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Requested - yep by: @dbpie (Personal for Delaney)

I was thinking a Harry Hook imagine, where I’m the daughter of the queen of hearts and he tries to win me over?

Disclaimer - I do not own any of Descendants’ characters and/or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney Descendants

Pairing - Harry Hook x Delaney 

Summary – While meeting up with Uma, Delaney Heart, daughter of the queen of hearts, catches the eye of a certain hooked pirate.

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Originally posted by butterflywingednight

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Alive - Richie Toizer - Imagine

Originally posted by kulo-ren

Fandom: IT

Request:  Can i request a scenario where richie sees pennywise killing and eating reader which happens to be another illusion and reader just pops in and stabs pennywise :)

Word Count: 556 Words

Character Count: 3188 Characters

Estimated Reading Time: 2 Minutes, 15 Seconds

Warnings: Gore. Death.

Authors Notes: Enjoy!

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Love is in the Air Chapter 1

Pairing: Jared Padalecki x Reader

Word Count: 2100

Written for: @spnaubingo

Square Filled: Flight Attendant Jared

Rating: General (Rating may change chapter to chapter)

A/N: This AU fic has turned into a series. I’m not sure how long, but we’ll see where it goes!! I hope you enjoy! Thanks to @just-another-busy-fangirl for betaing, and @just-another-winchester for the aesthetic!!

Summary: Jared is a Flight Attendant, one of the best in the country. Y/N is one of the hottest Hollywood stars. Both intensely attracted to each other, but prejudices get in the way. Can Jared get past his idea of how Y/N should be? Can Y/N show Jared that she’s not the normal actress, but one who is shy and down to Earth, giving them a chance at love?  

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“Y/N!” You heard the young girl screaming as you rushed through the airport, trying to meet your flight. Forcing yourself to take a deep breath and pasting a smile on your face, you swirled around, facing her. “Oh my god, I can’t believe it’s really you!”

“Hello, and who might you be?” you asked, raised to be polite even though you needed to hurry to meet your flight.

Taking a moment to sign an autograph and take a picture with the fan, you continued your fast paced trek through the airport just as they announced last boarding call. Sprinting the last couple of steps in your high heels, you prayed for your ankles to stay upright, making it through right before they closed the door.

Breathing a sigh of relief, you turned towards the front class, grateful you didn’t have to be squished in with the rest of the group. It was one of the few perks of your job that you actually enjoyed. Relaxing in first class, complimentary food and alcohol. A chance to go over your lines in quiet, without your fans rushing you, staring at you like you were an exhibition in the zoo.

Sure, you loved your job and your fans, but you were shy and awkward in real life and those social interactions were stressful. You tried your best, but after spending time on the red carpet or signing autographs, you were exhausted.

Taking a deep breath, you were startled by the sounds of an argument coming from the front of the plane.

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anonymous asked:

Can I request a short fanfic of the moment where Saeran breaks into the apartment during 707's route, but for this request, 707 is just a really good friend? And when saeran breaks in, they find MC in an animal onesie and she doesn't refuse the offer for paradise, but instead stalls them by offering them food until 707 gets there (aka is just really nice to Saeran/not freaked out or scared). And then when Saeran leaves, he kinda starts to crush on MC, and you can go from there!

((Sorry, I kind of kept going and now it’s over 2k words now. Also Saeran may be a little OOC here but he’s cute!))

“The Special security system will be acti-acti-activa….”

MC looked up from her phone to look where the sound was coming from. She stood up from the bed and went over to the sound, but it suddenly sputtered out. After that, she couldn’t figure out where it came from, so she shrugged and flopped back down on the bed. Suddenly, there was a loud shattering of glass, and MC whipped her head towards the window. Glass was shattered everywhere, and MC was stunned.

How the heck? I’m on the 14th floor!” MC thought to herself

“Gosh…I didn’t plan on making a sound, but I suppose I failed on that.” A smooth voice muttered from the direction of the window

MC, not having anything to really defend herself with, picked up her pillow, ready to smack the heck out of the intruder with it, but before she could get off the bed, the young male’s voice shouted for her to stop.

“Hey miss, just stay there. You’ll hurt your feet if you step on glass. I’m climbing over the window.”

MC suddenly saw a lanky boy wearing black skinny jeans, a red tank top with a black leather jacket on top with the left shoulder exposing an eye tattoo climbing in through the broken window. As he came in, MC saw that he wore a black face mask that covered the bottom half of his face, and had white and pink hair. He walked over to her and softly smiled with his eyes. 

“Hello. You remember who I am?”

“I’m assuming that you’re the hacker since you didn’t come through the front door.” MC said in a monotone, yet irritated tone

“Smart girl. You might be able to understand me then.”

“Excuse you?” MC asked irked. “You saying you thought I was stupid?”

The boy ignored her and looked around the room absentmindedly.

“Wow, it feels so strange to see it like this…”

“What the heck are you talking about? Who are you and how did you find me?” MC shouted, raising the pillow above her head in a threatening manner

The boy turned to MC and smiled a somewhat creepy smile, and advanced so he was no more than one pace away from the terrified girl. His eyes showed no sign of harming her, in fact, they were rather kind, and MC found them rather attractive. She shook it off

“MC, Do you know that I’m the one who first talked to you about the missing phone? I left that strange message a couple days ago…And I’m the one who sent that email.”

“Wait, how do you know my name? Also, you’re the one who sent that email about Mint Eye?”

“I led you here, I know all about you. Yes, It’s your invitation to paradise MC.”

“Paradise?” MC asked, slightly intrigued.

“Yes MC, our Paradise, where everyone is happy. Magenta of hopes and dreams. I’ve come to take you there…I will explain everything once we get to magenta” The boy said, extending his hand to her

“That sounds great, but um, I’m in an animal onesie and I’m not changing in front of a guy who’s name I don’t even know.” MC replied, just staring at his hand

The boy stared at her, and after a moment, came to the realization that MC was in fact in Panda footie PJs, and was still holding a pillow over his head. A slight blush came to his face in embarrassment for not noticing. He retracted his hand and coughed uncomfortably.

“So, you going to tell me your name or no? I mean, if you’re going to take me somewhere, I should at least know their name.”

“S-Saeran.” He answered quickly, refusing to look at her.

“Saeran, huh? So, you want some snacks while I get dressed into something a bit more appropriate? Oh, don’t worry, I’ll change in the bathroom.”

“Food sounds nice…” Saeran answered awkwardly.

Saeran was internally freaking out because THIS was not part of the plan. Besides, didn’t this girl realize that he just crashed through a window….on the 14th fricking level? And here he was, introducing himself while she got food for him. He looked over to the shattered window and felt a pang of guilt. She probably didn’t have the money to pay for it to be repaired, and he could have just opened it without breaking it…

“H-hey, um , miss? Do you have a broom or something. I don’t want you to get hurt with the glass. Since I broke it, I figured that I should, well, clean it up”

MC looked over her shoulder as she made sandwiches. He honestly looked guilty, and so she brought him a broom and a dustpan to him, and he began to sweep up the glass into the pan carefully. She couldn’t believe that this was the same person who came in through her window and tried to whisk her away in her panda pjs.

She put the plate next to him and grabbed an outfit to change into. He muttered something that sounded like ‘thanks’. She then smiled, shaking her head as she wandered into the bathroom to change. She quickly got changed and headed back out to see the boy had taken off his face mask and was now munching on the last sandwich.

“That good huh?” MC asked jokingly

“Actually, yeah. I don’t really like bread, but this actually pretty good.” He replied, staring at the sandwich as if it would tell him why it tasted so good.

“It’s Hawaiian bread. It’s sweeter than most bread. I’m glad you like it. So Saeran, right?”

Saeran just kind of nodded in response.

So…do you wanna play video games or something? I bought a DS awhile back and found another one in a thrift shop for cheap. It came with these games…oh there’s two copies of Kirby, you wanna play?”

