jumping stairs

It was a fucking cupboard.

And Harry would’ve been fine, would’ve gladly helped Draco to put their boxes filled with stuff they didn’t really need but wanted to keep nonetheless inside any other room – the attic, the scary basement, even the ‘sex bedroom’, as Draco had dubbed it when they’d been looking around the house for the first time.

Anything, except the fucking cupboard under the stairs.

As soon as he saw the door he’d recoiled, hitting his head on the ceiling on his jump, whilst the heavy box of old Potion journals of Draco hit the floor with a loud thud.

Everything inside Harry screeched to a halt, as if he’d somehow jumped on the emergency break, and when he’d moved away properly that he wasn’t able to touch the door, he just stared.

It’s just a door, he firmly reminded himself. It’s just a wooden door that leads to a simple, small room that just happens to be underneath a set of stairs.

But he couldn’t breathe.

It’s just a room, he thought, feeling as though something was crawling from the inside of his stomach up in his body, making it more and more difficult to focus on logical thought, but it’s a fucking cupboard.

Before he was able to stop himself he let out a whimpering sound – almost a moan and a cry in one, and it was loud, too, echoing through the small hall and up and up and up the stairs and –

Slam. “Harry?” came Draco’s voice from upstairs. “You okay?”

He wanted to yell back, but he couldn’t.

He wasn’t okay.

It was a cupboard under the stairs.

“Harry?” Draco repeated once more.

When Harry didn’t answer, Draco sighed, and he finally appeared on the top of the stairs. He just looked down for a minute, staring at the box – the journals had slipped out during their fall – and then at Harry, who kept staring at the door as if that might set it on fire.

Then, as if someone had flipped a switch, Draco came thundering down the stairs, jumped over the journals, and wrapped Harry up in his arms.

It was only then that Harry realized he’d been crying.

*Hears the beginning of I Write Sins Not Tragedies* … *Jumps down stairs* *Crashes into room* OH. *Punches lamp* WELL IMAGINE *Kicks through window* AS IM PACING THE PEWS *Flips couch over* IN A CHURCH CORRIDOR *Throws coffee table out window* AND I CANT HELP BUT TO HEAR *Kicks wall* NO I CANT HELP BUT TO HEAR AN EXCHANGING OF WORDS *Grabs you by the shirt collar* WHAT A BEAUTIFUL WEDDING

Spirit in the House - chap 9/10

Modern!AU Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader is in a coma after a car accident. Bucky moves into your apartment and find your spirit still hanging around. (Based on Just like Heaven)

Word Count: 1,823

Warnings: Language, Angst 

A/N: I’m so happy you all liked part 8 and we’re nearing the end, so… are they going to end up together or not? Sorry, but I do love you guys ♥

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10]

Originally posted by iamdorka

Bucky shoved Steve’s shoulder to wake him up. With a grunt, Steve slapped his hand away. He almost fell off the sofa, but Bucky kept shaking his shoulder.

“Wake up!”

Steve sat up on the sofa, holding his head with both hands. He winced at Bucky’s loud voice and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands.

“Shh! Stop shouting.” Steve whispered.

“Y/n is gone, I can’t find her anywhere.”

“Maybe she just went for a walk.” He mumbled, hiding his eyes in the crook of his elbow

“She doesn’t go anywhere, Steve! She’s a fucking ghost!” Bucky screamed.

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BTS Reacts To You Being Touchy Feely

:A/n: Tbh this is so me. Im the most touchy/affectionate person in my group of friends. Show me affection everyone! 


Originally posted by nnochu

Jhope:

Coming home from work was the best feeling you could think of, next to cuddling your boyfriend.

You sighed as you hung up your coat, “Hobi I’m home!” You yelled through out the house in hopes for a response but none came. 

Walking into the living room you saw your boyfriend’s sleeping fiure sprawled out on the couch, you decided to crawl on top of him and cuddle him. 

“Mhm.. welcome home jagiya.”


Originally posted by jiminahhh

Jin:

You walked down the stairs from your bedroom. You woke up to an empty bed and you missed your boyfriend. 

“Where are you Jinie-ah?” Your sleepy voice filled the room.

“Ah! I’m in the kitchen baby!” You heard him call. 

You walked into the kitchen to see him cooking, his shirt off. You backhugged him and kissed his shoulders.

“I love you, Y/n-ah.”


Originally posted by harunyany

Jimin:

“I’m leaving!” You heard your boyfriend yell from the front door. 

You rushed out of the bed and down the stairs and jumped on him. 

He caught you by your legs and laughed, “Yah! You want to kill me?”

You shook your head in the crook of his neck and mubbled, “No oppa.”

He chuckled and patted your butt signalling for you to get down.

Once you were standing he cupped your face and gave you a kiss, “I’ll be home soon, cutie.”

Originally posted by mvssmedia

V:

You were laid out on the couch when you heard your boyfriend walk in the front door.

“I’m home jagiya!” He yelled.

You smiled and yelled, “I’m in here, come cuddle with me!”

You heard him chuckled before you felt a heavy weight sink into the couch. He jumped on it from behind, ultimately but safely landing on you.

“Yah!” You yelled, kissing his nose.

“You’re so adorable, baby”

Originally posted by nnochu

Suga:

Your boyfriend has been in front of his laptop since you woke up, 3 hours ago.

You sighed and leaned against the door frame. 

“I’m almost done, I swear.”

You rolled your eyes, “Thats what you said and hour ago.”

He got quiet and sighed again, walking up to him you ran your hands over his shoulders and kissed his neck, “I miss you.”

“Stop”

“You stop.”

“This needs to get done, baby.” He said.

You got annoyed and pulled his chair away from the desk and straddled him, “Y/n!”

“Shh.” You kissed him, his arms wrapped around you and he sighed.

“I gusess I can take a break.”

Originally posted by officialwookkibby

Jungkook:

You were sitting on the foor as your very tired and sick boyfriend laid on the couch.

You ran your fingers through his hair as he tried to stay awake during the movie.

“Go to sleep, babe.” You said, turning off the movie.

“Are you sure?” He whispered.

You nodded, “Yes.”

He held your hand and smiled, “You’re too good for me.”


Originally posted by ksjknj

Rap Monster:

You were studying for your test when your boyfriend came home coughing.

“Yah, are you okay?” You called.

His cough cut off his sentence so you ran over to the other room and held on to his arm.

“You may get sick.” He breathed out. 

“I don’t care, come on.” 

You told him to take off his clothes as you got the bath water nice and hot.

“Come on baby boy.” You said, ushering him into the tub. His body instantly relaxed as he hit the hot water.

You slid in behind him.

“What are you doing? I don’t want you to-“Shh, close your eyes baby.” You whispered massaging his shoulders.

Soon he started to fall asleep but he whispered, “You’re the love of my life jagiya.”

My First Time With Sister - Taboo Stories

This is a story about me Dan and my sister Kirsty, we both live in a house that was left to us when our mum and dad past away a few years ago, myself I am 25 years of age and work from a near by builders, my Sister has just turned 18 and this is what my story is really about so sit back read my story and have a nice wank as I tell you what happened, ( why not send me a photo of you wanking as you read ). 

