screwdriver to the face

BatB 2017: my post-curse headcanons/possible fanfic prompts

• Maurice arrives several hours after the curse is broken, both worried about Belle and curious how everything turned out. He realized that something good has happened about half-way through his journey when he had no trouble finding his way to the castle and no unexpected weather changes await him.

• Adam apologizes sincerely to Maurice for imprisoning him and calling him a thief. Maurice says shortly “Apology accepted” and immediately continues “So, where is that gentleman who was a clock? I need to ask him some things!” (Maurice and Cogsworth become friends. Sometimes they go fishing together. They rarely talk, just enjoy comfortable silence.)

• That first night after the curse is broken, the formerly enchanted people make sure there is light in most of the rooms and at least one of them is awake at all time. They don’t talk about it, but the fear that they might never wake up and become lifeless objects is still very strong. The only two creatures who have no trouble sleeping anytime and anywhere are Froufrou (the dog) and Chip.

• Most of the previously enchanted people have nightmares occasionally but Adam’s are worst of all. His mind keeps replaying him the long hours after Belle left. The feeling of despair when he was certain he doomed both himself and people he cared about. And heartbreak that he is never going to see the woman he loves again.

• He doesn’t mention anything to Belle at first but she notices that something is amiss when most mornings he greets her with obvious relief he sees her and she notices dark circles under his eyes. After he tells her, she begins to sneak into the West Wing in the night, so everytime Adam wakes up, she is right there next to him.

• Belle has her share of nightmares as well, though they don’t occur that often. She dreams she is locked up either by Gaston or the villagers, knowing that Adam is out there somewhere fighting for his life or dying. In her nightmares, she can never reach him on time.

• This sleeping arrangement is actually pretty hard to maintain because their rooms are not exactly close. And while Adam and Belle might be technically engaged, they don’t want the whole castle to know that Belle spends most of the nights in the West Wing (even if not much occurs between them physically). *imagine the fanfiction possibilities here :D*

• Belle is mostly worried her father might find out. She explains to Adam that while Maurice is a kind, understanding father, she doesn’t want to have a conversation “I sleep in my fiancé’s room because we have bad dreams” with him. When Adam chuckles at it, she says with a deadpan face “He knows how to use that screwdriver”. Adam can’t tell if she’s kidding or seriously suggesting that her kindly looking father might physically hurt him.

Feel free to add your own BatB 2017 headcanons.

Part One: Awake

I was super in love with this prompt, and then it tried to kudzu its way out of my hands so that was a thing. So now it’s kind of… divided into 3 parts? Because this thing would’ve never seen the light of day due to me obsessively picking at it and going back instead of moving forward. By chopping it up it’s… somehow a lot easier to move forward. 

This will ideally eventually feature some of my headcanons about the fall of Overwatch, slightly modified to apply better to this particular fic B) Also mildly canon-divergent in regards to Mercy’s position and role in the story/organization, shh, don’t worry I promise I kind of know what I’m doing



“The Iceland labs have gone dark, sir.”

Jack stood slowly from his desk, eyes slowly narrowing as the words sunk in, sent the gears in his head turning.

“What do you mean they’ve gone dark?”

Lab goes quiet, lights out, alarmed yelling, the first round of a firearm cracking into the darkness.

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Time to celebrate one month on Hrt and 111 followers ;-)
Both is absolutely amazing and im looking forward to another month on estrogen and to reach 222 followers! :-)
Okay.. So what happened during this first month on Hrt? body starts to smell great :-P and even if Im sweating it doesnt stink at all..Awesome! :-)
Then secondly the little friend - maybe I should relate to it as little enemy - stays small and tiny all the time which is really great.. now I am waiting for it to finally shrink.
During the last few days I am on the opinion that my breast starts to feel somehow different than it used to..but it’s just a really slight difference.
And lastly I noticed that I am more upset and sad about bad news and stuff.. So I was meeting with a colleague the other day to have some dinner and as it came to say goodbye he told me that his cordless screwdriver was stolen from the basement.. Somehow this hit me right in the face and I was just about to start crying.. when I got to my car I even had to wait a minute or two to calm down again.. My head was absolutely crazy and spinning and was like “ohh my god! Do we really have to live in such a cruel world where screwdrivers get stolen?!”
Now thinking about this situation sounds funny but while being into it I just felt so so bad :-)
However I will keep you updated with the course of my HRT..have a great day everyone..
xoxo Emma :-)

Prompts #1+ #20 +#48 - Ethan Nestor (Crankgameplays)

favfightinfrenchfry Hi! Can I get prompts 1, 20, and 48? Could you do it with Ethan (Crankgameplays)? If theres any way to get those three together? You’re really talented, I just spent a while reading through your stuff! Thank you!