“Uh…What’s a Kirby?”Saeran asked, cocking an eyebrow

MC smiled and gave him a DS. He just kind of stared at it and MC realized that he had no clue what to do with it. She took the DS back and in and started a new game for Saeran, and he just stared at MC setting it up, then snapping out of his trance as she handed it to him. She taught him the basic controls, and soon, he was running and sucking up all the enemies. They then hooked up and played two player. She thought it was rather funny how he would scrunch his eyebrows together while he was focusing.

“Hey…um. I’m kind of hungry again…” Saeran admitted, not looking up from the game, hinting at the fact that he wanted MC to get more food.

“Me too. I’ll go grab us some snacks!” MC laughed and went to the kitchen to get snacks for the two of them

She found it rather funny that this boy was now playing Kirby with her, when just minutes ago he was going to kidnap her and take her to some “Mint Eye” Maybe going with him wouldn’t be too bad. He seemed sweet enough, and honestly, he was really cute. He reminded MC of her best friend Seven for some reason, but she couldn’t figure out why. She snapped out of her thoughts and got some chips for the two of them to share

“DAMMIT KIRBY! YOU STUPID PINK BALLOON THING! HOW DARE YOU DIE TO A WALKING LOAF OF BREAD!!!” Saeran shouted at the DS, growling as he was sent to the beginning of the level…again. He had gotten bored of waiting for MC and had tried to beat the level alone and, well…it wasn’t working very well. MC couldn’t help but laugh at how innocent he looked as he cussed out the happy pink character

“Saeran! I got the snacks!” MC cheerfully said as she put down the snacks and took back her DS.

After about half an hour later, Saeran excuses himself to go to the restroom, and MC resumes playing on the DS alone. Suddenly, there’s a bang on the door, and she hears Seven’s voice shouting from the outside. As she gets up to answer it, Saeran, with his face mask back in place, comes out and stops her. The door is suddenly thrown open, and Saeran grabs MC to keep the door from smacking her in the face.

“MC, I’m here! I’ll turn the special security system back on, gimme a sec.” Seven says, taking his backpack off and preparing to unzip it.

Saeran then walks up to Seven, grabs him by the shoulders, spins him back towards the door, and starts pushing him out the door. Seven is so shocked by the fact that there’s another person here and by the fact that MC isn’t freaking out that he just kind of lets the person push him out. MC begins laughing hysterically as Saeran pushes the confused hacker out the door, kicks him in the back of the knees, and slams the door on him. He then locks the bolt and tells Seven to get lost. At this point, Seven has snapped out of his shock, and is frantically trying to unlock the door to no avail.

“Who the hell are you, and how the hell did you get in?” Seven shouts through the door.

Saeran ignores him, and returns to MC, who at this point is rolling on the ground laughing her head off. She couldn’t help it. Seven’s confused face and Saeran just pushing them out so easily was hilarious to her for some reason. Saeran cracked a smile under his mask, and almost started laughing himself. I mean, he had expected to get revenge on his brother, but not like that!

“Well Princess, I suppose I’ll have to leave for now.” Saeran told her, trying to hold back his laughter.

MC immediately stopped laughing and begged Saeran to stay. MC suddenly realized that it was kind of weird because he was originally here to kidnap her. 

“Wait, is he still going to kidnap me? I mean, he is pretty cute, and paradise sounded a lot better than being locked in an apartment…with a bomb…alone.”

Suddenly there was a thud on the door and an ‘ow’, and Saeran decided that he could come back later, now that MC had his trust. Plus, he kind of had fun with her. He would enjoy having her at Mint Eye, but with his stupid brother trying to kick in the door, getting MC out now would be difficult.

“Wait!” MC cried out, getting Saeran’s attention as he walked to the apartment door, “If you’re going to leave, take this.”

MC held out the DS that he had been playing with, and also a charger. Saeran paused for a minute before taking the DS and charger and slipping it into a back pocket. He didn’t know why, but it was the first time he had ever received something, and it felt rather nice. He heard another thump at the door and sighed. He should get going before Luciel actually knocked in the door and she had to pay for that too. For some reason, he felt a pang of guilt, and looking back at her, he kind of felt bad leaving such a cute girl in an apartment alone with a bomb that was unstable. He shook it off though, and opened the door and watched his brother keep running and fall onto his face. He pulled down his mask and gave MC a quick kiss on the cheek and then ran out the door.

MC stood there and touched where Saeran had kissed her gently. She hoped she’d see him again. She really enjoyed the company, and honestly, getting out of the apartment sounded like a good idea. For crying out loud, Seven was going to set the bomb up…again. She sighed as Seven got up and went out into the hall to get his backpack.

Meanwhile, Saeran was scolding himself for kissing her. He didn’t know why he did that. He thought about it, and he supposed that she was pretty cute, and she was really nice to him. He remembered the gift that she gave him and promised that he would definitely bring her to paradise. She deserved to be happy….and maybe Savior would let him keep her. It was worth asking. With that, he ran down the stairs, excited to return to Mint Eye with the good news.

Imagine Sam, Dean and Castiel all being changed into Women after a witch casts a spell on them

You choked on your coffee practically coughing up your lungs as you saw the three standing before you in the library. “The Witches did something to our bodies!” Sam said waving his well, her, arms out to the side. “You….you’re……women. oh my god! I have to write those witches a thank you card and send them some fruit baskets or herb baskets.” you laughed standing up. “Dammit Y/N! This isnt funny!” Female Dean said. You stopped in your tracks and stared at them. “Look here, you boys, well…..girls now…..used to treat me like crap. You ordered me around, made me feel like I was just here to help you and please you. Now…..” you stopped in your tracks. 

“Oh my god…..” you whispered before laughing again. “What?!” Dean said crossing his arms. “The spell will play itself out, you’re like this to get a taste of your own medicine. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be relaxing, because there is no way in hell we’re hunting with you three walking vaginas.” You smirked walking away. 

It had been three days and no one had turned back yet. “NOTHING FITS!” Dean screamed storming down the hallway in a robe you’d given her. You laughed as she stormed in your room. “Relax Deana, Just borrow some of my clothes…Samantha did earlier as well as Cassie” You smirked. Dean grabbed your last pair of clean jeans and a flannel. “Easy there, Thats what Im wearing out tonight. I’ve got your outfit already picked out.” you smirked pulling out the black leather mini skirt with a red tank top. “Oh hell no” Deana said putting a hand on her hip. 

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A/N: Im sorry this is a crappy piece and I havent posted for a while, Im finishing Unspoken (The final chapter) and working on a cute soft cuddly piece for @ellen-reincarnated1967 :) Please get a small laugh over this little piece of trash and just wait until I get my mojo back some and this baby will be on fire again…..I hope lol

another little A/N: Guys, if you want tagged make sure you’re following my blog. its not letting me tag some of you and I think its because you arent following :( 

Endure Choices {SE One Shot}

So! Some of you were really salty I did a Bonkaifan preview and not an SE update and some of you were wondering where the hell the review for 1x08 is. Well, I’m doing the review now and I wrote an SE one shot which I was going to upload yesterday but work got in the way, lol. It’s fulfilling one of many one shot requests, which was for me to do a drabble/one shot of Elena showing up to the Steroline wedding. I hope you enjoy it!

Stefan paced the room, loosening and re-tightening his tie, rolling his shoulders back; the suit felt too tight even though he new it couldn’t be — Caroline had made him promise to have his clothes tailor-made for the wedding. Anyway, it wasn’t just the suit — it was the room, everything felt small and close, he was hot and he couldn’t breathe, he was agitated and anxious. No. Those were the wrong words. Excited and nervous. That was what was how he felt. It was his wedding day, a certain level of anxiety was to be expected. He gritted his teeth. He felt like climbing walls. Patches of sweat dampened his shirt — a less desirable side effect of being human once more. Everything felt so claustrophobic, he was suffocating —

Sudden calm.

Stefan paused. He exhaled. He relaxed.

After a moment he furrowed his eyebrows and turned around.


She stood in the doorway, blue jeans and sneakers, red tank-top, cropped leather jacket — the spitting image of the memory he carried of her in his head. The sight of her made Stefan feel faint and his knees threatened to buckle beneath him, it was as if a dream had found its way into reality just to torment him. But he knew it was real. The intensity with which his heart ached told him so. He couldn’t even be happy to see her, he couldn’t even embrace her, feel her realness, he couldn’t be anything but angry.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said finally.

