!!keep up the good work!!!

a/n: TYSM and hope you enjoy!!

Summary: in which the closer you are to your soulmate, you can hear what song their listening too, visa versa (part two)

  • the first year you could comprehend what a soulmate actually was,
  • you were completely obsessed with finding your “mark”
  • and after that mess, searching through the “soulmate” section in the library and asking around
  • you kind of just gave up of finding your soulmate
  • figured “go with the flow” is best
  • but that didn’t stop you from lowkey being jealous of your friends who had obvious signs
  • hell even one had her soulmate’s first words
  • you think you could live with anything, even "get out the way" if it meant you would for sure meet he or, what the hell, she one day
  • flash forward years later not really lol your still young and fresh okay
  • your college offers programs for classes over seas for a year
  • for your major, the best places would be, south korea, singapore, and japan
  • lots of people were choosing south korea, and but you actually already know korean, as a result of your high school friend who was korean
  • so to be a little different you and your best friend in college, choose japan
  • even though flying is a bitch, you and your friend land safely and head to baggage claim
  • suddenly you hear this slight beat in your ears
  • looking down at your phone, you see the music is turned off
  • “f/n do you hear some music?”
  • “nah you alright?”
  • “yeah it’s probably just my post plane effects”
  • when you sit in the taxi on the way to your airport, you play your music and eventually the beat is gone
  • the next day when your prepping for a class, you hear the beat again
  • you search everywhere and after your friend says she hears nothing, you almost pull your hair out
  • then it clicks,
  • holy shit you’ve read of soulmates having this before
  • maybe he’s japanese????
  • after telling your friend, on any spare time you guys had, you both travel all through japan
  • the disappointment you feel hurts, in fact in seems the farther you travel through japan, the quieter the beat gets
  • the one thing you notice is the same beat seems to play over and over again
  • at one point you to start to subconsciously drum your fingers to them 24/7
  • you wonder if your soulmate can hear your music too and is thinking about you? hopefully?
  • at the end of your time in japan, you and your friend decided to take a week vacation in seoul, south korea
  • “girl did you see the street food there, if we gain a couple pounds, it’ll definitely be okay”
  • and literally, the first thing you notice when landing at Incheon is the melody added to that beat
  • “f/n. shit i think my soulmate’s korean”
  • as you get closer to seoul, you can start to hear the whispers of lyrics
  • by the time your in your hotel you can hear the lyrics as if your playing it from your phone quietly 
  • “ulgo sipci anha”
  • despite the bit of jet lag you have, you grab a small backpack full of all your essentials and head out, leaving a note for your friend who’s already knocked out
  • as you run around seoul aimlessly, you somehow figure out directions with the sounds
  • this leads you to the front of a large building
  • smartly, you plug in your earphones and play a hiphop song, loud with heavy beats
  • if there’s a way you can hear a song about boys not wanting to cry then he could hear you blasting kokak blacks’ tunnel vision in one ear
  • no matter how far you walk along the street you always hear the song the loudest at the building
  • after mustering up some courage, your about to knock but the crying song stops
  • you step back three feet, kind of freaked out, the mash of the two songs only becoming yours
  • suddenly a cute black haired boy dressed in sweaty workout clothes explodes from the doors
  • he stares at you with wide eyes and takes a step back
  • bumping into a whole soccer team of guys coming out or peaking heads out the door
  • you slowly reach your hand up to your earbud and as you take that one out, the music in his ears stop also
  • the grin that graces his face has to be the cutest thing you’ve ever seen
  • he looks at your face brightly, noticing the happy smile on your face
  • like the match made in heaven you guys are, you run up to him laughing and he opens his arm laughing
  • your arms go around his shoulders and his around your waist
  • you get lifted slightly and this situation makes you smile and giggle even harder
  • suddenly you feel yourself get pulled forward from what you notice is your soulmate’s friends pulling him back inside the building
  • “as happy as i am for you to find your soulmate, lets not have any pictures taken”
  • he ignores them completely with the smile seemingly permanent
  • setting you down, he holds your hands tightly, grinning
  • “my name’s kwon soonyoung and ill definitely be calling you soon”
  • you giggle and answer
  •  "my name’s f/n l/n. i would call you honey, but your so much sweeter than that.“
  •  you guys laugh again and he pulls you in closer, burying his head in your nape and yours in his chest
  • “wow someone who’s actually PERFECT for soonyoung”
  • “the cringe couple”
  • “ewwww LMAO”
  • “WE ALL HAVE HOPE NOW 2017 IS SEVENTEEN’S SOULMATE YEAR” 
  • after being introduced and explained too that they are actually a group called seventeen and bombarded by them with questions,
  • you and soonyoung are given time alone
  • aka sitting in the corner and pretending svt isn’t trying to eavesdrop on the other side of the dance studio
  • getting to know each other must have been the funnest and cutest experience of each other’s life
  • “its a great song but i was tired of listening to just one portion of a song about boys crying after the first 10 minutes”
  • “yahh, i create choreography, so of course i play it over”
  • you guys openly and cutely discuss pet names
  • “i dont want to call you y/n, that’s what everyone else calls you,” he pouts
  • “what about you? you have something you wanna be called?”
  •  he slightly gets flustered, and before he can answer you ask,
  • “you know how americans will call their husbands hubby?”
  • he nods at the mention
  • “what do you think about bubby? boyfriend instead of husband”
  • he smiles sweetly and laughs, “i like it, and i’ll call you jagi (honey) in honor of your pickup line”
  • you laugh and accept of course
  •  the corners of his mouth twitch up in a slight smirk
  • “so am i your boyfriend now?”
  • you slap his arm lightly, “yah im not that easy, take me on a date first”
  • you guys get closer on the emotional level
  • he looks at you and smiles softly
  • “i think your too pretty to be my soulmate" 
  • "what do you mean??? your the most attractive guy ever. clearly we are soulmates, two good looking people together? helloo”
  • you wiggle your eyebrows at him and wink cutely
  • he chuckles softly
  • “are you sure, you’ve seen the other members, they have way better bodies and faces than me”
  • you realize at this moment your soulmate had insecurities
  • why are korean beauty standards like this
  • “look at me”
  • you boldly hold his face in both of your hands, instantly making his ears turn red
  • “i don’t know or care that other people don’t find you attractive. to me you are the most handsome" 
  • "your the perfect height for me, i dont need to you to be any taller" 
  • "your eyes are the most attractive thing, i didn’t think someone can be so hot and cute as the same time but damn you proved me wrong" 
  • "i could go on and on but if i say all of them now, it would take forever”
  • you bring his face closer and press your lips on his cheek softly
  • he smiles with pink cheeks and pecks your neck, settling his head there and whispers
  • “you don’t need to be perfect but i know your perfect for me”
  • you laugh tenderly and whisper in his ear,
  • “i love how you can keep up with my cheesy comments but let’s not do this 24/7”
  • he chuckles loudly
  • “let’s be a comfortable & fun couple, those are the best”
  •  "definitely”
  • svt at the side like “this has to be the cheesiest and cutest moment i’ll ever witness”
  • “it’s a drama in real life lol”
  • seungkwan says this a little too loudly
  • you and soonyoung both look over and then at each other
  • “you wanna throw it or will i?”

