i mean yeah now i can see what exactly did people reblog

His Mind Created the Perfect Metaphor

Dear BBC Sherlock community,

Ever since Sherlock series 4 came out, collectively we were like “what the HELL is this?!?! This doesn’t make any sense!” BUT after many months of tossing ideas around the fandom, we have made theories that could explain the weirdness, but nothing we can all agree on. Now, this meta here may be absolute garbage to you, but I believe, in my heart of hearts, I’ve solved it. Please read it in its entirety with an open mind before you reblog it just to tell me I suck.

Thanks in advance, you da best

Paige


Here’s the short version: Sherlock actually jumped at the end of The Reichenbach Fall, just as Doyle intended him to die. Gatiss and Moffat said they are correcting something in this adaptation that no one else has gotten right before. Many of us assumed the homosexual romance was the one thing they were changing, but we were punched in the face right after The Final Problem came out.  Gatiss and Moffat are changing the sacrifice. Holmes was intended to die for his friends but Doyle needed more money and rewrote the series after “The Final Problem”. That turned Holmes’ sacrifice into a cruel joke against Watson. This is what BBC Sherlock is fixing, and we’re about to see it come to fruition.

I know many theorists despise the homosexual reading of Holmes and Watson, while many people in general despise theorists on this site. That’s fine, I don’t care how people feel about gay theories and/or TJLC and its followers.  But I’m here to tell you TJLC, at its core as a concept, was right. You may hate Moffat and Gatiss, you may think Sherlock is a piece of shit show, and that’s fine, you do you. But hear this one meta out, please. I think even the hardest skeptic can at least apprectiate the thought and logic behind this.

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How Dan and Phil will use tumblr in the future | 17.08.17
  • Phil: Something I wanted to talk about, which I'm just going to randomly bring up.
  • Dan: Do it.
  • Phil: I want to change the way I use my tumblr a little bit. Because with tumblr I used to use it for a little reblogging, posting my videos but then like choosing aesthetic pictures of a dog or a cute animal or a lake. I'm kind of done with the whole lake, cute animal vibe of Tumblr right now.
  • Dan: Well, I mean what is tumblr supposed to be? It's just a blog website.
  • Phil: It's just your blog. Yeah, I mean I used -
  • Dan: Then it became this whole like reblog things that reflect your aesthetic slash who you are.
  • Phil: I kind of want to like, showcase more art that you guys do. I like a lot of it but I'd like to start reblogging it. So I'm still going to post my videos on tumblr and stuff but I'm also going to start reblogging lots of art. So, if you've done some art of me or you've done some art of me and Dan, just tag it as AmazingPhil and I'll see it and then I might reblog it. I'm not saying I'll reblog everything I see, I'm just going to reblog a few. I'll like some more as well. But I'll be doing some more of that and trying to boost some of you artists. Because then I feel like I'll use the website more.
  • Someone in chat: That's awesome.
  • Someone else in chat: Cool but I'm not good at art.
  • Phil: That's fine. You can still tweet me and we can have a chat and then you can enjoy them as well and get to look at some other people's art.
  • Dan: I like a lot, so if you go to whatever the hell the url for my tumblr likes is, then you can see all the... stuff.
  • Phil: So you're still cool with your tumblr though, you like reblog...
  • Dan: Yeah, like once a month I curate. It just so much pressure. Like it has to be... like I save drafts for weeks and then go through and just turn it into one lot of queue that's like fifteen posts because it just has to be...
  • Phil: To be perfect.
  • Dan: Exactly what it's supposed to be, which is kind of pointless when my theme is so trash. But where do you even begin? I don't even know to change... Like I, honestly, you know how you go to customise and there'e the html and I'm just like... I don't want to touch this!
  • Phil: You don't want to mess it up.
  • Dan: Like they say don't fix what's broke. My theme is already broke but like, don't broke even more what's already kind of broke, you know what I mean?
  • Phil: Did you just even say a sentence? I don't know but yeah, so if you want to follow me on tumblr to find out what's going on, it's just amazingphil.tumblr.com and you can see me reblogging some stuff.
We Can Fix This...I Hope

Summary: Lets just hope you can fix your dads prized possession before he gets home

Words: 2000ish

Authors note: Please like, reblog, and comment! Oh, and please PLEASE send ins requests! It gets hard to make up my own prompts.

Originally posted by mavietresgaie

Originally posted by keepcalmandcallnico

“I am so dead,” you breath out.

“N-no you aren’t. We can fix this!” Peter tried to cheer you up but that wasn’t going to happen. Oh yes, you were so dead. You would be deader than a doornail. You’re gonna go belly up. You will bite the dust. What ever expression you chose to use doesn’t change that fact that you weren’t going to see the light of tomorrow.

“How are we suppose to fix my dad’s suit! HIS FAVORITE IRON MAN-” Peter slapped his hand over your mouth.

“There are other people in this building. Now I know I don’t wanna get caught and you sure as heck don’t wanna get caught. The only way out of this situation is to just figure out how to repair the thing.” Peter then slowly removed his hand from your mouth and you nodded slowly.

“Ok so we know that Steve, Bruce, and Natasha are around right now. Dad is out with Pepper visiting, only god knows where,  and won’t be around till tomorrow evening. So as of right now we only have 24 hours at the most to mend this stupid rust bucket.” You sneer at your father’s creation that he has only just started teaching you how to build your own.

“Do you think Bruce could help us?” Peter questioned. 

“Could? Oh I think he could help us, but the real question is would he help us.” You state not looking away from the demolished red suit.

“I see your point,” Peter grumbles.

“Hey what if FRIDAY knows how to fix the suit!” Peter exclaims with a grin.

“Hey FRIDAY!” you call out to the ceiling.

“Yes, Ms. (Y/N)?” FRIDAY responded.

“Do you, by any chance, know how to repair or even make my dad’s Iron Man suit?” you question the artificial intelligence.

“Yes I do Ms. (Y/N). In fact your father has made videos on how to make one!” The smile Peter had on his face was the most infectious thing on the planet earth right now.

“FRIDAY would you please pull up all the videos and play them in order? Could you also not inform my dad about what has happened and what is going to happen in the next 24 hours?” You asked and of course you received.

“Well, lets get to work spiderling!” you cheer.

—–

“I think I’m going to pass out,” Peter whined as he slumped down in a chair.

“Don’t bail on me now Parker,” You hummed as you took another sip of coffee to keep you going.

“But I’m so tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrrrred,” Peter mumbled.

“Start a conversation with mer Parker. Keep yourself talking.” You instruct as you light the blow torch.

“Well yesterday I had my first kiss,” Peter mumbled.

“No way! Was it with that Liz Allen girl you always talk about?” You fake enthusiasm.

“Yeah! It was wonderful. I had set up a picnic in the park. It was getting dark and the stars came out and then we just kissed.” Peter gushed.

“That really sounds amazing Peter. I’m happy for you.” You lied right through your pearly whites. Of course you were happy for him. He had his first kiss and he just said it was wonderful. You were just upset over the fact that it wasn’t with you. 

Ever since you first met him being forced to be an undercover student going to Midtown High by your dad; you couldn’t help but be captured by how innocent and all around adorable he was at first glance. Then you got to know him more as the weeks went by and you and your dad finally recruited the spider-boy. You couldn’t help but smile when the budding super-hero, just like yourself, would take time out of his weekend to hang out with you and your father. While Tony would whine and complain about how annoying Peter was you could see right through that tough old fart. Ever since Bruce got a real job and wasn’t around the tower except once out of the month Tony had gotten lonely and frankly bored. While you did retain your smarts from your dad you weren’t always interested in debating whether or not Newton’s 3rd Law can be broken. Luckily Peter Parker was there to save you by actually enjoying the conversations he has with your father. Your dad was secretly excited he had someone else to talk smarts about without being bashed on all the time about ‘being old’ and ‘having to much retirement time on his hands’ as you would say.

“But it didn’t feel right,” Peter sighed. That immediately caught your attention.

“What do you mean?”

“It didn’t feel natural or real. I guess you could say I didn’t feel a spark.” Peter tried to explain.

“I think the worst part is, is that Liz felt something. She seemed over the moon after the date. Should I feel bad that I don’t feel anything?” Peter questioned.

“No, its not your fault that you don’t feel the same. You just…don’t. I can’t really explain it further.” You pull up your mask and turn off the blow torch.

“I don’t know how to tell her or do I even tell her at all,” Peter sighs and throws his arms over his eyes.

“I think that life is to short to do that to yourself and someone else. Why waste time with something that doesn’t interest you and instead do something that you love. Not saying that being around that Allen girl is a waste of time, but being in a relationship that is one sided isn’t really healthy and isn’t fare to her. Like I said about not having a lot of time, need I remind you that we are super-heros and we don’t exactly have a long life expectancy. Except for Capcicle and Buck. They are the rare exception. So is my dad, cause he’s old. And Thor cause his people live for awhile-OH you get what I mean.” you grumble as you get annoyed that you contradicted your statement. Peter just broke into a fit of laughter.

“I’m holding a blow torch Parker. Don’t test me.” His laughter died down and for the first time you saw a look that you had never seen before. That is, it is the first time you had caught him staring at you with adoration. 

“What’s that look for?” You giggled and turned to continue to work on the hunk of metal sitting in front of you, just missing the growing blush on Peter’s cheeks.

“Hey, I’m not going to keep you up any longer since it is two in the morning. Head up to my room and sleep. I won’t be able to till this super suit is working.” You say grabbing ahold of an unknown tool your father used to build his armor.

“No, I can’t-” Peter immediately shut up when you gave him this motherly glare that spooked him into doing as you were told.

“I’ll be back in an hour so you can sleep!” Peter called down the hallway.

“Sure you will,” you chuckled to yourself.

—–

Peter woke up with a groggy grumble then shot up in a bed that wasn’t his. He hissed in annoyance when his vision became a little foggy and got a minor headache. he glanced around the room and remembered that he’s at the tower helping you fix the Iron Man suit you both broke.

“Peter come on! Flying in one of these things is so cool! I’ll even teach you how to fly one!” You squealed in excitement. (Y/N) was tinkering with her work-in-progress Iron Man suit when Peter walked in and started asking a bunch of questions about said suit.

“(Y/N) I don’t think that’s a good idea. W-what if I crash one of them?” Peter stuttered.

“Come on what’s the worst that can happen,” she blew off Peter’s concern and pulled out her and her dad’s favorite creation and stepped right inside it.

“See! Easy as-” (Y/N) was immediately cut off when the suit started to fly out of control and spit her out of the metal skin. It banged left and right slowly losing parts as it crashed more and more. (Y/N) grabbed a metal rod lying on the work table and smacked it with all her strength sending the malfunctioning metal to the ground and dying with a sputter.

“I am so dead,” she breathed out.

“Oh crap,” Peter shot out offed and practically threw himself down the hall and to the workshop when he realized it was nine A.M. He stumbled into the room only to realize you had passed out on top of the wired body barely holding onto a wrench in your right hand. Light snores came from your mouth and he chuckled at you. That was when he, once again, gave you that look of adoration and love. Yes, love. Now is it really all that surprising to see him head over heals in love with you? No probably not. 

I mean you were quirky and smart. He could never get over the fact that you whine when you are proven wrong. You would get annoyed with him when he teased you about not being able to lift up only one eyebrow. He only did to see your adorable face when you did get upset. Your laugh was so different than anything he ever heard but he couldn’t get enough of it. The thing he loved most about you was how kind you were. The first day you met him was something he could never forget. You stood up for him when Flash was giving him a hard time. No one ever stood up for him. The thing that got him was that you didn’t stand up for just him but everyone Flash ever bother. You stood up for what was right in every situation even though sometimes people didn’t favorite the right thing. Peter could only see you as the light of his life, if only he had the courage to say something.

Peter slowly scooped you up into his arms and cradled you against his chest. Right away you wrapped your arms and legs around his frame which only made his smile grow. He moved your up the elevator and to your floor. Prying you away from his body was the hardest and funniest thing Peter has ever done, but once he got you under the covers he stayed for a lot longer than he should of.

“God you are breathtaking,” he mumbled. With that he left the room and let you sleep.

—–

“PETER YOU LET ME SLEEP! ITS NEARLY EIGHT O’CLOCK MY DAD WILL BE HOME SOON! I AM DEAD MEAT!” (Y/N) scrambled into the workshop to find the super suit in its stand and Peter fiddling away at something else.

“W-When did this h-happen?” you panted out of breath.

“While you were sleeping I was able to finish this up so you wouldn’t have your ass handed to you on a silver platter,” Peter turned to you.

“You know that you are the best person in the world ever right?” You giggled.

“Also,” before Peter knew what was happening you had already pulled him into a long awaited kiss that you both enjoyed. You broke the kiss and Peter tried to lean in farther to catch your retreating lips. 

“Thank you for calling me breathtaking,” You shied away but Peter gripped you by the hips and pulled you flush against him.

“You shouldn’t be thanking me when it’s a fact,” you blushed and dug your head into his shoulder to hide it the best you could.

“You did a really good job at repairing the suit while I was asleep,” you spoke to soon as the whole entire body collapsed and scattered across the floor. The two of you stood there astounded at the mess lying at your feet.

“Mini Me! Underoos! I’m Home!” 

Evak Prompt: Song of Achilles

Personally, I blame @patrochillea for this one, as she just read TSOA and keeps reblogging stuff from it. And it brought back my feels.