Elena didn’t look surprised by his words, she only nodded slightly. “I know,” she said, inching into the room and closing the door behind her. “I just …” She swallowed hard. “I heard what was happening and I just wanted to say congratulations.”

Stefan nodded. He felt like he was going to keel over. “Thank you,” he said.

Elena smiled slightly. She walked over to him with slow, almost brittle steps. When she was only a foot away from him, her smile widened as he stared down at her.

“Congratulations,” she said again.

She stood up on tiptoe and hugged him and Stefan pressed her against his torso. He could feel Elena nestle her head into the crook of his neck and he closed his eyes at the familiar sensation of her nestled in his arms — he hadn’t realized how desperately he’d longed to hold her all these years, how his entire body felt devoid of real warmth i her absence. The piece of himself he’d been missing all this time had finally found its way back and he felt like himself again, felt whole, felt complete. It was Elena. He wasn’t truly living unless he was living with her. He —

Stefan’s eyes snapped open and he took a step back, shaking his head. “Why couldn’t you say congratulations at the reception like everyone else?”

Elena exhaled heavily. “I woke up and I was alone and I saw an RSVP on the kitchen counter and I just …” She closed her eyes. “I needed to see you before it happened. Before you became hers.”

Stefan glared at her. “And what about what I need? What about what’s best for me?”

“What are you —?”

“I never stopped loving you, Elena,” said Stefan sharply.

She pressed her lips together, silently screaming at the fact that the words she always wanted to hear were the words that also hurt her the most because nothing could be done about them.


“I know you know that. Everyone knows that. Caroline knows that. And you came anyway? I can’t see you today.”

“You think it’s easy for me seeing you here? Easy for me to wake up after how many years to find out you’re marrying my best friend? Well it isn’t, Stefan. I feel awful and I feel awful for feeling awful but I thought —”  

“No, I thought, Elena. I thought that this would be us.” Stefan gritted his teeth and hung his head. “For a long time, I thought somehow, some day you and I would end up together and the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do was accept that that wasn’t going to happen.”

Elena’s felt her throat tighten but she bit the inside of her lip to keep from crying. Stefan’s stare blazed with raw intensity. “You being here is messing with my head and that isn’t fair to Caroline.”

“I don’t want to hurt Caroline. Or Damon.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Because I never stopped loving you either, Stefan,” said Elena. “Did you really think I did? No matter how serious it got with Damon, no matter how much you tried to take a step away from me, you were always with me, you never went away, it wasn’t even something I could begin to fight, I never don’t love you. I just—”  

“What did you say?”

“I needed time.”

Stefan’s eyes widened and Elena put her hands to her head. “And what was I supposed to do, wait for you to fall out of love with my brother?”

“No, of course not —”

“He was going to take the cure for you, you two were going to have a human life together.”

“I wouldn’t have let him do it.”

“You made a choice, Elena.”

“And so did you! You’re marrying my best friend.”

“And you slept with my brother!”

“I know!” said Elena.

Stefan paused and looked at her. “I didn’t want to cause any problems between you and Damon.”

“I know,” she whispered.

“I didn’t want to pine for you and haunt your steps and make you feel guilty for us not being together.”

Her tone flattened. “I know.”

“I wanted to be happy again. I wanted a life.”

“I know,” she gasped.

“I love her,” said Stefan. “Caroline? I do love her. It’s not, it’s won’t be, it’s —”

“I know, Stefan, I know,” said Elena. “I just… “ She cleared her throat. Her face was getting hot. She couldn’t cry. “I love you so much and I had to see you before it happened. I want you to be happy, Stefan, I want you to be so so happy because you deserve everything and Caroline is great, she’s kind of the perfect woman.”

Stefan stared at her.

“That’s what I wanted to say,” said Elena. “Be happy.” She turned around and opened the door and before he could think twice about what he was about to say, Stefan started to speak.

“I’ll … I’ll never love anyone the way I love you, Elena,” he said. “I just … I can’t. You’re the love of my life.”

She paused at the door and turned her head to face him. “And don’t ever think I could ever love anyone the way I love you. You’re the one. The minute you bumped into me in the hallway I knew you were the one.” She smiled sadly. “You make a dapper groom Stefan Salvatore.” And then she left, closing the door.


When Elena heard the door click behind her, she bent over and started hyperventilating, trying to catch her breath. She didn’t even hear the footsteps in the hallway.

“Elena? Elena is that you?”

Get it together, Elena, please, get it together. She stood up, subtly trying to control her breathing as she did. “Bonnie?”

They stared at each other for a moment, both of them paralyzed in a shocked happiness and then they ran toward each other and hugged.

Elena smiled. “I’ve missed you,” she said.  

“I can’t believe this. How is this possible?” said Bonnie. “How did you—?”

“I … I don’t know, I thought you did it!”

“No,” said Bonnie, shaking her head. She hugged her tighter. “No, I wish I did. I wanted to try, Elena, but Kai said —”

“It doesn’t matter,” said Elena, smiling. “We’ll figure it out later, let me just …” She pulled away to see Bonnie and giggled as she touched her face. “You’re real. This happening. I can’t believe it.”

“Oh my God, Caroline is going to freak! This was the best day to wake up!”

Elena’s smile faltered slightly but she did her best to perk back up, hoping Bonnie didn’t notice. “Yeah it is. I, um, I wanted to wish her well but I still don’t quite right so I think I’ll just see her and then go.”

“Yeah,” said Bonnie. “Yeah if you’re not feeling well. Let’s go.”

She took Elena by the hand and led her through the hallway and down the stairs. “Wait until you meet Josie and Lizzie, they’re the cutest things in the entire world. If Caroline doesn’t watch out, I might steal them from her. Is that a bad joke to make since they were kind of kidnapped?”


“Sorry, you probably have no idea what I’m talking about,” said Bonnie. “How long have you been awake? I’m guessing you didn’t get to read any of our journal entries yet.”

“Only a few…”

Bonnie opened a door with white tulle over the frame. “I’ve got a surprise for you!”

“Bonnie! A surprise? I’m having a meltdown here, Josie spilled something all over her flower girl dress and —”

Caroline stopped speaking when she turned around to face the door. She looked from Elena to Bonnie and back again. “Elena? Is this … Bonnie, what did you do?”

“I didn’t do it, she just woke up and —”

“Oh my God, this is amazing!” Caroline exclaimed. She ran over to Elena and hugged her. “It must be a June wedding miracle! Even if it isn’t in June but whatever, that’s not the point. Elena, you’re here!”

Elena smiled. It was the strangest sensation to feel so utterly glad to see her friend again and to be completely devastated about the circumstances with which they were seeing each other. She pulled away. “Congratulations,” she barely gasped. “I just …I wanted to tell you congratulations.”

“Wait a minute,” said Caroline. “Why are you saying it like you’re not staying? You’re a bridesmaid.”

Elena’s eyes widened slightly. “I don’t have a dress.”

“OK you might think this is crazy but I sort of had your bridesmaid dress made and I brought it with me. I know it’s a little insane but I don’t know I just needed to feel like you were here too and bringing the dress here just made it feel like you would come to put it on. I’m a total nutcase, right?”

“No,” said Elena. “No, that’s sweet. I just … I don’t feel quite oriented, you know, like I just woke up and —”

“But it’s my wedding day,” said Caroline. “You and Bonnie are my best friends and it’s all a girl really wants, to share one of the greatest days of their lives with their best friends, right?”

Each of Caroline’s words felt like a blow to Elena’s chest, causing her to hold her breath. She felt like she was going to collapse. “OK,” she said. “I’ll get ready.”


Stefan could feel the emotion swell in his gut, choking his windpipe but he cleared his throat — he would endure and he would endure dry-eyed. As long as Elena managed to leave then it would be fine, he would be fine. A knock on the door.

“Come on, little brother, it’s show time.”