Originally posted by royalkpop

The Seventeen Soulmate AU series:

|| Seungcheol / Pt. 2 || Jeonghan / Pt. 2 || Joshua / Pt.2 || Jun / Pt.2 || Hoshi / Pt.2 || Wonwoo || Woozi / Pt.2 || Seokmin / Pt.2 || Mingyu / Pt.2 || Minghao || Seungkwan || Vernon / Pt.2 || Dino ||

100% reconmend you another soulmate au here, soulmate! Joshua ;)

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Cure (3)

Bucky x reader

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, memory loss, recuperating, fluff, angst and obviously, eventually: smut.

A/N: Here’s part three! Bucky finds out about his past and wants to see his files, shit happens. 

Originally posted by natpekis

“So.. what you’re saying is: I was captured during World War two, after I fell off a train to my death, but I wasn’t really dead of course, and then brainwashed and tortured into killing a shitload of people before you found me again and snapped my crazy ass out of it”

Sounds about right.

“Yeah, Buck” Steve shifts a little, looking helpless and worried, sharing glances with Y/N and Sam.

I don’t think I can take any more of this. It feels as if it’s true, I know it is; but how the hell was I still sane after that?

Are you? Really?

Shut up.

Honestly. If I’m anything like the voice in my head, claiming to be me, I’m a real asshole. 

