some sort of fanfiction i guess

For @musicalluna, whose birthday is today. I don’t know if you remember, but you requested this scenario from me your last birthday and then I was a very bad friend and never finished it. Here it is now. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

Warnings: Panic attack, chemical attack, injury

Characters: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanova, background Clint/Natasha, background Steve/Tony

Nat is ten yards away when she sees six AIM agents swarm Steve at once and latch onto him as best they can. She knows better than most that holding Steve down is not an easy thing to do, but six men putting in their all at once is enough to slow him down, enough to give the last agent the opportunity to get in his face. Nat sees it happening but she’s too far away and she’s got her own two goons between her and Steve. She vaults and spins and hears a spine snap but by the time she’s recovered from her landing it’s too late. There’s gas in Steve’s mouth and nose and eyes and Nat screams. Tony and Bruce are screaming with her and a moment later, Hulk is tearing through the battlefield and ripping agents off of Steve.

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Killian and Emma’s daughter goes through a Disney phase. She likes to find all the people she knows from around town and laugh at the silly cartoon versions. It’s exciting every time she finds a new movie with people she knows. And then Mommy and Daddy and Henry will tell her stories about what really happened. She loves Snow White, so that she can here her family’s story. But her favorite is Peter Pan. She watches it over and over again, because Daddy will come in and pretend to be mad at the movie and yell at the screen and will scoop her up in his arms and tell her what a ridiculous story this version is. And they’ll laugh together. 

One day she finds one she hasn’t seen before. Hercules. She heard the name before- grandma might have mentioned him. She puts it on by herself- its always more fun when Daddy walks in after it started so he doesn’t know what’s going on and gets surprised by who the characters are. She likes the movie at first. She likes the songs. The brightly colored world. And she thinks the bad guy is funny. And then Daddy comes in. She looks at him with a grin to see how he’ll react. But it’s not funny this time. She’s never seen that look on his face before. She’s never seen fear on her father’s face before. He turns and leaves without saying anything, trying to hide his reaction from her. But she sees. Mommy and Henry don’t laugh either. They don’t do anything. So she turns off the movie. And she doesn’t ask Henry for this story. She doesn’t ask anyone. But the memory haunts her.  Because her father is fearless and nothing should ever have made him look like that. Because she was too young to see the chinks in his armor. The memory haunts her but she can’t bear to look at it. 

Nearly a decade passes before she gets up the courage to ask. And she’s glad when Henry finally does tell her the story. It’s a terrible story. She knows Henry is leaving out the worst details. She can see it in his eyes. It’s terrible to hear what her parents went through. Terrible to hear what horrible people did to them. But once she’s heard it she gains back something she’s lost. Children are supposed to believe their parents are invincible. She had that taken from her in one awful moment. But years later, as a young woman, she learns that her parents faced down gods and dark curses, went to hell and back and defied death together. She learns that her parents are indeed invincible. 

ffxiv fanfiction

“I have a sword.” Said the SAM. “And I’m gonna do that cool thing where I stick my arm out of my japanshirt to show off my sweet muscle and maybe tattoos?”

“No tattoos.” Said SE.

“-No tattoos.” The SAM corrected. “Also I guess lalas don’t have sweet muscle but I still got an arm and that’s better than some folk.”

Everybody looked at Raubahn, who was sad.

“I’m gonna go on all sorts of sweet adventures. Just you wait. I’m gonna sword so many people. It’s gonna be the best thing. I’m gonna be so cool”

“That’s nice.” Said the DPS queue. “You can maybe do that thing in 9 hours I guess.”

The SAM sighed and resumed doing his cash shop dance outside his free company house.

Better For You (Ch. 2)

Summary: Lip and Mandy console their brothers on their relationship.

Word Count: 1138

Mandy ran after him, leaving her boyfriend beaten up. Confusion was an understatement at the moment. Is Mickey the boy that Ian was always talking about? Is Mickey gay? Why did Mickey punch Lip like that when he brought up love? Mickey couldn’t love Ian, could he? How could they keep something so serious a secret?

“Mick! Stop fucking running!” She shouted to her brother. When he slowed down, she ran to his side. “Now tell me what the fuck just happened or else I will fucking kill you.”

Mickey lets out a frustrated moan. “Fuck off.”

“Mikhailo!” Mandy yelled, knowing that using his full name will get his attention. He hated that name.

“Don’t fucking call me that.”

“Tell me what the fuck is going on.”

Mickey put his head in his hands. “Before I went to juvie, Frank caught Firecrotch and I fucking in the Kash n Grab so I was going to kill him because I thought he was going to run his mouth, but the stupid fucking redhead kept telling me not to do it. I pretty much told him I could careless about him, and then I rounded Iggy and Colin up to help me kill Frank. When we found him, I sent the guys ahead so I could handle it myself. Once I got close I couldn’t do it– I just kept hearing him tell me how he doesn’t want me to, so I dropped the gun in the trash, and punched a cop. I couldn’t handle seeing him after what I said to him, and I couldn’t handle the thought of Terry finding out so I figure it’d be best to get locked away,” he breathed in. “There, you got your fucking explanation.”

Mandy studied her brother’s distressed face and frowned. “Why’d you hit Lip?”

Mickey shrugged and turned away. “He’s an asshole.”

“Why did you hit Lip?” He shrugs in return. “You love him,” she states matter of factly.

“Fuck off.”

“You love him.”

He stays silent this time. Mandy nods as she tries to understand.

“Are you gonna tell dad?” He eventually asks.

Mandy pushes him for saying that. Does he really think she’d put him at risk like that. “No, you dumbass.” He nods as a thank you. “How long?”

Mickey chuckles. “Three years.”

“Three fucking years and no one told me! What the fuck? You should’ve fucking told me, he’s my boyfriend,” she jokes, and he gives her the middle finger. Though he smirked, Mandy still sees the worry in his eyes. “I’m okay with it, y’know?”

His face shoots in her direction. “What?”

“I’m okay with it. Just don’t fucking hurt him again, alright? I will undoubtably shoot you if you do,” she laughs and playfully punches him in the arm. “You better make him happy, Mick. He deserves it.”

“Yeah. Thanks, Mands,” he genuinely smiles. Thankful is short of the correct term that he feels for his sister right now, he always knew he could tell her, but it’s always been to scary.

* * *

Ian walked back to his house about an hour later. He needed to let off some things and process everything Mickey had said to him. He couldn’t help but wonder what Mickey meant about becoming better for him. He also was completely bewildered as to why he would even act like he cared.

When he entered his home, he found Lip sitting on the couch with an icepack against his eye. “What happened to you?” Lip looked up at his brother when he heard him speak.

“Mickey punched me,” Lip stated and laid his head back down.

Ian shakes his head in frustration again. Why is Mickey always looking for a fight? “What the fuck is wrong with him?”

“He loves you.”

Ian’s eyes widen at what his older brother said. “What?”

“He loves you,” Lip repeats in a serious tone.

What the hell? “What are you talking about?”

“That’s why he fucking hit me.” He sighed. “Because he’s in love with you.”

“What? Why?”

Lip let out an annoyed huff. Ian could tell he didn’t feel like having an interrogation right now, but he didn’t care. “I told him that he doesn’t love you so he punched me in the eye, and told me to never say something like that again.” He forced his body up so he could look at the redhead.

“W-well,” Ian stuttered as he thought of what to say. “He probably hit you for even suggesting that he could love me. Obviously he doesn’t, he’s a fucking Milkovich. The name should explain itself.” Ian’s heart was racing fast. He really doesn’t believe Mickey could love him though.

Lip shakes his head. “You didn’t see him, man. I punched right after you got outta here, and he didn’t hit back. Then I told him that you deserve more than him and he fucking agreed. Mickey Milkovich fucking agreed with me,” he scoffs. “He said he’s going to become the man you deserve or some shit. It was fucking weird.”