Stefan sighed. He could do this. He would do this. He would be happy and in love and it would be with Caroline Forbes, a woman he very much cared for. His promulgations felt much less hollow in Elena’s absence and now that she was back, she awakened in him all that he’d been missing for nearly five years but he made a choice, he made a choice and he was seeing it through because it was a good choice, a rational choice.

“Stefan, man, let’s go.”

“Yeah, Damon, I’m coming.”

He wondered if he should tell him Elena was awake but then it would bring about too many hurtful questions, like why Elena went to him first and not Damon. Stefan was sure Elena went to see Bonnie and Caroline, they could be the ones to tell Damon she was awake.

Stefan opened the door and smiled when Damon saw him. “Looking sharp,” he said. “Ready to end your life as a free man?”

“Funny and original, Damon, thank you.”

Damon grinned and clapped Stefan on the shoulder. “Let’s go.”


Stefan stood at the altar, looking out at the tons of people sitting in the rows of chairs in front of him. He knew probably five of them and two of those people were Matt Donovan and his father. The decorations were extravagant but poised, everything very much a reflection of Caroline’s taste; rather than feeling like the groom, he felt like a groom, like he was playing a role for a magazine shoot.

The music sounded and Stefan smiled fondly as Josie and Lizzie littered the aisle with pink rose petals. Bonnie walked down after them with that easy grace only she could ever possess and that Stefan had always admired. A woman from Caroline’s work walked down after her and Stefan smiled politely when she made her way to the front. He turned back toward the aisle, preparing to see Caroline, no preparing to see his bride, his soon-to-be wife, his —

Stefan’s stomach dropped.

No. NO.

Elena walked stiffly down the aisle, her eyes lowered to the bouquet she held in her hands. Stefan barely heard Damon’s whisper. “Elena?”

A hole had gnawed its way through Stefan’s gut, emptying his very centre and his heart thudded painfully, everything inside of him was screaming. She couldn’t be here. Every step she took toward him felt like a jab in his chest and he was desperately thankful that he was not a vampire because he didn’t think he would be able to bear the anguish that was currently working its way through him if he was still subjected to that condition; if he had still been a vampire, the pain would’ve broken him apart.

Elena made it to the altar and Damon shifted to go to her but she shook her head slightly. “After,” she whispered.

She shifted her focus to Stefan who looked at her with angry betrayal. How could you do this to me.

Elena furrowed her eyebrows, her eyes shining with unshed tears. I had no choice. I’m sorry.

Stefan closed his eyes for a brief second and then took in a deep breath. We will endure this.

Elena swallowed and then found a spot next to Bonnie, tight-lipped and staring straight ahead directly past Stefan.

The wedding march sounded and all the guests stood up. Stefan turned toward the aisle again and saw Caroline walk down the steps toward him. She did look very pretty. Beautiful. Her blonde curls radiant in the sun but Stefan could only look at her, he couldn’t see her, not really, not with his entire being because it was attuned elsewhere, synced to Elena and he felt her everywhere as he watched Caroline walk toward him.  

He should do it, call it off, no one would have to know why, he could be the asshole who humiliated Caroline at her own wedding, it had to be better than this, right? It had to be better than shackling her to him instead of bonding her, leaving her wanting for something he couldn’t for the life of him give her.  

Stefan jerked as if he were about to move forward and speak but something held him back, a strong aura, a silent plea. Elena. He could feel her screaming at him even though he wasn’t looking at her and she wasn’t speaking. He knew in her mind she was yelling at him to stop, to endure, to be happy, to make Caroline happy, he’d made a choice after all.

He couldn’t breathe.

Caroline made it to the altar and Stefan took her by the hand as she moved to stand in front of him. He could see Elena in the periphery, just behind Caroline and a little to the right. Her head was turned toward them like the other bridesmaids but her eyes were lowered. Stefan looked back to Caroline who was smiling incredulously. She put her hand on his cheek.

“Aww, your face is red,” she said. “Are you going to cry?”

“No,” Stefan whispered. He smiled. “I won’t cry, I promise.”

She giggled.

Damon started the proceedings and something within Elena shrunk painfully, there was a weight on her chest that made her want to sink onto the floor. It hurt her to be so devastated with grief on her best friend’s wedding day and she wanted to the ceremony to be over so she could feel ashamed in private, so she could endure the extent of her sorrow alone because watching the two of them together opened within her a wound beyond healing

“The couple has prepared their own vows…”

Elena closed her eyes at the words. Is this what she woke up for? To suffer for a choice she thought she needed to make but that only caused her massive destruction.


Caroline fumbled with the piece of paper she’d written her vows on and it fell to the floor. When she bent to pick it up, Elena took this moment to glance at Stefan. Just once. When he wasn’t paying attention. She lifted her head slightly to gaze at him and saw that he was already looking at her, raw-eyed and clenched jaw. Her lips parted. Something within her contracted. And she felt the tears before she knew what was happening; she didn’t sniffle or blubber, she merely cried silently, stoically, accepting the warm streaks down her face.

The emotion that had been swelling in Stefan’s chest burst beyond repression and a tear dropped from his eye as he watched Elena cry. Caroline stood back up, blocking most of Elena from Stefan. She looked at him.

“You did cry,” she said.

“Sorry,” he gasped as another tear fell. “I am so sorry.”

Caroline smiled and started to read her vows as Stefan and Elena kept each other in their sights, staring at one another through the corners of their eyes, as one tear fell after the other.

Damon turned to Stefan. “Brother, your turn.”

Stefan’s eyes fluttered. He refocused his attention to Caroline who beamed at him. “Caroline, I …” He pressed his lips together.“I am not a perfect man and I never want to hurt you. Ever. You’ve seen me through so much. So I … I vow to you today to do everything in my power to be the man that you deserve…”

Elena chewed on her bottom lip as another tear fell, the salty sadness stinging her tongue. Stefan powered through even though he was torn inside with longing and guilt and shame and sadness.

At the back of the venue, behind the guests, two people listened to the ceremony with lazy expressions; one was picking at her nails and the other was eating some of the wedding cake with his fingers.

“I have to say, I’m disappointed. All I heard in Hell were stories about the Infamous Katherine Pierce and your flare for making an entrance. All you did was wake up Elena Gilbert. Not to brag, but the last time I crashed a wedding, the bride died and so did, like, fifty guests. This is just boring.”

Katherine turned to Kai. “This is more personal than that. I don’t just want to kill them for what they did to me, I want to destroy their lives and everyone knows, including Caroline but she’s just being an idiot, that Stefan Salvatore and bland, simple, self-righteous Little Miss Elena Gilbert are each other’s One True Loves. They will never get over each other. And nothing pleases me more than Stefan watching Elena watch him marry her best friend while Damon watches Elena’s reaction to Stefan marrying Caroline and Caroline being Caroline and burying her head in the sand, acting like none of this is happening. It’s going to rip them all apart until finally one of them snaps and I’m going to be there when that happens. They’re going to destroy themselves over this little love rhombus and then when they’ve psychologically and emotionally torn each other to shreds, I will kill them all.”

*Fun fact* I was trying to recreate a scene from a Chinese drama called The Princess Weiyoung:

Did I succeed?

Witch Character Sketch

I posted this awhile ago, but I just remembered it because of the witch ask.

