Chester. Bennington. Of. Linkin. Park. Committed. Suicide. He was 41.
Let that sink in.
All the music he did, the songs where most of us felt like we weren’t alone in the struggles we had. What if they were silently a call for help? And all along, we had no idea. He had been a part of everyone’s teenage rebellion playlist, and it fucks my mind so much because as far as depression is concerned, it knows no bounds. Who cares if you’re a 40 year-old guy with a generously huge fanbase and lots of people who love and enjoy what you do? Once you let depression consume you, it’s over.
Notes: My first Void smut? My first Void smut. Not sure how well this will really go tbh because I don’t think I’m good at portraying Void. But let me know for sure if you do like it. This idea has been in my mind for a few weeks now, and all because I was listening to one certain anime opening at work called Koi wa Chaos no Shimobenari. It kind of gave me the idea for what to do with this, even though it has NOTHING to do with the song. Also, side note, i did use Google Translate for one small thing in here. Don’t blame me if it is wrong.
Summary: You hate each other, even though you’re soulmates. You try and stay away from each other, but a shared course and a project is determined to keep you two facing off. (Part 1/Part 2) Scenario: Soulmate!AU, college!AU Word Count: 6,726
I just ran over my dog with a shopping cart. APRIL FOOLS! I don’t know whose dog it is!
If I had a dime for every time a homeless guy asked me for change, I’d still say no.
I'm bored way too easily. I'm staring at screens half the day. I need to be overstimulated.
Most of my songs make fun of myself.
My dad says I act too flamboyant on stage.
The average person has one Fallopian tube.
I remember being superyoung, like nine or ten years old, and thinking, 'Man, I wonder what famous people eat for breakfast. They must have some special kind of cereal!' My mind was so warped by the idea of fame.
But, I mean, teenagers just generally aren't very likable. I know I wasn't as a teenager.
I chose to do comedy instead of going to college.
I like to call everyone that I find slightly annoying a 'sociopath.'
Art is a lie, nothing is real.
Once a week, I like to slip into a deep existential depression where I lose all my sense of oneness and self-worth.
Spider-Man WHAT?! (Tom Holland!Peter Parker x reader)(slight smut)
Hey guys!!! I hope you guys enjoy this one, it’s an idea I’ve had for a while now. This is kind of a strange prompt, but hopefully you guys like it and support my weirdness (because let’s be real, I’m always getting weird). This is another slight smut (I think these are becoming my favorites to write 😂). The song mentioned in this is ‘Spider-Man D-ck’ by Cupcakke. She has another song called ‘Deepthroat’ that’s pretty funky too. These songs are things me and my friends laugh about. I laugh every time I hear either of these songs. Seriously 😂. Anyway, don’t forget to leave requests and things in my inbox! I would love it if you did. I love you guys!!! Hollanders for the win <3 (P.S. I’m about to fly alone for the first time so wish me luck especially because I have almost two hours before I board :( (Curse my need to be early).
- Xoxo K
Warnings: Peter and reader get into kinda smutty territory, but nothing too intense. Actually scratch that, after reading it again I’d say it’s kinda intense. It’s kinda like the “gives you special feels” fan fiction if you know what I’m talking about… Basically smut on training wheels if that makes any sense 😂 (Just like Peter and the training wheels protocol) Also, some swearing.
It was just like any other day. Peter came over to the tower to hang out with you and the other Avengers. Only, you were off doing your own thing at the moment. You were up on your floor of the tower listening to music and texting your friends from school. You and your friend, Laura always liked to find really weird songs and send them to each other (I do this with my friends. If you know any, send me some, I’ll love you forever) and that’s exactly what you two were doing now. During this exchange strange but hilarious songs, you found one in particular that caught your eye while you were scrolling. You just couldn’t help but listen to it. The song was so sexual and so hilarious, you just couldn’t help it. You paused your music and picked up your phone, taking off towards the elevator while laughing your ass off. When you reached the floor of the common room, everyone was either talking with each other or watching whatever was on the TV. As soon as the doors opened, everyone stopped to look at you. I mean, you were basically gasping for air and tears were streaming down your face. “I-” you started, still laughing. “I-I Just found the FUNNIEST song on this planet.” You said finally, still laughing. You moved over to the counter top in the kitchen area and took a seat on one of the high stools, setting your phone down on the cold marble surface. Everyone looked at you funny, but moved quickly over to where you were. Peter sat next to you at the counter, and rested his chin on your shoulder when you pressed play. Everyone’s faces quickly showed confusion as the song started. You skipped over the intro and right to the beginning of the lyrics.
“the dick connected to my walls like it’s Spider-Man”
Peter immediately lifted his chin up off of your shoulder, and a blush rose to his cheeks as the lyrics continued.
