“If you stick a needle in me, I will die.” “What about if you need a shot, like, from a doctor?” Frank grabbed the book and pulled himself to sit up. “What happens then?” Mikey laughed. “Oh my God, it’s hilarious. He has to lie down and the doctor has to do special breathing with him.” “Shut up,” Gerard said, smiling. “In through the nose, out through the mouth,” Mikey said in a high-pitched voice. "
RFA reacting to MC having an "accident" in the middle of the night cause Aunt Flo is here./ RFA when It's MC's "time of the month"
Anonymous said: I already made a request last night but, I realized
it’s similar to another one. The severe period pain one? By that I mean, Mc is
like groaning in pain on the couch and unable to move from the pain. Btw can it
be RFA +V and Saeran. I’m like withering in pain and tbh I feel like this will
make me feel better lmao. Also, I like went through nearly your entire profile.
Anonymous said: Ohm. This is a weird request but meh. Do you think
you could to a reaction from the RFA + V and Saeran to MC having horrible
period pains? So bad that it hurts to stand? Cause like, it happens.
So these are actually some
of the latest requests, but this just seemed easier to write, so I finished
this as soon as I could to get some content out. Still, it’s almost two weeks
late despite that. Our inbox is rotting. Imsosorryivebeenbusy x.x
BUT ANYWAY! I hope this will suffice? It might not be quite
what you guys asked, but I tried ^~^
Text Message Received.
“Hey, I can’t come to the beach today, sorry… >_< It’s that time of
the month, so I can’t swim…”
He’s never had a girlfriend before. He’s completely clueless when you suddenly cancel on the
beach date you’d been planning for days! You’d both been so busy, today was the
one day you could actually meet up :C
-insert sad Yoosung boyfriend-
Instead, he decides to visit, anxiously worrying if you were
feeling sick. (his mother makes him bring you some chicken noodle soup,
lecturing him about how it was only respectful lololol cmon we all know she
Hm. You didn’t look feverish, and you weren’t coughing or
anything… The only weird thing was how you sat in your chair all curled up into
a ball. Curious, he decides to ask you about it, “So uhm, MC… why did you cancel
Immediately, your cheeks flush slightly. Didn’t he
understand from your text…? With a wry smile on your face, you eventually
explained, “Weeeell, I’m on my period… And the cramps have been really bad so
far. I can hardly stand. I didn’t want to ruin our date by lying down every
five minutes in an attempt to tolerate the pain.”
The colour drains from his face.
“OH MY GOD MC, ARE YOU OKAY?! NO, NEVER MIND, OF COURSE NOT.
L-look, you shouldn’t be sitting here with me if it’s that bad, go back to bed
right now and I will make you an omelette because you need good nutrition and
rest so pleasepleaseplease go lie down,” he babbles, panic filling his features
as he desperately pushes you to your room.
He ends up cooking in your kitchen while you bundled up in
your blankets, trying to fight off the pain somehow.
Brings the omelette to your bed so you don’t have to walk
You fail in holding back a big smile as you look at the
beach umbrella drawn in ketchup. (Everytime he made you an omelette, he made
sure to draw something different)
“I-it’s to represent that we should go to the beach when you
feel better,” he sheepishly explained, red tinting his cheeks.
Your phone suddenly vibrated, indicating a notification came
through. You glanced briefly at your phone before WHIPPING YOUR HEAD to re-read
Seven: lololol I guess
he really wants to see you in a bikini!! What a perverted boy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
You’d been lazily cuddling together in the morning upon
waking up after a…. good night
together. He’s whispering sweet nothings into your ear, running his fingers
over your body… down your back… over your butt… then he stops, a flicker of
confusion in his eyes.
He suddenly breaks his hold on you, sitting up and lifting
the blanket off your bodies. Zen’s eyes seem to be peeled to your legs, or
You watch him in a half-asleep state, what was he doing so
early in the morning? You yawn, stretching slightl- !!!
A sharp pain shoots through your lower stomach and you hiss
as you clutch at it. What the…?
As you roll around the bed, you feel a slight wetness on the
bedsheets. Oh. Uh-oh.
You heave a sigh, closing your eyes as dread overwhelms you.
“Pleeease tell me it’s not what I think it is,” you groan, pulling a pillow
over your head. “I’m so sorry for ruining the bed, ugh…”
Zen’s eyes soften, sympathy flashing in them. “Honey, it’s
okay, it happens,” he says, offering a sweet smile. “I’ll take care of it,
okay? Do what you need to, and when you’re done, I’ll go get our breakfast.
Don’t worry about anything.”
He plants a light kiss on your forehead, gazing gently into
In mere minutes, he removes and replaces the bedsheets,
throws them in the laundry, and heads out to buy some food. You wait anxiously
on the bed, groaning as your cramps caused continuous, throbbing pain.
“Zeeeen,” you whimper, as if it would make him come back
The front door opens, and you can see that Zen has returned
with crepes, cake and hot chocolate in hand. He quickly rushes to your side as
he hears your whimpering, stroking your hand as he checks to make sure you’re
“I’ve heard that chocolate is supposed to help with cramps,”
he says unsurely, holding up the hot chocolate. “And I also got some sweets. I
know it’s not a proper breakfast, but I know you love these things around this
time of the month. So let me spoil you on days like this, babe.”
Despite the lightning bolts of pain you were feeling, you
managed to smile from your balled up position, weakly squeezing his hand as a
sign of acknowledgment. “I love you, Zenny,” you mumble.
From the beginning, she had been aware that you got severe
period cramps, and prepared numerous remedies and reliefs.
Whenever she noticed that it was nearing your time of the
month, she would make you drink water with brown sugar dissolved into them,
which was supposed to relax your muscles and make your cramps hurt less.
But one day, before your period came, you began to cramp up
really badly. Unfortunately, you were still at work, so you had to continue
taking orders and serving the customers despite the pain. You couldn’t let
Jaehee down, after all.
But after doing it for a while, you were sweating profusely,
your mouth watering with excess saliva. Your cheeks were flushed, and your legs
were beginning to give out.
From behind the counter, Jaehee noticed your odd state, and
realized immediately what was going on. She dashes out to guide you into the
employee room, bringing you a mug of chamomile tea and chocolate cake.
“MC, you should’ve told me earlier if you weren’t feeling
well!” she scolds you, glaring at you. But her eyes are soft with worry,
although she was trying to express her anger.
You smile weakly, having no excuse to offer.
Her worry morphs into guilt. “I should have given you the
day off… I knew that your time of the month was coming soon, I shouldn’t have
made you work. I’m really sorry, MC.” She runs a hand through her hair in
frustration, ashamed in herself.
“But you take such good care of me, I only want to repay
you…” you argue softly, furrowing your eyebrows.
Your words bring a small smile to her face. “Silly. You’re
the one who takes care of me. You’re always considering my feelings, even when
I don’t. I can only be so happy thanks to you.”
Another shot of pain makes you wince, and you bring your
knees to your chest, in an attempt to ease the pain. “Nng… thanks, Jaehee, but
I just need to… rest for now,” you managed to say. “Go back to the counter…
customers are waiting.”