Ian’s jaw drops open in shock. Maybe he’s not hearing right, he thought, but that couldn’t be. “Do you believe him?”

“Seemed pretty fucking serious to me. He’s still an asshole, and I don’t trust him a bit, but who knows.” It surprises Ian that Lip isn’t being completely reluctant to him having any involvement with Mickey. In the past, Lip would constantly be saying that Mickey was using him and he should want nothing to do with an asshole like that, but this is different.

Ian lays back on the other sofa and stares at the ceiling for a few minutes. He needs to soak in everything that has been said to him today. Truthfully, he didn’t even know Mickey was getting released today so he was overly shocked and confused. There’s no doubt in his mind that he is in love with Mickey Milkovich, but is that something that he can let Mickey know or is it better to hide it and try his best to move on from the him?

“What’re you thinking?” Lip breaks Ian out of his thoughts.

“I love him.”

“I know,” Lip says and scoots closer to his brother to make sure he’s okay.

Ian shakes his head. “I don’t know what to do.”

“You want to talk to him– to see if he really does give a shit, right?” Ian nods. “So do it. I’m not gonna call you a fucking idiot this time,” Lip snickers. “You two clearly got some shit you need to sort out.”

The redheaded boy nods. “Yeah. I’ll talk to him soon I guess, I just need to get it all fucking sorted out in my own head first, y’know. This was the last fucking thing I was expecting to happen to me today,” he scoffs.

All I ever wanted

All I ever needed

Is here in my arms


Who needs some sappy Eruri-cuddling right now? Definitely me.

I also wanted to give the Erwin/Eruri-fandom a huge thank you. I don’t know most of you, but you guys are amazing. Whether it was by answering, talking or making great fanart/fanfiction/metaposts/saltposts etc., you guys helped me to stay halfway sane after the huge mess that chapter 84 was.

The pose reference is some random couple on google because I couldn’t sort their limbs right even if my life depended on it.

Huntress- Part 8: Ketch

Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place in S12 E8, so warning: SPOILERS

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Sam and Dean walk over to the Doctor who’s fiddling with his clipboard. They reach into their inside pockets and retrieve the FBI badges, but, before they could even properly show them, the man waved them by and mumbled “Your colleges are already inside.” 
The brothers shared a look and headed in.

Inside, was Cas, Crowley and you. You were reading the case file at the end of the corpses “bed”. Your Dad looked shocked that you were there “Y/N? How did you-”
“I took her.” Cas says. You glance up, wondering how he’ll take it.
Your Uncle shook his head, but he was smiling slightly “Well you’re hear now. Anything interesting?” 
“Not really. They clearly have no idea what the cause of death is, though.” You flip the pages back to the front one and attach it back.

“This is Wallace Parker, a powerful man of pretty much everything.” Cas explained as your Dad pulled back the sheet.
His eyes were completely gone, in place were blackened sockets surrounded by red blotches. You grimaced slightly however you didn’t look away.
“So, Lucifer used this guy as a vessel?” You asked aloud, nearing the corpse. 
Your Dad held you back lightly from getting to close, even thought the man was clearly dead. Maybe he was more worried about you seeing it. ‘Too late for that’ you thought.

“He did,” Crowley took centre stage “Only he’s moving on to bigger people. Highers. Celebrities. Anyone with an influential position in society,” He added on a sarcastic note “Next he’ll be after the bloody Prime Minister.”
“President.” You corrected him and he nodded slowly.
“Him too.”
Your Dad put the sheet back over to cover his face and let go of you completely. 
“I agree with Agent Zapper.” Cas nodded seriously. 
“Would you stop.” Uncle Dean sighed and you giggled.

“Notice anything missing?” Your Dad swiveled his laptop so you and Uncle Dean could both see the images. He flicked between them, Uncle Dean took over and did the same. 
Some of the pictures he was smiling and had a big cross round his neck. Others he was perfectly serious and no cross was in sight. 
It sure sounded like Lucifer was hiding there.
“The cross.” You answered.
“Exactly.” Your Dad nodded.
“So you recon that’s where Lucifer’s hiding?” Uncle Dean asked.
Your Dad nodded again, taking his laptop back. “Worth a shot.”

The Impala pulled up at the back of the Church, you looked up and noticed it was much more modern than any others you’d seen. Of course, it wasn’t new, but it wasn’t ancient either. It had a more homely feel to it, perhaps not with Lucifer wandering about it though.
“No one’s home.” Uncle Dean declared, after having tried the door a few times and looking in through the slightly blurred window.
“I’ll grab the torches.” Your Dad hurried back to the car.
“Got a lock-pick?” You looked up at your Uncle who frowned a little. 
“You know how to?”
You held out your hand and knelt down in front of the key hole. You felt a small instrument being placed into your palm. “Ta.” You say, inserting it into the lock.
After fumbling about a bit you heard the click you were hoping for. 
Standing back up, you hand the lock-pick back to your Uncle and wait for your Dad. He came over and handed you a torch. “You picked the lock?” He squinted in the dark to see the switch on the torch.

“Yep.” You say, switching yours on. Uncle Dean went in first, then you then your Dad- he smiled, impressed that you knew how.

Nothing but the three of your footsteps filled the silence of the building. You shine your torch around slowly, aiming at the door handle before reaching towards it. Focusing on the gun in your pocket in case you needed to fire, you stepped into the room and did a quick once over with your light to make sure there was no immediate danger. You did a double take in the corner, where a body lay, shaking every so slightly. You stared at it, not wanting to move at first. “Dad.” You whispered, looking back.
The brothers appeared in the doorway, their eyes following your light and they run over to the man. “Father.” Dean kneels down next to him.

He looks up, his robes were splattered with blood to match his bloodied face. Breathing heavily, he held up a hand “It wasn’t him.” He gasped.
“His eyes…red.”
You gulped when he started whispering an exorcism. 
Your Dad steers you away from the dying man and you went on to the next room. More bodies, all in the same state as the Father, were sprawled on the ground, or hanging from the ceiling. You look down in respect, not wanting to spend much longer in there.
Either your Dad felt the same way or he noticed you were getting uncomfortable “Come on,” he said “let’s go.”

Sat in the main room of the bunker, you watching over your Dad’s shoulder as he typed away on his laptop, Cas fidgeted in his chair and frowned. “Did the Bunker wardings fail?” He grunted.
“No I uh, disabled them for a while to let Crowley in.” Dean explained.
“What so Crowley can now just wander in whenever he feels like it?” Your Dad obviously wasn’t happy with the idea. “I’d prefer to keep him away, far away.”
“Well thanks for the love, Moose…” He paused and nodded at you “Mouse.”
You rolled your eyes.

“What do you want, Crowley?” Cas sighed.
“I have some news. After all one of my own holds quite the position within the approachable boarders of-”
“Can we skip the drama for once, Crowley.” Your Dad sassed.
“Can we get you without the flannel? No.”
“What’s your point?” You looked him in the eye and he seemed to recoil a bit.

“I believe this is Lucifers’ next vessel.” He took hold of the laptop and typed in something before turning it round. “I give you, the President of this very United States.”

You head in to the main room only to find Cas carrying some cups of tea back in for your brothers. Well…America’s excuse for tea anyway.
He cried out in pain and your expression fell. “Cas?”
He dropped the cups and clutched his head.
“Cas?” You rushed over to him, followed by your Dad and Uncle who must have heard the crash. 
“Angel radio,” he managed “There are so many voices.” He squeezed his eyes tight shut and groaned “There’s been a huge serge in celestial energy. A  Nephilim.”
“Isn’t that-?” You started recalling your memory of Mythology from before but didn’t want to say it. It sounded so strange.
“Yes,” Cas nodded, you forgot he could read minds “An offspring of an Angel and Human.”

