mr. & mrs

there’s one bit in the original Beauty and the Beast that’s bugged me ever since I saw it as a kid? It’s when Mrs Potts is sending Chip to bed and she says “hop into the cupboard with your brothers and sisters” and there are? lots of other Chip-like cups in there?

possible conclusions to be drawn from this:

  • mrs potts has over 20 children but only actually cares about one of them
  • there were tons of children in the castle when it was cursed and none of them bar Chip had parents or guardians
  • the cursed servants, going mad with the isolation, have taken to drawing faces on the actually inanimate objects and treating them like children

none of these possibilities are good


his fingers skimmed your face so lightly you questioned whether he made contact at all, “my little bird.” he whispered, “so fragile.” his hand went to the wall next to your head, fist clenching, “you know i would ruin anything that dared to touch my little bird.”


it appears i have a thing for the petname ‘little bird’ when being spoken by hella powerful men

Winchesters in Riverdale (Prologue)

After a hunt gone wrong, Y/N Winchester, the 17 year old half-sister of Sam and Dean Winchester, her older brothers, and Castiel are transported to Riverdale, a town in a different universe. While Sam, Dean, and Castiel attempt to find a way back home, Y/N struggles to fit in in the community of Riverdale. In a universe with no monsters to worry about, there’s so many questions that need answering.

Can she ever try to be normal after hunting for all of her life? Who’s the good-looking, mystical teen with the beanie who’s always at that diner? And will anyone discover that secret she’s been hiding for the last year and a half?


“Y/N. Hey. Y/N. Wake up.” a faint voice said.

You strained to open your eyes. The bright light from the sun made you close them again instantly and you let out a groan as you sat up.

“Dean. She’s up.”


You opened your eyes again, adjusting to the bright light.

“About time.” Dean muttered.

He was sitting on a rock across the dirt road from you while Castiel stood next to him. Sam was kneeling next to you and helped you stand up.

“W-What happened?” you asked, holding your head.

Sam looked at you.

“The witch, remember?”

At the moment, scattered memories of the failed hunt began to piece together.

“Alright, should be an easy hunt,” Dean said, handing you a gun. “Just a witch.”

Sam nodded as he pulled his gun out and you took your gun from Dean, looking at the house behind you. Castiel was next to Dean and decided last minute to join you in case you guys needed extra help.

“Easy hunt, huh? Okay. Let’s go.” you said, making your way to the rickety house.

“I don’t remember much. Just us going into that old house. We said it was gonna be an easy hunt.” you said.

Dean snorted.

“Yeah, “easy” my ass,” he grumbled. “Damn witch got us in seconds. I’ve never seen one that strong or powerful. When I woke up, I thought she transported us to a different town at first, but then our lovely angel friend here told us…”

Dean pointed at Castiel.

“We’re in a different universe.” Cas finished.

You rose your eyebrows at the angel.

“Come again?”

Castiel sighed.

“The witch didn’t zap us to a different building, a different town, or even a different state. She zapped us to a completely different universe.”

“Well, can’t you just… I don’t know… Zap us back?” you offered.

Castiel shook his head.

“I don’t even have my powers.” he said and you groaned again.

“Must’ve been a powerful witch,” you muttered. “So where even are we?”

Dean nodded to something behind you and you turned around, looking at the faded, 50′s-esque sign in front of you.

“Some town called Riverdale.” he said.

You sighed, looking at the town in the distance.

“Right,” you said quietly. “Well, let’s go. I don’t know about you guys, but I could use something to eat. We’ll figure out how to get home later.”

Sam snorted and the four of you began your trek down the dirt road into the small town of Riverdale.


A/N: That’s the prologue! It’s kinda short I know, but if you guys want more chapters, please let me know! If not, just regard this as a random oneshot, I guess!


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Interaction || Jughead Jones

Prompt from anon: Can you do a platonic Bughead but reader thinks otherwise and in the end Juggie clears it up and they get together? Make it a bit angsty for meh 💓

A/N: Some fluff and angst for you! Hope you enjoy!

Gif by @ravemreyes


“What if whoever killed Jason is coming after her next?” Betty asked.