Prompts: #1 “That’s starting to get annoying”

               # 20 “I don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet-willies.”

              # 48 “I didn’t think you could get any less romantic…”

A/N: Inspired by Ethan’s stream of when he built Ikea Furniture. Also not sure how I feel about this one so may come back later and edit up, who knows :P

You and Ethan had been together for around 2 years. Your relationship had been perfect so far, for a while Ethan had been thinking about getting his own place so he decided it was the perfect opportunity to take the next step and ask you to move into him. Of course you said yes and now Ethan and you were surrounded by boxes in your new appartment. Of course Ethan had insisted on getting Ikea furniture and that you help him build it. This was going to be fun.

“Right babe. Lets start with this shoe rack.” Ethan grabs one of the boxes next to him. “It’ll be a piece of cake!”

“This is us you’re talking about, 2 of the biggest goofs to have ever goofed.” You cuckle eyeing the instructions that Ethan had pulled out of the box. “How in the heavens is this supposed to assemble?” By now Ethan had all the pieces out and a screwdriver in hand. “You don’t expect us to build this with just a screwdriver?” Looking at Ethan he has a smug look on his face.

“You underestimate my power babe.” He sends you a cheek wink, grabbing the instructions off you so he could get started.

“Oh I really don’t because if you had a superpower it would be the power of disappointment.” You try to hold back your smile but seeing Ethan’s pretend hurt look made you burst into laughter.

“You’re so mean. Why do I even love you?”

“I have no idea.” Smiling sweetly at Ethan as he sticks his tongue out at you. It took you and Ethan a good hour to build the shoe rack and that was on your 3rd attempt after arguing if he had put the poles in wrong. Which he had.

“Right I’m looking at the instructions for the next one!” you say grabbing them from the box, instantly regretting that choice seeing as it was a filing cabinet and probably the most complicated one.

“Come on then smart ass.” Ethan plafully shoves your shoulder with his and you just glare at him. As you were concentrating on how he hell this was gonna work you felt something wet jab you in your ear.

“What the fuck!” You pull away to see Ethan lying on the foor laughing. “Did you just give me a wet willy?” Ethan gave you a cheeky smile.

“Noooooo” he lied, placing his elbows on his knees and using his hands to cup his face innocently. Glaring at him once more you look back down to the instructions, your hair falling in front of your eyes slightly. Thats when you felt it, the same sensation as before.

“Ethan! I swear to God!” You threaten not looking up from the instructions but hearing him giggle in response, again you had the same sensation in your ear so you decide to just ignore him. Maybe if you did that he’d get bored eventually and stop.

“That’s starting to get annoying” You grumble stopping what you were doing looking at his cheeky smile after recieving yet another wet willy.

“But you’re not paying attention to me and you were mean to me.”

“I don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet-willies. Besides you were the one who wanted this furniture so you could help ya know.”

“I know but it’s hard!”

You look at Ethan with dead look in your eyes, did he really just say that. “Thats what she said.” You mutter and resume looking at the instructions.

“That’s you said last night babe.” Winking at you he smirked when he heard you gasp and saw your cheeks flush a deep shade of red.

 “I didn’t think you could get any less romantic…” Looking up at him you see he’s moved closer to you, his face just a couple inches away from yours.

“But you love me all the same.”

“That I do.” You smile and pull him towards you by the neck of his tshirt for a kiss.

Prompts from this list.



‘ The Doctor: We need to reverse the process.

  Y/N: Can you do that?

  He lifts his gaze from the device he is holding and gazes into your eyes. He       stays quiet for a while.

  Y/N: Doctor, you all right? Can you reverse the process?

  The Doctor: I-I… Well… 

  He takes his sonic screwdriver and waves it in your face.

  The Doctor: Let’s see what we can do.                  ‘

Brace for Impact

If the BAU team is busy catching bad guys, who is flying the plane? And how does this pilot fit into the dynamic? Reid seems to want to fit her a little closer to his heart. Oneshot with just some fluff and feelings. No warnings! Unless his beautiful eyes physically pain you like they do with me. 

Inspired by this wonderful post!


With a groan that bled into a curse, Dai rolled from her bed to answer the call of nature. The trail of unseemly words came when she registered another call, two in fact, both from Aaron Hotchner.

She hit redial while she danced around the room to find a clean jumpsuit for use. The one she eventually located under her pile of CD’s had an oil stain on the shoulder, so she settled for tying the sleeves around her waist and letting that server as a belt to the baggy bottoms. The BAU team would have to deal with her disheveled state, though the messy haired boy she had her eye on often appeared looking like he had rolled right out his adorable goddamn bed.