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Person A rang Person B’s doorbell not bothering to hold back or hide their tears.

Person B’s mum answered the door, looked at A for a moment then told them that B was upstairs in their room.

Person A flew up the stairs and jumped into Person B’s arms sobbing freely.

Person B held them tightly and asked ‘Was it your parents? Are they fighting again?’ At A’s nod B held onto them that much tighter. Making sure that A knew that B loved them, at the very least.

They both fell asleep in each other’s arms.

EXTRA: Person B’s mum slowly peeked into their room feeling anger towards A’s parents, but happiness that A and B have each other at least.

So in mgs 2, if you tried jumping over the stairs, your (glorious) character fall in, sometimes, awkward position :B

Part of the @mgssceneswap with @tutucthulhu :> (Was trying to domesticate a new software…haw, I’m not that satisfied with how the colours ended… well !)

Orange

“Shawnnnnn, I wanna do something,” you said, dragging out the last letter of your boyfriend’s name. It was a Sunday morning, and according to Shawn, Sundays were meant for staying in. Though you loved his cuddles, you decided that staying in bed was getting boring.

“We’re in each other’s presence,” he said, “I think that that’s good enough, yeah?”

You felt your face grow hot, as it always did when he would drop even the simplest compliment, though you weren’t sure that was meant to be taken as a compliment.

“I love you, but can we get up?” You turned around in your position as the little spoon to face him, studying the shadows that were projected onto his face. The sun peeking through the blinds drew light and dark stripes across his chocolate eyes, chapped strawberry lips, chiseled jaw.

“I’m lazy,” he replied. “And stop staring, weirdo.”

“You’re always lazy,” you shot back.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt idea: so the girls are hanging in the library studying and zack is creeping behind a shelf and all you hear is him mutter under his breath "ship". 😂😂

Again, I got lazy with proofing, so sorry for any mistakes, I hope my shitty writing suffices your trimberly needs

Trini and Kimberly were in the library, working on their bio project. The project was supposed to be done the night before, but due to…recent developments, trying to focus was very difficult. It wasn’t her fault that her girlfriend insisted on a pillow fight, instead of working on the project, and it wasn’t her fault that her girlfriend had those big doe eyes, which she couldn’t say no to. So the night was spent less doing their work, and more of other..fun activities.

Kimberly was typing something on her laptop, as Trini was reading through a textbook, her legs resting across Kimberly’s lap, a comfortable silence surrounded them. As Trini was reading through the text book, she hears loud scuffling behind the bookshelves around them. She looks behind her, but sees nothing, and continues skimming through her textbook, but not soon after, she hears the scuffling again, and a flash of short black hair. She furrows her eyebrows, curious, staring at the bookshelves, but she is broken out of her thoughts by Kimberly

“Trin, can you look over chapter five again? I think we’re forgetting something.” Kim shakes Trini’s legs, her head snapping to look at Kimberly, whose eyebrows are raised in curiosity. Trini asks, her attention still on the bookshelves.

“Huh…What d’ya say?” She says, her eyes shifting between Kimberly and the bookshelves, the black haired figure moving between the book stacks.

“I asked if you could read through chapter five again and check…are you even listening to me?” Kimberly asks, smacking Trini’s leg again, harder this time. Trini jumps, and exclaims.

“Ow! Okay, I’ll uh, read through it..in, uh, a moment.” Trini is still staring at the bookshelf, as well as rubbing her leg, Kimberly was much more powerful than she seemed.

“Babe, we need to finish this, so stop procrastinating and start reading chapter five.” Kimberly says exasperatedly, her gaze also shifting between Trini and the bookshelf, curious as to what, or who, she was looking at. Trini teases Kim.

“I’m the one procrastinating! I’m not the one who insisted on making out last night, instead of working on said project.” Trini raises her eyebrow teasingly, a small smirk spreading across her face. Kim’s face goes red, her gaze shifting the floor, a bashful smile across her face, Trini never wanted to stop making her smile like that, like her and Trini were the only people in the world. Kimberly teases Trini, trying to be casual, but her tone suggested otherwise.

“I suggested a pillow fight, the… other stuff happened on its own, and I don’t recall you complaining. From my memory, you were quite complacent actually.” Kim’s face is smug, and now Trini is the one being bashful and shy, something only Kimberly could bring out of her. That’s when they heard a voice, coming from behind the bookshelves. The words were jumbled and quiet, but Trini could make out, a “OMG”,“I SHIP IT”, “So that’s why she doesn’t answer my calls past ten p.m.” and a quite girlish squeal. She knew exactly who it was coming from.

“Zack?” She questions. She hears scrambling and a book fall to the ground, loudly, the thud ringing through the quiet library.

“Shit!” Zack whisper yells as he starts to make a break for it, more books falling in the process. Kimberly is just smirking, pitying Zack. Trini hops out of her chair and yells.

“ZACK MIDDLE NAME TAYLOR!!!” Her voice is met with the people in the library shushing her, but she is already out of her chair and chasing after Zack, who had been caught red handed, and was currently jumping down the stairs, Trini hot on his heels. Kimberly sighs exasperatedly, grabbing her stuff, as well as Trini’s, who was currently cursing Zack out for spying on them, and apparently in his defence, he was a just a giant “shipper”. Kimberly starts to chase after them, a smile spreading across her face, because these were her friends, and girlfriend, and she wouldn’t trade them for the world.

Beauty and the beast

A/N: I came up with this idea whilst practicing for my singing exam (yeah, beauty and the beast for grade 1 exam in march…fun) so anyway, here’s some Galra!Keith x reader!

Originally posted by thirdmagic

Tale as old as time

Echoes of your horse’s footprints against the cobblestone grew louder and louder as you approached the desolate castle. Your father was missing and this is where your horse had led you. Whatever had happened to him, it couldn’t have been good. Landing on the ground, you swept your dress up as you walked up the steps leading to the door…which had been broken open…strange, you thought. Your horse protesting whinnying in fear. “Shush, I’ll be back with papa soon. Don’t worry.” You reassured her.

True as it can be

Lifting a lit candelabra, you carried on your brave journey through the abandoned castle…or so you thought. “She might be the one!” you heard a voice whisper shout. “Who’s there?!” You called out. “Me.” A voice announced. “Who?” you asked nobody in particular. “I said me.” As if trying to prove a point the candelabra in your hand pointed at its self. “Oh!” You dropped the candelabra in shock. “Now that was rude.” The talking candelabra. You got down on your knees. “You’re…alive?” it was supposed to come out as a statement but ended up being a question. “Why, yes. Now if you don’t mind. I will introduce myself. I am Lance.” The candlestick bowed and reached out to your hand as if to kiss it, but you were scared it was going to drip hot candlewax on you so you pulled your hand away from the objects reach. “Lance, you don’t even know if she is compatible with the prince and you’re just going to assume things?” Another voice called out. “Who was that?” you asked Lance. “Pidge.” Lance responded almost sourly.

