she gave him up to be adopted


So I decided to do a little collaboration with the beautiful @sketchyy-pencil with using her art as inspiration to write HCS for the cute doggies c: I have her permission to use her art. The drawings are hers and you can find the post HERE with their names HERE

Zen’s Dog: Jun the Siberian Husky

  •  He was hungry for love… hungry for being wanted… hungry for someone to run up to him and welcome him home…. but also… someone to be there for him as a friend…..who looks up to him…. THAT IS WHY HE GOT A DOG.  Dogs are loyal, love you unconditionally, will welcome you home, will look up to you, THEY ARE A MANS/WOMENS BEST FRIEND COME ON. He went to a breeder, and found this dog who was being ignored by everyone else. All of its brother and sisters were playing without him and when hew white dog tried to play with them, they growled at him and he walked away. THE FEELS WERE HIT OKAY. ZEN WAS GETTING THOSE FLASHBACKS AND HE RAN TO THE DOG AND HUGGED HIM SAYING THAT HE WILL BE HIS NEW FATHER. He took the puppy home and educated himself on how to take care of a husky. 
  • Look, Zen becomes the way Jumin is with Elizabeth the 3rd. Zen practices his lines with the dog. He got a little care seat on his motorcycle so the dog can go with him to his special place. You do not fuck with his dog. The dog is like an exact replica of Zen. White fur with Red eyes making all the other dogs want to be him or want to be with him. The dog is really there for Zen in a emotional level. They both know how it is to be ignored and not loved. Okay TBH, Jun rarely gets dog food, he gets meat, chicken, ham, all that good stuff. Zen makes sure he runs the the fat off so he doesn’t get sick D: He makes sure the dog takes frequent ice baths c: He loves to go to the park and play catch with his doggie. They cant be there for long because of fans wanting to take pictures. BEST BELIEVE THIS DOG IS THERE POSING FOR THE PHOTO

Yoosung’s Dog: Rin the Corgi

  • Yoosung was tired of feeling lonely all the time and he decided to do something about it. He decided to join a new club at campus and he decided to join the CORGI APPRECIATION SQAUD club. He always wanted to be apart of a squad so he was an active member c: He started to find appreciation to the breed and decided to get one of his own c: The club gave him directions to this adoption center and thats where he met his best friend RIN THE CORGI :,D Rin was Yoosungs hype dog! Yoosung bought LOL shirts for her and everything. He loVES PLAYING WITH HER TINY LITTLE LEGS!!! HE LIKS TO FLICK IT AND SING TO HER WHILE HE RUBS HER BELLY. SHE BRINGS HIM HAPPINESS. LIKE HE BUYS PAJAMAS FOR HER AND EVERYTHING. REASON TO LIVE. REASON TO DO GOOD IN SCHOOL. SHE IS JUST A GOOD GIRL. LOVES TO HUG. SHE TRIPS SOMETIMES BUT ITS OKAY. YOOSUNG PICKS HER UP AND TAPS HER BUT A BIT. 

Saeran’s Dog: Ciel the Doberman

  • Saeran actually met Ciel in the worst way possible. Ciel was Saerans personal guardian angel.
  • When Rika manipulated Saeran to join Mint Eye, he wasn't “conditioned” yet. He didnt know what Rika meant by that but 2 months later he was locked in the basement with little food and water. Men wearing white robes and black masks came in the basement and hosed down Saeran leaving him soaked and wet. They have him eat special food 3 times a day and thats all he gets. He doesn’t have clothes or a blanket. He just has a mattress and a pillow. He couldn’t believe Saeyoung would trade his freedom for his brother. Rika finally was convincing him that Saeyoung left him to die and that he must be cleansed by the lord. “The enemy is the RFA. The stole my happiness away from me. My main target is my own flesh and blood Saeyoung Choi. Mission? To Kill Him.” That was all he was thinking about when he was holding himself in the night trying to spread warmth throughout his body. Later in the night, he heard rapid footsteps around the basement. He thought it was a rat but he rubbed his eyes to try and see better. His vision cleared a bit and he saw a white puppy hiding behind one of the boxes holding bread in its mouth. The puppy looked at Saeran and ran into one of the empty boxes. Saeran went closer to the pups territory and kneeled down extending its hand so the puppy can know Saeran means no harm. The puppy trusted him and from that day on, the dog shared its stolen meal with Saeran and cuddled with him in the night so they both can stay warm. 
  • However one afternoon, the puppy was hiding in its box waiting for nightfall to sneak out and grab food. The puppies nap was rudely interrupted when Rika and her followers barged into the basement to beat up Saeran because they accused him of stealing food. The three masked men were punching and kicking him leaving Saeran defenseless. The puppy didn’t think twice leaving his hidden box and went to attack the men. The puppy was biting their legs as if they were pieces of meat protecting his friend. Rika saw what was happening and was about to attack the puppy till Saeran interfered and protected his friend. Saeran finally decided to fully join her and her cult if they let him and his friend live like decent beings. Rika agreed knowing the medicine was now taking affect. She gave them a room and Chef to feed them and everything. From that day on, they were eachs other ride or die.

Jihyun/V’s Dog: Angel the Australian Shepard 

  • Angel traveled around the world with V. She is a very loyal and friendly dog. The only problem V had with Angel is that for an odd reason, she hated Rika. Whenever Rika walked into the room, Angel growled and walked away. When Rika tried to cuddle with V, Angel jumped on the couch and sat on his lap demanding attention. Rika hated Angel and Angel hated her. She tried to convince V to get rid of Angel because her excuse was it was “damaging the relationship”. He told her no that he rather lose her than Angel. Angel barked and slept with V while Rika was planning on a thing called Mint Eye. Rika told V about her idea and Angel went and laid on top of V and growled at her. A sun can always disappear but an Angel will always be there.

MC’s Dog: Shin the Dalmatian

  • This dog is legit the worse dog guard ever. Zen convinced MC to get a dog to make sure she is safe and protected. She told Zen she already had a dog and that her name was Shin and that she was your pride and joy. The whole RFA felt better knowing you had a dog there ready to protect its master from any harms way. 
    • V saw the messages and began to freak out thinking the dog could possibly smell the bomb so he just never logged back in LMAO IM SORRY  HE HAS IMPORTANT SHIT TO DO 
  • However, MC didnt tell them that Shin is the most friendliest dog ever. She plays with everyone and loves to play little jokes. MC usually smiled because Shin had the same personality as the person who gave MC the adorable Dalmatian, MC’s grandfather c: Whenever she had to make phone calls or answer emails for the party, Shin was mostly annoyed because she wasn’t getting any attention
    • When MC heard her window shattered she was frighten seeing a white haired man in her home. She knew that was Unknown but before she could say anything, Shin jumped ontop of the man knocking him to the floor. Shin was wagging her tail with a ball in her mouth. Unknown did not expect that reaction. 
      • EXTRA BONUS 
        • Unknown started to play fetch with Shin and joined them for dinner eating spaghetti with them. 

Seven’s Dog: Chip the Shibu Inou 

  • He was inspired to get this dog because he saw a meme on social media about Doge and he wanted one so bad. Screw Elly, if she didnt want or need his love, he was going to give it to someone who needs it. He decided to go to a shelter hoping he can find famous meme breed and after 8 different shelters, he couldn’t find the meme breed D: He was beginning to lose hope but he decided to try one more shelter. When he entered the shelter, he saw a 7 month year old Shibu Inu and he screeched like a little girl. He ran towards their cage and was beginning to baby talk to it. He paid for the papers and everything. He didnt prepare to have a animal in its home, so he fed it honey buddah chips. When the dog stuck his face inside the bag it got stuck and Seven began laughing. He removed the bag from the puppies face and noticed there was a chip on it heads. He decided to call his perfect companion Chip :) Short for Honey Buddha Chips :) The thing he loves the most is named after his love :,D 
  • Seven decided to wear a Shibu Inu costume and slept on the floor with Chip so Chip wouldn’t feel lonely :,) After a couple of days later, he brought chip to sleep with him in his bed because the floor was getting uncomfortable. When Chip started to sleep with Seven, Sevens nightmare started to fade away. The guilt he carried inside his head and heart was being cured by chip, but it didnt mean his episodes stopped. One night Seven was having episodes when he was coding because he thought he saw a code saying “Saeran” in binary and he totally lost it. He fell to the ground crying grabbing his own hair. Chip grabbed a potato and ran to Seven giving the potato to him. He then went on his lap and cuddle him giving of “I’m here, everything will be okay vibes” :)

