Your Chariot Awaits

i’ll drive you

#73: “I like proving you wrong”

#74: “Girls can’t drive, plain and simple”

warning: a bit of cursing, and temporary sexism

word count: 1,063

a/n: My first writing of Jeff Atkins on this blog! Hope you like it and feel free to send in more requests! I also made a really bad pun that I hope no one notices if you wanna know it, hmu in my ask box;)

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Jughead wiped the sweat and dirt off of his forehead with a callused hand, he had quickly realized he enjoyed working for Andrews Construction more than he ever thought he would, it was hard work but it was good work and he felt useful and needed. He and Archie had just finished for the day and Jughead was anxious to get back to the lockers to grab his phone, Betty hadn’t been feeling well and with Veronica’s father coming back to town Betty took the brunt of Veronica’s emotional breakdowns.

“She’s my best friend, if I can carry a little of her weight, it’s worth it.”
The selfless blonde had said that afternoon at the lunch table, with Veronica napping on her shoulder.
Not only was Veronica’s constant need for support and affection taking a toll on Betty but Polly was due this month and after Hal had left, too much responsibility was heavily placed on the Youngest Cooper, to make sure her family was okay, make sure no one fell apart. But then of course there was Jughead, Betty hadn’t fully gotten over the things he had said to her the night of his birthday party, he could tell she was still hurting, her insecurities were a bit more prominent and she still hesitated to call Jughead when she needed him. He had apologized about thirty times and although she said it was okay he couldn’t help but hate himself for making her hide who she was around him.

He looked to his right and tried to zone back in on the conversation he was supposed to be having with Archie

“So I’m thinking I take her out of town ya know? Get her mind off of things, Veronica could use the escape and I’ve been meaning to get her alone for the past few days. You might wanna do the same for Betty. Dad said you could use his pickup truck all weekend since he’s using the company car and I’m using the van.” Archie explained , side eying his best friend trying to convey how good an idea it was.

Alone with Betty for an entire weekend? No nosy best friends and damaged families? Just the two of them. Where would they even go?
Almost as if reading his mind Archie spoke again.

“Ronnies gonna show me around New York, it’s where she’s happiest. I know Betty’s grandparents own a cottage just a few towns over, they’re in Florida right now but Betty loves it there, just an idea.” The red headed boy grinned, strolling into the trailer and grabbing his bag from the locker.

Could he really do this? Just whisk her away, stay somewhere small, secluded, comfortable? Pulling his phone out he clicked on the new message from Betty

BETS: guess who’s fighting with his boyfriend? I’ll give you a hint - it’s Kevin Keller. :/ I might not be able to make it tonight, he’s currently crying on my bathroom rug. Sorry Romeo, duty calls. **** Juliet

Slamming his phone on the table Jughead had made a decision, she needed him right now and he was not about to let this opportunity pass. The car ride to Archie’s was filled The ginger haired boys constant chatter, as soon as they parked, Jughead was out of the car and up the stairs , throwing things in a duffel and saying goodbye to a vey confused Fred.

He double rang the Coopers doorbell and smiled when a very pregnant Polly Cooper opened the front door, ear phones in and a happy smile on her face
“Hey jug! Is Betty expecting you? She’s upstairs with Veronica and Kevin right now, the poor boy won’t stop crying, I know I said I wanted a son but I’m thinking a daughter may be better.” She winked moving aside to let Jughead slide past her protruding Belly, he placed an open hand on her stomach and smiled
“This little bug is definitely a boy, count on it Polly.” He grinned.

Polly rolled her eyes as Jughead straightened his back and stared at her seriously

“Polly I need your help, I want to take Betty away, just for a few days. I’m not asking you to lie but I need you to not tell Alice where we’re going” he shrugged shyly.

Polly was nodding before he even finished the first word

“I won’t tell, I’ve got your back. Betty needs this, she needs you. Give me an address and have her home before baby Blossom is born and you are in the clear.” She placed a hand to Jugheads shoulder, her natural maternal instinct kicking in
“You’re a good boy Jughead Jones and I trust my sister with you, take care of her okay? Lord knows someone has to.” The hormonal blonde wipes tears from her eyes before moving away quickly mumbling
“Damn baby, making me cry all the time.”

Jughead laughed heartily and started his sprint up the stairs, he slammed into the room to find Betty in a tiny silk green nightgown and Veronica in a blue one, both sitting in the ground next to a wallowing Kevin. Damn did Betty look good, he swallowed hard as he eyed her before shaking his head and heading to her closet grabbing the familiar lavender duffel bag and throwing in on her bed

“Come on, pack up! We’re wasting daylight.” Jughead started pulling her off the ground gently by her hand, Betty stared up at him confused

“What are you…” she questionedreailing off as she saw Veronica begin packing her bag

“I mean I totally knew this would happen, Archie’s taking me to New York and we both know Jughead is way more smitten, of course he’d make it a surprise. So dramatic” Veronica continued finalizing the tiny duffel bag and shoving it into Betty’s arms before running a hand over her perfect curls
“Okay all set, you guys have fun.. but not too much fun.”