And I think Isak would be all grumpy grumpy starting it and then really fucking loving the book as he reads on. Like there’s action and blood and gay? He’d be into it.

———————————–

So the thing is, Isak isn’t exactly a reader. 

It’s not that he can’t read- it’s just that he’d much rather be listening to music or, like, smoking with his friends, or maybe fucking his boyfriend. Reading isn’t the highest on his list of things to do when one is bored.

And yet.

“Here,” Sana said, sliding a blue and gold faced book on the blacktop of their biology desk. “This is for Even.”

Isak peers at the gift suspiciously, “What is it?”

Sana gave him a dry look, “Well Isak, it’s called a book. Sometimes people read them to transport themselves to like-”

“Yeah, yeah, Sana,” Isak rolls, his eyes, “I know what a fucking book is.”

“Then what are you asking stupid questions for?”

“I just-” He stops ans sighs, understanding now that there is no point in fighting this battle with Sana when he can so easily ambush his boyfriend at lunch.

He slides the book into his bag without another thought.

——

Even inspects the book almost as carefully as Isak had when Sana first gave it to him, “What’s this?”

Isak shrugs, “Sana told me to give it to you.”

Song of Achilles,” Even reads out in English, words forming much more smoothly than any attempts Isak could make, and traces the title. A moment passes and then he nods, “Oh. Aww Sana is so sweet-”

Sweet?”

“- I’m reading the Iliad in class and am hating it. She mentioned a book that would be more my speed.”

Even flips open the first page. But like- that would mean he’s no longer paying attention to Isak. 

And that would just not do. So Isak leans into him and kisses the shell of his ear until the book lays on the lunch table forgotten.

——–

That’s the end of it for like two days. But then there is a night that Isak can’t for the life of him sleep. And he’s tried everything- warm milk, counting sheep, Even fucking him into the mattress.

And yet the clock read 2:07 in the morning and Even is snuffling peacefully next to him. And Isak is stuck.

So he gets out of bed and rifles through his backpack, searching for nothing, but coming up with the little gold and blue book.

“Song of Achilles.” he mouths out and glances dubiously to Even.

He might as well, right?

Isak slides back in bed and turns on his desk light, thanking the gods for Even’s ability to sleep through a nuclear airstrike. 

——–

The book is really fucking gay.

Isak reads absently through the first chapter, onto the second, side eyeing the way in which Patroclus describes seeing Achilles for the first time. He reads through their childhood years, becoming more enraptured in the fucking descriptions.

And in the fucking gay? How did Sana even come by this book?

There is a groan from next to him, and Isak jumps, pulling himself reluctantly out of Patroclus’ musings about the past, “Huh?”

Even’s eyes are still shut, nose crinkling cutely in the morning and he rolls over just a bit, just enough for his forehead to rest on Isak’s bare chest and Isak thinks I could recognize him by touch alone; by smell. I would know him blind-

“The alarm is going off.”

Isak blinks and looks down at the clock: 7:45am.

Well huh.

————–

The school day passes in a blur. Isak doesn’t pay attention to it. Instead he thinks about the way in which Achilles juggles figs to get Patroclus’s attention. Or the way Thetis is so against her son falling in love with a mortal.

He thinks about Achilles and when he does, he’s confused as to why bright blonde curls turns into Even’s darker quiff. 

He’s fucking hopeless, that’s why.

“What’s this?” Even drops down at the lunch table next to him, nudging a piece of paper Isak had been scribbling on. Even peers down to read, “We were like gods at the dawning of the world?

Isak shakes his head and crumples up the paper. He leans up to give Even a kiss, “Halla.”

“Halla.” Even gestures to the crumpled paper, “Do I ask?”

Isak is silent for a few precious moments and then it all just kid of bursts out of him. “So you need to read Song of Achilles. Right when we get home. It’s important.”

“Important?”

“Important,” Isak confirms, “Like I might withhold sex if you don’t read it, important.”

Even’s eyes go wide and a strangled laugh escapes him, “That important huh?”

Isak nods, “I need to ask your opinion about Thetis and Achilles. And then, I need you to draw some stuff so I can have a clear picture about scenes in the book. 

“Alright?” Even’s voice is dubious, but Isak is mollified. 

He picks up one of Even’s fries and nods, “Alright.”

——–

anonymous asked:

Hey I love your blog!!! It's really great and I love to see what you post! Can I make a request? I don't want to sound like every body else who wants to make requests but I'm socially awkward. Can you maybe do all companions reacting to m or f SoulSurvivor proposing marriage to them? I'm sorry if you have already done it. Anyways please keep up the great work! I'm happy to see one that isn't just reblogs now days!❤️

Thank you so much! I know the blog’s been a bit dormant lately but I’m trying to find time to write for you lovelies again and encouragement like this always helps a lot so thanks friend! <3

Cait - She stares at them with wide eyes and her mouth slightly agape in shock. Sole is proposing to her? What the fuck? This had to be some kind of cruel joke. They could have anyone in the Commonwealth so why the fuck would they be proposing to her of all people? “Nice try, Sole. But I’m not fallin’ for one o’ yer jokes.” She goes to walk away, but immediately stops when she realises her words sparked that flash of hurt in their eyes. “Wait, are ya serious? Ya actually want to marry me?” When they nod and tell her exactly what they feel for her, she feels herself go a bit dizzy and has to kneel down in front of them to stop from keeling over face first. She stares into their eyes, seeing everything she needs to see within them, before murmuring “Yes” and immediately grinning at the feeling the amazing feeling the realisation sparked in her chest.

Codsworth - ERROR>CANNOT PROCESS VOICE/DIALOGUE INTERPHASE>REQUESTING CLARIFICATION “Sir/mum? C-can you repeat that please?” They were proposing. Actually proposing. To him. His optical units flex uselessly, expanding and shrinking while his metal appendages flutter at his sides. The Pride of General Atomics felt like anything but as he stared at Sole and processed their words. But before he knew it, he was already talking. “Sir/mum, I-I…yes.”


Curie - “Why are you kneeling, monsieur/madam? Are you injured?” She doesn’t understand at first, but when Sole pulls out the golden ring and gazes up at her with the cutest smile on their face and a question in their eyes, it clicks. “Oh! You are proposing to me?” Her hand flies to her mouth as her eyes start brimming with glittering tears. “Yes! Yes I will marry you, my love!” She enfolds Sole in the biggest hug, pressing delicate kisses everywhere on their face before letting them slip the beautiful ring on her finger.


Danse - He would give almost anything to have been asked instead to recite the Brotherhood’s initiation pledge, or hell, even Scribe Neriah’s biological reports on her pet specimens. But who was he kidding? He’s wanted this ever since he first told Sole that he loved them. Before answering, he’d hastily climb out of his power armour and take Sole’s hand in his while looking them in the eye. “Yes.”


Deacon - Two eyebrows raise high above his glasses as he watches Sole get down on one knee and reveal the gleaming golden ring. For the first time in his life, he’s left completely speechless. He doesn’t make a move or a sound for a few moments while he tries to wrap his head around the prospect of marrying the person he loves. But when his mind inevitably reboots, the grin on his face is all the answer Sole needs before slipping on the ring.


Dogmeat - Head tilts and a curious sniff of the ring. What on earth did Sole want him to do with this tiny, awfully shiny thing? He runs off to bring back his favourite big red ball, plopping it down at Sole’s feet and looking up at them expectantly. Now that’s a toy worthy of the pupper’s attention.


Gage - Marriage had never crossed his mind. Ever. But the prospect seems so good when offered from Sole’s sweet lips. So much so, that he can’t help himself as he pulls them up from their kneel, pulls them flush with his body and presses his lips soundly to theirs. By the way he squeezes their ass affectionately, they have his answer.


Hancock - Despite knowing that this is all he could ever have wanted in his life – a person to love, to come home to, to be his purpose for living – he’d still feel unworthy of them. Yes on the outside he doesn’t give a damn about being a ghoul, a murderer, a junky, but on the inside, he can’t lie to himself about how Sole surely deserves better than him. But they were asking him and everything Sole says and does is not without them meaning to, so he must be doing something right to have won their heart. The thought makes him smile widely and gives him the courage to lean down and kiss them softly, whispering his answer on their lips.


MacCready - He’d start blushing like a lighthouse when Sole gets down on one knee and presents the golden ring for him, their smile making him sway where he stands. For the first time in a long time, his usually steady hands start shaking like a junkie on psycho. He takes a shuddering breath, wipes at his eyes that totally are not watering, and musters up the biggest smile. “Hell yeah I’ll marry you.”


Nick Valentine - For him, everything and anything romantic died back with the human Nick Valentine so many years ago. So it was a shock when he was lucky enough to find Sole, but he’s even more stunned when they finally propose to him. On the one hand, he wants to say no – they need to find someone better for themselves than him. Someone human, someone warm and actually snuggle-able for cold nights and rainy days. But then he realised that to say no to them would be selfishly satisfying his guilt for being a synth, because after all, they already do all those things the human Nick would do and who is he to question Sole’s love for him. So with an upturn of his lips and newly brightened gaze, he’ll swipe off his fedora, lean down and whisper against their soft lips “Yes.”


Piper Wright - She gasps and freezes when she sees the ring, her hand covering her mouth as she stares at them. “Blue. Blue what are you doing?” Her voice shakes and her vision goes all blurry when they say the three words that threatened to turn her world upside down in the most wonderful of ways. Blue wants to marry her. Her. The most annoying, hard headed, troublesome person in the entire Commonwealth and they – a wonderful, beautiful, perfect human being – want to marry her? “Blue,” She forces out on a shuddering whisper. “I love you so much…but, are you sure? Like, really sure? I mean…I’m me and you’re you and…I…” Was rambling. She was rambling. Great. But the way they look at her makes her weak and when they reaffirm their feelings for her, it’s settled. “Yes!” She squeaks, throwing herself at them and enfolding them in a bone-crushing hug. But then she realises something and pulls back to look them in the eye. “Shots not telling Nat.”


Preston Garvey - Tears. Oh so many tears. He’d laugh a little, cry a little and most definitely scoop Sole up in the biggest, tightest hug he could while murmuring “Yes” over and over again in their ear. He never knew he could smile so much and he most certainly never expected the giant hole in his heart to be sewn shut just by the single most important person in the Commonwealth speaking three little, beautiful words to him.

Strong - He gets a little irritated, what with Sole trying awfully hard to squeeze on this tiny and very breakable little shiny piece of what he could make out was most likely a piece of garbage they’re always collecting. “STOP, TINY HUMAN!” After being badgered by Sole a long time afterwards, he’ll relent to wearing the damn thing around his neck. Although the exact significance him wearing it to Sole is still lost on him, he’ll make sure he doesn’t lose it.

X6-88 - When he realised just what it was Sole was doing, he’d have to bite his lip to keep it from trembling. He knew what they shared together was special, but marriage? To Sole? Only to them? Hell yeah. He had no idea how badly he wanted it until the word was out of his mouth on a barely audible breath “Yes.”

Asexual Derek Hale, Sterek-style

Sterek fandom is so active and expansive that it’s hard to not find what you’re looking for, no matter what specific kinds of tropes/characterizations/headcanons you’re into. One that I’ve always wished for more of, though, is ace!Derek. While my personal headcanon is more in line with demisexuality, I think that asexuality is (a) an interesting and realistic choice for his character and (b) something that’s simply not explored enough in general, particularly in the healthy, happy, monogamous context.

I’ve been meaning to compile and post this list for a while, so here are ten lovely monogamous Sterek fics with ace!Derek. Because how can you resist Stiles loving and committing to a Derek who doesn’t see sex as the ultimate conclusion to a healthy relationship?

(More complete explanation of why I created this list, if you’re interested.)


Title: Ten Years
Author:
@jentnova​ (tumblr fic)

Summary: Derek spends the afternoon in the kitchen with Stiles, bickering about everything from seasoning to dessert, and Derek’s going to miss that. Stiles puts a hand on his hip at one point and says it’s only a month and Derek nods, tries for a smile.

They’ve been living together for four years and sharing a bed for two and never once has Stiles asked him for something he can’t give. Derek can let him do this. He knows Stiles will be back.


Title: I’m Not Gonna Wait Until The Winter (I’m Just Gonna Wait Until The Springtime)
Author:
JenNova 
Word Count: 7,382
Published: 2012-11-21
Rating: Mature

Summary: Stiles’ grin splits his face and lights up his eyes and Derek feels his heart stutter in his chest. Jesus Christ.

“Any time, dude,” Stiles says. “Well. Any time within reason. Especially on school nights.”

Stiles is gone with that, to sneak back into his house, and Derek’s left with a realisation settling deep into his bones.

When the hell did he find time to start falling for Stiles?


Title: The Long Way Home
Author:
 @lielabell
Word Count: 3,541
Published: 2012-11-21
Rating: Teen

Summary: “Uh, don’t take this the wrong way,” Stiles says the first time– the hopefully only time– Derek kisses him, “but I’m not into you. Like, yeah, your body is hot and all, but your personality kinda is not and I’m the sort of guy that, well,” he shrugs, a rueful smile on his face. “It’s called demisexual. Look it up.” And then he bites his lower lip, grabs his backpack and hightails it out of there, leaving Derek alone, his hands clenched helplessly into fists at his sides.