Jumin’s Dog: King Charles the German Shepard 

  • Jumin only thought about getting a dog because he was getting tired of Saeyoung trying to sneak into his pent house and grab Elizabeth 3rd. 
  • He knew Saeyoung could get past the guards and fuck up the security system easily, so he decided to tell Assistant Kang to look for breeder that has the highest qualifications to breed guard dogs. He finally got the information from Assistant Kang and personally went with Elizabeth 3rd to find the perfect dog to protect Elizabeth. Of course Elizabeth must come along to help him find the perfect dog that is suitable for her taste. He had Elizabeth the 3rd in his arms with security guards around him because he was paranoid a dog might react aggressively seeing a precious feline. 
  • He entered the training camp and noticed how obedient the dogs where, but they already belong to the trainers. The breeder took him to the 1-2 year old dogs who matured enough to be obedient. He walked in the special area and there was this black German Shepard that has been eyeing Jumin and Elizabeth from far away. Jumin didnt notice because he was noticing how Elizabeth the 3rd was feeling a bit nervous. Jumin didnt notice that there was an untrained angry dog on the lose and it was heading towards Elizabeth the 3rd. Elizabeth knew she was in danger and jumped out of her fathers arm and ran for it, she put Forest Gump to shame, she was having her own kitty Vietnam flashbacks. Jumin notice the angry dog about to attack Elizabeth till a black German Shepard who’ve been observing the whole situation decided to attack the other dog and defend Elizabeth. The two dogs were fighting till the owner of the untrained dog got a hold of the rude dog and took him back to his cage for training. Jumin ran quickly to the fierce black German Shepard and notice it had a bite mark around its neck. He noticed Elizabeth 3rd climb onto the back of the dog and licked the battle wound and Jumin fell in love with the dog. He bought the dog right away and he was preparing paperwork to sue the trainer for almost hurting his precious feline. He welcomed King Charles with open arms because it saved his heart, his everything, Elizabeth 3rd. 
    • Jumin left a camera in the penthouse and camped out in his car to see if King Charles can do his job 
      • 1 hour later Seven sneaked in and right when he made it pass the kitchen, King Charles attacked Seven by barking and chasing him off the penthouse. 
        • Jumin trained him to not the hurt the RFA but to scare them LMAO 
          • when he noticed everything on the camera, he bought King Charles a diamond collar. 

Jaehee’s Dog: Mocha the Beagle

  • This precious little Beagle is Jaehees best friend. She is always waiting for Jaehee to come home from a long day of being Jumins slave. She picked up Mocha while she kicked off her shoes and threw her fake as glasses on the couch. She gave Mocha a quick kiss on her adorable forehead and gently flicked her long soft ears. UGH MOCHAS EARS. 
  • Jaehee then went to kitchen and placed Mocha on the chair and began talking to Mocha about her day while making coffee. People may not believe her when she tells them, but Mocha actually responds back by giving different variations of a bark. If she disagrees with something, mostly what Jumin makes her do, Mocha gives a mad bark with a little growl. If she agrees, she barks happily with a little pant. 
  • Jaehee just smiles at her canine thanking the moment she first met Mocha. 
  • *flashback*
  • It was a heavy rainstorm that on particular night and Mr. Han offered to take Jaehee to her apartment because she took a cab to work. She politely agreed and hold and umbrella over Mr. Hans head so he wouldn’t get wet. 
    • Her whole left shoulder was soaking wet but she had to do it for her boss. They were halfway there to the limo but she heard a faint cry. She stopped and Mr. Han got a bit week and looked annoyed. He was tugging her to continue walking but she didnt. She kept looking for the noise and saw a box with a little head poking outside of it. She dragged Mr. Han to the car and pushed him inside and ran back to help the helpless creature. She almost lost her job but she knows Jumin cant find no one better than her. :)

Adam away at college studying at his apartment with friends or something when his punk rock boyfriend shows up in biker boots (I imagine Ronan getting a motorcycle while Adam’s away with the bmw) and a leather jacket with a tattoo peaking out around his neck. and he plops down with the group like “‘sup nerds” and they get chatting and someone asks him where he goes to school and he’s like, “no, I’m a farmer” and they all think it’s a joke and he lets them think it’s a joke until the night wears on and at some point he’s showing everyone photos of the new baby goats he adopted and there’s a close up of the scary-looking ugly one that Opal picked out (she gave it a mohawk and named it Kerah) and it turns out he brought Adam a jar of preserves because he grew too many strawberries and later he shows off the bitchin’ scar he got on his elbow while building a new chicken coop. and everyone’s just like where the hell did you find this guy



“Have you seen Betty?”

Kevin looked up from his cellphone to see the dark haired James dean lookalike staring at him expectantly.

“Are you kidding me? That’s the third time you’ve tracked me down to ask me that question , I’m flattered Jughead, really, but if you put half as much time into looking for Betty as you do asking me where she is, I’m sure you would actually find her.” He smirked cockily from his seat in the student lounge.

Jughead rolled his eyes and quirked an eyebrow as Kevin placed his phone down.
“It’s the third of the month, she’s were she is on every third day of every month.” He explained plainly. Clearly Jughead was missing something.

“And where would that be?” The beanie wearing boy asked patiently. Kevin finally looked up at him and frowned confused
“You mean you don’t know? You guys have been dating for three months, haven’t you ever wondered where she goes every third day of the month?” He asked.

“I never noticed, things have been pretty hectic, now that you mention it… so where is she? Where does she go?”

Kevin scratched his neck suddenly nervous and uncomfortable, it wasn’t a secret that Betty hid from anyone but it was a personal story, one Kevin was nervous to share. Jughead sensed Kevin’s tension and nodded encouragingly
“She’s my girlfriend dude.” He said slowly.

Shaking his head Kevin began the story

“On the third day of every month Betty heads out to the poppy fields over in Pembrooke, she spends pretty much the whole night there. She umm… it was her and her brothers special place. Do you remember Chick Cooper?” He asked

Jughead nodded, Chick Cooper was Betty’s older brother, he left Riverdale one day and never came back, everyone assumed he was in college and didn’t have time to make visits.

Kevin continued
“Chick well… Chick was killed a few years back, he was killed in combat. That’s why Betty took that huge break from school. Well anyway, Chicks ashes are spread in the poppy field and Betty goes every month to talk to him, when they were kids they would get dressed up and spend hours out there. Betty continued the tradition on the third of every month, she left school early today to head down there.” Kevin trailed off as his phone began to ring “oh that’s Joaquin! I have to take this” with that the excited boy ran off leaving Jughead alone with his thoughts.

What kind of a boyfriend was he that he didn’t know that about his girlfriend? Her brother, her best friend, he was dead? She never brought it up, never mentioned it. Was she holding all that pain in this whole time. God Jason blossoms murder, that must have hit home with her, that’s why she was always trying to help Cheryl, giving her the benefit of the doubt, he could still remember the soft way she had reminded Veronica

“Remember, She just lost her brother.”
He should have noticed how sad her eyes were, how she seemed to go to a distant place in her mind. She was always there supporting him, confiding in him, and he didn’t even care to know her family story?
Suddenly an idea rang through his mind, hopping over the couch, he ran through the halls before finding Archie in a towel in the boys locker room

“Hey jug! What’s u…”

“I need to borrow your white button down, you keep an extra in here for emergencies right?” Jughead asked digging through Archie’s gym locker.

“Umm yeah sure, why the desperate need for a button down” Archie asked confused.

“I’ve got a date with Betty and her brother.” He stated simply, smiling and holding up the white shirt in victory.
Archie looked confused
“Jug, Betty’s brother, chick.. he’s..”

Jughead ripped his shirt off and pulled Archie’s over his shoulders

“A little big, but it’ll do. Thanks pal, see you tonight.” He slapped a hand to Archie’s shoulder and headed outside towards Fred Andrews old truck, Archie’s dad let him drive it almost all the time, it was crazy having someone who cared about you, it still made Jughead stop and slow down a little, maybe one day he’d get used to it, but for now he was just grateful.

He arrived at the Pembrooke poppy fields in record time, casting a quick look in the mirror, he decided to leave his hat. He didn’t want Chick thinking he was a weirdo, ghost or not.

It was easy to find Betty, she was sitting crouched in the flowers, her long blonde hair left loose just like Jughead liked, the gorgeous black, flowing dress was a dark contrast to the brightly colored Flowers and Jughead was almost certain he would never see anything as beautiful as this scene for the rest of his life. He made his way to her slowly as he heard her talking into the air

“…but Polly is certain it’s a boy, even though the doctor says it’s twins she doesn’t believe him, I’d love a niece but then again having another guy In the house might be nice, ya know with dad not living at home anymore.”

Jughead took that moment to step in
“Hey, what am I chopped liver?” He asked with a small smile, laughing as Betty jumped up, her eyes going wide when she first saw him.

“Juggie?! What are you doing here?” She moved to touch his arm, a gesture she had adopted to let him know she was happy he was here.

“I told you that it’s important for me to meet your family, I meant your whole family.” He finished softly, cupping her cheek with his palm as her eyes filled with tears

“Juggie.” She choked out.

“Plus I get to see you looking like the blackbird of my dreams” he smiled goofily as Betty gave a watery laugh, tugging him by the hand to sit beside her in the poppys.

