i had to remake it sigh

general li mulan

okay so i LOVE mulan okay. as far as i’m concerned it’s a Perfect Movie and doesn’t need any fixing. but i was thinking today and -

- what if mulan didn’t go to war to save her father?

say her father is dead, okay, killed by the previous war. so she’s raised by her mother and grandmother, women who’s complacency and softness has been worn away by necessity. she needs to marry well, for her family’s sake, because her mother has refused the hand of every man who offered. but mulan is even more rough around the edges than before, is educated not only in books (her mother said men wouldn’t find smarts attractive and grandmother pointed out that men aren’t always around and off to school mulan went) but in the sword too, taught to her by her classmate, ping.

mulan is considered in the lower end of the upper class, coming from a family of military men and scholars and successful merchants. ping is near the top, the son or nephew of an advisor to the emperor. his family is very rich and very important, and the reason they become friends is because mulan manages to notice something about him that he’s been hiding from everyone else - he’s going blind.

not totally blind, enough to get around, but blind enough that reading is difficult and swordplay is even worse, although once he has it down he has it. ping is no fool, he’s not weak or bumbling. his eyes just don’t work. so mulan notices and confronts him about it. she promises to keep it a secret, and hey, she’ll even help him with his assignments by reading the books out loud and helping him study. but in return he must teach her the sword, must teach her about military and tactics. he agrees.

ping and mulan become very good friends and there’s some raised eyebrows about it but they are TOO far away in class for it to be inappropriate, so they make tutting sounds and disapproving faces and let it go.

then the draft happens. ping can’t go to war, he won’t survive it. not with his eyesight like it is. so mulan offers him a deal - she’ll go to war for him, in his place. in return, if she survives, he must marry her. if she dies he must take care of her family.

ping can’t make this kind of family decision on his own, so he goes to his mother and tells her everything, about the eyesight and how he’ll die if he goes and mulan’s offer. his mother says he must keep it a secret from his father, but agrees - if mulan fights in her son’s place and survives, a wedding will be arranged. either way, mulan’s family will be taken care of. ping will be sent to live with some cousins in the meanwhile.

“you’re not in love with me, are you?” ping asks, helping mulan saddle her horse in the middle of the night. she scoffs and rolls her eyes, “not even a little. but marrying you will make my family happy, and besides, you’re my best friend,” she says, smiling, “better you than some grabby old man.” he smiles and hugs her and says, “i’m not in love with you either. but don’t die out there. we have a wedding to plan.”

so mulan goes to the camp, pretending to be ping, and she’s a little bit less lost but things still go as they go. she’s educated and trained, so it’s not hard for her to pass as ping. shang is keeping a special eye on her, thinking that she’s the son of an advisor, one of his father’s friends. and he sees how easily she excels, how quick thinking and smart she is, and starts giving her more and more responsibilities. by the time they’re called out, shang considers ping ie mulan to be his right hand man, and possibly his best friend.

he’s also a little bit in love with ping, and he’s long known he’s attracted to both genders, so he watches ping laugh and smile and the crease between his eyes when he frowns and does his best to let his feelings chase away the best soldier he has. every time shang looks at ping his heart clenches and he things to himself: i wish i could have you, i wish this was a time and a place where one man could have another, i wish you were a girl, is wish i was a girl - i wish we could be together. he’s literally a step away from doodling ‘li ping’ with little hearts over his battle plans. 

so the battles happen. shang and ping lead their men together, respected and loved. they each get promoted, and promoted, and promoted. it’s been years, and it comes to a point where they’re both generals in their own right. they trust each other, care for each other. and are both secretly in love with the other.

mulan is so conflicted. because she wants this war to end and to go home and settle back into life and become ping’s wife, so she can have an easy life spent studying and learning with her family taken care of. that’s what she’d wanted. but now what she wants is shang, her best friend, her brother in arms, her fellow general. she wishes to be everything to him, aches to be the woman on his arm and in his bed, but knows it’s the one thing she can never be.

then that final battle happens. mulan’s quick thinking saves them all and ends the war - but she’s injured.

shang finds out the ping has been a girl all along. he demands explanations - so she tells him everything, that she traded places with ping to save him, to become his wife.

and the lies should sting the sharpest, but they don’t. she’s still the same person, after all. it’s that she’s promised to another man, for one second he’d thought he might have her, but no. so he agrees not to reveal her but he’s furious and furious at himself for being furious and they’re not the same now, broken and splintered and neither of them know what to do.

the war is over. they leave. mulan returns home, and thanks to her ping is now known as a respected general. she’s done her part and survived, and now she gets her reward - ping’s hand in marriage.

but she sees ping for the first time and flings herself into his arms and starts crying. she tells him everything, because he’s still her friend, her very best friend besides shang, the man whom she lied to and betrayed and loves. and ping listens and takes her by the shoulders and says - i’ll uphold our bargain, if that’s what you want. you can be my pampered wife, you’ve more than earned it. but if you want to go to shang, i won’t blame you. you deserve your happiness.

and mulan goes back and forth, but ultimately she decides she has to try. if shang rejects her she’ll return and marry ping and uphold her family honor. but if shang wants her - he’s not as high up as ping, but he’s high up enough to satisfy her family, and also she would love him and want him if he was no more than a farming peasant so it doesn’t matter much anyway.

she rides to the capitol. she finally meets ping’s father, running into him while looking for shang. “ah mulan,” says this man who was never supposed to know of her until she became his daughter-in-law, “i didn’t expect to see you here. how fortuitous. walk with me.” she does, wary, and that’s how she discovers - he and the emperor had discovered her deception a year in, but at that point she’d already proven herself too skilled and valuable to lose. he tells her that he will uphold his son and wife’s deal and gladly welcome her to his household - but that she’s earned her rank as general, and that he and the emperor have no problem with letting her keep it.

she says thank you, shocked and joyful, but that she has to talk to someone first. “ah, yes, young general li,” he says, eyes twinkling, “i do believe he’s around here somewhere.”

she has no idea how he seems to know everything, but she finally tracks down shang who’s ecstatic to see her and hates himself for it. she confesses - says she loves him, that she’s engaged to ping but willing and able to break this engagement for shang. who is dumbfounded and elated and says yes, of course, finally and forever.

and mulan accepts her rank and marries shang, and they become the literal power battle couple of the general li mulan and general li shang. ping becomes a scholar and marries a very nice young woman who loves reading and is happy to read aloud to her husband with his failing eyes.

and they all live happily ever after.

A Perfectly Ordinary Ladynoir Story

In hindsight, falling into Chat Noir’s arms was usually a mistake.

“Are you sure you couldn’t see yourself falling for a guy like me?”  

Ladybug let out a snort, eyes rolling behind the black and red mask as Chat lowered the pair of them to the ground.

“Really?” Ladybug laughed, somewhat incredulously, nodding over Chat Noir’s shoulder. “We got a jilted tailor that’s got the city in stitches-”

“Nice one,” Chat said, tearing through the side streets as red thread chased after him.

“Thank you,” Ladybug said, yo-yo lashing out and batting away a needle zeroing in on Chat’s back. “You really want to bat those eyelashes at me now?”  

“Might be our last chance,” Chat said, leaping up and over the roof-tops and landing in a low crouch, depositing his partner on the rooftop. “Sure there isn’t anything you want to tell me? Maybe one last kiss before the icy hand of death envelops us both.”

“Later,” Ladybug said, throwing an arm out to shield Chat Noir as The Fashionista grappled up onto the ledge, needles clutched in her hands as she zeroed in on the pair before her. “Unless you want to find out what a pincushion feels like.”

“I’ll hold you to that later, Buggi,” Chat Noir said, extending his baton with a flick of his wrist.

“Somehow I knew you would,” Ladybug sighed, latching onto a weather vane and swinging out of the way of a hail of needles as Chat Noir flanked the akuma around the side.

Perched on the edge of the rooftop, Ladybug watched Chat drop the now de-evilized victim on the doorstep of her parent’s house, shooting a salute and a wink at her mother. He was, at his core, a corny little tomcat, who couldn’t miss an opportunity to act like he was auditioning for the remake of The Princess Bride.

Of course, that made it harder for Ladybug to take him seriously.

He was a tease, and part of Ladybug resented Chat for flirting like his words had no effect. Chat had winked, hand-kissed, and flirted his way through every girl they ran into. Even as he left the former Fashionista, he couldn’t part without offering her a kiss on the hand before springing up to the roof where Ladybug was waiting.

“She okay?” Ladybug asked.

“Fine, fine,” Chat said, rolling his shoulders with a small sigh. “Little rattled, of course, but I figured that much; not every day some weirdo brainwashes you and makes you his flunky.”

“That what the hand kiss was for?” Ladybug asked, brow arching in Chat’s direction.

“Was I really supposed to ignore a lady in distress?” Chat snorted, turning to his partner with a slowly spreading smile. “Jealous?”

“You wish, man,” Ladybug snorted.