“So Lucifer has a kid?”
No one dared answer.

Uncle Dean left alongside cas to grab any necessities, you tried to follow on but your Dad stopped you. “Y/N, this is getting dangerous, and I mean real dangerous. I’m okay with letting you go on hunts but this…” He paused, running his hand through his hair “I can’t let you get hurt.”
You looked at him, unsure of what to say.
“Y/N, I don’t want you getting involved in this. If it doesn’t go to plan then you could get seriously hurt. I can’t let that happen to you.”

You nodded slowly, lost with what to do with yourself. “Okay.” You didn’t want to argue with him. He was far too serious to say otherwise and something told you he was very aware of Lucifer’s powers.

Alone in the bunker you were completely bored. Not to mention worried.
Who knew how long it would be until they came back?
What if they didn’t come back?

However, you weren’t left alone with your thoughts for long as a loud and clear knock came at the door. Hunting instincts took over and you grabbed your gun, putting your demon-blade in your pocket for extra caution.
You climbed up the stairs quickly but almost silently. You then waited. 
Another knock sounded and you swung the door open, holding out your gun.
Sir?” You tilted your head, shocked that he was there but confused more than anything.
“Brooks.” He nodded, using your single-barrelled surname. Your Mum’s surname.
“Do you know where the Winchesters are?” Mr K asked, placing a hand on your gun and lowering it for you. You seemed to have forgotten.
“Oh..uh, why?” 
“I have reason to believe they’re in a rather sticky situation. Sam rung me and-”
“He called you?”
“Yes. Do you know where they are?”
“I know where they’re headed.” 
“Excellent. Lead the way.”

You pulled up where your Dad, Uncle Dean and Cas were fighting some men who were posing as Police Officers. You looked at Ketch who was already stepping out of the car, you got out, avoiding the confused gazes of those across the Motorway and headed to the boot of the car. You opened it p and pulled out the Grenade Launcher.
“Gentlemen, I suggest you get out of the way.” Mr K declared, it sounded calm enough but that didn’t mean it wasn’t a threat. 
You handed him the firearm, fully armed and ready for battle. But he didn’t take it, “Would you care to do the honours?” He suggested, quietly but enough for you to hear. You smirked, having always wanted to have fired one. The Chapter House never let you…until now.
You held the gun as you’d been taught, not really sure how much pressure was needed where but it seemed to work okay as when it fired everyone launched out of the way. 
You couldn’t help but smile when the car burst into flames, sending small pieces of metal flying out. 
“Always wanted to do that.” You chuckle quietly, placing it back in it’s case and into the boot.
“I know.” Mr K still spoke seriously but he had a hint of a smile creeping onto his expression.
“Come along.” 

“Gentlemen, Arthur Ketch.” He greeted quickly, wanting to get down to business, but he turned back round to face you.

“So what you’ve just been watching us and waiting for a moment to appear?” Uncle Dean asked, guessing their ways of work. As logical as it probably sounded, you knew that wasn’t how they worked.
“No we’re good dogs we only come when called.” He stated proudly. 
“What and you’re their Tracker Dog?” Uncle Dean scoffed at you, he was in some sort of mindset that you’d betrayed them in some way.
“He said you were in trouble.” 
“We had reason to believe so when he called.” His long finger outstretched to point at your Dad.
“I hung up.” Your Dad pointed out.
“Well yes, but that meant to us that you were in danger. Which you were. So it’s a good job you did.”
“How are we supposed to trust a damn word that comes outta your mouth?” Uncle Dean snapped.
“Your niece does.” Mr K looked at you, his expression unreadable.

“We understand that America has a…” He chose his words carefully “different way of dealing with the Supernatural. However, we believe we can help each other.”

“Was uh,” Uncle Dean cleared his throat “Was that a grenade launcher?”
“Quite…you see, the British Men Of Letters have been engineering sorcery and technology together for centuries. For example, what do we use instead of decapitation for vampires Brooks?” He asked you like a teacher would and you frowned.
“Irradiation.” You sighed.
“Which is?” He encouraged.
“You reorder the DNA to make their own blood lethal to them.” You recite like a robot. 
“Very good.” He nodded.You thought he was close to offering you a treat.
“Cool.” Your Dad smiled despite himself. 
“Yes well the toys are the fun part. A personal favourite of mine is this: a hyperbolic pulse generator, which-” He glanced at you, expecting you to finish the sentence.
“Creates a bolt of force that removes the demon from the body it possesses. Without causing harm to the vessel themselves.” As you recited it you realised something. “Wait,” You paused “Would that work for an Angel?” 
Your Dad raises an eyebrow, understanding where you were going with this. 
“I suppose so. Why?”
“Lucifer.” Cas stated coldly, he’d been quiet up until that point. Mr K’s eyes widened. 
“If you want to work with us you have to trust us. Lucifer is real and very dangerous…We need that.” Cas looks at the generator as though it would disappear if he so much as blinked.
“In fact, didn’t you have one Brooks?” Mr K turned to you “I believe we sent you over here with a bag of necessities.”
You frowned “You did?”
“Of course, we’re not monsters. We promised your Mother we’d find your Father and we did.”
Your eyes narrowed angrily. Your Dad listened, curious to hear more of their side.
“I’m sensing that’s not quite what happened.”
“That crazy lady tried to kill us!” Dean shouted.
“Bevell? Yes I suppose she can get overexcited at times.”
“She uh, tried to kill me too. I figured that was your orders to be honest…” You looked down sheepishly.
“Why on earth would I want to kill you? You’re our… you were one of our best. I suppose Miss Bevell wasn’t the best of people to send over. She was never fond of you.” He sighed.
“Why not?” Dad asked, wanting to know even more.
You swallowed “Depends on which angle you’re looking at it from.”

After having to explained to Kelly the situation, you all got into position. Hoping for the best was perhaps over-optimistic but it was better than worrying.
The red-haired lady stepped towards you and smiled “I’m Rowena, Mother to the King Of Hell and a powerful Witch.” She introduced herself with over confidence and a bittersweet smile. 
You stared at her and nodded slowly “Okay.” You mumbled.
“Most people mention the accent.” She was trying to get you to be interested in her but frankly, you weren’t.
“Oh…say Hi to Scotland for me.” You remarked and she “hmpfed”.
“I will.” 

Once the house was empty of body guards, the President himself, Lucifer within him, stepped inside. “Kelly, what’s wrong?” The muffled voices could just about be heard from the other side of the wall.
Your Dad walked over to you and put his hands on your shoulders, he looked directly at you and spoke very quietly “Stay back and don’t make yourself known to him. Promise me?” 
You nodded, making him squeeze your shoulders slightly more “Promise me.” He said it ever so slightly louder and you whispered a “Promise.”
He nodded: “Okay.”.

Your Dad took the generator from Cas’ grip, who stood back next to you and waited.

The next moments happened so quickly. Your Dad made himself known as he held out the generator-a sphere, perhaps an oval, with strange markings engraved all over it’s faces.
Rowena began to chant something you couldn’t understand, she threw down some ashes into a pot of fire and continued to chant.
Great blue flame-like embers circled Lucifer like vultures, waiting to attack.
Another chant, this one louder and they did. He stumbled backwards.
“This isn’t over Sam!” Lucifer shouted over the noise.
“Go to hell!” Your Dad called back.
You shielded your eyes, but still managed to just about see as the scene quietened down to nothing.
Everyone was silent.

The body fell to the floor, Lucifer now completely gone from him. “Jeff?” Kelly ran over.
“Cas get her out.” Uncle Dean ordered.
You stood waiting, not knowing whether to speak or not.
Cas left with Kelly. Sam and Dean knelt down next to the body. “Is he dead?” You asked, not getting any closer.
“No,” Uncle Dean shook his head, his hand feeling for a pulse “He’s alive.”

