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seancekitsch · 4 years ago

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Barefoot

warnings: angst, communication issues, talking about relapsing, addiction, drugs and alc, not overtly mentioned but like these characters are like this bc of trauma and repression, spoilers for the movie the graduate which i severely misunderstood as a kid, dirty fuckin smut

When you wake up, Klaus isn’t there. Just like yesterday. Just like the day before yesterday. Or the day before that. The bed is cold even with you in the sheets. Light streams into the window but it does nothing to help. The studio is drafty and it will only get colder in the winter months, and those socks are already coming in handy. Rent is due soon and while you’d be surprised if Klaus left you alone with the lease, you’d couldn’t be sure. People had left you before, but Klaus is the one you wouldn't know how to cope without. His tea from four days ago is still sitting on the bistro table, cold and settling, surely disgusting but you’re afraid that if you touch it, if you clean it up, well then. Klaus wouldn’t return. Klaus would be gone from this apartment . Vanishing himself from this studio and this life like one of his ghosts. The tea would evaporate eventually or grow mold but it was all you had to hold onto for him to come back. Maybe it all wasn’t real. Maybe it was a trick of your imagination. Maybe you’re the ghost. Maybe you’re just a trick of his imagination that he got tired of playing with and-

Fuck. That’s when you realize you’re in a bad way.

What do normal people do when they feel things getting bad again? Do other people feel the backslide and just somersault into it by refusing to clean or get out of bed? By dealing with the pitiful look from their boss by buying absinthe on the way home from work? God, the look Margie gave you. It killed you. By convincing themselves that all of this good they just had was just a Belle Reve and you were Blanche about to be taken right back to the clinic? You actively gag as you sip from the bottle starting around noon, the sweetness at first being a fun distraction, now actively grossing you out as you continued to drain it. Absinthe wasn't actually the plan, it was just there, it was just strong. Now you regret it and wish you got something you even liked. At least this is the worst of it, though. Before you would have fully slid back into your old ways and not thought twice.

You wonder if there was something about your role in what transpired, if there was something you could have done or not done to change the outcome. Could you have kissed him and shut him up so he never would have said ‘I love you’? Could you have done something other than shake your head ‘no’ out of panic and start to cry? Could you have just said it fucking back because you mean it too? Could you have not continued to panic and said something along the lines of “I’m not a replacement for Dave” when Klaus tried to say it again? Could you have said or done anything just to stop him from hastily dressing himself and leaving in the middle of the night, leaving you there silently crying on the bed? If he were anyone else, you would have said it back immediately, because if it were anyone but him, words would be something you just threw around aimlessly. They're just words. You'd said it a million times to your ex-fiance. If this were anyone else, you would have said it back immediately, and probably relapsed the next morning in panic. But it isn't anyone else. Its Klaus fucking Hargreeves. It's the guy from across the hall at the clinic. It's the guy who helped you steal socks, then a table to eat dinner at. It's the guy you literally have traveled across time and space for. And you did love him. It wasn't just a phrase. You knew that for a while now, but part of you would have liked to keep it hidden forever. Because once you say it, the bubble bursts. It's out there and you can't take it back. It's real and tangible and it's not the fantasy of Klaus, it's Klaus himself. In order to say it you'd have to kill the fantasy Klaus. You’d have to murder him and all of the mythology around him and live in the real world with him, which might have even been stranger than any fantasy you could come up with. He deserved better than this. He deserves more than me, you think, than someone who would hurt him to protect herself. Selfish bitch. Gotta do better. By the time you finish half the bottle, eat your cold lo mein take out from two days ago, and decide to take a nap, you've made a decision. If you ever see Klaus Hargreeves again (which is doubtful because you don't plan on leaving this bed unless it's for work and even that feels like not a good enough reason) you'll kill the fantasy Klaus and commit to loving the real Klaus.

But sleep doesn't come. The cold leftovers sit like a rock in your stomach, not at all mixing well with the green liquorice liquor you've downed, so you lay there eyes-closed begging for the pain to subside. It's a familiar feeling, much like the week and a half in the bed before Klaus inserted himself into your life. The ache and the want for more than you have but the inability to give it to yourself. So you lay there. You just lay there, for hours. Thank god Margie gave you a few days off. You lose all track of time just laying there, actively trying not to think, trying to ignore how you feel both physically and mentally, curling into the sheets until you can feel yourself melt into them.

It’s dark when you hear the keys rattle in the lock, and then the door opens. You keep your eyes shut, because if you do you can pretend it’s an intruder, coming to rob you of your mismatched dishes and beat up old record player before killing you. Which is a reasonable and comforting fantasy that you rather hide in than face Klaus. Klaus was real and Klaus loved you and Klaus got in your head. The intruder is a fantasy and the intruder is horror and the intruder might not even let you beg for your life. You can gladly imagine the intruder using keys that maybe he stole off of Klaus to come in here and steal all of your monetarily worthless shit and then just stab you or something anticlimactic. You know exactly what you want to say to Klaus and how to say it but you don’t know if it’ll come out of your mouth when the time comes, so you cling to this stupid horrible thought to take your mind off of the sound of footsteps entering the apartment. So you keep your eyes shut when you hear the sound of boots being taken off, when you hear the deflating sigh, the pattering around the room slowly before you hear the sounds of ruffling, probably his coat being taken off. You keep your eyes shut as there's a distinct silence in the room besides your best fake-asleep deep breathing. Like he's holding his breath and waiting for something.

You lay still, keeping up the fake sleeping, as the mattress creaks and dips next to you and Klaus sighs again. He emanates the warmth that had all but been stoked from the apartment and left you shivering. You can feel yourself pulling towards him, wanting to wrap your arms around him and hold him and never let go again, but you don't. There's always the off chance this is just a very strong hallucination brought on by the bottle of green fairy on the floor next to the bed. But fuck, if you dont wanna just pull him close.

“I know you're awake,” he says lowly, so close to you. His face is centimeters from yours, if you had to guess, nose just almost touching your own.

“You know, I used to watch you sleep all the time. You- you do this… this cute twitchy thing when you're out cold,” he continues. He sighs, realizing you're either much more stubborn than he thought or much more avoidant of anything vulnerable than he is. It took him a day of sitting on Diego’s floor while being lectured for his drinking habits for him to realize that he couldn't give up with you. He made peace with the fact that he couldn't save Dave. He couldn't change history, but he could change the future he could have with you if only he didn't let this go. But it was his conversation with your boss that had him worried. It wasn't like you not to show up for work, even if things were tough.

“You know you’re actually terrible at faking it, right?” he asks, for clarification. You want to open your eyes, to laugh, but you keep them shut and a tear escapes down your cheek.

“Can you— can you just look at me? Please?”

It hurts, it fucking hurts but you shake your head no.

“Oh don’t do that shit again. C’mon, doc, look at me!”

You can’t.

“Your tea went cold. I-I’m sorry,” is barely a whisper. But you say it. And he hears it.

“Hey! Hey hey hey, don’t worry about that. Don’t worry.”

He chooses his next words very carefully. If you were to open your eyes, you’d see him yearning to touch you, a worried and pained expression all over his handsome features. You’d see his hair just as unkempt as yours and the tee shirt he’s wearing is also obviously yours. You’d see those beautiful green eyes doing their best impression of bambi right after the hunting scene.

“What have you... what’s been going on? You haven’t been by the shop.”

“You went there?” you whisper again. Still kind of afraid this all isn’t real. You know it is because you feel his breath fanning out against your face and you feel the bed becoming the warm welcoming thing it once was.

“Yeah. Yeah, I did. Margie said you weren’t coming in for a week.”

“She spoke to you?” you wince. Knowing that was probably highly unpleasant for the both of them. Half the time when he showed up at the end of your shift she made him wait outside of the shop and refused to look at him.

“Yeah Margie, christ that woman loves you.”

Your eyes shoot open, startling him a little, but he relaxes by the time your eyes adjust to the dark. You see him and only him. Everything is Klaus.

“Listen, I-“ You start a little too loudly, scaring yourself.

“No, no. Don’t say something you don’t mean. Don’t say it back because I said it.”

Fuck. Fuck is he even going to believe it when I say it? If not what’s the fucking point? You feel more tears pricking at your eyes and you crumble a little. The burst of confidence is gone as you curl farther in on yourself, feeling your legs brush his as you let out just the tiniest choked sob. He’s frozen, and your hand is searching, blindly grabbing against the sheet until it comes in contact with his. Hurriedly, as if he would sift through your fingers like sand, you entangle your fingers with his and squeeze as hard as you can. Like if you let go he goes too. You can’t lose him again but it sounds like a break up. It sounds like what you remember a break up sounding like.

“Please,” fuck you sound pathetic.

“It’s okay. I’ll be fine. It’s okay if you don’t love me back. I can go stay at Diego’s or Vanya’s or something and we can figure out how to get out of the lease early. Anything you want. I just wanted to let you know I meant what I said. You’re not a replacement for anyone. You’re who I want. But you don’t have to want me back. I’ll... live.” he finishes flatly, devoid.

Your heart is officially breaking. Into a million tiny fucking pieces. A memory comes to the forefront of your mind in that moment. The first time you choked him. The way he looked up at you. The way you realized at that second just how many people probably took advantage of him in the past. The way he probably thinks you’ve done to him now too.

“No, Klaus please listen to me,” your voice doesn’t sound like your own, doesn’t feel like your own. You feel far away from him even though his hand is clasped in your own. You feel like that scene in the graduate where Dustin Hoffman is interrupting Elaine Robinson’s wedding. Screaming and slamming fists against the glass trying to change your fate. Trying to get him to see.

“I was scared. Fuckin terrified. I- I- I- I’ve never said those words and meant it before,” you gasp between sobs now much more eager to spill out of your mouth, “It wasn’t you, I got in my own head about it. I got surprised. I love you, Klaus. I love you so fucking much I didn’t touch a fucking thing in this apartment because I was afraid somehow that meant you wouldn’t come back. I know I’m not replacing Dave. I know. I don’t know why I said that. I've wanted to take it back since the second I said it. I've hurt so many people and I hurt the one person I didn’t wanna hurt. I never wanna hurt you again. I love you. fuck. I don’t want to stop saying that. I love you.”

Klaus... is surprisingly quiet through your little speech. Maybe it’s because you can’t control what your voice is doing, and you’re crying. He’s staring at you so hard it feels as if he's trying to look through you, see the transparencies, see the truth in what you're saying. You want to shrink under his gaze, knowing he's trying to sus out if you mean it, feeling vulnerable each passing ticking second.

But then his hand squeezes yours back just as hard. If he squeezed hard enough he could easily crush a few of your bones, and you'd let him if it meant he understood.

“You do,” more a confirmation than a question.

“I do.”

“Say it.”

“I love you.”

“Say it again.”

“I love you,” with more force, more conviction.

“Once more, with feeling!” a smile is beginning to grace his lips.

“I fucking love you, Klaus!” you shout pretty much directly into his face. He doesn't mind a damn bit. He presses forward eagerly; releasing your hand only to roughly cup the back of your neck, fingers digging into your skin. It hurts, but in the most satisfying way. Your hands reach and grip for his face, greedily moving your palms over his jawbone as you lock him into place. Klaus is dizzying in his fervor, barely letting you keep up as his teeth clatter against yours, bite at your lips, his tongue darting between your tasting lips and tickling the roof of your mouth. there’s no letting up to the onslaught even as his hands travel, one hand trailing trimmed nails down your back, sure to leave a mark even with the barrier of your shirt, the other groping at your chest, seeking out a nipple to harshly pinch, making you squeak into his mouth in shock at his actions. As possessive and kinky as he could be at times, he has never been this rough with you. And you like it. He takes the time to bite down on your bottom lip, pull away, shake his head a little before mercifully releasing it and putting his forehead to yours.

“Oh you, you—“ he draws out, scoffs, “you wicked thing. You had me worried.”

“I’m sorry,” you gasp.

His grip on you softens, relaxes. His eyes shut just so, full of contentment. His nose nuzzles forward until you're cheek to cheek, and you can feel your cheek isn't the only one that's a little damp.

“Stop apologizing. I have you back now,” he whispers, sounding the most at peace you've ever heard him. He presses a kiss to the skin right at the place where your jawbone and ear meet, making you shiver at the sound of contact. He pulls you flush with his body, a tight hug, just holding you there before maneuvering your body so you were laying flat, your chest and shoulders pressed to the bed while he presses kisses to your face.

“Trust me,” he says, and you do. He lays himself back down, on top of you, and fuck, you love this. You love when he lays on you, when you feel his weight resting on you. Earlier today you thought you'd never feel this again, and the fact that thought was false has you grinning from ear to ear and reaching back to play with his curls as his arms find their way under you to hug you as you chant your love for him like a mantra. And then you feel it. Klaus is hard as a rock. Poor thing, it's been almost a week for him, when the two of you were so used to going at it basically anytime you had a spare half hour. Playfully, you grind back into him a little bit. Nothing that means business, but just a little brush of your ass against his cock to have him squirm a little. He reacts immediately with a growl and buries his face in the side of your neck to kiss and bite your neck and shoulder, while one hand removes itself from the hug to slide up your shirt again and blindly grope at your chest. Two can play at this game. You grind back again, a little harder, a little more deliberate in your movements this time. You're both chuckling as he starts to grind back, both feeling extremely free and confident in your control over each other's bodies. He knows he could have your sweatpants off and be inside you in under a minute, and you know you could easily have him blow his load in his pants if you keep it up teasing him like this. But how long can you really keep it up without wanting to give in to your own desires? You're painfully aware that it's been days you've had to survive without Klaus’ touch, too.

“You wanna end kiddie hour here?” he asks, and he couldn't have asked soon enough, because you're shimmying your sweatpants down with clumsy help from your hand that's somewhat trapped under him and laughing as he just as blunderingly removes his. Neither of you bother to fully remove them because the second his cock makes contact with your skin you're sighing and reminding him you love him. He lines himself up with you without using his hands like this is something he just instinctively knows how to do.