“…maybe I do,” Chat Noir said, hands leaning on the top of his staff, glancing across at his partner with a small smile that made Ladybug’s heart skip a beat. “I wouldn’t mind if said you didn’t like me kissing other people.”

“You know…you do this thing where you almost look sincere when you say stuff like that,” Ladybug said, head cocking to one side. “I almost forget you’re joking.”

“…when did I ever say I was joking?” Chat replied, soft enough that Ladybug almost didn’t catch it. And it was easy for Ladybug to pretend that Chat’s confession fell on deaf ears; easier than confronting the truth that he might actually be sincere in his endless teasing. Easier than wondering how their relationship might change were Ladybug to call him on his bluff, pull him in by his bell collar, and kiss him so hard he never even dreamed about flirting with anyone ever again.

Instead, Ladybug opted for certainty, offering a fist for Chat to clumsily brush his knuckles against as though they didn’t each want a little more. 

The moment the transformation wore off, Tikki tore into the box of cookies on the desk in a hail of crumbs that scattered over the half-finished calculus homework.

“Hey, hey, watch it!” Nino said, picking the kwami up by her back and pulling her away from his desk. “I don’t think my teachers are going to buy the fact that my pocket-ladybug got food all over my homework!”

“Shorry,” Tikki said, swallowing a mouthful of chocolate chips. “Long day.”

“You’re telling me,” Nino said, flopping belly first onto his bed, the afternoon replaying in his head as Tikki floated over.

“…you know, you wouldn’t be the first Ladybug to fall in love with Chat Noir,” Tikki said, patting the back of Nino’s head as he buried his burning face in his pillows.

“Just…eat your cookies,” Nino groaned.

Fears Bill Skarsgård x Reader

Requester: atliefloresdaprimavera

Prompt: Reader is Bills gf, and she’s a famous book author and she’s terrified of clowns. They both support each other and are each others biggest fans so when he tells her he got the role she swallows her fear (he knows about her phobia) and helped him prepare for the role, but she didn’t want to go to visit on set; but the kids are her fans and she went to visit them one day later he tells on interviews he was scared for their relationship because of the role.

Warning: None 

Originally posted by deathtown

Originally posted by carlaconce

You hummed as you wrote on the computer trying to figure out what to write for your new book. You at the moment we’re having the worst kind of thing an author can go through—writers block. You had tried to start a new book but it just ended up falling apart before it could even take off.

Even the best authors such as Stephen King and J.K Rowling had writers block. According to most you were considered one of those truly best selling authors but you didn’t really think of yourself as one of the best even though that was how you met your boyfriend the Bill Skarsgård.

He was one of your biggest fans and you were of him and then one day during a book signing you met and it was pretty much love at first sight. You looked up from your computer at the tv show currently playing on the TV, Supernatural. You were on the episode with Sam and the clown.

Your heart raced incredibly fast when you saw the clown and had to look back down at the computer to avoid watching. You were terrified, TERRIFIED of clowns. When you were little your older brother and his friends thought it would be a good idea to fill the cellar full of antique life size clown dolls both made for Halloween (aka motion activated) and just for decoration.

And no, they didn’t just leave you in there for a few minutes and then just let you out they left you in there all night. You had to go to therapy for 2 years just to get over not suddenly shrieking at the top of your lungs for several minutes when you saw a clown on the tv.

Even if it was a fun colorful clown with painted dimples and mouth you still had a bad breakdown. You continued to stare at your screen and try to figure out how to even start the story.

Once upon a time?

Once upon a dream? (Reference!)

So a man walks into a bar…?

You groaned and slumped down tapping your bottom lip in thought. Several minutes had passed and you still didn’t write anything down. Your prayers were sort of answered when Bill came in.

“Hey!” He called from across the condo.

“Hey honey! How was your day?” You called.

“Amazing. You won’t believe what role I got.” He replied walking into the living room.

“Ooh is it popular?” You asked picking up your mug of coffee.

“Yeah you know that movie IT? I’m playing Pennywise.”

You instantly choked on your drink coughing and hacking and placing the mug back on the coffee table to avoid dropping or spilling it. Bill rushed over gently patting your back as you wheezed and felt the rest of the coffee go down.

“What’s wrong babe?” He asked.


Bill remembered your extreme clown fear and frowned, “I know your afraid of clowns so that’s why I came to you before I could accept.”

“Uh…yeah, I’m perfectly fine about it. Just don’t think about coming home dressed as a clown unless you want me to beat you to death with a bat.” You warned.

He smiled and kissed your head before saying, “Thanks baby. I love you.”

“Love you too.” You sighed.

He walked off and you continued to stare at the blinking cursor.

So far the IT remake had been in production for a month now and Bill was doing a pretty good job making sure to not act like Pennywise when he arrives home. The first time he did slip up was with his creepy laugh.

You both were putting the dishes away and talking when he did the Pennywise laugh and your glass slipped and shattered onto the counter. Bill snapped his head towards you and saw you were staring at him wide eyed and paralyzed like there was a clown right behind him.

“Sorry I…”

“No, no it’s fine. I’m fine.” You said before walking off to get the duster.
Ever since then he’s been extra careful not to act or talk like his character.

3 months into production he had finally been able to meet the Losers kids. He talked to them when he was out of costume and when he mentioned you all their eyes lit up in a split second.

“Your dating (Name) (Last Name)???” Jaeden (aka Bill) asked.

“Yeah you know her?” Bill said.

“I love her book Deathly Dreams.” Sophia (Beverly) said her eyes twinkling. All their eyes were as they shared what books they loved the most.

“Can you please bring her down here? My life would be complete if I got her autograph and got to talk to her.” Wyatt (Stan) pleaded.

“Pleeeaaase?” All the Losers nearly begged making puppy eyes.

Bill laughed knowing he was out matched against the seven kids (both in and out of character) and calmly said, “Alright, alright. I’ll try to get her down here.”

They cheered and Bill frowned hoping you’d be up for it. Maybe if he just tried to avoid you in costume like he did with the kids you’d be fine.


Later that night he bit his lip as he came home to find you were sitting in front of your computer typing your book.

“Hey sweetie.” He greeted kissing your head.

“Hey honey.” You replied picking your head up for a lip kiss instead.

He eagerly did and sat down next to you gently rubbing your shoulders making you look at him concerned.

“What?” Bill asked.

“Are you okay?” You asked.

“No your just looking tense.” He replied.

“Well how did filming go today?” You asked turning your head to continue to type.

“Good. I uh…talked to the kids…and they’re actually big fans of you.”

“Really?” You asked snapping your head towards him.

“Yeah. They were fangirling over you.”

“Awww that’s so sweet.” You giggled.

“Well…um…they also wanted to see you.”

Your smile faded slowly realizing why he was doing that. He wanted you to come onto the set to see the kids but…he would be in his character and…oh no.

“I mean you don’t have to we can just-”

“N-No it’s fine, I’ll go. I mean I kind of always wanted to see a movie behind the scenes with my own eyes. Maybe it’ll help me with this stupid book.” You said.



“You sure?”

“Bill, I’ll be fine.” You assured him.

“Alright.” He sighed.

The next day you went in with him and got to meet the director Andy who was also a big fan of your books. He lead you over to where the children were for makeup and as soon as you walked in they recognized you and nearly tackled you in a hug fangirling.

“Oh my gosh your (Name) (Last Name)!” Jack (Eddie) squealed.

“Yes I am.” You smiled feeling like you were floating in space.

A famous horror movie director and 7 soon-to-be famous kids loved your books?

Who knew?!

You took selfies with them, signed their books, talked to them, until you needed to use the bathroom. Good news was you were in a warehouse so you didn’t have to do your business in the woods or in a porta potty.

Bad news was you were lost trying to find your way back from the bathroom.

You were sure you had gone too far deep into the warehouse and now were wandering around the creepy place looking everywhere. You couldn’t find anyone to ask where you were so you were alone, becoming scared, and confused.


You sighed as you continued to wander your footsteps echoing. You heard the sound of laughter and shuddered remembering that laugh. A clown’s laugh. It sounded so familiar to the one over a decade and a half ago when you were in the cellar. Your heart was racing as you tried to get away from the source of the laughs.

Fear was overtaking your mind as you hurried to find your way out looking left and right. The echoes only seemed to be getting closer but you couldn’t tell if it was you  or the thing releasing the laughter going closer.

You finally came into a room and your blood ran ice cold and your heart seemed to stop dead. Standing there was a clown. Your brain was so filled with fear that it didn’t recognize that it was Bill.

If anyone saw him really unless they knew they wouldn’t be able to recognize him underneath all the makeup. You surely didn’t. When the clown turned to face you your skin turned paper white and your breath was trapped in your throat.

“(Name)?” Bill said in his real voice.

He started walking towards you and you took several steps back before running.

“(Name)!” Bill called.

He watched as you ran as fast as you could which was faster than him.