“We did it.”
“We got Lucifer.”

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BATB Script Rewrite Pt. 2

Since the last post I made got a good reception, here are a few other things I would like to add. Again, I think the original was amazing and I think Bill Condon did an excellent job and no one could have done it better, but here are a few snippets from my imagination that I couldn’t get out of my head.

During the credits scene, small clips of the character’s lives post-movie are shown. You know how they have that small box above the credits scrolling by? There could be some little extra moments we couldn’t see in the film, such as:

- Belle arriving back to the tiny library back in Villeneuve, holding a stack of books, she nearly falls until Pere Robert helps her carry them. Pere Robert is shocked by the amount of books, and says, “Belle, this is too mu-” Pere gets cut off mid-sentence right when several carriages arrive filled with books sent by the castle. He drops the stack of books on the ground as he looks on in awe.

- Lumiere and Plumette saying sweet-nothings to each other, and then leaning in to kiss each other… until they are interrupted by Chip going in the middle of them saying, “What are you two doing?” so innocently. They look very flustered, step back quickly, and start saying random words in French.

- Cadenza playing the piano with Garderobe singing in the background. Cogsworth is standing nearby, doing nothing. Cadenza asks Cogsworth if he would like to sing a little. Cogsworth refuses Cadenza’s offer several times, until he finally relents, and lets out the largest voice you could ever hear, causing Garderobe to stop singing and Cadenza to stop playing. There is a long silence, until Cadenza starts to slowly clap and stand up. Garderobe also claps. They both say “Bravo!” multiple times while cheering Cogsworth, who looks a bit awkward. Frou Frou also yelps a few times in applause.

- Mrs. Potts washing the dishes, when suddenly she is surprised by Jean Potts appearing behind her and giving a kiss. Chip is seen playing in the background. Jean says to Mrs. Potts, “Why don’t we have another?” Mrs. Potts scoffs at this and goes back to washing the dishes, saying “I’m afraid I’m a bit overdue on that, love,” and then you hear a knock on the door. Jean goes to answer it, and is surprised to find a baby in a basket. There is a note attatched to the basket. “What is it dearie?” Mrs. Potts can be heard saying off-camera. “It’s a baby,” Jean says, having the widest smile on his face, “It’s a baby girl.” Chip overhears this and goes rushing to the front door. “I’ve always wanted a sister!” Chip says, carrying the baby in his arms. Mrs. Potts rushes to the fro t door and is shocked to see Chip holding a baby. “Where did she come from?” she says. Jean gives an ‘I don’t know’ shrug, until Chip interrupts, “I want to name her Rose. Something tells me that her name would be Rose.” Mrs. Potts and Jean give each other a knowing look. “You don’t think?…” Jean starts, until Chip is seen placing the baby back in the basket, and dragging her to the living room to play. Jean and Mrs. Potts glance at each other again, and give a smile as they go say hello to the newest member of their family.

- At the Tavern, the tune of “Gaston” could be heard playing in the background. The camera pans towards everyone. Tom and Dick are doing a wrestling match, both are equal to each other’s strength, so it’s been a long battle. Claudette and Laurette could be seen in the background cheering them on. The camera pans over to Stanley, getting a makeover from Paulette, saying, “Do I look pretty?” “Not quite yet, hon… just oooonnee more. And, there! Voila!” Stanley looks in the mirror, and gives a beautiful smile. The camera is still panning, and goes to LeFou at the bar, watching the events at the tavern and smiling, cheering on as well, drinking a mug with the words “LeFou’s Brew” on it. The camera continues to pan, to Maurice, holding a painting of some sort that can’t be seen yet because it is covered. He is walking over to the mantle of the Tavern. Two burly men remove Gaston’s portrait, while Maurice places his own, smaller portrait, of Villeneuve with the Castle seen in the distance. The camera pans to the painting, and the painting slowly becomes more realistic, and the camera zooms in on the Castle. The tune of “Evermore” begins to play in the background.

- The camera continues to zoom in on the Castle, until you can see Belle and Adam clearly. They are both at the balcony of the Castle, holding each other and gazing into each other’s eyes. Belle makes some kind of funny remark, causing Adam to chuckle and say, “Was that a joke? Are you making jokes now?” Belle playfully nudges his arm and says, “Adam!” The music begins to get louder and louder. They kiss. The camera zooms out, and it fades to black.

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Second Chance (Karamel) - Chapter 6

Originally posted by fyeahkaramel

One moment can change everything.

When Mon-El lost Kara, his fiancee, in an alien invasion one year ago, he thought he’d never see her again. Since then he’s been trying to build himself a life and pick up whatever pieces of him was left after losing her, and he’s been failing miserably. Just when he thinks he can’t go on anymore and loses all hope, he’s thrust into a world completely different than his; a world in which everything he used to know is changed. Which includes Kara Danvers never dying on that fateful night.

Mon-El soon finds out it won’t be as easy as he hoped it would be to reverse the changes, especially when with each passing day he gets more sucked up into his new life. Because in the end, reversing everything means losing Kara all over again, and he’s not sure he’s strong enough to go through that a second time.

Second Chance
- Prologue
- Chapter 1: Failure
- Chapter 2: Nightmare
- Chapter 3: Gone
- Chapter 4: Ripple Effect
- Chapter 5: Fault
- Chapter 6: Valor
- Chapter 7: Not Enough

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Hey y'all!

So, this chapter doesn’t have much Karamel in it, it’s more of an “explainer” I guess you could call it that clears up some stuff about the changed world. If you’re confused by anything at the end, please feel free to ask your questions!

I hope you like this!

Keep reading


“When I promised to stay with you instead on joining the Night’s Watch I didn’t think you would go out and get me bloody married!” Jon shouted, throwing out his hands as Robb stood at the entrance of his tent, arms folded across this chest as they stared at one another.

“You are a Stark now Jon. This is your duty. I am going to have to marry one of those Frey girls for one alliance, you are going to have to do this for another,” Robb explained, his voice even and calm as Jon let out an exacerbated sigh and leaned against the table in front of him.

“I didn’t even know Stannis had an older daughter!” Jon admitted, lowering his voice slightly as Robb took a few strides closer to him.

“Neither did I but apparently he does and when we go in that tent you are going to sign the marriage contract and Stannis will be fighting on the same side as us,” Robb stated, his voice final. Jon knew there was no way of getting out of it, but the idea of not even trying was worse than just turning over and allowing himself to be sold off like a pig.

“Well what if she doesn’t want to marry me?” Jon asked, his voice smaller as he imagined himself, a wife in tow. She could be ugly, or just evil, but it wouldn’t matter. For years he had known he wouldn’t marry, no one would want a bastard. But now he was a Stark, yet his fear that no one would want him had stayed close despite the name change.

“She already signed it Jon. Come on brother, I need you to do this,” Robb had noticed the insecurity his brother held so tightly and he had also noticed the way girls looked at him and what they would say. When Jon had been legitimized women were tripping over themselves trying to get close to him, the pretty Stark.  Rob reached out across the table, grabbing onto Jon’s shoulder as his brother looked up at him. They had some sort of conversation through their eyes, knowing each other so well the communication was always an ease. When Jon dropped his eyes from Robb, he knew that the last of the fight in him had been drained away.

“Fine. I guess after the war I’ll be a married man, just like you.”

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EXO’s type of girl (analysis)

Thank you all for your requests! Chu~ <3

NOTE: I am not COMPLETELY taking the boy’s ideal types into account. I think those are mostly on a physical scale, which differs from the request. I may reference some of them, but for the most part, I will be writing this based off of my personal interpretation on the members. Enjoy nonetheless!

