It’s interesting too that Yellow Pearl and Blue Pearl aren’t caught unaware by the wave of Blue hitting them. Rather than express shock, they’re trying to maintain their composure as well.
They’ve likely seen this before and have experienced it as well.
Blue Pearl more than Yellow, which might be why she can hold it together a little better.
Even the Zircons below don’t express surprise the way Steven did when BD’s tears first started coming out of his eyes. At the same time, they’ve sobered up and we’re left without the taunting and face-making from earlier in the episode. This means they’ve either heard rumours of or witnessed this in the past.
What I do want to point out is the reverberating sound that comes when Blue cries. That unique ding is probably what induced the crying and Lars is unaffected by it.
That must mean that Blue’s powers, and similar gem abilities work with the use of sound waves that affect other gems via their gemstones or light bodies.
A friend of mine recently bought a second hand laptop from a busy garage sale, the seller said that the thing won’t turn on. Being the nerd that he is, my friend got it working and found a strange letter saved on it. He mailed it to me after I asked him if I could share it here. So here goes:
I’m writing to you to tell you that I know everything that you do not want me to know. I know you must dread hearing this- especially coming from me, but I really need you to listen to what I have to say.
rang in the pocket of your jacket making you jump by surprise. You answered the
call before showing your index to your friend Archie, meaning that it would
only take a minute.
is (y/n) speaking.”
(y/n), how are you?” You instantly recognised the groggy voice behind the
I’m good! What about you?” From the corner of your eye, you would’ve swore you
saw Archie rolling his eyes.
So, what are you up to this evening? I thought we maybe could’ve hung out
tonight. You know, me, you, at Pop’s?” You chuckled lightly.
Juggie, I was planning on spending the night with Archie… You can tag along
if you want? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” A small sigh made its way into your
ear. You had to admit that you spent a lot of your recent time with your new
red-haired friend. Jughead still occupied the position of best friend. He
didn’t have to worry about it.
we’ll do something together tomorrow, alright?” It was silence for a while
before you heard back,
sure.” You pursed your lips, mentally cursing yourself. It wasn’t the first
time that you had turned down your best of friend for Archie. Lately it had
been happening more than before. It made you feel like the worst pal.
With that, Jughead hung up. You understood how he felt. It wasn’t right that
you weren’t spending as much time with him.
wasn’t it?” You looked up and saw Archie sprawled across the black beanbag in
your bedroom. His hands were attached on the new acoustic guitar his dad had
got him for his birthday. You nodded and played with the sleeves of you
sweater. Your friend continued strumming the strings of his instrument.
wrote this song last week, and I wanted to know what you thought about it. I’ve
been trying to talk to Josie about her playing some of my compositions, but
she’s not that into it. You’re her friend, right? Maybe you could listen to it
and try to talk to her?” He asked questioningly.
go ahead.” His fingers moved to the tuners and accorded them as his other hand
rested on the waist of the guitar. A few seconds later, a pleasant melody
filled the room. Archie then started singing the lyrics he had written. The
song wasn’t bad at all. In fact, it was quite catchy. The redhead friend of
yours had talent. Before Archie could go on, you blurted out something you soon
probably spend the day with him tomorrow.” The small tune that Archie had
started suddenly came to an end. Archie hadn’t spoken to Jughead since this
summer. The tree of you and Betty we’re supposed to go on a road trip the
fourth of July but Archie left you hanging at the last minute. Since then, the
boys stopped talking completely. When you mentioned one of them to the other, you saw the irritation and
annoyance in their expression.
you were coming to my game tomorrow. I’m playing in the varsity football team
this year, remember?” You bet your lip and fiddled your hair with your
Arch. I haven’t seen Jughead in a while now and I don’t want him to feel like I
stopped being his friend. I’m making a vow that I’ll show up to your next game,
how about that?”
it always have to be about him? Everything constantly has to be about
Jughead.” Your were caught off guard by the sudden raise in his voice.
not it… I’m just trying to do what’s best here.”
ditching me at the last minute, that’s how your making things better? I didn’t
think of you as an inconsiderate and selfish person.” He replied bitterly. In
all the time of you guy’s friendship, you had never seen this side of Archie.
Usually, he would be sweet and just shrug off any problem that faced his way.