“Chick loved flowers and he loved photography, I think you two would’ve really gotten along.” She smiled sadly, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“Well Chick, I’m sorry I never got to meet you, I’m sure you were an amazing guy. And patient too, living in a house with all those cooper girls.” He smiled as Betty snorted beside him
“I love your sister, I’m going to take care of her okay. You don’t have to worry about me hurting her, I won’t.” He looked down to see Betty staring up at him, her dark green eyes shining with love
“Also.. I know you would be giving me a really painful pat on the back, so take comfort in the fact that I appreciate the sentiment.” Jughead said up to the sky.

Betty and Jughead sat in that yellow and orange field for hours, talking to each other, talking to her brother and occasionally losing themselves to fits of giggles. This world was filled with sadness and the darkness tended to overwhelm the light these days, but in a poppy field on the third day of the third month, two damaged small town kids found love in each other and that was something to hold onto.

Actual Magic

A drabble from my sick bed - Emma has her happy beginning and I’ve been kinda wondering what comes next.  I know not everyone needs or wants to read about Swan-Jones babies, so warning that this deals with the idea of that, but with my own personal take on the subject.

I completely get where Emma is right now…she’s married and happy in that marriage.  Let’s be real…the idea of kids has already occurred to her, at least in the abstract when she saw Killian with Ashley’s kid at Granny’s.  This is my little take on what she may be thinking now that the wedding is over and the battle is done (let’s assume she’s won and everything is perfect).  I can see her struggling with the idea of kids, for lots of reasons and I kinda took it from there.

I’m going to be really transparent and admit that this is also a reflection on where I am personally in life.  Perhaps it’s uncouth to ask, but if you don’t like how this comes out, maybe keep it to yourself?  Life is imitating art in this instance and I’m baring my own insecurities and worries here, so be kind.  

If you don’t want to read about kids or babies or wondering about kids or babies, this should be a hard pass for you.    

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Bucky Barnes x reader AU (short series)

Notes: swearing, flirting, mentions of child abuse and alcoholism (past), angst, mentions of sex.

Summary: As a PA/secretary, you are all too familiar with the fantasies nearly all men share: banging their hot assistant. Former jobs haven’t worked out for you for that exact reason, and now starting out at a new company, as the secretary for the CEO of the hottest modelling agency in the country, you’re hoping this one will be different. But after meeting your new boss, Mr J.B. Barnes, you’re not so sure if it will be. Then again, maybe Mr Barnes is not as stereotypical as you think he is.  

A/N: Okay, so. Shit is gonna hit the fan on this one. Enter: Steve, Tony and Pepper. It might feel like I’m skipping over some crucial stuff, but don’t worry! I’ll get to that. Enjoy! 

Business went on as usual for the next few days, the only thing different was that James wouldn’t let you go to meetings alone anymore with anyone he didn’t know. You’d jumped up and down, pleaded left and right, but he wouldn’t have any of it. After finally giving in, James took you to lunch and had to physically pull a folder out of your hands to get you to eat.

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How Mark loves Bridget?!

“Are you happy?”

Here is the difference when Bridget told both that she’s pregnant. The first thing came up from Jack’s mind is the baby. But with Mark, his priority is Bridget, is she happy with this news? Is she happy to have a child with him?

“Our boy”

Both of them are happy to be the father. But the most important things is with who. And friendly reminder that quote from Mark’s letter “I want a life with you more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”

Falling in love doesn’t happen on paper

How much Jack loves Bridget? One of the top reason that Jack attracted by Bridget is about her personality or that 97% on paper. And Mark, well you know the rest (just as you are; lmao) and look at how well Mark understands Bridget.

You are my world

Bridget left Mark in the next morning after the christening, and the baby is the only connect them back together. So, when Jack let Mark believes the baby isn’t him, Mark just gave up. But when he found the reindeer jumper, it’s clearly that he hasn’t, can’t forget Bridget. And in the airport, he saw Tom with his adopted child. This is the moment he realizes why he can’t be like Tom? Is that really important if the baby is not his son? Because the important thing is he still love her. That’s why he came back to Bridget and ..

Just as I love you

“What if he’s not yours?” She is not finding the answer, she just wants to confirm it. This is not only about who is the father or how much he will love her son, but also about how much this person love her. Remember in BJD, she said I’m not willing to gamble my whole life on someone who’s not quite sure.I’m still looking for something more extraordinary than that.”,obviously Jack paused a moment too long when Mark answered her without any hesitation…It doesn’t matter at all. Jack said he loves her, but that love isn’t strong enough to love her son too. In the opposite, the love Mark for Bridget is strong and powerful for him to love her son. “Then I will love him anyway” .See the difference?

Flufflet #1 for @lifeinahole27, to help reward her for writing her CSBB story!

First up, some wedding (reception) related fluff–

Emma had initially been opposed to having a redo wedding reception, but once it became clear that the whole town viewed it as the opportunity to have a really baller victory party, there was very little she could do to argue against it. 

So everyone all got dressed up again, went back to the rooftop, and enjoyed the wedding reception that should have happened a week earlier. And Emma had to admit, it was kind of a blast, eating, drinking, laughing, and dancing the whole night.

Her feet were killing her as they pulled up to the house once the party ended. Snow and Regina had both objected pretty vehemently to Emma being the one to drive, but Killian was still learning how to drive stick, so what else were they supposed to do? Besides, they had to drive home; Henry had decorated the Bug with streamers and cans and a “Just Married (Last Week)” sign.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Killian said as they climbed up the front steps.


“Let’s do this properly.” He reached down and lifted her up in a bridal carry.

“Killian, we did this already.” They had; right after the final battle, he’d carried her over the threshold, insisting that this was going to be their wedding night, come hell or high water.

“Well, now we’re doing it again. Don’t argue with me.” And over the threshold they went.

“I need something to drink,” she said, before he could carry her up the stairs. “Come on, we’ll do the whole wedding night thing, I just want some time to breathe, okay?” God, how did couples go right to wedding night sex after their wedding receptions? All she wanted to do right now was sit and watch TV. Was that normal?

He set her down and wandered into the living room while she busied herself in the kitchen. “Want anything?”

“Perhaps some water–with a little lemon juice in it.”

“Oh, good idea.” She grabbed and extra glass and grabbed the bottle of lemon juice from the fridge. Killian hated it, preferring to use real lemons all the time, but she liked the convenience.

He was smiling at her, almost like he was dazed, as she sat down beside him and handed him his glass. He took a quick gulp and then settled his left arm around her. “I had a lovely time tonight.”

“Me, too.” Mmm, yeah, the lemon had been a good idea. “I’m just glad Gold didn’t kill you on the spot when you offered to shake his hand. Did you hit your head or something?”

“Inviting him and Belle was your idea.”

“Yeah, because Belle’s one of your close friends. We had to invite Gold because we invited her.”

He snorted. “Are you truly upset that I’m trying to put the past behind me and make peace with him?”

“No, just … I’m surprised, I guess. I just thought maybe you’d settle for not murdering each other.”

“He’s a father again, and he’s trying to make things work with Belle. I suppose the best way to keep him from relapsing is to ensure he has the same safety net that I have.”

“Noble.” She sipped her water.

“I try.” She let out a long sigh without thinking. “Something wrong?”

“No, just … I’m glad we got to have our wedding. I didn’t get to really appreciate just how fantastic you look in that tux.”

He grinned. “Aye, and now I can tell you just how beautiful you are in your gown. You look like a swan.”

“No,” she said, her face hot.

“Well, perhaps more so when you wore your veil.” She’d taken it off halfway through the night, and if she was being honest, she had no idea where it went. Oops. “But I stand by my comment.”

“Swans are vicious,” she reminded him.

“And elegant.” He gave her a strange look. “Those earrings look familiar.”

She blushed. “Yeah?”

“Yes. Where have I seen them before?”

“Our first date.”

The look of wonder on his face was enough to make her want to melt. “Really?” She nodded. “Well, they’re lovely.”

“And that date was lovely,” she said. “Your own issues aside.”

“Oy, I think I’ve suffered enough for that one.”

They sat quietly for a bit as they sipped their water. When he finished his, he set it down on the coffee table (on a coaster of course), and took her free hand in his. “I can’t believe we’re married.”

“We’ve been married for a week,” she reminded him. She began to toy with his rings.

“Aye, and in a week, I’ll still wake up and think about how strange it is that we’re married.”

“Bad strange?”


“I know what you mean.” She still felt almost giddy that she had a husband.

She wished little kid Emma could see this–that she’d grow up to be a literal princess who was married to the hottest man to ever walk the earth. Hell, she wished twenty-eight-year-old Emma Swan could see this; it would have been way more mind-blowing than the son she gave up for adoption showing up to tell her fairy tales were real. Or at least equally unbelievable.

Something felt different. “Whoa.”


“Your rings.”

“Well, I had to remove it to wear my wedding ring.”

“No, I know. I meant the other two.”

“What about them?”

“They’re different.”

“Aye. Swan, you’re very astute.”