NOTE #2: This is only focused on the girl’s personality, not physical aspects. Also, concerning about age or being an idol or not: I think as long as you’re of age, they wouldn’t put too much emphasis on how old you are. Also, I will only be stating whether I can see the members with an idol or not in the future, not which do they prefer because once more, as long as they can relate to you, your status shouldn’t matter. 

NOTE #3: Sort of on topic, but I’ve had this idea to make a series of fanfictions in which each (OT12) EXO member would fall in love with an (ethnic) girl that completely differs from their ideal type. I want to maybe post some snippets/drabbles for each member and was wondering if anyone would be interested in the topic? The completed works would be posted on AFF, but the…I guess ‘teasers’ would be posted here. Message me perhaps or give this post lots of love if you’re interested? (: Thanks lovelies! Enjoy nonetheless! 

Kris: A motherly type of girl. Someone who is in tune with her emotions. Definitely someone who is caring, affectionate, and is just nurturing in general. Kris is someone who dreams of having a family so he would want a partner that has traits of a caretaker or a mother. I can see Kris taking an interest in a girl who has an artistic side to her like a writer, painter, dancer, singer, etc. 

Idol or not: I honestly see Yifan with someone who isn’t an idol. Or someone who is up and coming but still unknown. He is a man of secrecy, so I don’t see him with someone who is immersed in eminence since he likes to keep to himself and would probably want a girl similar to this. 

Kai: A girl who is reserved and calm; an introvert essentially, much like himself. A girl who is also artistic in someway like a dancer, photographer, writer, etc. A girl who is graceful and refined, almost in a regal manner. I can Jongin with a quiet girl, not shy but just reticent, not someone who is easily swayed or fazed. 

Idol or not: Either one. I can see Kai with an idol, a well known one, as long as she has these traits. I can also see him with a girl who isn’t in the limelight…the relationship may be easier to maintain for him in this case. 

Suho: A girl of high intelligence. A girl who posses a prodigious mind. Essentially, a girl who likes to learn/study. A university type girl perhaps? He wants his partner to be able to articulate herself sufficiently. Just a knowledgeable person. I could see him with a wealthy girl as well, not that that would be a deciding factor, but just as a little add on. 

Idol or not: Suho might end up with an idol? But, I see him more so with a girl who isn’t a celebrity. But if he is with a celebrity, I can see him being with an actress. 

Chen: Definitely, a girl with a sense of humor. Jongdae would be most inclined towards a girl who can crack of few jokes or so. I see him with a girl that has confidence and a good heart. She knows how to stand up for herself and speak her mind but at the same time has a charitable heart and enjoys giving back to the community and such. She would also have an ample amount of tenacity. 

Idol or not: Definitely an idol. I can see Chen with someone in a group currently, maybe an actress or a model. If it weren’t for some crazy fans, I think Chen would actually love the spotlight he and his idol girlfriend would receive. 

Sehun: Kind of similar to Kai, a girl who is refined and elegant, just not as distant and aloof. He would want a girl with a little spunk in her to add on to her cultivated beauty. He would also want a ladylike girl…someone who is inclined towards wearing dresses and makeup and etc. Basically, someone that cares about her appearance. Someone a little flirty as well, kind of like Jessica Rabbit or Marilyn Monroe? Both were elegant but in a sensual way. 

Idol or not: Definitely an idol. Sehun strikes me as the type of person who has always dreamed of dating a celebrity. And now that he is one, his chances are greater for that happening. I can see him with someone in an idol group or a model. 

Chanyeol: An eccentric girl. Someone with lots of good energy in her. She also has an artistic side to her like playing music, writing music, or playing an instrument of some sort. Just someone who has an interest in harmonies and melodies, similar to him. She wouldn’t be hyper necessarily, but she would have a buoyant charm to her. I can see him with a girl who just has an overall good view on life. 

Idol or not: Honestly for Yeol, either or. I can see him with an idol or someone who isn’t a celebrity. I think as long as she bears favorable traits, her reputation wouldn’t really matter in the slightest for him. 

Lay: Just a good girl. A girl who puts others before herself and is compassionate. I can also see him liking a girl who has a bit of an artistic affinity to her such as writing music or playing an instrument. Just a girl who is pure and benevolent. She tends to be shy, but is still a good person behind her modest front. Similar to Kris, a girl who has motherly traits to her and is a caretaker type of girl would be attractive to Yixing. 

Idol or not: For Yixing either or, but I’m leaning towards him ending up with someone who isn’t a celebrity. 

Luhan: A girl in touch with her femininity. A shy, modest kind of girl who is very ladylike. Luhan strikes me as someone who is attracted to shy girls, hence my reasoning. A girl who prefers dresses and skirts as opposed to shorts and jeans. Kind of on the submissive side. I can also see him being with someone of high affluence like Suho. Again, it’s not a determining factor but just an add on. 

Idol or not: More than likely, Luhan will end up with an idol. I can see him with a big time actress. 

Baekhyun: A girl with a lot of spunk and personality. A girl with a sense of humor who loves to smile. Just a lively, youthful soul. He would want a girl with a similar mindset to his which is a very puerile mindset. Similar to Chen, he would like a girl with confidence. Someone who isn’t afraid or will back down easily. Just someone playful and fun-loving all around. 

Idol or not: I can see Baek ending up with an idol. Aside from his relationship with Taeyeon, it just seems most fitting. Although, there is a part of me that thinks perhaps because of that whole ordeal, he may leery with dating celebrities?

Xiumin: A feminine girl but in a cutsey way not so much a demure way like Luhan. Someone who is very affectionate and bubbly. Someone who loves skirts and dresses and also loves talking. A girl that can speak her mind and is always very cuddly. Minseok, I think, would also love if she could cook really well. 

Idol or not: I see Xiumin with a non-idol girl. Honestly, I think the relationship would be slightly easier to maintain in this case for him.

D.O: A girl with great manners. Very similar to Jongin: someone who is refined, almost regal. A girl who is also feminine and has motherly attributes. Someone who is distant amongst strangers but is incredibly open with those she knows and cares for. Someone who is an introvert. Someone who has a sense of confidence as well. I can also see Kyungsoo being attracted to a girl who is an avid reader/writer/journalist of some sort. 

Idol or not: If Kyungsoo ends up with a celebrity, she would be an actress of some sort. But aside from that, I see him ending up with a non-idol. Again, it would just be easier for him.

Tao: Similar to Chen and Baek, a girl with attitude. Someone who always states whats on her mind and doesn’t give too much care for what others think. I can see him with kind of a tomboy girl. He would like a girl who is athletic or works out frequently and has a healthy sort of lifestyle. Once more, just a girl with an ample amount of energy and spunk. 

Idol or not: Either or. Like Chanyeol, I don’t think this would be a major deal breaker for Tao. Although, if I HAD to say, I could see him with an idol, like a model or actress, maybe even an athlete. 

Hope you enjoyed lovelies! Have an ask for me? Be sure to send it. I do enjoy fulfilling your fantasies!


This is Halloween

“I could make a sweater big enough for all of us to wear,” Mable suggested.

“What would that be a costume of?” Dipper flipped through the channels on the television. While Gravity Falls public access tv had improved since the influx of nonhuman individuals with traits and stories they were willing to share, Dipper was thankful for making a deal that ended in them getting free cable.

“We’d be a close-knit family!” Mabel punctuated her sentence by playing a rimshot on air drums with her knitting needles.

“As fun as that idea sounds,” Henry started, “I don’t think the kids want to spend all Halloween at the McGuket-Northwest mansion and I doubt Stan will want to stick around the whole night.”

“Besides, what happens if I have a really strong summoning? You guys will either be dragged with me or will slip out of the costume when there’s one less person occupying the space.”

“Next suggestion, then, Twin-”

“No!” Both Henry and Dipper voiced their objection, but Dipper’s was more terse and Henry’s more firm.