Betty was practically shuffled down the stairs at a loss for words, she finally found her voice as she stood in front of the beat up truck, noticing Jugheads bag in the front seat.

“What is going on?!?”
Betty shouted, throwing her hands up.

Jughead smiled slightly, gently placing his hands on her hips
“We’re going away for the weekend, a cottage a few towns over? Archie mentioned you liked it. It’s just gonna be us, no responsibilities, no problems.. just us.” He could feel his girlfriend melting into his arms but she was still tense

“I can’t just go! What about Polly? The baby? Veronica?” She rambled, her eyes searching frantically.

Veronica stepped forward now
“Everything you’ve done for me? I need you to go with him Betty, you deserve this. And as for Polly and the Baby your mom will be home and we all know how Kevin likes to hang around your house.” She rolled her eyes as the flamboyant boy gasped in indignation.

“I can’t just.. I can’t.. can I?” She muttered looking up to her boyfriend who placed a kiss to her forehead and smiled his boyish grin

“You can and you will. Now come on your chariot awaits, he moved to the side of the truck and opened her door, watching as her long legs slid in, barely covered by the silky half gown. Betty waved at her friends as Jughead started the car, there was so much to think about, so much to worry about, but with the windows rolled down and her boyfriends hand in hers, she figured

Maybe life could wait… just for a little.

Hufflepuff x Gryffindor Relationship Would Include:

Requested :)

Originally posted by pastel-rainclouds


  • Piggy back rides…EVERYWHERE!!!!
  • “Your incompetent chariot awaits!”
  • the Gryffindor hauling the Hufflepuff onto their back and running with them to their next class 
  •  rapturously euphoric laughs resonating around the corridors they trample through
  • The Hufflepuff calling out guilty, “Sorry!”’s  to every person the Gryffindor  obliviously inconveniences
  • both taking it in turns to carry the other or rather the Gryffindor unexpectedly jumping on the Hufflepuff’s back and dynamically  requesting to be taken somewhere
  • the Hufflepuff almost always doing the same to them to which the Gryffindor obliges only slightly begrudgingly
  • Them cuddling by the fire wrapped up in a cocoon of blankets with the Hufflepuff snuggled into the Gryffindor’s arms
  • forehead kisses and always holding hands
  • THE HUFFLEPUFF ALWAYS WEARING THE GRYFFINDOR’S OVER-SIZED JUMPERS
  • The Gryffindor not being able to resist persuading the Hufflepuff to do  daring challenges with them
  • “Wanna see how many times we can run past Filch’s office until we get caught?”
  • contagious smirks and eyes alight with devious fire emitting from the Gryffindor
  • “I’m going to regret this afterwards aren’t I…?”
  • “most probably.”
  • “let’s do it.”

Originally posted by dreamingistheonlyway

  • Afternoons spent by the Great Lake among the untamed grass watching as the water-borne magical creatures show off their unique beauty
  • The Hufflepuff loving to play with Gryffindor’s hair who obstenstatiously acts as though they don’t like it. 
  • But loving it it just as much as them, most likely more.
  • Falling asleep together with the Hufflepuff delicately curled atop the Gryffindor’s chest as the sun crawls across the ambrosial grass and seeps into the  horizon.

Originally posted by infinity-means-us

  • The Hufflepuff’s sympathetic and understanding qualities making the Gryffindor less reckless and brash
  • Also being able to calm the Gryffindor down when they’re shaking with apoplectic rage
  • The Gryffindor’s bolder qualities allowing the Hufflepuff to be less shy and more comfortable in their own skin
Sacred Vows

Summary: This was written for @bionic-buckyb​‘s 5K writing challenge. I chose the prompt, “There’s no one else I’d rather have in my life than you” Thank you for allowing me to take part in this. Hope you like it.

Word Count: Kinda lengthy (sorry)

 Pairing: Bucky x Reader

A/N: I’m a true romantic and James Buchanan Barnes deserves to love and be loved. 

Bucky wanted a simple ceremony in front of a justice of the peace. You didn’t care as long as you and he were joined in holy matrimony. Natasha Romanoff super sleuth discovered your plans and alerted the team. Tony scoffed at the thought of a “shot gun wedding.” “You’re getting married on my private island. Pepper will handle the wedding details and the rest of us are your wing men and women.” Tony rubbed his hands together with a gleam in his eyes. You could see the cogs turning in his head!!

“But Tony, Bucky and I don’t want anything over the top,” Y/N pleaded, trying to keep up with his long strides. “Uh, sorry future Mrs. Frost Bite, did you say something?” Bucky slapped his forehead and sighed heavily, finally relenting, “okay Stark. Our wedding is in your hands.”