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Hands off (Part 1/3)

This was written for ABO Appreciation Day, hosted by @kittenofdoomage 

Summary: The reader is the boy’s new hunting partner and omega. A witch with a thirst for vengeance curses her and the boys are not able to be near her without causing her pain.

Pairing: alpha!Dean x omega!reader x alpha!Sam

Warnings: touch deprivation, implied smut, canon typical violence, nightmares, angstttt (If everything goes according to my evil plan)

Words: 1444

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Originally posted by itsokaysammy


(My first ever fic so pls go easy on me)

Honestly, even though you weren’t exactly much of a morning person, there were much worse ways of waking up than doing so in the middle of a Winchester sandwich. You were warm and pleasantly sore, Dean’s legs had tangled with yours in his sleep and your head was smushed to his chest. Sam’s arm was slung over your waist and his hand was comfortably pressed… right against your bladder, actually.

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No More Nightmares

Request from @fandom-rpblog:Request for a nightmare one shot where like bucky and reader are dateing/married and reader has a child from another relationship and bucky has a nightmare when reader isn’t home (possibly on a mission idk) and the child comforts him or the other way round with child having nightmare when reader out with bucky comforting them but ends with reader walking in on them being all cuddly or something like that.

Bucky x Reader x Adopted!Daughter

Words: 1,333

Warnings: Mentions of injury, blood, and grief.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their wonderful creators <3

“Mummy do you really have to go….again?” A sad look flashed through the crystal blue hues of your daughter as you prepared to go on the fourth night mission that week. Now that she was getting a little older she noticed a lot more and had more of an understanding as to what it was that you did. “There are other heroes to help people.”

A sad smile crossed your lips as you quickly glanced over to a worried looking Bucky. Even after all these years, after getting married and him adopting a child from a previous relationship of yours, he hated it when you went on missions without him. In his eyes he always needed to protect you and he couldn’t do that from here….instead he had to rely on Steve and the others to keep you safe. You turned your attentions back to the petite brunette girl currently looking up at you with puppy dog eyes.

“I’m sorry princess, I will make it up to you I promise. Think of it as a chance to spend some extra time with daddy.” You tapped her nose playfully as a brighter smile lit up your face. “I know you two get up to quite the mischief when mummy isn’t here.”

The comment made a giggle erupt from the young girl while Bucky sat himself up on the edge of the bed as an amused smile crept up onto his own face.

“How about you go pick the popcorn you want for our movie tonight while I say bye to mummy…”

Although he had a smile on his face for his daughter you were more than aware of the sadness he was currently trying to hide and once she had skipped herself out of the room you turned to face him at the same time he took both of your hands into his.

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Out Of This World (M)

Jaebum was left behind, forgotten on Earth a long time ago. Even if he’s far from home, he finds himself believing that you might actually be where he truly belongs.

Protagonists: Im Jaebum & you

Words: 11k sorry

Genre: Childhood Friends - Romance - Smut - Alien!au - **Short mention of child abuse**

Snippet: “You let Jaebum fill you, own you, claim you. Let him delight in the thought that you are nothing but his and you do the same; for he belongs to you just as much.”

Lyly’s note: #RIP, I was only doing an Alien Moodboard for my Halloween project and got caught up in a whirlpool of JB feels. He’s my GOT7’s bias after all, ENJOY 😅

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Black Butterflies 5

I’m really very sorry if the last part wasn’t that good but I hope this time I make up for it. Plus You see i really loves getting messages when you guys talk to me in general. Makes me very happy. And I might end the series in next part or the next to it as I am not getting much responses to it. And lately I’ve been feeling that I writing shit so it is better if I stop.

Reblog and recommend others too if you like it :)

Word Count:: 2430

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4


Somebody said right that you don’t know importance of something till it’s gone. Harry understood that statement by now. He didn’t know what he was losing till he saw his love kissing the man he hated the most. He never liked Jake. He knew he was an ass who roamed around with every woman he could find. His heart shattered into million pieces when he saw the look in your eyes that you once had for him.

But above of all the time wasn’t in his favor now. Karma was doing it right. And now it was his turn to get hurt.