Dipper shifted his focus to the television. On screen was a stop-motion movie with a skeleton singing about how different his surroundings were. Dipper quickly changed the channels, recognizing that it was claymation. Mabel’s phobia had improved over the years, but he didn’t want to risk a relapse.

“Wait, go back.” Mabel was looking at the television.

“Are you sure?” Dipper asked

Mabel nodded. Dipper returned to the channel, but his eyes were on Mabel. Her eyes widened. She gasped. Then a smile spread across her face.

“That’s it! Henry can go as Jaques Skullington. I can go as Ragdoll Sarah. Dipper can go as Woogie Boogie. The triplets can go as Lock, Stock, and Barrel. I guess we’ll flip the characters’ genders so we have two girls and one boy instead of one boy and two girls. That should be fun to design. And triplet costumes get even more candy than twin costumes! Grunkle stan can be Sandy Clause or the two-faced mayor, I could see it going either way.”

Henry nodded along while Dipper stared in shock. “How do you know so much about this movie?”

“Henry and I watched it a few years ago.”

“Wendy recommended I watch it with Mabel. I had never seen it but Mabel insisted that if I was willing to stick around for this long, she should tackle one of her fears.”

“Have you seen it, Bro-bro.”

“Yeah.” Dipper had seen it. With Wendy, in fact. She had summoned him on his second Summerween and offered a bowl of candycorn in exchange for watching The Nightscare of Christmas Eve with her. “It’s a shame claymation creeps Mabel out,” Dipper had said in the middle of the Woogie Song, “She would love this.”

“Well the triplets haven’t,” Mabel walked over and rested her head on top of Dipper’s, “When is it playing again. We can all watch it together, and if the kids like it, we’ll go with my idea.”

At least one viewing and an intense sewing project later, the group made their way to the McGucket-Northwest estate on foot, letting the triplets stop at a house or ten on the way. Acacia was wearing a red onesie with a pointy-eared headband. Hank was wearing a black cloak and pointy hat. Willow was wearing a black jacket and black pants with white felt bones sewn over. All three had masks for a devil, witch, and skeleton, respectively. They also had face paint nearly identical to the masks, so they wore the masks sparingly or traded masks every few houses.

“Onward to the next door, kids! Shall we give our next victims a trick or ask for a treat?” Dipper’s costume looked mostly like a brownish-green sack. To Henry’s surprise, Dipper’s face would sometimes be visible and other times only darkness could be seen beyond the mouth and eye holes. However, by some collaborative means that the twins refused to reveal, the mouth and eyes contorted with Dipper’s expression and the mouth was perfectly synced with his brother’s words.

“Don’t listen to that no-good Boogeyman. He’s a bad influence.” Henry called to his kids

“I think you’re a bit too in-character, Henry.” Dipper protested

“Who says I’m acting, brother?”

“Do I really bug you that much?”

“Oh, no.” Henry groaned.

“What? Was that some sort of word play?” Stan spun the helmet he was wearing to the smiling side. “It’s a good thing you’re not a gambling man, because the odds are not in your favor.”

“I guess he doesn’t find these very a-moose-ing.” Mabel added

Henry sighed, “You know I love you oh sew much, so let’s stop before someone laughs themselves into stitches.”
Where There's Smoke - Katkee - Original Work [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Hey! Remember when I was talking about that fic I was going to write, loosely based on Chaos and Bloodshed? I finally finished it, and I’d really appreciate some feedback so I can revise!

Here’s the summary:

Declan Mar, aka Heatstroke, used to be the most feared villain in all of Crystal City. His fights with Ren Harper, more commonly known as Frostbite, were legendary. It’s been over a year since he was defeated and thrown into prison. Guess what–he’s back on the streets. Except there’s another villain trying to take the mantle of Frostbite’s nemesis. But Xavier Blackwell, or–as he insists on being called–Inferno, isn’t all that great at villainy.

Declan is struck with a brilliant idea: team up with Xavier and make Ren’s life hell.

…That is, if he can stand working with someone with minimal banter skills, literal spikes on his costume, and no sense of subtlety.

Looking for constructive criticism (or just criticism!) until Thursday night. I’ll post reminders every so often; apologies in advance for the spam, but I really want to get into this class!


What can I say? I’m on a roll this weekend. ;)

Again this is totally PG fluff set during the swanqueen road trip. Regina admitting to Emma that she’d had a past relationship with Mal and their reactions.

Hope you enjoy. 

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“I’m bored” Emma complained for about the 20th time since they’d set off just over an hour ago. 

“We talked for the first twenty minutes Emma, I’m not sure what else you want me to say?” Regina replied, turning to face the blond. “You’re not bored anyway, you’re just using boredom as a ploy to get me to play one of your childish games.”

Emma turned to the brunette for long enough to stick her tongue out, before looking back at the road. “Well if you don’t want to play anything then why don’t we ask each other questions? We’re friends and share a son and yet other than stuff I’ve seen over the past four years and read in a storybook, I don’t know anything about you.” 

“Nor do you need to” came the firm reply. 

“Aw come on Regina, you can ask questions back” Emma whined. 

Regina raised her eyebrows. “Hmm I guess that would have some merits. Fine, but I go first.”

Emma nodded in consent and Regina hummed to herself for a moment in thought before deciding on her first question. 

“If you could go back in time to when you gave birth to Henry, would you keep him?”

Emma screwed her face up. “Talk about starting on a deep question - could you have not just asked me my favourite food or something?” 

“Grilled cheese, and if you want to do this then we might as well do it properly. I’m not wasting time asking you silly questions about favourite food and colours.” 

“Fine” Emma muttered, sulking that her game had been so quickly turned against her. She should have known better than to try something like this with Regina. “No, I wouldn’t. As much as it breaks my heart to know I missed out on so much, I wasn’t ready to be a Mom at 18. I wouldn’t have been the Mom he deserved. Despite what I may have said when I first arrived, you did a fantastic job with him. So no, if I could have the chance to decide again, keeping him or letting you raise him, I’d still pick the latter. I wanted him to have his best chance in life, and that meant being with you and you alone for the first ten years of it.” 

“And if there was a third option?” Regina asked softly, trying to hide how touched she was by Emma’s answer. 

“Like?” Emma asked simple. 

“Like you both came to live with me and you and I brought him up together?” 

“I’d take it.” Emma said without hesitation. “We’re a good team Regina, and I believe we would have been even back then.”

Regina nodded but still wouldn’t look at Emma as she added. “I agree. I’d chose the same thing.”

They were both silent for a moment before the younger woman broke it with her question. “You’re an attractive and powerful woman and yet other than Robin and Daniel you haven’t had any real relationships? Not where someone’s picked you as against being forced by your mother or that weird heart thing with Graham.”

“Thank you for the reminder dear.” Regina said, raising her eyebrow again at the blond. “But in answer to your question I had one other relationship that was born from mutual attraction, like my relationship with Daniel. But it was complicated. I was married to your Grandfather at the time…”

“Don’t call him that” Emma said screwing up her face. “Look I don’t know exactly what went on and how he treated you but I know enough to know I don’t want to even be considered his relation.”

“Sorry” Regina said, trying to hide her surprise at both Emma’s knowledge and the hint of protectiveness she detected in the blond’s tone. “But like I said, that’s it. Relationships are different in the Enchanted Forest. You don’t just date hundreds of people.”

Emma snorted. “You think I’ve dated hundreds of people?”

“You’re sweet, stunningly beautiful, a strange sense of humour but you certainly know how to make people smile. And dating multiple people is pretty common in your world isn’t it?”

Emma snorted again. “Sort of, although not hundreds. But no I didn’t” she hesitated for a moment, suddenly realising what Regina had said. “You think I’m  beautiful?”