A chorus of “yay” and thunderous applause erupted in the common room. Pepper sprang into action contacting the necessary shops. While on the phone with the decorator, she removed the phone from her ear, “YN? What are your colors?” Honestly, you and Bucky never discussed colors. “We don’t have a color preference.” “Pish posh. Let me see. What about cobalt blue, grey and white?” “Okay, let’s see the colors together.” Hanging up from the decorators she pulled up the colors on her tablet and showed them to Bucky and his fiancé.

“What do you think, babe?” Bucky looked in amazement. “I really like the colors. What do you think, Doll?” “I say YES.” Wanda and Nat found a quaint little bridal shop in Manhattan, Le Chic. The bridal party arrived via white stretch limo.

“Ladies, your chariot awaits.” YN, Wanda, Nat and Dr. Cho gasped. “Really Tony? A limo?” “Yep future Mrs. Frozensicle. Go big or go home.” The ladies looked at each other and made their way to the white stretch limo. Pepper knew Tony had a soft spot for YN and wanted to make her special day one they’ll never forget.

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Love Triumphs  Chapter 10: Roomies

Jared Padalecki x Reader

1550 Words

Chapter Summary: It’s the morning after you moved in with Jared.

Story Summary: AU (I love Gen, and love her with Jared.) Jared and Gen have split up, but are still friendly. You, the Reader have recently started acting on Supernatural, and have fallen in love with Jared. Both of you get hate due to the fact that you are much younger than he is.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Waking up the next morning, it took some time for your groggy mind to remember why your bed was extra comfortable, or why the sun wasn’t hitting you in the face like usual. Pulling on the sheets, you tried to cover your head, wanting nothing more than to fall back asleep. You didn’t have to be on set until late that afternoon, and you loved to sleep in on those mornings. But you could literally feel the music as it pounded through the house. Not loud enough to actually hear the words, the beat was forceful enough that you knew sleeping was out of the question.

Yawning, you slipped out of the silky sheets, brushing your hair back from your face with your hands as you remembered why everything seemed so different. Last night had been your first night as Jared’s roommate. The two of you had stayed up late into the night, enjoying the cheesecake you had bought, along with a couple of glasses of wine. When he had walked you to your door, kissing you on your cheek it had been after midnight, and you had fallen straight into bed.

Still in your sleep shorts and tank top, you slipped out of your room, making your way down the stairs. The music was louder down here, coming from a room off of the garage. Heading straight for the kitchen, you poured yourself a cup of coffee just as the music turned off. You could hear footsteps seconds before a very sweaty, breathing hard Jared came into the kitchen, using a towel to wipe off the sweat from his face. He was wearing a tank top, along with basketball shorts, and you couldn’t help but take in the muscular arms, and the thin but strong legs of his. Even sweaty the man looked amazing, and you wanted nothing more than for him to kiss you senseless.

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Nice Guys Finish Last (Jeff Atkins x Reader)

A/N: Hi, this is my first story! Probably isn’t going to be the best story ever, but it’s a start to many more stories.

Summary: Jeff is a nice guy. He believes that ‘nice guys finish last’ because of you. But you’re just too oblivious to know when someone likes you.


01. Back to School

Y/N P.O.V.

“Y/N, hurry up or you’ll be late!” Your father shouted for you - somewhere in the house. “I know!” You shouted back, going mad because you woke up late and barely had time to get ready.

You snatched your backpack on the way out of your bedroom and ran downstairs. Your father ready to send you off at the open doorway with a lunch bag clutched in his hand.

“Have a good day at school, Kiddo.” He smiled as you took the bag from him. “Please don’t call me that. I’m grown now.” You scowled at the pet name you were given ever since you can remember. “Ha, you’ll always be a kid to me.” He embraced you before letting you step out of the door.

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Your Chariot Awaits (II)

Part I.

Clarke kicked her heels off and looked up at the water tower while Bellamy wheeled his bike into the bushes.  “You’re sure?” he asked, joining her and peering up.

“You chickening out on me, Blake?” she teased.

He swallowed and shook his head.  “Just waiting for you to start.”

Clarke busied herself twisting the skirt of her dress into a knot above her knee so it wouldn’t trip her up as she climbed.  “So you can climb up behind me and look up my dress?”

“I was thinking so I could keep you from falling and dying, but sure, I can go first if you want,” he said with a tiny wink.

“Oh, on second thought, yeah, I’m going first,” she said, and grabbed the rung to haul herself up.

Clarke had second thoughts once she was ten feet up, but Bellamy was on the ladder already and she didn’t want to bail, so she told herself not to look down and kept on going.  She reached the narrow ledge and slipped through the bars on the railing.  The wind tugged at her hair and she braced her hands on the railing.  A feeling of exuberance set in; Clarke wasn’t naturally a risk taker but this– this felt right.