Barely even friends

 “Don’t you go and say my name like that Lance! You know I’m right.” A small clock started stumbling off an overturned table. “Hello, my fair lady. I am Pidge.” The polite clock bowed in front of you, now beside Lance. “How are you two like that?” you asked curiously. You knew you had been asking for adventure, but you didn’t expect it to come in the form of magic. “Well, the castle is under a tragic curse unfortunately.” Pidge started. “I’m sorry, I would love to hear the story behind the castle but I need to find my papa.” You told the personified objects, getting up from the floor. “Wait!” they called after you, waddling and hopping after you in urgency.

Then somebody bends

As you climbed the stairs leading upwards towards the top of the castle. You started to notice how most of the other non-talking objects in the castle had been destroyed or overturned. Most of the faces on the paintings decorating the hallways had been riddled with…were those claw marks? Whatever curse that had taken over this castle…it must have been a powerful one. Yet the candelabra and the clock kept on following you, up and up you went and they would not give up on stopping you. No matter how short their legs were. “Wait! My lady you don’t know what you are getting into!” Pidge called after you. “I can defend myself thank you!” You shouted back at him. You didn’t like to be told what you could and couldn’t do. No matter how hard the task was.

Unexpectedly

“Papa?” You called out as you finally got to the top of the castle. “Y/N! You shouldn’t be here!” Your papa worried from a cell. You ran over to him, kneeling down beside him, holding his hand through the bars. “Papa, what is this place?” You asked feebly. Worried for your father’s welfare. “Y/N, you shouldn’t have come, this castle is alive!” he stressed. “I’ve noticed, and just like that the candelabra and little cogs worth clock caught up with you. “My lady!” Pidge retaliated. “Y/N, they are kind but there is something else living here, a beast!” Your father had fear in his eyes. And that was when you realised, the claw marks, the overturned furniture. Suddenly, you had this feeling you were being watched when the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end.

Just a little change

“What are you doing here?” a gravelly voice called out from the darkness of the prison. “I’ve come to retrieve my father.” You furrowed your brows in anger at the person who had treated your father in such a cruel way. “Visitors aren’t welcome here.” Was all he said. “Well, I apologise for my father’s trespasses, but can you please let him go?” You asked. “No…he must serve for his crime.” The voice relented. “Why? He didn’t do anything!” You shouted at the dark corner. Suddenly, yellow eyes glowed from the corner of the room. You gasped slightly, you weren’t expecting this. I mean…stuff like this only existed in story books? Right?

Small to say the least

You squinted at the eyes following your trembling form. “There must be something I can do?” You questioned to yourself more than to the mysterious figure in the dark. “Well then he shouldn’t have come here!” The voice yelled, making you shrink back towards your beloved father. “Wait! I’ll do anything…” You tried to bargain. “…take me instead.” You refused to think over it. You didn’t want your father to die in this place, scared half to death. “Y/N no!” your father protested. “You…you would, do that for him?” the voice softened slightly. “If I did, would you let him go?” You asked. “Yes…but you most promise to stay here forever.” The voice bargained. Before you could agree, you needed answers, squinting your eyes slightly. “Come into the light.” You stated. You heard small footsteps before a figure stepped into the light.

Both a little scared

You gasped as the figure revealed himself to you, purple fur riddled his being, cat like ears sprouting from the sides of his head. He had yellow eyes with no pupils, black claws and sharp teeth. Turning back towards your father he searched your eyes for some other way. “NO Y/n, I won’t let you do this!” he refused, but it was too late. “You have my word.” You stepped into the light, in front of the figure. “Done.” He growled before dragging your father out of his cell. And away from your sobbing form. “Papa!” you called out. You didn’t even get to say goodbye.

Neither one prepared

It had been a few days since the beast had taken you as prisoner, you had refused to come out of your room. The wardrobe was the only thing that kept you company. He comforted you through the whole ordeal of being trapped forever under the beast’s control. “Oh, Coran, what am I going to do?” you sobbed. “Trust me kiddo, the master has good intentions, once you get underneath all of the fur and…well, meanness.” Coran summed up. Just great, you were never going to leave. But you couldn’t stay in your room forever, you’d have to eat sooner or later. And just as if on cue, the beast knocked on your door. “What is it?” You asked, distress clearly found in your voice. “Would you like to come down for dinner?” he asked. “No.” you responded blatantly. He let out a small growl. “Would you like to come down to dinner please?” He asked once again in a much angrier tone. “No, thank you!” you refused once again. You then heard a murmur of conversation from behind the door. “It would give me the greatest honour if you would join me for dinner…please.” He tried once again. “I said no, thank you!” you shouted back at the door. How could he imprison you forever and then just expect you to both get along like old friends?! It was so unheard of!

Beauty and the beast

“Fine! You can’t stay in there forever!” he yelled. “I can and I will.” You promised. “Ugh! Fine, go ahead and starve for all I care!” he continued to scream and shout before you heard him stomp down the corridor…this was hopeless. Later on, the objects of the castle took pity on you and snook you down stairs for dinner, unknown to the master. They sung you a lovely tune whilst you ate and everything was so divine and delicious. And like Lance sang, nothing came second best! Afterwards, you grew curious towards the rest of the castle. “Hey Pidge…I bet you know everything there is to know about the castle.” You poked the clockwork’s chest slightly. “Well…well I, yes, yes I do.” Pidge’s clock face practically steamed up.

Ever just the same

Exploring the castle, you all took a stroll down a corridor lined with knights armour on either side. It was like it had just come out of one of your story books. “This is amazing.” You breathed. It truly was, even though the architecture of the building had grown grotesque and gothic, it was truly a marvel to look at. But when Lance and Pidge told you about the forbidden west wing of the castle, you couldn’t help but grow curious. Whilst distracting them, you jumped up the stairs at the first chance you got. Sometimes your curious mind just wouldn’t quit. As you wandered down the hall, you realised everything had grown more destructive and even more desolate. Like a hurricane had ripped its way through here. You came across a portrait where a pair of kind brown eyes stared at you, not being able to see the rest of the persons face, due to most of the painting hanging off the frame due to more claw marks, you tried to raise the fabric and see the rest of the strangers face before you heard something get knocked over. Thinking it was the beast, you ran into the nearest room to hide.

Ever a surprise

Almost tripping on multiple objects, you navigated yourself through the room until you came across an almost pristine table. Where a rose floated, a jar being placed above and around it as if it was the most precious thing in the world. In curiosity, you got swept up from your own common sense and decided to lift the glass jar to investigate. But as soon as you did, you heard a growl from the other side of the room. Turning around you saw the beast, he was staring at you angrily with his yellow eyes, he looked as if he were ready to slice your throat with his jet black claws and paint the walls of the castle with your blood. Continuing to growl, he then prowled towards, growing more furious with every step he took. Snatching the jar from your hands he placed it back over the rose protectively. His yellow eyes fell on to you…you couldn’t seem to find a soul behind them.