He couldn’t even turn his back from what he did. He didn’t mean to but still that happened. He did got Kristine pregnant, and for the first time in years he wasn’t happy with the announcement. He didn’t wanted a baby with her but he wanted his own babies. Noah and Rose who were now in full custody of you. He missed having the kids around him. He missed hearing the word daddy. He missed getting the soft kisses and warm cuddles from them. Above all he missed his family but now he was divorced.

His eyes blurred with tears looking down in his phone at the photo of you and Rose. It the time when you held her for the first time. You just had given birth to her a few minutes ago when Harry pulled his phone out to click a picture of you both.Her small lips were ‘O’ shaped as she yawned, her tiny nose scrunched up with a heartwarming smile on your face. But instead of warming him up, your smile made him colder. His heart felt like freezing. It was all his fault. If he didn’t had thought like that and cheated on you with Kristine then it would’ve been better. No doubt the rough patch would still be there but at least you would’ve gone through it somehow.

 A marriage is a like a thread hanging out from a cloth, pulling it always makes the cloth worst and look ugly so cutting it is the best option but sewing it isn’t bad either, no doubt it’ll make it look a bit ugly but it is better than cutting.

“Haz???” Harry’s thoughts were cut off by Kristine as he shoved his phone inside his pocket and wiped his tears with the back of your hand.

“yes love?”

“why are you crying?” she asked him with her hand on her hip. Her belly had a small round curve that made Harry sick. It’s not like he was against the baby but was against himself for doing that.

“I-I cannot do this anymore” he cried in his hand looking away. His heart was breaking and it was not acceptable by Kristine. She knew Harry was still in love with you and that was setting her off edge.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU CANNOT DO THIS ? YOU BLOODY WANKER! IT IS YOU WHO KNOCKED ME UP!” She shouted at the top of her lungs and stormed out of the living room to her their bedroom. Harry wasn’t from the ones who can stand anyone shouting at the but the sitaution was different that time. He was too weak, too fragile, too broken to shout back at her. He felt like shit. He was no dog to be shouted at like that but then he remembered, he too did the same with you and the kids didn’t he? when you came to his house to talk to Kristine where all he did was shout at you telling you how it was all your fault, how it was all you who made him do that. How he kicked you outta his house.

His sobs and cries became louder with every breath he took. He wasn’t going to be okay anytime soon or ever.

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You moaned with the feeling of Jake’s body rocking with yours. His hard cock inside of you hitting your g-time perfectly with every thrust. His face hidden in your chest and his tongue busy in swirling around the hard bud of your nipples. The bed rocked along with your bodies in perfect rhythm. You sweaty bodies slapping against each other deliciously.

It’s been a month since you and Harry officially parted your ways. The image of his face with his bloodshot eyes sometimes made you wonder if you did the right thing by signing the papers but then you remember that it was Harry who took all the decisions from who’s mistake it was to getting divorce so who the hell are you to decide if you did right or wrong.

“Hmm jake” You moaned scratching his back as he kissed along your neck.

“Yes doll?”

“Gonna cum” you panted

“cum” he said sensually in your ear and that was enough to make you cum. He was cumming the thin plastic condom the next second. He rolled of you catching his breath and got up to go to bathroom before pecking your sweat covered forehead. You stared at the ceiling blankly before closing your eyes. His face was all you cloud see. It wasn’t like sex with Jake was bad or something but the feeling you shared with harry just wasn’t there. You remembered the time when it your first night after the wedding perhaps, the love making night.

Your hungry lips collided with each other as your legs stumbles making you fall on the bed. Your bare chest covered by nothing but the while lingerie that you wore underneath your wedding dress. Harry’s pupil dilated, love and lust reflected by them as he admired you from head to toe. Your hair messed up all over the cushion, lipstick smudged and cheeks flushed not with make up but because of heavy make out.

He leaned in and started kissing your neck ever so softly taking forever. Savoring the taste of your skin covered with goosebumps he moves up to your cheeks. Placing sloppy kissing on your cheeks he stops cupping them to stare in your eyes.

Husband. He was yours now. Your husband. You eyes filled with tears as your moved your hand to cups how cheeks as well. A tear slipped trough your eye and went all the way from corner to the pillow damping it.Your eyes filled with utter love and ardor. You rubbed the apple of his cheeks with your thumb, his body now hovering yours. Lips just a mere inches away from yours. You could feel his warm breath on yours. 