Bellamy joined her and shrugged out of his jacket.  He draped it over her shoulders and looked out across the valley.  It was warm and heavy, and made her stomach curl pleasantly. “It’s pretty up here,” he said.    

“Why me?” she asked, burrowing a little deeper into his jacket, and stole a glance at him out of the corner of her eye.

“What?”  The wind ruffled his curls and he kept his eyes on the blanket of lights spread before them.

“We’ve never talked before.  Why me, and why tonight?”

“You complaining?” he asked, and she liked how his voice sounded when he was teasing her.  It was like there was years of friendship between the two of them, not just one night of reckless decisions.

“Just trying to figure you out,” she said lightly.

Bellamy shrugged and his gaze flickered towards her.  “You know who you are.  I like that.  So why’d you pick this place?”

Now it was her turn to shrug.  “I always wanted to climb this thing,” she said, and her pinky brushed against his.  Bellamy looked at their hands and didn’t move, so she turned to face him fully.  “Thanks for the jacket.  And the ride.  And— this,” she said, waving out at the open air.

“Anytime, princess,” he said, and straightened.  His eyes were dark, but the look in them was unmistakeable.  Clarke reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, and just like on the dance floor, his eyes fluttered closed like he enjoyed her touch.  

So there, on top of the world, Clarke rolled up onto her toes and pressed her lips to his.

Bellamy inhaled sharply and then his hand came to curve around her jaw, his mouth opening under hers.  His other arm eased under his jacket and wrapped around her waist, pressing them together.  Wind whipped around them and Clarke tipped her head to the side to deepen the kiss.  His tongue brushed hers and Clarke made a soft noise at the back of her throat.

Bellamy looked a little dazed as he pulled back, and then dropped another kiss to the tip of her nose before he cleared his throat.  “When’s your curfew tonight, princess?” he asked, and Clarke hoped he never said her real name again, because when he said princess like that— rough and fond and just a little bit lost— something inside of her melted.

“I don’t have one,” she said with a grin.

Bellamy’s face split into a smile, broad and real.  “Then where to next?”

The Wedding of Fareeha Amari and Doctor Angela Ziegler

Pharmercy Appreciation Week Day 6: Wedding. @pharmercyappreciationweek

A/N about translations: Because I can’t speak German or Egyptian Arabic, expect some wonky translations. On the Subject of Egyptian Arabic, the translation to English was, well, let’s just say, off. As in, I have no idea what the heck is going on there. So I put the approximate English pronunciation, followed by the actual way to write the words. See the end A/N for actual translations.


“I promised you a special stream today, and I am here to deliver!” Hana exclaimed, talking into her phone. “Are you prepared to get up close and personal with Overwatch? Of course you are. And today, you get to attend a wedding.” She turned the phone to face Fareeha standing next to her. “And here’s the lucky bride-to-be. Well, one of them anyway.” Fareeha looked at the mirror, observing Hana as she broadcast a behind-the-scenes view of the wedding. Hana wore a three-piece suit with a pink tie, her bunny logo emblazoned in the center. “Hopsotch23 wants to know who the lucky lady is. Care to say who, or do you want to keep it a surprise?”

As Fareeha turned her head, Satya pushed it back into place. “Don’t move,” Satya ordered as she continued to perfect Fareeha’s hair. Satya was also wearing a three-piece suit, though her tie was blue and her jacket was currently hanging next to the door, next to Fareeha’s dry cleaning bag.

“They know who it is,” Fareeha said.

Hana waited a moment before nodding. “Yes they do. PharahIsBae wants to know if you really want to do this.”

Fareeha cocked her eyebrow. “What was that name again?” she asked.

“Just answer the question,” Hana said with a smile. “For your fans.”

Fareeha started to nod, Satya quickly holding her head still. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

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Twin Flames (Negan x Samantha x Sabrina) Chapter 2: Country Girl

Word Count: 2,412
Genre: Smut
Fandoms: Negan, The Walking Dead, Jeffrey Dean Morgan
Pairings: Negan x Samantha x Sabrina
Rating: Explicit
AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9527135/chapters/22224047
Warnings: Language. Zombies. Oral sex. Vaginal sex. Object insertion.

Summary: With Sabrina off somewhere with Dwight, Negan and Samantha head out to the countryside for a romantic picnic and sexual rendezvous.

Tagging:
@ali-pennell
@awayoflife
@casifer-fan
@cherieann-2001
@fangirlindenial
@flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash
@hannigrammatic
@i-am-a-rabbit-hearted-girl
@ifoundmydirection
@jaz-047
@ladylorelitany
@loveforfilm
@magikat409
@manic-mamma
@miiraal
@myheart4ever47-blog
@negans-network
@owtsydedbox
@prettyepiic
@squid-from-mirkwood
@succubussass
@talldarkandwinchester
@thewalkingdeadbabe
@toxic-ink
@trashforwinchesters

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Roper’s opening night.


Author Ladyoftheteaandblood.
Happy fluff with Roper, Alternative fact Tom and a few friends.