“Enjoy your sleep?” Agent Hotchner answered.

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To bring Joy - Pikuna - Mass Effect: Andromeda [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

I have been working more than a month on this. xD
This is not the first Jaal x Ryder fic I started writing, just the first to finish. And it took me so much longer than I wanted, mostly because of writers block and getting more ideas so that it has become three times from it’s original length. But that is normal. |D
Anyhow, first try on a Rydaal fic. I think I stayed pretty much in-character with Jaal. For Ryder I use my costum one, Ayden, and I’m still figuring out how to write her.
Really hope you guys enjoy this. x3

>>Mr. Ama Darav. The Pathfinder asks for you presence in the Tech Lab,<< buzzed the voice from SAM through Liam’s room. 

The Human and Angara had been in the middle of one of their ‘diplomatic exchanges’ - meaning Liam explained several idioms to Jaal and in return Jaal taught him how to avoid offending an Angara.

They had raised their heads when the AI had spoken and now Liam was looking at his friend with a smirk.

“Oh oh, did Ryder found something in your room that shouldn’t be there?”

Jaal huffed a laugh at this playful accusation. “There is hardly anything to find what I haven’t informed her about. She probably just wants to ask some questions.”

While he stood up from his seat, Liam leant back on his couch. 

“She does pepper you with her questions quite a bit lately, huh?” He already saw the puzzled look on Jaal’s face, so he raised his hand and quickly explained. “Idiom. Simply means she asks a lot.”

“Well, the Pathfinder is a really curious person. I don’t mind to help her out with it,” the Angara said with a shrug. 

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AN ~ some Fitz & Daisy Post-Framework hurt/comfort, with a happy ending, because I need more of this in my life. title from song of the same name by Lady Antebellum.

Rated low T, for some mentions of violence & Framework occurrences.

Read on AO3 (~1300wd)

down the road, the sun is shining

Fitz slammed the screwdriver down on the bench and forced his hand to let go of it, raking his fingers through his hair instead and pulling until the pressure stabilised him. He let out a deep breath, and then another, and opened his eyes again with his hand still in his hair. He stared at the screwdriver sitting before him, taunting him, and he felt another wave of rage and hopelessness as the sight of it swept him even further back, past the Framework, into another pit of despair. A pit he’d climbed out of that time, at least.

“You did it before,” he whispered, clinging to that flicker of hope. “Just do it again.”

“Did what?”

Fitz jumped so aggressively he nearly knocked over his own stool, scrabbling for the screwdriver in an instant. He wondered if it was Madame’s face he’d see behind him, and if he’d have the guts to put the screwdriver through her eye.

But it was Daisy.

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Start Again

Pairing: E2 Harrison Wells x Reader

Word Count: 4,184 (I’M SO SORRY!)

Anonymous: Any chance for an E2 Harrison Wells X Reader where he confesses his love but knows that it’d be complicated? (Can the reader also have fallen for him too?) I love your work!

A/N: YES THERE IS A CHANCE! I technically don’t take “one-shot requests” but I REALLY wanted to do this one. The way that E2-Harry is; I wanted to really play up all those little moments in between that would make your relationship. This was one of those requests that was SO simple and easy but SO complicated and heavy all at once and there was no way I could justify cramming into an imagine. This one struck me and it deserved expansion. It STILL isn’t even close to where I want it but it was getting so long… (Thank you for the compliment btw!) Enjoy and thank you for giving me the chance to bring your imagine to life! It was so much fun to write!

Warnings/Tags: Harrison is in a Dark Place, Some Language, Long Fiction and I’m SO Sorry, Grammatical Errors, Possible Age Gap (Depending on YOUR age,) You Help Harrison Open Up, Harrison is a Prickly Pear, Junk Food, Stick Figures, Harrison is Painfully Awkward with You… Until He’s Not, Harrison is Also Stupid-Cute, Angst, Heavy Make-Out Session.

Song Rec(s): Eyes Shut by Years & Years

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He wasn’t sure what is was like to be picture perfect but he knew he didn’t fit the description…

He supposed he used to know, back when he chased pretty girls and picket fences - wanted an ideal family - the kind that put the Cleavers to shame but that was before… Before all of this - before everything - before the lab, meta-humans, and Jesse. He’d long since forgotten what picture perfect looked like but he caught a glimpse - just a taste - the day you walked into the lab.

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Because we could all use more of Mac’s face in our lives~

From MacGyver 1x12 “Screwdriver”

Chapter 1: Another Evening of Work

Fic Summary: “Everyone had a link with their soulmates, some could hear some of their partners thoughts, some had a tattoo that would appear with their partners name; for me, I knew when they got sick.” For a while Phil has thought that his soulmate might have an eating disorder and doesn’t expect to meet him in the restaurant where he works.