Ever as before

“Why did you come here?” He snarled, his lip curled upwards, revealing more of his fangs. “I’m, I’m sorry.” You stumbled over your words in fear of what he would do to you. “You were told it was forbidden to come here. You knew and you came anyway!” he shouted. “Do you realise what you could have done!” He then back handed what was left of an overturned table, snapping the leg of it clean off. Startling you greatly, you backed away, your back pressing up against what was left of a wardrobe. “Get out!” he said in a low and dangerous tone. “wha-” “I SAID GET OUT!” He practically roared in hatred. You dashed out of the room before he could hit you and snap you in half as well.

Ever just as sure

“What? Where are you going?!” Lance shouted in protest. “Anywhere but here! I’m sorry!” You shouted back at Pidge and Lance as you made for the door. Finding your horse outside you swung your leg over the saddle and rode into the dark wood. But as your horse started to buck and quake, wolves emerged from behind the trees, growling in anticipation of their next meal. Your horse ran away from them in fear, but they were a lot faster and stronger. They started to snap and howl at your horse’s legs, managing to keep up with you at a steady pace. Before you could get any further away from them, ice broke beneath your horse’s hooves. Finding yourself engulfed in icy water. One of the wolves snapped and whined as it drowned into the depths. Managing to make it out of the water, you continued to gallop away from the predators, but they jumped in front of you before you could go any further.

As the sun will rise

In fear, your horse threw you off. Landing in the snow, you got back up to protect your friend. Grabbing the nearest fallen tree branch, you began to hit any pouncing wolves in the head. But before you could get back on your horse and charge away. One of the wolves ripped the branch out of your grip, leaving you and your horse defenceless. Game over. One of them pounced on you, biting and dragging you by your cloak. But before another one could bite or snap off any of your body parts, the wolf was ripped away from you mid-jump. Suddenly the beast appeared, roaring in the wolf’s face. He then began to protect you, nothing but hostility on his face as he leaned over you. As if using his body as a human shield. He then began to attack the wolves, even though they constantly bit and ripped into his fur and flesh. He was crazy.

Tale as old as time

They relentlessly attacked him, but he kept on tearing and ripping them away from him. Throwing them into nearby trees as if they weighed nothing. In fear, the rest of the wolf pack ran away, knowing there was another predator much larger and scarier than them. The beast stood alone in the snow as it fell, he looked almost at home, in the woods. As if he belonged here. Before you could get a word of thanks out, he turned towards you, revealing blood pouring out numerous deep gashes on his forearm. He fell into the snow, clearly exhausted. Turning to your horse, you considering running away back to your village and father, leaving him here to die in the cold. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to leave him, after all…he had just saved your life. You ran towards his passed out form, ripping your cloak from your shoulders to keep him warm. Carrying him onto your horse, you then led her back to the castle.

Tune as old as song

As soon as you got back to the castle, you settled the master into his chair. Having Allura, the teapot, pour some hot water into a basin, so you could clean his wound. Wringing out the towel, you made your way over to the now conscious beast, who was licking his wound. “Here, don’t do that.” You scolded lightly, but he just growled at you, as if nothing had changed. The objects backed away in fear of what he would do. You reached out towards him, hoping he would relent, but he just continued to move his arm away from you. “Just hold still!” you ordered, the towel brushed against his arm slightly, causing him to roar in pain. “That hurts!” He shouted in your face. “Well, if you just held still it wouldn’t hurt as much!” you shot back. “If you hadn’t run away, this wouldn’t have happened!” He carried on, gesturing to his wounded arm. “Well if you hadn’t scared me half to death I wouldn’t have ran away.” You settled. The beast looked for something to shoot back at you but his face fell as you had won the argument. But a smile erupted onto his face as he came up with something “Well, you shouldn’t have been in the west wing!” He pointed out triumphantly. “Well you should learn to control your temper.” You settled.

Bittersweet and strange

“Now hold still.” You held his arm gently. “This might sting a little.” You added before pressing the towel to his arm. He cringed away in pain as you began to clean the wound. “By the way…thank you for saving my life.” You continued gratefully. His face relaxed tremendously before turning back to you and responding in a calm tone, “You’re welcome.”

Finding you can change

Later on in the week, you found yourself strolling the grounds with your horse in tow. Your eyes travelling around the snow filled garden before your horse nuzzled you in the back. Turning around, you hugging your horse happily. Little did you know, the beast was watching you from one of the balconies, conversing with Pidge and Lance. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.” He mumbled aloud, looking down at his bandaged arm. “I must do something for her.” He declared confidently. “But what?” a confused expression fell across his face as he turned to his friends. “Well, there are the usual things, flowers, chocolates, promises you don’t intend to keep.” Pidge listed off. “No, no, no. It has to be something special. Something that sparks her interest. Wait! I got it!” Lance held up his arm as if to click, but all that happened was his flame flickered.

Learning you were wrong

A couple of hours later and you find yourself being led towards a pale white door by none other than the beast himself. “I want to show something to you.” He declared, gesturing to the door. His ears flapped excitedly, he was so much different now you thought. It was like all that anger had just dissolved from his being. He began to open the door, but closed it instead turning to you with excited eyes rather than angry ones. “But first you must close your eyes.” You gave him a sceptically look but obeyed anyway. He bit his lip in anticipation as his eyes scanned your peaceful face. ‘God, she was beautiful.’ He thought to himself, blushing dark purple at the thought. As he led you into the room by your hands you asked “Can I open them?” the beast turned back towards you, an excited glint in his eye. “No, not yet…wait here.” He left your side for a moment.

Certain as the sun

You heard him opening numerous curtains before you asked “Now, can I open them?” you asked with a slight laugh in your voice. “Alright…now.” The beast whispered gently. Opening your eyes, revealed thousands upon thousands of books. It was a huge library. The one that Pidge and Lance had told you about but nothing got the time to show you. It was simply breath-taking. “I can’t believe it; I have never seen so many book in my life.” You twirled around in a circle just so you could take it all in. “Really? You like it?” He asked. “Yes, it’s wonderful.” You walked around him, looking through all the different shades of leather. “Then it’s yours.” He declared, a smile brightening up his features. “Thank you so much.” You turned towards him, taking his hands in yours. The objects were staring at you all from the door, fangirling among themselves as they declared that it was working. “What’s working?!” Hunk, the teacup asked, jumping up and down to try and see. “Allura, I don’t understand!” He pouted. “All in good time Hunk, all in good time.” Allura chided.