She flicks your forehead lightly. “Silly. I’m going to stay
with you of course. I’ll just close the shop. It’s one of the perks of being
the owner. Let me take advantage of it, okay?”
And so, you end up going home, cuddling together on the bed
as you suffered through your monthly hell. At least you had an angel beside
The two of you usually spent your nights together, but you
suddenly asked to stay in a separate room one night. A bit disheartened, Jumin
inquired you as to why you requested this, and you sighed, begrudgingly
explaining what Mother Nature made you go through.
“Is that why you couldn’t sleep last night?” he frowned, his
thumb gently stroking your cheek.
Your head shot up in surprise. “You knew?”
“I know everything, my love. You were groaning, tossing and
turning the entire night… I couldn’t even hug you properly.”
“It’s not my fault it hurts so much!” you protest.
“I also had the maids wash the bedsheets, after noticing it
had been dirtied. I hope you don’t mind.”
Erk, that was embarrassing. It was only the maids, but you
suddenly felt like the whole world knew you were bleeding out of your vagina
now. Seriously, Jumin could’ve kept quiet about that part. Now you felt mildly
Jumin continued, “It’s okay. Get some rest, okay? You
probably didn’t sleep a wink last night. I have a meeting today, but I’ll try
to come home as soon as I can. I hope Elizabeth 3rd will suffice as
company til then… Is there anything you would like me to bring back while I’m
“Not really…” you mutter, cheeks still red.
Jumin raised an eyebrow, dubious.
“Okay, fine. Yeah, can I get some pizza? That one we had
last time, where the crust was perfectly crispy and topped with that fancy
stuff you ordered.”
He chuckles, kissing your forehead softly. “I knew you’d
give in. And don’t worry so much about it being your time of the month. This is
nothing to be embarrassed about, compared to your loud screams at night…”
The moment he heard your first
whimpers he KNOCKED DOWN YOUR DOOR
“Honey?! What’s wrong!!” he
panicked, throwing the covers off your bed to inspect you
You were curled up, rocking
gently side-to-side as you quietly cried, the tears gathering in the corners of
“Saeyoungggg… Mother Nature’s
killing me again,” you sniffled, trying to deal with the pain
“W-w-what do I do?” he
stammered, cheeks flushing as he was unfamiliar with women’s monthly pains. He
wanted to help, but he really had no idea.
But you couldn’t even answer,
groaning as the next wave of pain hit you
“I-it’s okay, MC, I’ll call for
help immediately! Defender of Justice, 707, off to the rescue!!” he declared,
suddenly dashing out your room
“Come baaack,” you called out,
feeling slightly disappointed. Had he just run out on you? What was he even
trying to do? You just wanted some Saeyoung cuddles right now…
From the open door, you could
hear Saeyoung talking vividly on the phone, “Give up the sacrifice!! NOW, Jumin
Han, or I will hack into your company right now!”
Sacrifice? What sacrifice?
“I will steal Elly—no, listen to me, I will call her Elly however I
Did he already forget about you?
You grumbled, rolling over to hug your blankets.
“Good, I’m glad we cleared this
up! 5 minutes, Mr. Han, I’m giving you 5 minutes to send her over.”
Fuck, was he trying to get
Elizabeth the 3rd over? Seriously, that wouldn’t really help with
your period pains very much. At all. You didn’t hate her, per say, but you were fucking dying in here.
You mentally counted down 5
minutes, when the doorbell suddenly rang, and you could hear Saeyoung’s
footsteps as he practically flew to the door.
“I’m so glad you’re here! Thank
youuuu!!” You could hear him exclaim.
“MC?” a soft, feminine voice
called out to you from the doorway.
Your eyes snapped open, “Jaehee?!
I thought you were Elizabeth the 3rd!”
Her eyes twinkled with
amusement. “Now, why would you think that? I wasn’t aware that spending so much
time cat-sitting had resulted into my transformation into a cat.”
“N-no.. never mind.” It was
always hard to explain Saeyoung’s antics. “Why are you here?”
“Seven called Mr. Han to demand
that I came to help. I’m very glad to (get away from Jumin) be of help,
MC. I brought some painkillers, some hot soup and a few bags of tea for you to
drink over the next few days. It should help somehow,” Jaehee explained,
holding up a small plastic bag that you hadn’t noticed before.
From behind her, you noticed
Saeyoung peeking nervously from the doorway, his eyes teared up as he stared at
your weakened form.
“Thanks, Jaehee. And Saeyoung,
you can come in, you know…” you said.
“B-but!! I’m a pure girl,
darling, what if I get the curse of periods too?!” Saeyoung whined, shaking his
….That’s what he was worried about?
“Seven… Periods are not
contagious,” Jaehee deadpanned.
He was always prepared when it
was your time of the month—even more than you were! He couldn’t help it. For the
majority of his relationship with Rika, he’d been doting on her, doing anything
and everything he could for her. Old habits die hard.
“MC, maybe you shouldn’t be
wearing white underwear… it’s almost your time of the month, isn’t it?” he
called out as he was cooking breakfast, glancing at you from the corner of his
“W-wha?” you yawned. You were
only wearing one of his shirts and some panties, but then you realized the
date. “Oh, you’re right!”
By the time you went to change,
you’d already seen the faintest taint of pink on your underwear. Fuck. How many have you ruined by now?
…Too many to count.
It took a couple hours before the
pain started to kick in.
Considering this was a reoccurring
pattern, V already knew what to do and when to do it.
“MC, honey, I prepared a hot
bath for you… Would you like to be alone, or shall I join you?” he asked,
checking in on you.
“Nng… I can’t really walk right
now, sorry,” you replied, hugging a heating pouch to your lower stomach.
He chuckled in return, “Then I’ll
carry you there. Perhaps I should strip you, too?” He winked jokingly.
If this had been a normal day,
you would’ve taken the chance to jump at him (because V’s hot and a sweetheart) but no, your cramps
were killing you today. So no. No sinning today, MC.
He fed you chocolate as you sunk
into your bath, letting the heat relax your muscles, significantly easing your
cramps. He helped to wrap you in a towel, making sure you were warm.
By the time you went to bed, the
cramps had more or less gone away for the night, and you happily snuggled into
his chest, feeling comfortable, relaxed and loved.
When he finished his morning
shower, he found you groaning in pain on the bed, hugging a pillow tightly.
He snickered, “Was I too hard on
you last night? I didn’t realize it was that bad…”
You shook your head, correcting
him, “I’m on my periodddd…”
Immediately, his smile dropped.
What the fuck?
“What… what is that supposed to
mean?” he furrowed his eyebrows cutely, looking at you with pure confusion.
“I’m bleeding from my vagina,
what else?” you rolled your eyes, deadpanning.
“Erm. Oh,” he stated in
surprise. “Does… does ice cream help?”
“Ice cream doesn’t solve
He frowned, not knowing what to
do. Instead, he crawled into bed next to you. “Well, uhm, I don’t really know
what to do… but, whenever I’m not feeling well, your hugs really help me, so if
you don’t mind, I’m just going to cuddle with you… okay?”
