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she really said ur gay and suck at your job

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barbie tingz

marcus scribner x THICC male reader

summary: just marcus loving you like with his heart, soul, and FAT SCHLONG. slight feminisation - don’t kill me.

notes: LOVELIES! hope everyone is having a beautiful day. i wanted to let y’all know that i will be taking a lil break because it’s exam season. don’t be sad…because this means i have an entire summer of smutty content to write and catch up on! ps. each word in this fic is me being another squat closer to the fattest ass in the world. ENJOY!

ALSO! the met gala is tonight! my favourite event of the year, i might make a short rec…how do we feel about that?

song rec: ‘freak’ - victoria monét

marcus was well on his way to establishing a name for himself in hollywood. booking new roles, alongside his debut as a director, he was on track for a career that would rival his mentors. but if you were to ask him what his biggest achievement was, he would say being with you. the corny mf has actually reiterated his adoration multiple times during interviews, and the world is obsessed with how lovestruck he was. aside from being social media’s favourite young couple, you, yourself, had a blossoming career in fashion that meant you were styling your man to make sure he looked good for his press tours.

notoriously, you garnered a reputation for EATING UP on the carpet - zendaya being your only competition. this ain’t no exaggeration, but every time you’d step out, those fits would break the internet. thus, when the news dropped that you’d be attending the premiere with your boyfriend, all eyes would be on you - yet again. having you on his arm, instantly elevated his aesthetic. not that he ever saw you as some pawn too boost his career, you meant the world to him, but your beauty as his trophy wife made him even more palatable. usually, you’d have an entire glam team by your side cultivating your iconic, polished look. but, you and marcus had both been working so hard, to the detriment of your relationship, and so you decided to spend the night at his, agreeing to do all the glam yourself.

‘Y/N,’ Marcus bellowed from downstairs, putting on his rings, and spraying cologne onto his clothes. ‘baby, we gotta go.’

‘Y/N! over here! to the left! Y/N!’ a flurry of paparazzi screamed. ‘the body is TEA!’ one reporter exclaimed, making you laugh.

you graciously blushed. they weren’t wrong, your pear-shaped figure, defined abs, and toned arms were nothing short of a sculpted masterpiece. amidst the bbl allegations on twitter, and every tabloid claiming to have the secret to getting an ass as perfect as yours, YOU were the standard. a beautiful, androgynous mix of allure and charm. not even chris evans, america’s ass, said that you had the best glutes in the industry. it was a thing of wonder; something so many lusted for, and even more desired to have a piece of whilst having you in backshots. there were an array of wolf whistles from the public whenever you walked, swiftly followed by a gaggle of photographers snapping shots of your post-gym bawd.

marcus soon joined you on the carpet after finishing up on his interview. if the sensory overstimulation of flashes and cheers wasn’t enough, this was heightened when marcus snaked his arm around your lower back. whispering sweet nothings into your ear, spectators were foaming at the mouth by his public proclamations of love, hiding your blush from the world.

‘don’t be shy,’ he said lifting your chin to his face. ‘there’s that smile I love.’ the whole crowd was gushing, you could’ve cringed at how clingy he was being in public, but found his confidence to do so, all the more endearing.

one thing that you sly liked about marcus, was how he jealous he could get, so many of his friends and industry buffs would come up to talk to you during the interviews, coming up for hugs, and even though he trusted you, his need to protect had him riled. marcus had a great relationship with all of his co-stars and they all became such a family over the filming process. you being there made the family even stronger, embodying the role of MOTHERRR in more ways than one, and they all appreciated your kindness. always there to soften the stressful tones of your bf’s criticism.

you were particularly close with his friend from another project, and due to mutual management you spent a lot of time in the same spaces. he came up and hugged you from behind, before being whisked away to speak with another reporter. all but a few seconds, lasted an eternity, the worst kind, burned into the possessive psyche of your man.

moments passed and it was time for group pictures on the carpet. you and marc were dead center, with his large hands gripping you tighter than usual. you looked up to see he was scowling, ‘lighten up bubs.’ you giggled, to which your bf fixed his face - he could never stay mad when you were always there to calm his demons. not long after, the same face screw, that made his nose look so cute came back, as he remembered the voices of the media resounding in his head.

‘damn I’d hit that.’

‘Marcus is one lucky mf to be all up in dat pussy’

‘I bet the recoil on that thing is insane.’

it infuriated him to hear how the public spoke about you, as if you were some object, and not the kind person he grew so enamoured with. ‘I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you gon’ beg me for mercy.’ he whispered , breaking that veneer of respectability for a brief moment, squeezing your butt, then turning back to smile at the cameras. you’d never seen that side to him, it’d be a lie to say it didn’t turn you on.

throughout the screening, he made sure to let you know that all your teasing would soon be dealt with. the vulgar remarks were still plaguing him, and you knew you were about to be on the receiving end of it. literally.