“(Name)!” He called.

“Leave me alone!” You screamed.

You ran into a closet and slammed the door shut hyperventilating. You ran your fingers through your hair and curled up in the corner feeling incredibly dizzy and sick.

“(Name)? (Name) please, where are you?” He asked.

You weren’t able to reply back gasping too hard. It hurt to breathe. You heard the knock on the door and you shuddered, “(Name)? You in here?”

“Bill I’m so scared.” You sobbed.

“(Name), it’s just me. Okay. I’m dressed as Pennywise but I’m not going to hurt you. Okay?”


“Can I come in?” He asked.


“(Name), I need a yes or a no…”

You took a deep breath before firmly replying, “Yes.”

The door opened and you squeaked and curled in on yourself. Despite this Bill walked over to you and knelt down in front of you.

“(Name), please don’t be scared. It’s me Bill.”

You slowly opened your eyes but you could still only see the clown. Your heart was pounding so fast your body had told you to get up and run but Bill was quicker and pulled you to his chest in a hug. You frantically panicked nearly hyperventilating as you tried to get away.

“(Name), it’s just me. It’s just me.” He whispered comfortingly.

He took off his silk glove and reached up to his eye before taking off one of the yellow contact lenses revealing his actual blue-green ones. You gradually relaxed and leaned onto his chest.

Under all that latex and makeup you could still smell his cologne letting you know it was indeed him. You wrapped his arms tightly around him taking slow breaths to calm yourself down.

“You okay now?” He asked after a few minutes.

You nodded and he smiled and nuzzled your forehead since he’d smear his lipstick.

“You actually helped me get over my fear of clowns.” You said softly.

He smiled and leaned down to kiss you. When he pulled away he couldn’t help but smile noticing your lips were tainted a light red. Bill placed his eye contact back on and you shuddered but otherwise didn’t run away.

“I love you.” Pennywise said softly.

“I love you too.” You giggled, “And your little clown nose too.”

“Yeah I brought my girlfriend who is like terrified of clowns to the set to ya know meet the kids and, um, she ended up getting lost and found me when I was deep in character as the clown and…yeah I scared her really badly. I thought she was going to break up with me but she didn’t…. I have the best girlfriend ever…”

Epilogue: I really liked this prompt idea cuz I’m terrified of clowns and like Bill is equal parts sexy and scary. Idk that’s just me. Thanx for reading! :3!

I just realised that if you ignore the shitty remake end scene (which I’m pretending never happened), the last ever line of Pretty Little Liars was Alex Drake sighing “she’s Mona” whilst the queen herself smirks in the background

My girl truly had the most iconic ending and proved that she’ll always be the greatest, I fucking love her so much (also, Janel absolutely killed it right to the end)


Gif source:  Here

Imagine being a witch and people thinking you’re weird because you have really long silver hair and keep to yourself, but you talk to Lydia sometimes about fashion and Scott always comes to you for spells to save them, then a certain brown-haired boy (Stiles) comes in with Scott one day and accidentally drops some of your spell books and potions.

——— Request for anon ———

“Thanks for your help last time— really saved our asses—” Scott’s gratitude is interrupted by a loud crash to your left, making you both snap your heads to where the boy he’d brought with him, Stiles, had knocked over a number of your spell books as well as some of your potions. “Stiles, what the hell?”

“Jeez! Ah, uh, god, I’m so sorry about that,” Stiles begins, pointing towards the potions as he sends you a sheepish look. “That wasn’t important, was it?”

You sigh, running a hand trough your silver hair to get it out of your face, before replying calmly, “Nothing I can’t remake, thankfully.”

“I feel really bad about this. Let me clean this up and maybe I could help you fix some more?” Stiles offers, making your lips quirk up despite his destruction of a good week’s worth of work.

“It is unfortunately something only I am uniquely qualified to do,” you chuckle, “but you and Scott can repay me by finding some of the ingredients.”

greaser boy - part IV

High school AU - bad boy!Bucky

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Characters: All the avengers, Peggy Carter, Loki

When a new student from Brooklyn joins the reader’s school, she doesn’t know what is in store for her. He is the epitome of trouble and she finds herself caught in his headlights. The more she resists, the harder it gets. Limits are tested and so is patience. Will she fall for the greaser boy with the bad reputation?

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: I actually really like this part. It was cute and I had fun writing it. I’m trying to type these faster because the good parts are just about to get here. Also I think a lot of you are expecting angst and there will be a few. Again I am not sure how long this will be. If you want to be tagged, just ask

Part I Part II Part III

Originally posted by doublehoseven

Originally posted by justall-myfeelings

You finished the final touches on your hair. Nike insisted on you wearing a pair of skinny jeans, a white shirt, peppered with holes and a black bomber jacket. You had honestly forgotten you even owned the jacket. It was stuffed in the back of your closet with the price tags still attached.

The clock read 6:55 PM.

You went into the bathroom and freshened up. After a quick glance at the mirror, you grabbed your phone and were on your way downstairs. At exactly 7:00 Bucky texted you.

Bucky: Here, doll

“Mom, Dad I’m going to a party!” You called.

The sound of clattering dishes, made you jump in surprise. Your Mother exited the kitchen. A small rag on her shoulder and a look of astonishment written all over her features.

“Honey!” She shouted. Your Father followed shortly after. “Y/N is going to a party.”

“Well, I’ll be damned!” He exclaimed.

“I’ll be back in an hour or so,” You added.

“Oh! No, stay out as long as you want! Have fun!” Your mother squealed with excitement. “But just remember to be back by no later than 12, okay?”

“Yes and don’t smoke cigarettes,” Your Father intervened.

You were eager to leave the house and end the small lecture you were being given. Once outside, you spotted Bucky. He was leaning against his car, the engine was roaring. You smiled and walked towards him. It wasn’t long before his own smirk crept onto his face.

“You look,” He paused as if searching for words. You blushed. “Beautiful.” You turned an even darker shade of red.

Bucky opened the car door for you, like a true gentleman. As if possible, you felt your face get hotter. What does this boy do to me? You thought. He slid into the driver’s seat and left the curb.

“Do you have any music?” You asked.

“Glove compartment. They’re CDs, I’m old fashioned,” He said.

You pulled out a handful of CDs and began searching for the one you liked or recognized. “Never mind,” You read aloud.

“Do you not like any of them?” He asked.

“Oh! No, I was just reading this Nirvana CD,” You quickly replied. The familiar cover of a CD made your heart nearly stop. You pulled out the disc and saw that it too had the sound wave design. Without hesitation, you placed it into the slit and familiar song began to play.

“I didn’t know you liked Arctic Monkeys,” He said over the music.

“I love them!” You smiled.

A hint of sadness settled over you when you realized that you had arrived at the destination. Nevertheless, the sadness turned to excitement quickly. Bucky parked a block away. He got out and opened the door for you. After thanking him, you and Bucky began to walk towards the house.

The deep bass was heard before you even entered the house. Plastic cups littered the front lawn. Bushes were ruined and flowers that were once perfectly planted were now plastered against the dirt. How the hell are Thor and Loki’s parents okay with this? You asked yourself.

“Sounds like they’re having fun,” Bucky noted. You noticed that he switched up from his usual leather jacket to a blue denim jacket. He ran his hand through his hair.


Your attention was drawn to your school’s mascot who was standing on the roof of the house. The student was waving an American flag and pumping his fist violently.

“What the hell?” Bucky laughed. He grabbed your hand and pulled you into the open door. The music was even louder now that you were inside. People were dancing everywhere and anywhere. Others simply mingled around and spoke to one another and they watched the pandemonium unfold.

A plastic red cup was shoved into your hand. Bucky immediately chugged down the alcohol. You, however, took small sips. It was strong and burned your throat, but it was sweet at the same time. You made a sour face and Bucky laughed at your reaction.

“Here, let me help you with that,” He took the cup from your hand and finished it off for you.

The two of you plunged deeper into the house. Students were in the kitchen, on the sofa or sitting on the stairs. Some were in a heated make-out session while others were playing beer-pong. Sam and Thor were one of the players.

“Aha!” Thor bellowed loudly. “Take a drink, Samuel!”

Tony Stark was holding a conversation with a girl. She blushed deeply every time he smiled at her. You didn’t spot any of the others which surprised you since Thor was on their friends. Then again, Steve and Peggy didn’t seem the party type. Neither did Bruce, Natasha, Clint or the Maximoff twins.

Bucky’s hand never let go of yours. You understood why. This place was crowded and he could lose you instantly. A new song played. One you recognized and some people shouted in approval and began dancing once again.

Bucky led you to a secluded corner. You sat down, grateful to be away from all the commotion. You came to a conclusion: parties aren’t that great. Maybe it was because you weren’t feeling it.

“I shouldn’t have come,” you mumbled.

“Why is that?” Bucky asked.

“It’s clear that you want to have fun, maybe dance, meet a girl or two,” You replied.