You flashed a small smile at
him, inwardly gushing at how adorable he was. “Of course!”
He smiled back with a hint of
relief that he was doing something right. “Tell me if you need anything, okay?”
“And what if I said I only need
you?” you joked.
He plants a soft kiss on your
forehead. “I’m the one who needs you. Please feel better soon…”
Loki tried to take over your city. Again. While you were patiently waiting for the Avengers to come and save the day, the worse happened. You, with a small group of people, were kidnapped. Kidnapped to Asgard. Now, you stand before his throne in a room that seems like a fairytale. It didn’t suppose to look like a fairytale when you’re standing before Loki, the god of Mischief and Lies.
“Is good to see humans surrendering so easily.” With a mean smile, Loki stands up, looking down at you and the others.
“On your knees.”
Immediately, everyone gets down on their knees, not daring to raise their eyes to the Asgardian god.
“You.” He points at you, his smile fading. “Why aren’t you worshipping me, mortal?”
Keeping your head up, you take a deep breath to gather courage.
“Not interested.” You say, eyes on him as he slowly walks up to you.
“You dare to…”
“Here, just between you and me. I’m not afraid of you. So let’s skip all this worship bullshit and you can take me back home.” You whisper, trying to confuse him. You’ve always been a talker, and you know how to use it in your favor. You just don’t know if it’ll work with a god.
“Are you mad, mortal?” Loki’s face is like ice, you can’t read it. “Take her to a special cell. Kill the others. ”
“What? No!” Before he could turn around, you hold his wrist. He stops anger and surprise in his eyes. “D-don’t do this.”
“Why should I even listen to you?”
“It’s better to be a merciful king than an evil king.”
“I rather be evil.” He whispers before letting the guards take you.
You yell and fight and try to run away, but those guards tell you to keep quiet and just follow the rules. So, when they lock you in this small cell, with a magic glass that can kill you instantly, you scream again. You scream until your throat hurts so bad you can’t find your voice anymore.
After endless hours, you hear footsteps but you don’t bother to stand up. The cold hard ground finally got a bit comfortable. You hope someone is bringing you food. But no. When you see him, the god of Lies again, you know he brought you no food.
“Are you stupidly brave or completely insane?” Somehow, he opens one of those magic glass and enters the cell. “I wish to know what’s on your mind when you stood up to confront me.”
“I’m not the kind of person who…”
“Who’s smart enough to obey your king?”
“You’re not my king.”
“Haven’t you noticed? You’re in Asgard. And this is a gift for you, mortals.” Loki looks around your empty cell, confusion on his handsome face. Wait. Did you just…? No. You can’t think about these things right now. “Were you sleeping on the ground?”
“Yes. Why? You killed the others, why do you care if I’m sleeping on the ground?”
“You talk too much.”
“I know.” You stand up with a sigh, rolling your eyes at the weird sensation that hits your head.
“What is it?” Running to hold you by the waist, Loki saves you from hitting the ground.
“Nothing. I’m just starving. ”
“I’ll command them to bring you something to eat.”
“If you’re going to kill me, you don’t have to feed me first.”
“I quite enjoy your talking. Maybe you can stay for a while to entertain me. ”
“How lucky I am…” You voice faints when the world spins around again, and suddenly, everything goes black.
A warm breeze caresses your cheek, and it feels good to be home. You open your eyes to see a blue sky and a sweet light comes to show you that you’re not at home. Is not that Asgard isn’t beautiful, but you don’t like to feel like a prisoner. Moving a bit to sit up, you notice that you’re laying on a very large bed with comfy pillows.
“A golden cage.” You murmur, smelling something that seems to taste like heaven. On a small table next to your bed, there’s a tray with human food.
You happily eat all the fruits, licking your fingers when you’re done with the strawberries. It’s surprising that they got you human food.
“I hope you feel better.” He declares from behind you.
“Yes. Now I can entertain you with my talking. ” You lay down again, fixing the blue dress you’re wearing. “May I ask who put me into this dress?”
You stare at him, wide-eyed, anger building up in your stomach. How could he do something like that?
“You’re a jerk!”
“What’s a jerk?” He looks at you confused, not sure if you insulted him. “It’s a lie, tough, you don’t need to worry.” You try to keep angry, but you burst into laugh suddenly. You cover your mouth with your hands, struggling to calm down again.
“Oh my God. You are so funny.”
“I really don’t know what just happened.” That’s when you notice it, the shadow of a smile on his lips. You keep staring at him until it’s gone.
“You should smile more often. It makes you even more handsome. ”
“Yes.” Cursing yourself for talking too much, you awkwardly look to your hands. “Sorry, I was just saying the truth.”
“I know. I’m the god of lies, I can tell when someone is honest. I miss honest people, there’s no one I can trust here.” Loki walks around the bed, eyes locked on you.
“You can talk to me if you want. As you say, I’m nothing but a human.”
“You say it like it’s a curse.”
“Would you stay if I promise not to kill those humans who came here with you?” He sits on the edge of the bed, uncertain of what to do. You feel his hesitation, even though you can’t understand it.
“I’ll stay. Well, if you don’t treat me like a prisoner. ”
“If that’s your wish, you’re not a prisoner.”
“Now, tell me all your sorrows.”
“We may take some hours.”
Sitting up straight, you smile at him. “Go on, I don’t mind.”
winteriron neighbours au bucky is 28 or 29 and tony is 24 or 25, where bucky and tony live next to each other and tony is scared of him. bucky is always grumpy, angry, glaring at everyone. tony thinks bucky is a serial killer. one day he just blurts it out and bucky is very offended. that's how they start talking. later when they start dating steve still can't get over the fact that tony had thought that bucky was an assassin. he still laughs at them because of that. happy ending.
Resting Bitch Face/Bucky will always be one of my top
pairings lmao. (Man I had plans for this and then I threw in angst lol I’m a
failure.) Look out for under the cut!
Tony was pretty sure his neighbor was a serial killer.
Like, he’d done the proper thing his mother had said to do,
introduce himself to his new neighbors (he had a standing offer to have coffee
with Bruce anytime), but when he’d knocked on the door of 4D, a man had
answered looking ready to commit murder. There had been bags under his eyes and
his eyes were red and his hair was a mess. He’d grunted out a terse ‘the fuck
do you want’ and Tony had been able to do nothing but squeak. And then the door
had been slammed shut in his face.
Which, you know, might have been a little rude; no one
looked good first thing in the morning and Tony had clearly blind-sided him.
But the guy hadn’t had to slam the door in his face. He had planned on just
nicknaming him ‘Rudy McTrudy’ and moving on with his life.
Except sometimes Rudy McTrudy came home late at night
clutching his left hand with a towel that was
stained with blood.
I JUST FINISHED HANNIBAL AND WHAT THE FUCK AND OH MY GOD AND WHAT THE FUCK AND DO YOU ACHE FOR HIM AND HE SURRENDERED BECAUSE ‘I REJECTED YOU’ AND WHAT THE FUCK AND 'ARE YOU GOING MY WAY’ AND NOW I JUST NEED TO LIE DOWN FOR A WHILE
Hi! You talk quite a bit about adaptations, could you give your thoughts on some adaptations of other classic novels, ones you particularly like or hate?