But the words he had just told you, they hurt your heart. Your eyes were
starting to fill up with tears and your bottom lip started quivering.
spent all my time with you for the last month. You. Not Jughead. Why are you
treating me like this?”
what? I don’t want to spend any more of my time with you right now.” With
that, Archie got up and left you alone in your room. Without even noticing, a
trail of tears had made its way down your cheeks. A sob escaped your mouth and
your hands covered your face as you poured your heart out. You laid in your bed
and continued crying.
It was all
your fault. Archie now hated you and would probably never talk to you again.
Why did you had to be so stupid? If only you had kept your mouth shut. Maybe he
still would have been on that beanbag, singing.
an hour later, you heard the wooden creek of your door meaning that someone was
coming in. You didn’t even move, your pillow pressed against your face. The
mattress shifted to the side from the sudden weight that it now had on it. You
felt a piece of your hair being put behind your ear. You smiled at the sweet
gesture and assumed it was your mother. You slowly got up and saw Jughead
sitting beside you. Automatically, you vaulted in his arms tearing up once
It’s going to be okay.” He rubbed your back comfortingly. Your forehead was
against his chest, his two upper limbs protectively holding you. Your eyes were
probably red from all the crying but you couldn’t care less. You continued
sobbing in his chest until you eventually felt calmer.
are you here?” You asked with a small voice. Jughead gently whipped your cheek
with his thumb.
saw Archie leave in a rush and realized that you two probably had a fight. She
heard you crying and thought that you would be more willing to speak about it
with me than her.” You grinned at the boy.
your shirt.” You noticed, and felt guilty.
to worry about (y/n/n). I never liked that jersey anyway.” You giggle with
your best friend. You sniffed and observed Jughead who his face was only about
a foot away from you. You had to admit that he was good looking. His prefect
blue eyes were mesmerising and his pink lips appeared so kissable. Forever you
considered the boy as nothing more than a platonic relationship to you. Never
had you ever felt anything for him. But in that moment, something clicked. Jughead
wasn’t only a friend to you, not even a best friend. A stronger feeling overwhelmed your body. You
felt love. You loved Jughead Jones.
He was the one who your mother called when you were sad. He was the one who came rushing to
your house as soon as your mother hung up. He was the one who was holding you and
comforting you, whispering sweet nothing to you as you were crying. He
was the one who was there for you.
He raised his eyebrows at you.
You asked yourself in your mind if it was the right time to confess your
feelings towards him. Your breathing started quickening as the anxiety rose in
I-” He watched you with intending eyes, indicating to continue your phrase.
“I think I
love you.” Jughead eyeballed you, astonished at your revelation. He quietly
answered, almost inaudible for you to hear.
“I think I
love you too.” He leaned towards you and slowly pressed his lips to yours.
Fireworks were going off in your stomach. The heaviness on your shoulders
disappeared. In this moment, nothing else mattered in the world. Both of your
lips moved in sync as you played with his raven locks. His arms pulled you
closer to him, leaving no space between you two. Jughead backed away and kissed
every each of your face, including your cheeks, temple and chin.
the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He whispered in your ear. You gave
him a last long peck on the lips before saying,
want to lay down and cuddle with me?” He moved his head up and down calmly and
took a blanket that was already on the bed to cover you. Cuddling was not
something new for the both of you. You had always cuddled together, and
whenever. His hand ran through your hair bringing a comforting and fuzzy
feeling. His body pressed behind your back and his hot breath was tingling your
neck. Before you even knew it, you and Jughead had fallen in a deep slumber,
both dreaming about each other.
“You guys have no idea how hurt she is that you basically threw her to the curb and left her like that.” I looked at all seven of the men who stood before me after Y/N had ran to her room and closed the door behind her.
“Why are you interfering? What did you say to her to get her to hate us like this?” Jungkook stood before me, squaring up as if he was ready to throw a punch. But I took a step back.
The Avengers Preference - His Reaction to You Getting Hurt
would be unnaturally calm. Everyone was fully aware that the only reason Bruce
had agreed to stay with the Avengers in the first place was because of you – he
loved and adored you more than words can describe – and so you getting hurt
would crush him. But when you did get hurt during a mission, the team was
surprised when they didn’t get any incoming calls saying that ‘the big guy’ had
been unleashed at the Avengers facility. Instead, when they arrived back, he
wouldn’t come rushing to the quinjet to see you but instead he’d be in the
operating room. He’d have set up everything himself for you when you arrived
and have gotten all the best and most trusted doctors and surgeons to be there
to examine and operate on you. He knew what would be best for you and that was
for him to step back and let a team of professionals work on you – no matter
how much he wanted to cry and get angry at the team, he couldn’t. He had to
stay calm for you – he had to be there when you woke up, smiling comfortingly
and ready to look after you.