Roper stared at Pine and couldn’t for the life of him think why Conny had let him back in.

“He’s glaring at me again” Tom yelled at Conny

“Are you surprised, you nicked his bed space, he was sleeping by me till your return” Tom felt guilty all over again and Roper growled at him

“Yes alright you furry demon, I’m well aware I’ve fucked up”

The black cat looked somehow pleased at this confession, gave Tom a look of disgust, a disdainful flick of his tail end and walked out the cat flap.

“With Roper gone it was time for Pine to woo the lady and try his luck”

As Tom said this he turned round to find Conny behind him

“Are you still doing a narrative on that poor innocent cat?” She asked wrapping her arms round his waist.

“He hates me, I look at him sometimes and the see evil intent in those big golden eyes. He’s just waiting for his chance to trip me on the stairs” Tom said as he hugged Conny back.

“Well he remembers all the night I was……..Upset and is plotting his revenge”

“So you admit he wants to kill me then?” the blue eyes sparkling at her

“Oh yes, you’re one cats hair away from death, so you’d better behave. This time Roper will win” she giggled

“On a serious note, he is very jealous of you Tom, even more so since your return, so be nice to him. He had me all to himself and now he’s lost his bed and half his cuddles”

“Oh I’ll try” and with a look that said he felt exactly the opposite, Tom made to leave.

“See you at the theater later?” he asked. Conny had been helping in the evenings with Tom’s latest production. Every time she left to go, Roper had sulked like he knew she was off to cavort with that man.

“Yes I will see you later, may even bring cake and cookies for the cast”

“You know how to get around a guy” he laughed as he picked up his bag, kissed her on the forehead and left.

Conny spent a very messy, happy afternoon cooking for the cast. She had never been a tidy cook and by the end of the day even Roper, who had come back now “Thingy” had gone, was covered in flour. He turned and left her to go clean himself up, making sure he did so on Tom’s favourite chair, leaving as much flour behind as he could.

Conny’s bag stood by the door full of cakes, cookies and books, some she’d promise to lend and two she was giving back to Mark Gatiss. Roper had a good sniff round and rubbed as much of his scent on it as he could, so she wouldn’t forget him.

The cleaning of the kitchen took a lot longer than she had expected, so it was a very quick shower before Conny had to rush out the door, throwing cat food in Ropers bowl and praying he wasn’t to pissed off at her for not giving him a goodbye tummy rub.

Outside she found Tom’s driver Sam, waiting, smiling as ever.

“Tom sent me. My lady your chariot awaits” He told her bowing really low and opening the car door.

“You’re as big an idiot as he is, but thanks this bag is heavy”

Sam took it off her, let her in the car and stowed the booty in the boot.

“Where to my lady”

“Oh take me to my knight in tarnished armour”

When she got to the theater, the front of house had that quiet calm that happens before all hell breaks Loose, the auditorium was empty and silent, the stage had its curtains open, the set with the props all in place, ready for the off.

The dressing rooms however were buzzing with activity as actors were transformed from lowly plebs, to hero’s, villains, kings and servants and all the other members of this somewhat mad production.

Mark Gatiss had written this play himself with Tom, Benedict and David T. in mind. He himself played the old confused priest in this mad old fashioned farce, while the three stars played eager knights jousting for the girl, only to have her ……Well that would ruin the end and we can’t have that.

Safe to say it had a lot of silly nonsense with swords, Armour, hiding behind bits of set, a priest, a medieval torturer, and men trying to impress a girl etc…

The three boys played their parts to perfection, and the audience left to go home each night with sides aching from all the laughing. The play had become a huge hit, with both the critics and general public loving it.

Conny would come in every night and help where she could. If that meant tea making, clearing up, or just fetching and carrying, she would do it. She really didn’t care what she did, she just love how back stage felt before and during the performance.

How the tension would build till the curtain came up. How each actor had their way of preparing before they went on. Some having an almost  religious ritual they had to go through, some listened to a particular bit of music, some you had to leave totally alone and others wanted to talk through their part yet again.

She put down her bag in the tiny kitchen, opened it, and was about to take out the cookies and cakes, and other goodies when a head popped out, very quickly followed by the body and tail of Roper. Who after taking one look at the odd surroundings with its even odder smells, shot out the door of the theater kitchen.

“Oh shit!”

Now she had two options. One, tell everyone a cat, a black cat to boot, was running around the theater. Or two, try and find the furry fiend before the little sod caused utter chaos.

She decided on the second but this could only happen if nobody yelled for her help, which of course that night they all did.

Tom had got part of his armour stuck and needed to be  helped out and then back in it the right way, which let’s face it, at any other time would have been really good fun as it was the bottom half.

A major prop had been lost, so it was all hands on deck to find it. Conny used the hunt time to also look for Roper but he’d had gone to ground and refused to be found. She discovered the missing prop in the fridge when making tea for a fraught cast.