‘upstairs.’ he said sternly,

the two of you started kissing, unbuttoning his shirt as he unbuckled your pants to free the globes of juicy flesh he loved so much. strewn across the floor, all fear of creasing the custom couture outfit you were wearing had disappeared - the overwhelming desire to make love to your boyfriend clouded your judgement.

you get down to business, kneeling to align your lips with his cock head. ‘don’t take this the wrong way.’ marcus sighed, urging you to stand up, so frail against how tall your man stood.

‘Y/N, i just wanna fuck right now.’

you knew how badly he needed this, and a part of you liked how desperate he was to be inside you. but it was bizarre, marcus loved watching you suck him off, getting him all lubed to plough your hole, almost as much as you loved gagging on his meat. nonetheless, you obliged, bending over as you had your knees on the edge of the bed, hole puckering at the chill of the air. marcus grabbed your left cheek, caressing and massaging your upper hip.

‘so fucking soft.’ he whispers against your skin, kissing at your taint. it was as if he snapped out of his love drunk trance, and was left a primal shell of himself. he practically ripped off your underwear, leaving your naked bodies to rub up on each other as he scrambled to find lube.

‘fuuuuuuuk’ he groaned.

his thick schlong fit like a glove in your inviting hole, slick from your desire and his precum.

‘damn i missed that boy pussy’ - LIES. that man combusts if he isn’t inside of you at least 4 times a week - wtf was there to miss? this sentiment made you smile at how whipped he was for you though.

his pace quickened. pulling his entire length out of you, except his bulbous tip, and spitting directly on your pussy to get you even more slick. ‘hear that baby,’ he praised the ‘mac n cheese’ sloppiness of your hole. ‘your pussy was made for me.’ he was right; most guys love skinny twinks because their petite butts made their tops’ look hung. despite the voluptuous curves you had, you were ample in both chest and derrière making average look like a micro penis inside you. all but marcus. he overpowered you in ways no other man could, his thick, girthy cock stretched you out in a way that blurred the lines between pain and pleasure. not to mention his length, during your first time he could barely fit half in without it feeling like he was stabbing your insides. but after some practice, you started taking him - ALL of him.

his grunts deepened. ‘practically begging me to cum inside that hole.’ gripping your hair up fucking you in doggy. style. marcus began leaving love bites on your neck, marking you for all to see. his big hand crossed to caress your childbearing hips. whoever said men can’t get pregnant must’ve never accounted for marcus’ determination. his dick wanted to make you a mother so badly, and nothing was going to stop him trying.

‘you can take it.’ he praises. ‘all. of. it.’ slamming into you with a bold rhythm on his final three words. and that you could. your hole was heaven for him. every time he would enter, your thick meaty globes would bounce like jelly on his lower abdomen, making marcus even more inclined to give you your reward. you moaned out in ecstasy, your bodies were made for one another.

‘who’s pussy is this?’ his grip on your neck became tighter, still allowing you to moan out in response, ‘it’s yours marky, all yours.’ fuck. you were whipped, almost as much as he was. ‘that’s right baby, moan for me.’

‘scream like the little bitch you are.’ you and marcus both enjoyed the passion of rough sex, but this was something you hadn’t ever seen in him before. he was a beast and you loved it, way more than you could ever admit. there was something sweet about the high you were on as you were being impaled by his dick.

particularly, he relished in hearing your slutty cries, ‘music to my fucking ears.’ praising you ‘my pretty little slut, fuck yeah, you want my load.’

‘fuck yeah marc, give it to me please.’ you screeched, loving how hard he was clapping your cheeks.

‘shiiiiiiit, baby, fuuuuuck.’ he spouted, spilling his pearliness into your pussy. he used his thumbs to kneed the dough around your hips, losing himself in the bakery he so enjoyed visiting every morning for breakfast.

gently, he collapsed on top of you, still inside the warmth of your flesh. after a gentle make out sesh, cockwarming your boyfriend until he was soft, your bf brushed up against you. massaging your thick thighs, marcus tended to the bruises he gave, kissing them reassuringly. you ushered him to lay his head between your pecs, as he put his entire body weight onto you. he sighed deeply, feeling safe in your warm embrace. ‘marc, is everything okay?’ you stroke his face, as your fingers laced into his curls. he snickered groggily, ‘shouldn’t i be asking you the same thing?’ - a fair question because he litch just wrecked your shit. ‘real, but we both know that in a couple hours i’ll be fine.’ a silence filled the room, concern brewing in your heart. you played with his ear, knowing how he becomes putty in your hands. ‘fuuuuuck, you ain’t gon’ stop unless i talk, right?’ you kept quiet, trailing the tips of your fingers on his lobe. he sighed deeply, ‘i just get so possessive over you.’ his last words muffled by your ample bosom as he came to the realisation that the press’ words got to him more than he thought.