Title: I Surrender To The Strawberry Ice Cream
Author: jmtorres ( @julstorres )
Word Count: 1,894
Published: 2014-06-23
Rating: Teen

Summary: So it’s trope fic; the trope is accidentally married. Stiles has moved in with a werewolf and his dad wants to know when he’s getting grandkids and Stiles and Derek haven’t even had sex. At least partially because Stiles never got around to asking what exactly their relationship is.


Title: What (Not) to Tell Your Friends
Author: @wilddragonflying, impalagirl ( @deanonastick )
Word Count: 8,043
Published: 2016-05-05
Rating: Teen

Summary: “Speaking of Derek,” Erica says, leaning forward interestedly. “What about him? You’ve been together, what, five years now?”

“Nearly seven.”

“Shit, really? Well, he’s obviously the longest relationship you’ve ever had - was it a shock when your desperate, wanton lust for each other started to die down?”

Stiles laughs. “Erica, Derek and I don’t have sex.”

“Yeah, pull the other one.”

“We don’t!”

Stiles has never seen so many jaws drop at once. “What?


Title: The A Word
Author: 
notafamousperson
Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Word Count: 2,435
Published: 2015-03-22
Rating: Mature

Summary: He’d never even heard of the word before. Didn’t even know that something like that existed.

Derek didn’t know that there was a word to describe him other than broken.


Title: Impulse Decisions
Author: @cannibalswelcome
Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Word Count: 804
Published: 2015-01-11
Rating: Teen

Summary: He was talking under his breath, and probably too low for a human to hear him, but the steady stream of comments might as well have been shouted into Derek’s ears.


Title: Something Missing
Author: @billtheradish
Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Word Count: 40,840
Published: 2015-07-13
Rating: Mature

Summary: “There’s–always been something wrong, I think. Or maybe it just started in middle school. I don’t know.” That was when he’d started noticing, at least. He already knew he was different, wasn’t human. Had to keep track of what everyone else was doing anyway so he could fake it, if he had to. He just didn’t know what to do when he realized he was faking something his sisters hadn’t had to. “I just know I’m not–haven’t ever–wanted. People. Like that.”


Title: Kiss? 
Author: @clotpolesonly
Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Word Count: 3,565
Published: 2016-08-21
Rating: Gen

Summary: Derek likes kissing Stiles, honestly he does. Until he doesn’t.


Title: Free Condoms With Purchase & Bonus Material
Author: dragon_temeraire ( @dragon-temeraire )
Word Count: 5,449 
Published: 2016-10-30 & 2017-01-27
Rating: Explicit 

Summary: Derek is an ace guy working at a sex shop, and he has a bit of a crush on one of the regulars (who he might have come out to, oops).

Hold On To Let Go Chapter 3

Chapter three has finally been written so here, take it. Please remember that I obsessively check to see if my works have gotten any feedback, so please comment and/or reblog if you liked it! It means a lot to me! Seriously, even just a bunch of random letters or words would make my heart soar.

Big thanks to @puns-and-fics for inspiring this, and @jamilton-central for putting up with my infrequent update schedule. I don’t know what I’d do without you two.


Thomas walked up the street, from the bus stop to the school courtyard. Soft rays of sunlight bounced off his dark curls of hair, framing his obviously fake smile. At least, it seemed fake to Thomas. But that was because he knew. At least James couldn’t tell, the shorter man running up to him and grinning.

“Tommy!’ James exclaimed, elated at the sight of his friend. “You’re never gonna believe what happened earlier!”


“What is it, Jemmy?” Thomas asked, happy to leave behind his inner thoughts in exchange for one of James’s stories.

“Well, you know how in Mr.Franklin’s class we have that research and debate project coming up, the one where you have partners?” James inquired hurriedly, talking a mile a minute. “Well, you got paired up with Alexandwhore!” He exclaimed, laughing slightly at the title they’d made up for the scrawny nerd during Freshman year.

“Why is that a good thing, Jemmy?” Thomas muttered, trying to hide the look of pain on his face. He would have to work with Alexander, who was the boy he’d been harrassing for years, and simultaneously the boy he’d been falling in lo- the boy who was his platonic soulmate.

“Because,” James answered smugly. “It gives us the perfect opportunity for what I would like to consider the perfect prank!”

Thomas eyed James suspiciously. “Your pranks usually end with someone in the emergency room, Jemmy.”


“Well, it’s only Alexandwhore, so it won’t matter where he ends up. Do you remember last year when it was a fairly bad storm outside, and that loser could barely speak?”

Thomas remembered that day faintly. It had been last spring, near the end of winter. Alexander had been a shivering mess, asking to leave the class as soon as the first bolt of lightning struck miles away. “Yeah, so what?”

“Well, I did some research- it’s surprising what you can find on the internet- and I think I know why he was like that. Turns out that on Nevis, or wherever it is he’s from, there was a hurricane when he was a kid. So now he can’t stand storms or something. That’s where my plan comes in. RIght before you do your presentation, we play some storm noises, dim the lights, and make it seem like a horrible storm is happening. Then, once Alexandwhore is terrified, we force him to go do the presentation in front of everyone.”

“That’s a terrible plan.”

“You have to admit that it’d work. All you have to do is get him in the right place at the right time so that I can do my technical stuff.”

“And Burr? What does Aaron know of this?”

“He said something about a code of honor, and how he needed to remain impartial on the situation of Hamilton- basically, Aaron’s a buzzkill, but he won’t tell anyone if we go through with it. So…you in?” James asked, raising an eyebrow.

Thomas felt his heart sink at the idea of doing such a thing to his soulmate. Even if Thomas didn’t love the other teen, this would be a cruel thing to do to his ‘other half’. But this wasn’t his soulmate. Nobody knew except him. Not even Alexander. And Thomas knew that he wouldn’t think twice before doing such a thing to a bastard, orphan, whore’s son, undeserving, smartass-

“I’m in.”


Click, click, click, went the linoleum tile beneath Alexander’s feet. His arm was covered in dark green scribbles, and the scribbles were covering up his- he didn’t need to think about that. Not at all. His sleeves were down, and it was a particularly cold day, so wouldn’t have to worry about someone accidentally seeing the marks on his wrists. Not at all.

Locker doors slammed open and shut carelessly down the hall, the metallic clangs melding together with the dozens of conversations happening at once, a few words stringing together each time he passed a group of people. One moment it was ‘she smells wine and cheap’ and the next it was a simple ‘cooler than a vintage cassette’, as if people still used those.

He kept his head down, denying himself the ability to see exactly who was around him. It was more in an effort to remain inconspicuous than to block his eyesight, but Alexander was willing to use either excuse while trapped in his thoughts. The world was quiet, but a strange sense of quiet. The type of quiet one can only find in the midst of a crowd of teenagers and the air thick with gossip.

Eventually, he reached his first class of the day, U.S. History. It wasn’t his favorite, per say, but he was smarter than to call it his most hated subject. After all, in this class, the only member of his group of tormentors that was here was Jefferson, and he sat across the room. That was as good as it would get.

Rushing in through the open door, he scurried away from the pressing crowd of his peers and walked into the artificially-lit room. There was Mr.Franklin, smiling at him politely, and the classroom half-full of people who simply wanted to avoid the noise and pressure of the halls before the first class of the day, and, of course, the memo board. It was typically bare, save for the crumpled flyer for a musical that the school had put on years ago, but today was different. Today, a neon green piece of paper was tacked to the board.

Walking over to it, he furrowed his brow at the list of names before reading the title of the page. ‘Group assignments’, it said, in overly curvy font which Mr.Franklin had most likely chosen for no reason other than the fact that it seemed amusing at the time, as most his choices appeared to be.

Scanning the page, Alexander’s heart stopped beating for just a moment when he read the words next to his own name.

Typed neatly on the paper in a font that Alexander had never even seen before was the name Alexander Hamilton, with a line attaching it to another name he knew all too well.

Thomas Jefferson.

Seventh Kiss: On the lips/ The day it all made clear

Note: This started off as a gag fiction for my friend who abhors kisses and mushy stuff. I had a great pleasure of writing the seven part series of this for him (he hated it which is why he refused to read it up until this day) and now I had decided to recreate the seven part series for my blog as well starring Peter Pan from Once Upon A Time. Though I had written the gag story as a Hogwarts AU, this one will be purely OUAT verse.

This is a Cursed! Peter x Reader which takes place during the first curse or the first season of OUAT. Yes, Peter was swept by the curse and so is the reader.

Just a little bit of a background, Reader is the Princess of Underworld and her story is that she was born because she was prophesied to do something (it is an on-going story of mine in ffnet although in that version, Peter Pan isn’t really her love interest). In this version, she and Pan had already met couple of times in Enchanted Forest and well….*shrugs*

This is the seventh and last part of the Seven Kisses series. Oh boy, last part. I never knew I’d have the guts or the will to finish this series! All Seven parts are here and counted for. You are free to read this alone or you could read the six parts before this one. 

People, after I post this one, I would very much like to hear from you and your thoughts about this series. I would also very much like to talk to you (if there is any who’d like to) so hit me up! Requests and ideas are very much welcomed. 

Prompt: Seventh Kiss: On the lips/ The day it all made it clear.


“You weren’t in class today,”

You looked up from your book only to see Peter sitting beside you, his legs dangling at the ledge as well. You didn’t know how to respond so you simply shrugged your shoulders at him, closing your book slowly as to say that he has your attention. 

“You weren’t in class for two days now.” Peter added as he turned to you with blank expression on his face, studying your features. 

You weren’t a goody two shoes. You sometimes skip classes when you feel like it but you make it not a habit to do so. After all, education is still important for you. You didn’t mean to skip classes for two days as what Peter had pointed at. It’s just that you had heard that Henry was in the hospital because he had eaten the apple turnover that his mayor mother had made for the Sheriff. Although the doctors had not yet concluded what had happened, you can’t help but think of Henry’s theories about this town drifting your thoughts towards a certain boy. 

“Y/N?” Peter asked, nudging you to notice him. “Look, if it’s about the other night… I uh, I-”

You can’t help but looked at him, amused as he tried to think of excuses for his drunken behavior or the fact that he had finally opened himself up to this talk, the talk that had been long overdue for the both of you. Finally, after moments of agonizing the thought, you decided to take a pity on him and placed your hand over his shoulder, stopping him from his mid-rant. 

“Peter,” you started as you gave him an amused smile. “I’m not avoiding you because of that.”

The look on his face was pure confusion as he tried to look for any signs of your lie. “It’s not?” he asked as you shook your head. 

“Henry was hospitalized the other day, and well, that boy is my only friend. I should go over there and visit him. But something is holding me back, like I can’t grace my presence to him Like something is pulling me back.” you told him before chuckling bitterly. “Such an excuse, huh?” 

Peter was silent for a moment. “Do you think that maybe… little Henry’s theories are actually true?” he asked out of the blue. 


“Aren’t you a little rebel, sneaking around with a mere pawnbroker.” 

You didn’t need to turn around to know who had spoken. After all, you have limited contact with the people in this realm and most of them don’t talk to you in fear because of your status. 

“I wasn’t sneaking around, Peter.” you informed him as he approach you and sat next to you, dangling his legs on the edge of the cliff where Sisyphus  rolls his boulder every day. “Father left for another realm, Oz.” 

“Even worse, Princess.” he commented with a smirk as you roll your eyes at his innuendo. “So what gives? Why would you bring me here?”


You turned to him, wide eyed. Does he…?

“W-whatever do you mean?” you asked, feigning innocence to which he rolled his eyes at. 

“You mean to tell me that you- a dear friend of little Henry Mills- doesn’t know anything about his little theories about this whole town and how his biological mother is the savior?” he scoffed at the absurdity of the idea. “Yeah right.”

Thoughts keep on swarming on your head, confusing you to bits. Since Peter knows about the whole theory thing, does it mean he knows about Henry’s theory about true love and how this boy beside you happens to be yours?

“I-if you knew about the whole theory thing,” you stammered, all color had been drained from your usually pale complexion. “Does this mean that-”

“-I knew about Henry’s theory where we happen to be each other’s soulmates?” Peter supplied, confirming your suspicions. 

So he knew. After all this time

You feel numb as if you had been played- no scratch that, you have been played by the boy whom you have conflicting feelings with. You knew that there is no way he would be interested in you. Not after so many years of not interacting with each other. If it weren’t for Henry’s intervention you wouldn’t have even considered of approaching this boy. 


“Did you know that demigods are susceptible to any kinds of diseases, are prone even to the deadliest ones, and are most likely to die?” you told him instead of answering his question which had made him even more confused. “We are, after all still mortals. What makes demigods special is that we are cured simply by eating ambrosia and drinking nectar- delicacies to which only-”

“-gods are allowed to consume.” Peter finished for you. “I know that, Camryn. What I don’t know is that why are you telling me these nonsense?” 

You chuckled. “Well, you were complaining about it days ago, weren’t you?” you asked him, feigning ignorance while his body went rigid, remembering that day. “Why, it should only be fitting that I tell you basic stuff like these.” 

“What exactly are you playing at, Princess?”


“You… knew?” your voice cracked at the end, feeling helpless just as what you had been feeling before you met Henry. You couldn’t help but feel as if you were… betrayed. “So all these times you were pestering me around, all these times annoying me to my wits’ end, were all because Henry told you that I could be potentially your soulmate?” 

Peter must’ve realized what you were getting at because at that exact same time, he reached out to you, making sure that you won’t fall, not with the current state you were in. 

Eyes burning with unshed tears, you scrambled to your feet, hauling yourself back to the safe side of the roof before gathering your things and make a hazy exit. After all, if there is anyone who is good at running away, it’s you. 