would panic. He’s never had a girl that he’s cared so deeply for so when he’d
hear that you were hurt, he wouldn’t know what to do except begin saying “oh my
god” over and over again. Eventually, it’d take the entire team to get him to
calm down and reassure him that they’ve gotten medics to you – but as soon as
he sees you he’d sprint to your side and start rambling and trying to ask you
what he can do for you to help you. You’d have to be the calm one in these
situations and tell him to just be there for your injuries are taken care of
and he’d do just that – being at your side day and night, carrying you from
place to place, running baths for you and doing all your errands. He’d treat you
like the most fragile object but it’d be because he cares about you.
would be very assertive and agent-like about the situation. He’s been an agent
of a long time so he knows the risks of dating someone who has the same career
as him – that’s why he’d act more like an agent than a boyfriend when you get
hurt. But it wouldn’t take an expert to see the fear in his eyes and the casual
crack in his voice; he’d want to cry or even go out of his way to avenge you
but he knew what his job was. But as soon as the two of you were left alone and
there were no more doctors or other agents coming in to check on you, Clint
would lose it and tear up while telling you over and over again how much he
loves you and doesn’t want you to ever scare him like that again.
getting hurt would stress out Pietro. He’d be constantly running a hand through
his hair and he’d pace ever so slowly around the room, waiting until there was
news about your condition. He’d blame himself for not being there to look out
for you and then he’d begin blaming other team members for not protecting you
better. Wanda would do her best to calm her brother down but she knew he
wouldn’t be fully okay until he saw that you were safe himself. When he did
finally see you, he’d smile and tell you that he knew all along that you were
going to be fine and that he wasn’t at all stress – but you knew he was
would act as if he was totally cool about the situation but his voice squeaked
for an update on your condition. Everyone knew though that under his tough
exterior, Sam was terrified – you were the first girl he ever got nervous
around and he did just about anything you asked him to. He cared about you more
than he showed and when Tony thought it’d be funny to test this theory, he told
Sam he was worried that your condition may worsen and Sam broke the glass he
was holding. When he finally did see you, Sam would crumble at your bed side
and tell you how happy he was he you were doing okay and that he so scared that
the worst had happened to you. He made you promise not to tell anyone about
what his reaction to finally seeing you was though.
wasn’t exactly calm when the news was broken to him that you’d been hurt during
a mission. He’d go rushing through the Avengers facility, breaking down doors
along his way, until he finally reached the landing space where you’d be
arriving. He’d get a full mission report from the agents that arrived with you,
wanting to know what had gone wrong and who there was to blame for this because
there had to be someone to blame for
this. He’d try not to get annoyed with you when, even in your state, you
jokingly tease him and tell him to calm down because you’re fine. Steve would
insist on staying by your bed side and doing whatever he could to make you as
comfortable as possible – he’d even use his Captain tone of voice on you from
time to time so you got that he was being very serious about the situation.
may overreact and have one too many surgeons and doctors on standby when you
arrive back at the Avengers facility. He’d pace outside your door, not wanting
to disturb the doctors as they examine you, mumbling to himself and ignoring
anyone that wasn’t one of the doctors who tried to calm him down. He’s handled
a lot in his life time but nothing has frightened him as much as finding out
that you’ve been hurt – he’d even begun to come up with all the people he’ll ring
in any case that it could turn out to be that could look after you. When T’Challa
is told that he can see you and that you’ll be alright and just need a bit of
bed rest, he’d begin to tell you a list of reasons as to why you should never
go out on a mission again and that he can safely support you in whatever you do
for the rest of your life.
team would approach Thor carefully when it’s discovered that you’re hurt – they
wouldn’t be too sure as to how he would react but like they originally thought,
he does flip out. Thor would break many things on his way to get to you,
demanding to know who hurt you and becoming determined to (no pun intended)
avenge you. He also welcomes you to join him, if you like, to destroy whoever
it was that hurt you but you’d assure him that there was no need to do that. He’d
say ‘okay, fine’ and then he’d start telling you that you should come live in
Asgard where you won’t ever be hurt again. He’d then tell you after this that
he’ll still try to avenge you.
isn’t the best at expressing his emotions but it’s clearly written on his face
how worried he is. It’s not a secret that he loves you more than anything in
the world so he decides he’ll do everything for you to help you get better – he’ll
even create your own Iron Man suit that’ll get you to and from the bathroom.