sitting up, marcus exhaled deeply. ‘i can’t even blame them for ogling, you’re so beautiful.’ ‘but u ain’t an object, and i hate that people treat you like that.’ you caressed his cheek with a loving care. ‘call it jealousy, possession, toxic - I don’t care. you’re all mine.’ marcus always felt the need to take care of what was his, doing better than what he had seen throughout his childhood.

you had an idea, trailing your fingers down his torso, circling his belly button, ‘why don’t you show me again?’ whispering into his ear as he breathed out in pleasure.

you kissed his cheek, before slowly massaging his dick tip, ‘how much do you love me.’

marcus turned you over. stroking and licking his ear, y’all were so intimate. he held onto the grooves of your waist, fucking into you slowly, marking your neck with his saliva.

‘you’re such a dream to me Y/N,’ he always had a way with words that made you smile like a school girl. ‘I was so selfish before, you didn’t even come.’ you always placed marcus’ pleasure above your own, but he was never satisfied with just brutalising your hole. he needed you to enjoy taking his dick, just as much as he enjoyed gaping your hole.

‘guess I’ll have to fuck another load in, to get one out of you.’ he joked, sucking on the sweet skin of your plump ass.

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[crazyk-imagine]

Call All You Want

Pairing: Leonard "Wolfman" Wolfe (Henry "Wolfman" Ruth) x Fem!reader

Characters: Fem!reader, Carole Bradshaw, Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood, Leonard "Wolfman" Wolfe, Nick "Goose" Bradshaw, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Sarah Kazansky, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Ron "Slider" Kerner, Charles "Chipper" Piper, Marcus "Sundown" Williams, Sam "Merlin" Wells, Rick "Hollywood" Neven, Baby Wolfman (Howler)

Warnings: Angst, fluff, slight club au, the reader and Leo have a fight, this started off as a different idea but I don't hate this, the gang is at the club, Mav and Goose chaos, Goose making fun of Ice and Slider, Ice and Ron being a slightly less chaotic duo, the other guys being club boys, slight crack behavior, Chipper is a cage dancer lol, Ice talks like he's had experience before with dancers, mentions of pregnancy, I cannot get enough of this man, I love writing for him so effing much, Wolfman fics cure depression, in my mind it's canon Wolfman's kids are nicknamed howler

Word Count: 4,671

A/N: Was this inspired by the iconic song Telephone that I hadn't listened to since I was a kid and came up with this idea? Maybe

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Hello, hello, baby You called, I can't hear a thing I have got no service In the club, you see, see

You’re barely two minutes into the club when your phone starts buzzing (again). You take your phone out of your pocket, “hello?”

“-ey want to talk with y- but-”

“I can’t hear you, Leonard. We just got here. I don't think there's any service here. Can you hear me?” You hold a finger to your ear with your free hand to try and listen to him better.

“Break- ing up wi- you…”

You don't hear anything else after that.

Wha-wha-what did you say? Oh, you're breaking up on me Sorry, I cannot hear you I'm kinda busy

“You- you’re breaking up with me?”

“N- over the- phone.”

“Yeah, I heard you loud and clear earlier today and now.” You scoff, “don’t call me anymore tonight.” You hang up on him and head over towards the girls, who are waiting for you at the bar. “I am done dealing with idiots for the night. Have we ordered yet?”

Carole glances over at Charlotte with a concerned expression, the latter looking back at her with raised brows.

“What happened?” The former asks.

“I thought we could talk when I got home but I guess not.”

“Why?” Charlie chimes in.

K-kinda busy K-kinda busy Sorry, I cannot hear you I'm kinda busy

You shrug, “don’t really know what happened and don’t want to talk about it besides we’re here to enjoy our girls’ night.”

After waiting for Sarah to finish her big drink order, she makes way for you three. "Ladies, what are we having?"

It shouldn't have taken as long as it did but with her having to work and train a new bartender, it took a while before you got your drinks.

The lieutenant grabs the drinks while your longtime friend pulls you towards a free table.

You roll your eyes and shove your phone further into your pocket.

"Is he still calling?" Carole asks.

You stare at her with pursed lips, taking a sip of your drink. "Of course, he is. What else does this man have to do other than bother me and try to make things right? I'd appreciate it more if I wasn't annoyed."

Just a second It's my favorite song they're gonna play And I cannot text you with A drink in my hand, eh You shoulda made some plans with me

Charlotte takes her seat beside the blonde, setting the drinks down. “I miss anything while trailing behind you two?"

