I am not meant for this world. I belong in a thick magical forest, filled with woodland elves, fairy rings, old oaks, werewolves howling at the moon, faeries dancing under waterfalls, and unicorns hidden away- only seen by nymphs. I want to live in a cottage surrounded by falling petals. I want fauns to play their flutes from willow trees. I want to hear the sound of dragons roaring through the sky. I want to make a garden for myself, and make a welcome sign to all the woodland creatures to my cottage of love and magic. I just want to live in a fairy tale and leave this world forever.
The last time I updated this AU was a month ago. A month! It’s about friggin’ time, I know! Trying to update stuff more often. I feel like this story is special to me, not typical stuff I usually do. And prob the only one I have decisive ending for, lol. Come, plot bunnies! Continue to fill my brains with ideas! HA!!
Summary: Bucky believes you deserve more, but all you need is right in front of you.
Warnings: Angst, fluff, angst, fluff, kissing, fluff, *mic drop* the end
Word Count: 2331
A/N: Kind of a song fic based on Something Just Like This by The Chainsmokers and Coldplay. I didn’t include lyrics because I thought it flowed better without them, but this story follows the song. I would love to know what you think :)
He was to be living with heroes. The righteous, the worthy, the ones who had been given a second chance and redeemed themselves.
He was given a second chance and he failed. After he fell and woke up alive, Hydra broke him. He couldn’t escape. He complied. How did he deserve the third chance he was given now?
My skin is crawling again and there are earthquakes in my chest and no where to go
And I’m not sure where else to take shelter, I think I might crumble into dust and so I just keep chasing shadows, because at least it’s something to do.
something to take my mind off the word ‘used’ because the word ‘recovered’ feels like a fairy tale I want the remnants of you out of my skin, and I don’t know how to get you out with destroying myself
01 Alice in Wonderland Vitaliy Zavadskyy | 02 Snow White James Newton Howard | 03 Across the Burren Michele McLaughlin | 04 Crosswords Alexandre Desplat | 05 Duet Philip Glass | 06 Come, Gentle Night Abel Korzeniowski | 07 Long, Long Time Ago Javier Navarrete | 08 La Valse de l'Amour Patrick Doyle | 09 Balck Swan Vitaliy Zavadskyy | 10 The Wardrobe Harry Gregson-Williams | 11 Jack’s Obsession Danny Elfman | 12 The King’s Speech Alexandre Desplat | 13 Sparrow Miika Mettiainen | 14 On the Nature of Daylight Max Richter | 15 Kristofferson’s Theme Alexandre Desplat | 16 Fairy Dance James Newton Howard | 17 Farewell Alan Menken | 18 A New Life Alexandre Desplat | 19 The Nursery Clint Mansell | 20 Stuff We Did Michael Giacchino
”I feel no need to burn down the house I built by hand. I can make additions to it. I can redecorate. And so I’m not going to sit there and say, “Oh, I wish I hadn’t had corkscrew-curly hair and worn cowboy boots and sundresses to awards shows when I was 17; I wish I hadn’t gone through that fairy-tale phase where I just wanted to wear princess dresses to awards shows every single time.” Because I made those choices. It was part of me growing up”
Don’t fall in love with me. Not unless you’re ready for a God damn fight. I don’t do fragility, or friction and fairy tales. I want you to be irrational because I’m irrational. Be bold. Speak your mind. I want your wildfires and obscenities. I want your passion and priorities. Protect what’s yours. I’ll defend what’s ours. Let us fight against routines and bad habits, and anything typical. And don’t you dare quit. Not on us, not on yourself. God help the person who threatens us. Forgive me when I let you down, but don’t overlook it, or allow it. We’re all insecure about something. Show me yours. We’re all terrified sometimes. Turn to me. People come in and out of my life so often and easily that I just look for a love that stays. I don’t mind your blemishes or scars, I have a few of my own. Don’t be another flash in the pan. Falling for me will be easy. Staying with me will be impossible. But you deserve a love that most people don’t believe in anymore.
Any story claiming to be a deconstruction of fairy tales but has nothing to offer except new types of violence, more explicit sex, and a general attitude of “lol happy endings aren’t real” is like. such a cultural waste of time tbh
Request : “Do you want me to leave?” and “I am not losing you again!”
You are tired of waiting around for harry, so you make the sad decision to leave
I couldn’t live like this anymore, I couldn’t live a life where I have to sit here and wait for someone that barely comes around. I was lonely, I mean I don’t need a significant lover in my life but when I do and that person isn’t really around makes it hard. They say they love me and care about me, but as days go on I just can’t grasp what they express to me anymore. I sit here in silence, waiting here another day like always wondering if they will even call. It gets to a point where a week goes by and I don’t even see a text from them. The only way I really can see what they are doing is from looking online. So that’s just what I do, I look up the most latest new articles on them. The first thing that I notice right away is that they came back in town, without my indication. Something inside of me makes me snap and I just lose it, How could he do this. I sit here and waste my time on someone that I believe doesn’t even feel the way that I do about them. I decided that enough was enough and I wanted out, I couldn’t be here in this house any longer.
This is so long I’m so sorry!!! Anyway, Tom Holland Peter Parker X Reader, enjoy!!!!
Word Count: 2603
Summary: After a princess filled movie night, you tell Peter your princess dreams. Being the person he is, he decides to try and make that dream a reality.
“I wonder what it’s like.” You pulled your legs up onto the couch, sitting on top of them.
“What what’s like?” Your best friend, Peter Parker, sat on the floor in front of the couch, a bowl of popcorn in his lap.
“Being a princess. For real.” You grabbed the TV remote and clicked the off button, turning the previously colorful screen black. “Can’t you just imagine it, Pete?”
“Oh yeah, that princess life would be awesome.”
“Oh, you know what I meant,” you said with a laugh, swinging a pillow in his direction. He dodged it with a smile, tossing a handful of popcorn in your direction to fight back. “I just think it’d be refreshing.”
“To rule an entire kingdom?”
“No, to just be somewhere new. Plus, who doesn’t want to wear a beautiful gown?” Peter opened his mouth to speak, but you swung the pillow at him again. “You know what I meant!”
“Alright, alright, truce!” Peter laughed, pulling the pillow from your grasp. “I think that’s enough princess movies for tonight.”
“Just one more,” you insisted, clicking the TV back on. “I think… Beauty and the Beast should close out our movie night.”
“Fine. I’ll put it in.” Peter stood to find the disk and put it in. “Am I Adam or Belle this time?”
“Adam. I’m Belle, obviously.”
“Oh, right. You’re in a princess mood.” Peter pressed play and took his spot on the floor again, bowl of popcorn secure in his lap. He could hear you take in a breath as you prepared to sing the first song of the movie.