Also, feel free to use this template for answering questions about your OCs but please don’t “steal” this character because I think I’ll use her in a future story- probably in a combo with my recent Vampire Witch prompt

General Information-
°Name: Ember P. Lynx
°Gender: Female
°Sexuality: Bi
°Birthday: April 15th
°Age: 22

Physical Appearance-
○Height: 5'8"
○Hair Type: wavy/curly
○Hair Length: mid-back
○Hair Color: red/orange
○Skin Color: creamy/pale
○Body Shape: slightly curvy, but not quite hourglass
○Weight: average
○Eye Color: honey w/ gold amd green flecks
○Freckles: yes, across cheeks and nose
○Birthmarks: crescent moon shaped on right heel
○Oddities: mildly pointed ears

●Common Outfit: leather jacket, black combat boots, red tank top, jeans/leggings
●Fancy Outfit: red, form fitting dress; black heels
●Other Common Outfit: black jeans, vans, flannel
●Typical Makeup: winged eyeliner, red lipstick
●Accessories: locket necklace, gemstone ring, messenger bag
●Hair: natural and down, or in a pony tail with a few strands falling out to frame face

♡Positive Traits: confident, fierce, brave, intelligent, loyal, determined, bold, free-spirited adventurous, curious
♡Negative Traits: temperamental, argumentative, impatient, bossy, skeptical, stubborn, reckless, commitment Issues
♡Spirit Animal: wolf (would be an alpha)
♡Fears: not being in control, failure
♡Hopes/Dreams: have a fun life, travel the world, lead coven
♡Mental State: stable
♡Favourite Motto: life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all
♡Religion: between agnostic and the coven’s religion
♡Core Beliefs: live life to the fullest blood Makes you related, but loyalty makes you family.
♡Zodiac Sign: Aries

Family and Relationships-
•Father: she is mistrustful of his motives; he worries about her
•Twin Brother: protective of each other
•Mother: died during childbirth, Ember doesn’t miss her
•Status: single, often engages in flings
•Friends: very close inner circle; would die for them
• Enemies: sketchy coven members, potentially the leader
• Coven: is friendly with most members, views as family

Witch Stuff-
♢Loves her coven, wants to lead one day
♢1 of 42 members in coven
♢active participant in rituals
♢Determined to master a temporary wings spell
♢Current favorite ppell is a plant growth spell or an animal summoning spell
♢Is fraid that current leader of coven is up to something
♢Coven acceptance and position decided through earning it
♢Blood related/family ties in relation to social class still leaks through
♢Full fledged member, not in council
♢Would never give up witchcraft

Love is in the Air Teaser

Here is a little teaser of my new small up and coming story!!

Jared Padalecki x Reader

Story Summary: Jared is a Flight Attendant, one of the best in the country. Y/N is one of the hottest Hollywood stars. Both intensely attracted to each other, but prejudices get in the way. Can Jared get past his idea of how Y/N should be? Can Y/N show Jared that she’s not the normal actress, but one who is shy and down to Earth, giving them a chance at love?  

Read below for an excerpt from the first chapter:

Rolling my eyes, I handed out the complimentary champagne to the older woman, not even a bit surprised when her eyes raked up and down my body. Pasting a smile on my face, I took her order for food, before turning on to the next person.

It wasn’t until I came to almost the last seat that I saw her. She was sitting there, all by herself, dressed in a pair of faded jeans, a white tank top with a leather jacket over it. Red heels completed the outfit. My gaze moved up, to her face, caught unaware with how beautiful she was. It was a classic beauty, with her plump lips, minimal makeup and her hair braided gracefully across one shoulder. Her e/c eyes were focused on the paper in her hands, and as I tried to clear my throat, I realized what she was looking at.

It was a script, for an up and coming movie you couldn’t help but here about. It was the only thing people would talk about. Social media, the news. Even my Mom had talked about it the last time I called her.

But seeing that script in this beautiful woman’s hands made me realize she was just like the rest of the people in first class. Another Hollywood actress who no doubt thought she was better than anyone else.

“Do you want anything to drink?” I grumbled, furious that I felt attracted to this shell of a woman.

*What do you think??? I’ve never really written anything like this before!!

to build a home (1/?)

summary: Lifelong orphan and wanderer Emma Swan moves to Storybrooke, Maine in search for a home. Content with a new job as deputy, she meets Killian Jones, director of an orphanage. It doesn’t take long for sparks to fly, but will Emma finally be able to settle down and find a home here? 

word count: ~3900

also found on:, ao3


Emma Swan washes her face in the sink of the ladies bathroom. She uses a paper towel to dry off and meets her own eyes in the mirror, finding dark circles under the green of her irises.

Her hair is knotted and flat, so Emma pulls it up into a ponytail and nervously nibbles on her lower lip. She’s a royally hot mess, but it’s not as if she has any way of resolving this issue. At least, not right now.

It’s her first day as Storybrooke’s newest deputy, a job she wouldn’t have necessarily chosen for herself, but with the pressure of needing something to get by and the offer given to her by the town’s sheriff, she couldn’t refuse.

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Hands of an Artist, Lips of an Angel

Part 2/3

Summary: “You’re the one person who can do my elaborate stage makeup, so every night you spend half an hour in close proximity to my face and I want to kiss you so badly.” Killian is an actor and Emma is his makeup artist.

Notes: Okay, so I was talked into writing another chapter, and now there will be a third part as well : )

Read: Part 1


Emma was nervous. And not the type of nervous that patients got before a doctor’s appointment or a student got before a big test. She wasn’t afraid of failure, not really. She has always been confident in everything she did. Because she always loved what she did. Four years ago she was just an artist with a dream and had a passion to fulfill that dream. That all changed after she went to school. Thanks to the eight-week advanced makeup application course she took, she gained an edge over other artists; learning the differences between the types of jobs and techniques involved, and learning how to work with different lighting, camera angles and scripts as a professional makeup artist.

Then, after she moved to Vancouver, getting offered the job as Robbie Gold’s makeup artist was a blessing. She had watched ‘The Lost Boys’ since it aired, so getting to work with the actors and actresses of the show had felt so surreal. Not to mention, getting requested by Killian Jones himself, who played the lead role, Captain Hook and who the fans all loved and adored (for very good reason). Killian had managed to take a despised Disney villain and a fearsome dirty pirate and turn him into a dashing, heroic gentleman.

Before her first day working with the crew, she had expected the actor to be arrogant and cocky, all full of himself like he was God’s greatest gift. That had been her experience with other actors she had encountered in the past. But Killian Jones was not at all what she had expected. God’s greatest gift, yes, but he was surprisingly shy and sweet and really funny. Emma quickly grew comfortable working with him and they had a great professional relationship. That is of course until she kissed him.

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Magnetic  Chapter 1: Life Turned Upside Down

Dean Winchester x Reader

1700 Words

Summary: After your Dad was killed, you were shocked to learn all about his hidden life. Deciding to follow in his footsteps, you turn to a life of hunting, surprised at how well you adapted. Then comes along Sam and Dean Winchester, turning your life upside down. You and Dean don’t get along at first, but then things soon start to change.

Your life had never been normal, but you had never thought much about it. Your Dad was gone frequently, for work, he always assured you. But often times he would return, his face and body broken and bruised. Your Mom would just look at him, shake her head sadly, then turn back to her Diet Pepsi and cigarettes that she seemed to survive on.

At first you hadn’t noticed it much, too caught up in school, and when you turned old enough, boys. As the years passed by, your Dad was gone more and more, coming back even more battered and bruised than you had considered possible. When your Mom passed away from lung cancer, the two of you sold your small farm, moving into a small cabin far away from town. At first you had complained, hating the fact that you were so far away from your friends, and your life. But your Dad was adamant, and you were old enough to see the fear in his eyes. So instead of complaining, you would sneak out at night, letting your boyfriend Todd pick you up, and take you back into town to party.

One night, after a long make out session with Todd at the end of your drive, you crept up the pitted road, holding your heels in one hand as you stumbled up to your house. It was then you noticed the front door open, the lights flickering in the house. It unnerved you, but you moved forward, through the front door, calling softly for your Dad.

Your heart sped up as you saw the over turned furniture, the scattering of what seemed to be salt, and the blood. The blood had you holding a hand over your mouth, wanting to do nothing more than run out of the cabin and never look back. But you forced yourself to move forward, through the one main room, back to where Dad’s room was. The door was splintered open, the room dark, but through the moonlight you could see your Dad propped against the far wall. Rushing forward, you dropped to your knees, looking at the darkness on his shirt, and all the cuts crossing his face.