Rising in the east

Over the next couple of days after that, you and the beast grew gradually closer and closer. It started with breakfast together. Where the utensils would make you porridge, you would politely use your spoon and sip away from your bowl. But the beast just devoured his greedily with no eating utensils whatsoever. It was kind of a turnoff for you. Looking away in embarrassment you continued to eat your porridge. After getting encouraging looks from Hunk and Allura, the beast tried to eat with a spoon at the side of his bowl. He couldn’t use it very well after so long, but instead you offered him an encouraging smile and held up your bowl. Smiling at you the beast mimicked your movements, doing the same. You both toasted each other before you sipped from the bowls. Then you both fed the birds in the garden, you showed him how to get the birds to go into your hand with the help of the seeds. He seemed very happy about this accomplishment, which made his ears perk up in joy. You giggled at the cute expression. There was suddenly something that hadn’t been there before. It then suddenly turned into a snowball fight, which you both greatly enjoyed.

Tale as old as time

That night, the beast took a bath, nervously blowing bubbles into the water as if contemplating on whether he should drown himself. “Calm down your majesty, tonight is the night. You will be bold, daring!” Lance encouraged. “Bold, daring!” The beast repeated beginning to shake as he rid himself of all the water matted in his fur. “And when the moment is right! You confess your love.” Lance sighed dreamily. “I…I can? No, no I can’t.” he discouraged himself. “You care for the girl don’t you?” Lance pointed at him with a flickering hand/candle. “More than anything.” The beast stared at his reflection in the mirror, revealing the adoration he held in his eyes for her. “Well then you must tell her!” Lance instructed. The coat hanger then continued on styling the beast’s hair, resulting in a short ponytail tied off with a red ribbon. Pidge then scuttled into the room, clearing their throat as they did. “Your lady…awaits.” He gestured towards the door.

Song as old as rhyme

You gracefully strolled down the stairs, wearing an over the shoulder yellow dress, revealing your curves yet plooming out below your waist. Your Y/H/C hair put up into a bun while the rest of your hair cascaded over your shoulders. To put it simply you looked absolutely stunning. So stunning, the beast was stunned into silence. He looked to Lance for guidance, him giving the best thumbs up he could muster before he took a deep breath, meeting you halfway. He was dressed in a red suit, making him look rather dashing, his hair tied up into a ponytail, revealing his jaw line more even though it was hidden under purple fur. You smiled at him all the same, he offered you his arm, taking it gratefully you let him lead you down the stairs.

Beauty and the beast

You had dinner, the beast tried his best to eat politely, which made your heart warm with how much effort he had put into making tonight special. It truly made you happy that he had grown to care for you so much. As the coat hanger began to play the violet, you grew excited. Getting up from your chair, you ran over to the beast, grabbing his hands in excitement, leading him to the ballroom. He looked at your hesitantly, afraid that if he held you too tight, he might break you. As you entered the ball room, you led him to the centre of it. Placing your right hand in his left, you guided his right to lie on your waist. You saw him gulp nervously, he certainly wasn’t used to such close contact with a beautiful girl like you. As you pulled yourself closer towards his body, you gave him an encouraging smile before you started to dance with him. Your dress twirled out beneath you as he twirled you around, he may not admit it, but he was a good dancer.

Tale as old as time

You grew to be happy with him by your side, resting your head on his chest, you enjoyed the moment as best as you could. Little did you know that the beast was looking over at his friends in excitement with nothing on his face except the expression that said ‘it’s working!’. But the night had to come to an end eventually. So he led you out onto the balcony, where you both gazed at the stars. Sitting down beside him, you nervously fiddled with your dress, doing your best to hide your blush underneath the darkness of the sky. But the beast was well prepared to confess his love for you. “Y/N?” he asked hesitantly, shuffled a tad bit closer to you. He took your hand, “Are you happy here with me?” he started. “yes.” You answered without even thinking about it. The beast smiled in happiness, but you looked towards the sky in sadness. There was just one thing. “What is it?” the beast asked, noticing your discomfort. “I just wish I could see my father again; I miss him so much.” You confessed. You knew it was selfish to ruin such a perfect moment with your thoughts, but it had to be said sooner or later. The beast thought deeply before coming up with an answer to your problems, leading you up to his room, he showed you the magic mirror. Placing it in your palms, the beast trusted you with it. “Just ask it.” He told you. “I would like to see my father…please.” You asked. Before you could prepare for what was supposed to come next, an image of your father falling down on a country lane crackled to life on the mirror’s surface. “Oh no!” you cried “What is it? What’s going on?” the beast asked, concerned for your father. “My father, he is ill, maybe even dying and he’s all alone!” you explained. If only there were a way…the beast looked down at the magical rose, another petal fell from it as it drooped. He was running out of time. “Then…then you must go to him.” He turned away, almost as if the words physically pained him. “What did you say?” you couldn’t believe it. “I release you.” He stated louder. “That means…I’m free?” you asked yourself. “Yes.” He confirmed sadly. You turned away to go retrieve your father but before you left you turned back to return the mirror to the beast. “No…keep it.” He pushed it back into your hands. “So you can always look back…and remember me.” He added softly, brushing his fingers through your hair fondly. You were going to miss him. You wanted to hug him goodbye, but you felt as if you did that, it would just make leaving harder. Leaving the room, you ignored Pidge looking dreamily up at you as he entered the room. “Ah…I’m guessing we’ll be human again in no time, huh?” They started. “I let her go.” The beast answered. “Ah yes…young love so romant-wait, wait, you did what?!” Pidge realised. “How could you do that?!” they shouted in distress. “I had to.” He replied softly. “But why?” Pidge cried. “Because…I love her.” he looked downwards as if her not being in his presence caused him pain.

Song as old as rhyme

Leaving the castle, you found your father on the country road and brought him back to your little town. “Oh papa, please don’t ever do that again. You gave me such a fright!” you told him as you fed him soup. “I’m sorry Y/N, but I couldn’t leave you with that…that beast!” your father cried. “Oh but papa, it turns out he’s so much nicer than he made out to be. He’s kind and considerate, he cares about me.” You told him gently. “Sounds like someone has a little crush?” your father wiggled his eyebrows at you. “What? Papa!” you slapped his arm playfully. But something didn’t feel right. You missed the beast so much. Going outside you looked up at the stars. Taking out the mirror, you held it up as you spoke the words “Please, show me the beast.” You asked politely. The mirror crackled to life as it revealed to you the beast, he was lying down in a field near the castle. It looked like as if he had lost the will to live, he wasn’t dying was he? But the curse…the rose…it barely had any petals left!? Does that mean when the petals run out he dies?! NO! this can’t be happening. You had no time to lose. “I’m sorry Papa, the beast is in danger I must go help him!” You shouted to him as you jumped onto your horse once again. “Be careful Y/n!” you heard your father shout out after you. “I will!”