“Y/N,” he tilted your chin up with his index finger. “Don’t say that. It’s just a party. One you didn’t want to come to in the first place. I shouldn’t have made that proposition with you.” He paused. “Besides, I only came here because I wanted to spend some more time with you, doll.”

He smiled at your shocked expression and stood up before stretching his hand out. “Let’s get out of here.”

He pulled you up and led you out and away from the noise. Once outside you realized.

“Hey, you’re not driving,” You said. “You just drank two cups of whatever they were serving.”

Bucky turned to you with an amused look on his face, “Do you really think I would drink and drive?” He shook his head. “We’re taking a walk. I could get to know you better. Sound good?”

You nodded and caught up with him. He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his denim jacket as you walked side by side with him. You occasionally looked over at him and couldn’t help but admire his good looks. Bucky was very handsome. You fancied him a bit. He was kind and that surprised you.

“So what else have you heard about me?” He asked suddenly.

You sighed, “Lots of things actually. Rumors.”

“Tell me some of them,” He continued.

“Two kids in my class said that you were arrested twice. I heard that you would go through girls as if they were shoes. You’re a heart breaker and only use girls for sex. Some say that you beat up a guy outside of school because he was getting on your nerves,” You paused. “Should I keep going?” He nodded. “I also heard that you used to get into street races and that you robbed a liquor store once.”

“Do you believe that?” He asked. “That they’re true, I mean.”

He got in front of you and made you look at him in the eye. His blues eyes seemed to search your face for some kind of answer. You thought to yourself for a second, then finally answered his question.

“No, I don’t believe them. I don’t believe them and I won’t listen to them. No matter how many people tell me that you’re dangerous and that you’re a bad person. From what I’ve seen, you’re kind and I may be incorrect, but until you prove me wrong, I have a firm idea about you.”

Bucky’s warm hands made contact with your face. You sucked in a breath as he cradled your face gently. He seemed to get closer to you. His smell was intriguing and you felt spellbound. In a daze, as you looked into his ocean blues.

“Y/N, can I-can I kiss you?” He asked quietly, so quietly that it wouldn’t be heard if you weren’t this close to him. A knot formed in your stomach and swallowed before nodding. Bucky leaned in. You closed your eyes and waited for his lips to meet yours.  

A prolonged honk from a car made you quickly pull away before you could even savor what was about to happen.  A group of students was driving down the street, blasting music from the car speakers and unnecessarily blaring the car horn. They were shouting patriotically. Annoyance bubbled inside you.

You knew you weren’t able to remake that intimate moment. It just wouldn’t be the same. Once it’s ruined, it’s ruined. Bucky seemed to notice this and he sighed heavily and grumbled something under his breath.

“You’re right, they’re not all true,” He said.  "I never got arrested, only chased, but I managed to get away. I’ve only had about three girlfriends in the past. I didn’t beat up some guy because he was annoying, although it does sound like something I would do. I never robbed a liquor store and I actually did do street racing. For a while. My Ma, she struggled to put food on the table. Money was tight and I was tired of not being able to help.“

"Did she ever find out?” You asked.

He chuckled and nodded, “She did. She was pissed, but that didn’t stop me. I was able to pull us out of our own Great Depression. Brought in a grand a day, I did pretty well. Then we left Brooklyn and now I’m here.”

You had a long conversation with Bucky for about an hour. After you were sure that he was sober enough to drive, he led you back to his car. You had wandered pretty far off and you found yourself in what seemed to be the woods.

“You cold, doll?” Bucky asked.

You shook your head, “Surprisingly, no.”

He opened the car door for you and thanked him as you got in. It was a short drive back to your house. Silence surrounded the both of you. The only noise was Arctic Monkey’s AM album playing from the car speakers.

It had only been about two hours since you left your house. Bucky was a fun person to be around. He could uphold an easy conversation and was a good listener. You found yourself wanting to spill your thoughts and secrets to him and that scared you. It scared you that you trusted him so much in such a short span of time. You were a closed off person, then suddenly here comes Bucky. You had only met him for two days and you already had faith in him.

“So I’ll see you, Monday?” He asked.

“I’m pretty sure, yeah,” You smiled as you walked up to your house door, Bucky following close behind. You turned around and were taken aback at how close he was. He pressed a soft kiss against your temple. It was cool out, but you felt yourself get hot.

“Goodnight, doll,” He smiled sweetly and began making his way back to his car. “Sweet dreams.”

In a daze, you walked into your house and closed the door behind you. With your back pressed against the mahogany door, you slid down and ran your fingers down your cheeks. Where his hand touched your skin earlier that night. Oh, my god. Bucky Barnes was something else.

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Musically - Tobi

Warnings: Swearing

Words: 1.5k

Request: Hiii! Can I please request a Tobi or Simon imagine (I don’t know if you do Tobi, so preferably Simon tbh) where Y/N is a YouTuber and is dating Simon and she does a video recreating musically’s so she like belly dances/twerk and stuff, and Simon or Tobi get teased or jealous bc she’s really good and everyone’s going on about how good she is? I don’t really know, but something like that please

A/N: I thought i would do this for Tobi as i’ve already got a request for Simon!

I’m using The Gabbie Show’s ‘ REMAKING CRINGEY F*CKGIRL MUSICAL.LYS! ‘ as a basis so if you want to understand what im on about you might wanna watch it, if you want to

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Thank you for requesting!



You and Tobi had been dating for just over a year now, you met at a youtube/gaming convention and hit it off pretty much immediately, a few weeks later he asked you on a date and you two had been dating ever since

Both of your fans loved your relationship, you had your own youtube channel with 4+Million subscribers and Tobi loved every minute of it, always jumping at the chance to have you on his channel so he can show you off 

You had uploaded a video the night before and Tobi hadn’t had a chance to watch it and him, being the good boyfriend that he is, wanted to watch it before you arrived at his flat later the day, he had already been tweeted about you so many times so this video sparked his intrest, well that and the fact its had 1.5 million views in the 14 hours that its been up for off

“Hey guys whats up its Y/N here and today I am going to be remaking cringey fuckgirl musciallys, this isn’t going to go well” A voice spoke through the speaker of the laptop that was in front of Tobi and Freezy 

For Tobi, it started out pretty innocent, him admiring how perfectly you recreated the musically’s and how beautiful you looked while doing it

Tobi’s thoughts were interrupted when a loud sigh left his friends lips, he noticed how Cal’s eyes were fixed on your body, his eyes staring hungrily he didn’t like the feeling he got when he saw the look in Cal’s eyes

Ignoring his paranoia of him thinking one of his best mates wanted to fuck his girlfriend, he focused back on the screen, seeing that you were recreating a musically to the song ‘Work’ by Rihanna and his thoughts changed, half of his mind went blank in slight anger at his friend for watching you so intensely and the other half caught up on the way your body moved on the screen, your hips messing with his mind making him think about how you moved them for him

But he knew now wasn’t the time to get excited as he watched you move onto your next musically, the song “Shape Of You” by Ed Sheeran began playing and his face changed one last time as your version of the musically began to play and he heard a faint whisper next to him say
“Fucking hell” triggering another look over at Cal who seemed even more in to the video than before, he loved you and didn’t really want his friends looking at you in the same light that he does Tobi paused the video and looked over at Cal

“You okay bro?” He asked making Cal look back at him

“Yeah course” he responded

“You seem really into this video”

“I mean-it’s a good video I enjoy watching Y/N’s videos and well it’s not like she’s bad at what she’s      doing” he chuckled, gaining an dagger off of Tobi

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, his voice abit more defensive now

“I just mean that if she wanted to she could become a dancer or something, she’s got the body and the face for it too”

“Do you have some sort of weird crush on my girlfriend”

“I don’t have a crush on her Tobs I just think that she’s really good at this and she looks really good while doing it, she just does it so well it’s hard to not imagine things”

Tobi didn’t respond to that, he didn’t know how he just stood up and left, going to his own flat and lying on his bed sighing loudly
He didn’t know why he was angry he just was, he didn’t want other boys, especially his friends, thinking of you in certain ways that he feels should just be a personal feeling between the two of you

He knew you were going to be at his flat sometime soon so he decided to edit to distract himself, he didn’t want to take his anger out in you just because he was jealous, obviously that’s not what happened though
Curiosity took over Tobi and he ended up back on your video, finishing the last few minutes, liking it and then scrolling and reading a few of the comments, he didn’t see anything bad to begin with just the simple supportive ones

“Oh my god this is so good!!”                                            


“Y/N your my favourite youtuber keep doing what you doing”

They made him smile, even though they weren’t for him he enjoyed seeing the amount of support his girlfriend got on youtube, he knew he wasn’t going to be that lucky that all the comments would just be about how much of an amazing youtuber you were
He was right about that, after scrolling down for a while the comments became abit more explicit, one caught his eye more than the others 

 "9:13, I bet that’s not the only thing those hips can do baby"
He saw that it had near enough 300 likes and many replied agreeing and bluntly saying that they like to fuck you in many different ways
He decided to click on the time and the video skipped forward to the Work by Rihanna musically, he understood why people love it as he did too, he just wasn’t impressed with certain peoples reaction to his girlfriends dancing and how it was so similar to his 
He gave up after that, he knew that the only person he was bothering was him self so he gave up, deciding now would be a good time to lie down until you arrived at his Not long after, you arrived at his door, unlocking it and walking in going Straight to Tobis bedroom, as that’s where he always is Walking in you see him sitting on his bed with his head in his hands, clearly not hearing you walk in

 "Tobi?“ You questioned making him look up and you “you alright babe?“

  “I’m fine, how are you?” He brushed off the question and tried to change the subject off of him and onto you, but it didn’t work

 “I’m great, are you sure your okay?” You went and sat on the bed next to him He simply just smiled at you and lent against you, sighing loudly You looked up and seen his computer screen was on a YouTube comment page, automatically thinking it was his your stood up and sat in his chair looking towards his screen, his eyes watching you the whole way You scanned through the comments, instantly knowing that they weren’t on one of his videos, you scrolled to the top seeing your video paused You sighed

“Why were you reading the comments on my video babe?” You asked slightly confused and concerned, spinning around in his chair to face him “Is that what’s bothering you?”