Regina flushed a dark shade of red. “Don’t act like you don’t already know you are. You have half of Storybrooke fawning all over you, and the only reason the other half don’t is because they’re related to you in some way.” 

“Like you?”

Regina raised her eyebrows for a third time. “We’re not related Miss Swan.” 

“That wasn’t what I meant and you know it” Emma turned away from the road again, thankfully it was empty and they were driving in a straight line. But Regina refused to look at her as she spoke. 

“My question now?”

Emma shook her head. “No, you didn’t answer my question properly. Come on Regina tell me about this mysterious fifth person. I answered your question with a load of detail. Tell me who this guy was?”

“You are aware Miss Swan, that when you assume you make an ass out of you and me.” 

“Funny pun your majesty” Emma replied with a small smile and a roll of her eyes. “But what did I assume?”

“You asked me to tell you who the ‘guy’ was. You were assuming the person was male.”

“They weren’t?” Emma’s voice went up an octave in surprise. “You dated a girl?”

“Women” Regina corrected. “Well half woman, half dragon if you’re going to be technical about it.” 

Emma’s jaw dropped. “Malefecent? You dated Malefecent?”

“Dated? Not exactly. We were… how do they put it in this world? Friends with benefits? Like I said it was complicated. She was deranged, I was damaged… we weren’t exactly running for couple of the year. It was just a small fling to take me away from the misery of being at the palace with my husband and Snow. I helped her find herself again and in return she taught me more about magic. All kinds of magic” she finished with a small smirk and a blush. 

“Oh my god” was all Emma managed. 

Regina turned to her, face frowning a bit. “Is that a problem?”


“The fact I’ve been in a relationship of sorts with someone of the same gender?” 

“Oh hell no” Emma said quickly, shaking her head. “No been there done that. Not with hundreds of women, I’d just like to make that bit clear, but yeah…” 

Regina nodded, but she was no longer looking at Emma. Luckily the blond knew the former evil queen well enough to be able to work out what the problem was. “You’ve never told anyone about you two before, have you?”

“No” came a small voice that sounded very un-Regina like. 

Taking her right hand off the gear stick she took hold of Regina’s left. “Hey, you have nothing to be embarrassed or awkward about. I don’t know about in the Enchanted Forest but here it’s not really that big a deal. I mean some people still have a problem with it. But they’re just idiots. Either way I’m pleased you told me. You don’t have to hide anything Regina, not from me. I’m not going to judge.”

“And you won’t tell anyone?” Regina tilted her head to the side and looked up at Emma, obviously worried. 

“No, of course not” Emma squeezed her hand one more time before putting it back on her gear stick. “Whatever happens in this car, stays in this car.” 

“Thank you”

“You’re welcome” 

They drove in silence for a bit until Emma swore loudly and pulled over to the side of the road. “Flat tire. You might as well get out for a bit, this is going to take a few minutes.” 

Regina nodded and climbed out. Once the wheel was changed Emma sat down on the side of the road to get her breathe back and the brunette sat down next to her. 

“Did you really mean what you said earlier, about wanting to raise Henry with me?” 

“Yes, I did” 

Neither of them were speaking above a whisper although both were unsure why. There was a tension between them now. Emma leant against Regina’s shoulder and the former evil queen stiffened. “What are you doing?” 

“My neck aches.” 

“And you couldn’t find anywhere else to lean your head?”

“I guess I could have. Why? Am I making you uncomfortable?” 

“No. I’m just not used to someone choosing to come that close to me unless they’re trying to kill me. Well other than Henry” Regina admitted. 

“But you don’t mind?”


“Would you mind if I kissed you?” 

Regina turned to look at her. “I don’t think so.”

So she did. 


The right thing...

Request from anon: Jai/OC imagine where they have been together for a year or so and they have an age gap that is like 8-10 years or so and the media/Jai’s parents make a big deal out of it and Jai has to reasure her. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ You put down the article, having read enough. It was the sixth one this month at it was clear that none of them had anything good to say about you or your relationship with Jai. You just couldn’t see their problem! Other celebrity couples had bigger age gaps than yours and Jai’s. No crime was committed by you two being in a relationship. Maybe it was because you wasnt famous, you had a regular job. Maybe it was a mystery you would never figure out. It wouldn’t be so bad if the articles didn’t get so personal. They doubted your looks, your intelligence and the family you came from. The latter was the worst. You could take the insults about yourself but when they began to criticise your parents and how they had raised you, that broke your heart. Your parents were great, your mother was a teacher, like you and your father was an engineer. They worked hard and gave you the best they could, and that’s more than you could have ever asked for. Yet, the media still thought that neither you or your family were worthy of him. Keys turning in the door took your attention away from the article, Jai walked through the door, suitcase in hand. ‘What are you doing home?!’ You asked as you ran and wrapped your legs around him burying your face in his neck. ‘I thought I would surprise you, we wrapped up filming a little earlier than we first thought so I came home a little earlier.’ He explained while placing kisses all over your face and neck. He walked over to the sofa you were just sat on with you still in his arms. ‘Why did you look so upset before I walked in?’ You looked at him questionably, how had he noticed? Noticing the question dancing in your eyes he helped by answering the unasked question ‘I saw you through the window. Now your turn, why were you so upset?’ You looked away from his piercing gaze but unfortunately they landed straight on the article and he noticed. He picked it up, once realising the general theme of it he tore it in two and threw it across the room. He put a hand on each side of your face forcing you to look into your eyes. ‘Listen to me Y/N, I don’t care what the media or the press think about us, you or your family. I love you.’ He sighed heavily, ’you are everything and more that I’ll ever want or need. I don’t care if there’s 8 years between us or 8 seconds. That makes no difference to me what so ever and it shouldn’t to you. They have no influence over us. They cannot stop us being together.’ You took a deep breath knowing he was right but you still had self doubt. ‘But they can make it horrible for us, for you. What if you find someone else. You could be with anyone! Someone prettier, more clever, your age or famous! You could be with a super model. What am I compared to them. Nothing. These articles are right. I’m so out of your league, you could do so much better…’ You faded off, no longer able to look at him. Needing some space, you left jai and went through to the garden. You had only been outside for a little while when you heard Jai speaking on the phone, he must have been in his man cave (he says its his office but you’re not stupid) the window of which looked out into the garden and was currently open. You could hear him talking loudly, clearly frustrated. ’… No mum! I don’t care what the press say! I love her with all my heart… Will you stop and listen to me, right now nothing you can say will stop me loving her… Why does an age gap matter? … No mum this stops now, both you and the rest of the world will have to get use to it, because I’m not letting her go anywhere for a long while yet!’ You knew he must have been angry he’d never speak to his mother like that in a million years, you couldn’t help feeling guilty that you were the reason. You’d made your decision you couldn’t damage Jai’s relationship with his mother. You crept up to the bedroom you shared with Jai, hoping he was safely in his man cave. When you heard the strums of his guitar you knew you had at least an hour to do what you needed to before he would emerge from there. A lone tear gently rolled down hour cheek, if you did this you probably wouldn’t ever hear him play to you again. Never mind, you thought as you brushed the tear away. You had to do this, for Jai. You had to stop being selfish. Finally reaching your room, you pulled your suitcase out of the cupboard, noticing Jai’s tucked away meaning he had already unpacked. You quickly began throwing your clothes into it, not caring if they were screwed up. Once all your things were packed and it looked as if you had never even been here, you took one final look at the bedside table, there was a picture of you and Jai. It was taken at the Christmas just gone by. He looked happy, but you knew that he wouldn’t always be happy not if he had to choose between you and his mum. Knowing that you were doing the right thing you zipped up your case and carried it down the stairs, trying to be careful and not make too much noise. If Jai saw you, he’d try to stop you and you knew you wouldn’t have the strength to leave. You made your way to the front door taking a look around your home for what would probably be the last time. With a chocking sob you shut the door. You were doing the right thing, you kept repeating to yourself - almost like a chant. After you had loaded your case and got into your car, you wiped away your tears and pulled out of the drive. Unfortunately for you, you hadn’t been as quiet as you though Jai came out of the front door but before you had time to change your mind you kept going. Looking in the mirror you saw Jai calling you but you couldn’t turn back. You had to keep going, for Jai. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ Wow, that was emotional!!! I didn’t plan for it to go this way, I guess it just sort of happened. Anyway if you have a request send it in! I have some more time this week to get a few done!! Hope you like it! Thanks for taking the time to read my writing, sorry again that it took so long!!! I love you all!!