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anonymous asked:

Hey, lizardhat anon here, there's no hate coming from me and I absolutely understand you! I still love your stories and I'm gonna continue admiring both your fanart and fanfics. But, you giving dementia a girlfriend gave me an idea, how about some bonding time with the boys, and dementia figuring out a perfect, villainous gift idea for her girlfriend's birthday or smth (I just thought it would be cute to have flug and bh trying to come up with a more evil but still romantic idea than the other)

“UuuuuuhhhhHHHHHGGGGGGGGGG,” Dementia groaned long and loud from where she had flopped over the back of the living room couch. Flug, who was sitting opposite of where his friend had thrown herself, raised his eyebrow at her. “UUUUUUUHHHHGGGGGG.”

“What’s wrong?” Flug sighed. Immediately, Dementia vaulted over the couch and plopped down next to the scientist with a hopeful grin on her face.

“What do you usually get Blackhat for presents!?” she blurted out.

“Why are you asking?” The lizard girl’s hands shot forward and gripped the doctor’s lapels tightly. Then she began to shake him as she said,

“Please, please, please just answer me Flug, I need present ideas!” A lightbulb went off in Flug’s head and he smirked under his bag up at his friend.

“OooooOOOOooohhhh, I see what’s going on here.”

“No you-”

“You’re trying to figure out what to get Larissa for her birthday, aren’t you?” Dementia let go of her friend, grabbed a pillow, and fell back into the cushions as she screamed into it. “Thought so.”

“I’ve been dating her for almost a year now!” The pillow was thrown across the room as Dementia let out her frustration. “I feel like I’ve known her forever, but I still have no idea what she’d like for a birthday gift and it’s so frustrating!”

“So you want ME to come up with a gift idea???”

“What’s this about gift ideas?” Blackhat said as he entered the living room. The other two villains snapped to attention; Dementia hopped up on the arm of the couch and then glanced at Flug out of the corner of her eye. When neither answered the eldritch snarled and crossed his arms. “Is this something for me because so help me you know I don’t care for physical gifts all that much unless it’s-”

“No Blackhat Sir!” Dementia finally spat out, nearly tumbling off her perch in the process. She rubbed at her neck out of embarrassment before continuing. “I… I’m just trying to figure out what I should get Larissa for her birthday tonight…” Blackhat’s face arranged itself into an unreadable mask as he deadpanned,

“She’s a villain, right?”

“Well, yeah? She’s kinda small time, but she like’s it that way and-”

“And what does our company do?”

“Um, make weapons for villains?”

“Exactly.” Blackhat’s greenish teeth were bared as he grinned menacingly. “So you give her a super weapon that can destroy any foe that stands in her way!”

“Uhhhh…” Before Dementia could awkwardly reject the idea, Flug stood up and walked over to his boyfriend.

“Blackhat, sir, I don’t think that’s a wise idea,” he stated firmly. “A weapon is probably not the kind of gift that Dementia wants to give Larissa at this point.” Blackhat furrowed his brow,

“Well, then what would you suggest, Doctor?” Even with his bag on,the other two could tell the scientist had a mischievous smile on.

“Well sir, a gift can be what you give to someone metaphorically as well. For example you could bring someone out for dinner or the such.” At this Dementia butted in and said,

“Flug, I don’t think Larissa really wants me to give her a dinner date or-”

“So that’s why I suggest they go rob a bank together, or break into some rich hero’s house and ransack the place! Like you and I do, sir!” This time Dementia did fall off the arm of the couch.

As the lizard girl brought herself to her feet, ready to protest, she found that her friends had seemed to forget she existed. Blackhat had a surprisingly lovestruck expression on as he stared at his scientist.

“You’re right, Flug.” he purred. “That is a pretty evil gift idea for a villain.” Flug but a hand on his hip confidently under the praise he received.

“Well of course it is, sir. Only the vilest of gifts for us villains, right?”

“Do want to give me a gift right now?”

“Well, the question is are up you for a robbery or a vandalization?”

“Can we do both?”

“Why not.”

“Guy’s I would really appreciate it if you’d stop making goo-goo eyes at each other and help me out before you go on a destruction spree,” Dementia plead. The pair startled out of their entranced states to stare blankly at the lizard girl. “A gift for my girlfriend?”

Flug has the decency to appear flustered by his loss of focus, but then he laughed and shrugged.

“I’m sorry, Dem, but I think you’re going to have to figure this one out on your own. Blackhat and I really only know what we like, so we’re not going to be of much help finding something for Larissa.” Dementia sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Fine, I’ll try to figure something out All. By. Myself. You two go break some windows or whatever.”

Once Flug and Blackhat had left the room, a wave of anxiety swept over Dementia. She began to the pace the living room in an attempt to relieve it, but it wouldn’t leave her be. Eventually, she couldn’t bear the heavy thoughts weighing her down and she decided to take run around the mansion to take her mind of things.

Twisting corridors and hundreds of stairs slowly cleared her hazy brain. She knew that she still had a few hours to figure out what to give Larissa, but it felt like she only had a few seconds. Those few hours were going to be extra stressful.

Evening came too quickly for Dementia. By the time she managed to throw on a midnight blue skater dress, a pair of leggings, and knee high boots, she could hear 5.0.5 calling to tell in his soft grunts that her girlfriend was there.

Larissa was leaned up against her dark orange motorcycle outside the gates of Blackhat mansion. She was dressed in leather jacket with a red plaid tank top underneath.; leather combat boots entrapped the cuffs of her black jeans. As Dementia approached the vampire flashed her sharp teeth in a smile and ran a hand through her poofy hair.

“Hey there, darling,” she purred. When Dementia reached her, the dark skinned girl extended a hand and brought her girlfriend in for a smooch. With a dusting of pink on her cheeks, Dementia pulled away, and then gestured vaguely towards the motorcycle.

“Where you taking me?” Dementia asked. Larissa’s grin widened.

“I was gonna let you take ME somewhere, babe.” Dementia gasped.

“You’re going to let me drive! YOU’RE GOING TO LET ME DRIVE YOUR BABY!”

“Well, I’ve taught you the basics and then some, so why not?” Without another word, Larissa tossed Dementia a helmet as she got on the back of the motorcycle. The lizard girl soon followed, practically vibrating with excitement as she turned the engine on and took off roaring down the road. She knew exactly where to go.

Music was spilling out onto the street near where Dementia came to stop. Larissa released her grip around her girlfriend’s waist, and flashed her another smile as they got off. When Dementia grabbed her hand and began to drag her towards the clubs doors, the vampire’s eyes lit up. A poster fluttering in the soft breeze near the doorway confirmed her suspicions.

It was Electro-Swing night.

Caro Emerald’s That Man began as the two girls walked in. Dementia was beaming back at her girlfriend as they skirted the edge of the dance floor to find a booth. Before they could choose one through, a familiar figure waved them down from across the room.

“Flug!” Dementia shouted. “What are you doing here, I thought you and Blackhat were gonna pull a heist tonight?” Speaking of the Eldritch, at that moment he chose to appear with two waters in hand and slip into the booth next to his boyfriend.

“Well, we sort of changed out minds,” Flug explained. “There was a billboard right outside the jewelry store that had a poster saying that tonight was going to be electro-swing night at the club, and well…” Flug bumped Blackhat’s shoulder playfully. “You know how he can’t resist a good swing dance.” Blackhat scoffed and rolled his eyes as he pushed Flug back.

“You like it too,” the eldritch muttered. Just then Jamie Berry’s Lost in the Rhythm started and both couples froze, smiles slowly taking form on their lips. Dementia found herself being swept away by Larissa’s hand on her hip, and she soon was very much lost in the steps and spins she took.

It was nearly midnight by the time that the girls stumbled out the club doors; both of them were laughing over some stupid joke that Dementia had told. Instead of going directly to Larissa’s motorcycle, the vampire dragged her girlfriend up a nearby hill to lay down and watch the stars for a moment. As they lay there, bodies still warm from dancing, Dementia felt a twinge of guilt run through her.

“Larissa?” the lizard girl started. Upon hearing the anxious tone in Dementia’s voice, Larissa sat up.

“What’s wrong, babe?” she whispered soothingly.

“I… I’m sorry I didn’t get you anything really special for you birthday…I just.. I just got you this…” Then Dementia sat up as well and reached into a hidden pocket on her skater dress. She drew out something small, and then presented it nervously.