"He's still calling," she says with a bored tone.

"You haven't blocked him?"

"Why would I?" You look at her over your glass with furrowed brows.

"Because he's an idiot, who tried to pick a fight over something stupid, I'm sure and you deserve to enjoy yourself without him calling."

Carole shrugs, "I mean, she could do that, or she can come with me," she grabs your hand, "to the dance floor."

You stop her, "I don't know."

"Just let go for a little bit," Charlotte adds, helping the other girl try and pull you onto the dance floor.

"But-"

"Nope," they shake their heads and haul you onto the floor.

You knew that I was free And now you won't stop calling me I'm kinda busy Stop callin', stop callin' I don't wanna think any more

You sneak away from the two, checking your phone. You sigh, debating on answering him or leaving him on read.

“Don’t respond to his text,” Carole tells you, glancing over your shoulder. “We’re busy, like you said we can enjoy the night.”

You turn to her, “I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“I know, honey.”

“Take me away or let me lose my mind forever?”

She chuckles, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “That’s my line and I only use with my Goose.”

You playfully groan, “don’t talk about your sex life with me.”

“I never do, you just assume.”

“And you have to stop lightly implying what you and your hubby do.”

“But your facial expressions are my favorite thing, and they make my day.”

“The moon is out.”

She rolls her eyes, “okay, they make my nights too.”

I left my head and heart on the dance floor Stop callin', stop callin' I don't wanna talk anymore I got my head and my heart on the dance floor Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

Charlotte breaks away from the dance floor, standing in front of you two. “Okay, ladies. Are we going to keep talking or dance so we can forget about our troubles?”

“I like the second option,” the blonde says.

“Great, we’re doing this.” She turns around and spots a familiar face along with a few others. “Jesus,” she mumbles to herself. “You two go to the dance floor while I,” she shakes her cup, rattling the ice in the empty glass. “Get a refill.”

Carole notices the expression on her face and the way her eyes linger at the door. She turns and sees the guys walking into the club. She mentally face palms at the sight of her goofy husband waving his hand around like a mad man. “Come on, it’s time to dance.” She pulls you away before you can see anything or anyone that could ruin your mood.

You were barely able to take a sip of your drink before being hauled off. You don’t know what to do with this whole thing.

Is it considered a fight? You don’t know.

You’ve never known Leonard to act this way before.

He loves the guys; they’ve become his family so the little teasing comments shouldn’t have made him as upset as they did.

When it first happened, you didn’t know what to think; his attitude at the Top Gun barbecue was normal.

You close your eyes and wave your arms in the air (making you feel like the popular/ party girl in the movies), letting your annoyance escape you. It takes a lot for his anger to get the best of him.

Stop telephonin' me Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh I'm busy, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Stop telephonin' me

The comments weren’t even that bad, the more you think about it; if anything, they were more endearing for Leonard but- you still don’t understand why he lost his composure today.

You lower your hands onto your head, trying to figure out what could have happened. You know it didn't happen in the morning because he was happy since he was going to be practicing in the air and that always made him happy no matter what.

Breakfast was good, you sent him off with a kiss as usual and he got to use the phone which was shocking since he normally can't because the other guys get to it before him.

The call was good, you could hear Rick asking him about you and trying to steal the phone from him.

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Call all you want, but there's no one home And you're not gonna reach my telephone Out in the club, and I'm sippin' that bub And you're not gonna reach my telephone

Pete stops in front of Charlie first. "How's my favorite girl?"

She raises a brow and purses her lip, "you tell me. Your number one hasn't come by yet so you'll have to wait until then."

He chuckles and places a hand over his chest. "You wound me, honey."

"It's a gift." She takes a step forward. "Do you want to tell me why all of you are when you know we were trying to have a girl’s night?"

A nervous chuckle escapes him as he scratches the back of his head. "You see I was trying to stop," he gulps. "Wolf- Wolfman but he got past us, and we had to follow him."

"Is that all?"

He nods, "pretty sure, yeah. Goose?"

"Huh?" The mustached man lowers his head to try and hear better over the music.

"We followed Wolf because he got past us, right?"

"Oh, yeah. He just-" he lightly claps his hand and extends his arm and whistles, "went right past us and here we are."

"And that has nothing to do with the other guys here?"

They glance over their shoulders.

"Ice is here for his girl. Slider is looking for company, if you know what I mean," Nick explains, raising his brows to emphasize his innuendo.

She sighs, "when don't I?"

He merely smiles at her comment. "Merlin wanted to tag along and- uh- other guys weren't busy."

She looks around for the man of the hour.

Call all you want, but there's no one home And you're not gonna reach my telephone Out in the club, and I'm sippin' that bub And you're not gonna reach my telephone

"Where is he?"

Now the two are confused.