“My saliva don’t dry up even by a fan”
Peter was completely shocked by now, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
“You got me caught up in yo web, you my Spider-Man”
You were laughing your ass off even more by now. Tony, Sam, and Clint soon joined you in your fit of laughter. Natasha looked slightly entertained and slightly concerned, as did Wanda. Vision and Thor just looked flat out confused, while Steve shook his head trying to suppress a small smile. You pressed pause on the song and turned to wrap your arms around Peter in a sloppy hug. Resting your head on his shoulder, you sighed happily. Tony fought through his laughter to speak. “D-don’t…” Tony started, still trying to fight through his laughter. “Don’t sweat it too much, Parker.” Tony said. Peter looked up at Tony, expecting some kind of reassurance from the embarrassment. “Yeah, Pete.” You said in response to Tony. “Just some girl who made a song.” Tony looked towards you. “Hey Y/N, maybe you should write your own song about Spider-Man’s dick” Tony said, laughing. “I mean, after all, you’re the only one besides him who knows what it can do…” Tony said gesturing to Peter. You unwrapped an arm from Peter’s torso and hit Tony on the shoulder. Peter’s eyes widened and his cheeks tinted an even deeper shade than before (if that was even possible). You brought your arm back to Peter’s body. You run your hand down his muscular chest, stopping to circle your index finger over his abs. You felt Peter tense slightly as you leaned your head on his shoulder once more, finger still circling his muscular midsection. Clint, Natasha, and Steve left to go train by now and Thor and Vision had already left to go do their own thing. It was just you and Peter now… and Tony and Sam, but they were engaged in their own conversation so you two assumed they wouldn’t hear you if you whispered. “What are you doing?” Peter whispered to you. You looked up at Peter with innocent eyes. “What ever do you mean, darling?” You whisper back. Peter looks at you with stern eyes before looking straight ahead, trying to ignore your fingers working so close to his most sensitive area. You realize what he’s trying to do and move your hands lower until you feel his hand grab yours. Your head snaps up and your eyes lock with his. “All this talk about your manhood,” You say, looking down at his growing bulge. “Has got me all… hot and bothered.” You say seductively, biting Peter’s ear lightly. You feel him shudder pleasurably and you smirk. “You know what?” Peter starts. You pull away from his ear and give him a raised eyebrow in response. “I’m going to make everyone hear what this 'Spider-Man dick’ can do to a girl” Peter says through gritted teeth. “I’m going to give it to you so hard-” Peter cuts off as he sees Sam and Tony staring at you and him from across the counter. Tony looked almost traumatized. “WHAT THE FU-”
As of 25/07, 1 pm BST time, the Back To You music video is at 8.1 million views. I really believe we can get it to 10 million today, so let’s try!!
Why is it important?
Trending. By giving a constant flux of views, the music video will be listed as “Trending” by YouTube, which means it will automatically gain visibility from more people, linking it on the first page. Trending will get the video more views from people outside of the fandom, people that will inevitably like the song (because it is awesome, duh) and who will search for BTY on Spotify, on iTunes and on other streaming platforms (because listening to BTY once is just not an option).
How can we do it?
Open YouTube and log off your account. Then open the music video and start streaming! The most effective way to do so is by installing a Chrome extension called Auto Refresh, whichwill automatically refresh the page you select every x seconds (yes, you get to choose how many seconds is x. I suggest 35, enough for your view to be counted by YouTube). Here you will also find a playlist of 40 BTYs in case you just want to let the song play entirely.
What else is there to know?
Because visibility through YouTube is SO IMPORTANT, here are other things you can do to help:
Dan Wilson (Taylor’s co-writer) performing Treacherous at Room 5 in Los Angeles on November 14, 2012.
“Taylor Swift and I wrote a song in the Spring and we recorded it a few weeks later and I added some stuff to it and it was out a few months after that.
It was really, really a very smooth and fast (relatively speaking for me anyways) process and one of the questions that several people asked online was “What is it like writing with Taylor Swift?” and I just want to say, you know when she makes that amazed expression on the TV awards show like she is just astonished that she just won? That’s how she treats a new good idea in a writing session too and it’s incredibly motivating. It actually makes you want to come up with another great idea to make her make that astonished face.
One cool thing is that if she comes up with something really cool, she makes the same face also. I admire that kind of, you know, transparency.
We wrote this song called Treacherous that I’m going to play.”
Summary: You’re antisocial and one who doesn’t like help from others, when a solo mission goes south, Bucky’s there to help you feel better.
Warnings: smut (just reader receiving oral and fingering), sexual tension
A/N: I was listening to Chains by Nick Jonas and then this idea came to me but I’m also thinking about doing a fic based on the song Chains bc I really like that song. I don’t have a plot for it yet, just smut and fluff, so if you have any ideas for what that fic could be about feel free to put it in the replies down below. Also, I wrote this in a different environment and I’m curious of my writing style or anything related has changed so I know where I write the best; that means feedback is more than welcome!
Rain plummeted from the grey clouds, making rhythmic noises as they shattered against the roof of T’Challa’s place, the mansion you had called home since the Avengers had split. It wasn’t like you weren’t used to living in such a large place, you had your own room back in the tower, but you weren’t used to all the people who worked along side the new King of Wakanda.