“Killian,” she said firmly. “We’ve known each other for a long time now, and you’ve always worn the same three rings. What gives?”

He sighed. “I’ll never entirely be free of my past,” he said quietly. “I can’t erase the harm I’ve done, the people I’ve killed, the destruction I’ve caused. But I want our future together to be a happy one. I want to spend my days building something with you, with our family. It’s why I’m trying to make peace with the Crocodile.”

“If you’re trying to make peace with him, you might want to stop calling him that,” she interjected. He glared at her. “Sorry.”

“As I was saying, my darling wife.” His irritation was fond, at least. “Those rings were always reminders of the man I was. For a long time, I assumed I would always wear them, as a way of never letting myself forget to stay on the right path. But I had to part with one of them so I could wear my wedding ring, and it made me realize …” He took a deep breath. “My ring symbolizes all that now. I look at it, and I think of you and our life together. I don’t need the other reminders anymore. And so I decided it was time to find some new rings.”

“I think that’s great.” She lifted his hand up and kissed each ring, ending on the wedding band. She loved seeing it on his hand; she didn’t think she’d ever get tired of it. “I do like the new rings a lot.”

“I’m glad. Your family helped pick them out.”


“Well, mostly your mother and Regina,” he admitted. “But your father and Henry approved the final choices.”

She looked down at his hand again. She’d grown so familiar with his old rings that the new ones had felt all wrong. But now? They weren’t wrong anymore.

God, she loved him too much. And now he was her husband.



“Let’s go have our wedding night.”

WE CRACKED PLL (or how at least it could make sense)

Last night, my friends and I, were watching episode 7x14 and it really gave us some old-pll vibes so, as soon as it finished, we spent about 2 hours theorising! It had been a couple of years since we had done that!! If you wanna read our thoughts on the matter, keep on reading!!

THE OTHER KIDS OF MARY DRAKE (and some other family relationships)

Okay, let’s start to try and untangle the Drake-Hastings-DiLaurentis family tree a bit:

  • Jessica and Ken had Alison
  • Jessica and Peter had Jason
  • Peter and Veronica had Melissa
  • Peter and Mary had Spencer
  • Mary and Pastor Ted had Charlotte
  • according to the Radley’s doctor, Mary delivered more than 2 babies

who are these babies? Wren and Bethany

Let’s see the picture Wren draw when working at Radley (in the same episode we see him talking on the phone to A -coughcough, Charlotte, his sister, coughcough- to take care of their own ends):

This is the picture of the perfect family: Daddy playing with his son, and mommy and big sis laughing with them. but who are they? I like to think it’s just as simple as Mary, Charlotte (because Wren loves her and he wouldn’t want to draw her as a boy out of respect for her), Wren himself and his dad. 

We don’t have a confirmation of who the dad is but I have always believed it’s Scott Montgomery who we know had a history of mental illness and could have easily met Mary at Radley and voilà, Wren was born!

As we already know, Mary had had Charlotte once she was in Radley and they gave her to Jessica so the DiLaurentises could adopt her. Then, years later Wren was born, also in Radley, and Mary wasn’t doing that well at the time so she couldn’t take care of him, and neither could Scott, so he was put up for adoption and ended up with a nice British family and the sexiest accent ever.

Years passed and Mary was jealous of Jessica for having the perfect family, his little baby Charles and Alison on its way so she wanted to get back at her and had an affair with Peter. She got pregnant with twins, Spencer who was adopted by Peter and Bethany (aunt Jessica anyone?) who probably was checked into Radley after some time of living with the Youngs.  


Wren was born in Radley and put out for adoption. An English family adopted him but when he was about to go to college he decided to go to the US so he could find out more about his family. 

He then found the identity of his birthmother and started dating Melissa to be close to the DiLaurentises and find out more about his family. He then discovered the whole thing, started working at Radley so he could investigate more and bonded with Charlotte.


Bethany’s case is similar to Wren’s, she and Spencer were born in Radley and put out for adoption. Spencer went with the Hastings’ and Bethany ended up living with the Youngs. After some time, Bethany started showing signs of mental illness and ended back at Radley where she met her birthmother. She also met Charlotte there. As we have seen, she was angry at Mrs. D and wanted revenge so on labour day she escaped Radley and went to Rosewood.

That night, after Ali had already been dug up, she got mistaken for Ali and Mona hit her on the head. Then Melissa buried her. 

At this point, it would have been easy for the police to get her mistaken for Ali, nobody knew she was Mary’s offspring and after all, don’t they check DNA with the siblings? wouldn’t Jason and Bethany have the same DNA markers as siblings have, seeing they share the father and their moms are identical twins?


Charlotte and Wren. They are/were fighting for their family, hurting everybody who has ever hurted them. When Wren was working at Radley, he met Charlotte and they shared their life stories. They bonded and decided to take on Mona’s game to avenge their family. 

this marvelous edit was made by @wrenischarles. thanks!!

The game had already started, and the girls were making mistakes, so it was very easy for them to continue it. They started with opening their sister’s grave so the world knew it wasn’t Alison in there and continued fighting until Ali came back. Now it was time to prepare for their final act and they allied with Lucas (and probably some others such as Jenna, Noel, etc. to end the game once and for all). 

The girls were getting closer to them so they decided that Charlotte would confess and they made up Charlotte’s story from 6x10. They knew that because of her previous mental illness problems, she would be checked into another mental facility for some years and then, if she behaved well, would get out like nothing happened. 

Everything went according to plan except that Charlotte got killed just hours after being back home, so Wren got angry and started letting everything out on the Liars.


  • We now know Lucas and Charles (Charlotte) were friends, could they be using Lucas’ brains to develop their masterplan? it is clear Lucas hates Ali and he can’t be that happy with Hanna either… he’s been in love with the girl for ages now!
  • It gives Melissa some solid motive to bury Bethany: she knew about Spencer being adopted, so she probably knew about her having a twin sister and when she saw that her family’s secret could get out, she took the bull by its horns.
  • This could also explain why Aria has been the less atacked by A, she is Wren’s cousin.
  • Wren and Ezra definitely know each other. Come on! take a look at the art that was in the cabin Ezra took Aria to, and the way they look at each other on ep. 7x15′s promo. 

BONUS THEORY: what if Spencer is actually Bethany and the real Spencer is the body they found in Ali’s grave? We have never seen Bethany’s face, so that gives us room to play with her, doesn’t it? It would take the show FULL CIRCLE and also follow the book’s plot, maybe it is a little bit too twisted, but you never really know with this show, it’s PLL after all!

disclaimer: I haven’t read any theories lately due to lack of time so I don’t know if anybody has already said something along these lines. if so, I apologize!!


happy credence/modesty headcanons
  • once, he found an apple so so red he believed it was made of wax, but he secured it in his jacket until it was bed time, so they could share it, he only had the half of one half so she could have the rest
  • credence had learned to braid her hair, and she prefers him over chastity, because chastity brushes her hair so harshly and she doesn’t undo her tangles as carefully as credence does
  • when beatings get too rough, modesty will sneak into credence bed, wiping away his tears and promising that things will be fine, trying to soothe him to sleep
  • ma never has money for new clothes, but chastity taught them basic sewing, so in quiet days, they will huddle up in a corner meddling their socks and sewing buttons back in place
  • modesty is scared of storms, so she always sleeps in credence’s bed when there’s one
  • one day in summer, ma was in an inexplicable good mood and let them have an evening off. credence took her to a park, where they played and chased each other until their clothes were stained with grass and they were breathless with laughter
  • modesty went to school before being adopted by ma, but credence didn’t, so it was her the one who taught him to read letters and numbers and sign with his name
  • during a very cold day, a kind woman gave credence money, he knew he shouldn’t have accepted it, but the look of modesty’s face when he handled her candy bars and sweets made up the angry beatings of his belt at the end of the night
  • when they are outside, modesty always grabs credence’s hand, not ma’s, not chastity’s
  • one night, modesty whispered to credence that she wanted to be a nurse when she grew up, credence didn’t need to ask why, when she was running her fingerpads over the scars of his hands.
  • “credence, do you really believe in god?” 
    “ma would punish you if she heard you asking that!” 
    “…yeah, but do you?”
  • in winter, when it’s very cold and there’s barely enough of ma’s tasteless vegetable soups, credence will always shove the biggest pieces of potatoes and turnips into modesty’s plate
  • on good nights, with no beatings and no screams, they go outside the church and look up at the sky, giving names and shapes to the clouds
  • sometimes, chastity will come to them, hissing and telling them they are up to something and that she will tell ma, modesty and credence just share knowingly stares and smiles
  • “i am sure magic is not that bad”
  • modesty always knew, about the darkness living inside of credence, but she never told anyone about it 

A/N: since i literally don’t have any barry allen oneshots i brought this one back from my old account :)))

  • PAIRING: Barry Allen x Reader
  • SUMMARY: In which Barry always goes to Jitters but somehow always sees a girl there, typing. Boy meets girl, bam they fall in love right? Not their story…
  • WORDS: 1116 (it’s long sorryy)

DAY 1. It was a Sunday, he had work and she had an entry to write. He decided to stop by a place he’s all too familiar with to grab a cup of coffee to go. She decided the same.