When he pushes into you, you whimper. Full on whimper like it's too much even though this is something you've done hundreds of times with him, but somehow it's new. Maybe making love isn't just a sentimental name for fucking. Maybe you're making love for the first time. Maybe now you know the difference. He brings the arm that was under your shirt back up and trails it down your arm until it gets to your hand, where he rubs his palm against your knuckles, almost inquisitively before tangling your fingers together and squeezing. Holding it in place. His other arm reaches just a little further, hugging you from behind and giving your waist a little squeeze as a ‘get ready’ signal. You tilt your ass back up at him a little as he pulls out, thrusts back in again. Only this time his thrust is punctuated with an “I love you”.

And so is the next one.

And the next one.

Until he works up a rhythm that leaves the both of you moaning and stuttering. You hike up one leg, changing the angle so slightly that his hips snap up into you in a way guaranteed to bruise. You’d happily have it hurt to sit for the next week if he kept fucking into you like he would break you. Klaus puts his full strength into fucking you, legs pinning you to the mattress as he uses the arm that’s holding your hand for extra leverage. Sweat dripping off of his chest as he kisses your back and moans and laughs into your skin. It’s times like this you remember your partner is fully trained in combat. For someone so lean, he’s strong, and he has strong control over the muscles in his body. It’s like a kind of clairvoyance he has to know exactly what parts of your body to touch, what to do to have you losing it around him all the time. Is Klaus Clairvoyant? You think as the angle of his thrusts changes ever so slightly, but still at that rough pace, now making your clit grind into the sheets beneath you making you scream out.

“That’s right, baby. You feel good?” he groans. Little shit.

“Yeah,” you whine, looking back to make eye contact.

“Who’s making you feel good?” Oh, he’s working for an ego stroke as well as a cock stroke. You’ll give it to him. Klaus deserves it.

“Oh, fuck— y-you, Klaus”

“And who do you love?”

“Fuck. You, Klaus! I love you so much,” words leak from your mouth like a sieve. “I love how- how you fuck me so good.”

“That’s right, and now I'm gonna make you come. Trust me.”

That's the second time tonight he’s asked you to trust him. You do, unwaveringly.He gives you no time to react before he speeds up his thrusts and the hand around your waist dips lower. He leans off of you a little, giving you a little more space, but plunges his hand between your legs. instead of stopping at your clit, he goes as far as to push a finger, his middle finger, up into you as well. And then the bastard curls his finger just slightly. The action has you turning into the pillow to scream. It's too much. It's too much. You've never been this full in your life and now it feels almost sinful how easily you are coming apart for him. You're shaking and with the added pressure of his finger you can feel just how hard your body is squeezing his cock. You can feel tears leaving your eyes for the second time tonight as you babble about how much you love him and your body jolts for his touch. He finishes too, inside you and happily pushed into the hilt. The whine that leaves your throat when he pulls out finally is unfair and needy. Already missing being so full of him. He rolls back over so that he's not on top of you, and pulls you in tight.

“I don't want to stop saying it,” he mutters into your hair, and you wait for him to continue patiently.

“I don't want to stop saying I love you.”

“Then don't.”

“I won't. But I will throw away this take out. This lo mein is old. It smells.”

You laugh loud and hearty, and he gets up from the bed, fully kicking his pants off as he does so, and there's no fear that he won't come back to bed with you this time.

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yonymii · 4 years ago

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a/n; this one was hard to write bc I did it while having writers block but I hope it's ok!! I love alisa a lot she is lovely and I would marry her if she was real 🥰🥰😍😁😁 also I got very absorbed like, halfway through so y/ns personality is basically me. yes

wc; 3.9k

warnings; cursing,

genre; fluff, strangers/friends to lovers, romance

pairing; alisa haiba x gn!reader

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She reminded you of the old paintings of angels you’d seen in art galleries as a child. It was weird, seeing something so ethereal reincarnate as a university student. She didn’t belong here; she belonged on a pedestal, deserved to be adored. But life was unfair, you supposed, and not everyone could experience the excitement of such an elaborate life. Perhaps that was why she was studying fashion modeling in the first place (whatever that was). You’d probably never know. She had absolutely no idea who you were.

By the time you’d stopped daydreaming, your final class of the day was over and everyone had left. Only you were left in the lecture hall, sitting at the very back with your head resting ontop of your arms, the shuffling of the professor packing up his things quickly making tiny little noises at the front of the room. He left, the door swinging shut behind him, but it wasn’t locked.

It didn’t take you long to pack up, seeing as your laptop hadn’t left your bag in the first place. You swung it over your shoulder after your coat, tucking your hands into the sleeves to protect them from the bite of the wind. It had been snowing when you arrived in the morning, and it took and hour to wake up your fingers to be able to type, let alone write anything.

The hallways were quiet (as usual; it wasn’t as if anyone wanted to stay in school when they didn’t need to). The little shop on the ground floor had a few students in it, but they were in a hurry to leave too. The large exit doors had obviously been open all day and it was absolutely freezing. You were glad you’d put on your big coat in the morning; it was a long walk back to your apartment and you planned on going to a coffee shop before going there.

It had stopped snowing, but the ground was covered in puddles and your boots and feet got soaked in numbingly cold water as you wandered towards the place you usually studied. It was slowly getting darker as you walked and the sun was lowering itself below the tall line of skyscrapers and apartment blocks when you entered the coffee shop and joined the small queue of teenagers and tired-looking adults ordering their drinks.

It was quiet inside but you were thankful for the warmth the heaters provided, and the low hum of voices under the music wasn’t unwelcome; you payed for your drink quickly and went to sit at your usual spot, the two-seater table in the corner. There was a small, dim light hanging above your head and it lit the space in a soft, golden glow, unlike the rest of the coffee shop that was lit by streetlamps outside. The moon was hid behind a building, only half of it visible, but you still found yourself staring at it for an unnecessary amount of time. It reminded you of her; your friend’s friend. The girl studying fashion modeling.

To be quite honest, you didn’t see her that often, so it was a mystery as to why she plagued your mind so often. Apparently, her brother played volleyball for a highschool called Nekoma (albeit not very well), and she was half Russian. Not that it mattered to you, though. You supposed that you’d like her anyway.

Suddenly, you found yourself snapped out of your little trance by the waiter bringing your mug to the table and setting it down a little too loudly. He walked away quickly, avoiding any sort of contact with you, but you weren’t bothered by it. You were focused on your book so the lack of conversation wasn’t disappointing in the slightest. The bell at the door rung again, and because of the small distraction of your drink arriving you raised your head to see who it was, somewhat begrudgingly, despite it being completely of your own accord.

Your eyes were met with a pair of stark green ones that seemed to go right through you; you shivered, not because they were unfriendly. Admittedly, you knew who she was, but your frank lack of energy made it hard to want to communicate with anyone, and so you pretended not to see her, looking back down at your book and swiftly burying yourself in the pages, as if you were trying to hide from her.

You knew your efforts were futile though. She was almost too nice, and it wasn’t like she knew you were already half-asleep and probably weren’t able to form a coherent sentence. At this point, you weren’t even reading. The words were going right over your head.

You heard her footsteps before her voice, and you didn’t even need to look up to know she was smiling. “Y/n!”. Too loud. You tried not to wince to noticeably.

“Hey, Alisa,” you managed to spit a greeting out. You weren’t sure what you thought about her at this point. You were tired, and it was late, and you had so many essays due that you doubted you’d get more than an hour of sleep over the next few days. Yeah, sure, you loved her but you were so overwhelmed you didn’t think you’d be able to handle talking to one more person. Emotions were confusing (especially when you considered yourself to be in love, whatever that felt like).

“How have you been?”, her voice was like silk, and you had to wait a moment to process what she was saying. Alisa continued, “I haven’t seen you since last month! How have you been?” she looked down at your book, then at your bag that barely held all the paper assigments from your classes. She laughed (the same laugh that gave you heart palpitations. This was the reason she wasn’t good for you) “You look busy.”

You laughed (it was sort of forced, but that isn’t the point), “Yeah. School tends to keep you busy,” you paused, adding shakily, “I’m used to it, though. Don’t worry about me!”

The blonde girl frowned as she watched you panic, your eyes darting everywhere but her. It was hard not to worry when you watch someone you consider a friend fall apart in the back corner of a coffee shop. She tried her best to ignore it though, and as soon as you managed to look back at her she continued the conversation.

“I don’t think we have each other’s numbers yet, y/n. Do you mind exchanging? Maybe we could go out together sometime, since i have to get home and look after Lev,” she sighed, and her eyes closed momentarily, “He’s a bit of a handful. For a fifteen-year-old.”

You didn’t have the energy to feel sorry for her but you let her enter her number into your phone, and she listened attentively when you told her yours to make sure she didn’t get it wrong and end up texting a random stranger to make plans. After you watched her leave, take-out cup of coffee in hand, you lay your head on the darkening pages of your book, ear pressed to the paper. You closed your eyes for a moment and then sat up, breathing deeply as you drank the rest of your tea. You closed your book, tucking it into the bottom of your bag and standing up, patting your coat pocket to check that your phone was still in there.

It was pitch-black when you stepped outside, and the streetlamps made you squint and cover your eyes with one hand; your apartment wasn’t too far away but it was cold and taxis were easy. You flagged one down and climbed into the back, sitting directly behind the driver (it made you feel safer anyway), and you put in your headphones.

The drive passed quickly, and as soon as you paid for the journey and exited the car you began to walk briskly up the stairs to your place. Your keys were in the same pocket as your phone, and you pulled them out wearily, pushing the silver one into the lock and turning it till you heard the familiar click.

The door felt extra heavy tonight, and your bag dropped to the floor just as quickly as you dropped onto your bed. The lights were too bright to turn on but the fairy lights lining the walls were fine; you opted for them as you dropped your thick coat next to your bag and shoes. Closing the window from the freezing cold and switching on the little heater, you crawled into bed and let the warmth envelop you. You fell asleep in mere seconds, ignoring the loud vibrations from your phone carry across the room.

Most of the time, when you don’t want to reply to someone’s message or call them back, you just pretend to have not read it or noticed in the first place. It was weird, leaving the notification there, just to remind yourself that she texted you first. When you’d exchanged numbers the previous week, you just assumed that you’d be the first one to reach out. That’s how it had been with every other friend you’d made. You weren’t disappointed; in fact, you were grateful. You hated having to initiate conversations, however you still felt bad for not replying.

It had been five days since Alisa first messaged you, three since the second time, and fifteen minutes since the last. The latest one read ‘I’m coming over. Be about 20 minutes!’.

You sighed, reading it once more and then turning your brightness down. Just because you hadn’t replied to any of her texts didn’t mean you weren’t ok. The music barely reached your ears since you were buried so deep under your covers, but that was fine. You weren’t really listening to it anyways.

There was a knock at the door. You didn’t think that the person on the other side realised how thin it was, but you definitely heard them sigh and let out a string of curses after you didn’t reply. It was Alisa, but you knew that. Nobody else would want to check in on you. The doorknob rattled and you winced; too loud. It opened, a little quieter this time, and slowly, the covers were peeled off of your figure. Alisa sighed (again. How sick of you could she possibly be? You only got back in touch less that six days ago) and looked down at you with disdain.

“You need to get up. Have you missed any classes?” you shook you head in response to her questions. You couldn’t miss classes. It’s not as if you found them particularly difficult. Just a little boring, that’s all.

You closed your eyes, tapping your fingers against the mattress. The blinds had been opened and now the evening light was pouring into your room unfiltered. Alisa grabbed your wrist gently, pulling you up painfully slowly. You groaned, rubbing your eyes and patting her hand to let her know you can sit up on your own.

You opened your eyes somewhat begrudgingly, squinting from the still too-bright light. Alisa was stood at your small fridge, rifling through whatever food was left in there. She pulled out a half-full bottle of milk and a packet of ham. “Do you not uhh,” she paused, “have any… other kinds of food? Or is your diet limited to milk and ham sandwiches?”

“I usually get takeout. Or ham sandwiches. Sort of depends how lazy i’m feeling on that day.” She turned and smiled at you, nodded her head back towards the door. “We can go to mine. I have ‘good’ food there. Lev needs feeding anyways.”. You grinned, “I thought Lev was fifteen?”

“Yeah, but he’s still incompetent. I’ll teach him to cook later, when i’m not taking care of you.”

You looked down at your lap, and then at the pair of shoes on the floor next to your bed. Sliding them on, you stood, looking at Alisa for approval. “You look fine. When was the last time you changed?”

You hesitated, thinking for a moment, “A few hours ago, when i got back from class.” You grabbed the brush on the bedside table and combed through your hair a few times, evening it out from the mess it was a minute ago. “C’mon,” Alisa opened the door, “Don’t forget your keys! I doubt you wanna get locked out, right?”

Alisa’s house was big. She was lucky not to have to live in student accommodation, in all honesty. When you sat down on her large sofa, you heard the voices of two adults nearing. You weren’t sure what to think at this point. You and Alisa barely knew each other, and she’d come to your apartment, dragged you out of bed, invited you into her home where her whole family was.

“Alisa, darling? Have you brought a friend over?”

You saw her nod out of the corner of your eye as she made your meal, humming quietly to the tune of the music. There were loud, fast footsteps in the corridor that her parents had exited and looking up, you saw a lanky grey-haired boy with the same stark green eyes as her. He was almost as tall as the ceiling, and when he entered the room he had to duck to get through the threshold. You assumed this was Lev, Alisa’s high school age brother. Volleyball boy. Whatever. He was unimportant, and you were hungry.

“Ah! Lyovochka! Are your teammates here? Do they want food?” she didn’t look up from the kitchen counter as she spoke but Lev nodded, running back to ask his friends if they wanted food. (He never came back to give any sort of answer, though)

“So!” the sudden appearance of Alisa’s mother was unexpected. She was just as pretty as her daughter, but very obviously older. “What’s your name?”

You stuttered, panicking slightly, avoiding any possible eye contact. You looked to Alisa for help, and caught her gaze as she hurried over, sitting next to you. “This is y/n, mom. We met a while ago but i invited her over for lunch today,” she looked at you and patted your thigh, trying to calm you down slightly, “We might go out to the city later, if that’s okay with them.”

Alisa’s mother raised her eyebrows at your unwillingness to speak; maybe she thought you were being rude, but you didn’t have the capacity to worry about that right now. “Nice to meet you, y/n.” You nodded, slightly dizzy from being so overwhelmed but trying to be as polite as possible nonetheless. Alisa’s dad was stood behind the sofa, a large cup of what you assumed to be tea inbetween his hands.