Rhodey buys him a pink apron after you get better because Tony legitimately becomes
your personal assistant; always making you coffee and tea himself, trying to
make cakes for you (and then buying one after he fails but pretends he made it)
and changing your bandages for you. He’s completely smitten with you and you
having a near-depth experience has just made him adore you more.
A/N: I WANTED TO WRITE SOME FLUFF ABOUT STEVE FOR THE LONGEST TIME. I CAN’T BELIEVE I HAVEN’T WRITTEN ANYTHING SOONER!! I’m eating MnMs and honestly, I’m really happy right now.
Title: By a Window
Pairing: Steve (Harrington) x reader
Word Count: 610
Warnings: Kinda fluff, kinda angst, cursing, super cuddly Steve!!
You sat by your window, the rain pattering against the glass. It was warm in your room, cozy and comfortable. You were cuddled up into a La-Z-Boy crying softly to yourself over how mean Billy was to you. After school, he insulted you and called you names - just like he usually does - but he took it a bit to far when he started to throw a punch at you. If it weren’t for Steve catching Billy’s fist, then you were sure you would’ve had a black eye. You were too in shock to do anything, so you ran home in the rain - not caring about getting wet. Steve ran after you but found himself being thrown to the ground by Billy. You looked back at Steve, watching him throw punches at Billy, but you didn’t stop running.
Once you got home, you changed your clothes, getting into something more comfortable. Then you started to cry, the tears rolling down your face like the rain pouring outside. You pulled your knees up to your chest and bit your lip, willing yourself to stop crying over someone stupid like Billy. Now here you are, refusing to believe that you had left Steve to get beaten up by Billy fucking Hargrove. You thought that Billy was stupid, but Steve proved that someone could be even more stupid by protecting you from him. You turned your head to the side wanting nothing more than to wish the whole world away until you heard knocking at your window.
You looked to the glass and met eyes with a certain brunette who used Fabergé Organics and four puffs of Farrah Fawcett spray. He was dripping wet from the rain, his hair was drenched and raindrops dripped from the tip of his nose. His lip was busted and bleeding, his cheek blue and bruised. He’d gotten a good beating.
“Permission to enter, y/n?” He grinned at you through the window.
“Hey,” Michael says, looking at him with a grin. They’re sitting next to each other in front of the tv, controllers in their hands. Jeremy turns to look at Michael who’s facial expression betrays no emotion. Michael tilts his head to the side, opens his mouth and without moving his lips says, “You’re on my side right?”
Jeremy immediately gets the sinking feeling that there’s something terribly wrong but he can’t understand why. “Yeah of course dude.” He swallows, he doesn’t know why it comes out so monotone. “We’re never not gonna be a team.”
The scene changes and he’s in the mall. There’s a hand on his shoulder and he doesn’t have to look to know who it is. What it is, his mind supplies for him. He looks anyway, The Squip is looking down on him, it seems to be larger than it ever was before and suddenly Jeremy can’t move.
You’re nothing without me.
The words echo in his head, it’s the Squip’s voice but the Squip next to him doesn’t seem to be talking. It just stares, eyes boring down into him while putting pressure on the hand still on Jeremy’s shoulder. He want’s to shrug it off, wants to step away, run as far as he can get, but his feet won’t obey him. He’s stuck in place, he can’t even turn his eyes away from the Squip’s gaze.
You’re terrible. Horribly pathetic.
He wants to slump down, look down at his feet avoid those empty eyes, but whatever force is keeping him in place won’t even let him do that. His back is straight and he’s staring right back at the Squip. The pose does nothing to mimic how he’s feeling and that loss of control makes him want to scream.
You have one redeeming factor in your life Jeremy Heere and you don’t deserve it.
He wants to scream. Cry. Yell. Do something to make it stop. He knows what’s coming next and he doesn’t want to hear it, would rather hear anything else in that moment than what the Squip is about to tell him.
Sweet Michael. He stood by your side while you were busy pushing him into it. All alone. Completely ignored. What a wicked way to treat your favorite person Jeremy.
