Tale As Old As Time - Tumblr Posts
I was curious about this so I decided to make a poll :D feel free to put the specific media you watched in the tags! Also, I think I probably don’t have to say this, but please don’t be mean or judgmental, this is all for fun.
Anyway fuck Ben Sulayem all my homies hate Ben Sulayem
Tale as Old as Time - Prologue
A/N: This has been a long time in the making, but let's see where it goes. Drop your thoughts let me know if you wanna see more of this.
Synopsis: Two people both with a past. One locked in a tower, living only through pictures. The other determined to challenge.
Pairing: Bucky X Reader (eventually......slooooooooowwww burn)
There is a door in the tower. A door at the end of a hall that more times than not has the lights off. The door remains in the shadows and unopened. It is an unspoken rule that no one is allowed into the room. No one really knew what was behind the door. The few that did, did not speak of it remaining stoically silent about it. As time passes rumors and urban legends are created from it bringing more mystery. So what lies behind this door?
Bucky is new to the Tower, not so much the team, they had decided to move back from the compound. It would now be used as more of a training center for new recruits but they could go back when they wanted. This being his first time in the Tower he decided to wander, giving himself a complete layout of the place he would now call home. Steve and Natasha had told him all the floors that they resided on the rest was either Tony’s company or rented out space the lower you got in the Tower.
This was the last residential floor, for the life of him he couldn’t figure out who lived on the floor. As the elevator doors opened the floor was dark, the only light being from the window at the end of the hall. He turns down the hall heading west, he keeps his hand on the wall in case he reaches a light switch or door handle.
The first thing he finds is a supply closet, nothing much to look at just a common space. Every door after that is locked tight, not even a little jiggle from the door handle. Strange he continues on looking for any open door. Finally, he notices the door at the end, he had missed it quite a few times if he was honest. Grabbing the handle he finds it opens, he pauses the only door to open that was slightly suspicious. He was on alert now, sneaking through the door he entered. He is met with a glorious sight, the sun just starting to set glimmered through the sheer curtains framing the window. Upon the walls were hundreds of pictures, each one a different city or person. Some were photographs and other paintings. Each one is a part of a series, from sunrise to sunset. He took his time peering at each one. There was little furniture in the room. Just a couple plush chairs and a small table between them. On the table sat a book, it was a book of fairytales, stories that transcended time, the book worn with yellowed pages, but still in excellent condition.
Suddenly an adjacent door to where he was standing opened, you walked in not realizing there was someone in the room. You have a book tucked under your arm and a cup of tea in your hand. You were dressed in sweats and a baggy hoodie. Your eyes were hooded and looked exhausted, deep purple bags under them. Your hand is shaking slightly as well, a telling sign of how tired you were.
Bucky clears his throat, prompting you to drop your cup and clutch your chest with your book. Almost fending him off with the book. Your eyes shoot up to him. You take him in assessing his threat level to you, unfortunately, you got distracted by how divertingly handsome he was. His grey-blue eyes locked on yours, a toned lean body taunt with hesitation. You lower the book, and step back carefully.
“Wait.” He lifts his hand, halting your movement. “Who are you? Do you live here?”
You nod your head slowly, uncertain of where this is going. Almost as if he could sense it, he backs up hesitantly saying “it’s just no one said you were down here. It’s almost as if you don’t exist.”
Again you nod your head that’s the way it should be, you think. He turns to the room again, “Did you do all this?” Once more a nod. You head to the door you came from leaving him staring after you. “Wait, who are you?” But it was met by the door swinging shut and the snick of the lock.
He takes one more look and exits the room heading back toward the elevator. He had questions, questions that needed answers.
some people might think jannik's true love is anna. others will tell you it's carlitos. real jannik fans will know his one true love is deuce
everlastingdisneylove:
Tale as old as time, Song as old as Rhyme, Beauty and the Beast
nnngh when i made this blog it was with the intention of only reblogging stuff its almost embarrassing how quickly i started talking to people and posting my own fantasies publicly
Why is "Beauty and the Beast" just an animated mob wattpad story? Theres romance, lust, hate, danger, comedy, and bad guys. The who could fogot the hate then love relationship. I couldnt think of other disney movie more accurate.
I am losing my mind - what’s even better? Beast’s canon name is Adam and in a recent series, Disney unveiled Belle & Beast’s son, Prince Ben 😆
STAR WARS: EP IX (2019)
(@black-diamond96 all this Disney talking and my hand slipped xD for you girl)
me, checking Tumblr wondering where all the LumiCogs went... only to realise its ship name changed in the decade we were off our bullshit.
Back on it now though so have a win for the gays.
Beauty and the beast
Beauty and the Beast