 “I just” he started and sighed, pulling the chair closer to the bed so you were face to face and holding your hands in his “I just don’t like seeing other guys say those things about you, the video was amazing don’t get me wrong I loved it, I love all of your videos, I know i can’t prevent it but seeing other guys say certain things about you makes me feel a certain way and I don’t like it”

 “Are you jealous?” You asked, shaking your head with a small smile playing on your lips

 “Of course I’m not”

“Don’t lie to me baby I know you are” you started laughing slightly, leaning forward so you were closer to him “You don’t have to deny it, I think it’s cute. But you have no reason to be jealous, these guys are behind a computer screen writing stupid comments on girls videos, honestly baby you have nothing to worry about" He sighed, you stood up and laid down on his bed, holding out your arms for him to lie down next to you, with he did, wrapping his arms around you and leaning his face into your chest

“I know, I just wanna be the one who gives you those compliments, I don’t want someone else to come into the picture and sweep you off your feet with the things I should be saying to you do I?” He spoke lifting his head up and moving so he was face to face with you, leaning his forehead against yours with his hand still wrapped around your waist pulling you close to him 

 "I’m in far too deep with you for me to even think about leaving you Tobi" With you reply he gave you a soft smile before connecting his lips with yours, placing a light lingering kiss before pulling away
 "I love you more than anything you should know this Tobi" you spoke once again, reassuring him that you wouldn’t leave him for anyone

 "I love you too baby" ending with another kiss to the lips, this one longer and passionate, like you were both trying to show how much love you both had for each other through this kiss Eventually you pulled away smiling at him You spent the last few hours of the day cuddling and watching any movies you could find

Tobi was all you could ever want, the kisses and cuddles were just a bonus for you

DaiSuga Art Students AU Part 3

Inspired by @priintaniere‘s cute art and hc’s

Some notes (and bonus) at the end :) Click for PART 1 and PART 2

all mistakes are mine

Sawamura Daichi was frustrated. 

Daichi had been itching to see Suga’s sketches since the first time they were paired together for class. He knew it was a bit invasive to request such a thing, but he really couldn’t help himself. Not after he barely got a glance at Suga’s work in class, despite his insightful critique. Not after all those study sessions. Not after days of watching Suga out of the corner of his eye glancing surreptitiously over his notebook.

To be fair, Asahi had to point it out to him. Daichi never would’ve noticed if his friend hadn’t mentioned it at work after their first study group all together. They had been prepping dough for tomorrow morning’s set of bagels, when Asahi had spilled the beans. Or rather, complained how every time he asked Suga a question, it took him an extra ten seconds to respond, and they usually ended up looking for the answer in the textbook anyway. Sure enough, the next evening when they were studying together in the library, Daichi observed Suga doing less studying and more scribbling, or so it seemed.

The fact that he had to sit at an angle and use his the reflection of his phone screen to basically spy on Suga was something he was going to ignore.

But he hadn’t gotten any studying done in the past couple days, so when Asahi got up to get more coffee, he finally just asked Suga.

“Suga, could I see your sketchbook?”

He really needed to see what was in there.

For art-related reasons, of course.

“I know some people are protective of their work, but I never really had a good look at the portrait you did of me a couple of weeks ago.” Daichi hunched his shoulders, bracing himself for rejection. For whatever reason, Suga looked absolutely terrified. His fingers turned white as he clenched his notebook to his scarf, as if to protect it from outside invaders. “Sorry if I’m being nosy, I just hoped…” Daichi mumbled, sinking back into his armchair and resigning himself to defeat. “Just forget about it, sorry, Suga.” He rubbed his forehead, trying to smooth out the crinkle there, and reached over to open his textbook again. Daichi didn’t want to screw up their tentative friendship, because here was one more person that didn’t find him so intimidating. His serious nature and dedication to academics seemed to scare almost everyone else away.

“Sawamura…” Suga whispered. Daichi whipped his head back up, slightly hopeful. Suga had placed his sketchbook on the table, as if to slide it to him, but had one hand pressed down on it.

“Daichi is fine.” What did he have in his sketchbook anyway, buried treasure? Daichi was growing more curious by the second.

“Just…please don’t laugh…” Suga breathed, so quietly Daichi barely heard. He slid the sketchbook over, albeit with the worst frown on his face, like he has to give up his first-born child. Daichi reached over to grab it and Suga finally let go, crossing his arms and dropping his head to the table.

“Why so miserable?” Daichi chuckled. “It really can’t be that bad- oh-”

And he flipped open the sketchbook to see his own face staring back at him.
Daichi blinked. Well, his likeness wasn’t exactly staring back at him. It was staring at a book on a library table, exactly like the one they’ve been studying at for the past several days. Strong, definite, broad strokes surrounding careful lightly added details, like the molding on the table, or the hair at the back of Daichi’s neck. He flipped to another random page.

Him sipping a hot chocolate (he’s never liked tea or coffee). A cartoon Daichi carrying his art portfolio.

Another page, was that the back of his head? His hand? One small doodle of Asahi, looking a bit grumpy as he scowled at a textbook, chewing on the end of a pencil. But then another hand, a torso that wore a shirt that looked suspiciously familiar, and shoes that he definitely wore yesterday. “Suga,” he started. Suga peered at him from the table, his face half-buried in his scarf. “Suga, these are amazing.” Suga blinked. “Suga, you-”

“Look, Sawamura, I know what it looks like, but I couldn’t help it, I sketch all the time, I didn’t even realize I was sketching you so much, but you’re so nice to draw and you’re just such a great subject, you even stay still for long periods of time and-”

Suga.”  Daichi dropped his hand on Suga’s shoulder, intending to steady him, but Suga flinched back. Daichi tried again, removing his hand and using it to slide the notebook back across. “It’s Daichi. And if you wanted to sketch me for practice…well, just say so, I don’t really mind.” Gingerly, he bumped the edge of the notebook against Suga’s nose. “Well, to be honest, it’s kind of embarrassing, but I guess I’m flattered. I completely understand the need to practice, so just go ahead and sketch me.” He paused. “I’d appreciate being able to see the sketches afterwards, though.” Suga sucked in a breath as Daichi’s face appeared at the other end of the sketchbook.

Daichi had leaned in close to whisper, close enough for Suga to feel his breath, close enough for Daichi to smell Suga’s distinct scent of mint and coffee. Suga’s warm brown eyes sparkled, and it looked like he was about to say something when approaching footsteps startled them both.

“Ahhh, they got my order wrong so I had to wait longer for them to remake it,” Asahi said, plopping into his seat with a sigh. Daichi and Suga both jumped, straightening and staring at Asahi. Daichi let go of the notebook, and a soft thunk on the table made Asahi look up from his coffee.

Too close, thought Daichi. He was way too close. He looked over at Suga, who was looking right back.

“Did I…interrupt something?” Asahi said tentatively, eyes darting between the two.

“N-no,” Daichi stammered. Why did he feel like he had been caught red-handed stealing cookies from the cookie jar? “I was just asking Suga about his sketchbook,” Daichi said, belatedly looking over to Suga, who was furiously shaking his head. “Ah, sor-”

“Ah, so you asked him then? Hey, Suga, do you mind if I take a peek?” Asahi started to reach across the table.

Suga’s grin was lopsided and a bit forced, but he still smiled and told Asahi, “Sure, why not,” as he reluctantly slid the book over. “After all, Daichi’s already seen it.” Daichi watched Asahi’s eyes widen as he flipped through the pages.