“You… made me do that.” Whatever spell is upon him seems to loosen it’s hold. He can’t move, can’t turn his head away but he can speak. Speak words he doesn’t truly believe, but words nonetheless. “Made me…Michael…” he whimpers. Suddenly the Squip’s grip is gone and he’s no longer towering over Jeremy. It’s like he’s vanished into thin air and not three meters behind where the Squip was just standing is Michael. Jeremy slumps as though his strings have been cut, crashing down on his knees, feeling no pain. “Michael,” his voice is pleading but the expression on Michael’s face doesn’t tell him if he’s heard jeremy. “Michael,” he repeats and his voice is nothing more than a sob, “Michael I’m-” as if the word had been plucked off his tongue it’s gone. He tries again but it’s like he’s choking on it. Michael only watches him, does nothing but look down at where Jeremy is groveling in front of him.
You can’t fix this Jeremy. You were the one who ruined things in the first place and you can’t even do this simple thing.
He can’t tell if there are tears but he knows he’s crying, he knows he feels like his world is being torn apart. Michael hates him, and he can’t even begin to fix it. He’s repeating Michael’s name like a mantra, pleading with him to understand, to pick up on what he’s trying to say.
The next voice that echoes in his head isn’t the Squip’s.
You left me.
I was all alone.
He sobs until his throat is sore.
After everything we’ve been through-
He doesn’t know what he’s saying anymore, only knows he’s in pain. His chest hurts, he’s not sure if he can breathe, not sure if he deserves to.
-and now you can’t even say sorry.
You’re a monster Jeremy.
“Jeremy wake up.”
He startles awake to a rough shake of his shoulders. He grapples with the arms of whoever’s holding him down, his eyes refuse to focus on whats in front of him and it takes too long for him to return enough to his body to realize where he is and who’s with him.
“Michael…” he whispers hoarsely, and the tears return to him. Or maybe they never left. He looks up at Michael’s wide eyes, filled with fear and concern, and feels himself cry harder. Loud sobs tear out of his throat as he unwillingly relaxes his grip on Michael’s arms. In return Michael pulls away from Jeremy’s shoulders, now secure in the fact that Jeremy won’t hurt either of them. His hands hover uncertainly over Jeremy as if he’s unsure what to do.
“Jeremy…” he whispers softly, his voice is smooth and warm in all the ways Jeremy doesn’t deserve and the sobs that wreck his body become more frantic, until he feels like he can’t catch his breath.
“I’m sorry,” he wails and sees Michael’s own eyes filling with tears, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it wouldn’t let me say it but I’m sorry.” Michael stops hesitating and shifts closer, lays himself down next to Jeremy, so that they’re facing each other.
“I know,” he whispers, not trusting his voice, “I know you’re sorry, I hear you, I forgive you Jeremy.” He lets out a quiet sh sound and reaches up to stroke Jeremy’s hair and presses a kiss on top of his forehead. “You’ve already said you’re sorry, and I’ve already forgiven you, Jer. We’re good,” he reminds. He hushes softly when Jeremy starts to hiccup and forces his arm under Jeremy’s body so he can pull the other close. Jeremy responds by clutching the front of Michael’s pajama t-shirt and pushing closer so that he can nuzzle into Michael’s neck. His entire body is trembling with emotion and he’s still sniffling forcefully, but the sobs have stopped and he’s breathing okay now. Michael will take what he can get.
“I’m sorry…” Jeremy repeats again, his voice barely a whimper and Michael can feel his heart threatening to shatter. He swallows down the lump of emotion that swells up in his throat and only squeezes Jeremy’s body tighter.
note: I kind of decided to start this out of the blue. There are days when I want to write, but I don’t necessarily know what, so that’s why I’m starting this. They won’t be everyday or on a schedule, just purely to test out different aus and such. But yeah, hope you guys enjoy! ♡
It had been exactly two hours and twenty-seven minutes of torturous silence.
The only sound that managed to break through was the low hum of the car engine as the landscape turned into miles and miles of endless trees lining both sides of the road. Not even the radio was playing in an attempt to stunt the pained thoughts that you couldn’t seem to stop from cycling through your mind.
One more day. That’s it. That’s all you have left together.
It’s not mother’s day where I come from, but since it is in a shitload of countries…Well, I wrote something with the batfamily about it (I wrote it in litteraly 10 minutes, writing as words came to my mind, and didn’t proof read, sorry if there’s mistakes, and if it’s meh). Hope you’ll like it, don’t hesitate to tell me what you think, feedbacks are always appreciated :
It was 6 am when they came back from patrol. As usual, they found you asleep in Bruce’s giant chair, in front of the batcomputer, waiting for them to come back.
You would usually wake up at the sound of their arrival, however today, you were in a deep slumber…You had quite a difficult and busy week. Bruce, knowing that, stopped Damian from waking you up.