Beauty and the beast

As soon as you got back to the gates of the castle, you launched yourself off the back of your horse and ran as fast as you could to the gardens. You turned around frantically, trying to decipher exactly where you saw him in the mirror. Running to a path leading out of the garden, you followed the path, hoping with all your being, you would find him before it was too late. “Beast! Beast, where are you!” You cried out. “Y/N?” the beast called out. You ran over to his side. “Oh Beast, what is happening to you?” you began to cry. “I’m dying Y/N.” He answered sadly. “But why? I want you to stay.” You took his hand and held it to your face, showing that you weren’t afraid of his claws or his fur. You truly cared about him. “I’m sorry Y/N…I was going to tell you that night, under better circumstances.” He started to cough. He really was dying. Tears starting to stream down your face. “What? What were you going to tell me?” you urged him, placing you hand on his cheek so he would stay awake. “I was going to tell you…that I love you…and I always will.” He finished, tears in his own eyes. “Oh beast, I love you too.” You moved quickly as you bent down to meet his lips, giving him a true love’s kiss. But before anything else could happen fireworks started to set off, literal fireworks. Sparkles of light shot out of the beast’s limp body as he fell dead. He was then lifted into the air by some invisible force. Being turned around as light shot out from his arms and legs and finally his head. You started to panic, what was happening? As the beast fell back to the ground, you waited to see if he could move. Lance, Allura and Hunk watched from the side-lines, silent tears running down their faces as they watched what was going on, but not from sadness, from joy. You backed away as the figure began to move. He stood up, admiring his skin coloured hand and touching his ears before turning to you. Revealing a human man, with dark hair, brown eyes and white pearly teeth. Who was this person? “Y/N, it’s me.” He confirmed. You walked up to him, placing your hand on his cheek hesitantly. He leaned into your touch, showing you how much adoration he held for you in his eyes. “It is you!” you cried. “Wait…I never really asked you for your name?” you asked him. “I’m Prince Keith, and I’m hoping you will become my queen.” He looked at you seductively. Blushing under his gaze you just mumbled a shut up before pulling him closer to you so he could kiss you. His lips melding into yours as more fireworks set off.

Beauty and the beast

Before you knew it, it was your first dance after your wedding. You were married to Keith and you were now his queen. Your father, Allura, Hunk, Coran, Pidge and Lance all stood to the side, happily human again. Watching happily as you stared into each other’s eyes with nothing but how much love you held for each other. “Are they gonna live happily ever after Allura?” Hunk asked her. “Yes, my dear friend. Yes indeed.” She nodded. “Wait…do I still need to sleep in the cupboard?” he asked, making all his friends laugh as they celebrated throughout the night. They could finally live the rest of their lives as happily as they could. What about Y/N and Keith? Well, they both lived happily ever after.

THE END

Boris in: Dancing with the Devil Pg2

        Boris woke up and stretched as he yawned. He itched his head. He got out of bed and put on his pants. He went outside and let out the sheep from the barn. He counted them up and frozed.

Boris:“There’s….wait, no, that’s not right.” He recounted them again.“There’s suppose to be thirty. There’s ten missing.” He quickly searched the barn for them making sure they weren’t asleep somewhere.“Oh no…” He looked for any tracks for any fox’s that might have snuck in last night. His ears flattened when saw only shoe tracks. He clenched his fists and growled.“Oooh! That just burns me!” He said a bit angrily. He sighed. He watched the sheep eat and wander for a little while before locking them back up in the barn and getting in his
truck. He drove down the dirt path. When he drove into town his eyes widened.“What the…?!” There were people trying to scrub out the ink off the walls and windows.“What the heck happened?” He stopped by Ched’s store and went in.“Mr. Ched?” He called. Ched was on the phone.

Ched:“I don’t care whether you believe me or not! I’m telling ya, a little demon came in last night and stole my candy bars! Hello?! Hello?!” He snarled and slammed down the phone. He looked up at Boris.

Boris:“Someone stole your candy bars?” He slammed his fists down on the counter.

Ched:“Yes! It was a demon I tell ya! Short, had horns, a tail, and he was wearing a bow tie and gloves!” Boris itched his head looking a little confused.

Boris:“That’s odd.” He said.

Ched:“Not only that, he attacked me with ink! Made me hit my off the shelves.”

Boris:“You sure it wasn’t some kid in a costume Mr. Ched?”

Ched:“Ohh, far from it! I hear he attacked Mrs. Mo last night too!” The wolf’s eyes widened in shock.

Boris:“Mrs. Mo? Why would anyone attack someone like her? She’s the sweetest lady in town!” Ched shook his head.

Ched:“Who knows and who cares? Someone’s gotta pay for stealing my stuff! AND ruining my favorite shirt!” Boris left the store and drove to Mrs. Mo’s store.

Boris:“Mrs. Mo?” He called. She came out from the other room and looked relieved when she saw Boris.

Mo:“Oh hello Boris. I was just cleaning up after….what happened last night.”

Boris:“I heard you were attacked but you look fine to me.”

Mo:“Oh, that little devil didn’t lay a hand on me, but I did manage to knock his head off his shoulders with my broom…literally.” She mumbled.“He ate one of my cakes and ruined one of the others. Not only that, he drew on my face!” Boris put his hands on his hips.

Boris:“Now don’t you worry Mrs. Mo, I’m gunna get to the bottom of this. I’ll find out who’s been causing trouble around town and stop them!”

Mo:“Oh dearie, you don’t have to do this.”

Boris:“Nope! I’ve already decided! Besides, someone stole my sheep!”

Mo:“Oh no! That’s terrible. I’m so sorry.”

“STAMPEDE!!!”

Boris’s ears went up as he spun around. He left the store and saw his sheep running through town. One demon was riding on one of the sheep’s.

Bendy:“WOOOO! I'am King of the Sheep!” He laughed.

Mo:“That’s him!” She pointed out.“That’s the devil who stole my cakes!” Boris jumped on one of the sheep and chased after him.

Boris:“Hey! Get back here!” He yelled. Bendy looked back and grinned mischievously.

Bendy:“Ohh, look! Someone wants to play!” He giggled. Boris hopped onto the next sheep, then the next, then the next, to get closer to Bendy. Bendy saw him and gasped. He stood up and jumped through an open window of a building. Boris did the same thing and fell in a puddle of ink.

Boris:“Ew!” He said and shook it off.  He looked around and saw Bendy in the elevator across the hall waving at him. He ran towards him.

Bendy:“GOOOING UP!” He pressed a button and the doors closed. Boris slammed into them flat. He fell backwards and landed on his back. He sat up and shook his head. He saw what floor he was heading to and ran up the stairs. When he reached the floor he saw Bendy waving at him once again. He growled and ran towards him again.“GOOOING DOWN!” The doors closed and he stopped himself from running into them. He ran back down the stairs and looked a little tired. He saw Bendy leaning against the door ways and winked at him as he waved. Boris bared his teeth at him. He took in  a deep breath and sighed. He walked towards him instead of running.

Boris:“Okay look, let’s talk about-” He was interrupted by ink to the face and he slid across the floor on his back. Bendy laughed as he pointed at him.

Bendy:“Careful! Wouldn’t wanna slip into an accident now do we? AHAHAHA!” He ran into one of the rooms. Boris chased after him.