Asahi looked up. “Suga, do you-”

“Not another word!” He didn’t yell, but Suga said it with enough force to close the book and slide it back across the table. Suga’s defensive response surprised Daichi, but what really surprised him was Asahi’s knowing smile as Suga stuffed the book back into his bag. Asahi opened his again mouth to say something but Suga was shaking his head again but this time it was slowly, accompanied by a scary smile.

Asahi chuckled and turned to Daichi to ask him if they needed to know about Leonardo da Vinci for their test tomorrow. Suga sighed, tugging at his scarf and exposing a bit of creamy, pale skin.

Daichi had the distinct feeling he had missed something. 


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Homestuck Day 11 Part 3 (A Series of Unfortunate Events)

Same John. Same.

I must admit that I myself have on occasion failed to be sufficiently curt when indulging my device.

Suddenly that sounds like a euphemism … ick.

(Oh it’s TG. Been a while)

I feel like this would be exactly the kind of relationship I’d have with TG.

This coolkid is high on a miasma of his own charisma and ironic apathy.

Yes, please. That was near-fatal.

Nicely deduced, WV. What clued you in?

John has trouble assessing the relative importance of his friend’s survival and his “father’s” property. These are not the gorms you’re looking for.

Surprised lifting the car doesn’t take any build grist though. Maybe it’s just because the Cruxtruder is a game construct? The world may never know.

Ruh roh.


Rose is now in serious trouble holy shit.

Is that John or me? You decide.

*a few seconds later*

John is apparently happy as long as he has at least one friend to talk to.

So long, in fact, that it would be broken into multiple acts!

Gods GG is so earnest and unquestioning. They’re adorable!

Stars above that’s some god-tier optimism. Perhaps they had all traces of pessimism surgically removed. That can happen. It’s just science, people.

Ooo a good idea! How unlike John!

Ack there is a limit to keeping a positive attitude. This is serious business, GG!

You have my full agreement, WV.

I hate to leave Rose in such a truly behemoth gherkin, but outside circumstances compel me to leave her and the others to their own devices for a while. With luck I’ll be back this evening!

Until then, take care of yourselves!

(Keep taking care of yourselves afterwards too please.)

The World is so Small

Summary: It was a normal Sunday, except for the lack of food in the fridge. That’s why Stiles and Noah decided to go to the supermarket to get some milk. But the world is very small and coincidence are funny, because the moment Stiles grab the milk, he met someone who was about to change their life for the best. You, his mother double. It’s at that same moment that the beginning of a beautiful love story begins between the sheriff and the beautiful woman, in the middle of the supermarket.

Requested? Yes, by @fandomnationwhore

Word count: 2612

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this request because for the first time there’s no drama. A good ending and happiness that both Stiles and his father deserve. I hope you like it, because I really enjoyed writing it!

Y/F/N = Your Full Name

None of the gifs are mine!

Originally posted by lostyanting

“Stiles, can you go get the milk?” The sheriff asked his son while consulting the list of items he had to buy, his eyes browsing the sheet under his reading glasses. The two men were in the row of personal products and in order to be more productive had created this simple yet effective tactic of separating and fetching the missing food. It saved time and allowed you to finish more quickly.

“Yup dad, be right back!” His son answered with a smile before leaping towards the milk row. The supermarket was almost empty that day, on a Sunday morning where the sheriff, wanting to make breakfast for Stiles, had noticed that the refrigerator was empty and that the toilet paper had mysteriously disappeared. So the Stilinski had dressed and decided that Sunday would be shopping day.

Stiles was on his way to the row where the milk was. It was near the cash register, in front of the frozen food. He walked down the aisle looking at both sides until his honey-brown eyes landed on what he was looking for. His feet immediately turned to the white box and as his hand landed on it, another hand entered his field of vision to land on the same item. Their skins brushed against each other and Stiles pulled out his hand when he felt a light electric shock run through him and chills ran up his back. He had a feeling of déjà vu, as if he had already experienced this moment. As if at that moment, his life was going to change. He didn’t know how to describe the sensation.

“Sorry,” he mumbled back and lifted his head toward the person. When he saw her, in front of him, identical, her brown hair, her eyes of the same color as his, the same smile, Stiles felt his world turn upside down. His breathing remained locked in his throat and his hands began to shake in spite of himself. His eyes couldn’t leave her. His memories of her were far, but he was persuaded of it, she was there.

But at the same time it was impossible. Stiles knew his mother had died years ago, he was only 8 years old at the time. She died of fronto-temporal dementia.

But then who was this woman in front of him who was her perfect double? Who was this woman who looked at him with anxiety, who stretched out her hand to him and asked if everything was okay? She looked like her so much, she had the same voice and the same smell. The shock of seeing her again, or seeing her look-alike no matter who she was, made Stiles feel weird. He felt a panic attack coming. He stepped back into the row, feeling the floor pitch and his ears buzzing. He still couldn’t breathe.

“ Is everything fine? Hey, is everything okay? ”

Her voice, so similar he wanted to cry, it had to be a dream. His mother was there in front of him and all he could do was panic. He had to calm down, talk to her, not let her go.

But all that Stiles wanted to do there, in the middle of the deserted row, was to huddle in her arms and cry. His need for comfort and maternal presence had to be very strong, because Claudia’s double crossed the distance between them and took him in her arms. She also felt a bond with this boy, an immense need to protect him at all costs. She didn’t know why, she didn’t even know him! But she had to protect him. Comfort this boy. So she decided to take him in her arms and gently rub his back in an attempt to calm him down, as if she had done that all her life. And it was how Sheriff Stilinski found his son.

Noah found that Stiles was taking too much time to come back so he took what was missing in the row where he was to quickly walk to the milk row. As soon as he saw his son on the ground in the arms of a stranger, he knew he had a panic attack. He hadn’t had one for a long time and he must have seen something really important to be in that state. The sheriff dropped his grocery cart and ran to him shouting his name.

“Stiles!” Noah said while rushing to them. Stiles raised his head to his father, tears in his face and wheezing.

"Are you his father?” The woman said. Noah froze with his son now in his arms. That voice he would have recognized anywhere. It had been years since he had the chance and the happiness to hear it, so he remained frozen, his eyes wide open. His eyes met the woman’s and he saw the same surprise in her pupils.

“Claudia …?”

The woman looked at him without understanding. No, it wasn’t his deceased wife, but now he understood the reason for his son’s panic attack.

“We know each other?” She asked. She had this presentiment, her heart had begun to beat as soon as she had seen the boy’s father. She didn’t know what she was feeling. But she knew one thing, she didn’t want to leave them. At the bottom of her heart she knew that her place was with them, that she had a role to play in their lives.

"N-no …” Noah answered by not leaving her eyes. Stiles’ breathing finally calmed down and he felt guilty of giving in to panic in front of a witness. Especially in front of the look-alike of his mother. He wiped his tears and motioned to his father that he was able to walk. Noah helped his son standing up without leaving the woman’s eyes.

“I’m better,” Stiles whispered, wiping his nose.

“You mustn’t be ashamed, Stiles,” the woman said in a very soft voice, gently caressing his arm.

“You … know my name? ”

“Your father shouted it when he saw you …” She answered with a sincere smile that made the two men lose their breath. “My name is Y / N,” she added, stretching out her hand.

The sheriff took several seconds to assimilate the information and responded by automatism.

“Noah,” he stammered, shaking Y / N’s hand.

Despite the slight discomfort, the three people decided to continue shopping together. Y / N often asked Stiles if everything was okay, to which he replied in the affirmative with a little nostalgic joy. As they separated, Y / N turned to them.

“I know it’s going to sound strange, but …” She took a paper out of her satchel and noted something on it before handing it to Noah. “I feel like we have to see each other again,” she finished with a smile.

She had given them her phone number.

A week passed, in which Noah and Stiles spoke a lot of Y / N with all sorts of assumptions and finally came to a conclusion.

She was the reincarnation of Claudia.

Noah hesitated a long time before calling the number. He knew it wasn’t his wife, but he felt a strong connection with her. The day he decided to call her, he was on patrol. In the police car, he roamed the streets to catch drivers. Besides, someone had just burned a red light. Noah sighed, wishing that his day would soon finish so that he could go home and call her.

However, when he returned home, it was to remark that Stiles had been faster than him. In the sitting-room, sitting comfortably in conversation with her son, Y / N was already there. Seeing him coming in, she stood up feeling her heart beat strongly in her chest and smiled at him.

“Good evening?” She tried. “Stiles called me, and uhm…”

“I invited her to eat,” Stiles finished in her place, winking at his father who sighed before going to change to put on more proper clothes.

The diner went very well. Even too well, it was like a remake to the good old days of family diners. Everyone had a smile on their faces, everyone laughed. Everyone felt an old happiness resurface, even Y / N who hadn’t felt so well in a long time. They said goodbye and soon they saw each other again.

It became even a habit. Sunday shopping became Sunday dinner with Y / N. She and Noah became closer and closer, under the joyous glance of Stiles, who finally had the pleasure of seeing his father happy and he hoped that it would be like that forever.