But before you could even leave the roof, Peter had grabbed your wrist, pulling you back into his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist to ensure you won’t get away from him. 


“Happiness, Sadness, Fear, Jealousy… I never learned about any of these emotions, Peter. They’re nothing but words to me, they held nothing of importance except maybe Anger and Despair, after all, I’ve been living in the land of all hopes are lost.” You told him, taking his hand into yours, playing with his fingers. “But you know what? Even if I am taught to suppress all of these emotions, I couldn’t help but imagine- no, dream of something else.” you looked up only to meet Peter’s eyes, enabling your gift to show you glimpses of Peter’s life. 

“A small glimpse of humanity,” you told him, you hand coming up to his cheek, caressing it softly as he leaned to your touch. “So tell me, Peter Pan, why are these feelings coming to you?” 


“You’ve said your piece,” he mumbled to your hair. “Now can I say mine?” you didn’t know why but the way his voice dropped low had this soothing effect on you, calming you down almost instantly as you nod your head to his request. “If you must know, Princess… I rarely talk to people who aren’t worthy of my time-with referral or none- and I don’t befriend anyone on a regular basis. Those people you see hanging around me? They’re nothing but subjects. But you…you’re not my subject nor a friend. So what does that make you?”

“Someone to toy with?” you answered him to which tightened his grip on you. Peter leaned down, his gaze briefly fell on your lips before locking gazes with your eyes. 

“No, you’re my special someone,”


“It’s because…” he trailed off, unsure of himself. 

Never had you seen such uncertainty from him before nor the fact that the great Pan had became tongue tied with such question. After a few more moments, you made the motion of standing up, assuming that he won’t be giving you the answer you seek only for him to pull you down, back to where you were sitting. 

Immediately, he placed one hand on your cheek pulling you closer to him before he leaned down, kissing your lips in the gentlest manner he could ever muster. 

A wave of magic rushed around you but you paid no attention to it as you responded to his kiss. After a few more moments, he pulled back smiling as he pecked your lips once more. 

“It’s because of you, Princess. It’s because I finally found my happy ending.”


He leaned down, capturing your lips to his perfectly just as a whooshing sound of the air of what you knew as magic rushed around you. Immediately, bits and pieces of memories- old and new were rushing through your mind as both you and Peter pulled back, realization sinking in. 

Like a trigger being pulled, you both leaned in, savoring each other’s presence as if you were reuniting for the first time in your entire life. 

“You’re my special someone too, Peter Pan.” 


And that concludes the Seven Kisses Series! Ready for a very long thank you speech? 

Here goes. Truth be told, I have never expected that I will finish this series up to the final kiss. I have never even thought of having the courage of putting my stories online! I guess, I could thank my boredom and my unused Tumblr side blog for all of this. As summer break comes to an end, I had decided to push forward with finishing this as quick as I can and so within a span of how many weeks, I had reached that goal. Of course, it wouldn’t be possible if it weren’t for constant notifications that many had liked/reblogged these series. And in line with that, let me at least dedicate this last piece to the blogs who had given their insights by liking/ reblogging/ replying to my posts. 

I’d like to thank the ff: @tvd7274, @brighteststarsever, @beside-the-dying-fire, @ravtemis99, @nickey-mouse, @everythingelsewastaken, @mentalc0re, @blackangel20001, @dreamwalker08, @sunshine51879, @lame-ass-mofo, @supernatralysupernatural, @jessleighton1512, @itz2323, @melliveshere, @trainerhaddock, @beenfangirlingsince1997, @officialjazzystyles, @f3owers33, @gatewayrush-20, @thebookwormfairy, @scarletdarkholme, @fangirl-living-loud, @honestly-who-knows, @ichbinannaaa, @katygracious, @savvy-360, @truestbeliever28, @tf-is-fanfic, @tears-of-a-pheonix-bird, @hungry-and-sarcastic, @cookieytb, @noatiram, @tinapondsmith, @rosiemay02, @lostgirl677, @fairyscorpio, @beautifulwar11, @djrotten, @3purpleraven3, @moowmoo, @ryleighw56, @mega-unicorn-poop, @thatcanadianfangirl, @im-disgustingly-vain, @marlenenewtona4, @draiela, @imagination-factory, @hiyo2002, @laurapigen1, @drxmomania, @irwinxmuke, @little-nya, @luzdellaluna, @hiitsmemimi, @petite-ladybug, @candlekandle, @ice-cream-dong, @bvb4ever1, @striderkelly, @dr-tardis-who, @cambrynlover, @alwaysprofoundprincess, @letsrockletsrocktoday, @swimmer111999, @goldenchandler, @just-a-bit-odd, @cereusboss, @tana-the-dreamchaser, @luntiet, @crazygirlwithalaptop, @random-fandom-omg, @carrieleigh29-blog, @uptonogoodmischiefmxnxged, @ace122, @mr-witherspoon-of-hampshire, @jeniferxo2, @books-netflix-and-pizza, @lovingdean, @ohrossyrossross, @fangirlingobssesed, @in-case-of-emergency-dial-411, @mokaakashiya0001, @rory-is-in-ravenclaw, @marryweatherskyler, @imagine-my-life, @hubbub45, @whiterabbit1802, @luke-hemmings-is-my-penguin, @itsmegz14, @faketextsaye, @bettycooperwho, @stellamisheva, @heyits-hannah123, @meliv99, @boybandsandallthat, @dauntless-breed, @the-shattered-tea-cup, @maxiverse, @justasimpleflufflypancake, @mooveluv, @greek-cloud, @megan20021603, @emmyirwin, @vviankaaa, @totallyincapable, @mackenziestewart2, @booksmusicfoodtravelmylife, @crazyrainbowlollipops, @stilesneedsprotection, @astheticfangirl, @evpgen, @lil-lex1, @becksy, @scarlettdalager, @confettigs25, @peterpan-onceuponatime, @sophiasescape, @kimini-soul, @misfitnightiningale, @mazerunnerimagines, @rayne-pans-babygirl, @thehoodedrogue, @magicalturtlemaker, @peter-pans-panda, @atlantianbloodliar, @nikkiannmx, @peter-pan-hoe, @alechongo20, @iam5sosaf, @criminalmindsfanatic01, @sujusfs14499, @booksandbeanie, @randomm-fandoms, @btchwithasnitch, @alaynaadams22, @annymcervantes, @esther99, @thenostalgicone222, @justsometwist3dream, @dolly-fresh

Wow. I had never thought that there would be at least 142 blogs who had liked my posts and with that, I’d like to thank every single one of you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, thank you for boosting up my confidence, giving me the motivation to finish up to the last kiss. Honestly, you guys are the best! Whether you are a follower or not, whether you are a stranger or a friend of mine, thank you so much. And to think I worry too much about people not liking my stories well enough. 

People, I hope the last kiss is up to your expectations and with this, I now officially close the Seven Kisses Series. 

Much love, A.

Siren (2/4)

Here’s chapter 2. I’ve had some (friendly) complaints that chapter 1 was too short and to those people I apologize because this is no better. I didn’t think the story worked if I did it in one long post, but breaking it up in quarters does mean smaller servings. Sorry! If it’s any consolation I am currently finishing chapter 3 and it’s set to be (a smidgen) longer. (Not to mention my favourite chapter so far ;) )  As always, thank you for reading and for all the kind words/likes/reblogs! They make my heart happy :)

Part 1


It had been a week since the kiss on the cheek, but the simple gesture had Finn floating ever since; his hope lifting him like helium. His meet ups with Rae had gotten more frequent, the banter had reached rom-com level, and Finn’s fancy was at the point of daydreaming about cute dates and night thinking about horizontal kisses.

He’s on his way to work, ridiculously happy, having just escorted Rae to the tube station. By some gift from the universe she had been early today, and they had been able to actually sit and drink their tea. His smile grows impossibly larger as he thinks about how they’d been discussing music; her arguing with him so animatedly that she’d knocked over the sugar bowl and had to sweep the fallen crystals from his thigh. He gets a tingle in his fingers as he remembers how he’d tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear before wrapping her up in a lingering hug. She smelled like apples and Finn’s mouth had watered at having her so close. After that he knew brief touches weren’t enough and he had felt the urgency to finally ask her on a date. She had blushed and, in true Rae fashion, teased him about having to “check her schedule to make sure she wasn’t already going out with some other bloke”. He knew it was just to push his buttons but he’d held his breath anyway. He wouldn’t be surprised if she had a dozen lads wrapped around her finger. In the end though she had agreed, leaving him with her phone number and an increased pulse. Finn’s not ashamed to admit that as soon as she was out of sight his body had done an celebratory joyful jig in the middle of the pavement for all pedestrians to see. He’s still grinning ear to ear as he walks into the locker room of the fire hall.

“Oh, I know that look! Saw the girl today, didya?” Chop yells from the other side of the room. “You realize you look like a lunatic with that face? People ain’t gonna trust you to lead them out a fire when you’re smiling like the fucking Joker.”

“Shove off, Chopper.”

“‘Ey mate, I’ll shove off when you grow some blimmin’ bollocks and ask the lass out. Archer and I got a bet going. He reckons it’s within the month and I say it’ll be a week from never!”

“What makes you think that?” Finn asks, suiting up.

“Mate, usually with the ladies you’re in and out…literally.” Chop pauses to make his brows dance lewdly. “But you’ve been going on about this girl for ages and nothing’s happened. She’s got you all twisted up. Face it, you’re meant to wank not spank with this one.”

“What’s the wager?”

“A night of drinking at the pub.”

“Well I hope Archie’s liver is ready, ‘cause I got a date this weekend.” Finn winks and saunters out of the room.

Chop’s hot on his heels and he claps him on the shoulders. “Fucking finally! Now you gonna tell me her name or do I keep calling her the ‘pussy unicorn’?”

Finn shoots him a scowl and shakes out of his grip. “First of all, never call her that again.” He points a warning finger at Chop’s chest. “Second, it’s exactly that kind of shit that makes me want to tell you nothing.”

“So serious, Finny boy!” Chop holds his hands up to placate him. “This lass has really done you in, ey?”

“Mate, you don’t even know. I haven’t even kissed her yet and I’m half in love.”

Chop stops walking and pulls Finn back. “Love?! Fuckin’ hell. If she’s got you thinking of the L word she is definitely a mythical creature. Scratch 'pussy unicorn’, how about 'sex siren’?”

Finn considers that, tilting his head to the side. “She is pretty fucking sexy.”

“Yes then! Now she just has'ta stay interested in you long enough for her to meet the gang. Think you can manage that lad?”

“Don’t worry, if it’s up to me, she’s gonna be around for a long time.” Finn wiggles his eyebrows and pushes Chop off him.

“Alright, then when are you gonna bring her 'round?”

“Dunno! Week from never?” Finn shouts over his shoulder as he walks forward.

Chop throws a pair of gloves in his direction. “Yeah you better hope so knobhead! The stories I could tell her!” Chop yells after Finn who’s moved to the next room.

Finn pops his head back into the hallway. “Alright, a month from never then.”


Rae adjusts the needle on her record player and tries to busy herself with tidying up her crates of vinyl. It’s completely non-laborious; she is literally only moving her fingers and shifting from foot to foot, yet she feels the gentle sheen of sweat on her brow. She’s aware of how unfit she is, but even this is ridiculous. Cause to blame? Finn fucking Nelson.

It’s Saturday, and their date is supposed to start in precisely 37 minutes but she’s been ready for ages. At this rate though, she’s going to need another shower and a change of clothes. She can’t help it, the sweating. Finn makes her so nervous she feels like she’s caught in his own personal fire; of which only he can put out. That leads to thoughts of him in uniform, which leads to her imagining peeling said uniform off, which leads to images of them both naked and glistening with more than just sweat. Yep, definitely another shower. A cold one.

She glances at the clock again and scolds herself for counting minutes. On the outside she’s been bold and flirtatious, but on the inside she is completely bricking it. Rae’s still stunned that this hunky, sweet, funny, frustratingly irritating, fucking firefighter is interested in her. She’s convinced he belongs in those calendars women claim to buy “for charity” where he’s topless under the suspenders and posing suggestively with his hose, not in a tiny tea shop flirting with the chubby girl who spills everything. Fuck, imagine that. 12 months of Finn in various states of undress. That hose wouldn’t be necessary with the literal flood in her knickers.

Looking at the clock again she thinks sod it, she’ll leave now and take the long way to the shop where they’re supposed to meet before she’s completely dehydrated from perspiration and arousal.

Rae pauses after exiting the lift. She’s surprised to say the least when she spies Finn on the other side of the glass doors of the foyer. He’s pacing back and forth, brows furrowed, as he mutters to himself. He fails to notice when she tentatively pushes through one of the doors, and now she’s close enough to hear his words.

He seems to be giving himself a personal pep talk, as she hears him say “Alright, calm the fuck down. She’s just a girl. A girl you can’t stop thinking about, but still. A human woman, not like a unicorn or mermaid or whatever the fuck Chop keeps calling her. A beautiful, funny, music loving human with…amazing tits - SHIT. Do not say that in front of her!” He shakes his hands at his sides, as if trying to loosen tension in them, and screws his eyes shut as he continues his monologue. “Just say, 'hey Rae, wanted to come pick you up’. No, too eager. 'I just happened to be passing by’…no. She knows you live on the other end of the road, knob'ead.” Finn’s shaking his head at himself, as he glances at his watch. “Fuck, still so early. Alright maybe another circle around the block…”

Rae bites her lip and chuckles, flattered and charmed by how flustered he seems. The sound makes Finn’s head snap up and his eyes fly open in alarm.