Boris:“Where you at devil?” He called as he looked around the room. He looked under the bed. He wasn’t there. He heard the shower running and a familiar voice singing. He went in the bathroom. He moved the curtains and the demon screamed. Boris jumped back startled and quickly closed the curtain.“Woops! Sorry!” He left the bathroom quickly. He was about to leave but then frozed.“Hey wait a minute!” He went back in the bathroom and moved the curtains again.“Got ya!” He said but there was only ink  going down the drain.“Huh?” He itched his head. Just then he heard something squeak behind him and he turned only to find the demon lifting his foot off the rubber duck. He smiled nervously at Boris and chuckled.

Bendy:“Uh, hi?” Boris went to grab him but he spat ink on him again. He ran out of the bathroom and Boris chased after him once more. They ran up the stairs and went to the top of the building. Bendy ran to the edge of the building. He looked back at Boris and held out one hand.“Hold it!” Boris stopped and his eyes widened-fearing what he was going to say.“Take one more step and I’ll jump! I’ll do it!” Boris shook his head.

Boris:“No wait! Don’t do it!” He begged.

Bendy:“I will! Watch me!” He stepped off the building and screamed as he fell. Boris yiped and jumped over after him. Only to find that he was hanging off the side by his tail. Boris screamed as he fell towards the ground. He shut his eyes tight and waited to hit the ground. However, something grabbed his legs and lowered him down safely. He looked up and saw Bendy standing over him grinning.“Aww, did you fall over for little old me?” He kissed his nose.“Mmmmmmmua! AAHhahahahaha!” He giggled before taking off again. Boris rubbed his nose and shook his head. He looked up at the building he fell from. He looked back at where Bendy used to be.

Boris:“He didn’t let me hit the ground?” He stood up. He shook his head and chased after him.

He found Bendy eating someone’s lunch at an unfinished building.

Boris:“Aha! I finally found you!” Bendy’s eyes widened and he took off running again inside the building.“Wait!”

Bendy:“Ah geez! You don’t know when to quit do ya?” He asked.“That’s okay though! I love playing a good old game of  hide and seek!” He jumped in a drawer.

Boris:“Hey!” He looked inside but there was only ink. He looked around.

“Yoohoo~I’m up here.~”

Boris looked up and saw the demon grinning at him from the top of the stairs. He quickly ran up only to fall through the steps. He held on and pulled himself up. He ran down the hall and looked in the first room on the left. He came back out seeing that he wasn’t in there and saw Bendy walked out of one of the rooms in the middle of the hallway and entered another. Boris chased after him. He opened the door but it was a small closet. He itched his head looking confused.

Boris:“How does he do that?” He asked but mostly to himself.

“Oh buddy.~”

Boris looked only to see the demon shaking his butt at him.

Bendy:“Can’t catch me!” Boris growled and ran after him.“AAH!” He ran once more and looked back at Boris. He grinned.“Ha! You can’t REALLY catch me! No one can-” He tripped over a bucket of paint and slipped across the hallway and fell down a hole in the floor. Boris gasped. “Well, this is a sticky situation.” Boris ran to the hole and looked down.

Boris:“W-where’d ya go?” He looked and saw the demon holding onto a pipe. It looked like a long way down. Boris reached towards him.“Here, grab my hand!” Bendy raised a brow.

Bendy:“Why are you helping me? I thought you were mad!” He said.

Boris:“Yeah but I don’t to hurt you!”

Bendy:“Ha! Very funny. As if no one wants to hurt a demon like me.” He took out a cigar and snapped his fingers. There was a flame on his thumb and he lit the cigar.

Boris:“Don’t smoke that!”

Bendy:“Why not? It’s gunna be my last so, cheers, I guess.”

Boris:“It’s not going to be your last if you just take my hand!” Bendy stared at him for a few more seconds before finally sighing.

Bendy:“Well, alright then.” He reached for his hand but was too short.“I..can’t reach!” He slipped.“AH!” He grabbed the pipe and climbed back up. Boris stretched out a little farther.

Boris:“Try now!” Bendy stretched out his arm again. He stretched out his body farther and could almost grab his hand. He suddenly slipped but Boris managed to grab his hand on time and quickly pulled him up out of the hole and held him close tightly.“Phew, that was a close one.” He said.

Bendy:“Sure was-” The ceiling fell in front of them and Boris spun around and ran screaming. He ran through the halls with Bendy in his arms as the building began to fall apart behind them. He ran down the stairs and jumped through the door way. Smoke filled the air around them. Boris coughed and stood up.

Boris:“Are you okay-” He gasped when he saw that the demon was gone.“Hey! Where did you go? Hello?!” He looked back at the building.“Little demon?” He called and quickly searched through the rubble trying to find the creature. So far there was no sign of him anywhere. Boris’s ears lowered and he sighed sadly.“I didn’t even get your name.”

Boris returned to the farm and let out the sheep. He counted them. Thirty. The sheep must’ve found their way back home he thought. He walked up the hill and sat by the tree to watch the sheep wander around and eat grass. He sighed and took out his clarinet. He began to play a soothing tune.

“Heyyy, not bad!” Said a familiar voice. Boris jumped up and looked around.“Up here.” He looked up and saw the demon sitting on a branch and smiling at him. He jumped down and landed in his arms. He kissed his nose.“Did ya miss me?” Boris grinned.

Boris:“You’re alive!” He swung him around.“I thought you were dead! But you’re alive!”

Bendy:“Whoa! Easy there!” He put him down on his feet and he fixed his bow tie.“So, ya still mad at me for stealin’ your sheep and all?” Boris shook his head.

Boris:“Nope! They’re all back.”  Bendy smiled.

Bendy:“Really? Huh, I wonder how that happened.” He said with a wink. Boris smiled and shook his hand.

Boris:“I’m Boris. Boris the Wolf. I never got to tell ya my name before.”

Bendy:“Well Boris, I’m Bendy. Bendy the Demon.” He put his hands on his hips.“So, I’ve been dying to ask you something all day. Why’d ya help me? Everyone in town is afraid of me. You know I’m a demon don’t ya?” He nodded.

Boris:“Yeah, but you don’t seem all that bad. You didn’t…well you know, eat anyone or anything like that.” Bendy gave him an evil smile.

Bendy:“What makes you think I wouldn’t eat you?” He grinned. Boris shrugged.

Boris:“I don’t know.” He said simply. Bendy frowned. He looked at his clarinet and smiled a little.

Bendy:“Say, Boris, would you mind playing that again?” He held up his clarinet.

Boris:“This? Well, I suppose, but only if you promise to leave the town alone. No more stealing, no more covering people or the town with ink and also, no stealing sheep.” Bendy stomped his foot once.

Bendy:“What? Oh come on! It’s fun!” Boris crossed his arms.“Ugh, fine.” Boris smiled and held up his clarinet. He began to play a tune. Bendy tapped one foot and soon began to dance. Boris joined in shortly. The two danced until the sun went down and the moon came up. Boris stopped playing and yawned.

Boris:“It’s pretty late. I should bring the sheep inside the barn. Do you need a ride home?” He asked as they walked towards the barn.

Bendy:“Oh….yeah, uh, I don’t have a home.”

Boris:“You don’t?” He opened the barn door and the sheep wandered in.