Alisa stood and ushered her parents away, towards the door. “Were you going out?” they nodded, grabbing bags and phones on the way out, “We’ll see you later, then!” Her father tried protesting, but Alisa reassured them that Lev was completely fine while you and her were here.

Once the door was closed, Alisa looked back at you apologetically. “Sorry about them! They can be a little overbearing sometimes.” she gave you a small smile and pulled out two plates. “I think that’s an understatement.” you replied quietly.

She laughed loudly, earning a smile from you. “I’m glad you’re okay now though.” she looked at you, smile instantly gone from her face. “You are okay, right?” You nodded, and she relaxed, serving your food onto the plates and bringing them round to the coffee table you were sat facing. “It might be a little hot. Wait a bit before you try it.”

You picked up your plate and put it onto your lap, the warmth of it heating your legs, as if the heat of the room wasn’t already enough. Your face felt warm and your hands shook slightly as you reached to pick up the food; you were either hungry or nervous. It was probably best to not think about it too much.

Alisa was staring at the TV that was sat on a polished wooden desk by the wall, her eyes mirroring the images from the screen. From the looks of it, she was watching a documentary on animals in the arctic, probably one you’d seen before. You weren’t looking at it, but the narrator’s voice sounded familiar and when you were little you’d watch stuff like that constantly, sometimes the same one over and over again until you got bored of it then moved on to the next one (which you’d also - metaphorically - beat half to death and then abandon)

After your meal, the two of you were still, to your displeasure, sat it silence. Alisa had turned the show off and was now sat reading a book and you were fiddling with your hands, waiting for her to notice you and let you go home (really, you could leave any moment, but you didn’t want to say anything first).

You stood up upon hearing Lev shouting from what you assumed was his room, and Alisa’s head immediately snapped up. She checked the time on the clock above the kitchen counter, and gasped, looking at you apologetically.

“Gosh! Y/n, you should have told me it was so late! I’ll walk you home.”

You shook your head, and the blonde girl in front of you sighed. “Are you sure? It’s getting dark. At least let me call you a taxi, ok?”. You hummed out a noise of approval and she picked up her phone that had been resting precariously on the arm of the sofa.

As she was speaking to the person on the other end of the line, (a series of yeses followed by her address and then your street. You smiled, tapping your chest and then sliding your arms into the sleeves of your jacket. She opened the door for you and the taxi pulled into her drive as you stepped out of the threshold; you waved at her, thanking her for your stay, and then wandered over to the taxi, sitting in your usual seat (behind the driver) and she only closed the door of her home when the car drove off. Your phone buzzed; ‘text me when you get home safe, ok! -Alisa <3’.

The next month was January.

The holiday season had passed without you seeing Alisa once, except for in a corner shop once, where you pretended not to see her but ended up being approached anyways. That time there was a pink coating her porcelain skin (you weren’t sure whether it was makeup, the cold or an actual blush, but you opted for the last one to satisfy yourself somewhat).

You sort of wished that you’d been able to spend the holidays with her, though. Sometimes, you found yourself thinking about her unconsciously. It was weird, but you ignored it. Stuff like that seemed like a lot of effort to you, and you were not notorious for being invested in relationships, platonic or romantic.

You only had one class today, and after that you saw her in the hallways. She’d obviously had a class in the same building of you, and as usual, you pretended not to have seen her. You just kept walking, coffee in hand, eyes on the floor. Again, like the first time you’d really talked, you heard her footsteps approaching and accepted your fate.

“Y/n! Hey!” she kept walking after you; you buried your face into your scarf and tried to get yourself to stop but it felt like your feet were moving on their own. Why were you ignoring her? You liked her, for god’s sake! You barely knew her, you should be using moments like these to get to know her better! What the hell were you doing?

Her hand landed on your shoulder and pulled you back. By now, the pair of you were outside, and your feet were crunching over newly layed snow. It was coming down thickly, you had to squint to see her properly. She looked tired, and her face was pale in comparison to the pink of the tip of her nose and her ears. It was cold, after all, and she didn’t have a scarf of hat or anything. You wanted to lend her yours; that was what people who were close did, wasn’t it? Why did she look so bedraggled anyway?

“Y/n, seriously, stop.”

You frowned, confused. You looked sad? And why would she care anyways? You weren’t close, and you could see her friends looking on from the steps of the building. The snow was catching in her hair and it felt like time had stopped; she really did look unreal. “I didn’t know you cared about me so much, Alisa. We’re not close, and we barely ever talk.”

It looked like she was about to cry. Maybe it was the cold?

“I don’t need a reason to care about you, y/n!” she reached a hand up to rub her eyes, “I can’t seem to stop thinking about you, and it’s driving me crazy!” she pointed to her friends on the steps, “They know it!” she was shouting now, and the wind seemed to whistle even louder in your ears, “Everyone else seems to know i’m in love with you except you! And i’m sorry if i didn’t make it obvious enough for you.”

At this point your brain was going overdrive to process what she’d just told you. You knew you probably looked stupid just standing there and staring at he but what else could you do? This wasn’t exactly how you’d pictured your evening going, and despite receiving confessions before this one felt different; you felt like your heart was on fire. It burned, and you were out of breath despite standing completely still. Alisa reached out and took your freezing cold hand into her own. She was surprisingly warm, and there were tears dripping off of her chin onto her coat. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that, you probably never felt the same way. Like you said, right? We barely even know each other.”

You stepped forward (again, it felt like you weren’t in control of your own feet) and with the hand Alisa wasn’t holding, cupped her cold cheek. She looked back at you and you could see her friends out of the corner of your eyes chewing the inside of their cheeks. It was embarrassing to say the least, but necessary. Alisa sniffed, and you looked back down at the ground, shaking your head. “No that’s not what i..” you tried to make your voice louder, “I just didn’t expect you to also feel like that.”

She laughed (it was probably the most beautiful noise you’d ever had the pleasure of hearing) and leaned in so that your foreheads were touching, her pretty smile still adorning her lips. “I’m glad,” she whispered, and the burning of your cheeks felt like a blazing fire across your face.

“Call me later, ok?” you nodded as she moved her face away, hand leaving yours reluctantly. “We can go out sometime. If it’s uhh.. okay with you, of course.” You giggled, and Alisa waved, her friends running after her (also giggling and patting Alisa’s head in what looked like celebration). It had stopped snowing, and the sun was shining through the clouds in a golden evening glow, lighting up the city marvellously. You decided to walk home today.

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alias-b · 5 years ago

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Nothing Lasts Forever.

Summary. The town of Derry changes people. Sends them running away. What it draws in is arguably worse. Humans create the hate and evil monsters come to feed off of. Eleanor Baker knew that well at a young age when she stumbled upon a painted figure in the distance. Pennywise never forgot the girl without fear. It’s possible that they haunted each other.

AN: I take no responsibility for this. Me flexing some horror and hopelessness bc I have nothing left to lose here. Wrote this to work through some things and sorta in love with it. TW: Should be obvious. Trauma. CSA mention. Abuse. S*xual references. G*re. S*icidal thoughts. Death. Pennywise F*cks and it’s canon. Sorry, Mr. King.

Pennywise x OC Eleanor Baker ~ Also on my ao3

They say she saw It first.

They say she smelled the circus. Sugary sweet and the rusting of metal.

They say she heard the bells toll soft. Once. Twice for her.

They say she felt no fear.

A branch cracked under pristine shoes, distracting a clown in the midst of hunt. The prey; small and blue eyed, barely five years old, ran into safe arms where their family set up camp for a weekend by the lake.

Body twisting around, It saw her last. Six years old. Curious green eyes shimmered even under grey skies. Pigtails. Feet behind her, father was hunched over to change a tire with mother beckoning from the window. Pulled over to the side of the road near a Derry forest. The Baker family. Well known and beloved because they had money.

“Eleanor. You’ll ruin your new shoes. We can’t be late for your recital. It’s going to rain!” Mother’s voice went under heard. Leaves rustled while the clown made a path to slink toward her. Her lips parted, eyes fixated and unblinking. Yellow eyes faded to baby blue like the pretty jewels her mother wore. Safe.

They were face to face. Drool dripped to hit her once untouched shoes. Those bejeweled eyes surged from that delicate blue back to a hungry orange, glowing brighter and yet he smelled nothing.

She had no scent. No fear. A deep, wide nothing. Vast as the ocean could reach. There was no advancing, no will to bring forth the deadlights. She’d probably think they were pretty stars watching over her. Cinderella wishing for a fairy godmother and a prince to whisk her away. He could only watch her make an utter fool of him. Somehow that charmed.

“Eleanor, now!” Came the shout from her father. A drop of red emerged from the trees. Shiny and terrible. “Where did you get that?”

A red balloon skimmed against the breeze.

“From the clown.” She said, getting into the car. “He gave it to me.”

“Enough playing around, Nell.” Father pressed her inside. The grip was lost along the tangled string. That spot of blood floated up toward the endless sky. Became a floating star too. She wished to float with it.

Eleanor danced her little heart out. Prima Ballerina in the making. Perfection was not everything, it was the only thing. She gazed into the audience beyond the balmy stage lights. Rows and rows of orange eyes. Glowing into her. No fear to be cast. Not for any of them. This world didn’t deserve it.

She saw It again that same week. When they attended a big family reunion. Picnic and all. And her uncle pulled her into the closet full of coats and old board games that were gathering dust. He called this a game too. A secret game.

After he’d decided the game was over, a pang snatched his heart to squeeze. Gushing. Eleanor saw those glowing eyes from the shadows. Thought for a moment it was the old cat who roamed the grounds.

Her uncle asked for help with no breaths left. Tore her frilly dress clutching at her. Hit the hardwood with a finishing crack. Blood pooled.

Nell didn’t want it to stain her shoes or Mother would be upset.

That white face bent down toward her. Spine curving to push out against skin. Utterly inhuman.

“Can you smell the circus, Nelly?” Painted lips full of clustering teeth rumbled. She blinked. White cheeks threatened to tear open with the grin curling.

“Yes.”

Little, pretty bells chimed in the ruffles of his garment as he laughed. Soft and sweeter than any sound in this world.

"Who are you?"

"Pennywise. The dancing clown." He caught her looking at the body behind his feet.

Big eyes full and empty.

“Oh, don’t worry about him, he won’t float.” The clown paused. “You’re a little wonder, aren’t you?”

She said nothing to that.

“Go on, grow and see if the world devours you. Tumble back to the weeds where I'll find you again.” His own curiosity was a growing sickness. This fragile human. Unbreakable.

The thing about Pennywise was he never considered himself the villain. He only came to feed when that evil and hatred humans brought this world was potent. Natural order. Clockwork. Wolves feed on sheep. The worlds spun on.

Predators tore into prey, he wouldn’t apologize for that. He didn’t create the hatred, just fed from it. Didn't stop it either. Little dash of fear did a body good. Gave it a sweeter taste.

Fear was painfully human. A trait that tore us open to display the soft underbelly because it betrayed us down to the core. Granted us something to overcome. A test of endurance. Truly let our true colors pour fresh and obscene. Beautiful. Even when it overcame.

Pennywise gave her head a pat, leaned down to whisper into her ear.

“I see into your blackest heart of hearts, Nelly, deep down you’ll know. You'll always know.”

The door opened. Tiny footsteps away from the dark and the figure there always watching her. Like the stars above in a black sky.

“You’ll know.”

Eleanor walked downstairs. Out into the sunny day full of festivities and family. Asked her aunt for another piece of cake. Frosted with yellow buttercream flowers. They discovered her uncle in that closet at the same time the flies found him too.

They found the cloth clutched into his meaty, stiff hand and began to ask questions. She didn’t want to talk about the secret games he played when she was in that house. They sent a bolt of thunder rattling into her brain. Unraveled the synapses.

Her mother burned the cloth. Vowed to never speak of it in hopes she would forget. Children forgot things all the time.

Nell never forgot. Not for a moment. Not her uncle or her festering relatives who seemed to easily put her in the back of their memories.

She wanted them to always remember too. If anything, they owed her that much.

The pictures her mind fleshed out with crayons were not what children should be drawing. Twisted bodies sometimes. Other days, it was those eyes. Molten lava. Mother and father decided this wasn’t something they could deal with. Seeing her looking so still and motionless around the house like a ghost was too much. Knowing they failed their daughter was just too much. A lock clicked.

They put her in a place that watched over mistakes of all ages from rich families. Paid it well. They told Eleanor it wasn’t her fault and yet, she was the one locked away in a tower for it. She was the one ignored and doped up.

Ten years and she gave them nothing. Years of homeschooling. Counseling. Medications. Years of sticking her tongue out to swear she’d swallowed her pills. Years of giving them nothing. No laughter or tears. She never hurt a fly and she was the monster.

Sometimes, it was easier to become the monster they wanted, she supposed.

Eleanor got out and married the first man who smiled at her. Called her pretty. Just to be away from mother and father. They’d rot in the weeds soon enough. The rest of her family dwindled. Terrible accidents. She vowed to never reproduce to spite them.

Husband played games too when dinner wasn’t just right or when she dressed just a little against his wishes. Seven miscarriages. Too many broken promises. A car accident pulled his body apart. Left her with some money to return home.

Mother and father needed her now, sick and dying in their lavish beds. Life always went on in Derry. Father went still snug in his tomb a month later. Few more weeks and mother’s harsh insults became apologies.

This girl she ignored was all she had left.

“Nell, I hope you can forgive us.” Her mother croaked one day.

“You’re free to do that, mama.” She’d turned and came to sit on the bed.

“Do what, my dear?”

“Hope.” Eleanor tucked some brittle hair from mother’s face. Made room for the pillow she pushed into place. Eight minutes and it was over. Twenty seven years and members of her family dropped like flies. She told herself it was a curse. Or fate.

Bloodlines dying had never been so beautiful. Not built to last forever. Not at all. There was justice in that much.

Both Eleanor’s parents became ashes in two ornate urns. She drove them out to the Barrens and poured them into the festering waters. Stinking of Derry’s rotten bowels. Wind swept. Picking up green and brown leaves. Wading the waters to give them some appearance of peace.

Nell didn’t smell the stink of death. She smelt the circus. Hot buttery popcorn and cotton candy. Twang of metal from the old, rusted rides whirling all directions. A child’s laughter echoed out from the giant pipe ahead. Covered in sludge and moss.