T’Challa had specialists called in to help Wanda learn to control her powers, to train in the air with Sam, create new arrows for Clint, make sure Scott didn’t hurt himself while using his suit; there was even a guy to work with Steve to teach him how to use the latest technology. Bucky joined in on the lessons every so often after he was unfrozen, but most of the time he kept to himself.
Bucky had his own team of specialists, working with his mind and trying to help him unscramble it. When he got his new arm, a gift from T’Challa, he spent time in the health center getting tests run. They had to make sure it wasn’t malfunctioning.
You, on the other hand, were always out shopping or doing solo missions. You hated being locked up in the mansion, surrounded by people you didn’t know or fully trust. T’Challa, and Steve, reassured you that they were trustworthy, but you were still weary.
Steve offered to go on the missions with you, but you always turned down his help. You could do them yourself, they weren’t anything too dangerous. They were just simple undercover missions and obtaining information, you could do them in your sleep.
When you weren’t out looking around Wakanda or going on missions, you were in T’Challa’s library. The only person you’d ever run into there was T’Challa himself or Wanda, so you were always safe from the others and the socialization.
So uh…yeah. I found a clean version of the song from Little Women that eventually became the Hotel Mario theme. I have no idea what its name is, the track it’s in is just called “Polka Medley.” Sorry I can’t be more help :V
So you immediately thought to call Noel Gallagher and ask him to sing on it?
In a sort of lighthearted way, I’d promised Noel he could be on this record. He was always like, “I want to be on the next Gorillaz record,” and I was like, “Sure.” I thought it might be cute, the idea of us singing about the power to love each other. Of course, no one’s asked Liam what he thinks about the song yet. No doubt he’d have a fantastic one-liner about what a bunch of fucking knobheads we are.
Liam liked the most recent Blur album.
Yeah, but The Magic Whip didn’t have his brother and I singing about loving each other.
Honorable Mention+Have you ever had detention? what for? Calm Before The Storm (eowyg)+Do you ever catch yourself daydreaming? What about? Switchblades And Infidelity+ You can press a button that will make anyone or anything explode. Who or what would you choose? Pretty In Punk+What dream color(s) would you love your hair to be? Growing Up+Your most favoritest age you’ve been so far? The World’s Not Waiting (For Five Tired Boys In A Broken Down Van)+Name one thing you have wasted time on. Short, Fast And Loud+Short or tall? Fast or slow? Loud or quiet? Moving Pictures+ Would you rather watch a movie at home or at the theatre? Parker Lewis Can’t Lose (But I’m Gonna Give It My Best Shot)+ What is your favorite day of the whole year?
Take This to Your Grave
Tell That Mick He Just Made My List of Things to Do Today+ Do you get jealous easily? Dead on Arrival+ How do you start a conversation? Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy+ What do you think of people who cheat? Saturday+ Who is your bestfriend? Homesick at Space Camp+ What is your favorite planet? Sending Postcards from a Plane Crash (Wish You Were Here)+Who would you absolutely love to punch in the face? Chicago Is So Two Years Ago+ Is there anyone in the world you would want next to you right now? The Pros And Cons Of Breathing+ Do you hate anyone? Grenade Jumper+ Is there anyone you would take a grenade for? Calm Before The Storm (tttyg)+ What phobias do you have? Reinventing The Wheel To Run Myself Over+ Do you consider yourself sucessful? The Patron Saint Of Liars And Fakes+ Has anyone ever lied to you?
My Heart Will Always Be The B-Side To My Tongue
My Heart Is The Worst Kind Of Weapon+Weapon of choice in zombie apocalypse? “It’s Not A Side Effect Of The Cocaine, I Am Thinking It Must Be Love”+Do you have a promise that you will always keep? Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner (Acoustic)+Have you ever been to prom? Love Will Tear Us Apart+ When was the last time someone told you they loved you? Grand Theft Autumn / Where Is Your Boy (Acoustic)+ Are you keeping a secret from someone?
From Under The Cork Tree
Our Lawyer Made Us Change The Name Of This Song So We Wouldn’t Get Sued+ What name(s) do you dislike? Of All The Gin Joints In All The World+ First Fall Out Boy song you’ve ever heard? Dance, Dance+ Favorite line in a song that you would so get tattooed on your ass cheek? Sugar We’re Going Down+ Favorite pet name to be called? Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner+ Are you the rarest pepe? I’ve Got A Dark Alley And A Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song)+ Have you ever gotten into a fight? if so, what was the outcome? 7 Minutes In Heaven (Atavan Halen)+ Least favorite thing about school/college? Champagne For My Real Friends, Real Pain For My Sham Friends+ Your house is on fire. What are the things/people/animals you’d grab on your way out? I Slept With Someone In Fall Out Boy And All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me+ Bandmemebers you have a crush on? A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More “Touch Me”+ Night owl or early bird? Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part To Save The Scene And Stop Going To Shows)+ What do you want to do before you die? Do you have a bucket list? XO+ Are you reliable? why? Snitches And Talkers Get Stitches And Walkers+ Have you ever fractured/broken any bones? The Music Or The Misery+ What band(s) do you absolutely hate?