A male member of cast was convince the loos were haunted, as when he was having a pee, he’d heard strange sounds coming from the old cupboard in the corner. Conny had a clue what that was but on further inspection, she only found an empty cupboard, apart from a decapitated mouse.

She made the decision to tell Tom the news and went off to find him,. She  didn’t get further than his dressing room door as he flew passed her with a quick peck on the cheek and said

“And we are off again”

Now all she could do now was pray she’d find him after the performance.

The play went like a dream, Conny could hear Tom and the others frolicking on stage and the audience roaring with laughter.

It carried on that way to the final act where our three knacked knights, having all completed their tasks, rushed into the throne room, on hobby horses, to each try and claim the hand of the maiden fair. Only to find it empty and all hope of romantic entanglements removed as she had ……Well that would ruin it.

There they stood, our three gallant men, ardour cooling in the cold light of day but ready to have one final battle with each other to the bitter end. Swords in hands, they faced each other, when a low menacing sound  could be heard loud and clear all across the stage and out into the audience.

Tom, Benedict and David all looked briefly confused then resumed the fight, prowling round the stage, about to do  terrible acts of violence on the other two, an armpit killing was due anytime.

The most awful sound of suffering came from the wings, as a scream was heard and two cast members, the Princes and her love interest the milk maid ( sod end ruined)  rushed on stage with no cue to do so, quickly followed by the castle torturer looking like he’d just seen death itself.

A sound of scuffling, the growl of a cat, the screech of a dying animal and silence. The audience were gripped as the plot thickened. Our three heroes looked at each other and then back at the wings, our uninvited cast members on stage were now holding on to each other. Tom stared at the burly torturer who decidedly pale, whispered to Tom “Rat…Large" the guy looked about to faint.

At this point on walked a familiar furry lump…He crossed the stage as cocky as you like, passing the surprised looking knights, carrying…Well more like dragging a large dead grey rat in his mouth. Roper looked out at the audience bobbed his head as if to bow and exited stage left, still dragging his spoils of war.

The audience cheered and Ben commented loudly he’d never been upstaged by a cat.

David looked at the happy couple and in his broad Scottish accent said

“Well ya can’t argue with that”

Tom gave up put his arms around his fellow knights saying,

“It seem our plans have been thwarted.  We should retire to the tavern men where wenches aplenty wait with ale?” The frustrated suitors headed off stage, along with the happy couple and the torturer still looking nervously around in case ratty had brought mates.

After the applause and bows had stopped, there was just the question to be answered. why was the play change by a unscripted cat?

Tom was strangely quiet as to answers and Conny looked like she’d robbed a bank. But Mark was killing himself laughing and saying he couldn’t have written it better himself.

Conny fessed up to her stow away pal, who was bought out of hiding by David opening a tin of tuna he’d had in the fridge. He said it was for a sandwich but he was known for putting stuff in there by mistake.

On hearing the can-opener Roper strutted into the room rat free and received his reward. Everyone praise the little sod for saving the fair maiden from the nasty rodent that had attacked her, her maid and the big strong torturer in the wings that night. He single handedly had saved the day. He gave Tom a look as if to say

“Who’s the star now Buddy boy?”

Conny fed a very pooky Tom cake, and he began to see the funny side as the cast happily finished all the goodies while giving heaps of attention to Roper. Who as it turnout was quite the spotlight whore!

Mark took loads of photos of cast and cat, and made sure that the opportunity to get some media attention for the play didn’t go a miss. Well it’s not even day a cat graces a London stage and not only upstages the cast, saves the maiden from a large uninvited rat and changes the plot in a good way.

Roper, when all the tuna was gone, and his audience were leaving to head home,  got back into the bag to go home himself with no bother at all helped by David, who he seemed to adore.

“Pine was yet again put in his place by Roper as to who was boss” Tom said under his breath

“Oh come on my superhero, just because he prefers a Time lord to a demi god, don’t get jealous” Conny said as she gave Tom a hug.

She went and picked up her coat from the table only to screamed loudly as a large dead, bloody rat fell from its folds onto her foot.

“How lovely, Roper gave you his Kill"

“That cats an arsehole” she yelled shaking her foot vigorously, as Tom graciously removed the dead monster, grinning from ear to ear as it was now his turn to save the maid. And he knew just what to ask for as a reward on getting home!

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Beauty and the Krupp, Chapter Seven: The Dinner Invitation.

In which Mr. Krupp attempts normal social interaction. With the angry woman he’s put in detention for life. Probably not a great starting point. 

Briefly featuring OC janitor, Mr. Spott. 

Chapter One: The Curse

Chapter Two: Edith.

Chapter Three: Martin.

Chapter Four: The School.

Chapter Five: Meet the Beast.

Chapter Six:  Meet the Students and Staff. 