He goes for the coffee, she goes there for inspiration. It was bound for the both of them to meet somehow.

That was the day, a cappuccino he ordered to the barista. That’s when he saw her, sitting on one of the uncomfortable chairs, the coffee shop had many to offer, her laptop on the square table with a notepad next to it. While her brows were furrowed, an obvious look of concentration, as she typed her delicate fingers on the keyboard.

The moment he saw her face, he was in shock at her beauty, gaping almost. The barista snapped him out of his daze, “one large cappuccino for Barry!?”

The young man shook his head, coming out of his daydream. Taking the coffee from the woman, smiling his infamous smile showing off his pearly whites as thanks.

With one last look at the mysterious girl, he left to go save the day.

DAY 2. He was there yet again, it’s officially been apart of his daily routine to get a cup of caffeine before he arrived at his workplace.

‘I guess you can say coffee has taken part of my life now,’ he would say if anyone commented about it. However, it was true if anyone had the courage to question about it.

When he was in line for the second day that week that was when he saw her, yet again, typing away at her keyboard. Her Y/H/C hair parted on her shoulder neatly, as it cascaded down to her waist [that’s how long my hair is lololol].

Barry couldn’t help but gape at her, again. He looked at his watch that his adoptive father gave him, sad to go to work now.

DAY 3. This time he went to the coffee shop around the afternoon, it was a Tuesday; one of his favorite days since it’s his day off.

That’s usually the day where he goes to his day job, S.T.A.R labs. However, today was different, he went to Jitters with his friends today.

Right when he walked in the ornate cafe, with his two friends by his side, he saw her once again.

This time though she stopped typing and looked up at him too, their eyes met for a split second but it felt way longer. As if time stopped, and they were the only two people on this Earth.

Cisco was the person that snapped him out of his daze, telling him that they found a table. It was at least 3 feet away from the stunning girl.

The whole time Barry shared his company with his pals, he kept his gaze on the mysterious girl that he keeps running into somehow.

Every time she would look up to meet his stare, he turns to his companions and played as if he was interested in their conversation. Barry was whipped he didn’t even know it.

Caitlin and Cisco noticed, sending a few knowing glances at each other. They didn’t say anything until they got back to the lab, Cisco immediately bringing it up. “So who was that girl at Jitters you were staring at?”

Barry just gave his long-haired buddy a glance, furrowing his brows. “I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

His pal gave him a mischievous expression, “Dude just ask her out.” The sentence made the brunet sigh, shrugging his shoulders.

DAY 4. The sentence that Cisco told him kept replaying in his head, over and over. Though Barry tried his best to shake it off.

The brown haired man didn’t know that they were going to meet again except this time it wasn’t at their usual place.

It was the job where his childhood best friend Iris worked, Picture News. The young man went to pick up his best friend for lunch.

Barry went towards her desk, where he greeted her. She smiled at him excitedly, “Barry! I’d love for you to meet someone,” the young woman enthusiastically greeted him without actually greeting him.

He was confused but still smiled his shy smile, and that’s when he saw her. Iris gently grabbed her by her wrist, smiling genuinely at her.

The girl’s eyes went wide when she saw him, it was the young man she has been coincidentally seeing day by day. Even though she didn’t look up the few times he saw her she still saw him from the corner of her Y/E/C eyes.

Once Iris brought her next to her, they were officially face to face. “Barry, I would like for you to meet my new colleague Y/N.”

After looking into each other’s sparkling eyes for a moment, they finally snapped out of it and introduced each other. “H-Hi I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” She politely extended her hand for him to shake.

He charmingly smiled, showing off his pearly whites. “Um…Barry Allen,” he shook her hand, butterflies erupting in both of their stomach’s. “Nice to meet you.”

DAY 5. It was work day now, waking up at seven AM has been his usual wake up time right about now.

He went to Jitters once again, then he saw her. Y/N, since he knows her name now and she knows his.

When he saw her, she looked up from her computer screen, smiling at him. He smiled back. Then checked his watch, luckily he had about ten minutes to spare especially since he is the fastest man alive.

He pulled up the chair across from the girl, almost immediately capturing her attention. “Hey,” Barry chuckled nodding his head at her.

“Hi,” she shyly smiled at him.

There was a moment of awkward silence between the two, then Barry asked the question he has been dying to ask her ever since he saw her. “Why is it that every time I see you, you always seem super attentive towards your computer?”

She licked her lips before speaking, a habit she’s picked up recently. “Well, I’m a writer and I recently started working at Picture News. Aside from actually doing my job, I like to write.”

He seemed mesmerized by her, “But why write here?”

Y/N looked around the cinnamon smelling cafe, smiling then looked at the cute boy in front of her, who’s looking at her like she’s the most beautiful girl in the world. “I come here for inspiration.” The girl shyly muttered, rubbing her neck with her hand.

One thing Barry knew in that moment, was that he was absolutely awestruck by this girl.

Fifth times a charm.

anonymous asked:

Hii Bonneyy, How are youuu?? I don't know if you are taking requests but if you are, could you maybe do a little one shot where Juvia and Gray find out that Juvia can't have childeren??? I love your work by the way, you're incredible!!!

Hello, dear! I’m fine, thank you! And yes, you can send me requests, but sometimes the muse doesn’t get inspired, sadly. Sometimes she does, though, like now! Thanks for the prompt and I hope you enjoy what I wrote. <3 


Gray kicked himself internally while he wandered over Magnolia trying to find his wife. He shouldn’t have let her walk away on her own, she was so upset and told him she needed some time and to be honest, he did too, after the news they had that day.

It was still a bit fuzzy inside his head, the doctor’s talk about intrauterine adhesions and trauma confused him. He knew their profession was dangerous but he never thought there would be such consequences.

Earlier that day they went to see a doctor; after two years of marriage they decided to try and have a child. To make sure everything was alright, they got the appointment, which turned into a nightmare not too long after. Apparently, Juvia couldn’t carry a baby because of adhesions in her uterus caused by some trauma during their jobs.

Gray couldn’t remember the last time he saw her so shaken up – Juvia had always been energetic, positive and downright happy most of the times, so happy she usually managed to bring Gray back from any downs.

If he were true to himself, Gray never thought he’d get married and have kids while growing up. It was such a foreign thought for him that he grew used of being on his own when he wasn’t with his friends. Juvia changed that: she changed everything.

Juvia made him happy, happier than he ever thought it was possible and it was enough for him. He didn’t need anything else, but she did. Her heart was so big, she had so much love inside her she just needed to shower someone else with it so, she talked to him about trying for a child.

He knew he’d love their children as much as he loved her and after a few weeks wondering if he’d make a good father, he finally told her they could try. Oh, she had been so happy. Absolutely glowing until they found out the reality of their plans.

“Come on, Juvia.” He whispered, trying to find her and walking towards the park – he had gone to Fairy Tail but she wasn’t there so he tried another places she enjoyed going.

Finally, by the kid’s playground, Gray spotted the lovely blue shade of her hair. She was seated on one of the benches, watching the children and their parents as they played.

Sighing, Gray stepped closer to the bench and even though he was certain she sensed him getting closer – she always knew when he was around – she didn’t look away from the children. Gray sat next to her, rested his elbows on his thighs and looked at her.

Juvia had clearly been crying for some time and it broke his heart, he always hated her tears. He reached for one of her hands and squeezed it, Gray saw her lower lip tremble.

“Juvia always wanted to be a mother.” She whispered, fresh tears falling. “Since she can remember, she always wanted to have a big family, she grew up alone and didn’t want that for her children.” She sobbed. “I guess I don’t have to worry about that now.”

Gray pulled her into his arms as she cried and felt his own throat close up, feeling some loss as well. He kissed the top of her head and caressed her back, holding her close and trying to help in any way he could.

“It’s alright, Juvia.” Gray whispered. “We will be fine.”

“How?” She asked and looked up, eyes shining with tears. “I can’t give you a family.”

Gray shook his head. “Don’t say that. You and I are a family. Us and the Guild are a family. We will always be a family.”

“We were going to try to have a baby.” Juvia sniffed.

“I know.” He put a hand on her cheek. “And I know how much that meant to you. I can see it now how sad you are because of what we learned today, but Juvia… we’ve been through so much together. We went to hell and back, but we always came out of it together.”

She shook her head. “This is different. Juvia saw you were getting excited about having a baby too, it took you a while but you finally wanted it and now Juvia can’t give you that-” Her eyes widened in horror and Gray frowned in confusion. “Oh. Juvia can’t give you that.” She whispered to herself and he saw how pale she was when she let go of his hand as if it burned her. Juvia got up from the bench, eyes still wide. “You- you need to be with someone who can.” Gray didn’t like the sound of that at all. He got up and reached for her, but Juvia took a step back. “No. It’s… it’s Juvia’s fault, not yours.” The blunette shook her head. “You could still get it if Juvia’s not- Juvia has to leave-”

That’s enough.” Gray said, angrily and a bit loud, he could see some of the parents look their way in curiosity. “I know that you are hurting right now, Juvia, I know, but don’t you say another word about leaving.”