Infinity On High
Thriller+ What is one thing you would like to go back and tell your 12 year old self? “The Take Over, The Breaks Over”+ Do you like having picture taken of you or selfies? This Ain’t A Scene, It’s An Arms Race+ If you were the president, what is the first thing you would make illegal and legal? I’m Like A Lawyer With The Way I’m Always Trying To Get You Off (Me & You)+ You get three wishes, what are they? (you can’t wish for more wishes) Hum Hallelujah+ Have you tried to be someone you’re not to impress someone? Golden+ Favorite gem stone/mineral? Thnks Fr Th Mmrs+ Best memory of someone who has left your life? Don’t You Know Who I Think I Am? Bands you’ve seen perform live? The (After) Life Of The Party+ Would you rather be a ghost or skeleton in the after life? The Carpal Tunnel Of Love+ Favorite flavor of icecream? Bang The Doldrums+ Do you wear makeup? if so, what kind? Fame < Infamy+ Cursive or print hand writing? You’re Crashing, But You’re No Wave+ Have you ever been to court? why were you there? I’ve Got All This Ringing In My Ears And None On My Fingers+ Do you plan on ever getting married? G.I.N.A.S.F.S.+ What is your eye color? if you could change it, would you? It’s Hard To Say “I Do”, When I Don’t+ What was the most hurtful thing that someone said to you?
Folie à Deux
Lullabye+ A song you would want your children to listen to. Disloyal Order Of Water Buffaloes+ Can you describe yourself in 5 words? I Don’t Care+ Favorite month of the year? why? She’s My Winona+Wa aoh oh ooh. What song popped into your head? America’s Suitehearts+ Andy the Candy, Pete the Treat, Joe the Hoe, or ‘trick the frick? Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet+ Have you ever lost a bet? The (Shipped) Gold Standard+ What is the one song that has helped you push through? (Coffee’s For Closers)+ How do you like your coffee? What A Catch, Donnie+ What two bands/musicians should make a song together? 27+ What do you think about aliens? Tiffany Blews+ Are you scared of the dark? w.a.m.s.+ Do you like snow? 20 Dollar Nose Bleed+ Would you pay 20 dollars to punch someone in the face? West Coast Smoker+ What do you think of the ocean? Pavlove+ Are you happy with the way you look? is there something you would change?
Save Rock And Roll
The Phoenix+ You’re wearing the same thing as someone else. Are you going to be the one to change or are they? My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark+ Do you enjoy bonfires? Alone Together+ You are the last person on Earth, but you can choose someone else to be with you. Who would you choose? Where Did The Party Go+What is the last thing you drew a picture of? Just One Yesterday+ What did you do yesterday? The Mighty Fall+ What is the best pick up line you’ve heard lately? Miss Missing You+ Do you think anyone misses you at the moment? Death Valley+ Have you ever broken a promise? Young Volcanoes+ You are a killer in a horror movie. What song is playing in the background? Rat A Tat+Favorite time of day? Save Rock And Roll+ Would you get revenge on those who have hurt you?
PAX AM Days
We Were Doomed From The Start (The King Is Dead)+ Your funeral song?Art Of Keeping Up Disappearances+ Have you ever written your own music or poems? Hot To The Touch, Cold On The Inside+ Do you think tie dye is still cool? Love, Sex, Death+ What are your favorite scents? Eternal Summer+ A summer you will never forget? Demigods+ What is your favorite type of dinosaur? American Made+ Do you prefer cooking or ordering take out? Caffeine Cold+ Ice coffee or hot coffee?
American Beauty / American Psycho
Irresistible+ Favorite city you’ve visited? American Beauty / American Psycho+ Would you reffered to as the beauty or the psycho Centuries+ Do you like heavy metal? or hardcore/screaming music? The Kids Aren’t Alright+ Have you dedicated a song to someone before? what song was it? Uma Thurman+ Do you believe in miracles? Jet Pack Blues+ What are your favorite colors? Novocaine+ Vest, Jacket, or Hoodie? Fourth Of July+ Do you collect anything? if so, what do you collect? Favorite Record+ Favorite album? Immortals+ Favorite animated movie(s)? Twin Skeletons (Hotel In NYC)+ What is the best thing about Halloween?
Alpha Dog+ Favorte dog breed(s)? From Now On We Are Enemies+ Do you have more enemies than friends?Lake Effect Kid+ Is there somewhere you rather be? Roxanne+ Have you ever called the police? Save Your Generation+ Ever had a rumour spread about you? Start Today+ You have a free ticket to any concert of your choice. Who would you go see? Yule Shoot Your Eye Out+ What do you want for christmas?
That’s How a Moment Lasts Forever - Post-BatB Oneshot
“Why do you keep
so many tea sets?”