Bendy:“Nope, just been running all over the place. Don’t really need sleep.” He shrugged.

Boris:“Hm…”  The last sheep went inside and he closed the door and locked it. The two walked towards Boris’s house.“Well, if you want, you can stay with me for a little while.” Bendy looked at him with wide eyes.

Bendy:“Really? you really mean that?” He asked with almost a hopeful smile. He nodded. Bendy frowned and gave him a look of doubt.“And no foolin’?”

Boris:“Of course not. You can stay as long as you need to.” He said with a smile. Bendy smiled a little.

Bendy:“Alright then, thanks!” He giggled. They went inside and Boris cooked up dinner for two. They watched T.V. and went to bed. Boris showed Bendy the guest room. The bed was made and looked comfortable.“Wow….my own room!” He sat on the bed.“Hm…not a waterbed but it’s still nice!” He grinned at Boris.“You know, for a wolf you sure are pretty friendly.” Boris smiled.

Boris:“Heh, awww, thanks. For a demon you sure are friendly too.” Bendy rolled his eyes.

Bendy:“Yeah….but I don’t see why I need a bed, I don’t sleep.”

Boris:“That’s ok, you can still use if you want.” He yawned and itched his back.“Well, good night Bendy. I’ll see you in the morning.” He closed the door.
Boris went to get a cup of water from the kitchen. He did he wondered if Bendy needed a cup of water. He walked back into the room.“Oh Bendy, did you…” He trailed off when he saw that Bendy had fallen asleep under the blankets in bed. He blinked twice. He slowly smiled ad chuckled.“G'night little buddy.” He whispered and closed the door quietly before heading off to bed.

Reminiscence

Author: @sincerelystiles
Pairing: Isaac x Reader
Word Count: 1,280

Warning: nsfw

inspired by reminiscence (listen on repeat) 
A/N: this is dedicated to my hay-babe @sarcasticallystilinski bc she’s ill and has major isaac feels, i luh u bby x x

Originally posted by young-marauder


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anonymous asked:

Any headcanons for tendou??

[These are just regular headcanons and not relationship ones]!

- Would highkey come to school one day with rainbow hair

- Jumps down the stairs instead of walking down them bc he’s too cool for that

- Really likes gummy worms for some reason

- Has a pet goldfish bc he likes to see it swim, plus he likes to talk to it, and he likes the way its eyes bulge out of its head

- Secretly gets sad when he sees someone step on an ant

- TRAMPOLINES TRAMPOLINES TRAMPOLINES

- Drools a lot and kisses his pillow but is a good cuddler

- Likes to take selfies; has every type of social media dedicated to his face

- Jokingly gives all the girls hair advice

- Tells Ushijima to roll down the window so he can stick his face out in the wind

- Loves Uno and Cards Against Humanity

- Secretly draws penises on his test papers

I have a reoccurring dream where I get out of bed and head towards the stairs, but jump off of them instead of climbing down them. I temporarily lose consciousness because of the impact, but when I “wake up” I look towards the kitchen and see a bright light, that slowly starts to laugh at me and then a face appears within it.

Rose

@polysandershell I couldn’t resist

Prince’s makeup is on point….but that’s not the only thing it’s on!

Poly Sanders/LAMP shipping

Warnings: Slight nsfw reference (if you squint)Of course, if I missed something make sure to message me!

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Prince jumped down the stairs, doing a roll and striking a victorious pose.

Logic looked up from his place in the kitchen, standing near a pan full of eggs.

“Today’s a makeup day I assume?” Logic walked out of the kitchen, scooping some eggs onto some plates and walking out to put them on the table.

Prince nodded, waiting for Logic to put down the plates before swooping him into a dip and kissing the logical side all over his face.The bright red lipstick that was on Prince’s lips had yet to set, leaving bright red lip marks on Logic’s cheeks, forehead and nose.

Just as he went to stand upright, Thomas’ voice echoed through the mindscape. “Logic!”

Logic disappeared, Prince nearly falling over with a short cry before standing up and dusting off his shirt.

Thomas was having issues. He hadn’t actually planned a video in weeks and it was starting to get to him. It was a miracle Anxiety hasn’t already showed up.

But when Logic appeared, face covered in lipstick and a slight blush, Thomas forgot all about the issue.

“What’s going on with..all that?” Thomas teased, pointing around his face with crinkled eyes.

Logic sighed,pushing up his glasses but making no move to remove the marks. “Well you see….what did you call me here for?”

Thomas grimaced, the feeling of slight panic washing over him again.

swoosh

“You called?”

Thomas and Logic turned to the sound of Anxiety’s drawling face and Thomas nearly laughed.

Anxiety’s face was also covered in lipstick, although his blush was much more noticeable than Logic’s.

“Both of you?”

Anxiety scowled, pulling his hood up. “Focus on your video planning."Oh right.

"So Logic, help me out here. What’s up with plan making?” Logic looked at Thomas confused, pushing up his glasses again. “We did make a plan, I gave it to Morality so he and Prince could….oh.” Logic and Anxiety cast a look at each other, Logic’s blush becoming slightly more noticeable.

“I’m sure they just didn’t get around to it. "Logic said. Thomas looked at the two traits with squinted eyes."Oookay, well… Morality!”

“What’s up kiddo?”

Morality joined the group, hands on his hips happily and a smile on his face.

…..and also several lipstick marks. Thomas didn’t even question it at this point, nor did he comment the lack of Morality’s cardigan and the Two unbuttoned buttons of his shirt.

“What happened with video planning?” Morality coughed into his hand, shrugging happily. “You’ll have to ask Prince son!”

Thomas sighed. “I’m not your son. Prince!”

When the fanciful side appeared Thomas sighed, putting a hand over his eyes and sagging his shoulders.

Prince was holding a mirror, winking at his reflection and softly blowing it kisses.

The mirror was also covered in lipstick marks.

Accent- Andre Burakovsky

Originally posted by temipanarin

Alright guys here I am again with another Burkie request! Guess you guys are liking them! Either that or I only have one requester lol! Either way I hope you enjoy this one. I think it turned out cute! Let me know what you think anon! Once again some Swedish is used and translations are at the bottom (just names this time not phrases)!

Warning: One night stand resulting in pregnancy (no details just a mention)

Anon request: Hey! Can you do an Andre Burakovsky imagine about him and yn having two sons and they ask why Andre has a weird voice but they’re talking about his accent and it’s really cute pls!! Thank you!!!

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              You held one hand of each child as they jumped down the stairs towards your seats by the glass, their red jerseys fluttering around them.

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Love or gratitude ? BTS Jimin (M) chap 01

pairing: JIMIN X  reader y/N 

Genre: angst/smut 

M= mature contents 

summary: what will you do when all of sudden you find your self getting married to someone used to be your best friend’s lover just because he turned to be a father !!!

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Originally posted by bwipsul

*chap one : i like him !  


two years ago

you don’t have to be so shy if you really have all this feeling y/N ! “ jung hyerin said reassuring you 

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