"He's not here?" Pete asks.

"He was just behind us," Nick adds.

They turn to one another. "Wasn't he behind you?"

"No. I thought he was with you."

"No, see, Mav. You've got it wrong. I came in first, like we discussed then you were supposed to come in with Wolf and make it seem like we met here by accident."

Charlotte tilts her head, crossing her arms. "And you two said it was a coincidence that you all were here."

"Dammit, Mav. You got us caught!" He smacks his arm.

"I got us caught? I'm not the one who just exposed us and our plan."

"Fine, fine." The mustached man rolls his eyes, "we're both to blame."

"I don't think so."

"Are these two idiots giving you a hard time?" Tom asks her.

She smiles and shakes her head, "unfortunately no but maybe you two can answer why you're all here?"

Tom and Ron glance at each other.

"Moral support and to get him a date," the man with frosted tips informs her.

"I told you I could get my own date."

"You've been doing jack with the way you complain about being single."

Those two-start arguing alongside the other duo leaving Charlotte with a growing headache. "Why do I ask?"

Boy, the way you blowin' up my phone Won't make me leave no faster Put my coat on faster Leave my girls no faster I shoulda left my phone at home

You don't feel the buzzing of your phone, too into your thoughts.

Was today anything special? No, if it was, you'd both have it on your calendars because you know you both aren’t the best with dates.

Could it have been an important Top Gun thing you needed to do and forgot about? No.

Everything that could go wrong or has gone wrong before has been crossed off your mental list.

'Cause this is a disaster Callin' like a collector Sorry, I cannot answer Not that I don't like you I'm just at a party

He taps Carole's shoulder. "Can I talk to her?"

She avoids his gaze. "I don't know if that's such a good idea, Wolf."

"I just- I want to talk to her. This place sucks with service so I couldn't tell her over the phone. Please," he pulls out his puppy dog eye expression, knowing whenever he uses it on anyone, they cave.

She sighs. "Am I going to regret this?"

He immediately shakes his head. "No, this is going to be good for us. I'm- I got this."

"If, and only if, you're sure."

"I am."

She smiles and pats his shoulder. "Go, get her stud."

He chuckles, making sure she makes it to her husband (who's distracting the other blonde with ease).

You still can't figure it out for the life of you, but you do know that you want to stomp on your phone and break it. You open your eyes and grab your phone. "What?" You growl. "You've been ringing me off the hook since we left. I told you we'll talk when I get home- why is there music coming from your line?"

"Turn around."

"What?"

And I am sick and tired Of my phone ringin' Sometimes I feel like I live in Grand Central Station Tonight I'm not takin' no calls

You spin around and find him standing just a few feet from you. You hang up and place it back into your pocket, walking closer towards him. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to talk."

"You wanted to talk?"

He takes a step towards you. "Can we please talk about this elsewhere?"

"I don't want to talk to you after you kept endlessly blowing up my phone and then-" You stop when he pulls you away from the dance floor. "Hey. I wasn't done."

He stops when you two stops at your table, it's the only spot in the place that isn't jam packed with other people. "I know you weren't, but I want to be able to hear you when you scream at me and scrunch that nose of yours because you can't avoid me."

You cross your arms, rolling your eyes. "Why are you here?"

"I want to talk."

"Did you think maybe I didn't?"

"The service here sucks so how could I tell what you did or didn't want to do?"

"You think my ignoring you was for fun?"

He shrugs, "honestly, I think the both of us haven't been our usual selves today."

"You're one to talk."

"Can we- can we please not do this?"

"Do what?" You uncross your arms. "I'm acting perfectly fine."

"I don't want this to become a fight."

"It's a little too late since this is where we are, just a few steps away from fighting?"

He straightens his posture. "I'm trying to fix what I started. I don't- I don't like it when we fight."

"Neither do I but it's really hard when one of you doesn't think it's worth talking about."

"It's not that."

'Cause I'll be dancin' 'Cause I'll be dancin' 'Cause I'll be dancin' Tonight I'm not takin' no calls 'Cause I'll be dancin'

You reach forward and grab his hand. "Then what is it because I can't change anything if you don't talk to me."

He doesn't say anything else as his shoulders hunch over.

"This is why I made plans because you're not willing to talk." You remove your hand from his. "Now, if you'll excuse me. I'll be going back onto the dance floor so one of us can clear their heads."

You start walking away, not sure if you should be listening to him breathing with how much he has been acting like an ass today. You don't want to waste your time with something he clearly doesn't want to talk about even though he acts like it.

He grabs your wrist and pulls you back towards the table. "Okay, okay. I'll- I'll tell you. It's just- it's a lot."

"You don't have to unpack it all now, you can tell me some or however much you want to but know I won't tell anyone because I don't need to share your business with anyone else. You know that which is why you've been pissing me off today."