“Rae! Shit, uh. Hey. Er…I was just…um…” he trails off, one hand coming to rub the back of his neck, face and ears and collar all burning brightly.

God, what a sexy dork. “Hiya,” Rae answers, her own cheeks crimson. She feels bad for embarrassing him, but his display of nerves - for her of all people - has lessened her own anxiety. “Thought we were gonna meet at the cafe?”

“Right yeah, we were…but I…” Finn clears his throat and looks down at his feet. He takes a deciding breath before admitting, “look, I was excited for the date and I just…couldn’t wait to see you. Hope that’s okay?” Finn’s voice is bashful and the tail end of his sentence is so endearingly tentative that Rae is surprised she doesn’t drag him in the building and throw him on her bed.

“Yeah. It’s definitely okay.” She gives him an encouraging smile and Finn beams as he walks to bring them closer.

“At least I got all the embarrassment out of the way, yeah?” Finn chuckles awkwardly.

“I don’t know, Finn. The date has barely started. Did it feel like enough for the whole evening?” Rae teases, bumping shoulders with him as they begin to walk.

Finn huffs a breathy laugh out of his nose. “Trust me, it feels like enough for our entire relationship. That just became my new answer to when people ask what my 'most embarrassing moment’ is.” He shakes his head at himself, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he watches his feet.

“Hmm…and how long do you plan for 'our relationship’ to last?” Rae asks cheekily, using air quotes around the term.

Finn turns a deeper shade of red and begins to stammer “wha- I. I just meant…well -”

“I’m just teasing Finn,” she assures him, before looping her arm with his. “If it helps I thought it was cute.”

Finn stops walking and turns to face her. “Really?” He’s sucking his bottom lip and his eyebrows have vanished behind his hairline and Rae doesn’t understand how he can’t see that everything he does is devastatingly cute.

She nods shyly and drops her arm from his, only for Finn to grab her hand and intertwine their fingers. The gesture catches her off guard and her breath stutters, but she clears her throat and answers, “yeah, but I’m still glad it was you and not me.”

“Right.” Finn laughs as they begin walking again. “If it was you, you might have made me hopeful that you really fancy me.”

Rae hums through her lips that she’s pressed together to stop from smiling too wide, and gives his hand a squeeze. “Don’t worry. There’s hope.”


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green envy | | [ cheryl blossom & veronica lodge ]

a/n: I just want to clarify something before you guys read this, I’m not used to writing poly relationships and I have no idea how a poly relationship works as I’m taking a guess on it. I’m not poly myself nor been in a poly relationship so I apologize for any mistakes. Reader is gender neutral in this since no specific gender was given in the request and this got rather shorter than what I originally write but I still hope you like it nonnie. I think I might make an aesthetic since I have been in the mood for those so requests aesthetics if you want! Can’t believe how close I am of having 1k of you guys, it’s shocks me because I didn’t think anyone would read imagines written by me when I first started out. A bigger thank you post will be posted once I hit 1k but for now, thank you for all the hearts and reblogs again. Ships are closed for the time being and as always requests are open unless stated otherwise by me!

nonnie requested: Heyo can I get an imagine for a poly Cheryl and Veronica x reader where they get jealous af when someone flirts with you? Thanks :)

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               Relationship(s): Cheryl Blossom/Reader/Veronica Lodge (poly-relationship), Chuck Clayton & Reader (attempted flirting)


You weren’t quite sure of how it happened since it just happened as you, Y/N L/N were in a relationship with both Cheryl Blossom and Veronica Lodge. Yep, you just read that right as the two Vixens were both dating you as you had your own activity in the school. You weren’t sure what striked interest about although you have gotten some weird looks during school since Riverdale is a small town. After in small towns, people tend to gossip things that they have seen about said person. You were busy focusing on cleaning out your locker after it had gotten messy as you weren’t exactly a neat person when it came to locker space. You turned your head when someone said your name and tapped you gently on the shoulder, mentally cringing that it was Chuck but braved a smile as you probably liked him as the next person.

“Hey Y/N, how you doing today?” He says with a grin on his face as you try not to be rude since he was asking a simple question but you never know considering this is Chuck Clayton aka the biggest player in Riverdale High. But of course that didn’t stop him from going to pull some tricks up his sleeves and trying to flirt with you after you blossomed into a rather attractive person after the dorky braces and pizza zit face in middle school.

Unknownst to you both that Cheryl had stopped Veronica in the hallway, “You see what I’m seeing right Ron?” The redhead says as she turns over to the other, Cheryl was obviously more of the envy type and didn’t like people taking what was her’s. Especially you since you were the one who completed the little triangle of her and the dark haired female. “It seems that Chuck can’t keep his filthy hands off anyone, even our Y/N. I’m going to give him a piece of my mind and no, I’m not punching him. .least this time.” She smiles at her girlfriend like she was going to lose her mind as she tugs her along with towards you and Chuck, pushing people out of the way.

Veronica wasn’t as crazy jealous like Cheryl but she had some of it in her, maybe not to get violent but maybe to get someone’s face if they didn’t get the memo that you were dating her and the Blossom. But before she could say anything, Cheryl already had her following with little to no effort. But yet the olive skinned girl was glad especially since she didn’t want you caught up with Chuck after what he did to Betty. “Hey Chuck, you obviously can’t take no as answer can you?”

Chuck turned his gaze over from you to the other two females that were beside you, “I don’t mean harm here. Just asking Y/N out if you don’t mind ladies.” He says before looking back to you but before he could say anymore to you, Cheryl and Veronica moved in front of you.

“Y/N doesn’t want to go on a date with a player like you, you should get your ear checked. They said no, and no means no. Besides don’t we have a date already with Y/N tonight right Ronnie?” Cheryl says as she bats her eyelashes as she glances over at Veronica who nods.

Ron nods, “Yeah, what a shame. Y/N won’t be able to make it to any date you offer them because they are dating us. And yes that’s right you heard that right, Veronica Lodge and Cheryl Blossom are both dating Y/N L/N and each other. So bye-bye Chuck.” She waves him off with the redhead beside her before they both turn to you.

You try your best not to laugh but you let a smile on your face, “Thanks. I don’t know what I would do without you both. Of my fire queen, Cheryl and ice queen, Veronica. .although I have no idea what that makes me. .” You chuckle with them as you go to close your now clean locker, you think you should decorate it. Maybe Betty can help you organize it better when you talk to her the next time you see the blonde.

“Don’t worry Y/N, we’ll find you a title eventually. But right now let’s go our date, I have something for you and Ronnie to celebrate a successful six months of this relationship.”

Undisclosed Desires (part 8)

Words: 2.5k

Summary: You and Castiel return to the boys at the bunker and discuss Lucifer.

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The boys welcomed you back with much less issue than you had expected. It made you a little sad that they had been lied to so many times in their lives that it had become so normal.

“So, you guys kiss and make up then?” Dean asked with a silly grin.

You cocked your eyebrow at him. “Nah man, Feathers and I aren’t really the kiss and make up types. We’re more the hate-fuck and make up types.”

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AKA Answering Ask Time

Ah man sorry for just suddenly disappearing like that guys. Just I had to take a sudden break from tumblr. Anyway – I got several asks over the hours I was not on there… though I did turn it off at one point due to some hate being sent to me, which I will address below. I decided to go ahead and answer all of the asks that are surrounding the situation that happened and the events that happened due to it in this post. Any other questions that are specifically asking about something else (though mentioning a bit of what happened Monday) I’ll answer on their own and appropriately tag them, since I know a few of you were wondering about PJ a bit.

Anyway! On with the show! I hope that with this I can clear up a bit of things as well as give my thoughts on what you have to say about it! And I’ll be going in a random order with the asks… so bear with me! ^^

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Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Fic: I Am My Brother’s Keeper (Part 4 of 4)

By: @rarity-kasket

3k words, rated G

Being the son of Harry Potter isn’t easy and being the brother of James Sirius “Golden Boy” Potter doesn’t make it any better. However, as obnoxious as his brother can be, Albus wouldn’t trade him for the world. When Albus accidentally stumbles upon a secret, it threatens to break apart his already complicated and messy relationship with James.

@abradystrix and @autumn-of-ilvermorny, thank you, thank you, and thank you! Your insightful feedback really helped shaped this story, and for that, I cannot express how grateful I am for you two! You’re both so lovely.

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Sunday evening, Spring 2025

The evening does not go well. After their non-existent Sunday dinner, things goes from bad to even worse. Scorpius barely utters a word to him after they arrive home together.

“Scorpius…” Albus says as he watches the blond loosen his tie. He doesn’t know why Scorpius insists on being so formal at these dinners.

“Scorpius…”  

Scorpius properly ignores him.

“ Scorpius please–”

Scorpius is shaking his head silently. He slips the tie from around his neck. His eyes barely meet Albus’s. “I don’t even know what to say to you…”

“I lost it for a second. I mean, you heard what James said–”

“You don’t pay evil with evil, Albus. You pay it with kindness.”

“What was I supposed to do?”

“Say nothing. Turn the other cheek. Be mature.” Scorpius replies. “Do you realize that you’ve probably lost James’s trust tonight?  No, he’s not perfect, and yes, he said awful, hurtful things tonight.”

Scorpius looks up to the ceiling as he formulates his next train of thought.

“I get it. It hurts, coming from James. Albus, I–I just wish that you saw yourself the way that I see you. Clever. Thoughtful. Resilient. You’re not perfect, but I think you’re brilliant. Maybe if you thought of yourself that way, you wouldn’t see yourself as any less than Harry or Ginny or Lily or James. Maybe tonight wouldn’t have been such a disaster. I wish that you–you knew how amazing you really are.”

Scorpius’s kindness painfully twists and knots inside of him, worse than any cruel words or powerful hex.

“Scorpius–”

“I’m going to bed,” Scorpius says quietly before he retreats to his room.

Albus is left alone.

The present, Spring 2025

Albus is astonished to find Rose waiting for him in the quad after classes. He doesn’t know why she would be here, but when she spots him in the crowd, she smiles and waves Albus over.

“What are you doing here?” Albus jogs over to her, and Rose’s smile slips easily.

“Well, hello to you Albus,” she huffs.

“You surprised me is all–not that I’m not excited to see you. I just…”

Rose raises a hand to silence him.

“Relax, Albus,”

“Seriously, why are you here?”

“Can’t I be friendly and stop by?”

“No.”  

Rose sighs before she leads them over to a bench on the campus quad. She waits for Albus to sit before she speaks.

“I’m worried about you. Well, James and you…”  

Albus’s shoulders sag as he groans in response. “Why am I not surprised that the news has spread quickly?”

“Albus, you should know better. There are no secrets in the Weasley family.”

Right.

Albus can think of a secret that a specific someone has been keeping the Weasleys in the dark about.

“My mother says that the argument was quite awful.” Rose continues quietly.  

“Yeah,” he responds. He doesn’t know what to say. He couldn’t possibly confide in Rose, nothing stays secret in their family long. Then James would really hate him.

As irrational as James is being about this, Albus did something awful by risking James’s secret. He’s probably lost most, if not all, of James’s trust. To top it off, Scorpius is avoiding him.

“You know, you can talk to me about it.” Rose offers.

Not really.

“I just don’t feel like talking about James right now.”

“Okay.”

For a second, Albus is surprised by how easily she lets the subject drop.

“So let’s talk about something else.” She suggests.  

Albus looks at her strangely.

“Like what?”

“Scorpius.”

She grins at him coyly.

“No.”

“Albus–”

“Definitely not.”

“But–”

“I refuse to chat with you about my feelings for Scorpius like a pair of gossiping school girls.”

“So you do have feelings for Scorpius?” She asks.

Checkmate.

Albus feels his cheeks burn hot. He looks away from Rose.

“I refuse to answer that.”

“Why not?”

“How would you feel about me asking about Yann?” Albus asks.

Rose’s smile quickly fades.

“My point, exactly,” Albus says.

The two sit in an awful and long silence before Rose says, “You know how I told you that there are no secrets in the Weasley family?”

Albus nods.

“Well, I lied.” She says, sinking a little into the bench.

“You did?”

“Yeah. I’m…” Rose sighs deeply before looking up to the sky as if the rest of her sentence would be up there, flapping in the wind. “I’m not like most people.”

Albus looks around them. “Of course you’re not like most people, Rose–you’re the fiercest witch that I have ever known. The greatest Chaser of our generation–”

Rose stops him.

“No. That’s not what I meant–” Rose sighs and shakes her head.

“I haven’t told anyone this. It’s hard to explain to others.” Albus doesn’t know the words to comfort her. He doesn’t trust himself with words.

You don’t have to say anything. Just be there for them.

Albus reaches across and takes Rose’s hand in his own and squeezes gently.

“I’m asexual.” Rose quietly admits.

“Asexual?”

Rose nods.

“That’s why I make up all of those excuses. It’s easier that way. Instead of people looking at you like you’re broken or something.”

“Why would people think that? I don’t understand why–”

“Sex, Albus. Sex.” It dawns on Albus, and suddenly he feels like he is the wrong person to be having this conversation with Rose. His cheeks grow warm.

“Oh. Um… do you even like Yann? Not um, sexually. Obviously, but…”

Rose laughs. “Yes. I like him, a lot.”