He couldn’t blame the boy though. He was too excited…it was his first “Mother’s Day” after all. Damian annoyed his brothers all night, asking for advice about what he was suppose to do on that day, and once he understood the purpose of it, got really excited about showing you how much you meant to him…But right now, you needed your sleep.
To be honest, they all needed sleep. It could wait a few hours.
Raising you delicately in his arms, Bruce took you back to the master’s bedroom. You didn’t stir when he laid you in bed, and you didn’t even react to the sound of him taking a shower. When he slipped in bed, you went to snuggle against him, but he realized that it was more a reflex than you being awake, and with a small smile on his face, he wrapped his arms around you and soon, he was asleep too.
The smell of eggs and bacon is what woke you up. And Bruce’s groans.
You opened one eye, and then the other, slowly, sleep still fogging your vision a bit. You weren’t sure what were those four forms at the end of your bed…
-I sure hope you guys aren’t naked under the cover, cause that’s a sight I don’t wanna see right after waking up.
It’s been the longest month of her life and she has a million
things on the tip of her tongue she’s dying to say and confess, but not whilst
everyone is around. And not whilst Dan has the biggest smile on his lips as he
looks down at his phone a couple of minutes later.
“Who are you texting, Howell? We’re all right here!” someone
jokes, and Dan laughs and holds up his hands in surrender.
“Just Phil” he replies, the smile never once faltering.
“Y/N! That was terrible!” A voice hollered from
the other side of the gym.
You exhaled deeply, and brushed your hand across your
forehead, ridding your skin of the sweat that had accumulated there.
“Do it again!”
You slowly moved to the other side of the mat and poised
yourself at the start position. Taking a breath, you began running, before
planting your hands onto the ground. You pushed off the mat, turning in a round
off. Pressured, you moved into a high back hand spring before propelling
yourself into a double back sault. You instantly knew that you underestimated
your height as you spun. When you landed, your right foot hit the mat at a
different time to your left foot, making you stumble a little. You stabilised
yourself quickly, but your coach had already seen it.
“Not good enough, Y/N!” He yelled, walking
over, with his hands on his hips firmly.
He was wearing the same outfit he wore almost
everyday-red jacket, blue tracksuit, sunglasses and brown hair swooped back
slightly. To be perfectly honest, you thought he looked pretty hot in that
ensemble, but there was no time to think about that because he was criticising
you again, loudly.
I saw a lot of stuff in my youth that I found to be scary, but these are things that will to this day give me goose bumps if I think about them in the middle of the night. So here we go; here are my personal top 4 animated movies/shows that scarred me as a child. 8D
The Groke - UGH!! The scene below in particular scared the shEATTT out of me as a child!! And Sniff´s Finnish screams did not make the thing any less terrifying. But today, having read the Moomin books and all, I think the Groke as a character is more tragic than scary. (ノдヽ)
The ghost in the light house - The mere memory of this scene can make me cry. Not those “I’m so scared” tears, but those “Just thinking about ghosts” tears, if you know what I mean. If anybody knows what that phenomenon is called then send me a PM, I would love to know.
The Simpsons (1989-present)
More specifically these two:
“Nightmare Cafeteria” - I loved the Halloween specials as a kid, eve though I might have been to young for them. But the story about the teachers eating the students left a very big (negative) impression in little me.
“Terror at 5 ½ Feet”. There was simply something absolutely horrifying about this little monster to me. I was genuinely afraid of it. But what made the whole episode worse was how nobody would believe Bart when he tried to warn everybody about it. This story gave me nightmares for years.ヽ ( ꒪д꒪ )ﾉ
The Great Mouse Detective (1986)
In this case it´s the opening scene that really got to be when I saw this back in the day. The creepy atmosphere, the music, the shadow fight, the silence after the battle, the little mouse girl’s cries for her dad, and of course, this mothafukka. I would always hide under my blankest when the movie started. (O_Q)
I saw this movie very few times when it came out, but the scene when Dr Jekyl transforms into Mr Hyde never left my mind. It was brilliantly animated and storyboarded, but maybe too well because I lost my shit whenever the movie got to this point. UVÄ!! Still gives me shivers!! DX
From what I can gather apparently my main fear as a kid was monsters of different kinds. That explians very well why I also hated “The Gremlins”. :o But today I would say that the paranormal (and fish) are the things I’m the most afraid of. :P
If you have your own horror stories to share then feel free to do so in the comments or make post yourself. Don´t forget to tag me in it so I can join the crying. ;D
in Prague with a friend this week and I put this on schedule so lets hope it
Requested to use the line “because I love you, that’s why.” Be aware this has a
trigger warning, so think twice before reading. Also, I would love to hear
feedback on this because I am honestly so fucking nervous.