Well, let me think. I’ll give you the rundown on literary adaptations I like or love, as it’s getting late in the evening here and a bout of solid rage isn’t going to send me off to sleep so much as bring on a bout of indigestion. Also I went to review my DVD collection and for obvious reasons I don’t own many DVDs of things that I loathed. (I do recall nearly bursting into tears after a matinee viewing of I Capture the Castle because I felt the movie ended on such a bittersweet note that I was not prepared to walk out of a darkened cinema into a sunny day with birds singing while I was still Feeling a Lot of Unhappy Things, and so I felt like I hated that movie for a long time because of the sheer mood whiplash of it all. Also I wish I’d read the book first. The book is lovely, and I think I’d’ve stomached the film better, had I gone through the book first.)
Oh! I just remembered The Wings of the Dove (1997). I should have loved it, it had a lot going for it, buuuut fuck that movie and everyone involved in it, it just fell flat, for me. I don’t even care how critically-acclaimed it was, all the characters are The Worst and I never have a moment’s sympathy enough to care what happens to any of them. I hate even thinking about this movie and it is largely responsible for how much I despise Helena Bonham-Carter to this very day. Her and Jeremy Irons (who I admit I have many more personal issues with ‘cause he’s a silver-spoon gross-ass fuckshit.) A movie has got to be pretty damn brilliant on several other points for me to get past the knee-jerk rage I feel whenever either of them appear on-screen.
Also The Portrait of a Lady was terrible and riddled with pointless alterations and please just read The Making of a Marchioness, instead. Maybe I should add Linus Roache to my shitlist as he’s in this one, as well as The Wings of the Dove.
And now for adaptations I liked:
Wives and Daughters (1999) is quite good, in my view, and the ending they added to Gaskell’s unfinished work is quite satisfying, I think. (I don’t know about realistic, but it was sweet and simple and I dug it.)
Orlando (1992) Beautifully done. (Billy Zane! I love him in everything and I literally don’t even know why.)
Little Women (1994) is a classic, but I’m also very excited to see what Heidi Thomas and Vanessa Caswill do with the new miniseries from the BBC and PBS next year.
Daniel Deronda (2002) It’s prettyyyyyy. And so is Jodhi Maaaay. <3 (Also some powerful performances, like, damn.)
Washington Square (1997) has a beautiful soundtrack, solid direction, and a stellar cast.
Girl with a Pearl Earring (2003) had some great cinematography and a good cast.
Dangerous Liasons (1988) I have such mixed feelings about Malkovich in this one but Glenn Close, holy shit she’s good.
Bridget Jones’s Diary (2001) A TRUE CLASSIC LITERARY ADAPTATION I WILL FIGHT EVERYONE. THEN PAY FOR THE RUINED GREEK RESTAURANT. The Remains of the Day (1993) A somewhat underrated classic that I think perhaps unfairly sits in the shadow of Howard’s End a lot of the time, what with the comparisons of the Thompson-Hopkins casting in a Merchant-Ivory film. (I do like Howard’s End, but, again, Helena Bonham-Carter, and I just connect a lot more with The Remains of the Day, as a story.)
Wide Sargasso Sea (2006) I don’t recall unabashedly loving this one, but I own it, so I feel like I must’ve liked it well enough. Then again, I also just found a copy of Sweeney Todd still in its plastic-wrap that I don’t know how I came by, I don’t even like the concept enough to want to watch it in the first place. Also, Helena Bonham-Carter is in it. And Johnny Depp. Why the fuck do I even own Sweeney Todd? Anyway, Wide Sargasso Sea is alright, though I feel like I preferred Karina Lombard’s Antoinette to Rebecca Hall’s.
The Scarlet Pimpernel (1982) I’m pretty sure this is where Jane Seymour and Anthony Andrews made me bi and SIR IAN MCKELLEN HOW DO YOU DO?
Perfume: The Story of a Murderer (2006) HOW DO YOU FILM SMELLS? LIKE THIS. MY GOD. (Also please read the book.)
Dracula (1992) I mean, the cast swings between pretty good and absolutely wooden, but from a literary standpoint this is one of the more faithful adaptations of Stoker’s novel out there–though this movie is by no means The Best Anyone Could Do. There’s a lot wrong with it. But then Coppola didn’t need to include the blue fire thing, but he did, and I appreciate that.
Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein (1994) is worth it for Robert de Niro, alone; and maybe a handful of really, really good shots. Otherwise there’s too much Helena Bonham-Carter and also Ken Branagh just recently hauled himself onto my shitlist but GOOD NEWS the character of Victor Frankenstein was always an annoying fucko and that’s canon, so feel free to hate him throughout, anyhow.
The Tenant of Wildfell Hall (1996) Does not get enough love. A good antidote to Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights for anyone who sat there thinking Rochester and Heathcliff were BIG PILES OF RED FLAGS. Wildfell is a cautionary tale, but actually ends reasonably happily (and more believably happily, IMO, than Jane Eyre.)
The Secret Garden (1993) Pure nostalgia for this one, excellent casting, and the same director as Washington Square.
Ivanhoe (1982) Sam Neill has no business making a villain that compelling. (I know, I know, Bois-Gilbert’s characterization is softened a lot in this adaptation.) And this time I’m bi for Neill and Olivia Hussey. Sorry, Anthony Andrews, you drop to second-slot in this love-fest. Also Rowena ruins everything but that’s canon, so what can you do?
Maurice (1987) Who doesn’t love a fluffy gay gamekeeper?
Cousin Bette (1998) Changes stuff from the book, and on the whole the story can be a bit rocky, especially in the second half or so, but it’s worth seeing for Jessica Lange, alone, I think, as well as some broadly comic notes from side-characters in Hugh Laurie and Bob Hoskins.
Possession (2002) Ignore Gwyneth Paltrow as best you can and otherwise enjoy the literary mystery unfolding in between some amazing flashbacks. Most of the good actors are crammed into the flashback bits, but at least there’s some snarky Tom Hollander and dastardly-but-personally-I-think-he’s-in-love-with-Roland Toby Stephens in the modern-day sections to give us some fun.
Twelfth Night (1996) Again, ignoring Helena Bonham-Carter, this one’s got a lot going for it. Trevor Nunn directing, Toby Stephens managing to be damn fine and somehow I don’t entirely mind that Orsino’s kind of a douchebag, Imogen Stubbs being cute as fuck, and stellar supporting actors.
The Inheritance (1997) Look, this is a little-known Louisa May Alcott thing, and I’ll be honest, it’s not Groundbreaking Television. As far as direction and score and acting and script goes, there is no danger of anyone ever losing sight of the fact that it’s a made-for-TV-movie from 1997 and Meredith Baxter was probably the biggest name they could get for it at the time. Anyway, there’s a reason I own it, and that reason is that watching it is the equivalent of a big mug of hot chocolate after a terrible day. It is pretty and sweet and funny and the villains and heroes are clearly marked from the moment they appear on-screen, and is it perhaps a bit too sweet? Yes. Embrace the sugar-shock.