Lifting your left hand up, he pecked the back of it feeling the cold metal of band that now marked you his wife. You felt his smile on your hand and a tear on your cheek. Catching the other from your thumb you smiled at him.

“I can’t believe it. I am married to m’love” 

“so can’t I Harry. It’s all like a dream innit?”

“It is. But I’m glad that it’s the truth because their ain’t anyone else whom I’d like to call mine except the woman lying beneath me. He smiled sniffling. He pecked the back of your once again before attaching his lips with yours. Your lips moved together with all the passion and love that you both felt at the moment. Not caring about the world and completely unaware of what could come in future.

Your eyes filled with tears as you looked away from the ceiling blinking the tears away. You hated the fact that you still loved him. Your heart still called for him. Your eyes still searched for his face in Jake. You lips still searching for the same feeling you got with harry. You life still searching for the piece of puzzle to complete itself that was none other than harry.

“why’d you do that to me Harry. why?” You asked yourself blinking the tears away. 

You wiped the tiny droplets of water when you heard the bathroom door open. Jake came out of the bathroom with steam coming out of it. You smiled and plopped yourself on your elbows and laid on your tummy. Your eyes scanning his naked body covered with nothing but a white fluffy towel and water beads.

“Like what you see babe?” He asked with a smirk. His wet hair pushed back and his skin glistening with water. You bite your lip and sat up holding the covers to your chest. You pushed your hair to one side of your neck, cold air hitting the naked skin of your back.

No doubt you felt beautiful with him..

“you’re turning me on again” You said biting your lips. A giggle escaped your lips when out of a sudden Jake pushed you back on bed hovering you. Taking off his towel off, he pulled the covers off you which were covering your gorgeous breast.

“No stopping tonight then huh? “ He smirked.

“Absolutely”

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“hmmm Jake wake up” You groaned rolling to your right. It was around 6 in the morning and someone was continuously ringing the bell of your house. Whoever it was, was surely gonna be dead you thought to yourself before standing up groggily and made your way downstairs. A shiver ran down your spine as soon as the cool air hit your skin. Someone must’ve left the window open.

“Who is it?” You asked and shook your head when received no reply. Opening the door, you were greeted by nothing but a small basket in which there lied two pups. You picked the basket and carried it inside. The small baby dogs were all curled up against the warm blanket that was around them to protect from the hard cold, merciless wind.

“oh babies.” you cooed them and saw a small paper folded by them. Setting the basket on the table you open the paper.

Hi love

You knew who it was. The handwriting said it all. Tears already were up-to your eyes when you realized how much you missed his handwriting. You remember how Harry used to wake you up with all those small cheesy messages saying ‘Hi sexy’ or ‘love you my world’ etc. Though it all was a small gesture of love, it made you feel loved to the extreme every day.

I know you’re mad at me and hate me. I know what I’ve done is beyond to be forgive. But believe when i say this, I still love you Y/n. I will always love you no matter what. It took a me a lot of time to understand and it wasn’t until god smacked some brain in me and made me realize what i was missing. 

Your eyes red, nose puffed and breath uneven. This wasn’t happening. He cannot do this. Not after what happened. Not now.

And I know you will never forgive me. But I will keep asking begging you for it till the day you will and even after that because what I’ve done is nothing but pure disgust and shameful thing ever. Trust me I hate myself everyday for causing you so much of pain. Now i feel how I made you feel. Now I am getting the bruised that i gave you once. Now I am being paid for my sins.

But till the day you forgive me, can I ask you for something. Can I at least see my kids once, please? My own are dying to see them, my hands are dying to hold them. Please? It is a request from a father Y/n. This time it’s not Harry Styles asking you this but an unsuccessful father and a husband.

I hope you will accept my request.

All the love H xx

The small letter of utter hate and anger that you had for the man writing this made you feel pity on him. You felt bad for him. You knew how it felt to be left alone, how it felt when the only person you loved discards your away withing no time, you knew how it felt to be broken and you didn’t wanted Harry to experience the same. You did wanted him to suffer, but for the sake of humanity you didn’t allow yourself to do the same with him.

You weren’t be like him. That’s what differed you from Harry.


“oh that’s great” you said to Harry’s friend Mitch. He bumped in you when you were returning from ordering your coffee. He just told you about his engagement with his long term girlfriend. He was well aware of the situation you were facing and that’s why he didn’t brought it up.