Juvia cried harder. “You could still have it. Juvia wants you to have it.”

“Do you think I want any of that without you?” Gray was exasperated and he got closer to her, not being stopped that time by her taking a step back. “Damn it, Juvia, I wouldn’t care for any of it if you hadn’t showed me I could be happy.” He put a hand on her waist and the other on her shoulder. “It took me a long time to admit it to myself and then you this, but it’s you I want. In any way, I don’t care what happens.”

Juvia hugged him. “You don’t?”

“I don’t.” Gray was well aware there was people looking their way, curious, and Gray never cared for public displays of affection like Juvia but he humored enough, but that time he knew she needed him. “And… I know it’s too soon, I know we still have to get used to what we learned today and the idea, but…” He cleared his throat. “We could still have children, Juvia.” She looked up in question. “There are a lot of children who needs a family and I think we could be that family.”

“You mean… adopt?” Juvia asked. She had so much love to give and any child they welcomed to their family would never feel in want of affection, she would shower them with love like she did to him – she had saved him from himself.  Gray, of course, would give them his love as well, like she taught him to.

“Sure.” He nodded. “I was kind of adopted by Ur. If it weren’t for her, Lyon and I wouldn’t have learned magic and I would have grown up solely focused on revenge. I needed a family and she gave me one, even if it meant having Lyon too.” Gray added and Juvia rested her head on his shoulder.

She thought for a moment. “How will we know?”

“We’ll know. We found each other, didn’t we? Or rather you found me and didn’t let go. Thankfully.” She snorted and he couldn’t help it but to feel a bit lighter at the sound. “I guess we… well, I guess we just have to find the rest of our family. They are probably waiting already.”

“Do you mean that?” Juvia looked up in hope and Gray knew there was only one answer to that question. “You are not just saying that to humor me? Truly?”

“I do.” He nodded. “I still think I’ll be a crappy dad sometimes but I will try to be a good one for that big family you want.”

“We just need to find them.”

“We just need to find them.” Gray agreed. “Do you want to go home?” He asked after a few moments. “You must be exhausted.”

“I am.” Juvia agreed. “I have a lot to think of. Or better yet, we do.” She tip-toed and gave him a peck on the lips. “Juvia will probably not be in her best mood for a while yet while she gets used to the news.”

“We’ll manage. You had to put up with my moody years, I think it’s time I return the favor.” Gray caressed her back. “You never gave up on me and I’ll never give up on you. We’ll do this in whatever way you want it.”

“Thank you.” She told him and she dried her cheeks before she looked up, love clear in her eyes. “I love you.”

Gray smiled and kissed her, “I love you too” he whispered –  even after years of being together, he still found it hard to say it all the times, but at that moment he knew she needed that further assurance and he was more than happy to give it to her.

No matter what, he’d be by her side like she always had been by his.


AN: I didn’t want this story to be sad, I wanted it to transmit hope. Of course, any woman who wants to be a mother would be upset if they discovered they couldn’t carry a child, but it doesn’t mean they can’t be mothers. There are many ways of creating a family and yes, sometimes we have to look for them instead of waiting nine months to have them. Love is what makes a family and we must never forget that.

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killerfangirl3  asked:

Anxiety secretly picks up strays and takes care of them in his room. One day Morality goes to call Anxiety for dinner and when he doesn't get a response he finds Anxiety under a pile of animals that he has adopted.

.tw: cats

Sorry if this is bad im tired and i havent really focused on it as much as i should.

Thanks to @analogically-prinxiety for helping with the ideas and the cat name “nix”

“It’s time for supper!!” Morality called out. He had called out twice before but he knew by now that they never responded until after the third call.

“sheesh Morality, we’re here now!” Roman sighed.

Morality smiled and walked up to the dishwasher where he pulled out Anxietys special plate.
He noticed that Anxiety had been distancing himself more than usual so he got the special plates all ready for Anxiety. He knew Anxiety felt self conscious about eating in front of the others so he sometimes brought the food to him but he wanted to give Anxiety his special plate. They only used this plate on special occasions or when they needed cheering up.

He was humming some sort of tune as he walked towards Anxietys room. He knocked two times before walking in, not prepared for the sight he saw.

Anxiety was laying in bed with a panicked look on his face. He had two cats on top of him, one fluffy cat that was orange and white under their chin and another cat that was fully black. Anxiety was at loss for words as the orange cat got off him and came towards Patton.

“Wait I can explain!”

“Kittens!!” Patton squealed and went forward to cuddle the orange cat that came right up to him, settinf the plate on the deak besides the door.

There was also a fluffy white cat racing around the room being followed by another black cat. There were two more cats, a grey cat with white fur at the front, sitting on Anxietys bed, watching Patton and another orange cat that was laying besides anxietys leg.

“You… you like cats?” Anxiety asked, unsure of what to say.

“I love all animals! I prefer dogs because they’re more energetic, but- aww look at him!!!” Morality cooed at the fluffy cat as it started purring, “aww he likes me!”

“He’s a she actually, but why dogs? They’re big balls who bark a lot, at least cats only meow to talk to humans, dogs just bark at whatever.” Anxiety said pushing the black cat off him as he sat up.

Morality was about to answer but Logan came into the room.

“I’m trying to study what is going-“ Logan let out a scream when he saw two cats run towards him. The black cat ran out the door while the white cat curved his back and quickly turned and went under Anxietys blanket.

“Hey Boo, it’s okay, Logan won’t hurt you, he’s not as mean as he looks, it’s okay.” Anxiety cooed coming up to the cat. The cat hissed, and Anxiety backed away, still saying soothing words. The cat was no longer hissing, but he was shrinking deeper in the blanket.

“What the-“ Roman was now at the door besides Logan who was frozen in fear from the cat.

“Aren’t you the adorablest cat of them all, and you-and you and-“ Morality was too distracted by how cute the cats were.

Anxiety was nervous.

“I can explain!“

“You better! Logan has never been so scared before.” Roman said as he was trying to reassure logan by rubbing on his arms.

“I’m okay, I just didn’t expect to see a cat coming out of Anxiety’s room,” Logan blushed but was looking a lot more comfortable than before.

“I- I saw these cats wandering around and I thought I could take care of them, you know because they’re so cute and need a home. A shelter would just throw them in a cage or-or put them to sleep and I can’t do that to these six adorable feinds,”

“You… you realize that means mischievous or a wicked person?” Logan asked.

“Yeah?” Anxiety said frowning, “so? They’re still adorable feinds. They need a home and i gave them one. You can’t just take that away from them!”

The other sides stared at him, surprised. He had never been this defensive or looked so desperate doing it.

“Well he’s right. We can’t just throw them back in the streets. Besides look at this little ball of fluff, isn’t she adorable?!” Morality cooed at the orange and white cat.

“I call her fluffy. She’s the snuggliest of them all but loves to be playful.”

“Oh I know! How about we each adopt one? Take them off your hands? That way they could not be cooped up in one room!” Patton offered.

“oh, and Logan, Boo would be perfect for you.” morality said.

“I suppose i could look after a creature that is more frightened of me than i am. Plus they are pleasing to look at and make me want to squeeze their head.”

“i never thought i’d hear you say that.” Anxiety said hiding back a smile.

“Oh i can take this one too!!” morality pointed at the orange cat that was still on anxiey’s bed, Unphased by the strangers in the room, “ Please please please let me adopt her.”

“she’s all yours. I’ve never seen anyone adapt with her so quickly.” anxiety chuckled.

“I guess we could keep them seperately but i don’t know.” roman said.

“you could take the black cat. He rarely needs company but he will be there for you if you need it.”

“i guess i do need company when im in my room. And i have plenty in it to keep them entertained.”

“you have an entire forest in your room. I think they’ll be happy.” Anxiety pointed out.

“why not?” Roman said.

“okay so He likes to play and run a lot but is usually isolates himself. He went running out though so you’ll have to go find him.” anxiety said, “but he’d be perfect for you.”

“sweet I’l shall be back. Onwords to find our beloved lost cat!” Roman smiled and walked out of the room. Anxiety rolled his eyes.

“okay so he gets the black cat snd i get these two cats?” morality asked

“yeah and pie is what i call him.” anxiety said.

“whats this cats name?” logsn asked. Anxiety and morality turned to face him suprised to see him bendinf low to pet the white cat that had recently hissed ay anxiety

“Uuh her name is Boo.”

“Why is she called that?”

“Because she’s white like a ghost and is easily scared.”

“I dont understand your reasoning, but that is quite adorable for her.”