One normal school day, Stiles woke up with a headache. He didn’t know where it came from, but he wasn’t feeling well. His body had uncontrollable shakings and his throat burned. But he still wanted to go to class, because he had to take an important exam. So he went to school where even Scott asked him if he was okay while touching his forehead.

“You’re in pain,” his best friend said to him and immediately after answering he had the super shape, Stiles fell to the ground.

The school immediately contacted his father to pick him up at school, but his deputy answered in his place by saying that the sheriff had left a few hours ago but had left a number in case of an emergency. The school contacted immediately afterwards.

As soon as she took the call, Y / N left everything behind her to rush to the school to fetch Stiles who, according to the nurse, had caught cold and needed a lot of rest. Y / N entered the school, looked for a moment before finding the infirmary, where Stiles was sleeping in bed. She sighed.

“I’m Y / N, I’ll take him home,” she said to the nurse who nodded. With the help of Stiles’ friend who had introduced himself as Scott and kept looking at her oddly, Y / N managed to put Stiles in her car and went up in her turn. As she was buckling Stiles’ seat belt, the latter muttered in his sleep and placed his hand on Y / N’s while slowly opening his eyes and smiling.

“Thank you mom …” He whispered before falling asleep again.

Stiles didn’t know, but these simple words had succeeded in making her very happy and she hoped that one day she would be called that officially. Y / N smiles while starting the car.

The months went by that way. Noah and Y / N became very close and the day the sheriff announced to his son that he was officially forming a couple with Y / N was the most beautiful day of his life. And the one when she moved with them was even better. But the best day was when Noah Stilinski asked in marriage the woman he had fallen in love with at the supermarket.

Stiles was very excited. Everything was going so well in his life, he wanted to cry. When he talked about it to the pack, all his friends could only be happy for him. And when his father asked him to be the best man, he couldn’t hold back the tears of joys that ran down his cheeks and took his father in his arms.

“All that just because we had no more milk on a Sunday morning …” Stiles muttered between two sobs.

His father laughed gently as he stroked his back. “Our lives have become better, thanks to Y / N. I love her so much. ”

“I love her too,” Stiles smiled in his tears, huddling his face against his father’s shirt, which bore his reassuring smell.

The marriage took place a few weeks later. It was really beautiful. Stiles invited all his friends and their families and the sheriff asked his colleagues to attend the wedding. So everyone was gathered in the little church to watch the beautiful moment that each of them lived. Stiles was at the front, near his father and the priest and held the rings in his hands, tapping nervously. He didn’t have a big job, but for him it was extremely stressful. He made sure every 10 seconds that the rings were beautiful and still in the case. His father finally sighed, turning to him to tell him to relax when the music began. It wasn’t the traditional wedding music, no, it was a song that Y / N had chosen herself.

Canon in D, by Pachelbel, played violin. The melody was beautiful, slow and touching. Then the doors of the church opened and the bride made her entrance to the rhythm of the melody. All the guests then rose.

Y / N was simply gorgeous in her white dress. A breathtaking beauty that made everyone breathless, true light, an angel. Stiles forgot his nervousness and stood straight until she reached the front of the church and all the guests sat down so that the priest could begin to speak.

“If we have gathered in this place, it’s to unite this man and this woman by the sacred bonds of marriage. Marriage presupposes that the spouses commit themselves to each other without being forced by any one, promise themselves fidelity for all their lives and accept the responsibility of spouses and parents. Is that how you hear it? ”

“ Yes. ”

The priest then turned to Stiles, who quickly wiped a tear that rolled down his cheek.

“Do you agree to be the witness of this union? ”

“Yes, I accept it. ”

“If anyone wants to oppose this union, let him say it now or stay silent forever. ”

The whole assembly remained silent, except the sobs of a person weeping with tears in the room. Stiles looked up and scrutinized all the guests and finally looked up at Malia, who was crying in the arms of a Lydia who didn’t know what to do.

“It’s so beautiful,” she whispered in her tears.

“Hm. Noah Stilinski, do you want to take Y / F / N as your wife, love her, cherish her, in wealth as in poverty, in happiness as in adversity and until death separates you ?”

Stiles handed one of the rings to his father, smiling, eyes full of water. Noah took the ring and rested his gaze on the magnificent woman who made his heart beat.

“I want it. ”

And he put the ring on her finger.

“Y / F / N, will you take Noah Stilinski as your spouse, love him, cherish him, in wealth as in poverty, in happiness as in adversity and until death separates you? ”

Stiles gave the second alliance to Y / N.

“ I want it. ”

And she passed the ring on his finger.

“I declare you united in the eyes of all by the sacred bonds of marriage. You can kiss the bride. ”

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Noah lost no time, grabbed his new wife and laid his mouth against hers with the thunder of applause from the assembly, which rose from their seats.

“I love you …” He whispered against her mouth, placing his forehead against hers.

“I love you …” She answered by closing her eyes, savoring the beautiful moment.

“Don’t forget me!” A voice said and Noah grabbed his son by the jacket to approach him to make a family hug.

"Oh darn. Sorry to cut the mood, but I forgot to say it this morning,” Stiles began by clasping his hands over his mouth.

“What?” The newlyweds said in union.

"We have no more milk!”

title: sweet as sugar cookies
summary: canonverse post-reveal adrinette. just our favorite dorks baking cookies together. 
a/n: @baedrien-agreste I am so sorry about how late this is. I hope you don’t mind the fluff ^.^’

Agh! Adrien! Do you know how long it’s going to take to wash that out?”

“You know what they say, my Lady–all’s fair in loaf and war.“

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Go Be Happy - Hamgelica AUc

trigger warnings: swearing, that’s it its rly fluffy
//1,363 words
Go Be Happy

“Yo, bro, I am /not/ smiley! Chill out,” Alexander mumbled, groaning and rolling his eyes, pushing Hercules back. Hercules tumbled and fell into the wall, chuckling, his bulky body quickly catching itself and re positioning, quickly standing straight again.

“You are! Did you meet a girl? Legit, dude, the last time any of us saw you this way was when you met Eliza and-” John piped up from the corner of the small shop, chuckling but Alexander cut him off.

“Shut the hell up about Eliza, okay?” He grumbled under his breath.

“Just- what is her name?” Lafayette asked, running up to the small man in the center. Not only center of the room but rather the center of attention here as well.

“It doesn’t matter, La-”

“So he /did/ meet a girl!”

“Hercules, I swear to god-”

“Ha, I knew it! Oh, I can make her dress for the wedding- and I can tailor your tuxedo! It’ll be beautiful, really, I promise!” Hercules joked, his nose scrunching as wrinkles formed around his eyes. He was laughing along with the other two approving men, one South Carolinian and one Frenchman.

“Yeah, I’ll bring the alcohol!”

“Ooh, and I! I can bake those pastries you love so much,” Lafayette added in, hitting Alexander on the back, smirking. Alexander was stood at the counter, his back to the boys and his face in his hands.

“Her name’s Angelica, but I-” he was abruptly cut off. He bit on his lip when the freckled man made the connection all too quickly.

“Angelica /Schuyler/?! Alex, god, Lexi! You can’t date her! You almost married her /sister/!” He stood from the chair he was sitting in, setting his beer down on one of the counters of the shop. Hercules rolled his eyes and waved dismissively to the group, walking into the main area to tend to a customer.

“I /know/! That’s why I was about to say, I can’t date her! But god, she’s beautiful, and she’s so intelligent! We agreed on everything we spoke about- it was so nice! I..think she could truly be /the/ woman for me, don’t you think?!” He exclaimed, spinning around on his heel and looking up at Lafayette and John, his eyebrows raised in excitement.

It was quite clear he liked this girl.

“Lexi..” John mumbled, “you left Eliza heartbroken. How do you think she’d feel if you did this to her..?” He asked him quietly. He best put Eliza’s feelings into consideration..

“I-I know, but Eliza doesn’t know- Angelica promised not to tell anybody. I really like her, guys, I don’t know what to do-”

The door jingled again - it was 10 o'clock on the dot. “Is Alexander here?” His eyes widened at the familiar voice in the shop as he snapped his head up to look at the door from the back room the men resided in. He widened his eyes, looking up at the time. Shit, it was already ten- he lost track?!

“Uh-uh, yeah, hey,” he made sure not to look at John and Lafayette - he could only imagine the smirks on their faces. He charged through the store to keep her and Hercules from meeting.

“Hey, Angelica!” He called from the front of the room as she looked up. She had a bright smile and her hair was curled like it always was…god, she was gorgeous..

“Alexander,” she nodded, greeting him as she looked over to Hercules.

“Okay, man, I’ll bring everyone out. You’ve got /fifteen/ minutes, Hamilton, then I’m locking up. Make this quick.” Hercules waved a hand of dismissal as he walked back to the staff room, bringing the other two men outside to give Alexander and Angelica their ‘alone time’.