Titus (1999) Goes on a little long, perhaps, but you can’t look away. Anthony Hopkins and Jessica Lange go toe to toe and it’s a thing of horrific beauty. Shhh don’t question the batshit bloodbath, just let Julie Taymor do her thing.
Enchanted April (1991)Run away to Italy with your girlfriends. Just do it.
The Princess Diaries (2001)A modern masterpiece. GET OFF THE GRASS.
Bleak House (2005)Oh my God, this cast??? Is so magnificent?
Persepolis (2007) One of those films that are so good you need to lie down afterwards. Again, please also read the graphic novels.
Any Agatha Christie adaptation, ever–I am HERE FOR IT.
I know I’m forgetting one I thought of earlier, but oh well.
So like idk if this is good or if it just isn’t but I’m gonna post it so you guys can say if you like it or not I guess haha
Beca Mitchell put the mop back into the bucket with a sigh. She’d finished this corridor, finally, although she had taken a little longer than usual. Miss Beale was teaching a music class in the classroom closest to where she was standing, and the melody was simply uplifting, filling every crevice of the corridor as well as the classroom.
Beca loved music.
She loved the tunes, the backing, the melodies and the lyrics. Everything. She loved instruments, too. The sleek look of the violin, a shining silver flute. Her favourite, however, was the piano. The melodies the piano could play was what kept Beca going, most nights. Beca admired anyone who could press down on the ivory keys, with just the right tempo to keep up with, and make music.
Like Miss Beale.
Beca thought Miss Beale of some form of royalty amongst the other teachers. She admired how many instruments the woman could play, her bright blue eyes, even her red hair was perfect. She was perfect. The perfect teacher. She was nice to every student, whether they liked her or they hated her, and she could play almost anything she was given. She had a talent that Beca only in her wildest dreams could she wish to possess. The talent of music.
Sometimes, like today, Beca stood outside her classroom and just watched. She watched and she listened and she admired. Sometimes Miss Beale caught her, too. And, of course, Miss Beale smiled sweetly, and Beca would redden and look down at her cleaning. So far she has learnt that anything that sounded happy in music was in major key and anything that sounded sad was in minor key. She has been especially proud of herself when she listened to a piece of music and could tell it was in major key, even before the students had put their hands up.
But, as per usual, Beca was fast to leave when the bell went, always afraid that Miss Beale would shout at her for watching the lesson without permission.
A few days later, and after Beca had accidentally been caught moving about slightly to the music, Miss Beale actually walked over to the door.
“Shit!” Beca exclaimed, rushing to pick up a rag to make it seem that she was actually doing her job.
Miss Beale watched her amusedly, a smirk on her face, as the shorter brunette almost knocked over her bucket of water in her haste to clean ANYTHING.
“You’re Beca, right? Beca the janitor.” Miss Beale asked her, and Beca stiffened, too scared to look up.
Beca glanced upwards at the redhead, who’s grin was so wide that it made Beca slightly at ease.
“Do you wanna come in?”
Oh. Well, that made sense. Miss Beale just wanted her to clean the classroom. “Sorry, Ma'am, I’m only allowed to clean classrooms when no students are in there,”
“Not for that reason! I’m not leaving here until you come in, so…”
Beca looked down again, knowing she had been intruding and watching for far too long now. “Uh, no, Ma'am, my job…”
Miss Beale laughed, and god, her laugh was one of the nicest melodies the brunette had ever heard. “I know you don’t need to clean anything until after lunch, Beca. You’re done for the morning, right?”
Beca was not about to lie to a teacher like Miss Beale. “Yes, Ma'am.”
“So come in, you can watch at the back if you feel more comfortable.”
Beca bit her lip. “Th-Thank you, Ma'am. That’s really kind of you.”
“Of course,” Miss Beale chirped, opening the door wider and letting Beca quietly slip in.
The brunette sat down on the floor in the very back corner of the room, barely believing what was happening. She was being allowed to actually sit through a music lesson, and Miss Beale had actually spoken to her. It was almost like being in school again. But this time, everyone wasn’t laughing at her when she got the answer wrong. Beca smiled happily as she watched Miss Beale play a piece of music on the piano whilst a student accompanied her with their violin.
When the lesson was over, Beca stayed in her corner, half hoping Miss Beale would forget about her and she could slip out.
“Beca?” Miss Beale called, and Beca shot up with wide eyes.
Miss Beale chuckled. “It’s cute that you call me ma'am, but Chloe is fine.”
“Chloe.” Beca tried out, the name rolling off of her tongue with ease. “I like your name.” She smiled. Beca looked down shyly. “H-how do you spell it?”
Miss Beale gave her a slightly confused, slightly scrutinising look, but replied happily and confidently. “C-H-L-O-E.”
Beca recognised the sound of four of five letters.
“You can come closer, I don’t bite,” Chloe chuckled. “Did you enjoy the lesson?”
Beca’s eyes seemed to light up at the question, and she treaded carefully in her used converse.
“Yes, Ma-Chloe. It was…really good.” Beca replied lamely, not knowing what else to say without sounding like a total freak.
Chloe smiled brightly. “Good! Do you like music?”
“Yes. I love it.”
Chloe tilted her head and smiled even brighter. “Can you play?”
Beca looked down and her shoulders deflated slightly. “No. I don’t know how.”
“Oh…” Chloe’s smile slipped from her face and she looked sad for a second, before smiling again. “I can teach you!”
“Really?” Beca asked quietly, barely believing why she was hearing. She could feel the joy rising in her and the lump in her throats beginning to form.
“Of course!” Chloe grinned. “How about today after school?”
Chloe could see that Beca looked like she was about to cry and she stepped closer, suddenly producing a tissue and putting her hand on Beca’s back. Beca sniffled loudly and let a watery smile grace her features.
“Th-Thank you, Chloe. That means a lot to me,” the brunette bit her lip and caught Chloe’s eyes to try and show her gratitude. She sniffled again but refused the tissues Chloe was offering her.
“Tonight at 4:30?”
“She probably won’t even turn up.” Beca muttered her thought out loud, but Chloe heard it.
The redhead looked concerned, then affronted, then sad. “What makes you think that?”
“Im sorry, ma'am, it’s just…nobody else really talks to me, unless they have to.” Beca’s eyes were at her feet, looking reprimanded.
“Why’s that? And I told you to call me Chloe.”
Beca only shrugged. “I’m sorry, Chloe.”
“That’s okay,” Chloe replied easily. “So, today at 4:30.”
“And what instrument do you wanna learn?”
All of them, Beca thought. “I like the sound of the piano.”
“Piano it is!”
Chloe found the janitor slightly odd, but intriguing. It was almost like talking to a little kid, or one of her students. Beca seemed to think she was constantly crossing the line, almost like talking to people as a whole was new to her. But Chloe was determined to show the brunette that she wasn’t going to bail on her, Beca already seemed incredibly vulnerable as it is. She looked up at the clock and saw it was 4:35, and she sighed, thinking Beca really wasn’t going to show up. She looked out to the door again and found Beca just waiting. Chloe frowned and got up, opening the door.