“Hey! What are you doing?!“ Roman screamed. The sides turned their heads to the door as they heard stomping. Before they could think to leave the room Roman came back holding up the black fluffy cat awkwardly. “nope I take it back. I’m not taking in this cat. He just tried to scratch my beautiful royal bed headset.”

Anxiety just snickered.

“Too late roman, you just agreed to take in Dragon.”

“Dragon?! I cannot have a creature in my room named after a creature i fight every day, especially one as adorable and evil as this creature.”

“No takesies backsies” Anxiety said.

“That’s such a childish thing to say.” Roman snapped.

“I say that all that time though” Morality said petting Fluffy.

“Exactly.” Roman snapped, looking uncertainly and uncomfortable at the cat.

“That looks highly uncomfortable Roman. I think it would be best to put them down until you can learn to properly pick them up.” Logan pointed out, petting Boo who was starting to purr.

“Aww they’re so cute!!! Wait, Can you take in Boo?” Morality asked, “I’ll take them in if you can’t.”

“Well,” Logan looked thoughtful, “They are quite a pleasure to pet. I have wanted a companion to keep me company in my room so i suppose I could take her in.”

“Yay! So it’s settled! I get fluffy and Pie, Anxiety keeps… Wait, what’s the black cats and gray cats name?”

“Nix and then grey”

“Aww that’s such a cute name for them!! Aww! Okay, Anxiety gets nix, and grey, Roman gets dragon and Logan gets fluffy!!”

“Sounds like it’s settled.” logan said stroking boos chin.

“Good luck with Dragon Prince!” Anxiety said smirking.

“Yeah yeah, i get it. Thank you for Dragon Anxiety. Some sappy smuck about how this is going to lead to a happily ever after yada da da, the end. Good night. This prince needs his beauty sleep. And im guessing Drafon is going to have to get used to his new room. Night.”

Prince grabbed Dragon in his arms, and positioned them so they wouldn’t fall and left the room.

“For some reason I’m really curious. How did you come up with Dtagons name?” Patton asked holding the two cats at the same time.

“Oh i didn’t have a name for him yet. I just thought that would fit because Prince would hate it.”

((No idea how to end so tada!! Sorry it took months to answer back!! ))

  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: you know the hero thunderhead that edna mode mentions as her first example as to why capes are a bad idea? and mr. incredible implies that he wasn't "the brightest bulb"? the special features show that he dropped out of school and feels bad for not setting a good example to other kids. does he think he's not good enough a lot of the time? what if he's just a slow learner and the education system gave up on him? on top of that it's stated that he was raising five adopted kids-- five --with his roommate. did he have to mask his feelings of inadequacy while raising his children? did that habit lead him to be known as good with kids? is that what lead him to be so nice and altruistic and to being a superhero? how did scott-- who he probably told the government was only his roommate to avoid being arrested or having his kids taken away for being gay --and his children handle his death? were they taken care of by the national supers agency afterwards? where are they in the incredibles world during the movie's events, given thunderhead died in 1958 and at least 15 years have passed? what is the full deal on thunderhead and his family?

anonymous asked:

Hello! I adore your lists, they make for excellent reading. Thanks so much for putting them together! Would you please be able to point me towards some single!parent Killian AUs that are completed? I've been finding a lot of Emma raising Henry as a single parent but fewer of Killian being the parent. Henry in it would be an added bonus though! Thanks so much!!!

thank you sweeties. here are all the singe dad killian fics which are complete

Single!parent Killian

Is One Enough? by Filisgirl251 Killian is a single dad, who runs a popular restaurant and bar in Kissimme, Florida, called Neverland. He’s looking for a nanny to take care of his daughter. He hires Emma, who is running from her past to help raise his daughter. They fall in love, but Emma’s past is coming to haunt her. Can their love survive? Find out

Helpless by @the-lady-of-misthaven Killian Jones is a single dad, working for a better life for himself and his son Liam. He does not feel like he needs a woman in his life. Until one night he ends up in ER with his son and meets a gorgeous pediatrician, who may flip his world around.

I Wonder If I’ll Ever See You Again by whoknowsheregoes Emma and baby Henry move across the country to escape their past. But it’s hard to be a single working mom in a new place, even harder to make new friends. That is, until she runs into a handsome stranger… and just keeps running into him. Lots of CS meet-cute. Adorable young Henry. Single Dad Killian. 

Family by CSHL AU: 10 Years Ago, Emma Swan gave up a son for adoption to give him his best chance. 10 Years Ago, Killian Jones and his wife Milah adopted a little boy they named Henry. Now, in a chance meeting, Emma will reunite with her son and his now-single father, learning to love the both of them while learning what the true meaning of family really is.

Let Us Start From Here by @whisperofgrace Written for @lenfaz on tumblr. Bookstore AU. Both single parents, Killian and Emma see each other again for the first time since their first date.

Faith, Trust, & Pixie Dust by @captainswanluver Single parents Emma and Killian’s children are in the same class. When they meet for the first time in the drop-off line, they immediately clash. What will happen when they are forced to co-direct the school’s production of Peter Pan together?

Breathe Again by @hookedonapirate The world came crashing down on Killian Jones when he found out his wife was having an affair. While in the midst of a divorce, he moves across town and starts taking his son to a daycare recommended by a friend. When he meets Emma Nolan, another single parent who’s going through a similar experience, will they be able to help each other mend their broken hearts?

and one WIP:

Perched a Few Feet Above the Water by @irishswanff   Based on my own prompt #28: Killian is a single father. He and his 2 year old child are lounging by a public pool when his child accidentally falls in the water. Emma is the lifeguard that saves the kid’s life. Amazing cover by @thisisartyanna . in progress

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Some humanstuck head canons
  • Kankri was banned from Debate Club in high school for interrupting other students with warnings about “triggers” and taking up literally the entire club period talking without ever getting to his point. 
  • Porrim taught Kanaya how to sew and make her own patterns for clothing. This ended in many shirts for Porrim (many didn’t fit at first, but Kanaya was a fast learner) in styles that her sister liked, and she wore them proudly. 
  • Meenah once cut her braids and donated them to Locks of Love; a few days later, Feferi followed her example and ended up crying over her lost mermaid hair. Luckily, it grew back before second grade started.
  • Latula wasn’t the only one who helped Mituna learn how to skateboard again after his accident; Kurloz would help him balance or catch him before he could hit the pavement.
  • Damara ran Anime Club until a teacher caught her writing unsavory phrases in Japanese on the board for the class to learn - all with incorrect English translations, of course. She still doesn’t regret it. Apparently, neither does Rufioh, since he never turned her in.
  • Despite Nepeta and Meulin’s obvious love for cats, they don’t just work with felines at the local no-kill shelter; they’ve made plenty of canine friends, as well. Nepeta even managed to convince their mother to adopt an old Cocker Spaniel that had taken a shine to her after being left in the shelter for years.
  • Equius didn’t have many friends before Nepeta; most of his interaction came from a horse named Sam (originally one that Horuss had taken from a shelter that gave up on him and thought he’d never run again; he’d proved them wrong over the course of three years). When he met Nepeta, she was sitting on the road by the fence, drawing the horses; and despite his apprehension when she struck up a conversation, it ended well enough. Equius had a beautiful sketch of his horse with a phone number written on the corner. 
  • Aradia would go to the beach with Feferi and look for sea glass when she wasn’t in the woods or digging for fossils - her favorite find was a deep red piece that she gave to Sollux for his birthday. 
  • Karkat moved to a new town and transferred into a new school his second year of middle school. He was worried about his genetic mutation - ocular albinism - until he met a dorky kid with heterochromia iridis named Sollux. Whether things went up or downhill from there depends on who you ask.
  • Terezi wasn’t born blind; her favorite thing to do before her sight was taken was to color the sidewalk up to her porch with every piece of chalk she had in her box. She didn’t give up, though; Dave helped her cave little symbols into the ends of the pieces, and sat with her as she learned them. He didn’t mind going home with chalk smeared on his hands (and sometimes his face).
  • Vriska had a pet tarantula named Peter Parker. Unfortunately, Peter Parker had the skills of Houdini, and got out of his enclosure one night and ended up in Aranea’s room, where he promptly made a home of her book bag. The next day, their mother got a very strange call from a very concerned principal about a tarantula found crawling up her eldest daughter’s back. 
  • Gamzee and Tavros have movie days every weekend, and they always start with a Disney movie; it’s supposed to be random, one person picking with their eyes closed, but Gamzee always peeks and pulls Peter Pan off of the shelf. Tav hasn’t caught on yet. 
  • Eridan’s first scarf, a little blue shark-printed piece of fabric, was actually a Christmas present from Cronus. The present Cronus received in return was a box of Eridan’s favorite seashells. 