“What a freakin’ fantastic night,” Mr. Krupp thought sarcastically as he made his way to the cafeteria. Getting rid of that old man had been a real pain in his behind. 

That piece of junk that passed as a car had been busted—the enchantress’s mischief, he suspected, because it just happened to break down right in front of the enchanted school in the middle of the enchanted forest—so he’d had to tie his former prisoner to a tree while he fixed it. Luckily he’d picked up some auto repair skills during his years in the military, so in no time he had it purring. 

The old man, on the other hand, didn’t purr. While Mr. Krupp worked, he yelled and threatened and made so much wretched noise that Mr. Krupp finally got fed up and shoved a rag in his mouth. “I’m doing you a big favor here, bub. How about a little appreciation?” 

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Negan’s met his match

He walked around and continued to taunt my people.  I could feel the anger welling up in me to an uncontrollable point.  He pointed the bat at Daryl and I finally had had enough.  He was already injured and I could see the pain in his eyes.  Not something you normally see coming from Daryl.

“Why don’t you leave us the fuck alone before I get up and kill you and your people”

He turned with his mouth open as if he was dumbfounded.  He looked me up and down and cracked a wicked smile.  He looked down at Rick and said “Who the fuck is this little ray of sunshine?”

Rick looked at me with a shut the fuck up look and looked back at Negan. With a sort of laugh he said “Trust me, you don’t want to mess with that one.  She will chew you up and spit you out”

Negan almost looked delighted when hearing that.  He walked over and got a good look at me.  “Stand up so I can take all this in” Motioning to my body.  I stood up and looked him straight in the eye.  I wanted him to know I was not afraid of him and I wasn’t.  I was afraid for my people.  My family. Thinking about him hurting anyone in my family made me want to unleash a rage the world had never seen on them.  All of them.  Negan had no idea how many people I had killed.  Since the outbreak and the loss of my family, everything I knew, I had changed.  Changed into a hardcore and ruthless killer. I would kill and maim without any rhyme or reason.  You would never know by looking at me.  Small frame, long brown hair, blue eyes, I looked like a damn damsel in distress.  I was not in any way one of those.  I would kill without consequence.  That is what this new world required.  Survival at it’s most basic instinct.  

“I don’t like little girls who stand up to me sweetheart” He put his hand on my face. I slapped it away and kicked him in the chest.  He was knocked back and out of shock started to laugh.  His eyes seemed so wickedly delighted.  “Who do you belong to?”

“I belong to no one.” I snarled at him. He walked over to Rick again while I stood there.  He looked back at Dwight and gave him a nod.  “Rick, is this girl yours?  She is feisty and I like that. I love a girl with spirit, especially one that looks like that.” Rick looked at me and said “She does not belong to anyone. She is not thinking clearly right now, just leave her alone.  Don’t hurt her. Please. Let’s make a deal.  Just like you wanted in the first place.  We can work together.” His voice seemed so shaky to me.  I could tell he was worried, worried for Carl who was shaking behind me.  Negan knew Carl was his son. The one thing Negan could do to break Rick was take out Carl.  

Negan looked back at me and I could tell he wanted me.  I knew before it came out of his mouth what he was about to say.  He looked back at Dwight motioning for him to come closer to me.  He walked over but did not get close. “I do want to make a deal with you people.  Half your shit belongs to me now.  And I want her to come with us.  She does belong to someone now.  She belongs to me.  Don’t worry, I won’t hurt her.”  I started to charge at him and Dwight grabbed me.  He grasped me around my waist and pulled me close to him, he looked at me and said “Don’t fight this, he will kill all of them without hesitation.  Do this for your people.  It will save them”  I stopped and he grabbed me arms and pinned them to my side.  I looked at Negan still wickedly smiling at me. 

“I will go with you but you have to leave them alone.  All of them.  Please let them get Maggie to Hilltop.  Rick is a good man, he will work with you, just let them go”

“That’s what I want, to work with them and you.  You will come without a fight or all of them will die tonight.  Do we have a deal Rick?” He kept his eyes on me.  Rick reluctantly agreed.  Rick knew I could take care of myself.  I had taken care of myself for so long before they found me.  

“Good, we have a deal.  Negan walked over to me and threw me over his shoulder.  He slapped my ass and looked back at my group.  “I will give you a couple of days to get your shit together.  When we come a knocking, you better let us in.  Don’t worry about her, I will take very good care of her.”  He started to walk off and the rest of the saviors started to leave.  He put me down right outside the RV he confiscated from Eugene.  He opened the door “Your chariot awaits my dear”  I just snarled at him which made him laugh again.  I got in the RV and Dwight got in to drive.  I looked out the window at my people who were looking at me as it drove away.  I felt a sharp pain in my heart. Something I wasn’t use to anymore.