She followed the lively sounds. Enticed. No long holding to this world. Another one awaited. It always had. Marked with two glowing orange eyes.

Reminded her of the lights twinkling every Halloween. Jack-o-lanterns you couldn’t blow out before midnight because it was against the rules and would bring you bad luck.

Through watery rot and dead leaves, Nell went into the pipes. Caught glimmers of light between cracks. Felt her way. Heard the uttering of the seven children she lost beckoning her home.

Down.

Ruined her clothes in the trance. Clawing for more because the world couldn’t hope to deliver. Into a massive nest with a skylight. Candlelight danced. She heard the trill of a music box until the room came alive. Whirled from rust and rot to marble and gold.

Prettier than her wedding day. A church with decorated pews of red taffeta. White roses hanging from every corner. Petals crying into the cherry wood floors.

A man smiled at her who wasn’t Husband. Sharp, brooding face. Swept brown locks slicked like Clark Gable. Pink lips curled and crystalline eyes gave a twinkle. A white suit and one red rose at his breast.

She came to him when he reached. Body heavier because a dress dragged behind her. Full skirt of those same delicate white roses. Tight bodice that twinkled under candlelight. Nell smiled too. Utterly lost and found all at once in this room that smelled like decadent caramel apples.

A gloved hand curled into hers.

“Am I dead?” She asked.

“Oh, yes. For twenty seven years now. You wandered the Earth. But, you're home now.” That voice. All shivers. Chilling until the candles started to snuff out. “That was not life, Nelly. You existed by a thread.”

“Nelly.” She mused in her deepest dream of dreams. The hate and the neglect and the sheer evil brought by humans who were supposed love and protect instead tore her soul far asunder.

The man leaned in near her hair. Inhaled.

“Nothing. Even still.” He recounted the memories. All those times he tried and failed to devour her. “Little wonder.”

"Pennywise." She puffed, barely audible.

“I watched you dance. All those years. You can dance down here too in the dark."

Nell realized as he brought her out for a romantic spin. She’d been seeking him out all her life. All the decay and twisting vines in her soul. Begging to just cross over and stop this pain. But, he wouldn’t finish it because she had no fear. So she danced until the room began to peel. He wiped his cheek on one sleeve. Peachy makeup smeared the fabric to display that red smile upon white skin.

She pushed off him. Watched blood rain and melt the rest of it away. This place. A nest. A stomach. A pile of trash and metal twisted up toward the sky. Gouging. Figures floating around it. Waiting. Sleeping soundly because evil couldn’t touch them anymore. At the very least. They fueled something brand new.

No cry. No scream. Nell succumbed. Stumbling back into a worn mattress as the clown crawled up toward her at some inhuman speed. Slapped his hands on either side of her head. They just breathed.

Existed together in one space.

Sometimes good and bravery didn’t blossom from overcoming fear. Sometimes you still wanted to die because enduring a lifelong ache was not growth. It just hurt. There was power in it, but it fucking ached.

It burned. Plenty of things in her life burned. The scorn of her parents. Her uncle's games. The rotten nurses tossing her around. Husband's hands indenting skin.

But, Pennywise didn’t. He just showed up to watch the fires grow hot and breathless into a black sky. The terrible view was still a breathtaking thing. Something shattering to become a supernova. Rebirth.

Enduring pain was worth it. That sick curiosity that there was something more to life. It was worth it. So, fight. Endure. Ache. Be human while you have the chance in an inhuman world because it needs you.

Gloves opened her dress. Tore layers of tulle and chiffon. Slashed silk. Hands pressed against his chest. Not pushing or pulling. Just holding. Shifting over thick, stitched cotton. Ruffles swayed. She felt a heart beat so hard there under her palm.

He was alive. Something brand new. Not of this world.

“Am I like you?” She begged finally. Years of searching and asking why. He stopped to see her green eyes. Glowered. One blue, one orange.

“Not yet.” Was the truest answer he could form. Fingers gripped his fabric sleeves. Twisted just to hold onto something tangible for the first time in all her existence. Alive at last in this place. Water droplets echoed distantly. “You cannot last forever. Nothing lasts forever.”

Except love, she thought. Except desire.

Pennywise seemed to hear it even still. Felt the truth of it carve out his heart that was still beating powerfully. Profoundly.

Something flayed her open. Pushed inside. Made her moan deliciously until two gloved fingers touched her mouth. Bodies connecting. Moving together.

There were hands everywhere. Stroking soft caresses up and down her naked flesh. It felt like a million little pieces of candlelight were swirling up her body. Those same orbs that had been following her around for too many years shined behind his eyes. Resonated. Beautiful.

She made out parts of him between thumps. Orange hair. Pristine paint. His mouth on her skin. A heart that was pumping vigorously. Low rumbling growls. Nell felt she’d been starved all her life and was finally feeding. Finally letting the ache flood out that she’d held onto for too long. Finally alive. Feeling. Deep down and drawing in it.

Her voice came to beg for more of him. Hands grasping to touch him back. To delve into this earth and just feel. He touched her everywhere. Lips and neck. Down her breasts. Between spread legs.

The combined sensations made her cry out for him to never stop. A gloved hand on her jaw brought their eyes together. Hot, wet touch. Boiling. The peak shattered them both. Nell fell to shuddering pieces. Curved up. Moaning and shameless. Weight fell into her body so lips could touch her own. Once. Just once while they were warm.

Pennywise lifted off fully to see her eyes. Inhaled again and got what he’d sought too. Years and it was finally there.

Those green eyes glimmered at him. A waft of sweet candied apples bubbled with heat. Fear. Clear as a crystal, dewy morning. It was the most beautiful thing in the world.

There was finally something found that could be lost. Something she sought out and held and hoped for.

And the fear of losing it was almost too much to bear.

One gloved finger caught a tear that trickled out from the corner of her eyes.

“Please.” She said, unable to find much else. Like she wanted him and nothing else for the rest of these long days. Do it. Just do it. Nell’s hand lifted. Gentle fingers drew lines along his face. "Pennywise. Please."

It was a soft prayer.

He lunged down. Sunk teeth into her tender neck. Tore the scream out before she could hope to give it. Nell choked there. Made an odd sound like she was laughing. It bubbled. Claws grew out from those gloves. Shoved forth into her raging heart.

A squelch.

Her lips were still upturned when it was done. Green eyes pointed on him. Peaceful and bloodied. Naked under the moonlight. Dripping rubies.

He tossed his head back and wailed. Teeth sharp and bared. Bloodied. Lost. A shattering sound that bent time and space apart. Pennywise plucked her up. Climbed high and vast to the very top of the twisting pile. Watched the dead children float like little falling stars. Something to make wishes upon. Peaceful for only a second in this life.

He placed her there in a sheer drape. Closed her eyes. Let the deadlights swelter above them. Spinning all directions.

A scar thickened.

Three days passed. The deadlights danced high and wide. Fluttering like a swarm of butterflies. The world spun on a new axis. Pennywise sat below upon his stage. Curved over in wait. Marble statue.

A low rumble like a purr erupted. Dainty feet came to him with a newfound grace. Little dancer. Deadly ballerina all porcelain and blushed. Blood red shoes made soft taps across the stage.

A white hand touched his shoulder. His little wonder. Bells tolled distantly three times.

“Can you smell the circus?” Her voice poured white hot. Purring louder so he'd feel it vibrate his own chest.

Lips curled wide. Split. Pennywise rose to see her in the light. Perfection. Those green eyes shimmering like emeralds. Haunted. Totally alive and willing.

“Yes.” He hissed. Cupping her face to see the angles. Not ruining the permanent brushstrokes that came with her rebirth. “Yes, I do.” A bond struck.

I do. I promise. We'll float. Always.

Nell smiled to match him. Totally and irrevocably his equal. A pulse of light drew them together. She granted him a single kiss, tasting candied. A new horror in this world hungry for the evil it would always bring.

“We were built to last forever.”

#pennywise #pennywise x oc #pennywise imagine #mine #writing

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non-sequitura · 4 years ago

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Non-sequitura Disney in-depth analysis (after making a tier list)

Warning: SUPER longform. If you don’t know a movie well, you should skip the summary. I tried to be light on spoilers, but they’re there.

I went chronologically from favorite to least favorite. So S tier is, in order from fave to least fave, The Incredibles, WALL-E, then Zootopia.

S tier (Something I consider high quality AND a movie I greatly enjoy. I would love more Disney movies be like this.)

The Incredibles - one of my favorite movies of all time, possibly THE favorite. Rockin social commentary, epic action scenes, memorable characters, not a minute of screentime wasted, great take on the Fantastic Four, hilarious parts for both adults and children, an interesting villain, etc.

WALL-E - I love how social commentary was done here. Also skies above, what a beautiful love story. Really blazed a trail in non-verbal storytelling (especially given it was an animated kids film!) Robot animations are particularly delightful.

Zootopia - another social message delivered excellently and entertainingly. I love Judy and her persistence, I love the expressiveness of the faces and the epic city setting. I love Judy and Nick's banter. This movie deserves to be remembered longer than it has been so far. Admittedly, not one of my fave villains, which makes it my least favorite of the Ss.

A tier (either super high quality or something I greatly enjoy and deem of at least reasonably good quality)

Mulan - this movie did everything right. Truly feminist protagonist, an icon for strong Asian women, fairly culturally accurate (tho Mushu confuses me), GORGEOUS and iconic music. Lets a relatively natural romance develop. I frickin love the action scenes, I love the emporer. Sadly, this movie just didn't lodge its way in my heart as well as Pixar did. Pixar just has some magic, yo.

Cinderella - my gosh what an underrated protagonist. Her family straight-up abuses her and she never loses sight of her goals for a better life. Iconic visuals helped bring Disney out of bankruptcy. A gorgeous alto singing voice.

Wreck-it Ralph - alright alright ppl don’t crucify me for this. I honestly can’t think of much wrong with this movie. Vanellope and Ralph’s vitriolic best buds relationship is adorable, her forgiveness of him is heartwarming and (relatively) deserved, rockin’ Owl City song, epic visuals that mix together bc of all the different games. ALSO ONE OF THE BEST DISNEY VILLAINS NO CAP. One of the only twist villains I like. And we stan the romantic pairing.

Tangled - I’ve talked about this a lot, but Rapunzel deserved the whole world after what she’s gone through. That being said, Gothel is not some shallow monster she needs to escape from, but an intelligent, well-defined monster with backstory. I could totally see this story happening if the world of Tangled existed. Epic love story, hilarious dialogue. Music is… good but much of it is less memorable to me. Visuals are good but not quite at the level/creativity of many other disney films.

The Lion King - they really put Hamlet in Africa and pulled it off lol. But in all seriousness, no one took the premise of this film seriously at the time and it became sooo iconic. I love Scar and his eventual downfall, I love how Simba grows emotionally, I love the sad moments that don’t overpower the overall feeling of light goofiness. And music so memorable it was one of the first Disney musicals.

Coco - not a super unique story premise. But an incredible culture to explore with such creativity and sensitivity. I love the themes of death not being the worst and music being so central to the story. Twist/twist villain was memorable and not expected. And yeah, it did make me cry, so props there.

Ratatouille - the most recently watched of these films for me. This movie is soooo unique! Back when Pixar was truly super out there with their concepts. Super Parisian visuals and soundtrack. It somehow starts goofy (THE OLD LADY TRIES TO KILL REMY WITH A SHOTGUN WHILE WEARING A GAS MASK) but really drives home the message that you can truly do what you want regardless of who you are. Colette can get it. And the monologue by Ego at the end is one of my favorites in film.

Frozen - Anna is one of my favorite Disney protagonists. She’s so resilient and loyal. Elsa ain’t bad either but she experiences… less character development. The film is a tad too pleased with its own self-awareness for my taste, but there’s no denying how iconic the music and visuals were.

Inside Out - Alright, this movie hits home for me bc I tried to run away after moving. A super thoughtful, heartfelt depiction of (potentially depression? imo) with great moments of humor. Riley’s inner world is so creative and lovely. Also realistic depictions of Minnesota/California culture.

Tarzan - Jane! is! smart! and! adorable! Her scientific curiosity makes her very endearing. it’s so cute to see her and Tarzan learn from each other. Also Tarzan’s “found mother” is epic. Solid score. Solid film all around. To quote Lily Orchard, “This film is what Pocahontas tried to be.”

B tier (one of my favorites but has a few significant flaws that bring it down (or not quite as memorable to me, but consider good quality))

Peter Pan - Haven’t seen it in a hot sec, but I remember being super charmed by this as a kid. Just going out, having incredible adventures, and returning to a warm home at the end of the day. Tinker Bell is hilarious and beautifully drawn. Gets major negative points for the depiction of Native Americans tho.

Big Hero 6 - I was super charmed by the protagonist, his family/friends, and the setting. The plot/villain’s motivations are a bit of a mess, though.

Princess and the Frog - This movie has so much flavor to it! The visuals/music are lovely and unique. Tiana is incredible but it’s kinda annoying how EVERYONE keeps trying to shoehorn her into romance. The thing is, her goals are entirely reasonable. Focus on her restaurant, then look to settle down. But they’re like “nooo you’re ignoring the important things in life” smh. Also, epic villain, woohoo! The movie dragged significantly for me when they were in the bayou. Charlotte is delightful.

Winnie the Pooh - don’t remember it super well, but I think it was charming and occasionally dark, which is an addictive concoction.

The Little Mermaid - MAN ppl roast Ariel way more than she deserves. Visually, it was… fine. idk. This movie is good. I don’t have much else to say about it.

Snow White - the one that started it all. Visually, super impressive. Musically, lovely. I find the romance a bit… off. Well, more than a bit. What is it with Disney and kissing sleeping people?

Alice in Wonderland - a nerdy acid trip. Right up my alley! I also like films where ppl go on incredible adventures and return to the status quo, but THEY changed bc of it. Epic. SUUUUPER creative visual interpretation of Carroll’s book. Brave - gosh I loooove films where a parent and child learn to understand each other. Never got why ppl hated this movie so much. The Scottish flavor is present and fun. Merida made one mistake and made it up. The arrow scene is iconic.

Cars - a fun ride! (hahaha puns.) We love seeing Paul Newman as a car.

B-minus tier? (same as B, but problematic, or weaker story-wise.)