He chuckles. "It' just," he sighs. "Today- today is an anniversary."

"Ours? Is it really?" You pull out your phone. "I thought we were better than that. We usually coordinate and-"

He grabs your phone, "you're right. It's not, it's one of mine."

You tilt your head. "One of yours?"

Stop callin', stop callin' I don't wanna think any more I left my head and my heart on the dance floor Stop callin', stop callin' I don't wanna talk any more I left my head and my heart on the dance floor

"What do you think they're talking about?" Nick leans back, asking his friend.

"I don't know. Maybe he's finally admitting why he's been off today," Pete told him.

"I mean, that'd be great, right? We wouldn't have to tiptoe around them and everything that's been going on."

Charlotte rolls her eyes, "would the two of you rather dance with each other than us?"

They push themselves off the other and return their attention to their partners.

"Where'd Ice and Slider go?" Nick asks his wife, looking around the room for their fellow crew mates.

"Maybe Ice got a girl for Slider?" His wife adds.

"You think those chumps managed to get a woman, like an actual woman and not the ones in their heads, to talk to them?" Nick stares at his wife like she's crazy.

"I do and you know they're not that bad."

"They may not be but they're not that nice either."

"It doesn't help that you and Mav pick on them."

"I'm sorry," he pushes her away slightly, keeping his hands on her hips. "Are you my wife or theirs because I'm not feeling very loved right now."

She smiles and steps closer, keeping her hands wrapped around his shoulders. "You know I'm yours, baby."

"Are you now?" He smirks.

She pecks his lips, "show me the way home or lose me forever, you punk."

He chuckles and resumes dancing with her while pulling her off the dance floor.

Stop callin', stop callin' I don't wanna think any more I left my head and my heart on the dance floor Stop callin', stop callin' I don't wanna talk any more I left my head and my heart on the dance floor

Sam, Rick, and Marcus sit in a corner enjoying their drinks while watching everyone mingle with their spouse and/ or significant other.

“Has anyone seen Chip since we got here?” Sam asks.

Rick shrugs, “not really, kind of lost him in the crowd as soon as we got in.”

“What's a cage dancer supposed to look like?”

The two turn to Marcus with confusion evident on their faces.

“What?” Sam starts.

“Where'd that come from?” Rick adds.

“I think Chip is up there,” he points to the cage on the second floor.

“Jesus,” Rick mutters. “How do you persuade a cage dancer out of a cage?”

They look at one another.

“I don't think any of us know the answer to that,” the blond adds.

“Should we try to get him down?” Marcus asks out loud.

“Leave him, he'll get out when he's ready,” Tom says, patting Rick's shoulder.

“It's always the quiet ones,” Ron mutters.

They all shake their heads, watching as one of their own has the time of his life.

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Stop telephonin' me Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

"The comments shouldn’t have bothered me, you know. I thought I was past this."

You furrow your brows. "Past what?"

"It's stupid."

You stand beside him, rubbing his upper back in a soothing manner. "It's not stupid if it's something that's bothering you."

He grabs your free hand that was resting on his shoulder, for support. "It's my parents’ anniversary."

"Oh."

He doesn't like talking about his family so this is all new for you and him.

"I don't talk about them because," he sighs. "My pops never treated my ma right and she never left him even though she should have. And there were people who used to say the same thing Mav and Goose were joking about, which wasn't that big of a deal but when I saw what day it was. I kind of-"

"Flipped out?"

He chuckles. "I wouldn't say that."

"Then what would you call it?"

He sighs before turning to face you and pulling you into his grasp. "Okay, maybe I did but it's only because you mean so much to me and I don't want us to end up like them. I don't want to end up like him, you know."

"We won't, you know why?"

I'm busy, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Stop telephonin' me Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

He shakes his head.

"Because we're better. Yes, your parents didn't have the best relationship and your mother probably should have gotten out of that situation sooner but she didn't and hopefully got to live a long life where she got to see her kids grow up and get married or meet someone smart enough to keep their boyfriend at a distance."

He smirks, brushing his thumb on the back of your hand, against your knuckles. "Hey, now."

"I'm just saying."

"You can say all you want, and it won't change a thing, you know why?"

"Why?" He leans in, as if he's whispering a secret. "One way or another I'm getting a ring on that finger."

You avoid his gaze when he pulls back.

"You're looking a little flushed," he teases. "Do we need to step outside and get some air?"

You playfully shove him away, "no. I want to go back on the dance floor so I can get away from you."

He smiles, pulling you back into him. “You can't escape me, sweetheart."

You step towards him, standing toe to toe, "doesn't mean I can't try."

"You can try but it won't do you any good."