“Why should it matter if you’re asexual then? If want to be with him, then be with him. It should be that simple.”

“Because,” she pauses. “People break up over sex. There will be a day when he’ll want to take that step with me, Albus. I don’t want to face the disappointment and humiliation. It’s better to spare myself the heartbreak. “

“That’s stupid!” Albus says sharply.

“Excuse me!”

“That’s stupid. And unfair.”

“Unfair?”

“You never gave him a chance. Yann is a big boy, and he can decide for himself what type of relationship he wants to be in. You’re making this decision for him without even talking to him first. If he cares about you, I think he would understand, and you two would make it work and I don’t know–fall in love. You’ll never know until you talk to him.”

Rose scrutinizes him for a long moment before bursting into laughter. Albus doesn’t get it.

“Did I say something funny?”

“If only you actually took your own advice.”

Albus furrows his brows as thinks about what could Rose possibly mean by–

Oh.

Albus abruptly stands up much to Rose’s surprise.

“I have to go.”

“Where?”  Rose asks.

“I have to… take my own advice.”

Rose smiles before standing up too.  Unexpectedly, she pulls Albus in a tight hug.  

“What was that for?” He asks, looking at her with surprise and wonder when she pulls away.

“For listening. It was the first time I ever told anyone. Now,” she says, “go.” Rose gives him a good push in the right direction.

Saying that you’re going to woo someone is a lot easier than actually wooing said person. Albus loses all courage when he sees Scorpius reading quietly at the kitchen table as sunlight pours in from their window and casts a soft halo around him,

“You’re studying?” Albus asks tentatively from the kitchen threshold. Scorpius shakes his head.

“Just reading,” Scorpius says curtly, not lifting his eyes from his book.

A part of Albus knows how much Scorpius hates to be disturbed from reading, but Albus doesn’t know how much more he can take of Scorpius not speaking to him.

Albus swallows thickly. Now. He has to tell him now.

Merlin’s beard, where does he start? What words does he say? He could really use James’s advice right now. His brother would know exactly what to say–

You don’t have to say anything.

Albus sighs.

Now or never.

Okay, that’s a little dramatic.

Now or lose all his resolve.

Striding over to their table, Albus gently presses Scorpius’s book close.

“I was reading–”

Albus takes Scorpius’s face into his hands and kisses him. His mouth writes an unspoken love letter across Scorpius’s lips. Paragraphs and paragraphs of adoration. Run-on sentences of desire. Messy scrawlings of ‘I love you’.

When Scorpius kisses him back, it feels like the first stroke of color on a blank canvas. Exhilarating. His heart thrums with excitement, and he’s afraid that it might burst inside his chest from over-exertion. Scorpius’s hands are in his hair as his mouth presses hungrily against his own. His lips are softer than any fantasy that Albus could have conjured up, and his face is warm from where the sunlight has bathed him. Albus imagines this must be what falling in love feels like.

He is more than content to stay like this all day, kissing Scorpius and letting himself be kissed by Scorpius, but there is this silly little thing called air.

When they pull away, they are both flushed and panting. The room is silent except for the quiet sounds of their breathing.

“How did you know?” Scorpius asks quietly, his eyes darting around the room. “Was I that obvious?”

“Know what?” Albus asks.

“Oh.” Scorpius breathes before drawing his gaze back to Albus

Scorpius’s face grows rosier before he stands. This time, it is Scorpius who takes Albus’s face in his hands and kisses him. It is a brief press of the lips. Scorpius lingers when he pulls away, and Albus feels dizzy with happiness.

“Um, so does this make us…” Albus trails off.

“Boyfriends?” Scorpius asks, and Albus nods. “Would you like that–”

“Yes!” Albus exclaims, and he feels embarrassed by how eager he sounds. Scorpius is supposed to be the geek, not him. “Um, yeah..” He says a little more casually.

Scorpius laughs. Oh, Albus has missed that laugh. It’s been too long since he has heard it.

“I hate not talking to you.” Albus says softly.

“I hate not talking to you either. There’s just so much that I’ve wanted to tell you. So much has happened, and I couldn’t talk to the only person that I wanted to.”

“Scorpius, I made a mess of everything.”

“Well, you’re fixing it. That’s what counts.”  

“I have to talk to James,” Albus says before finds the courage to quickly kiss Scorpius again.

“When I get back, you’ll tell me everything, right?”

Scorpius smiles. His smile is all dopey and warm and bright. It makes Albus want to kiss him again.

“Yeah, I’ll wait for you.”

He’s not even sure that James will be there when he floos to his flat. For all Albus knows, he could be working late at the Auror Department. Lucky for Albus, James is standing by the doorway, looking surprised as Albus steps out of the fireplace.

Albus doesn’t let his brother get a word in.

“I don’t care if Teddy and you are together. It’s never bothered me, okay? I don’t care as long as you’re happy, as long as Teddy makes you happy. I did a terrible thing by almost betraying your secret to Dad. I was hurt. I–I don’t know, I’m used to people saying things like that about me. For the most part, I brush it off. I just didn’t expect it to come from you. Still, I  shouldn’t have– I’m sorry.”

James takes time to process this all. Seconds tick by like hours waiting for him to respond.

“I should apologize too. That was a low blow. I don’t think you’re a dark smudge on the Potter legacy.”

“You don’t?”

“No, I said it because I knew that it would hurt you. I was…”

“Scared. That I would think less of you.”

James looks surprised that Albus guesses correctly before nodding.

“Yeah.”

“I would have been okay with it, I am okay with it.”

“I just… panicked when I saw you. I’m not as perfect as you think, Albus. I have flaws, lots of them. I have problems. Not like the ones that Dad or you had to face, but things still bother me. I know what people think of me: the easy-going ‘Golden Boy’. And sometimes, that pressure is a lot to live up to. It feels like I would be letting people down if they were to know that Teddy and I…”

“You don’t have anything to be ashamed of–”

“I’m sure that’s not how other people or the newspaper would see it. Teddy is our godbrother.” James says, walking over to the sofa before sitting down.  Albus sits next to him.

“Yeah, well, who cares about them? Our dad is one of the most influential wizards in the world. Our mum has the meanest Bat-Bogey Hex. Then there’s Lily, and Merlin’s beard, no one wants to get in a fight with Lily.”

“She’s terrifying.” James agrees.

“And you have me. I’m not that impressive, but I’m here.”

James smiles.

“You’re more impressive than you give yourself credit for, and you’re braver than you think, Al. Maybe there is a little Gryffindor in there.”

“I hope not.” Albus grins.

Silence settles over them before James speaks again.

“Mostly, I’m afraid of what Mum and Dad would think.”

Albus cannot predict how his parents will act.

“I know that they will always love you, and they would want you to be happy. Teddy makes you happy. Do you love him?” Albus asks.

He observes as the tips of James’s ears turn a scarlet hue. Looking down at his lap,  a small smile tugs on his brother’s lips. His eyes glimmer with something warm and affectionate.

“Yeah, I love him.”

Albus smiles.

“You’re absolutely vomit-inducing to watch right now.”

James laughs.

“Falling in love does that to you. You should try it.”

Too late.

There is a lot that he wants to ask James. About love. He doesn’t feel that courageous yet. Also, a part of him just really wants to keep Scorpius all to himself for now. He’ll tell James soon,  maybe at the next dinner.

“Do you think you’ll tell the others any time soon?” Albus asks quietly, and James shrugs his shoulders.

“One day. I kind of like it the way that it is for now.“ James says before he pauses to think of something. “Hey, Teddy has a meeting to discuss creating a habilitation and study center for magical beasts at Hogwarts. He’s going to be a while. Do you want to go and grab a drink with me?”

Albus thinks of Scorpius back at their flat, reading by the kitchen window.

I’ll wait for you.

“That sounds great. So we’re good?” Albus asks, and James throws an arm around his shoulders before tousling Albus’s hair. James smiles, and Albus can’t help the smile tugging on his own lips.

“Yeah, we’re good.”

Fall 2015

“James,” Albus whispers faintly, his small hands wrapping around James’s shoulder and shaking him slightly. James groans and bats Albus away,  rolling over.

“James,” Albus whispers a little louder before he shakes James harder. Turning his head, James opens one eye and glares half-heartedly at his brother in the darkness.

“Al, it’s late. What are you doing?”

“Can I sleep here tonight?”

“No way!”

“Please?” Albus’s lips puffs up in a little pout as he blinks those wide green eyes at James.

A sigh.

“Fine.” James says quietly before he pulls the blanket back for Albus to climb in. Once they were both settled in the bed, Albus watches James’s eyes slide closed once more. He admires the way that a patch of moonlight illuminates his face in the darkness. He tries to commit the image of James’s chest slowly rising and falling to memory. He wants to remember this moment.

“Could you not watch me?” James grumbles into his pillow after a long while.

“I’m sorry.” Albus murmurs. James sighs heavily before he opens his eyes.

“You’re being weird. What’s eating at you?”

“Nothing,” Albus replied quietly, and James tiredly pokes Albus’s cheek before yawning.

“You’re a bloody liar.”

“You’re not allowed to use that word.”

“Well, I’m leaving for Hogwarts tomorrow. I’m practically an adult. So that means I can do whatever I want. “

Albus pulls the covers up to his chin, his eyes shifting over to James. He hasn’t forgotten. It is all that he can think about. James is leaving tomorrow.

“What do you think Hogwarts will be like?” Albus asks.

James rolls on his back, staring up at the ceiling. Albus copies the action so that their shoulders press together.

“I don’t know. I can’t even begin to imagine. But I’ve been talking to Dad. He says it’ll be the best years of my life, and the people that I meet there will turn out to be the best friends that I will ever have.”

“Friends?” Albus asks quietly, grasping the blankets tightly. There is a terrible sore lump in his throat.

“Yeah. I’m going to make so many friends! You know, personally, I always thought it was kinda lame that Dad only had two friends. Everyone is going to want to be my friend.  Especially once I make Seeker my first year just like Dad– are you crying?”

Quickly, Albus rolls over on his side, his face turned away from James, embarrassed.

“No.” He says as he wipes his tears on the sleeve of his nightshirt. He feels James pull on his shoulder until Albus rolls onto his back.

“Hey, what’s eating at you?”

Looking up at James’s earnest brown eyes, it all seems to just spill out of him.

“What if you go to Hogwarts and forget all about us?” A few stray tears slip down his cheeks. Albus sniffles before wiping his nose on his sleeve. Albus feels his cheeks flushed with shame.

“Al, I’ll be home on holidays, and soon you’ll be there with me too. How could I possibly forget about you?”

“What if you stop being my friend because you made so many?”

“That’ll never happen. You’ll always be my friend.”

Albus sniffles. “You promise?”

“I promise.” James nods before settling back down into the blankets. His eyes slide close again.

“James?”  

James opens his eyes to look over at Albus, and he doesn’t look annoyed. Instead, he smiles tiredly.

“Yeah?”

“Stay awake until I fall asleep?”

James opens his arms, and Albus snuggles into his side.

“Yeah, sure. That’s what big brothers are for.”

First Thoughts on the Anastasia Broadway Cast Album

So I grew up watching Don Bluth’s Anastasia, like a lot of people, and it’s now definitely one of my favourite movies of all time. I’m also a huge theatre geek, so when I first heard whispers about an Anastasia broadway musical, I was VERY excited. Sadly, I haven’t watched the show because I live in Manchester, England (I read the plot online and I am VERY disappointed that Rasputin isn’t the antagonist), but I pre-ordered the cast recording asap (I don’t think it has every single song on it, though) and they’ve recently released it onto soundcloud here  and I have opinions that I want to share lmao. Also, these are just my FIRST thoughts, after hearing the album ONCE - in my experience, I tend to grow more attached to songs the more I listen to them, so these definitely aren’t my final opinions on this soundtrack.


Prologue / Once Upon A December - This very first song actually made me cry because of the nostalgia XD and also Mary Beth Peil has an AMAZING voice.

A Rumor In St. Petersburg - I also really like this song, including the additions they made to it. Not much else to say really.

In My Dreams - I got chills listening to this song; it’s so beautiful, I can’t wait to learn it.

Learn To Do It - Admittedly, I personally prefer the faster pace and more upbeat original version of this song, however this new version saved itself with the part where Anya flips her shit and has a go at the boys. Amazing.

The Neva Flows - So this is the antagonist’s (Gleb) first song, and uh…it’s pretty good, I guess, especially during the crescendo. They’re definitely trying to create a more humane “villain”, showing how he’s been affected by what he witnessed as a child. Still would’ve preferred In the Dark of the Night, though…

My Petersburg - I like the energy of the song, very upbeat, I love the ending buildup. And I’ve always loved how adaptations of films delve deeper into the characters’ backstories a bit (like Shrek the Musical)

Once Upon A December - Beautiful. I’ll probably always prefer the original, due to nostalgia, but Christy Altomare did a really good job capturing Anya’s emotions in this more vulnerable moment. They were right to not mess with this song too much.

Stay, I Pray You - I have no idea who tf Count Ipolitov is but this is a very emotional choral song, and has a beautifully melancholic melody. I love how Anastasia ends it.

We’ll Go From There - Awh, this song is so cute! I’m glad they gave Vlad (ha that rhymes) a song about Sophie- sorry, I mean Lily. Nevermind all three of the gang are singing it….I like it! It’s a good, quick way to show their feelings (which are mainly anxiety) at this point.