Hunchback - man… settings-wise, this film might be my favorite. I also love Esmeralda and Quasimodo as characters and as a duo (though the sexualized depiction of Romani ppl is not epic.) I also don’t find the discrimination against Esmeralda/Quasimodo jarring bc it matches the time period. Frollo is super interesting as a villain. The gargoyles are… def not necessary. Basically, this film doesn’t know what it’s doing with tone.

Sleeping Beauty - Aurora was my favorite when I was younger because I thought she was the prettiest, and that still defines how i feel about this, basically. Visually lovely - everything is kind of elongated and gothic. Maleficent is spiteful and epic. I have no issue with the fluffier parts of the movie, like the music or the fairies. RIP for lack of consent being a plot point, though.

Hercules - Megara is incredible. one of the only Disney “princesses” who acts like an adult and has cynicism as a major part of her personality. I love her and Herc’s progression where she learns to trust him (yes, he is genuinely that sincere, it’s not a front.) Muses are unique, whoever came up with them was high on something and I’m living for it. I just think the plot itself was somewhat unrealistic/ weirdly-paced. There are some memorable songs, some less-than-memorable songs. Art style is cool but I’m personally not a fan. EXTREMELY inaccurate depictions of the original Greek gods.

C tier (entertaining, but I don't consider it a great movie)

Bolt - I watched this like 11 years ago. It was fun! A cool concept about those put on a pedestal learning their worth even without celebrity boosting them up. Animation was… fine I think. not super memorable to me.

Frozen 2 - They really took any scrap of character development Elsa had in the first movie, threw it in the garbage and set it on fire. Anna deserved so much better. Songs are bombastic and impressive, have the occasional interesting lyric, but are really weirdly placed and none are quite as iconic as the first movie’s (except Aurora, she does great work here. Also the song Anna sings after she thinks Elsa died.)

Not a big fan of the vaguely homeopathic theme. Not a big fan of Olaf’s WEIRD character development. Not a big fan of the suuuuuper awkward dialogue and the animations that imply not only that Kristoff is into his reindeer but that Elsa and Anna are into each other (if you’re questioning if they did that, yes, they did, I can find screenshots of some really weird expressions/moments. THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO PANDER TO YOUR WEIRD FANS, DISNEY.)

The voice actors did great work, the animators did great work (look at the details on their clothes! Look at how Elsa’s posture changes to be more confident! look at how they're animated while they're singing!) Some weird costume/makeup choices that make Elsa look like an aging starlet, but she also has some gorgeous moments so eh. It’s a wash for me.

They really did not know what to do with Kristoff this movie, huh. The only thing that happened to him was singing a cheesy 90s ballad and marrying Anna, both of which were admittedly epic. Also, the trolls got 0 appearances despite being literally psychic. Probably could have helped with a lot. I'm not a huge fan of lore/worldbuilding, and thee was a lot of it here. Overall neutral on it.

Also a big theme in this movie I don’t love - **** TANGIBLE CONSEQUENCES TO OUR ACTIONS!!! The danger is Elsa’s death, the elements, colonialism, and Arendelle literally being destroyed. None of those end up playing out, so I was left at the end going “this film had literally no stakes.”

Monsters U - same as above - entertaining at the time! Not super memorable. The ppl we were supposed to dislike kept switching. Doesn’t really match the canon of Monsters Inc (I thought they were supposed to have known each other since childhood so why did they meet in college?)

Cars 3 - so apparently, everyone HATED this movie! Fun! I never watched Cars 2 (yes watched Cars 1 if you haven’t been paying attention to this list), but I didn’t think this movie was bad at all. Well-acted, some fun chase scenes, the scene where Lightning fails at driving in the simulation is genuinely hilarious, and some interesting perspectives on teachers getting the spotlight for their skills for once.

Incredibles 2 - I liked this film at first, but then it was… just okay in retrospect. I love me some good family dynamics. The plot here makes not a lot of sense. THEY BUILT UP THE UNDERMINER FOR NOTHING AND THEN FORGOT ABOUT HIM. I was surprised by the villain swap, but it happened so last minute I never really understood their motivations even after they explained them. Tried to tackle waaaay too many messages.

D tier (I didn't enjoy these or consider them mediocre)

Finding Dory - Maybe I should have put this higher? Like C tier at least. Ah well. Wasn’t a huge fan of the body/physical comedy (not my thing), but it was entertaining and awww finding family is heartwarming.

Finding Nemo - I remember nothing about this movie.

E tier (this film has significant problems)

Beauty and the Beast - *sigh*… I want to love this movie. The score is gorgeous. Visually, they could have made it more distinctly Rococo-era France but didn’t (why?) The voice actors did good work and I think Paige O’Hara is SUPER underrated here.

The Beast is emotionally manipulative with an awful temper that (for MOST of the movie. He doesn’t change.) That’s the main reason this is in E tier. This movie shaped so many generations of people thinking they can change the behavior of someone who treats them badly through the power of love. But you can’t. She learns to “love” the beast under coercion. It’s not Stockholm syndrome - it’s a trashy romance novel. Big fan of Gaston as a villain. He’s an archetype ppl can recognize and it’s so satisfying to hate him.

F tier (I think this film actively harms the industry and would rather it not have been made. Both the one in E tier could be considered harmful to the industry, but I think they had significant enough artistic accomplishments to scrape above that. I'm also generally a fan of "lack of censorship bc it's better to teach what not to do.")

Pocahontas - this movie took real historical events and romanticized them AND sexualized one of the only Native princesses they’ve had. Boo. Nothing wrong with animation!Pocahontas as a character, it’s just people put her in a story that doesn’t represent history well at all (and these historical events, unlike those in say, 14th-century Germany, had super relevant effects on people alive today.) And they portrayed the Native Americans and colonial settlers as equally in the wrong. (though I like Governor Radcliffe as a potential villain and love the line “see how I glitter.” I can’t NOT laugh when I hear it.) Lovely music, though. Nice animation, but the colors are weirdly… muted?

Bad Garbage (I don't wish this film had never been made, but I wish I never had to see it.)

Planes - this movie was ridiculous. I remember not much about it except that I kinda hated it and that it was super cheesy with tension one could see right through that immediately resolved itself via one twist or another.

Haven’t seen tier: Recess, A Bug’s Life, A Goofy Movie, DuckTakes Movie, Lilo and Stitch, Pinocchio (actually i have seen this but I remember nothing about it), The Nightmare before Christmas, Toy Stories 1, 2, and 3, Up, 101 Dalmatians, The Great Mouse Detective, Cars 2, Moana, The Good Dinosaur, Pete’s Dragon, Fantasia, Peter Pan Return to Neverland, Fantasia 2000, The Black Cauldron (read the book, though!), Bambi (or I did and remember nothing about it), The Rescuersm, The Rescuers Down Under, Planes Fire and Rescue, Bambi 2, The Fox & the Found, Oliver and Company, Atlantis, Treasure Planet (I want to, though), Piglet’s Big Movie, The Jungle Book, the Emporer’s New Groove, The Jungle Book 2, Chicken Little, Brother Bear, The Three Caballeros, Pooh’s Heffalump Movie, Dumbo, The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad, Aladdin (seen parts but never the whole thing), Strange Magic, The Sword in the Stone, James and the Giant Peach, Frankenweenie, Lady and the Tramp, Ralph Breaks the Internet, Doug’s 1st Movie, Monsters Inc. (want to, though), Meet the Robinsons, Dinosaur, The Aristocats, Robin Hood, The Tigger Movie, Who Framed Roger Rabbit, that pooh movie at the end without the title on it

-11/21/20

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thewildmother · 4 years ago

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ouat for that Fandom ask thing bc i miss when it was active and the Wild Takes

oh MAN, okay let’s get it. i missed out on a lot of the fandom time with this one but i do adore this show to pieces. thank you!!

the first character i ever fell in love with: highkey it was babey henry. he showed up on my screen with all of his belief and hope and love and i had no choice but to wanna hug him and love him forever 💖 a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: i absolutely adored rumplestiltskin for quite a few seasons, but i started to cool off on him by about the 12th time they decided to reverse any progress of his “redemption”. i still love the character, but not towards the end where any true happiness felt unearned?? turned on one too many times smh a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not: belle/rumple but specifically when i hit my limit and decided belle deserved so much better bc rumple was Not learning his fucking lesson my ultimate favorite character™: emma swan baby!!! ain’t nobody comes CLOSE to touching emma in my books, i will adore her until the day i die. her "i didn’t ask for that! i don’t want it!” scene is burned into my brain, i have never loved a Savior’s arc more than hers gdi prettiest character: oh that’s not fair. everyone is pretty in this show. okay top 4 (in no particular order) as a compromise: killian, ingrid, belle, emma. my most hated character: i don’t think i ever hated anyone?? WAIT THE FUCKING BLUE FAIRY!! OH ABSOLUTELY FUCK THE BLUE FAIRY!!! my OTP: emma/killian and snow/charming, i’m predictable but i love them. wait also aurora/mulan owned my ass for a hot minute my NOTP: regina/emma really steamed my nuggets, not gonna lie. a lot of it to do with the fandom surrounding it, but i also never really Got It tbh favorite episode: s3e22-23 with emma and killian being pulled into that portal? emma getting to see her parents meeting?? finally being put into the BOOK??? i’ll cry every goddamn time. also highkey whatever episode it was when emma and ingrid had that final confrontation, i fucking loved that. i miss ingrid saddest death: ingrid’s death messes me up but highkey graham’s death was the saddest. he woke up bro... love woke him up dude..... and then it was all TAKEN from him i’m gonna cry again favorite season: probably season 2 or 3?? least favorite season: by default i must says 7 simply because i haven’t seen it. maybe one day i will, but at least i know about some happy endings character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: if anyone liked blue they can meet me in the back of a denny’s and have a chat my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: zelena 😔 i’m fully aware that she has done some Really Terrible things but i get so much entertainment from her and i do really enjoy her becoming part of the Family my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: BELLE GODDAMN IT!! she deserved so much more than being stuck with a love interest that kept reverting back to his old ways and breaking her heart my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: i don’t think i have one?? the closest thing i have is the fact that i liked zelena/hades which i think was an unpopular opinion lmao my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: belle/red, red/dorothy, robin/regina

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stjudesfandom · 4 years ago

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i'm curious so give me your honest opinion about the disney princesses!

here’s my honest opinion on the cast in general. just mine remember! other fans might feel differently: THE PRINCES

cameron as flynn - completely yes. he has a boyish charm that would work so well. people who say “actors should/can play anything” are completely wrong and will never work in the industry for that reason. actors have to fit the part to the extent and this is probs the most exciting casting for me. he’ll do so well. alex as aladdin - undecided...i don’t think he’s going to play him in the way we know aladdin. i think he’ll have a more serious spin on the character but i definitely dont HATE it. oliver as prince charming - yes, yes, yes. charming isn’t exciting so they NEEDED someone who was going to give him some personality. i think this could really elevate oliver’s career too. we need more of him. harvey as eric - an actor we don’t know much about but again. YES. i think he’s the perfect fit and it’s great to see some new faces getting the chance to go big. danny as prince phillip - yes! i like it and we know danny will be able to give us prince vibes. he’s very talented. what i like about these castings is there’s a perfect balance between big names to draw people in (like danny) and lots of up and coming talent too. ezra as naveen - i don’t hate it but it’s my least favourite prince casting...the energy people wasted trying to say zara was a predictable rapunzel should have been given to this. i think he’ll kill it but idk, it doesn’t excite me as much. leo as kristofer - I DONT KNOW HOW TO FEEL. it’ll either be amazing or a trainwreck. i just cant visualise it. again, im not saying i hate it. i just need some time to sit with it. i think when we get trailers and sneak peaks, it’ll make more sense. it was just a big surprise. luke as li shang - also known as the perfect casting. he’s the perfect li shang.

THE SIDEKICKS

natalie as the fairy godmother - YES but she really needs to embrace it because this could become an iconic role for her. i think it’s perfect, i just hope she gives it her all. florence as tinkerbell - this is her first acting gig, so i haven’t got much to go off of...HOWEVER, im always very sceptical when hamiltons go into something new...because their family is so powerful in entertainment it always smells of nepotism. i love her for tinkerbell but now i hope she can actually act and has talent/wasnt just cast for who shes related to. matt as the genie - NOT A SINGLE OTHER ACTOR could do it. i’m so glad this is what he got and he wasn’t lumped with a prince or something. he has the range, we know he’s going to be reeling off those punch lines. yes. duyi as mushu - another actor i havent seen MUCH of. i think it’s accurate though and i’m intrigued to see where he goes with it.

THE VILLAINS

i’m not going to get into an individual breakdown of the villains because i agree with it all. i love that every single one is an established and known actor. i love that every single one has proved themselves already. THEY are going to be the ones who reel the audience in because names like wesley higgins, gisele collins, disney hamilton etc. are so linked to st judes. i think this was such a smart move.