The old man
chuckled, leaning back in his armchair as he watched his littlest
grandchild. While her two older siblings had chosen to play outside
in the snow, she stared at his bookcase, which, instead of being
filled with books, was lined with teapots and teacups made of wood,
porcelain, and china.
“Well, you know
your father’s a potter; he gives me the ones that no one wants.”
“But do you even
use them?” the girl asked. “They’ve got chips and cracks in
them. They wouldn’t make good tea.”
definitely your mother’s daughter,” the old man replied. “I
suppose…I keep them because they deserve a home, a place to
The girl raised her
eyebrows. “You make it sound like they’re alive.”
old man’s voice took on a spooky tone. “Sometimes they talk to me
The girl laughed.
“No they don’t!”
“No, they don’t,”
he agreed, laughing in return. “But can’t an old man have his
hobbies? I like antiques! I’m a collector, always have been! You
see that?” He pointed at a tiny, intricately decorated box on the
mantel above the fireplace. “It plays a lullaby if you open it.
The king’s grandfather made that for me when I was a boy.”
tea sets were momentarily forgotten as the little girl ran over to
the mantel and seized the box in her hands.
man raised a gnarled hand, but there was no need; the girl set the
box down with the utmost care. She lifted open the box, revealing a
tiny, incredibly detailed replica of a rose. The rest of the inside
was gold and cornflower blue, with a castle painted on the inside of
the lid. She located the winding handle on the side, and with a nod
from her grandfather, wound it up and let it play.
At once, a little
melody, strong but sweet, began to emit from the box, causing the
rose to rotate slowly in place. The girl sat, entranced by the box,
while the man closed his eyes and hummed along.
“You won’t find a
box like that anywhere else,” he finally said. “That’s why it’s
The girl waited
until the last notes faded away, then looked up at her grandfather to
ask him a question. But what she saw startled her into concern
rather than curiosity.
Grandfather!” She rushed forward, drawing out her handkerchief to
wipe his tears away. The song was beautiful, yes, but it wasn’t a
song that should be cried over!
He smiled and let her wipe away his tears. “You are very kind. My
mother used to sing that song for me.” He didn’t need to say the
“Oh,” the girl
whispered. “I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t know,”
the old man reassured her, smiling. “Besides, I let that old box play every day, and you don’t see me crying all the time, do you?”
“No,” the girl answered, grinning. “You’re very cheerful.”
“Well that’s good,” he exclaimed. “I’m glad I didn’t grow up to be an old grump like my father did.”
They sat in silence for a few more minutes; she admiring the music box, and he gazing at the tea sets in the bookcase that he kept so well polished that the imperfections shone in the light.
“Do you want to know the real reasons behind the tea sets?” he asked suddenly, waking the girl from her short-lived reverie. “Why I look after them like I do? You have to promise not to laugh or walk away.”
The little one shrugged, but sidled up to her grandfather’s armchair. “Okay. Tell me.”
“Do you promise not to laugh?”
“I promise.” Her eyes gazed up at him, wide and trusting.
“It’s because I used to be one myself.”
The girl sat there, eyes wide, lips parted slightly in surprise. She wanted to ask if it was a joke, but the old man looked completely serious. And she was just at that age where she was learning to take care of herself, but still young enough to believe in fairy stories, if they were spun the right way.
The old man’s lips curled into a real, genuine smile, one that only children would understand. “Magic.”
“What happened?” the girl’s voice was barely a whisper.
“Well…sit back a little, and I’ll tell you,” the man replied. “I was your age when this story took place. It started with a spoiled prince, an old enchantress, and a young farm girl who saved us all…”
“You used to work at the castle?” the girl said after he had finished his tale.
“Well, it was mostly my mother; she was the head housekeeper. I followed in the steps of my father, became a potter, and when I had your father, I taught him as well. Hopefully your older siblings will carry on the family business for me.”
“I bet they will.” The girl slumped in her chair. But soon she straightened up again. “Was the queen really an inventor?”
“Best in the world,” he replied. “She’s the reason why you have a fountain behind your house for laundry.”
“Is the Enchantress still alive?”
“I have no idea. Probably.”
“Were the musicians really world-famous?”
“Of course they were. Why would they lie?”
“Maybe to gain favor with the prince.”
“No, they’ve been in the paper before. I have clippings, if you’re really that skeptical.”
“Wow…” For a moment she was lost in her own daydreams of what it would be like living with famous people. But then another thought stole her mind away. “Could Plumette really fly? Like a bird?”
“Even after the curse she could float for a while, if she wanted to.”
“What do you want me to say about him? The man was an eccentric old codger right up until the day he…” The man paused for a moment, lost in the past. “Until he died.”
The girl pondered the word in silence, while the other sat in his armchair, thinking of times and thoughts that his granddaughter would never understand, no matter how much she listened, or how much she learned. She would never learn to appreciate time as he had, especially now, after all these years. And he was the last one, the one given the most time to contemplate what had happened. Everyone else had already passed on.