“You could’ve just knocked, you know,”
Beca jumped. “Sorry,” she said quickly.
“It’s fine, just next time come right in,” Chloe smiled.
They both sat down at the piano, and Chloe took in the way Beca’s eyes seemed to gloss over as she saw the keys, and her wrist twitched.
“You can touch it, Beca. Go ahead,”
Hesitantly, the small brunette pressed down on a key and grinned as it made a noise. She pressed down again on another, and another, before doing two at once. Chloe watched her, finding it amusing how Beca seemed just like a little kid trying a piano out for the first time. Soon, Beca was playing an awful combination of notes and smiling happily.
“You like the piano, huh?”
Beca looked at Chloe and nodded. “Yes. It’s my favourite instrument. I’ve never been allowed to play one before.”
Suddenly, Beca blushed and looked down at her lamp, as if she had given away too much information. Chloe gave her another scrutinising look. She wanted to find out why Beca had never been allowed to before. She wanted to find out why she seemed so timid all the time.
“Well, now’s your chance. Do you wanna start by learning the notes?”
Beca nodded. “Yes, please.”
Chloe produced a sheet of music that had a row of notes perfectly drawn on them.
“There are acronyms that we use to remember the notes. The most common ones are Every Good Boy Deserves Football, E, G, B, D, F, which are the lines in a stave. This is the stave,” Chloe pointed to the five lines on the row. “And FACE. F, A, C, E. those are the spaces in between the lines. Are you with me so far?”
“Great! So I’m gonna tell you what each note is and I want you to write it underneath, okay?”
She was given a pen. Beca’s heart sped up. This was it. Chloe was gonna find her weird now and kick her out.
“Okay, so, A,”
Beca startled. She knew a. A was in her name. Beca wrote
In childlike writing.
Chloe furrowed her eyebrows, but didn’t say anything.
Beca refrained the urge to smile. That was in her name as well.
This was easy, Beca thought. She knew all the letters already.
Beca stiffened, panicking. She put the pen to the paper, but couldn’t write anything down. She didn’t know how to write it or even what it looked like. She looked down and her eyebrows furrowed deeply in worry.
“Beca? The letter d,”
Chloe watched in concern as Beca’s eyes darted around. The redhead sighed internally. She thinks she knows what was going on.
Deciding to test her theory, Chloe got up and wrote the word lace on the whiteboard.
“What does this say?” She asked kindly.
Beca’s eyes widened. All of those letters were in her name, so she sounded them out how they were said in her name.
“Lllllaakeh.” She said hesitantly, and by the look on Chloe’s face, it wasn’t right.
“Lace, Beca. It says lace.”
Beca bowed her head in embarrassment, trying not to cry. Chloe sat down next to her, moving to place a hand on Beca’s back, but the brunette flinched violently, so Chloe was fast to place her hand back on her lap again.
“Beca…” Chloe said softly. “Do you know how to read?”
Beca went incredibly red, and her eyes gathered with tears. She was jittery for a short moment, before jumping up and making to leave the room.
“I shouldn’t have- I’m sorry, I…” she ran out before Chloe could do anything.
“Wait.” Chloe sighed, wincing as the door slammed shut.
She hadn’t meant to insult Beca. Or make her upset. Chloe wasn’t even sure what had happened. One minute they had been comfortably talking and Chloe had been showing her the keys, but the next Chloe asked something personal, TOO personal, and Beca fled. Maybe Beca really didn’t know how to read, and was extremely self-conscious of it. Chloe would have to find out tomorrow.
Request: If your taking requests could you do one where reader is patching up his Spidey induced wounds and knows he always gets flustered near them like that so they’re doing everything to make him blushy and flustered them maybe cuddles after they tease him
You looked at Peter, his hand clutching his side as he slid down your wall. ‘’You should be more careful’’ you told him, your eyes full of worry. He laughed lightly but stopped, the movement making his body ache. You got up from your bed and walked to your kitchen, thankful your parents were out working, and got some ice. You then walked back to your room and gave Peter the ice pack, ruffling his hair slightly. ‘’Put this on your face until I come back with everything.’’ You walked to the bathroom, looking for the first aid kit, and when you finally found it, you went back to your room, a soft smile on your lips. ‘’Thank you’’ Peter said as you plopped yourself down on the ground next to him. ‘’I know you are busy with homework and stuff. You know I don’t like to come here and bother you -I just thought I could to a patrol in the afternoon instead of at night so that I could get some sleep.’’ You took the ice from his hands and set it over a piece of cloth you had brought with you, looking at Peter. ‘’It didn’t seem to go well’’ you told him. ‘’It didn’t’’ he said. You signaled him to turn around, giving you access to the zipper of the suit. You opened it, helping him get his arms out of it. He turned back to look at you once the suit reached his hips and smiled softly, an uneasy look on his face. ‘’It could be worse’’ you told him as you inspected the bruise forming on his stomach. ‘’It definitely isn’t going to need stitches as it is just a bruise, but you should apply some ice and try to be more careful.’’ you repeated whilst cleaning the blood that was spilling out of his nose. He laughed a little and coughed after that. You looked at him and saw his cheeks turning red, and you realized it was from the position you were in -both of you sitting together on the ground, your hands caressing his skin. You decided to tease him a little, enjoying the proximity of your bodies. ‘’Have you been working out? You didn’t have abs last time I checked.’’ He blushed even more, the red already covering his ears. ‘’It’s not like you check that often’’ he told you with a quiet voice, making you laugh. You poked the good side of his stomach and sighed dramatically, pouting your lips. ‘’Such a pity not to’’ you said, making him cough out of surprise. You shook your head, a smile on your lips as he began shifting uncomfortable. ‘’I was joking, Pete. Come here, you need to lie down for a while’’ you told him, helping him get on his feet, a small laugh leaving his lips. ‘’I do not need to lie -oh my God, I didn’t remember how comfortable your bed was’’ he said as you threw him onto your bed. You laughed and lied next to him, covering both of you with a blanket before wrapping your legs around his. ‘’Good nap, Pete’’ you said as you closed your eyes, your face resting on his chest. ‘’Good nap, [Y/N]’’ he whispered before kissing your hair, his arm wrapped around you pulling you closer to him.
That week, Brendon had been particularly rough with you. You assumed it was because of your trip to go see Josh about a month prior, or maybe how you confessed that Josh technically never fucked you afterwards, or maybe when you accidentally called him daddy and it turned into a norm between the two of you, or perhaps the argument you had by the pool that one time. You had concluded by now it must’ve been a healthy mix of all of those variables, added in with his normal frustrations at the studio and work, as well as the obvious, which was that you enjoyed it. You loved being absolutely destroyed by Brendon. It was a thrilling sensation, something you had never experienced with anyone else, and you couldn’t get enough of it.