Still - Um why the fuck is Gleb in love with Anya. I HATE that. Haven’t they met, like, twice at this point? I’ve only read the wikipedia page for the plot so maybe I’m wrong. But still….fuck this subplot. So yeah this song is ok I guess, I think I’m just too stubborn about my dislike for the changed story lmao. I also quite like the whole….idea? of this song, how it ends with “but still…” like, it doesn’t need t explain what comes after the “still”, it just needs to show his hesitation/inner conflict.

Journey To The Past - I’m not bothered by the fact that they moved this song to this point in the story, it still fits well actually, and like with OUAD, they smartly didn’t change it much. And like with OUAD, I’ll always prefer the original, but this version is also amazing.

Paris Holds The Key (To Your Heart) - It’s a great chorus number, and definitely a good one to start off act 2 with. Again, I prefer the original, although I like how Anastasia has a solo in this one too.

Crossing A Bridge - I love this song, tbh I’ve realised I think I just love any added Anya moment now lmao. I’d love to see this live, to see the image of her on the bridge singing this.

Closing/Close The Door - (the wikipedia says “Closing” and the soundcloud name says “Close”). Like the Anya moments, I will lap up ANY added Dowager Empress moments, too! Her tired, hopeless emotions were shown a little bit in the original film, but I love how this explores them further. So low-spirited and heart-wrenching.

Land of Yesterday - Another thing this musical explores more in-depth is Russia in general, the state of it, its people, and this song is really cool. Lily’s voice is amazing!!!! (Caroline O’Connor)

The Countess and the Common Man - Awh Vlad and Lily have a love duet!! Fuck yeah! This is what I signed up for!! It’s funny, flirty, and all-round lovely.

In a Crowd of Thousands - I don’t mind that the story of how Dmitry and Anya’s pasts were linked has changed, because the new one they made up is presented so beautifully in this song. I absolutely LOVE Altomare’s voice in this, possibly more than in the other songs, and omg when she realises!! When she realises!! You’re like oh shit ! It’s her and they both know it now!! It’s also a nice development to Anya and Dmitry’s relationship.

Meant to Be - This was also in the original film, and I think it’s done wonderfully here. ‘Nuff said.

Quartet at the Ballet - The Swan Lake music gives me huge Barbie nostalgia! And then it blends so seamlessly in and out of the OUAD tune…ahh I love it. I like how it shows all these inner thoughts of these different characters, like We’ll Go From There. The ending with the overlapping solos is beautiful omg.

Everything to Win - This is a good song, but not one of my favourites or anything, it’s nice to see Dmitry’s conflict. The ending is sweet (or I guess bittersweet).

Once Upon A December (Reprise) - I’m not crying, YOU’RE crying!!!!

The Press Conference - Yet another good chorus number; I love the typewriter sound effects. And Vlad & Lily’s parts are quite funny (it’s funny when he spells out his name, for some reason. And her high notes at the end..DAMN GIRL). I’m slightly feeling like they’re being kind of lazy with the use of the OUAD tune, however.

Everything to Win (Reprise) - Nice!! Good! I like it!

Still / The Neva Flows (Reprise) - Can Gleb just shut the fuck up already. Yes, I’m still salty. (although admittedly this is a good song - I especially love Anya’s fierceness in it).

Finale - I’m not surprised they decided to end on Once Upon A December, and this is exactly what you’d expect from a musical finale, tbh.

In conclusion - I love the musical’s soundtrack, yet I’m still iffy on the whole villain thing. Feel free to reply or reblog with your own thoughts, it’ll be fun to discuss!

Aim To Misbehave Challenge

Originally posted by randomfandom-blog

So! OFFICIALLY, I am done with the move. I’m just in the process of tying up some loose ends. In order to celebrate, I’m hosting a Firefly quote challenge. You don’t have to have seen it in order to join, either!


Rules

  1. Fics must be at least 500 words, and please use a read more.
  2. Use #AimtoMisbehave in the first few tags
  3. 2 people per prompt.
  4. Please send me an ask with your fandom, and which prompt you’d like! If posting on a side blog, also include that.
  5. Co-authoring is welcome, as well. Pair up if you’d like, but just let me know both author’s names in your ask :)
  6. Tag @reigningqueenofwords If I don’t reblog it in 48 hours, send me a message.
  7. Any pairing or ship is completely fine by me.
  8. Supernatural, Marvel, Firefly, Lost Girl, The Walking Dead, Disney, Harry Potter, American Horror Story, Sons of Anarchy, and Star Trek are all welcome fandoms.
  9. Polyamory and LGBTQ+ are welcome (and maybe just a big encouraged lol)
  10. Include your prompt at the top of your fic, along with your word count, paring, and appropriate warnings.
  11. Have fun with this. Go wild! If you find yourself stumped, I’m more than happy to talk to you about your ideas!
  12. Fics are due by October 16! Masterlist will be up by the 17th.

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anonymous asked:

Why Do You Ship Bbrae???? Did You forgot about Terra? They obviously loved each other

Originally posted by totaldivasepisodes

Oh, anon.

I’m going to be honest; when I first saw this ask, I was confused. I thought; animosity? Is someone trying to stir up some drama or something? Is this a prank to lure me into a horrible ship war trap? Do they expect me to blast another ship/fandom in my response? Or is it just a clever ruse from a fellow BB/Rae fan who thinks they can make me talk bad about Terra and BB/T? :o The possibilities are endless!!

Ahem. 

I’d like to think I’m pretty open and obvious about my opinions on the controversial Teen/Titans ship conversations. One peek through my blog should give you a good idea. But in case there’s some confusion, let’s clear up some basics here.

No, I don’t ship BB/T. 

No, I don’t hate Terra. 

No, I don’t hate or harass other fans for disliking BB/Rae and shipping BB/T (just keep it out of the appropriate tag, and we’re cool, man), and I don’t go around preaching to them and rallying to change their opinions. On that note, I don’t hate and harass multishippers, either. If I find an individual blogger overtly obnoxious with their opinions (meaning it’s in the tag and/or they bash/generalize all FANS for liking things they don’t) I just block them and be done with it. Who has time for that sort of negativity? 

I don’t read any fanfiction that pits Raven against Terra over Beast Boy’s affection. I sure as hell will never write it, either. I don’t do love triangles, and I don’t ever bash any characters in anything I write because, in my humble opinion, my ship can float plenty without needing to bring anyone else down to do it. :) 

So, to answer one of your questions; I did not ‘forget’ about Terra. I don’t deny they loved each other. In fact, I often openly acknowledge their relationship in a positive light when I can in a lot of my work. I’ve even written a few BB/T prompts and one-shots, and reblogged some cute fanart/gifsets by very talented folks. (They’re all under the BB/Terra tag minus the slash, so I mean. You can look for yourself). I found the relationship sort of cute and sweet in the JC animated movie, and I’ve doodled some Terra fanart in the past!

You see, my goal is to give to the community, anon. Not to segregate. Which is why I refuse to fall into this clever little attempt at trying to start drama where there is none. My blog, although more prone to BB/Rae content because that is my OTP, is still a BB/T friendly blog. In fact, it’s just about friendly to every TT ship that isn’t dami/rae or wally/rae or slade/titans, and even then, I clearly tag them so followers who DO like the ships can blacklist those posts. 

So, I guess my question to you, anon, is what is the point of this ask? What were you trying to accomplish by bringing this up? Did you want me to compare the ships and state why one is better than the other? That’s entirely subjective, and BB/T fans are also allowed to love their ship with as much fervor as I love BB/Rae. But that’s not quite what you asked for. 

That’s okay though; I’ll still do it.

I’m going to answer your question, anon.

I’m going to tell you exactly why I ship BB/Rae. Buckle up; this is going to be a long ride. :)

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Dancing in the Mirror

‘I found a man I can trust, and boy, I believe in us.  I am terrified to love for the first time.  Can’t you see that I’m bound in chains?  I finally found my way… I am bound to you… I am bound to you…’  It’s 7pm on a Saturday night on Magnolia University’s campus and Lucy is relaxing in her dorm room listening to music when her phone rings.  
“Hey Natsu, what’s up?”
“Lambda Fairy Psi is having a party tonight.”
“Oh yeah, what time?”
“Starts about 9pm, wanna go?  All Gray, Erza them are going.”
“Sure Natsu, Levy mentioned she and Gajeel were gonna go too.  Come get me on your way and we can walk over.”
“Do you want me to text you, to let you know I’m getting close to your dorm?”
“Nah, I’ll just leave my door cracked for you.”
“Cool, see you soon Luce.”

Giggling in excitement at seeing her crush, Lucy sets to work getting ready for the party, it’s a big deal for her to try and look cute whenever she knows Natsu is gonna be around.  The two of them have been close for almost 4 years now and while their friends often comment or tease about their relationship, the pair have never crossed the friendship line.  

Neither had much success in dating others, and the times they try their friendship gets in the way.  His dates will get mad when they see her photo pop up as his phone’s lock screen or her name will come up too often in their conversations; her dates will get mad cause he’s over at her place every time they call or he happens to pop up wherever they are, etcetera.  The truth is Lucy is madly in love with her best friend but since he’s never tried to ask her out, or made any kind of advances on her she figures he just didn’t look at her in that way.  So, for the last 3 years she kept it to herself, happy to have him any way she could get him.  

‘Maybe one day he’ll finally see me…’  she sighs at the mirror.  

Knowing his favorite color is red and black, she chooses an outfit that she knows he’ll like.  The red ruffled skirt is a little short but she likes how it shows off her toned legs and the top is a black tube top that shows her midriff.  With a light amount of makeup and black 3inch heels the outfit is perfect for the mild weather they’ve been having.

So while she waits for Natsu, she cranks up her music, fooling around and dancing to the beats.  ‘Shower by Becky G’ comes on, a song she loves because it makes her think of him.  “This is my jam!  Come on Natsu!” she grabs a stuffed dragon doll he won her at a fair, “Let’s dance!”  Clutching it to her chest she starts bopping around the room acting goofy and singing to the song at the top of her lungs.  “…it’s just something about ya.  Got me feeling like I can’t be without ya.  Anytime someone mentions your name, I be feeling as if I’m around ya…”  

At that moment Natsu walks up and hears her singing in her dorm.  He grins and silently creeps in standing with his back against the jamb just watching her, he chuckles in his head.  ‘She’s so adorable!’  
Holding the doll out singing to it, “Can you tell that you drive me crazy?  ‘Cause I can’t get you out my mind.  Thinkin; of ya when I’m goin’ to bed.  When I wake up think of ya again.  You are my homie, dreamlover and friend…” She kisses the doll and clutches him against her chest.  “Exactly why, you light me up inside, like the 4th of July.  Whenever your around, I always seem to smile and people ask me how well you’re the reason why I’m, dancing in the mirror and singing in the shower…”

A slight blush falls over the young man’s cheeks as he watches his crush acting so silly.  Her outgoing personality was one of the first things that attracted him to her, of course it didn’t help the girl was stunning too.  Remembering it like it was yesterday, Lucy had just transferred into Magnolia High and through his friend Levy, she was brought into their group.  She had fit in so easily; sweet, fun, and really smart too; just the perfect girl.  But he had overheard her telling Levy something one day that kept him from making a move, so instead he decided to try and be her closest friend.              

“…They ain’t no guarantee, but I’ll take a chance on we.  Baby let’s take our time, and when the times get rough, there ain’t no given up.  ‘Cause it just feels so right, don’t’ care what others say.  If I got you I’m stray…” She’s got the doll held out again making it dance with her.  “…You bring my heart to life yeah!  You light me up inside, like the fourth of July.  Whenever your around, I always seem to smile.  And people ask me how, well you’re the reason why, I’m dancing in the mirror and singing in the shower.”

Now that the song is ending Natsu straightens ready to make his presence known when… Lucy plops on her bed hugging the doll.  “This song is exactly how I feel…  sigh… Natsu, I wish you knew just how much I love you…”  She holds the doll in front of her, “But I don’t think he sees me as girlfriend material…” and asks it a question, “I mean wouldn’t he have asked me out by now?”  The doll just stares blankly at her.  “You’re right, maybe one day…”  That’s when she feels the bed sink behind her and familiar arms wrap around her waist.  

“Lucy…”

Her whole body stiffens, “N-Natsu!  H-how long have you been here?”

“Awhile…”

The blood rushes from her face, “Did you h-hear…”

“I heard everything Luce.”  He feels her temperature spiking.  “I wish I knew you felt the same way I did…”

She tries to turn around but he holds her tight, “The…  Same way?”

“All these years…  But I never asked you out cause you told Levy you didn’t want to date anyone in the group.”

“When did I say that?”

“It wasn’t long after you started hanging out with us.”

She thinks back, “Oh… Damn…” and hangs her head.  “I was the new girl and didn’t wanna just start dating guys cause I didn’t want to look like one of those kinds of girls, you know the loose kind…”

“Luce?”


“…But now I feel like an idiot, I mean all this time…”

“Lucy.”  Natsu lets her go and moves around the bed to face her.  “Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing.”  He grabs her hands, “Instead of rushing into a relationship we built a friendship first, got to know each other better, and grew closer than most couples…”

Her chocolate brown eyes brighten, “You think so?”

He nods, grinning his cheeky smile, “So, will you be my girl Luce?”  Singing, “Cause you know you light me up inside like the fourth of July.  Whenever your around, I always seem to smile.  And people ask me how, well you’re the reason why…”

“You are such a goof Natsu!” she tackles him on her bed.  Sigh, “But I love you anyways.”