THE PRINCESSES

autumn as snow - hm...i don’t know much about autumn. she has the look, definitely, but i don’t know what she’s like in terms of acting. BUT i can get behind it because acting is her main career choice so at least we know she has talent/is serious and she’ll be elevated to a new level of relevance in her career. natasha as aurora - YES YES YES i cannot stress how much i was hoping aurora wasn’t cast as someone very traditionally princess-y like mal or zara. aurora is easily the most boring and passive princess and she needed someone with a bit of edge, especially bc this is a modern franchise. a VERY underrated choice but the perfect one! mallory as cinderella - love it. i think cinderella is more relevant/important than she gets credit for so i hope mallory takes it seriously and really does her justice. looks wise, it couldn’t be more perfect. this could be a great performance if the work is put in. ruby as belle - i really love it. i didn’t at first because ruby is a singer and with franchises like this, you kind of want ALL of the cast to be very serious actors but she has had broadway experience and been in her fair share of projects so i’ve warmed to it and she just looks like belle, doesn’t she? i think she’ll do well. maelyn as ariel - i was NOT expecting it. i don’t know who i thought was going to get this tbh. i feel the same as i do about autumn...i haven’t seen much of her and ariel is SUCH a big character, i’m worried she might not do her the justice she deserves. rosalie as jasmine - YES YES YES. rosalie is the next big actress in st judes. she can do film just as well as she can do stage and this will totally prove it. harper as pocahontas - i love it! she has the look 100%. i think the only thing people will moan about is age but honestly? i think it’ll be fine. harper could easily pull off a college student (because that’s who pocahontas is in this?) and it’ll be nice to see her in something big. elodie as mulan - YES. I WAS HOPING FOR THIS. 10/10. cassidy as merida - see autumn/harper! i don’t have any complaints but hope she can do the role justice as we haven’t seen much of her. kobi as tiana - kobi is the perfect tiana. we’ve seen her do tiana before, but not a modernised version? i’m really happy we get to have her again. mason did well to not just go for “unpredictable” people and actually consider actors who would be convincing LOOKS WISE as well as acting range wise. zara as rapunzel - i will defend this casting till i die. i feel like everyone who said it was predictable lowkey wanted mal to be rapunzel and imo that would’ve been a weaker casting. when it comes to disney, you definitely have to LOOK like the character you’re portraying, zara looks the most like her AND her acting ability is insane. idk where all the arguments were coming from about actors ‘can play people they’re not necessarily like’ as well because she’s not exactly like rapunzel irl but people can already see she’d be amazing as her, so that kind of defeats what the people who dont like the casting are saying? long story short, a perfect casting and the right choice. i just hope she isnt disheartened and brings her A-game. mackenzie as elsa - YES YES elsa is supposed to be slightly older than most of the princesses and have a sophisticated air about her. mackenzie will give us the elsa we deserve. she looks enough like her to make this a recognisable disney franchise but also has the acting range to show different sides to elsa’s character that haven’t been portrayed in the original movies. heidi as anna - THIS IS CUTE. i approve! christelle as moana - the same as ruby, pretty much! i hope there’re musical elements too though because imagine if we get a “how far i’ll go” cover from christelle? yes pleaaase?

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dyns33 · 5 years ago

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I would like a story the three idiots of the Crimeverse. A story where Reader make a Christmas surprise to her two lovers, a sexy, smut, surprise please. Bc you really wrote great smut and I would like a really hot moment please !

Aaaaah the three idiots ! It's difficult to surprise them, Michael hates surprises, but Reader is the best for that, knowing exactly what will please them x) ! I tried to do smut then, but as always, I have no idea if it's good or not, but not really hot, sorry...

As Christmas approached, and the more days passed, Michael watched Duncan, suspicious, knowing his lover's passion for surprises and gifts, while he hated it, having made him promise not to do anything without asking for authorization previously. While watching Duncan, he was not worried about what was going on with (Y / N), convinced that she was not going to dare surprise them with something, since she knew he did not want it. Big mistake. Because even if she respected their limits, unlike the Crimeboss, she also knew how to make them happy, when they would not have thought that it would be possible. While he was reading on the couch, Duncan working on his computer, sitting at the table, Christmas music resounded in the apartment, Jingle Bell Rock, by Bobby Helms, and their kitten appeared, dancing sensually, in a sexy costume of Mrs Santa Claus, which did not hide much, except the most important. Short shorts, little bra, boots and a red hat. Had they known Mean Girls, they would have understood the reference, but when Michael had seen almost any movie in his life, Duncan was not interested in that kind of story.

"Hi guys." she purred, biting her finger.

"Wow, kitten, you are..."

"Shhh." she said, coming to sit on his lap, putting her hand on his mouth. "I'm the one who's talking. The old Santa Claus sent me to see if you deserve a nice present this year. Were you a good boy, Duncan ?"

"Hmm, depends. Does crime, theft, threats, lies and murder count ?"

"Normally yes, but I work for a special Santa, who is not interested in what is happening at work, unless it impacts privacy."

"In this case, I was adorable this year, my pretty Christmas fairy." he answered, catching hze waist, thinking that he was going to receive this famous gift.

Instead, (Y / N) smiled and stood up to sit next to Michael, already completely red, also thinking she would at least kiss Duncan before coming to him. Tenderly, she stroked his hair and cheek, sneering.

"Oh, he's shy ?"

"I..." he stammered as she approached him, almost clutching her breasts on his face. "It's... Uh..."

"He's blushing, so cute. Or maybe it's because he made a mistake ? Several mistakes ? Tell me, baby, you've been a good boy ?"

"I have been secretly eating sugar. I told you I wanted to go skiing with you and Duncan, but that's not true, it's just because you want to and I want to stay with you two. I threatened a client who criticized Duncan last week."

"What ?!" cried Duncan, jumping from his chair. "That's why James did not answer when..."

"Donut, shut up ! This nice boy is just telling the truth, and for his honesty, I'm ready to forgive him."

Saying this, (Y / N) took off her bra, revealing her sublime chest, waving her breasts in front of him giving him permission to touch. He could do what he wanted with them, he deserved it. On the other hand, Duncan, who had wanted to join them smiling like an idiot, had no right, their kitten pushing him with her foot, while Michael had begun to suck, putting his hand on the breast that he could not yet taste, refusing to share. Their lover was not happy to be rejected.

"Why ?!" he wailed.

"Because you were not honest like little Mikey, naughty boy ! Tell the truth, and maybe you'll get your reward."

Duncan knew that it was impossible to hide anything from (Y / N), she knew everything, and unlike their dear assassin who had immediately confessed everything, unable to lie to his lil' ma, he had been stupid enough to believe that he could get away with it so easily. Of course she knew what he had done... and he was going to have to say it... in front of Michael...

"I bought lots of presents and planned a special day for Christmas."

It was almost funny to see Mikey's face, who immediately stopped sucking to turn an outraged face towards him, when he was sure he had done nothing, he had searched the whole apartment, he had checked his accounts, without finding anything. It was probably because Duncan had asked Madison and Kai to take care of it and keep his shopping at their home. He knew that Michael would not be happy because he had promised, but it was stronger than him, he needed to cover his two darlings with gifts. (Y / N) sighed, with a faintly sad pout.

"Oh, it's bad ! Bad boy ! He did not keep his promise and he lied ! Mikey, honey, do you think he deserves his reward ?"

Grumbling, his eyes fixed on him since he recognized his wrongs, Michael did not really seem to want to forgive him, moreover he had not apologized for having betrayed his trust, again, not managing to restrain himself from buying gifts, so Duncan bit his lip, ashamed, knowing that his lovers were right not to be happy with his behavior. But it was only gifts ! After enjoying the surprise, Michael would be thrilled to see what he had bought for him ! An argument was not what their kitten wanted by forcing them to confess their faults. She whispered something in Mikey's ear, who was still growling, kissing his cheek, which seemed to relax him.

"That's right, we've known from the beginning that he's an idiot... Okay... Yes."

"You are really the nicest of babies. Suck, my angel, they are just for you. I have something else for this silly boy."

As Michael turned his attention back to her breasts, (Y / N) slowly lowered her shorts, revealing her already wet pussy, which was waiting for Duncan. He hesitated, knowing that he did not deserve so much indulgence, but his kitten managed to move her legs around his hips to force him to approach, so he knelt before her, to devour her without restraint. As soon as she sighed or moaned, her head moved, ringing the little bell of her hat, the last thing in her costume that made it possible to remember that all this had something to do with Christmas. (Y / N) was really the best, always there for them. Now, the gifts were no longer a surprise, so Michael was ready for the big day, while Duncan was warned, he had no interest in doing it again, because he would then have to watch his Mikey having fun with her, unable to touch, being punished. In the middle, offering them the parts of her body that they preferred, (Y / N) knew that all their nonsense would be quickly forgiven, so that they had a wonderful Christmas. Duncan would thank her when he finished lapping and when she would see stars. Then they would take care of Michael, because even if he did not grumble anymore, too busy playing with her nipples, he must probably still be a little upset with him.

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queeruma · 6 years ago

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Thoughts on Escape from the Isle of the Lost

under the cut because spoilers

good things

Celia is Fantastic. reads fortunes, cheeky, realises her own potential and does magic with her shadow. 10/10 would die for

Uma misses her crew, also it’s confirmed that she can create storms and generally affect the weather, and transform into more than one sea creature. in general she seems to be a natural when it comes to magic.

Harry is miserable bc uma’s not there. the crew are still on the ship.

‘But all she felt for this ragged, unruly crowd was deep empathy and affection. Mal wished they could all understand that there were greater things to live for than revenge or violence or pettiness, greed, and graft.’ mal is... suddenly the person most interested in helping the kids on the isle?? i’m not sure how I feel about it but if they’re going to position her as ‘the liberator’ then at least they’re making her act like it

Dr facilier is very fun and also the most decent parent we’ve seen by far

‘Mal would never forget her name, or who freed the Isle of the Lost: UMA.’ okay so at least uma’s still interested in freeing the isle, even if they’re implying it’s only because she knows mal wants to

MDLC has finally realised that it’s spelt ‘deux’, and not ‘doux’

bad things

idk basically everything else??

i might have said this before on this blog but MDLC is really, really bad at making the core four in any way sympathetic to me. this book is by far the worst from that standpoint.

we don’t get to see a lot of the core four actually being friends. they do stuff together (not even that much bc they’re constantly with their significant others instead), but that Bond between them just isn’t there.

carlos honest to god forgets that there’s nothing nice on the Isle. He brings his spa bathrobe with him. He was expecting a hotel. What on earth?????

jay just... doesn’t really think about the Isle. At All.

evie is still going on about kids ‘deserving’ to go to auradon.

mal has done a complete 180 and now loves doing all the things she hated doing in d2.

they’re all kind of spoiled now. it sucks.

dizzy is still on the isle. somehow no one is fighting very hard to get her to auradon anymore.

ben is suddenly way more like his parents in terms of his attitude towards the isle. he still wants to unite them eventually, but he and mal literally negotiate how many kids can come to auradon with him arguing for lower numbers and her arguing for higher. as far as I can tell, when Ben and Mal swapped saliva at the end of d2 they also swapped attitudes towards the isle

hades is whiny, annoying and pathetic. and Mal’s dad (at least they’re hinting Very Strongly at it). he doesn’t match the energy we’ve seen from cheyenne jackson in the trailers at all. we don’t hear a single one of the ideas from the meet hades trailer at any point.

the ‘evil plot’ between him and uma is.... just uma. who is only interested in revenge against mal now. no more interest in the isle. nope, we have to bring down the barrier just so uma can defeat mal.

There’s a royal council. It’s ben, king beast, queen belle, mal, and fairy godmother. they sit and eat scones, served by mrs potts, chip, lumiere and cogsworth. beast is very grumpy because people want to help the villain kids.

carlos’ name in their group chat is ‘c-dog’

‘Ben had sympathy for the kids on the Isle, but he wasn’t sure he really wanted his friends to go back there. Wasn’t it too dangerous?’ WHAT DO YOU THINK IT IS FOR THE KIDS WHO ARE STUCK THERE, BEN

“Dangerous? Not to us,” scoffed Jay. “We know every trick in the book.” Jay. Baby. Last time you went back, you lost Ben in about 30 seconds despite two of you standing with him the entire time. The time before that, Maddy literally came this close to drowning Mal.

‘For a brief moment, back at the Auradon Cotillion, she had been a princess; she had stood on the deck of a magnificent ship, and Ben was hers. He had looked in her eyes with love—sure, he had been spelled, but who really cared? Except in the end, that’s all it was—a brief moment.’ SINCE WHEN IS THIS SOMETHING UMA WANTED. MELISSA TURN ON LOCATION I JUST WANT TO TALK

“Do we really need to discuss this right now?” King Beast yawned. GUILLOTINE. GUILLOTINE! SORRY BEN YOU’RE JUST GONNA HAVE TO BE LIKE THE REST OF THE CHARACTERS AND ONLY HAVE ONE PARENT.

“We hear from our people that Uma has been seen underwater. She’s out there, free to wreak havoc and do whatever she wants.” okay but has she though. or is she not bothering you at all. guys.

“It’s just, her mother… her mother almost destroyed my family.” yes. and then her mother was killed. and then YOUR FAMILY TOOK PART IN BRINGING HER BACK FROM THE DEAD AND IMPRISONING UMA FOR LIFE FOR HER MOTHER’S CRIMES

mal is aware that her mother is out there somewhere as a lizard.... and she does not give a damn.

apparently it has not occurred to any of the core four that maybe children shouldn’t have to apply to be able to have decent food. maybe try telling ben to stop sending them trash?? and start sending them stuff that’s edible instead of trying to convince them to come to auradon so they can eat

okay, so facilier’s like a semi-decent headmaster, even if it is of a school of evil. does he like.... get paid?? because he’s working with auradon here. i hate to bring this up disney but keeping someone in prison and forcing them to work for free is uhhhhhh. slavery.

‘if Celia deserved to get in to Auradon Prep, she would. But it would be on her own merit, not because the VKs swayed the committee.’ WHAT FUCKING MERIT EVIE. SHES LIKE 12. SHE DOESNT NEED TO EARN THE RIGHT NOT TO BE IN PRISON. YOU DIDNT FUCKING WELL HAVE TO.

gaston is a coach. this isn’t a massive problem but I feel like it kind of undermines jay’s relationship with his coach in d1?? also since when does gaston know literally anything about teamwork.

the Marry Hint

cj is back on the isle???

MDLC wrote out the whole of the under the sea mess and i understand it even less than before. was the entire thing a hallucination from hades??? why even put harry, gil and dizzy in there??? was uma using her necklace in some way? how much of it was hallucination?? did any of it happen??

doc brought up the goblins back in the first book. this is the fourth book. nothing has changed for them, except for the things that have got worse

................. mal’s friends seem to have forgotten that she can’t swim. apparently they’re not afraid of her drowning, despite her being stuck underwater.

mal can swim underwater as a dragon apparently??? yes, she’s definitely designed for rapid underwater movement

“A haircut? At this time of night?” asked Carlos. “I’ll never understand women.” first the friendzone comment in d2, now this??? why are they so determined to make carlos a Certified Heterosexual Bro™

they get the isle kids to watch them graduate. somehow this is written like it’s a good thing.

everyone forgets what happened on the isle. I can only assume this is MDLC’s way around the fact that it won’t be mentioned or thought of at any point during the movie

#eftiotl spoilers #h speaks #eftiotl

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spnxmarvel-fanfic · 6 years ago

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Fairytale!Destiel AU : Chapter One

It’s finally here guys! And on Friday like I promised!!!

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Castiel (Destiel)

Warnings: None, but in the future probably Teen and Up???