"I'm still going to try." You stomp your foot, knowing full well he's going to be right on your tail (exactly where you want him).

Can call all you want but there's no one home And you're not gonna reach my telephone 'Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sippin' that bub And you're not gonna reach my telephone

Tom glances over his shoulder when Sarah gestures to the dance floor where you and Leonard are, along with the (two) idiots and their girls.

Ron passes him, giving his buddy an ecstatic smile as he drags some poor girl with him.

"Jesus, where do you find them?" He mutters to himself.

She smiles and leans forward, "I told you things were going to get interesting when we left for the barbecue today."

"Yeah, yeah." He turns back to her. "What's a navy man got to do to get a free drink around here?" He playfully flirts with his girlfriend.

She rolls her eyes, "still gotta pay, pilot."

He groans, "are you sure? I think I can be pretty persuasive if I need to."

"Not today."

He sighs, pulling out his wallet, "if I must."

She smiles at him, letting the other bartender working with her take care of the other customers until she's done talking to him.

There's no better customer than her boyfriend.

Call all you want but there's no one home And you're not gonna reach my telephone 'Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sippin' that bub And you're not gonna reach my telephone

You stand beside the girls and start dancing less out of control than you did when you first got to the dance floor.

The girls’ glance at one another and smile, happy to see the two of you talk and make up (like adults and stopped avoiding the other [more you than him]).

Pete turns to him with a raised brow while Nick stares at him with a hopeful expression and both brows raised, doing a thumb up thumbs down gesture.

Leonard smiles and shakes his head before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer.

"I'm glad you two finally figured your shit out."

You give the mustached man a sarcastic smile, "as sweet as ever, aren't you, Nick? How did Carole ever get so lucky?"

He smiles back, kissing the top of his wife's head. "I don't know, she's just- she chose the best of the best, I guess."

"I'm pretty sure that's what you say about your partner and Ice but, okay."

He scoffs, "why are you ruining a good moment?"

"How am I ruining it?"

"With your-" He waves his hand in front of your face.

You stick your tongue out at him and lean further into Leonard's arms.

He bends down, "do you want to go back and sit down?"

You shake your head and smile at him, "nope. I'm perfectly fine where I am."

My telephone M-m-my telephone 'Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sippin' that bub And you're not gonna reach my telephone

You three went to the bathroom to fix yourselves (adding a little extra lipstick… to leave marks) and went to the restroom before leaving. "It wasn't stupid."

They both glance at you in the mirror and ask, "what?"

"It wasn't stupid like you thought," you tell Charlotte. "It was something serious for him and I think tonight was good for us." You can’t fight the smile that sneaks its way onto your lips. “I think it made us closer than before.”

Carole smiles, “good, maybe it’s a good thing the guys snuck him in then.”

After that night you guys were better than before because you got to learn something else about him and learned more about how he got to become the man you see today, and that's something you wouldn't ever trade for.

Maybe other than-

My telephone M-m-my telephone 'Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sippin' that bub And you're not gonna reach my telephone

You stare at the ring on your finger.

"He's lucky, you know."

You turn to your longtime friend. "Who?"

She purses her lips and rolls her eyes. "You know who, you weirdo."

You suck in air through your teeth to exaggerate. "I don't know, Care. This little guy here seems lucky," you rub your protruding six-month pregnant belly. You lean as forward as you can, mumbling under your breath. "Lucky to stomp on my bladder and make his poor mother need to pee every five minutes."

"It's been at least ten minutes, a new record," she jokes, her laughter dying down when you don't join in. "At least he'll be home in a few."

"Not soon enough, I need his soothing hands."

"Oh, gross," she shrieks.

"Oh, don't be like that, you know what I mean and don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about. I swear he gives the best foot rubs, I've never had better and you're one to talk, missy. You always kindly refer to your sexual escapades with your hubby."

"I do not!"

The door opens and you two don't stop.

"Do too."

"Do not! I'm hurt, very hurt that you would even imply such a thing."

"I feel like I shouldn't have come in."

You turn to your fiancé and smile at him. "Don't feel like that. Now, come here. I swear I haven't seen you today."

He bends down and pecks your lips. "You just want me to give you a foot massage.”

You scoff, "how dare you." You sniffle, cover your eyes.

"Sweetheart, honey, I didn't mean to make you cry-"

"You didn't! This spawn of yours did."

"I'm gonna go," she whispers to him.

He nods and waves at her till she gets to the door. "How about I give my special girl a nice, long foot rub and we watch some of our favorites?" He rests his head on the arm of the couch. "Do you like that idea?"

You wipe your under eye and nod, glancing down at him, wondering how you ever got so lucky to find a guy like him.

"I'm the lucky one." He pecks your temple and starts grabbing stuff for your relaxing night.

"How did you know?"

"I'm psychic."