“Seems a lot of fun” you said smiling stirring your espresso.

“Yeah. Two weddings next month.” he chuckled shaking his head. Uh two weddings? For sure one was his but who’s was other.

“t-two?” you asked in confusion.

“didn’t he tell you?” 

“who?”

“uggh shouldn’t have said that” he groaned and pulled on his hair in anger. Your heart paced up.

“tell me Mitch!” you said more like ordered.

“Harry’s marrying Kristine next month because they wanna deliver the baby after the wedding” He said unable to make eye contact with you. His eyes softened with your changing expression.

Your eyes were wide opened by now. A whimper left your lips along with some tears down your cheek. You weren’t over the divorce completely. You weren’t healed entirely and you were wounded again. You heart clenched and cries muffled by your hand. You got up and ran to your house as fast as you could. 

Mitch’s word echoing through your brain made it harder for you to walk and you fell on your knees crying. 

He was getting married. Kristine was pregnant. He lied being still in love with you. You cried as loud as you could grabbing attention from the strangers who looked at you like some kinds mental. But you couldn’t help it. You were exhausted from being strong.

You were destructed.


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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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When It All Falls Down

Originally posted by floralcrownjack

Summary: Everybody says high school is the worst four years of your life. No one said it carried on through college.

Pairing: Platonic!Teamiplier x Sister!Reader

Request: “Can I request a teamiplier x reader who is being bullied by a couple of class mates and the team come to comfort her while Tyler and Mark go confront the bullies, and just a whole bunch of fluff and angst” @mettatonlover858

A/N: I fell in love with this request so fast, oh my gosh! I actually wrote it with the reader being Mark’s younger sibling who is living with him and the team! I didn’t get to the confronting part, but i hope you still like it! But if you or anyone you know is being bullied, no matter how old they are, tell someone. I cannot urge you more than I am right now to speak up. You could save someone’s life.

Warnings: angst, fluff, bullying, slight swearing, anxiety attack


Your motions were frantic as you scurried about the house. You kept cursing yourself for being too loud, especially since it was almost 5:30 in the morning. Opting to skip breakfast, you sling your backpack over your shoulder, scribbling a note:

“Had to leave early. Chica’s been fed. Let her outside.”

You stick it to the coffee pot. A head rubs your leg and you look down to see Chica. You smile. “Yes, I love you.” You give her a quick pet on the head and slip out the door. You didn’t want to go to school. Not one bit. Mark always urged you to finish your education, but it was growing harder and harder everyday.

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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

Not So Gentle 3/4 - Peter Parker Drabble

Prompt: Reader has been kidnapped only to find out her long time best friend is apart of this scheme, she faces a whole new side of Peter 

Warnings: Some fluff, fighting with bad guys.

Word Count: 1,201

Pairing: Peter Parker x Injured! Reader

A/N: Here’s part 3 guys tell me what you think : ) 

 ~part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

~Masterlist~

If you were to give up on hope you would have done it a long time ago, but Peter made it his mission to get you back to your father. He told you why he did it, why he sided with Toomes. When you were kidnapped by him. Everyone who was still left at the Avengers Tower blew their caskets. Your dad had set out a team to find you, but had no such luck. Peter thought that this was by all means his fault since that was his enemy after all. He thought back to what Toomes told him one night in the taxi cab. How if he messed with him he would kill him and everybody he loved. So he thought this was some sort of “I told you so” situation and you just happened to get into the cross line of it.

“Drew I’m heading out make sure the kid does what he’s suppose to!” Toomes shouted out already suited up.

“Oh trust me he will” You could hear a smile in his tone.

“I’ll be back by midnight!”. Toomes then flied off into the night.

Once he was surely gone Drew bolted to Peters room. “Peter! He’s gone, you have half an hour!” He stood at his doorframe. Peter was already prepared. His old spiderman suit on. Mr. Stark still hadn’t given it back to him. If Peter was ever going to show Mr. Stark that he could be better-do better, he was going to start off by bringing you back home safely.

“That’s thirty minutes! How am I going to get her across the city?!”.

“Were wasting time, you’re Spiderman for crying out loud, you’ll think of something!” Drew was pushing him to the basement.