It was late morning, and you and Brendon had decided to sleep in. Faded hickeys on your skin, body sore from the events of last night, both of your naked bodies clinging onto each other, you fluttered open your eyes to the sound of your phone going off. “Ugh,” you groaned, squirming out of Brendon’s embrace to grab your phone off the nightstand charger, making Brendon groggily wake up.
“Mmm? What’s up babe?” he wondered sleepily.
“Josh is calling,” you whispered, rubbing the tiredness from your eyes. “Be quiet for me, yeah?”
“Sure,” he grumbled, pulling you back close to him as you rest your head on the pillow, clicking the accept button and pressing the phone up to your ear.
“Hey y/n!” Josh’s cheery voice greeted through the line. “It’s been a while since we’ve talked.”
“Yeah, it has been,” you cleared your throat. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” Josh responded. You envisioned him somewhere in the corner of the tour bus, picking at his shoelaces, snapback on his head, frowning as he talked through the phone. “Still do.”
“What are you up to these days?” you inquired. You felt Brendon’s arm slide over your side and his palm press against your stomach gently, and you decided to ignore it.
“Usual touring stuff,” Josh sighed. “Lots of photoshoots lately, it’s making my anxiety skyrocket. I really wish you were here.”
“Me too baby,” you mumbled, eyeing Brendon strangely as he slid his hand lower, you mouthing for him to cut it out before turning your attention back to Josh.
“Um, right now it’s a little late where I’m at,” his voice lowered. “And I’ve been awful lonely without you.” There was a pause and Brendon took it as his opportunity to slide a finger into your core, making you instantly gasp and drop your phone.
“Fuck!” your eyes widened as Brendon pushed his finger inside you, starting to pump it back and forth. “Oh god, shit.” You closed your eyes and bit down on your lower lip before coming to your senses. “Okay, okay, you need to stop.”
“I thought you enjoyed this,” Brendon whispered into your ear, beginning to add another finger.
“Not the time,” you narrowed your eyes, pushing his hand away from between your legs and picking up the phone, gathering yourself.
“Uh, you okay?” Josh asked.
“Yeah, I just um, I dropped my phone,” you quickly replied, which technically wasn’t a lie. “I was afraid I cracked the screen, but it’s good.”
“Oh,” Josh seemed suddenly quiet. “Well um…” He seemed to have lost his train of thought. “I was thinking, maybe we could do another little Facetime session, hmm?”
You froze, knowing very well Brendon had heard what he said, and you could feel his lips curl up in a smirk against your neck. “Another little Facetime session,” Brendon repeated, softly mumbling the words against your skin. “What might that mean?”
“I-I’d love to, b-but uh, I’m sort of busy right now,” you stammered out nervously.
“With what?” Josh asked, skeptical.
“You’re not busy at all,” Brendon insisted, his voice barely even audible. “Go ahead. Take him up on his offer.”
“Hold on a second,” you quickly told Josh, irritated as you clicked the mute button. You flipped around, forcing Brendon to release his embrace around your body. “Okay, what the fuck is this all about?”
“What? I’m not doing anything,” Brendon quickly argued, playing innocent, reaching to cup your face again, only to have his hand swatted away.
“Oh sure,” you narrowed your eyes. “What’s going on? Are you jealous or something?”
“Pshhh! Jealous?” he scoffed, bursting out into laughter. “No, I would never be jealous of that ignorant lover of yours.”
“Are you jealous because I dropped everything in order to go answer the phone?” you inquired. “Or how I’m trying to give him my full attention?”
“No,” Brendon lied through his teeth, trying to hide the redness in his face. “I told you, I’m not going to get jealous of someone like Josh.”
“Then behave while I finish this phone call,” you snapped, eyes warning him you weren’t playing around, then unmuting the call and pressing it up to your ear. “Sorry about that babe, I just left the oven on and I totally forgot about it. I’m cooking, that’s why I was so out of sorts. You’ve got my full attention now.”
“It’s fine. Forget it,” Josh sighed. “Anyways, I have good news and bad news.”
“Do you now?” you raised your eyebrows, glancing back to see Brendon listening attentively.
“Which one do you want to hear first?” Josh wondered.
“Bad news,” you decided, sitting up in the bed and making Brendon frown at you. You glanced at him annoyed, then complied, putting Josh on speaker phone.
“So I got a call from the apartment complex and they were asking if you were okay,” he explained. “They said nobody had been in our room for weeks at a time and it was starting to worry them, nobody was picking up the mail, that sort of stuff. Did you go somewhere or something? While I was gone?”
“Oh yeah, shit I forgot to tell you,” you quickly lied, apologizing. “Sorry, I just uh, I got really lonely. I started staying with my sister.”
“You don’t talk to her often,” Josh pointed out.
“I know, I thought it’d be a good time to catch up on things,” you shrugged. “With you being on tour and all. I just got lonely, I don’t know. I’m sorry, I forgot about the whole apartment stuff-”
“It’s okay,” he reassured. “I just wanted to make sure nothing was wrong. Be sure to tell her hello and thanks. I hope she’s doing a good job taking care of you for me.”
“Yeah she is,” you replied slowly, Brendon staring at you as if wondering how the hell he bought that fib of an explanation. “And uh, don’t worry, I’ll grab the mail this week. And I’ll check up on the place and stuff.”
“Okay, ready for good news though?” Josh asked.
“Definitely,” you laughed, Brendon sitting up beside you, eager to know what it might be as well.
“Tour ends this week!” he declared happily. “I have a flight to come home to you this weekend, I got us some reservations at your favorite restaurant, and I thought we’d end the night with a Disney film. Huh?”
You were speechless, still stuck on the tour ending part. “Oh… T-that’s amazing,” you sputtered out nervously, trying to compose yourself and sound excited. “God, I can’t wait for you to come home.” Brendon eyed you suspiciously, noticing your strange behavior and tone of voice, obvious you were faking it. “That sounds so much fun, I’d love to.”
“I knew you would,” Josh responded cheerily, probably grinning ear to ear by now. “I can’t wait to see you again too.”
“So, uh, tour is done? This week?” you clarified.
“Yup, I can’t believe it either,” he laughed. “I mean, of course we’ll have some events and festivals and shows in between, but I’ll be home. I’ll be all yours.”
“Wow,” is all you managed to reply, the words ‘all yours’ echoing through your mind. It killed you a little bit on the inside that you couldn’t bring yourself to say the same.
“A couple months on the road felt like forever without you,” he sighed. “Anyways, I better get going, I think Ty wants to talk to me about some stuff. I’ll see you. Love you.”
“Love you too,” you replied, hanging up. When the call was complete, you just stared at your phone, still in shock.
“Yeah,” you barely whispered, setting down your phone beside you.
“And what does that mean for us?” he wondered.
“I-I don’t know,” you buried your face in your hands.
“Hey, hey,” Brendon comforted, lowering your hands from your face and tilting your chin up to look at him. “Look, all good things come to an end. You know that as well as I do. I think we’ve run our course, yeah?”
“Bren-” you stared at him, heartbroken and devastated.
“You can’t keep doing this to Josh,” he explained. “You were right, what you were trying to tell me by the pool that day. I was just too stupid to actually listen.”