It was a pastel green pendant, carved into the shape of a rose, hanging from a gold chain. “I uhh… I used some inventions from Flug’s lab, and an old necklace making kit to try to put it together for you. I just didn’t really know what you wanted and so I kinda freaked out and I’m sorry if it’s not-”

“Hey.” Dementia shut up and stared into her girlfriend’s soft gold-brown eyes. “I love it, Dem. And anyways, you didn’t even have to give me anything cause I’ve already gotten the best gift I could ask for.”

“What’s that?”

“You.” Dementia short circuited as Larissa moved in to kiss her gently on the forehead. When several quiet seconds had passed awkwardly, the vampire began laughing hysterically at the blank and shocked look that was plastered on her girlfriend’s face. Then finally, Dementia snapped out of her stupor and launched herself at Larissa for a bone-crushing hug.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you!” Dementia murmured in the taller girl’s collarbone. Larissa returned the hug, and then pressed another kiss to the girl’s forehead.

“I love you too, babe.”

The sound of a motorcycle engine revving, and the scent of new leather as Dementia pressed her face into her girlfriend’s back as they pulled away from the club, was a small comfort that she hoped she’d never have to give up.

OH MY GOD I’M ALIVE! I’m sorry this took so long to get too between college and everything but hey, I’m here! i hope this okay and isn’t too disjointed or anything, my friend ;-; Thank you for being patient, and also you’re a favorite now because you asked me to write about Larissa and that made me so so happy to write about her, so I hope this makes you happy! I’m glad you like my stories and stuff and thank you for undersatnding too!

Okay so this is my first time making a headcanon for the characters in choices and I am both excited and scared. But thanks anon for sending me this ask!! I’ll see what I can do. 


  • I hc them to have two daughters with a 6 year gap.
  • Of course, Sam is the uptight parent while Dave is the fun parent.
  • But they can be both uptight when needed.
  • Their older daughter was named “Massey” while their younger daughter was named “Delilah”.
  • Massey was a huge badass and she loves forcing Dave to accompany her on a shooting range. 
  • Sam isn’t really happy to hear her daughter doing a shooting range but she trusts Dave so ehh.
  • Delilah was a huge Marvel fan and would often assume her mom to be Black widow.
  • Dave made a joke about this and none of them laughed.
  • “Black widow? more like, black wifedow. Am I right?”
  • He only received an icy glare from Sam.
  • “My parents may not be a part of the Avengers, but they sure are heroes to me”.
  • Dave teared up when he heard Delilah say this.
  • They’re the type of family who goes on long road trips and lots of picnics.
  • They prefer outdoors than indoors.
  • Sam knows how to discipline her daughters while Dave loves to spoil them–
  • –but not too much.
  • Dave once bought a puppy for the family.
  • Sam disagreed first but then she grew attached with the puppy so she let them keep it.
  • They always look out for each other. 
  • Both of them being over protective of their daughters.
  • Sam teaching them to fight.
  • Dave pampering them with kisses afterwards.
  • They’re one big dorky and badass family.


  • Dave acting all suave and cool when he first asked Sam out for a date.
  • Sam only laughed at his fail attempts to fire flirty gestures at her.
  • Let’s be honest, Dave is a goddamn mess when it comes to flirting with the woman he fell in love with.
  • He may be smooth at first but that was when he was still not interested with Sam.
  • Their first date night was at a fancy restaurant that was planned by Cassandra.
  • Sam wearing her signature style of red tank top paired with black leather jacket and some black jeans.
  • Cassandra almost fainted at the sight of Sam wearing the exact same clothes since she arrived.
  • She offered Sam a bunch of dresses and insisted her to keep all of them. (Without paying for diamonds, of course).
  • Ryan making fun of Dave’s nervous state.
  • “What’s wrong? ‘Afraid that she might roundhouse kick you?”
  • “Shut up, Ryan”
  • When they finally saw each other, Dave almost gasped at how beautiful his date looks like. 
  • Cassandra really did an amazing job giving Sam a make over because Dave was gawking at her the whole time.
  • Sam not hesitating to order a steak to eat.
  • “A steak, huh?”
  • “I’m hungry, don’t judge”
  • They always enjoy having late night drives around the city.
  • Stargazing.
  • More stargazing.
  • Late night talks.
  • Solving a crime together.
  • Dave and Sam having an arm wrestle all the time.
  • Dave letting Sam win just so he can see her smile or laugh.
  • Having each other’s back 24/7.


  • They love messing with each other.
  • Pranking their friends. Pranking each other.
  • Sam cooking food for Dave.
  • Dave tried to cook her a food but it only resulted in burning the food.
  • Sam always picking horror movies whenever she and her friends are doing a movie night.
  • Dave backing out because he’s a scaredy cat..
  • Sam offering to hold Dave’s hand just so he can stay.
  • Dave, with a flushed face, managed to let out a manly “okay”.


Angel or Devil?~ 10k OC reader imagine Pt 1

Originally posted by ppoedameron

You bounced around from group to group with times in between when you remained on your own. You did it on your accord but it also had partly to do with the fact you weren’t the most sane person in the apocalypse. For you this was fun. While most people were worried about survival you were struggling to pick out the color you wanted to dye your hair next. Hair dye was easy to come across since people usually went straight for the food, weapons and medicine. You had that in bulk so you didn’t really need anymore. Your hair was currently a very pale green, kinda like a minty green. You were stuck between the dark purple and the bright turquoise. You heard talking outside of the small drug store you stood in before the group walked in with weapons raised. You didn’t look up as they looked around, obviously spotting your minty green hair above that just barely poked out over the low shelves. “Hands were we can see them!” A dark skinned middle aged woman shouted causing the Z stuck behind a fallen shelf to stir again. You pouted but ignored the Z. “Everything is pretty much gone. There is some vitamins in aisle three, condoms and pregnancy tests in aisle six, hair dye is right here and make-up is in aisle one.” You said calmly as you juggled the hair dye between both of your hands. They all gave you weird looks before you looked up with two-toned eyes. One was was a grayish-blue and the other was a onyx color. This always made people uneasy when it came to looking you in the eyes. 

“What do you think? Dark purple or turquoise?” You questioned them innocently as they just stared at you suspiciously, well except the boy close to your age that looked at you in awe. You clothing wasn’t the most normal either. A purple leather jacket, Ouija broad themed tank-top, acid washed red shorts, ripped black tights and navy blue combat boots. You had dual machete swords across your back under your spiky black backpack. A hunting knife was strapped to your thigh, a hatchet hung from your side and on the shelf in front of you was your pump shotgun. The older man with a grey-white beard spoke up first. “Purple.” You smiled and threw the turquoise dye back onto the shelf without a care. “Thanks! You guys need anything?” You asked, moving around the dead Z that laid on the floor beside you. They looked at each other before the dark skinned lady stepped forward with her weapon holstered. “Would you know of a place were we could find some supplies? A place to sleep?” She asked politely and you beamed, letting out a giggle. “If you need some supplies and a place to stay I can help you out. I more then enough to spare and I’m set up in a hotel not far from here. You’d love it! The water is works, so does the pool and hot tub. Plus there is a load of spare clothes.” 

The looked at you in disbelief. The red head gawked while the old man smiled. You waved them on as you walked around them to the parking lot outside. Around the corner your prized car came into view. A 1967 four door red Chevy impala. “ Oh my god.” The boy who was rather cute breathed from behind you. You could see the smile break out on his face as he stared at the beautiful care before him and the beauty of the girl.  “The hotel is a few blocks from here. I can take you.” You said calmly as you moved forward. The blue eyes, raven haired boy turned his attention to you as you spoke. You gave him a devilish smile. 

“You wanna drive?”     

Better than planned

🐳~Rated- F for Fluff

Member- BTS, Jungkook

Word Count- 865

Finally. The day that you had imagined over and over in your head in the past months was here. Jungkook had finally asked you on a date. 6:58, the clock said. ‘He will be here any minute now.’, you thought.