You were about to comfort Betty and tell her that her sister was going to be okay when you saw Jughead put his arm around her, the blonde’s hand coming up to hold his. Archie looked at the two of them with a confused expression while Veronica turned to look at you. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you watched the person who loved, your best friend since childhood, being affectionate with Betty.

When did this happen?

You suddenly felt tears appear behind your eyes and quickly got up, everyone turning to look at you.

“I-I gotta go.” you said, grabbing your bag.

“Wait, Y/N—” Veronica began as she too got up.

Ronnie was the only one who knew about your love for Jughead. The two of you had a sleepover one night and you just couldn’t keep it bottled up anymore. You spilled everything to her. How you had loved Jughead since you were in sixth grade. How every time you saw him you felt your heart would explode with love. Veronica had begged you to confess your feelings for the raven-haired boy, convinced he liked you back but you just shook your head. You couldn’t risk losing your best friend.

But you just did, didn’t you? Now you’d never have him.

You shook your head, attempting to keep the tears at bay.

“No, Ronnie, I need to go,” you said again. “I’ll just see you guys later, okay?”

Before anyone else could get a word in, you left the student lounge. You ran down the empty hallway before reaching the office door of the Blue and Gold and opened it, rushing inside. You closed the door behind you, instantly bursting into tears.

It couldn’t just be nothing, right? You were Jughead’s best friend and he was never touchy-feely with you. It wasn’t in his nature. They must be in a relationship. What was the other option?

You dropped your stuff on the ground, making your way over to the table in the middle of the room, sniffling softly. You didn’t even hear someone open the door and enter the room until a voice sounded out.


You jumped and turned around. Jughead was standing ten feet away from you, looking at you worriedly. You quickly wiped your tears away but Jughead had already seen them.

“Y/N, are—”

“I’m fine, Jughead.” you said, attempting to keep your voice from wavering again. 

“You don’t look—”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Jughead. Okay?” you said.

Jughead was silent for a minute before he spoke again.

“Does this have to do with you liking me?” he asked.

You spun around, looking at him with wide eyes.

“H-How did you even—”

Jughead looked down.

“Veronica told me. Just now.” he said shyly.

You let out a frustrated growl, not noticing the smirk Jughead gave you.

Goddamn it, Ronnie.

“She shouldn’t’ve told you that.” you muttered.

Jughead chuckled, surprising you.

“And why not?” he asked cheekily, his hands going in his pockets.

You looked down.

“Because you like Betty.” you said quietly.

Jughead’s smile fell off his face.

“What?” he asked incredulously.

You sighed, refusing to make eye contact with him.

“Just now. You put your arm over her shoulder. You’re not an affectionate person, Juggie, no offense,” you added. “And, well, um, you never did that to me and we’re best friends. But you did it to Betty and then I just thought it was because you liked her.”

Jughead sighed.

“Y/N, that’s not why,” he said, walking over to you.

You looked up at him, heart beating faster an faster as he got closer and closer.

“It just seemed like the right thing to do, you know?” he began. “When my mom and Jellybean left, you comforted me like that, remember?”

You did.

Your heart broke at the memory of Jughead crying in your arms after he came home one day to no mother and no sister. It was his low point.

“Yeah, I remember.” you said tentatively, knowing this was still a sensitive topic for the teenager.

“It helped me. A lot,” he said. “I guess I was just trying to do the same thing for her.”

You swallowed.

“Oh,” you said.

So you had gotten all worked up for nothing. Great. You overreacted and now Jughead knew you liked him.

“Well, um,” you cleared your throat. “Thanks for clearing that up.” you said lamely.


Jughead chuckled again and took another step closer to you so your faces were inches apart.

“True… But there’s still the fact that you like me.” he said.

You looked up at the raven-haired teen with wide eyes and Jughead’s expression turned to one of nervousness.

“Y/N, I… Just… Can I try something?” he asked quietly.

His palm reached up to cup your cheek and you nodded. Jughead quickly captured your lips with his. His lips were soft and he kissed you gently, almost shyly. You deepened the kiss showing him that this was what you wanted, that he was what you wanted. The two of you pulled away for air and Jughead gave you one of his world-famous smirks.

“Still think Betty’s the one I like?” he asked cockily.

You giggled, looking down again bashfully.

“You know, as of this moment, I think it’s kinda doubtful.”


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