“No, I didn’t know what I was saying then-” you insisted but Brendon shook his head.
“Look, y/n, I love you. I really fucking do. But it’s wrong. You know it’s wrong too,” he sighed. “We can’t keep doing this. We need to stop, whether we like it or not. You made a promise to him, and I’m not going to be the one to ruin that promise. Understand?”
“Yeah,” you mumbled, trying to ignore the tears surfacing in your eyes. “It’s for the best.”
“Come here,” he reassured, wrapping his arms around you and letting your bodies fall onto the mattress, him rubbing your back softly, brushing hair out of your face, kissing your forehead. “One last time, my love.”
“Fuck me hard,” you whispered, clinging onto his body as he began to kiss at your neck. “Don’t hold back.”
“Oh sweetheart,” he chuckled, lifting his head and leaning down to where his lips were barely touching yours, his gaze boring into you. “You know I always fuck hard and I never hold back.”
“I know,” you mumbled, giving a small smile. “I think it’s why I’m so addicted to you.”
When he kissed you it was forceful and his hands found your wrists, holding your arms up over your head, his legs straddling your hips, grinding down on your body with his cock and slipping his tongue into your mouth, making you moan. He slid one hand down your neck towards your chest and squeezed your tits, causing you to gasp. “Morning sex is always so nice,” he gave a small laugh, taking a moment to reach into the nightstand and pull out a condom. “You don’t have to mess with the clothes.” He tore open the foil and took a moment to slide it on, staring at you. “You just get right to the point.” He slid his erection inside you, making you close your eyes and tilt your head up.
“Oh fuck daddy,” you moaned, digging your fingernails into his back as he started to thrust in and out of you. “That feels so good.”
“You have no idea,” he sighed, pushing into you even faster. “God you’re beautiful.”
“Holy shit,” you gasped as you came, him still pounding into you.
“Fuck I am going to miss this way too much,” he groaned, biting down on his lower lip and gripping your waist, relentlessly fucking you.
When he came, you both moaned each other’s names, bodies clinging onto one another and trembling. Brendon kissed your lips, both of you closing your eyes, holding onto each other, desperate for more time, for more opportunities, for more love. “Thank you,” you mumbled, looking up at him. “For everything.” When he pulled away, he stared at you, saying nothing, just climbing off from on top of you and running a hand through his hair, then headed towards the bathroom. You caught your breath on the mattress, closing your eyes, trying to lie to yourself, to say that this isn’t the end, to reassure that there will be other times. But you knew, there wouldn’t be. It was done. It was over.
When Brendon returned, he lay down beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “Come on,” he insisted. “Let me drive you home. I’ll help you clean your apartment and stuff, get things back in place, make you ready for when Josh comes home.”
“Okay,” you mumbled, mind still lingering on the what ifs and maybes, still lying to yourself, refusing to believe that this would be the end.
“Hey baby,” he soothed, rubbing small circles on your back. “Come on, let’s get dressed.”
“Just stay with me,” you shook your head. “Just a little while longer.”
“Y/n-” he began to protest, but you looked up at him.
“Please,” you begged, refusing to let the tears fall down your cheeks. “Like you said, one last time.”
“Okay,” he breathed out, biting his lower lip, curling your body up close to his.
Several moments passed, just pure silence. The two of you holding onto each other, your breathing and heartbeats intertwined, the room soothing and comforting. The quietness settled in the air, blanketing over your bodies, and you closed your eyes tight, taking a deep breath. “I love you Brendon,” you whispered.
“I love you too y/n,” he replied, kissing you gently. “I always will.”
More often that not, a chapter will sprout around a sentence or two that pop into my head.
Here are some with no context and in no particular order.
‘I’m never playing laser tag with you assholes ever again’
‘Who doesn’t like a little violence first thing in the morning?’
‘Man, you talk a lot of shit for someone that doesn’t want to get stabbed’
‘You know not everyone takes well to being screamed at, even when it’s nice things.’
‘PLEASE tell me I hallucinated that.’
‘So…did I miss the point when you became a decent human being?’
‘I want it on record that my efforts to remedy your blue balls the have been turned down and I will not be held responsible in the event of your untimely death.’
‘Two minutes. That’s all I’d need.’
Being caught off guard by a punch to the face will throw anyone off their game.
‘Oh my god, you are SO into this.’
‘If It’s too much, please tell me.’
‘You’re seriously in over your head here, kiddo.’
‘ If you let me, I will protect you/take care of you/keep you safe.’
‘Tell me I’m better than him. Even if it’s a lie.’
‘You’re pushing yourself too far. You’re going to ruin it.’
‘I love you. Have I told you that today?’
‘The only time I will ever hurt you is when you beg me to, on your knees, with clear instructions and safe word, followed by a warm bath, a back massage, and pleasuring you orally as long as you’ll let me.’
‘Cool, man. Now say it in French.’
‘I’m not going to kill you, this isn’t a movie.’
‘How about you stop being such a pussy and show some backbone.’
‘I see everything I’ve built reflected in your eyes and it suddenly means something’
‘Oh, I don’t need him here. I just like watching him hurt people.’
…this is a snippet of Ben Solo in a flashback finding the Journal of the Whills?
Look at the glove, (sorry I couldn’t find a better gif) it’s brown. Luke has always worn black gloves (well, one glove really) and Rey wears no gloves, except that time in her introduction so unless she has brought with her a stack of gloves to Ahch-to…
Oh my god…*gasp*…
What if this book is the reason why Kylo was desperate to find Luke before Snoke did because Luke has it and he wants it. Okay, I need to lie down..
So agents, gunshots, Charles being stupid and Erik worrying
Hope you like it! :)
world is spinning, there is a vague sense of pain on his left shoulder but it
doesn’t somehow feel like it’s his own. Actually it kind of feels like it does
when he is in someone mind so Charles tries to reach out with his telepathy,
but it is not there. He panics, he gets scared, and he does not know what’s
you’re going to be okay, you hear me? Don’t panic, please, you’re just going to
hurt yourself more.”
opens his eyes, but everything is out of focus, so he closes them again. He
recognizes the voice though so he smiles a little.
know me Moira, I’m always A-Okay.” This is all he can say before he passes out
been in hospital enough times to know when he is in one, although he has no
recollection on how he got there. He peeks under his eyelids and is relieved to
find that there are no bright lights in the room. It’s nighttime and Moira is
there sleeping in a very uncomfortable looking chair beside his bed.
his hand to his shoulder, where he can feel some discomfort and when he feels
the bandage, he remembers what happened. He got shot. He’s a stupid idiot who
is really lucky that he is not hurt even worse. Running into the house without
backup could’ve gotten him killed, but he just couldn’t let the suspect to run
approached the suspect and he is pretty sure that he put him to sleep but the
suspect unfortunately fired at the same time and his shoulder was hit. Charles
grunts and lets out a sigh. Erik is right about something at least. He is
always saying that the protocols that restrict the use of his telepathy on
suspects are stupid and…
someone told Erik that he has been shot?