You were starting to get really nervous now, so you decided to do something to take things off you mind till he gets here. Turning around and facing your big floor mirror, you studied your reflection. You were wearing a crimson red lace tank top, a black leather skater skirt, with your black platform combat boots and cat crossbody(the outfit is below). While you were too busy making sure that you makeup looks nice, you hear the sound of the doorbell and you freeze. A few seconds later your mum appears in our bedroom; “You look great honey, come on, your date is here.”

She was about to turn around when she looked back at you and asked; “aren’t you going to wear a jacket on that? You know how chilly it gets during the night.”

“I’m sure it won’t be that cold tonight mum.” you said, and before she could protest you quickly slide out of the room. Of course, you lied. Tonight was going to get quite cold, and you knew it. You checked the weather for today every night for the past week. Yes, each day, said something new but the only thing that didn’t change was the fact that it would get pretty chilly after eight.

But still, you insisted not to wear a jacket. ‘Why wear a jacket and miss this opportunity’ you thought.

Yes. Your plan was to have Jungkook lend you his jacket so you won’t get cold. You were a sucker for this kind of cheesy things.

But you knew that your plan had failed before the date even started when you saw that he wasn’t wearing a jacket either.


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Finally free

Yoohooooo~ To that lovely anon below that requested the Saeran x MC story, here you go! 

I was only planning to write half of it today and continue again another time, but I couldn’t help myself from finishing it HAHA. Procrastinating from studying ftw!!! >///<

Its kiiiinda different from what you requested, I hope it’s okay!! I didn’t want to follow the storyline of MC entering RFA and meeting Saeran because I thought it would be complicated to write about the whole Mint Eye + Rika thing!

Please lemme know what you think! :DD

It all began the year I turned 10. The year my father left my mother for another woman. The amount of betrayal and grief that my mother felt towards my father turned into hatred for me.

Every loving glance that my mother used to give me turned into looks of disgust and scorn. The gentle touches that used to comfort me became whips on my skin, leaving angry red marks wherever they landed. The voice that once sang me lullabies now cursed and spat at me. I didn’t understand what was happening - how could I? I was only 10. All I knew was that my father, whom I thought was my superman, was no longer here to protect me, and my mother was never the same again.

8 years. The abuse had been going on for 8 years. In that period of time, I’ve made countless trips in and out of the hospital. Cuts had to be stitched up, bones had to be mended. The physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional torture though. My mother constantly told me that I was useless, that she hated me, and that she wished I had never been born. And the strange thing was, I believed every single word that came out of her mouth. Her words carved itself cruelly into my heart, and I truly believed everything that happened was all my fault.

The only time that I could get a brief reprieve from the constant abuse was when my mother had drank herself silly, dead to the world. I always cherished those few short hours where I could escape from the stink of stale alcohol lingering in the air of my apartment, and breathe in the fresh, cool air outside.

My favorite spot was at the park an hour away from my house. It made me feel safe, like I was transported to another universe where my mother could never reach me. It was the only place I felt free, where I felt like I wasn’t walking on eggshells all the time.

I always sat at a bench in a secluded corner of the park where people did not venture into. The trees casted shadows around me, giving me a sense of peace and protection. The chirping of the birds were like melodies to my ear, and I felt like they were telling me that someday, everything was going be okay. I usually sat alone at the bench. Today however, was different. Someone was already sitting there, people watching, as I approached.

He had a head of silver, almost white hair with pink streaks dyed randomly throughout. He was wearing a red tank top paired with a leather jacket. The left side of his jacket had fallen off from his shoulder, revealing tattoos running down his biceps. Normally I would have been intimidated by someone who looked like that, but for some strange reason, I didn’t feel the same way looking at him.

“Do you mind if I sit here too?” I asked gingerly.

He looked up at me, his eyes a piercing green, and shook his head silently. I sat beside him, a sense of serenity washing over me as I breathed in the cool air. It was spring and the scent of frangipanis filled the air. They were my favourite flowers. I felt the stranger looking over at me, and I peeked at him out of corner of my eyes.

“Do you smell that? They’re frangipanis. I love frangipanis,” I smiled at him and said.

He just stared into the distance, not saying a word as he closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, smelling the flowers.

“Frangipanis may look weak and delicate, but they are tough and are able to withstand strong pressures,” I shared with him. I always thought of myself as a frangipani - I am strong. I can handle anything. I have to, don’t I?

I don’t know for how long, but the two of us sat in silence for awhile, comfortable in each other’s company. Finally, it was time for me to leave this sanctuary and return to reality. I didn’t want to leave, but if my mother realised that I had left the apartment, the beatings would be so much worse.

“I have to go. It was nice sitting here with you, hope to see you again,” I told the stranger as I stood up to leave. As I walked away, I heard the stranger speak softly after me, “My name is Saeran.”

Saeran. I thought of him constantly throughout the week. There was something about him that tugged at my heart. Whenever my mother was raining blows on me or screaming insults at me, his emerald green eyes flashed in my mind. He was young, but his eyes seemed to portray otherwise. They looked empty and forlorn. It seemed like he had been through something terrible, making him seem old and jaded. I always had to hide my pain from the rest of the world, but I felt like if anyone was able to see through my mask, he would be the one.

I kept wanting to go over to the park, to see if I could meet him there again. At last, one day, after the usual round of beatings, my mother finally fell asleep with a bottle of vodka in her hands. I silently crept out of the apartment and made my way to the park with an anticipating heart.

He was there. At the very same spot as before.

“You’re bleeding,” he pointed out as I sat down beside him. He stared at me with those intense eyes as I awkwardly wiped at my temple. My mother had hit me with the ashtray. I cleaned up my wounds before leaving the apartment, but I didn’t realise that I was bleeding again. He didn’t ask about my injury, and I was grateful for that. I never talked about them to anyone.

“Apparently frangipanis can withstand up to 250 degrees celsius before they burn,” he said suddenly, looking into the distance.

“Oh you remembered what I mentioned last week!” I exclaimed excitedly. My heart skipped a beat - does this mean that he thought of me too after I left the previous week?

“You know, I feel like you’ve experienced horrible things in your life. I experience them too. I think we’re the same. I… I’ll be able to understand you,” I muttered nervously. I’ve never shared my life to anyone before. This was the first time I admitted what i’ve been going through. I’ve only met him twice, but I felt a connection to him.

“It’s a long story. I’ll tell you another time,” he said in that quiet voice of his. He sounded scared and lonely. At that single moment, I wanted to hold him tight, and tell him that I understand his pain, but I knew that he would be uncomfortable with the suddenly bodily contact, so I controlled myself.

As the weeks passed, I continued meeting Saeran at the park. Sometimes he shared bits of his past with me, and in return, I told him about my mother. Sometimes we just sat there in silence.

Meeting him became the only thing I looked forward to. Even the torture back home felt more bearable, as long as I closed my eyes and thought of him. My life was like a bed of roses compared to his. My heart broke at the thought of a young boy waiting in fear at home, thinking that his twin brother had abandoned him; at the thought of the mental abuse he had to overcome. If he could overcome all those and come out strong like he is now, I could too.

One day, as I sat down beside Saeran at the park, fresh bruises appearing along my arms and legs, he grasped my hands and said solemnly, “Leave your mother. You deserve much better. Escape with me. I know people who can help you start a new life.” He looked deep into my eyes, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t look away. I wanted to leave. I wanted to be with him.

That night, after my mother had fallen asleep. I silently packed what meagre belongings I had, careful not to wake her from her slumber. As I walked out of the prison that had tortured me for the past 8 years of my life, I felt a sense of conviction. This was the right thing to do. Meeting Saeran had helped me finally take control of my life. He saved me.

He said that he would wait for me, no matter how long it took for me to come. He kept his promise. There he was, waiting for me at our park.

It was like we were two broken pieces, wandering aimlessly around the earth searching for someone to make us whole again. As we clutched tightly onto each other’s hands, running away deep into the night, I finally felt complete.

Fandom: BTS
Pairing: Maknae Line
Genre: Light smut, Romance
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Taehyung figured there was a lot to lose, but maybe he was willing to take the risk. / (requested by anon, aka i butched your request and made it maknae line instead of taekook bc i’m awful)

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