Hearing someone you love cry, is probably the worst
feeling in the world. The worst kind of pain I’ve ever experienced. I felt her pain.
Deep in my chest. In every fibre of my body. With every dense heart beat. I
felt it. Hearing her desperate sore cries from the other side of the door, it
killed me inside. Left me numb and frozen.
Warnings: Dom themes, marijuana usage, inappropriate step-siblings stuff, very light dubcon.
Summary: Step brother, fuck buddy… They were one and the same now. But what started out as some mindless fucking game, quickly turns into something much more difficult and complex.
Note: If you read all this, you deserve a kookie, forreal. The other BTS members feature in this (briefly) and SHOUTS OUT TO TOP FOR MAKING AN APPEARANCE. Also, to clear things up, I switched the ages around and Jungkook is a year older than the OC, Taehyung and Jimin. The three of them are seniors in high school and Jungkook graduated last year so he don’t go to school with them anymore. OH AND THE FIRST SCENE IS INSPIRED BY BLACK SWAN THE MOVIE. LOL BYE.
Humiliation washed over you like a fucking Tsunami. Your chest was heavy, palms sweaty, heart pounding, eyes stinging with tears, bottom lip quivering and a lump in your throat that was disabling you from speaking.
Choi Seunghyun was an esteemed dance director - known all over the country and the day you auditioned and were accepted into his Studio, to say you were thrilled was a complete understatement. He was every bit professional, focused and dedicated to the art of making well-rounded ballerinas like yourself. Yes, he was tough and ruthless and sometimes even cruel when it came to instructing, never really even cracking a smile, just one hundred percent intent on working hard with his students - but that kind of behavior was what crafted good, professional dancers.
However… With your entire year of knowing him and being his student, you never knew he could be this cruel. After all your hard work, endless hours practicing in the studio, basically living, breathing and eating ballet all for the sake of the lead position in the upcoming show - he had the nerve to take it away from you.
You were utterly shocked and mortified by the words that had come out of his mouth.
hairs stuck to your forehead as another wave of agonizing pain shoot through
your entire body. A throaty groan left your lips, your head falling back into
the furs you were lying on – they were rigid and irritated your soft skin, but
it was the least of your problems. You propped yourself on your elbows when the
pain subsided, knowing very well that another hit was coming within seconds.
You growled as the little
brunette thrall put a wet cloth on your burning shoulders, scaring her off –
but you couldn’t care less, another wave was coming sooner than expected. And gods this one hit you hard. You barely registered the words of
the old woman kneeling between your parted legs as you felt a sudden urge to push. And so you did, with all your
force. Gritting your teeth and shutting your eyes you focused on this sole
action, praying to the gods, begging them to deliver you from the pain. But as
the sigh that left the woman’s chapped lips reached your ears you knew it was
all for nothing and let yourself fall back down, defeated.
It’s been hours and you haven’t
progressed at all. A loud sob ripped through you, tears filling your eyes and
blurring your vision. Your hands flew to your hair, grabbing it tightly and
pulling at it in frustration. You couldn’t
Shaking your head, you
whimpered. You could feel their eyes on you, filled with worry and pity. Looking down you caught the old
woman’s gaze. Her grey eyebrows were furrowed but she managed to give you a
small smile, trying to comfort you.
“I- ” Your throat was dry and
ached after all the crying and screaming – whole Kattegat must have heard you. You
winced, swallowing down trying to sooth it. “I can’t do it.”
“Y/N, we’re almost there. You’re
doing so-” She said calmly, her hand rubbing circles into your calf but you cut
You knew it was a lie. You’ve been lying here,
exposed, since this morning. Resting in the middle of the cabin in the same
position, pushing over and over, to no avail. You were exhausted, your limbs
felt numb and you could barely move. You just wanted to get it over with, but you
couldn’t do it alone.
“No.” You snapped. “I can’t do
it on my own. I need him.” You
watched her exchange a look with one of the thralls, a petite redhead you did
not even recognise. After a few painfully long seconds she nodded towards the
door and you let out a long breath, relieved that your husband was going to be
there, by your side, in a moment.