Alexander approached the slim woman as she collided into him with ease, her eyes twinkling in delight. “I thought you said they wouldn’t be here?” She remarked quietly, muttering into his chest.

“I’m sorry, Angie, I lost track of time,” he mumbled, unwrapping his previously wrapped arms around her shoulders and stepping back, the dim lights of the shop shining beautifully across her dark skin.

“You look beautiful tonight, my love,” he muttered, reaching for her hand. She smiled, “thank you.”

She looked around the shop as she let go of Alexander’s hand gently, smiling at all of the nice dresses and tuxedos Hercules had made that were on display. “Hercules is such a good tailor, I would love for him to make me a dress someday..” she walked over to one of the beautiful ballgowns that was hoisted upon a mannequin, grabbing the bottom and holding it out.

“You’d look absolutely stunning in that dress, Angelica,” Alexander commented, smiling at how in love with it she looked. She dropped the ruffled fabric, “you really think so? Oh, maybe I could ask him to remake this dress. I love it so.” She said quietly, a small sigh escaping her glossed lips.

She kept browsing, looking around at all of the beautifully dressed mannequins, “it looks like a wedding’s happening in here!” She broke the silence, glancing back to the man who had a smile almost painted on his face. He was so in love with this woman.

“I’m pretty sure Herc’s gotten that before. He’s going for quite the elegant shop, I think,” he joked quietly.

“Well I love it in here,” Angelica admitted, bouncing around from dress to dress, “it probably /could/ be a wedding! Oh, mother, how do you think I look in this gown?” She stood firm behind a beautiful, long, white gown, laughing quietly at herself. She looked for approval from another mannequin, putting on a fake voice, “well, I like it but I don’t think it’s truly the dress you should marry the man in!” She laughed out loud, along with Alexander who was chuckling. He bounded up to the girl, “here, I’ll be the priest.” He said, putting on a fake voice, “in sickness and in health, blah blah blah, Angelica Schuyler, do you take Alexander Hamilton to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.”

“Alexander Hamilton, do you take Angelica Schuyler to be your lawfully wedded wife?” He put on the same fake voice, biting on his lip to stop himself from laughing too hard. He used his regular voice here, “I do.”

“You may kiss the bride..” Alexander mumbled, grabbing hold of Angelica’s small hands, pulling her in. The two of them stood in utter silence, Alexander’s words dissolving in the air. Alexander leaned in, his eyes fluttering shut as he connected Angelica’s lips with his own. They kissed for a brief second before they jumped apart at the sound of startling hollering and clapping, “woo! Congratulations, what a beautiful wedding! See, I told you I’d make the clothing for it!” Hercules- shit, it must’ve been fifteen minutes already.

The couple stood laughing, “yes, I love your clothing,” Angelica broke the silence.

“Why thank you, Angelica /Hamilton/,” Hercules teased, “now it’s 10:20 and I really need to close up, but come by tomorrow, Angelica?” She widened her eyes, nodding quickly.

“Yes, yes, oh my God, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to take so much time. Yes, Alexander, I’ll see you again tomorrow,” she quickly made her way out of the small shop in a rush, hopeful she didn’t waste too much of Hercules’ time.

“She really does seem like your type, you seem to like her tons.” Hercules said thoughtfully after Angelica rushed out the door, a chuckle falling from his lips.

“Yeah, I do,” Alexander mumbled, walking back to the staff room, “what’d you do with John and Lafayette?” He asked, trying to change the subject. They could talk about Angelica later.

“I know we all said you shouldn’t date her because of Eliza and shit, but I really do think y’all are meant for each other. You shared more passion in that one damned kiss than you did with Eliza. Ever.” Hercules explained, locking up the front door and shutting all of the lights off.

“Thanks, Herc,” Alexander mumbled, a smile on his face. “I know Eliza would be heartbroken-”

“But you can deal with her later. Go be happy with that woman.”

“Noble creatures, stags,” the hare sighed. “Did  I ever tell you I wanted to be one; a magnificent royal stag with great coathanger antlers?”

Basil Stag Hare meeting the Royal Stag. I know Redwall doesn’t have this kind of lore, but if Basil is an old soldier, I wonder if he’s had his share of near-death experiences. I want to remake this already and add more details.

We continue to celebrate the 5-Year Anniversary of Scream Factory by reflecting on select titles we’ve released over the years: Today’s spotlight: THE HALLOWEEN COLLECTION (which we co-partnered with Anchor Bay on. Limited Deluxe Set now out-of-print.)

CLIFF MACMILLAN (Blu-ray Producer / Acquisitions): This was the biggest project I had ever worked on. I had to negotiate a deal with 5 companies to get all the rights together. We teamed up with Anchor Bay and then did the sales and we did the packaging and bonus content. In the end, I think we put together a great set. I’m very proud of what we did. A lot of people were involved and we all came together to do right one of the best horror franchises ever.

JEFF NELSON (Senior Marketing Director): To say the this collection was a big deal to us would be the ultimate understatement of our brand’s history. I still can’t believe how we pulled this off with Anchor Bay at times. Truth be told, when this was even proposed I thought it might fall apart since we were dealing with several studios to sublicense from.

I personally owe my love of horror films to the original HALLOWEEN. It was the first I saw at age 9 on a 1981 NBC Night at the Movies broadcast and I’ll never forget it. It scared me senseless…and when the shock wore off I decided to the test the waters with other thrillers. This one viewing changed my life forever and you can thank the film for partly being responsible for Scream Factory even being an entity. Soon I saw HALLOWEEN II on laserdisc (liked it, but was disappointed that it was not as scary as the first) then came PART III (Laughed it off…now, it’s one of my favorites), PART IV (went bananas when TV spots started airing and saw it opening weekend), PART V (Oh brother), PART VI (Oh brother, sister, the whole family), H2O (The best since II and having Jamie Lee back as Laurie meant the world), RESSURECTED (Sorry, but I refuse this even exists…like a bad Dallas dream season), Zombie’s remake (Not bad, just overly brutal) and his sequel (wish it had stayed in the hospital).

Our set went pretty smoothly for the most part. I was very concerned about how our artwork would shape (pun intended) up to be and breathed a big sigh of relief when designer Paul Shipper knocked it out the park and Malek Akkad & Anchor Bay approved. The one element I did insist we have on our creative was the jack-o-lantern from Part 1. It’s the very first thing a Halloween fan ever sees when watching the franchise from the beginning and I personally felt it was iconic enough to showcase. I do also remember Cliff and I making a big deal to AB about including the original’s mono track too—which had altered on the prior 35th Anniversary release. I have watched it every Oct with this track (like so many others) and we couldn’t bear to see our collection not have it. The biggest deal was the extras: Cliff and his producers (Sean Clark, Michael Felsher and others)came through in a big way and the success of the release can be attributed largely to their contributions. Of course, the addition of the different cut from Part VI was a win as well.

Beyond proud that we played a part in this franchise’s legacy.

So Late - Two

Rating: M

Summary: Jellal regrets the invitation the instant he says it but not enough to rescind. When she ends the call abruptly, he isn’t sure what she’ll do. His words hang in the air in front of him. Guilt. Shame. Self-loathing. He feels them all.

Note: This is a story about cheating. If that’s not your jam, don’t come to this party. I wasn’t planning on expanding this ever but I’m in A Mood ™. I don’t know if there will be more.

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The Benders - Part 1

Word Count: 2004 

Warnings: Language 

Pairing: Eventual Dean x Reader

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“It’s 3:30am what the hell are you doing?” Dean complained as he woke up to use the bathroom, finding you sitting at the motel table with a coffee, multiple newspapers, and your laptop.

“Looking for a case. What the fuck does it look I’m like doing?” you answered without even looking up at him.

“At 3:30am? Did you even go to bed at all?” He questioned, sitting in the chair next to yours.

“Yes. And I got some sleep and everything, dad.” You smirked.

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Pearl had been having a rough day. She burnt breakfast, and lunch, she had dropped three bowls, and Amethyst wasn’t making it any easier. She stared down at the bowl at her feet, before kneeling down to start picking up the glass with a stressed sigh. Steven had left again to help Lars get back to Earth. And it was starting to worry her. He should’ve been back by now. He should’ve been back yesterday. What if something happened? She should be there to protect him. Not here, making a mess. She jumped, nearly out of her shoes, when she heard the door open. She stood quickly, managing to knick her knee on the glass shards on the floor. Though, it wasn’t who she had been wanting to see. 

“…Oh. It’s just you, Greg.” She muttered, sighing as she knelt back down to pick up the remaining glass shards, tossing them in the trash can soon after. She hadn’t been coping well with all this stress. Of course, she had been training to relieve some of the anxious energy she had, that was evident by the many teal bruises lining her hands and legs. 

“Are you hungry? I can remake lunch. I…burnt it. Again. But! I could make you some sandwiches.” The pearl managed a small smile, clasping her hands together infront of her chest with a nervous laugh.