Never Strikes Twice Chapter 1

-Bucky Barnes Imagine-

Shoutout to @avengersimaginings for more-or-less inspiring me to start on this after reading ‘Fancy a roll in the hay’! (BTW If you haven’t read that one, I HIGHLY recommend it.)

~ Rachael

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[Y/N] - Your Name
[H/C] - Hair Colour
[E/C] - Eye Colour

I was falling.

Why? I had no clue. Although everything was pretty hazy, I came to the conclusion that I had been dropped from something and I should really get into a safer falling position. Following my instincts, I spread my arms out, flattening out my body. My falling seemed to slow a little. Suddenly, a monstrous rumble echoed through the black clouds.


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“We both volunteered to help at the nursery and whilst making Christmas cards you spilt glitter all in my hair"- Stiles Stilinski

A/N: I thought this one was really cute and I hope you all had a great day yesterday!

Requested by anonymous:Hey there! I was wondering if you could do #10 on the Christmas prompt list with stiles? Also, you’re fantastic and I love your blog!! 🎄

The kids around you were squealing with delight whilst they added the finishing touches to their Christmas cards and decorations
“That’s lovely” You said and forced a fake smile as one of the kids forced their brightly coloured project millimetres away from your nose
“I’m just going to get some more glue” You say whilst slowly rising from the minuscule seat you were perched on. As you stood up from the chair Stiles happened to be walking past, a tray of glue and glitter in his hands. You took a small step backwards and collided with the boy sending glitter everywhere
“Stiles!” You yelled and the kids erupted into fits of laughter
“It wasn’t my fault!” He protested, waving the tray about which only sent more glitter your way
“You better help clean it up” You grumbled before making your way past the children and other supervisors and towards the toilets.
“Here let me help” Stiles said as he followed you over to the sink. You brushed away the glitter on your clothes and he tried getting some out of your hair
“This was your fault” You smirked which caused a smirk to break out on his face too
“I guess you’ll want some sort of payback” He said
“Covering you in pink glitter? Oh absolutely” You smiled and turned so you were face to face
“Yeah well I look better in pink glitter than you do” He joked
“You sure about that?” You asked with a raised eyebrow
“Not really because you still look absolutely beautiful covered in glitter” He said shyly

yes okay but have you considered a 21st century earth lotr AU in which:

  • legolas has Greensleaves as his ringtone
  • sauron’s ringtone is All the single ladies
  • everyone keeps distracting gollum with riddles books
  • “my elf eyes see th-” “we’ve got binoculars too dumbass”
  • pippin was never the same after he discovered the world of takeout
  • “who the hell keeps stealing all the elks from the zoo”
  • the dwarves are always buying those fancy beads from girly magazines to put in their beards
  • someone once actually told gandalf “yea but can u pull a rabbit from a top hat”
  • when he did his fireworks show he heard a voice from the crowd mumbling “the new year’s eve party was better”
  • “i am no man” “oh sweetie don’t worry we’re very trans friendly here”
  • thorin had a phase where he just stared longingly at jewelry stores
  • smaug collects lottery tickets, some of them stolen
  • thranduil is an eyebrow model
  • there’s a geneology services company somewhere and nobody knows exactly what that is but it exists
  • aragorn and arwen’s wedding was on tv and hobbits did the catering
  • gollum secretly collects mood rings
i’m just trying to fly and get a little love

Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Chris Beck/Mark Watney
Fandom: The Martian 
Additional: bisexual Chris Beck, lesbian character, chris beck character development i guess // idea from an ask on //song title from long hard times to come by gangstagrass

He was fairly certain that everyone knew about his thing for Johanssen; that sort of thing tended to circulate despite him never actually confirming the rumour. But he knew for a fact that nobody knew he had a thing for Mark Watney, too.

Johanssen was quiet and smart and strikingly beautiful. Watney was loud, obnoxious, smart, and ridiculously attractive.

Chris wasn’t stupid, he knew that he didn’t have a chance with either of them. One: he was quite a shy person who tended to get embarrassed about their feelings and try to hide them and two: they were both out of his league. He knew that if he confided in either of them he would end up fucking it up entirely.

One time he’d tried to tell a guy he’d liked him and just ended up, somehow, telling him that he only liked him as his swimming instructor and nothing more (he’d stumbled on his words until what he was saying was the total opposite of what he meant).

He’d always been dreadful at telling people he liked them and actually getting his point across. And if he could do that part right? Well, he usually managed to screw something up that resulted in him not actually getting to go on a date with them.

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She’s a pearl! She’s a made-to-order servant just like the hundreds of other pearls being flaunted around back on Homeworld.

Oohhhhh boy, an episode seemingly made out of love for me personally! Time for some quick Pearl Thoughts, one of my favourite things.

So basically, continuing my Star Wars analogy from ages ago, what just happened in Oath headcanon land is

pre-Back to the Barn: Pearls are R2s

post-Back to the Barn: Pearls are 3POs

Not gonna lie, I’m really going to miss blue-collar-y maintenance pearls (but watch me still use that as a sort of dumping ground for repurposed pearls who didn’t perform up to snuff for whatever reason, and also our Pearl being an apparently “fancy one” implies there’s a gradation there as well).

Things that stood out to me in particular:

- Pearls are meant to literally belong to somebody (combines well with the made-to-order statement earlier), “made to take orders, not to give them”, and are apparently not considered (or allowed) to be independent Gems - “Where do you get off acting like your own Gem? You’re just a pearl!”

This of course brings to mind Friend Ship - both Pearl’s breakdown over being “just a pearl” and Garnet’s subsequent words to her about being her own Gem and controlling her own destiny - and the apparent effects of those events on Pearl now (culminating in her punching Peridot in the face).

- Pearls are a status symbol - Peridot describes Pearl as “an accessory” and “somebody’s shiny toy” meant to be flaunted and to “stand around and look nice and hold your stuff for you” (literally holding - or holding in their gemspace? I can completely see high-up Gems using and treating pearls as little more than expensive designer handbags) - in interesting and rather frivolous contrast with the apparent general utilitarianism we’ve so far seen of Homeworld (and Peridot’s reaction to the idea of having a pearl - and being seen with her own pearl by other Homeworld Gems - was very notable).

Peridot: So, who do you belong to, anyway?
Pearl: Nobody!
Peridot: Then…what are you for?

I’ll just lazily quote myself here (and re-reading that post now was really interesting!) and say that if/since(?) pearls are bought and sold and literally owned by other Gems, I like the idea of Rose’s affectionate “my Pearl“ being a term of endearment between the two, but also an expression Pearl has reclaimed for herself by choosing to dedicate herself to Rose and making it a badge of pride instead of something used to devalue her and tear her down and make her something lesser. “You are beneath me,” as Peridot screams.

There’s now the question of why our Pearl would be considered defective, as Jasper calls her. I’m personally very invested in this not being simply because she’s doing things that pearls “aren’t meant to” such as taking an interest in engineering and learning to fight and generally disregarding orders, but I guess this remains to be seen.

I’m super into Pink Diamond theorising, and this all fits into that very nicely, opening up the doors to all sorts of courtly politics and intrigue-flavoured stuff.