Snaps - An Early MSR Smutlet

Last week’s rewatch of The Jersey Devil led to a lot of discussion about whether Scully’s lace date top was actually a body suit… that fastened with snaps. This is what might have happened if it was…

This one is for @campaignofmisinformation, @damselindistressmya, @believingtheliesandnotthetruth @anonstarbuck @dangerscully and the rest of the Sunday night brigade (i’m sure I missed someone  - tell me and I’ll update!)

Also huge thanks to @kateyes224 for the ego boost, late night typo checks and being such a babe!


Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Fox Mulder/Dana Scully
Additional Tags: Early MSR, Deleted Scene, Canon divergent, First Time
Read it on AO3 here or…. 

Snaps

She tells herself it’s responsibility that makes her take out her pager at the table, that it’s duty driving her to the phone, that the electricity running from his lips into her ear is static and nothing less professional. She had told herself the same thing that morning, when his slight recoil at the thought of her on a date called every tiny hair on her spine to stand to attention. Better to blame overzealous air conditioning for the thrill running through her than admit that she, Dana Scully, wanted her partner to care whether or not she was dating.

And she definitely hadn’t dressed with him in mind, hadn’t deliberately stretched white lace over the curves her work suits hide so completely. There was no ulterior motive when she painted her lips red and admired the cream of her skin peeking through the false modesty of the sheer blouse, no idea that she might take a detour on her way home to some crisis or crime scene and get to find out whether his gaze lingers longer on the slim circle of her waist, the flash of gold at her collarbone or the seamlessly smooth curve of her ass.

No. None of it was for Mulder. It had all been for the man across the table from her. Rob. At least she’s pretty sure his name is Rob though he’s spoken of nothing but his child for the last two courses so it could be the kid’s name. Probably-Rob is handsome enough and responsible enough to tick all her mother’s boxes and most of Scully’s own and yet… her mind slips once again out of the side door of the conversation to explore the dark alleys and twisted connections of her work on the X-Files. Her work with Mulder.

This date was supposed to be a distraction, a flattering diversion from running headlong into this tempting new mystery. When she quit medicine for the  FBI she promised herself she would take her time choosing her next steps, tempering instinct with rationale so she is able to justify to Ahab and to herself, the merit of her decisions. And so tonight she chose to be here, with Probably-Rob and his family anecdotes instead of with Mulder, fast food and tall tales of beast-men and evolutionary anomalies. Empirically she knows it was the smart choice but it feels so wrong. It’s not that she doesn’t like Rob, or that she dislikes children or the idea of having them, but the conversation seems so painfully domestic, so numbly similar to the ones she overheard week-on-week in church growing up that despite her best attempts to pay attention she finds herself contemplating a lamp in the corner that looks like a flying saucer and wondering how long it would have taken Mulder to crack a joke about it.

She notices a silence and realises that she is meant to have responded, to be engaging in some witty first-date repartee and all she can do is smile tightly and quietly thank God for the arrival of dessert. Probably-Rob’s eyes light up at his strudel which matches, almost perfectly, the beige of his hair and suit and his enthusiasm for the pallid dessert far outweighs the vague warmth with which he told Scully she looked good upon arrival. There’s nothing wrong with him, he’s an attentive date and is more than holding up his half of their interaction, but as the minutes tick by Scully is forced to acknowledge that it is not a conversation she is interested in having. That for now, this well-meaning, gently patronising family man is the last thing she wants. She wants to be reckless, to test the limits of science and reality and herself and that the place to do that is at Mulder’s side.

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Pregnancy Party

Request: Can you write one about the reader being Tony Stark’s daughter and Peter Parker’s wife and she tells Tony that she’s expecting a child, which then leads to Tony throwing a private party with the Avengers to celebrate? Sorry it’s kinda long 😅 Thank you!

Paired with this request: Can you make a part 2 please???? ❤❤

Blog Tag: @smutwritingangel, @shia5gorospe

A/N: I paired these two requests together. It was too cute not to. Part two of Motherly Instincts. P.S., this was supposed to be short. Was.

Warnings: Self-doubt

Word Count Total: 1575

Long Imagine #7

Title: Pregnancy Party

You took a deep breath before knocking on the door. You knew there was nothing to be worried about, but this was weird. This was your dad. You were going to be talking about this with your dad.

But, then again, he was sure to want to know that you were going to have a child. He would love being a grandpa. That child was going to be so spoiled.

Your child. Yours and Peter’s. Peter Parker was your husband and the love of your life. You had met after the Civil War (which you had been banned from fighting in) and the two of you had quickly fallen in love. Peter had proposed once the two of you reached your early twenties and had gotten married. Now, a year later, you were expecting a child.

The door opened and you knew that you couldn’t turn back. So, you walked in.

“Hey, Y/N!” your dad greeted you. You hugged him and he hugged back.

“Hi, Dad.”

“What’s up, kiddo?” he asked. He knew something was up.

“What, I can’t just visit my father, the Great Tony Stark, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist?”

He gave you The Look. You knew that look. You couldn’t hide anything from The Look, no matter how old you got.

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