Note: Hi Everyone. I wrote a Thing. Many thanks to @mulder-fight-him and @kateyes224 for encouraging me to write it and for making it not suck. As this is the first Thing I’ve written in over a year, I’d appreciate any feedback. Except the feedback of “You suck, this sucks, never write again.” My brain tells me that every time I write a Thing, I don’t need you telling me that too. :-) 

She is a coffee connoisseur. Dripped from a contraband coffeemaker in a dorm room during an all-nighter to try to understand biochemistry. Gulped without tasting, still scalding hot, as she ran between patients. Sipped from a mug that warmed her hands as her eyes twinkled at her lover in his parents’ cabin after an unsuccessful ice fishing expedition.

And then…Styrofoam cups in police stations, ranging from barely palatable to resembling raw sewage. Fuel just to keep up with her brilliant partner and his spooky leaps of logic. Picked up from gas stations and drive thrus, as they ran from case to case. Chipped mugs in diners with free refills, as they tried to find enough motivation to chase down endless dead ends on the search for the one lead that would answer the question, slay the monster, save the day. Pots made in a dingy basement office and then ignored as their arguments about the merits of the case energized them more fully than any caffeine could, where winning meant they would stay in the musty dark room but losing meant traipsing through fields in the rain and chasing Bigfoot. She’d never admit it, but she there were times when she preferred it when she lost, because losing meant a new chance to share a secret world with this man, one no outsider would ever understand.

She had opinions on the quality of coffee around the country. She could tell whether she’d have heartburn from it with just a sniff of the air as she walked into the convenience store – often before the bell on the door had stopped chiming. She knew which chains refilled their carafes regularly and would request stops there.

One convenience store in Utah had no coffee, the Mormon cashier saying that caffeine was against his religion, but could he interest her in a coke instead? Mulder had laughed as she had ranted about ignorance, the comparative levels of caffeine in cola versus coffee, her First Amendment rights, and the heartburn caused by the carbonation for the next 50 miles.

But she didn’t remember the taste of the most important cups of coffee in her life.

The mug she left half finished at her mother’s kitchen table after scattering her father’s ashes, claiming a work emergency so she could make a quick escape because she couldn’t handle expecting her father to join them any second, complaining that they hadn’t saved him any, stealing sips from her mother’s cup as they talked and he waited for a refill to brew.

The disposable cup Mulder had pressed into her fist in a Minneapolis field office, giving a statement as she tried to regain her professionalism after losing her composure in front of 20 agents.

The pots she made in her mother’s kitchen, drifting on autopilot after they had buried her sister. That day, she tried a bag of “Tranquil Moments” herbal tea Melissa had left in the cupboard and had once tried to make her drink because it “isn’t healthy for you to be running around nonstop, Dana, you need a chance to breathe too.”

The cup a week after her first round of chemo, which tasted like metal covered in dirt. She had spat it back into the mug and thrown up in the kitchen sink. For months afterwards, she’d silently accepted every cup Mulder offered her, but threw it out as soon as his back was turned.

The coffee breaks she’d shared with Mulder while they were stuck on Kersh’s fertilizer duty, walking down the street to the hipster coffee shop with the twenty year old whose facial hair changed weekly. After one particularly awful session in the AD’s office, Mulder had asked for an application, and the barista laughed, assuming he was joking. She was only half sure he wasn’t.

A thermos full of Irish coffee as they propped themselves against the chain link backstop of an abandoned baseball diamond, talking about everything and nothing, still feeling the heat of his body pressed against her back and wondering if she should have turned around and kissed him when she had the chance.

The slow brews she’d shared with Mulder on lazy Sunday mornings, the taste chased from her tongue by Mulder’s slow kisses.

The ones she’d refused while pregnant and nursing, the lack of sleep and caffeine adding a dream-like state to the months, so that when she looked back at that time, it took on an otherworldly sheen. (It didn’t help that any explanation of those two years sounded absurdist to any outside observer – “My partner was abducted by aliens, returned dead, buried for three months and then exhumed because he wasn’t dead, just in stasis.” “Even though I had no ova due to experiments conducted on me against my will by a shadow government, I had a baby who was considered the greatest single threat to an alien invasion and consequently was in constant danger until I gave him up for adoption.”)

The cup that sat on her mother’s table as she tried desperately to explain herself, (“I don’t think I’ll ever understand,” her mother had responded tearfully), her own tears blurring her vision as her mother kissed her grandson goodbye for the last time.

The rushed caffeine fixes on the run, cups she picked up at 5AM in truck stops, wearing a hoodie that covered hair dyed blond, brown, black, and even for a little while back to red, while Mulder hid in a run-down motel room. She couldn’t remember the taste of anything during those months, fear chasing all the flavor away.

And then, once again, gulping scalding servings down between patients, children this time, as she saved other people’s babies because she was unable to care for her own.

Impromptu coffee dates with Mulder, him sipping his morning coffee with bleary eyes and bed head, her drinking a cup of decaf before bed, smelling of antiseptic soap and latex, fighting sleep because she hadn’t seen him in three days and she missed him.

The cup she made all alone in his kitchen (no longer hers, all her belongings packed up and in the back of her car), leaving the pot mostly full so he’d have something to drink when he ambled out of his lair, washing the mug so it wouldn’t sit in the sink for days before walking out the door.

Then one day, the coffee pot ignored once again in the basement as they discussed cases, tentatively at first as they tried to regain their footing, then found themselves and each other again. One morning, as she dropped her briefcase off in her area, looking at his desk in his office, she wondered if she hadn’t found herself back in the same endless circle. Then Mulder had shaken her out of her musings with a hand on her shoulder and a discolored mug as an offering. Their fingers touched and she realized that they aren’t circling back to the start but traveling onwards together.

The coffee Mulder made as she tried to arrange her mother’s funeral, untouched in the carafe as she thought about her reuniting with Ahab and Missy, and jealously wishing that she’d be with them soon (but only for a moment before pushing the forbidden thought out of her mind).

And then, one night, the specialty coffees Mulder brought to her apartment, sitting untouched on her kitchen counter as they fell into bed together again. She made a fresh pot for him the next morning.

Delightful Things in Howl’s Moving Castle (the book)

HMC was my favourite book of all time as a kid, and it remains one of my top ten because it is just so delightful. A random sampling of things that just make me smile about this book:

- Howl only offered Calcifer a contract (and gave up his heart) because he felt sorry for him. Sweetest thing in the book for me

- Sophie kept the curse on herself even after Howl & Calcifer got it off, basically out of sheer stubbornness

- Howl’s solution to the Waste was to make a big beautiful garden

- Fanny doing her very best to look after and provide for three headstrong girls and be a good stepmother, and in the end getting a big mansion and nice rich husband

- Howl being Welsh, and speaking Welsh, and fussing over his niece in Welsh (I love the part in Wales, can you tell)

- Martha & Lettie conspiring brilliantly to make their own lives for themselves

- Calcifer singing a Welsh rugby song all the time, which he presumably picked up from Howl in their early years of living together

- Everything about Michael, but especially the fact that he slept on their doorstep and cried on Calcifer and both Howl and Calcifer evidently gave in to their big softie natures and basically adopted him 

- Sophie discovering that being an old lady meant she had free reign to do whatever she wanted, and taking full advantage of that

- Sophie’s brilliantly nosy and relentless cleaning terror campaign

- Ben and Prince Justin being BFFs, to the extent that Prince Justin just ditched his kingdom responsibilities to go rescue his best bro from the Witch

- Sophie being such a big sister to Martha & Lettie

- Everyone’s lives ending up happy and adorable at the end, and all the characters basically becoming a big delightful extended family 

- Everyone being wonderfully, blatantly flawed

Les Amis de L'ABC (& co.) as shit my friends and I have (sadly) actually said
  • Enjolras: I don't have time for any of their heterosexual bullshit--I've got a revolution to run.
  • Grantaire: Excuse you, I take my job as the local cynic of this socialist club very seriously.
  • Jehan: Of course the skull is a year-round decoration??? What else am I supposed to quote Shakespeare to?!?!
  • Bossuet: If you fall off a bike, apparently it's a bad idea to catch yourself with your face.
  • Bahorel: I'll wait for you until the end... Or till I get hungry.
  • Feuilly: It was like being poor and surrounded by very rich people joking about the economy.
  • Joly: I don't have enough contact with people to catch mumps. Who do you think I am, some sort of social person???
  • Combeferre: I learned how to sign "I am Moth-man" in ASL.
  • Courfreyac: Instead of getting furniture for our apartment next year, we should just turn the living room into a giant blanket fort.
  • Cosette: The small, tail-less squirrel needs to be protected and I have adopted him as our new son.
  • Marius: The vending machine accidentally gave me two chocolate bars instead of one and I was like "sweet, two chocolate bars," but then this cute girl walked by and I panicked, so I threw one away so she wouldn't think I was fat.
  • Eponine: The dude was like "I'm not gonna take a bite out of a stick of butter!!!" so a bunch of other guys started telling him "man up" and "don't be such a girl" so I took the stick of butter from his hands and told them all "girls can do anything guys can, so screw your gender-norms and patriarchal society" and then I took a bite out of the butter.