Sometimes, they would come to him in his dreams, as young as he remembered them that day: newly human and full of happiness. Lumiere would ask him how old age was treating him, Chapeau would clap him on the back and comment on his family, his mother would wrap her arms around him and tell him how proud she was of him. How proud they all were of him.
But Cogsworth always told him the time, how time was running out. Tick-tock, there’s not much time left. And though he always asked what Cogsworth meant, the old majordomo never explained himself, only kept repeating the same thing over and over again. Even now, Cogsworth was still as incessant as a real clock.
And yet…though he had time well-spent…it never seemed like enough. Well, not until now, as his youngest grandchild sat next to him, visions of magic and curses dancing in her head, the very age he was when the curse was cast. Filled with the wonder of a story that would die with him.
“I have a special task for you, little one,” he murmured, and the girl’s eyes lit up.
“What is it?” she asked. “Whatever it is, I’ll do it.”
“Don’t forget the story I’ve told you today. Not a single word of it. Write it down somewhere, make it a book. And tell your grandchildren. And have them tell theirs.”
“All right,” the child said. “Is it that important?”
“I don’t want anyone to forget them,” he continued. “They taught me a lesson; I am sure they will teach others too. You’ve probably been told that nothing lasts forever, haven’t you?”
“That’s right,” she said. “Mother told me that.”
“Well…this story only happened in a moment, out of all the time in the world. And when I die, the days I’ve lived will disappear. But now that I’ve told you, you can tell other people, and those people can tell other people, and the story will last longer than any of us.”
He wasn’t much of a storyteller at this age, but he could do this much for his family. He didn’t live his whole life just to die without people really knowing what happened all those years ago. It wasn’t just some curse; lessons were learned, and love was restored to the castle.
“Okay. I promise I’ll do it. And my children will do it too.”
Chip smiled and closed his eyes. He could picture them now, in the castle, carrying out their duties, royalty and service alike. Some would call them ordinary, but to him they were the most important people in the world. They didn’t deserve to be fleeting. They deserved to live on. Through story, through song, through legend.
That’s how a moment lasts forever…when our song lives on.
He is a barman at Cameron Campbell’s cabaret. He is very cheerfull and chatty as ofen David is, so he will totally isten to you and all your problems. People trust him. Also he has a secret crush on Gwen…
Local pussy performs her songs in a cabaret. Used to date with Campbell but they broke up very soon. For now their relationships are weird and complicated (mostly because none of them can make the final decision). She knows about David’s crush and think what he is a “nice guy” but they can’t be together cuz SHE is a singer and HE is just a barman…
A child from very poor family who forced to work in a cabaret as a waiter to make some money for his family. He isn’t a good waiter… Sometimes he steals the wallets of visitors and of course he is punished for it.
Neil and Nikki
A science guy and a street girl who have no parents. They just hang out with Max and trying to come up with something that will help them to get rich (they just don’t wan’t to live in street, poor kids)
Ok, that’s all. And sorry what there is not so much updates from me recently. I just don’t have an inspiration for now :/ Hope you don’t mind these shitty scetches
Soooo :D after you all requested it (about 3 ppl did - but just let me exaggerate in peace) here is part 3 of Isak and Even doing trust excercises <3 it starts up right where part 2 ended so if you want to read those first: Part 1 / Part 2
When they stepped back from each other Isak looked over to Magnus and Vilde. Vilde had a frown on her face that changed into a too bright smile when she caught his gaze. Magnus looked a bit deflated when he saw how close Isak and Even had been. The other two had stopped close in front of each other when both decided this was as close as was comfortable, but there was still a hand length between their bodies.
They had been pretty happy with themselves (especially when most of the other couples had stopped a meter or further away from each other) until their eyes landed on Isak and Even. Who were obviously trying to morph into each other to be closer, toes stacked, noses pressed against each other, touching from chests to knees.
Even shot Mags an encouraging smile as the woman – maybe Lille? – announced the next test.
“Everyone, take one of these scarfs,” she said as she went around and handed each couple one of the colorful fabrics.
“I want the light blue one,” Even stage whispered to Isak who rolled his eyes with pure fondness.
“You’re a child, Even.” But nevertheless he hurried over to where the women was and plucked the light blue one from her arm (this got him a rewarding cheek kiss).
“Blindfold your partner and take your place behind them,” came the instruction. Even raised his brows at Isak and grinned.
“So, nothing new there,” he said as he turned his back to Isak who snorted at his words.
Magnus gave a high pitched “What?” at that which got ignored by the other three.
The next exercise was to guide your partner just with your voice through an obstacle course that the woman – Laura? God, he knew it had been something with L – placed on the ground in front of them.
While the woman talked on about how important it was to completely trust your partner for this Isak rested his hands on Even’s hips and his chin on Even’s shoulder. Even leaned into him a bit and tugged on one of Isak’s hands. He understood the gesture and wrapped his arms around Even’s middle.
When it was time to start Isak placed a quick kiss to the shoulder his chin had been resting on and untangled his arms from around him.