Word Count: 1010 :)

Like most fairy tales, we’ll start this story the classic way. Once Upon A Time, in the kingdom of Lebanon, there was a well-developed society, with a few villages, and a large glamorous Castle just past the forest. Inside the castle lived The Royal Family, and his greatness, King Charles I.

Castiel was a prince, whom outside the Royal Family was fairly known for a middle child, but not as much as the eldest, Michael, or the youngest, Samandriel. Inside the castle, however, Castiel was overlooked often, being the seventh child out of twelve. This caused the seventeen-year-old to step out of line and rebel from his father's wishes.

“Cas. Cas! Castiel!” Balthazar shouted at Castiel, who was reading a book in their library. He always wondered if he’d ever get the time to read all of them. Looking up, Castiel saw Balthazar right in front of his face, and he jumped.

“Stop it,” Castiel groaned, pushing his brother’s face away. Balthazar was the same age as him, but Castiel was only three months away from being eighteen, versus the newly turned seventeen-year-old.

“Come on Cassie! Ellie is getting in trouble!” Balthazar snickered, pulling Castiel to his feet.

“What? Again? Did she sneak out again last night?” Castiel rolled his eyes and placed his book on the table for later, after making sure he remembered which page he was at.

“Yeah, and they caught the guy this time,” Balthazar said with a little too much glee, already pulling a sleepy Castiel out of the room. He hadn’t been sleeping lately, and he was yet to find the reasoning behind it. But seeing his younger sister get in trouble again really was a confidence boost because then he knew how to not get caught sneaking out himself.

Sprinting down the hallway laughing, the two brothers made it to their father’s throne room within two minutes, and only five glares from various people they ran past.

“Anael, how many times-” King Charles, or as he preferred: ‘Chuck’, said as the two boys peaked around the door.

“It’s Ellie,” Anael sneered, obviously fuming.

“Anael,” Chuck said firmly. “You have got to know how wrong it is that you are sneaking out without my permission and let this… this guy do things to you!” he then growled, pacing back and forth on the platform, while Anael was standing below it, scowling at her father.

“How did they catch her?” Castiel whispered to Balthazar, wondering if he’d have to change his methods.

“Uh, I think the guy was walking her to the edge of the forest when those hunter guys found them, and turned them in,” Balthazar mumbled back. “Now shut-up before we get cau-”

“Boys, I know you’re there,” Chuck said before Balthazar could finish his sentence, and he groaned. Anael’s head snapped towards the door as the two walked in sheepishly.

“Would you like to tell me why you were snooping?” Chuck asked them sternly, although he had a smile on his face like always.

“It’s because Castiel-” Anael started with a smirk, ready to drag him through the mud, but he cut her off.

“Because I don’t get told anything, so I decided to figure out what on earth is going on in this godforsaken castle,” Castiel frowned. Yeah, not getting a lot of sleep was not a good idea.

“Cas, there's a reason you don’t get told everything,” Chuck sighed. Not only did he have to deal with Anael, but Lucifer wasn’t being very helpful recently either.

“Oh, so you use his nickname,” Anael grumbled, earning a look from Chuck.

“I’m eighteen in three months, Dad. I think I deserve to know what's going on in our kingdom,” Castiel grumbled. “And if you’re not going to tell me, I’ll just have to figure out myself,” and like that, Castiel stormed out of the throne room, leaving his father with a broken face and siblings to figure themselves out.

“See, that's what I don’t understand, Bee. Everybody else in this goddamn family gets told everything, even Samandriel gets told the important stuff, and he’s thirteen,” Castiel grumbled to Belle in the kitchen. Belle was the closest thing he had to a friend really because technically everybody else who lived in the Castle that wasn’t staff was his family member, so Castiel spent a fair amount of time in the kitchen. When he wasn’t reading, or wandering in the woods that is.

“Cas, have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe, your Dad knows that you’re sneaking out, and he won’t trust you to keep the information? What is he meant to do if you disappear one night, knowing all the castles secrets? I’m not the only one who doesn’t trust those hunters…” Belle trailed off, looking out the window that Castiel sometimes escaped from.

“I’m pretty sure he knows more about me than I do, so he may as bloody well be God,” Castiel sighed. “I confronted him about me sneaking out in a non-obvious way, and by his response I just knew. But I don’t understand why he’s letting me keep doing what I’m doing when he’s just scolded Anael for doing basically the same thing…”

“Yeah, but Anael did other stuff too to get in trouble for. She’s broken many Royal Rules, Cas. More than you have. Plus, you always stick to the Family’s part of the forest. She was found in the road section that connects the villages,” Belle explained, kneading the dough. She was in her early twenties, Castiel guessed. He knew it was rude to ask someone their age.

“I guess,” Castiel humphed and sank lower into the breaking chair.

“I don’t guess, I know, sweetie,” she smiled at the Prince. He was so troubled, and yet he had no idea what was even in store for him.

“Thanks, Bee. I’m going to go back to the library,” he said absentmindedly, standing up and walking out. He could have been anything, so why did he have to be a goddamn prince with eleven siblings.

A/N: Oof I know this sucks bc I suck at first chapters, but we’re gonna see Dean next and it should be getting better in general :) Please tell me what you think??

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emotchalla · 7 years ago

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Nothing Like the Sun - Four

A/N: HI I KNOW IT’S BEEN FOREVER PLS DON’T KILL ME SCHOOL IS KICKING MY ASS. ALL ABOARD THE ANGST TRAIN!! I am evil and I have no feelings; this is gonna be a long ride, friends.

Summary: Belle Evans has loved James “Bucky” Barnes for what seems like forever. Despite the inconsistency, the missed calls, and the secrets, she’s remained steadfast in her loyalty to him. Bucky’s hiding a secret that’ll turn everything on its head.

Warnings: Ya boy is still an asshole but we deal, NSFW, Smut, Unprotected sex, Bucky almost shifts during sex bc he’s a hot mess (@papi-chulo-bucky Delilah this is for you), Angst (you don’t have to squint anymore kids it’s here), Angry Tiny!Steve

Word Count: 2.5k+

Bucky’s POV

I look down at Belle and sigh. Her eyes are on the night sky above us. She still seems a little afraid of me, but we’ll get past it. I couldn’t take keeping secrets from her anymore. I had to tell her. Now I have to tell Steve what I’ve done. I know he’s going to be more pissed at me than he ever has been, and I deserve whatever his reaction will be. I see the house up ahead, and slow my pace to a brisk walk. I catch a glimpse of Steve sitting on the front steps, plucking at his guitar. His white-blonde hair shines even brighter than usual in the pale moonlight, and I’m once again reminded of a fairie. I really need to see if he has some fae-folk in his lineage. He glances up at the sound of my footsteps. His gaze falls on Belle, and his eyes cloud over. Shit. He sets his guitar down on the steps and gets up to walk toward us.

“Hey, Buck!” he calls out to me.

“Hey, Stevie,” I call back, slowing as he reaches us.

Belle looks at me with those wide, fearful eyes, and my heart clenches in my chest. I nod at her to assure her that everything is fine, even though I know it isn’t.

“Well, who is this?” Steve asks, smiling.

“I’ll let her speak for herself.”

I slowly let Belle down from my arms, and kiss her cheek. She smooths down her clothes and looks directly at Steve.

“I’m Belle.”

Steve’s face widens into his trademark grin as he takes her in.

“Well, well, well! It’s so good to finally meet you! Bucky’s told me all about you.”

She looks at me hopefully. I glare at him. What the hell is he trying to do?

“He meant to say that he spends a lot of time reading our text messages.”

Her face falls and I frown. I need to fix this. I draw her into my arms from behind, my hands latching onto her waist. I place a small kiss at the base of her neck.

“Don’t worry baby, he’s also gotten an earful about how much I love you.”

I can feel her body relax into my arms and I know that there’s a smile on her face. Steve raises a thin eyebrow at me and nods toward my shifting shorts.

“So you went all in, huh?”

“Pretty much.”

“So you want T'Challa to kill us?”

“T'Challa doesn’t have to know about this,” I say, my voice dropping several octaves.

I narrow my eyes in warning. Steve doesn’t want to push me. Not on this. He knows how short my temper is, and how defensive I am over Belle. It won’t end well for him if he pisses me off. He holds his tongue and glares at me instead.

“You can’t avoid him forever, Bucky,” he sighs.

“I know that, Steve. I’ll tell him when I’m ready.”

Steve rolls his eyes at that and turns back toward the house.

“Fine. It’s your funeral. Bring her in,” he says, walking away.

It’s only a matter of time before I get my ass kicked and I know it.

By the grace of something holy I managed to convince Belle to stay with me for the night. Her mom is still in town, and apparently they had plans Belle ended up cancelling. She said she needed to have an emergency wine night with Mia. Something about boy problems. I smirked at that. Mia despises me more than anyone ever has, and whenever she and I are in the same room, I purposely try to get her all riled up so that she can curse me out. The last time I saw her, Belle made me go on a double date with Mia and her boy toy at the time. It resulted in a disaster, and the guy never called Mia again. Belle didn’t talk to me for a week after that. Now Mia’s moved on with some other guy. I’m not at all surprised. I wouldn’t even be surprised if she actually did need Belle’s help getting out of a mess. Belle shifts in my arms so she’s facing me. I look down at her wide eyes and I frown. She seems worried.

“Bucky, I’m scared.”

I raise an eyebrow at her.

“Don’t be, Bells. You’ll be fine, I promise.”

I can’t have her worrying about T'Challa’s wrath.

“Pinky promise?” she asks, sticking out her little finger.

“Pinky promise,” I say, hooking my pinky finger with hers.

She surprises me by pressing her lips to mine, and I smile. She never kisses me first. After a few seconds, she pulls away from me.

“I love you Bucky,” she whispers.

“I love you too, Bella Luna.”

I kiss her again and she sighs against my lips, wrapping her arms around my neck. My hands grip her hips, and I groan as I feel the softness of her skin under my fingers. Belle is always so self-conscious of her body but I love losing myself in between her thighs, feeling the folds of her hips as my hands come to rest there, pressing kisses to her stomach. I love all of it. How she can drive me crazy just by saying my name and looking at me with her beautiful eyes. She whines softly into my ear as I pull away to kiss at her neck, immediately sucking a mark into the skin.

“Bucky wait,” she says, and I lift my eyes to hers.

“What is it, baby?”

“I thought you said no marking?”

Her eyes are wide as she repeats old words of mine back to me. I don’t mean them anymore. Not when I’ve put both of our lives on the line.

“I want the world to know that you’re with me,” I whisper.

She smiles at me and my heart melts. I lower my mouth to her skin again, sucking it gently between my teeth. She keens my name and runs her fingers through my hair. I close my eyes and succumb to the feeling, whining in the back of my throat. It’s amazing how easily she can get me to bend to her will.

“Fuck, Bells,” I groan against her skin, and I can feel her smiling.

I lift my eyes to her face and see that I’m right. Her pretty lips are curled in a soft smile and she’s practically glowing. Just seeing her calmly like this, unafraid, blissful makes me more eager to be inside of her than I’ve ever been, and I quickly slip my hands underneath her t-shirt.

“Bucky,” she sighs as I slide the tips of my fingers along her sides.

“What is it?”

“I need you,” she says, wrapping an arm around the back of my neck and pulling my mouth to hers.

I don’t give in to the kiss, and smirk as she whines for me. I slip her t-shirt over her head and off her shoulders, and lean down to place a kiss between her breasts. Her back arches into me as I take one of her nipples into my mouth, and I close my eyes. My fingers hook into her panties and I slide them down her legs. I can feel Belle’s fingers at my boxers, and I lift my hips to help her take them off of me. I look up at her then, and the hunger in her eyes matches mine.

“I need you now, Bucky,” she says again, and I nod, kissing my way up toward her mouth.

I hiss as she grabs me in her hands and positions me at her entrance. I give her a shallow thrust of my hips, and she whines in protest.

“All of you,” she sighs.

“I’ve got you, baby,” I whisper, and push my hips forward until I’m completely inside of her.

The overall warmth of her engulfs me, and I feel my control slipping by the second. This is gonna be quick. Belle begins to move her hips with mine, and I sigh into her neck.

“So good,” she whispers, and wraps her arms tighter around me.

I can feel a growl building in my chest, and I can’t stop it. She hooks her legs around me and pulls me in deeper, and my wolf stirs.

“Fuck, not now,” I hiss.

“What’s wrong?” Belle asks.

I look up at her and see her wide, lust-blown eyes and feel another growl rip through my chest. I work my hips faster.

“I’m gonna—oh fuck—I, my body’s trying to shift,” I choke out through clenched teeth.

“Are you gonna be okay?”

“Y-Yeah baby,” I whine, pulling her hips close to me.

I thrust into her faster, feeling myself getting closer by the second. Belle whines in the back of her throat and digs her nails into my skin. She’s close too.

“Bucky,” she whines.

“I know,” I groan.

I feel her clench around me, and my skin ripples. Oh no.

“Stop, stop,” I whine, pulling away from Belle.

I roll over onto my back and close my eyes, willing myself to breathe. I can feel Belle staring at me, but I’m too embarrassed to look at her.

“Bucky?” she calls softly.

I keep my eyes closed. I feel her straddle my waist, and my eyes shoot open.

“What are you doing?”

She smiles down at me and presses her hands to my chest.

“We’ll take it slow,” she whispers.

“Okay.”

She lifts her hips and sinks down onto me slowly, closing her eyes. My hands latch onto her hips as she begins to rotate them, working herself against me. She moans softly to herself, and I smile.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby,” I whisper. “Taking control like this, taking your pleasure. So fucking pretty. Come on, make us come,” I whisper.

She whines and leans forward to kiss me. I kiss her back eagerly, and bring my hands to her face as she works her hips on her own. I can feel myself getting close again, and begin to match Belle’s thrusts with my own. She breaks the kiss to look into my eyes.

“Are you close?” she whispers.

I nod, smiling at her.

“Yeah, baby.”

“Me too,” she whispers. “Come with me.”

I kiss her again and can feel her rubbing at her clit, bringing herself closer to the edge. She clenches around me again, and I feel myself let go. She quickly follows, leaning down to whine softly in my ear as she continues to slowly writhe against me, riding through her orgasm.

“Thank you, baby girl,” I whisper, kissing her shoulder.

She lifts her head to smile lazily at me.

“Glad you got your wolf in control.”