Just as the door opened, the
muscles in your core tightened – pain taking over your body once again. Your
eyes widened, alarmed, and you looked up to the ceiling shaking your head vigorously.
No, no, no. Tears ran down your face
as you tried, one more time, to push the child out. You were so close to giving
up, so close to yelling at all the thralls and the healer to get out and leave you alone when a warm hand gripped yours, making you lift you
Your eyes met with icy blue ones
and you smiled tiredly as your husband moved closer to you, sitting on the furs
and letting you rest your head on his lap.
“I’m so sorry.” You said as the
contraction passed. Closing your eyes you rubbed your cheek against the harsh
material of his pants, taking in the familiar scent of your man.
“Don’t be, you’re doing great.”
He praised, his voice unusually calm. A warm feeling spread in your chest when
you looked up at Ivar. His eyes were full of love, admiration and a hint of
what you believed was concern.
But seeing him here, holding your hand tightly
as he brushed your hair away from your face with the other, gave you strength.
And for the first time since it all started, you were ready for the next blow.
“I love you.” You whispered as you felt it
coming, starting in your stomach then moving down. You shut your eyes closed,
squeezing your husband’s hand as you pushed for the umpteenth time. Bending
down, Ivar’s lips ghosted over your sweaty forehead.
“You’re doing amazing, love.” He kissed you
softly, his free hand massaging your scalp. “Just like that, you’re almost
done.” He smiled as the old woman between your legs gave him a firm nod,
letting him know it was working. So he kept on talking to you, whispering sweet
words only for you to hear. Encouraging and praising you, telling you how proud
of you he was and how impatient he was to meet your child. Your child. A little human being that you have created.
It only took a few more pushes, a few more
minutes, and all of sudden you felt empty.
Panicked, you opened your eyes and immediately looked up to your husband. But
he wasn’t looking at you, his eyes were focused on something else, his mouth
agape. And then you heard it, the loudest yet the most comforting cry you’ve
ever heard. You barely had time to react, to move, when the child was placed on
“It’s a boy.” The healer said softly before
standing up, mentioning to all the slaves to follow her out, leaving you and
your husband alone with your new born son.
“He’s beautiful.” You said after a couple of
minutes, running your finger gently down his cheek. And he truly was, even
covered in your blood. A soft laugh left your parted lips as your son fussed in
your arms, getting into a more comfortable position before settling down. He
was gorgeous. The prettiest baby you have
ever seen. You could look at him for hours.
You pulled yourself up higher, resting your
back against Ivar’s chest, and you sat there in the dimly lit room.
The calming silence was cut by a soft whimper
coming from your left. You turned slowly, careful not to frighten the little
bundle of joy sleeping in your arms. Your lips curved into a smile at the sight
of your husband, the fearless Ivar the Boneless, brushing tears off his
You’ve never seen him cry before. Not even when
he learnt that his mother was killed. Seeing him this vulnerable in front of
his first born son, with tears stains on his puffy cheeks and his eyes still
shining, made you smile with joy and pride.
“What do you want to name him?” You asked,
catching his attention. His wide blue eyes met your E/C ones. He kissed you
quickly before answering, already having a name in mind.
“Kalei.” He said, his hand moving to his son’s
head, touching him for the first time. He caressed his dark hair carefully, as
if he was going to break him.
“Kalei.” You repeated, testing the name. “I
love it.” You placed your lips on Ivar’s cheek, kissing him softly before
turning your attention back to the infant. As if he had sensed it, Kalei opened
his big eyes, blinking furiously a few times before focusing on something, or
more like someone. You could hear
your husband’s breath hitch at that exact moment.
“Thank you.” Ivar said not breaking eye contact
with his son, bringing an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. He
couldn’t believe his eyes. He thought he would never be able to please a woman,
even less to have a child. But everything changed when he met you. You took
your time with him, reassured him, loved him. And now, you gave him a son. A
beautiful, healthy son. He’ll always be grateful to the gods for bringing you together,
for letting him have a son. And he’ll
never thank you enough for giving him the one thing he thought he would never
smiled gently at your lover, pecking his lips once more. The way he looked so
lovingly at your son made you forget all the pain, all the crying you went
through. It was rare to see him like this, to see him genuinely happy. So the pain, the screams, they were all worth it. You couldn’t
wait to watch him show your child off to his brothers, to his men – to the
Just letting y’all know that the title is “Happiness” because Kalei means happiness so yeah byeee (yes, I’m 100% ashamed of that fic)