The two practically skipping steps to reach you faster. Peter pushed the metal door open and switched the light on seeing you tied to the chair. You were worn out. Your body covered it cuts and blood. Your hair disheveled. Your eyes sunken in. Black circles under you eyes. You did not look good. Peter scurried to you untying the ropes as quickly as he could, Drew helping him in the process. You never felt more relieved to have the ropes off your wrist.

“Y/N, baby, I need you to work with me here, okay? We’re getting you home, I’m getting you out of here” He lifted your chin up with his thumb to make you look at him. “h-home…” You murmured. “Yes, yes home exactly!” He nodded in relief that you gave him a response.

He put one arm behind your lower back and the other under your legs picking you up. He didn’t seem to struggle that much since you’ve gotten lighter, which made him more concerned. He made sure you were secure in his arms before he started ascending up the stairs. Drew following right behind you guys.

“You good?” Drew asked him as they approached the entrance of the warehouse.

“Yeah” He sighed looking down at your figure. You didn’t deserve this.

“You have twenty five minutes left, I suggest you take downtown, it’ll be a whole lot quicker, plus there’s hardly any traffic at this time” Drew glanced at his watch.

“Thanks again Drew, for everything man” Peter looked down at you.

“Don’t sweat it kid just make sure she gets home safely” Drew placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’ll see you soon alright, just take care of her” He gestured towards you.

“I will” Peter spoke with determination.

“Y/N hold on tight on” He whispered into your hair. Your mind was still a little fuzzy, but you managed to wrap your arms around his neck. Peter kissed your head and secured one arm around you. The other shooting out a web. You two were instantly pulled up, Peter doing his best to make sure not to drop you, while also trying to swing from building to building, and keeping a look out for the Vulture. Drew was sure right about there not being any traffic. The streets were practically deserted.

He thought you two were lucky since he saw the Avengers Tower not too far ahead. Just a few more swings he thought. As Peter shot out a web that attached to a building it was quickly cut. Both of you began to fall to the ground, yet Peter wasn’t going to let that happen. He shot another web to prevent the fatal fall. He swung you both down to the pavement. Peter frantically looked around for the source of them falling. He sunk down to the floor with you in his lap.

“Y/N I’m going to set you down here for a bit, okay?” He cupped both of your cheeks worry written on his face. “I’ll be right back, I promise” He kissed you on forehead his lips lingering there for a moment. He pulled back and saw you staring back at him. Your big Y/e/c eyes fully open now. “D-Don’t g-go” You croaked. “I’ll be right back” He kissed you softly. Peter glanced down the street. He only had to go 7 more blocks to get you to your dad, but Toomes was preventing that from happening. His senses went off, hearing something approaching. Peter set you down in a dark corner where no one could see you if they passed by. “I’ll be right back” He whispered. He placed a tender kiss on top of your head and shot out a web. You were left alone, scared, tired. You wanted to help but you couldn’t.

Peter swung up to the roof of an apartment building. “Well if it isn’t our friendly neighborhood Spiderman” Toomes said bitterly.

“It over Toomes!” Peter bellowed.

“Where’s the girl?”.

“Far away from you!”.

“I’m hurt Peter, I’m…really hurt”. Toomes pretended to be hurt by placing a hand over his heart.

“I was never going to be on your side!”.

“You knew what you signed up for kid” Toomes approached him slowly.

“I know” Peter shot out a web pulling him towards him and kicked him in the chest part of his suit. Toomes stumbled back for a few seconds only to blast him with his gun. Peter flew back against the wall landing on his side. He groaned out in pain. He got back up and swung in to give Toomes another kick. But Toomes was quicker and sent him falling over the ledge. Peter was trying not to end up splattered all over the cement so he shot out a web and went rolling on the street. 

Peter groaned in pain. He stopped rolling in front of you barely able to see you clearly, but you were there. “P-Peter You o-ok” Your voice still hoarse. “Y/N just stay there!”  He raised his head up. The vulture landed in front of him. “Y/N!” He groaned. Peter did his best to crawl to you but every time he moved he was in agony pain.

“So much for a happy ending. Huh Peter?” Toomes bent down to eye level mocking him.

“Argghh” Peter continued crawling to you.

“Too bad you won’t live to tell the tale!” Toomes raised his hand and knocked Peter out cold. Everything going black.


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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?)

~porn gifs from my blog fuckablecas ahead, my friends~

Back to the Future Masterlist

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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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