“Ok, go one step forward. For the record, we are talking about normal human-sized steps.” Even laughed and took a relatively moderate step forward.
“Don’t do any of your long spider steps.” This got Isak an offended scoff.
A fic about john wick getting jealous and ends
up slightly being some smut. 😏👌🏼👌🏼
Authors Note: Sorry anon, it’s not full smut but i think it’s good enough :D that’s for this prompt. i had such fun writing it! hope you enjoy!
Song: I Don’t Wanna Live Forever - Taylor Swift feat, Zyan
John Wick x Reader (smut)
I was furious, fuming, positively leaking smoke from my ears.
How dare he, how dare he, take a job
like that and put a hit on both of us. To make sure no one came after me he abandoned me in the Continental where
Winston was currently babysitting me. Babysitting
I was more than capable taking care of myself, being just as
capable as John in the field but according to him “, I need to take
precautions.” My fucking foot! Then he proceeded to deposit me unconscious in
one of the Continental hotel rooms. I had tried to leave but Winston and his
band of merry men prevented me from doing so, saying he was keeping me safe as
a favour to John.
Now here I was beyond irate, holding his note in my hand
with his scratchy handwriting saying he’ll be back later tonight after he takes
care of things. I crushed it in my fist and tossed it into the fireplace. I
could be there backing him up!
I looked to the clock, two o’clock in the morning. I spied
the unopened luggage I packed earlier the day sitting across from me when John tricked
me into thinking we were spending some alone time. That was until I found out
his plans. I stalked to the case and opened it, looking for the perfect dress
to wear to the Continental’s private bar lounge. Since he was going to have fun
without me, I’ll just have fun without him. I smirked to myself as I pulled out
the perfect dress and proceeded to get ready.
All eyes turned to me as I entered the lounge. I grinned to
myself. Oh, John how you were missing out. I spied an empty two seater table
and sat. A song I didn’t know was playing. The waiter arrived not too long
after to take my order “, gin.”
My drink arrived with a tall dark gentleman.
“May I help you?” I asked.
“Your drink,” he offered with a southern accent and placed
my glass on the table along with his “, may I?”
I gestured to the empty chair and crossed my legs. I flicked
my hair over my shoulder and leaned towards the table. The man’s eyes flicked
from my face to my cleavage.
“Like what you see?” I questioned, while stirring my drink.
He smiled like a viper “, never seen anything like it.”
I chuckled low and seductive. Oh, yes, this was going to be
fun. I took a sip from my drink, feeling the burning sensation slide down my
throat and into my stomach.
Someone cleared their throat by our table. I looked up into
a pair of lined, glass blue eyes. I felt the temper I had just calmed flare
back to life.
“Winston,” I gritted, through clenched teeth.
“Y/n… Reese,” greeted Winston.
My companion raised his glass to the hotel owner in response
and took a swing of the drink.
Winston turned his attention to me “, is this wise?”
I could feel my body beginning to heat back up, I ignored
Winston and turned my attention to the new song. Intense and rich the music
began followed by the male vocalist.
Been sittin’ eyes wide
open behind these four walls, hopin’ you’ll call
It’s just a cruel existence like it’s no point hopin’ at all
I looked back to him, a sweet smile plastered on my face “,
I’ve no idea what you’re talking about?”
Baby, baby, I feel
Up all night, all night and every day
Give me somethin’, oh, but you say nothin’
What is happenin’ to me?
He gave me a tight-lipped smile “, I just wanted to let you
know he’s back and looking for you.”
I glanced at my companion whose eyes were scanning the room
and politely not listening to our conversation. I doubted he’d be the kind to
have me under house arrest.
“Thank you,” I said dismissively and turned my attention
back to my male companion.
Winston moved off. I shimmied my chair closer to Reese, his
hazel eyes looked surprised.
I smiled dazzlingly at him “, I wasn’t hearing you properly
I don’t wanna live
‘Cause I know I’ll be livin’ in vain
John was in for a rude awakening when he saw me with this
stranger. I chuckled to myself. There was only a foot between our chairs. I
dropped my hand from the table onto his knee and leaned into him. His cologne
scratched my nose and I had to try very hard not to recoil.
Reese was handsome with gold flecked hazel eyes, chestnut
hair to match and a square jaw line coated with the slightest five o’clock
shadow. I spotted a fresh blackening bruise being hidden by the collar of his
crisp white shirt. I took my free hand and brushed it open and slid a finger
caressingly over the bruise.
And I don’t wanna fit
I just wanna keep callin’ your name
He chuckled, a lovely bass tone “, aren’t you a seductress,”
and leaned towards me.
“Is there another reason you’re sitting at my table then?”
Until you come back
I just wanna keep callin’ your name
Suddenly my heart fell. John flashed through my mind, that
was how we first met. He’d seen me, just I was now, sitting at a table by
myself and he’d ask me to dance.
Until you come back
I just wanna keep callin’ your name
“Um –,” I choked.
Until you come back
I was cut off by a deep husky voice, threatening death and
destruction “, there you are, thank you for keeping her company.”