I can feel my cheeks heat as she smirks at me, and groan as I pull her closer to my chest, protecting her from whatever she needs me to. Now that she knows about what I am, I’ll never leave her alone again. I’ll lay down my life for her; I’ll go to war to make sure that she’s happy and safe and mine. Forever.

When I open my eyes, Steve is staring at me from his place in the doorway. He nods his head toward the door, signaling that he has to talk to me. I glance down at Belle, and thoughts of last night fill my head. I almost smile as I remember the feeling of her nails digging into my back…it’s one of my favorite things. I laugh to myself, knowing that if Belle were awake she’d be yelling at me for having my mind in the gutter. I’d tell her that my mind’s always in the gutter where she’s concerned, which would lead to her cute little laugh and me getting turned on when I don’t need to. Thankfully, Belle’s clothed in one of my t-shirts and her underwear and I don’t have time to be preoccupied. I carefully slide out of bed and kiss her forehead. Then I follow Steve into the hallway. He keeps walking through the living room and out of the front door. As I follow him, a sense of dread settles within my stomach. When Steve tackles me, I’m not ready, and my back hits the forest floor with a thud.

“What the fuck was that for?!” I yell, pushing against his chest so that he falls off of me.

I quickly scramble up from the ground as he does, and brace myself for another attack.

“That was for you being a fucking idiot!” he screams. “You’re bringing Belle into something that’s bigger than your pathetic little romance! You could get her killed, Bucky! And you don’t care because now you can sleep with her whenever and she won’t care anymore. Do you ever think of anyone besides yourself? I swear, sometimes, you are the most selfish person I’ve ever met in my life. If she dies or gets turned, it’s going to be your fault!”

His voice has crescendoed during his rant until it bounces off the trees in the forest around us. His face is an unfamiliar color of red, and his eyes are the coldest I’ve ever seen them. He looks like he hates me.

“Steve—”

“No! You can’t be allowed to have an explanation for this one, Buck! That’s an innocent girl in there, and as soon as T'Challa sees her, he’ll kill her or demand that you turn her.”

“I can turn her.”

I’d never subject Belle to this kind of life, but Steve needs to think that I’m that ballsy. That’ll keep him from telling T'Challa about what I’ve done. Steve frowns at my mock confidence. He’s buying it.

“She’d never want this, Bucky.”

“You don’t know her like I do,” I counter.

“I know that nobody chooses to live like this! None of us want to have to hide ourselves all the time because of the fear of being discovered or killed. Some of us had families before this. She’d never be able to leave her mom behind and you know that. So don’t even try to say that you believe she’d agree wholeheartedly to turn just if it meant she could always be by your side. You don’t want to admit it, but we both know that she’s afraid of you. She always has been, and she always will be, Bucky.”

He turns his back on me, sulking further into the forest. I watch him retreat and the cool aftermath of the conversation surrounds me. I’ve never seen Steve that angry. We’ve had tons of fights, sure, but they were usually solved by a wrestling match or T'Challa’s mediation. I’ve never seen disgust in Steve’s eyes. Shit. Seeing him look at me like that reminds me of how worthless I used to feel in my own skin, how I felt before I found the pack and a family of my own. I feel sick to my stomach as thoughts of losing Steve run through my head. I can’t survive without him; he’s pretty much bound to me. He’s my best friend. My brother. I have to fix this.

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teoriasemserie-blog · 7 years ago

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More about Operation Mixtape, the operation Henry created to doesnt let the magic tear his parents apart and that is about a collection of songs. This represents Emma process of cure with love and song.

Only You and In My Dreams are two songs about two people who are in love but cant be together. In My Dreams (Ruth B):

The lights are bright tonight, the music loud A perfect mess that's what surrounds me Then I see you over there, I can't seem to break the stare Maybe it's 'cause your shirt is my favorite color Then you walk on over with a smolder And you hand me your number, I say, What is this? You say, Love at first sight, it exists But I've had my heart broken so many times before Yeah, I've walked through so many empty doors But if I see you in my dreams tonight Then maybe you were right And I'll call you in the morning If I see you in my dreams tonight And you take my hands and tell me I've been waiting for you Then I'll tell you, Me too If I see you in my dreams tonight

In My Dreams talk about a person who fell in love with a person she just see one time. So she fell in love at first sight. She talks about meet this person in her dreams, other dimension and talk and touch, so she’ll believe its true, also talk about how this person didnt have a good life. Its very clear this person is Emma. She fell in love with Regina at first, but so she ended in a comatose, but while she was in this, they connected and found each other in dreams and things like that. We can see this process in the alternative reality in season 4, and in the eps I’ll be your mirror and I wish you were here in season 6. The curious thing about these eps is that Emma is trapped in some level in all them. In the first one in the tower, in the second in the mirror, and the last one in the wish.

And the song Only you(Yazoo) talk about two people in love, but theres a door between them, so they cant be together.

Looking from a window above It's like a story of love Can you hear me Came back only yesterday I'm moving further away Want you near me All I needed was the love you gave All I needed for another day And all I ever knew Only you Sometimes when I think of her name When it's only a game And I need you Listen to the words that you say It's getting harder to stay When I see you All I needed was the love you gave All I needed for another day And all I ever knew Only you This is going to take a long time And I wonder what's mine Can't take no more Wonder if you'll understand It's just the touch of your hand Behind a closed door All I needed was the love you gave All I needed for another day And all I ever knew Only you

Something we have seen in the narrative too.

The two people cant be together but their love for each other help them to grow and suport life. Season 4 and season 6 are very linked, so in season 6 we have this again.

Two people who dont know each other, in diferent dimentions, but that connect and help each other. In this ep Snowing whose have never seen each other touch making magic.

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Whats a thing Emma and Regina did in season 2, when they touch for the first time while Regina try make magic, in both situation both couples whose werent a couple are trying to save the other.

Emma tries to save Regina and David tries to save Snow, in the end Snow helps him, so he can keep his home. Emma helped Regina grow and become a better mother to Henry, so she helped Regina keep her home too. I put Henry in this too bc this operation cames from him, and he saved his mothers with love too. So hes the “only you” to them too, and both loved him at first too. This is about love and family.

The Only You Ep

The thing with ouat is that its not even subtle about Swan Mills Family be the big love story of the narrative. Even their eps are the better eps. The Only You ep came in season 5b, and its a SQ and Swan Mills Family ep. Its a double ep. Only You and An Untold Story, the eps complete each other, see: Only you an untold story. Wow, right? In this ep we were all “good” in SB but so Gold wants to wakes Belle, and he steal the crystal of a bad god, a god who punish people, and so he takes SB magic(gods power + true love). The mind was trying back to real life and be with the ones her love, who Emma loves. We just think about Regina and Emma fighting and trying to save Henry, but dont put attention in why they fight and what is really happening with Henry.

First of all Regina and Emma fight bc Hook is back, and so Regina confess she wanted to kill him. While this Henrys trying to destroy magic bc its the thing what is tear his parents apart. Look Emma and Regina were being tear apart bc of Hook, so hes the magic. Magic can be good and bad, Hook cames back bc Zeus, other god, did bring him back, light magic in ouat are linked with bad things, Merlin have nothing good coming from this, bc all magic has a price, what means dark magic and light magic are the same, both can do bad things, the only magic what doesnt have a price is the true love bc love is free. What remind us about the fairies in ouat, the ones that use light magic too, and its about religion, they are nuns. So the fairies are nuns and a god bring Hook back to life, we also saw the true love, the ideal of love of ouat turned into dark with Zades (also we saw this needed to be destroyed), what means something wrong happened, this mind is making a distorcion about love, this explain why Emma is with Hook, they arent true love, but they play they are, they are abusive and dark. But why this? We saw we went to the real world, right? Thats why, in the real world, people dont know what real love is, the religion (in this case catholic) and the society just believe in one kind of love, they force people into this, so princess just can ended up with a princes or some other man. They dont care if its abusive, they believe people must be together, woman and man, dont matter how.

Theres a lot of problems in love people of the same sex in this world, and thats why Henry was in danger bc Emma and Regina think this will expose Henry. So in the end they decide take away their feelings, thats why Regina take Evil away. We saw in the ep Strange Case, the serum take away peoples feelings, the feelings the person dont want face, and we parallel Rumbelle again, Rumple wanted take away his feelings for Belle. Thats very interesting bc sometimes you love a person so much and want to be with this person, so the feelings start to control you, we saw Regina was losing control, but if you really love this person you need to control yourself, wait, learn and dont hurt this person. This is real love. Emmas mind start a big battle bc of this, its really hard, she never have a family and a real love, and now shes losing this, so we can see Rumple start lose control too, he tries hard to keep Belle and his son, in the end he learns this is not the way. If you love someone you cant hurt this person.

So we have Emma and Regina caring for each other all the time in season 6, while Evil tries to expose all the things, she wants be accepted, she wants Henry see Hooks not good and is trying to take away what makes Emma special. But this dont works so she became desperate and start an abusive relationship with Gold. This also is about how we cant accept our love for others if we dont love ourselves. Thats why Gold doesnt leave the darkness, he doesnt love himself, he think he doesnt deserve love. But Regina and Evil learn this, so this means Emma is starting learn, so she’ll leave the darkness for good in the future bc we all see she still looks sick, and doesnt have a true love kiss for to out the darkness. So, shes still in the darkness, the door is still closed, she needs out and wakes.

And also Regina said Operation Mixtape is about to kiss a girl. So.

#swanqueen #swan mills family #operation out #operation mixtape #regal believer #swan believer #anti captain swan #anti oq

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seriestrash · 7 years ago

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do you have any ideas about who would be who? like riley would be the daughter of ___ cause id love to hear your thoughts on it! ;]

I love that you’d love to hear my thoughts lol! I hope this isn’t too much of a mess!!! I have also supplied an alternative thought for a couple :)

Riley;

I could honestly see Riley as the daughter of Belle and The Beast/ King Adam. She could be the twin/ sibling of Ben. It wasn’t only her mothers beauty she inherited but much of her intellect too. Riley would share the same passion of reading Belle does, she’d also heavily believe in women rights. Not that she wanted to be ruler of the kingdom but she did believe she was just as capable as her twin brother. It’s Riley’s beliefs in equality and the faith she has in people that brought on the villain kid trial at Auradon Prep. The whole idea was sparked by Riley’s ramblings one evening to her brother. Riley believed in the innocence of the children and thought they deserved a chance. When Ben urged Riley to present this to their parents she shied away. As similar as Riley could be to her mother she did lack some of the boldness to speak her mind. Instead, Riley inherited some of her fathers past insecurities to show the world who he really was. This often resulted in Riley purposely dimming her light.

Villain alternative; Honestly I could see Riley slotting into Evie’s character very well. Even though she grew up on the isle she has a heart of gold and would always dream of being apart of Auradon (princess dreams, am i right???)

Another good alternative could be daughter of Happy the dwarf. I mean, smile Riley all day everyday pls.

Maya;

I had to really think about Maya. I couldn’t quite place her immediately but after browsing through Disney characters it clicked that she’d made a really good daughter of Rapunzel and Flynn. After being reunited with her family, Rapunzel married Flynn and they settled into the royal lifestyle. Maya grew up privileged and often listened to the tale of how her parents first met. This sparks a strong desire for adventure and danger within the blonde. Maya would often climb up to the highest tower at Auradon Prep and gaze out across the sea and over to the isle. Maya was probably the only Auradon resident that actually dreamt of escaping to the isle of the lost.

Villain alternative; I could also see Maya fitting into Mal’s role really well but to be different I’ll say daughter of Gaston. Maya thinks her brother Gil is an idiot and doesn’t want anything to do with his ‘stupid little pirate crew’, instead she keeps to herself. The petite blonde knew Uma was tough but also knew she could rule the villain kids if she really wanted.

Lucas;

Lucas was another toughie for me. Eventually I settled (and quite liked actually) the idea of him being the son of Hercules and Meg. The golden boy. Lucas is technically a demigod although his fathers ‘Earthly status’ has limited Lucas’ God like qualities to just annoyingly perfect. Annoyingly perfect in the sense that he’s handsome (freak face/ mr. prefect), physically strong, strong willed and he also has a very strong need to protect those around him. It’s his fathers hero status that has Lucas often doubting his own worth. Lucas would constantly put pressure on himself to live up to these godly expectations.

Zay;

Zay would make a perfect son for Peter Pan and Wendy. (Race/appearance doesn’t factor into this bc Sleeping Beauty was made into a POC so I can do the same for Peter/Wendy) He has a mischievous nature much like his father and also likes to tell stories just like his mother. Although he grew up luckier than those on the isle, Zay isn’t the model Auradon citizen/good boy, instead he gets a kick out of stirring the pot and causing - mostly - harmless trouble amongst his peers.

Farkle;

I think Farkle would make a perfect son of Hans from frozen (even looks wise it would work) From a young age the boy exhibited genius qualities that were not respected on the isle. It also didn’t help that his father was a social pariah. Hans crime seemed… underwhelming… to most of the villains that ruled the isle. His plans to take over the isle as it’s king fell short very quickly and he’s now considered lower class. Farkle would be an outcast amongst the other villain kids, although he adopted some of his fathers ‘rule the world’ mentality after numerous long winded rants, it was clear that he wasn’t cut out for the evil life. Instead he hid away most days educating himself, only dreaming that one day his smarts could take him somewhere. Somewhere away from the isle.

Hero/ good alternative; I know Doug is Dopey the dwarves son but I think it would be funny for Farkle to have a roll similar to Doug’s. Being the smart awkward son of a Dopey character.

Smackle;

Smack was hard too. 3/6 were hard for me okay damn. I saw a post today (I cant find it to link sorry) Where someone said she’d be a good daughter of Yzma from the Emperors New Groove which I love!! Yzma has a scientific feel to her (even if she uses magic? potions).

One idea I liked would be for Smackle to be the daughter of Tinker Bell (In some version where she’s not a little fairy). Isadora would be on the shorter side thanks to her mother and she also inherits her mothers ‘no filter’ attitude. (Even though Tink doesn’t talk talk in Peter Pan, she certainly does speak her mind).

Another thought I had was for the daughter of the queen of hearts. Although I like it for Maya too like pincess of harts.. Get it?

I still haven’t found an idea I’m in love with for Smack… I don’t know. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU ALL THINK. I’d love to know your ideas for our GMW favs.

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