Genre: a lot of fluff, recovery, really fucking domestic, waiter!Phil

Warnings: eating disorders, anorexia, bulimia, hospitals, panic attacks, references to past abuse, a lot of awkwardness. This is potentially triggering so for your own sake, please think twice about reading if anything this might affect you.

Disclaimer: I don’t have personal experience with eating disorders, but have done some research. If I have anything about them wrong, feel free to send me an ask and I’ll sort it out.

Word Count (for this part): 7.6k

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Today was yet another day, another day of working in the restaurant, serving endless streams of customers. Many of our customers would be out on dates with their soulmates, or with others in attempt to find their soulmates. I can’t say I wasn’t a little jealous. I wished I’d found my soulmate already because I felt they needed me.

Everyone had a link with their soulmates, some could hear some of their partners thoughts, some had a tattoo that would appear with their partners name; for me, I knew when they got sick. It was a relatively common link we had, it came with worry and the thought of ‘they’re sick’. However, what was different for me, was that my soulmate did not just get sick once or twice a year, they threw up almost every day, sometimes multiple times.

When it started I wasn’t incredibly worried because I presumed they just had a stomach bug, but as the weeks went on I realised that there was something bigger wrong. I told my friend, Chris about it, as he’d noticed there was something bothering me. He tried his best to console me, but even he started to get worried. What was there that could make someone sick, day in and day out for over a month?

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Prompt from @naomilasenby “Dex is fixing the dryer in the basement and Nursey is watching (and chirping) him. When the chirping turns to arguing, they then realise the basement door won’t open. They’re trapped. And no one else is in the Haus.”

“You’ve been fixing that for forty minutes now.”

Nursey comes down the basement stairs with a plate of cookies that smell divine. Dex has been down here for forty minutes, and he skipped lunch to do this, so he’s starved.

“I am well aware.”

Dex continues unscrewing the back panel of the dryer, expecting Nursey to head back upstairs. He does not. Dex can tell due to the loud chewing noises.

“Stop that.”

“I’m not doing anything.” Crunch.

Dex shudders and then sighs. “Fine, at least give me one.”

“No way, Fitzwilliam, these are mine.”

“That is not even close to my name.”

“I was going to go for Fitzwilliam Dexter in homage to Fitzwilliam Darcy, but then I reconsidered on account of how unfair that would be to Darcy.”

“Well I’m actually relived not to be compared to a fictional character with no game. Now, can you leave me alone so I can finish this?”

Dex raises an eyebrow at Nursey, waiting for him to take his stupid cookies, and his stupid rolled above the ankle jeans, and his stupid smirk up the stairs with him.

Crunch. Crunch.

“Oh my god!” Dex explodes. “Get out.”

Nursey heads to the table and sits down, starting in on another cookie. Dex has no idea what Nursey is getting from this torturing of Dex. Does he enjoy seeing him worked up? Making his skin burn red?

Dex almost throws his screwdriver against the wall but he’s not one to damage his tools. Instead, he slaps it harshly on top of the dryer and marches over to Nursey.

“Up, up.” He shoves Nursey off the table and plants his hands on Nursey’s back to shepherd him up the stairs to the door.

“You’re surprisingly strong,” Nursey says with absolutely no exertion in his voice, like Dex isn’t manhandling him.

They reach the top of the stairs and Dex reaches around Nursey to open the door. One problem though. It doesn’t open.

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Pairing: Kirk x Reader

Notes: M&M’s, a little kiss, mentions of alcohol 

Based on the prompt: “Wait. Do you just carry this party sized bag of M&M’s around with you?“

Feel free to request something yourself!

Another day, another shift spent with your head in a console, almost tangled in wires. It’s not that you didn’t enjoy the work - it’s just that shifts seemed to have gotten longer and breaks shorter. It was hard to unload all of that mounting stress when it feels like you barely have any spare time. The reward of your problem solving and electrical exploits were at least rewarding enough to get you through the day. With less time off, it meant less of seeing your friends, which was a shame as you’d really started to hit it off with everyone on board the ship, even your captain. 

Jim Kirk had a special place in your heart. Not only was he fiercely brave and loyal, he was kind and went above and beyond to make you feel comfortable after arriving on his ship - after all, everyone already knew each other and you could’ve become an outsider.

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Geeky Dudeoir

Fandom: Criminal Minds
Relationship: Spencer x Reader
Summary: Y/N is a photographer and Spencer is her muse. However, he is a little hesitant to help her with her next project. Will this photoshoot help Spencer to realize just how attractive Y/N finds him?
Notes: Some mentions of body image issues. Lots of fluff.

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