Reese looked taken aback and sank back a fraction in his
seat. I could feel the menace and fury pouring out of the person behind me.
“Your welcome,” Reese replied and took a gulp from his
John’s hand wrapped around my arm, a silent command to
leave. Suddenly my eyes stung.
I smiled at Reese, while standing “, thank you for your
He nodded without looking in my direction. I let John lead
me from the room, everything was a blur. I entered the hotel’s elevator with
John behind me. I couldn’t face him so I kept my back turned to him.
“I took care of things,” he announced.
I nodded and silence followed.
“Don’t you have anything to say to me?” I croaked.
He didn’t respond. Slowly I turned to look at him, letting
my emotions spill down my face in black rivulets. He was so blurry, all I could
make out was his form.
“I’m not the one who was about to crawl into some stranger’s
lap,” he hissed.
“Jealous?!” I bellowed at him “, that’s exactly what
would’ve happened if you died you jackass!”
I gasped as I was slammed into the wall, I inhaled deeply,
my throat tight.
“Yes!” he roared “, is that what you wanted to hear? That I
was jealous that the woman I love and wanted to protect was looking like she
was about to run off with some strange man.”
I opened my mouth to counter but he continued.
“And I walked in to see you wearing this dress and him and
every other man in the room eye fucking you!”
The tears continued to run, dripping off my chin and onto my
“I was so worried about you,” I sobbed “, I needed you to
feel the same pain I felt when you left me. I love you so, so much John.”
My heart clenched in my chest. I would give my life for him
and him for me but, locking me up in this place had hurt me. I felt like he
didn’t trust me or think I was capable enough.
His thumb brushed away my spilt tears “, I am sorry for
leaving you but I don’t regret it.”
He kissed my forehead tenderly, then each eye. I looked up
at him he was still a little blurry but getting clearer, I cupped his cheek and
traced his worried and pained face with my other hand.
“I’m sorry too,” I murmured.
He kissed my nose and I giggled. He smiled, a little light
pouring back into his face chasing away the pain. Gently he brought his lips to
mine in a tender kiss. His arms wrapped around my waist, lifting me a few
inches from the floor. I draped my arms over his neck, one of my hands fisting
into his midnight hair.
The kiss deepened, his tongue in my mouth tracing my lower
lip, probing and thrusting. He broke from my mouth and traced my jaw line. His
lips sucked a path down my neck leaving a line of possessive bruises in its
wake. I threw my head back and it banged into the gold elevator wall.
“Ouch,” I moaned.
I banded my legs around his waist and ground on his growing
erection. He groaned into my ear at the friction and pushed me into the wall,
hiking my dress up and grinding into my core eliciting a hiss of pleasure from
My hands freely roamed his back, running over his arms,
chest and grasping his ass. Tight and firm. Delicious. My hands went back to
his hair, the strands sliding silkily through my fingers. Roughly he grasped
the strap of my dress to push it from my shoulder. I felt it snap but I didn’t
care. John freed my right breast and sucked a nipple into his mouth. I moaned
at the wet velvety contact of his tongue and rolled my hips against his
hardened cock. He paused and shuddered against my body.
“Like that big boy?” I whispered into his ear as I sucked my
own mark of ownership into his pale neck.
I rutted my hips against him and pulled at his shirt but
gave up and attacked his belt, needing him in me.
The elevator bell dinged, I hopped off John and did my best
to straighten my clothes. The doors opened to reveal Winston.
Winston entered the elevator with a cocked eyebrow and a
knowing smile “, John… y/n, I hope I’m not interrupting something”
“No, not at all,” we replied in unison.
Winston smiled and turned his back to us.
I caught sight of our reflection in the mirrored wall. I did
my best to stifle a laugh. John’s hair was sticking out at all angles, ruby lipstick
streaked across his lips and rained down his chest along with purple bruises.
His tie was about to fall off his neck, his shirt also bore my lips mark, three
of the first buttons were on the floor and his shirt tails were hanging out his
pants. John’s belt was undone and his large tattooed hands were clasped over
the tent in his pants.
I was worse, looking like a truck had run over me – twice.
My hair was netted and frizzy. I had raccoon eyes, black tracks ran down my
face, my lipstick was smudged half across my face and down my neck. So much for
the label saying it was none transferable. The left strap for the low cut,
black, spaghetti strapped body con dress was broken. Red and blue marks
decorated my neck like an elaborate necklace.
John caught my eyes in the mirror and smiled. I ducked my
head feeling a bit of heat creep into my cheeks. His hand found mines and
The elevator dinged, opened and Winston stepped out.
He turned, a smirk on his lined features “, it makes no
sense wishing you a good night but, I must ask that you please keep the noise
level at minimum for the other guests.”
“Of course, Winston, good night,” replied John, still
holding my hand.
“I’m not the one who’s going to have a good night,” Winston
said with a wink.
The elevator bell sounded and the doors closed. I looked up
at John who was already looking at me, lust coating his features.