He flips her over, “Goof?  Says the girl who was just dancing like a weirdo with her doll…” His eyes soften as he brushes some stray bangs away from her eyes, “But it’s what I love about ya too…” leaning in for a kiss…

Peter Parker |Chatroom #2:Matching

Tony has created a chatroom

Tony has invited Y/N, Peter, Steve, Natasha, Clint, Bruce, T'challa, Wanda

Loki has joined the chatroom

Y/N: What do you want Tony?
Tony: What makes you think I want something? And HOW DID LOKI GET HERE?!
Peter:Oh- uh Mr. Stark, I’m kinda busy, can we talk later?
Loki:…………I have my ways.
Bruce: Tony…. You better not be doing what you were talking about earlier…
Tony: You’ll see science bro.
Natasha: Ugh, make it quick. Clint and I were training.
Clint:……I’m trying so hard not to stab Loki right now, but hi
Steve: Hey guys :D
Wanda: and I was baking cookies.
Y/N: Can I have some?!
Wanda: Sure, but don’t eat too many, I’m saving some for Natasha
Tony: So, do any of you have plans for Halloween?…
Y/N: I would but I don’t have any friends to go trick or treating with… me rn
Tony: and you Peter?
Peter: No, not really Mr. Stark.
Tony: Great! And I told you to call me Tony
Steve: I’d rather not go to whatever you’re planning, but yes, I’m free.
Loki: I agree with the Captain.
Clint: So are Natasha and I.
T'Challa: I don’t care.

T'Challa has left the chatroom

Tony: Geez. So rude
Wanda:I am free.
Bruce: You are doing exactly what you were talking about earlier. I’m free, but I’m not going to take part in your little scheming.

Bruce has left the chatroom

Tony: I’m not scheming!  Anyway, since you are all free, let’s have a Halloween party! I’ll even make sure there’s no alcohol!
Natasha: That’s hard to believe. But I’ll come anyway.
Y/N: Yay!!! I’ll have something to do!
Steve: Sure, I’ll come.
Peter: I’ll come since I don’t have anything to do…
Wanda: I’ll come as well.
Tony: Great! Also I have all your costumes planned out!

Tony has left the chatroom

Y/N:…..sure
Peter:……..
Natasha: I’m not going to wear the costume he gives me.
Clint: Neither am I.
Steve: Yeah that’s not going to happen.
Wanda: I am wearing my own costume.
Loki: I do not want his costume.

Y/N has left the chatroom
Peter has left the chatroom
Natasha has left the chatroom
Steve has left the chatroom
Wanda has left the chatroom
Clint has left the chatroom
Loki has left the chatroom

~The day before Halloween~

Private Chat between Tony and You
Tony:……So no one except Y/N and Peter are wearing the costumes I picked?…
Y/N: Yeah…I guess so?
Tony: Ok. Well, Y/N you’re going as Cinderella/Rapunzel/Ariel/Aurora you choose , the dress should be in your room, I had Natasha put it there.
Y/N: OH MY GOSH ITS SO PRETTY

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Tony: You’re welcome! Now I’m going to tell Peter what his costume is! See ya!

~The day of Party~

 Your PoV

“Are you sure Nat?” Still not sure if I was ready. I was curious to see what everyone else’s costume was, since we all agreed not to tell. T'Challa didn’t come because he was busy, and Bruce is here, but he didn’t want to dress up. Since Natasha, Wanda and I were getting ready together, we all got to see our costumes. I was (Your Choice of Costume), Natasha was Minnie Mouse, and Clint was going to be Mickey Mouse. Even though Nat didn’t want to dress up, Clint somehow managed to convince her to be Minnie. Wanda was going as Alice in wonderland. my costume is alice in wonderland btw xD

When we all went to the floor where the party was going to be, I looked around, and saw everyone’s costumes. Many people were here, but just a few people were in costumes. We were the last ones to arrive. Tony was Batman, which I expected, Steve was wearing a werewolf costume, Loki was…….Thor?….. and… Peter was….(Cinderella’s/Ariel’s/Aurora’s prince or Eugene). Tony must have known my crush on Peter!!!! do any of you guys play Avengers Academy? When Peter and I looked at each other’s costumes, our eyes went wide and our faces were red. When Natasha saw where I was looking at and why I was all flustered, she smirked and practically dragged me over to Peter while Tony: did the same and dragged Peter over to us. “Well, we’ll leave you two lovebirds alone.” Tony winked and walked off and Natasha went over to Clint. “Uh- You look beautiful Y/N, I mean, not that you d-don’t always but  What I uh- meant was- you look really pretty.” Peter stuttered out. “Thanks! You look handsome too…” I said, my face still red as a tomato. “I-I know this is late, but I was wondering, if you would like to be my date?…” Peter asked me, while he was fidgeting with his hands, looking nervous. “Of course! I actually wanted you to ask me…” I responded shyly. “Well, do you want to go dance?” “Sure!” I took his hand and pulled him over to the dance floor and we started dancing with each other.

3rd person
“I told you this would work Brucie!” Tony said, with a smug grin on his face. “Fine, it did work, but it still could’ve gone horribly. They are cute together.” As Bruce finished his sentence, the other Avengers joined in their conversation. “I’ll have to admit, they’re pretty cute. Good job Tony.” Steve said. “What did you do?! My sweet little Y/N is going to start dating your spider son!!!!” Clint asked frantically. “Chill! They look cute!” Natasha retorted, trying to stop Clint from going over to Y/N and Peter and ruining the cute moment. Wanda just squealed and took a picture.
The night went on, and the new couple had goofy smiles on their faces as they went to their rooms, Tony happy that his plan worked, and the rest of the Avengers happy that they didn’t have to watch them be so awkward around each other, and Clint was mad that his little Y/N was dating a spider.

A/N: AHHHH I’M SO SORRY THAT WAS TERRIBLE I really wanted to get a Halloween chapter out yesterday, but I didn’t know how to end it! So I finished it today with a horrible ending! >~< the next chapter will be the next part to Capsicle! Please like, comment and reblog if you liked it! 💜 (none of the pictures are mine)

Some thoughts on A&E and the Rumbelle fandom as we head into the finale . . . . .

First of all, I’m very grateful for Rumbelle for many reasons – the best being it sparked my writing muse again and that it’s brought me many new, wonderful friends.  I’m grateful it was created and it exists and will CONTINUE to exist for decades to come in fanfic.  (All you folks worried about no more fic or art – fandom doesn’t work that way.  If this is your first fandom experience, you will still be able to find Rumbelle stuff when you’re in your 70′s to show to your grandchildren. Count on it.)

All that being said … . I’d like to address two things in this post: The way that A&E handled Rumbelle and the way the fandom reacted to it.

First A&E:

I’m convinced that A&E fully intended for Skin Deep to be a one off episode.  They had no intention of exploring the pairing further, and only did so because of fan reaction.  There is absolutely ZERO evidence to the contrary.  In fact, all evidence in their subsequent writing proves me RIGHT.  They wanted Rumple to be and remain a shady character until the end, and with a character like Belle as his love interest, that wasn’t possible.  Which is why they constantly had to find ways to fridge Belle and break them up.  They couldn’t figure out a way to write her into the narrative without making adjustments to the story.  And they REFUSED to budge on that one sticking point: Rumple.  They were willing to budge on everything else but him.  (See: Neal Cassidy.  I won’t go into that here, you know what I’m talking about.  That’s just ONE example.)  

I also don’t think that A&E really understood how popular Beauty and the Beast were and ARE and I don’t think they grasped that a BatB story should NEVER be a one off.  They aren’t side characters, there are and always should have been a power couple on the show.  But A&E dug in their heels and refused to acknowledge that.  That was a serious mistake on their part.  Not only fandom, but the GA was willing to embrace them, as a complex couple.  

If we’d had a better writing team, we would have gotten that.  But we didn’t and now here we are.  We’re approaching what is possibly the end of the series, and PROBABLY the end of canon Rumbelle.  And the fandom is no more secure than it was when the pairing first took off.  It’s very frustrating and aggravating and I really wish A&E could see how utterly cruel they come off in regard to Rumbelle.  Especially Eddy.  

Speaking of the fandom … . . ahem … . . where do I begin?

The Rumbelle fandom took a VERY sharp turn in S4 and has become more and more fractured over the last two years.  We have factions, we have this group that hates that group and this group that won’t even acknowledge that those people are even IN the Rumbelle fandom and we have fandom policing and people blocking people left and right – I just don’t get it.  

For those of you who hate me (and are only seeing this because someone you don’t hate reblogged this and you’re quietly cursing them for doing so because now my shit is on your dash) – here’s a fun fact for you:

There’s a blog out there called @bellematters.  This blog was created in S3 by a Belle fan who has loved Belle since seeing BatB, who has been inspired by Belle and who was even moved to LEAVE HER ABUSIVE HUSBAND because of Belle.  Belle changed that person’s life.  She was tired of seeing Belle constantly shafted and sidelined and basically treated like an unimportant entity by the writers.

I AM THAT PERSON.  I CREATED THIS BLOG.

I walked away from the blog last year and left it to the other mod who volunteered to help me, because I could no longer support who Belle had become on the show.  I didn’t like the way she was written, I didn’t like the way she was being portrayed (no offense to Emilie – I just felt very chilled by some of her performances from 4B on, I’m sorry), and I especially didn’t like actual words that my former abuser had said to ME coming out of my hero’s mouth.  

But don’t you DARE tell me I don’t love Belle.  I fucking ADORE Belle.  I could write a whole dissertation on how this character literally saved my life.  

Because I chose to point out that Belle was being written OOC, that she was being mean, saying mean things, doing mean things, and often displaying hypocritical behavior – I was blocked.  I was shunned.  And so were many of my friends who were also seeing what I was seeing.

I really hope, when all is said and done, that somehow the Rumbelle fandom can rebuild and stop with the infighting and taking sides and all of that nonsense, and it IS nonsense.  It is stupid.  And it’s very naive to think that the people who ship the same thing you do should only ship it in the exact same WAY you ship it.  I really thought the Rumbelle fandom was bigger than that. I wasn’t asking anyone to agree with my perspective.  I was simply asking that people understand that it EXISTS and it’s just as valid as your perspective. It especially frustrates me when people who have me blocked that I don’t have blocked (I have THREE Rumbellers blocked – literally THREE.  There are reasons for that beyond “I don’t like their attitude.” If you can reply to this post, you aren’t one of them.) reblogging and liking my posts.  Or seeing them on Twitter saying EXACTLY what I’ve been fucking saying over here.  Cause we’re really not that different.  I just have a more cynical viewpoint.  I’m an old lady who still fangirls and I’ve got a different perspective on things because I’ve been burned BADLY in my fangirl life and never have I been burned by writers more than I have been with Rumbelle. And yeah, that pisses me off, because I really thought maybe I had found a ship that wasn’t going to screw me over in the end.  Sue me.  

So I’m putting an olive branch out there to anyone who has me blocked, shunned, whatever – come into my inbox and ask me stuff.  You can do it on anon, I’m fine with that.  I usually don’t like anons for stuff like this but in this case I will make an exception because I’d really like to see the fandom be a united front and not a divided mess, and that’s not going to happen if we don’t start talking to each other without judgment.

http://charmedrumbelle.tumblr.com/ask

Finally … . . remember the @rumbellelibrary?  Yeah, that was me too.  I kind of abandoned that in S4 because A) my then laptop was on the fritz and I couldn’t deal with it plus I was having difficult issues with my life in general, and then B) I found myself not caring because of all of the reasons I just listed above.

That is NOT a side blog.  It is an individual blog because at the time I created it I didn’t understand that side blogs were a thing.  (I’ve mentioned I’m OLD right?) 

After much thought, I’ve decided I’m not going to return to running that blog.  Ever.  And since it’s a dormant URL, I think anyone who is interested can take it over.  If you want it – it’s yours.  It’s up for grabs.  Take it.  Rework it, delete it, do whatever you want with it.  I’m sure someone can do something with it – if not, it will remain a Tumblr relic.  I’m just not interested.  I want to focus on my own fanfic and my original stories that I’m writing and I don’t have the time for it.  

All I ask if you do take over the library is that you please don’t block anyone, no matter how much you dislike them or disagree with them.  I made that blog for everyone.  Please respect that.  

If you want the blog and are having trouble claiming it (I really don’t know how that works) please let me know and I’ll find a way to get it into your hands.  

Whatever happens on the show this week, I’m pretty sure that I, personally, won’t be happy about it.  The show has burned me, personally, too much to enjoy it any longer.  But I’m still a Rumbeller.  I always will be.  And so will the people that enjoy the outcome.  We all love Rumbelle — shouldn’t that be the thing that matters most?  

MariChat May - It Was You - Day 28: Kiss It Better

Here it is. It’s the FINAL CHAPTER. Masterpost for all chapters to follow soon.


It Was You

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“Oh Kitty,” Marinette said as she continued to stare at him as he avoided her gaze, “What have I done to you? I was so busy being worried about how I felt, that I forgot about you. I’m so sorry Chat.”

“I’m Lynx,” he said briefly, but his eyes flickered with uncertainty and Marinette took it as a good sign that she was getting through to him.

“Ch-Lynx, I was scared. I was worried that maybe I wouldn’t like you the same once I knew who you were. I didn’t want to hurt you but now it’s so much worse and I’ve been so stupid. I don’t know why I thought I wouldn’t like you. You’re still you. And I love you.”

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