You narrow your eyes to him.

"I'd be a bad fiancé if I didn't know what you wanted."

Before you fall asleep, you swear you hear him whispering to the baby.

"-nd I told her I'd get a ring on her finger one way or another. You had nothing to do with it but that was some pretty funny timing, little howler."

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[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

It was a vast, eclectic set list: Not just the hits or the crowd-pleasers, but impassioned re-imaginings of material from across Mitchell’s catalog, like the romantically tranquil title track from the 1991 album “Night Ride Home” and the fiery social commentary of “Sex Kills” from 1994. A clear highlight was “Amelia,” a plangent, airy meditation on freedom and flight. Mitchell’s vocals sounded especially muscular, and the musician and producer Blake Mills accompanied her, with grace and agility, on Mitchell’s own guitar. Backing vocals from Lucius, percussion from Marcus Mumford, and guitar and vocals from Celisse Henderson (whom Mitchell, admiringly, called “a lady Jimi Hendrix”), among other musicians, rounded out the set’s lush sound.

Mitchell can’t hit those canary-like high notes anymore. So what. As she put it Saturday night in a sonorously sung “Both Sides Now,” “Something’s lost but something’s gained in living every day.” What Mitchell has gained is a fine command of her sumptuous lower register — an androgynous, omniscient voice, like a wise, benevolent god. Given this unexpected third act as a performer, Mitchell has become resourceful with what others may see as potential limitations. As she and the others around her sang, the cane she uses to aid in her mobility — on Saturday it was topped by a glittering wolf’s head — became both a percussion instrument and a royal staff.

As the night went on, Mitchell became increasingly chatty, telling delicious stories about friends and peers like Bob Dylan and Van Morrison. She recalled the time when Prince had invited her onstage to sing during the “Purple Rain” tour, and she confessed she didn’t know the words to the title track; he assured her there were really only two. Though Mitchell rivals any rock icon, she was not always afforded the respect of her male contemporaries throughout her career. Lennox, in one of the night’s most heartfelt monologues, acknowledged, “Back in the day, there were so few of us women doing this thing that we’ve been doing.”

Since Mitchell’s recovery from her aneurysm, though, the world seems to be making up for lost time, belatedly recognizing her extraordinary influence on popular music and bestowing upon her one accolade after another. In the past several years, she has received a Kennedy Center Honor, the Recording Academy’s MusiCares Person of the Year award, and, most recently, the Library of Congress’s Gershwin Prize for Popular Song.

So many laurels hung around one’s neck can easily become heavy, but Mitchell has welcomed all of this fanfare with an amused lightness — a shimmy, a chortle and a fresh round of pinot grigio. And, of course, another song. She sang a few lively covers of classics from what she called her “rock ’n’ roll dancing days” — “Love Potion No. 9,” “Why Do Fools Fall in Love” — but closed with what she introduced as a “Frank Sinatra song,” “Young at Heart.”

“Vive la old age!” she had exclaimed with a laugh earlier in the night. As if that wasn’t what she’d already been saying between the lines for this entire, astonishing set.

[aew-kun-age-regression]

-Miscellaneous Masterslist-

Moodboards

Caregiver!Jack (Mary Poppins returns)

Blues Clues Moodboard

Regressor!Flora (Winx Club)

Regressor!Aisha (Winx Club)

Caregiver!Rick O'Connell, Caregiver!Evelyn O'Connell (The Mummy)

Regressor!Bloom (Winx Club)

Caregiver!Amity (The Owl House)

Regressor!Luz Noceda (The Owl House)

Caregiver!Egon Spengler (Ghostbusters)

Caregiver!Thomas Sharpe (Crimson Peak)

Caregiver!Legend of Zelda

Caregiver!Mario (The Super Mario Brothers)

(🌈) Moodboard

Caregiver!Agent Whiskey (Kingsman the golden circle)

Red Themed Cat Moodboard

(🩵⭐🌕🪐🌙🌠) Moodboard

(🫧) Moodboard

Caregiver!Reno Raines & Bobby Sixkiller (Renegade)

(🐋🐬🪼🦈) Moodboard

Caregiver!Marcus Moreno (We can be heroes)

Regressor!Tecna (Winx Club)

Regressor!Musa (Winx Club)

Regressor!Stella (Winx Club)

Bear in the big blue house Moodboard

Bluey Moodboard

Caregiver!Josh (Blues Clues)

Caregiver!Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Space Moodboard

Beach Moodboard

Dinosaur Moodboard

Leonardo Moodboard (Rottmnt)

Orange Stimboard

Blues Clues Stimboard

Caregiver!Josh (Blues Clues)

The Wizard of Oz Moodboard

(Birthday) Blues Clues Moodboard

Regressor!Oswald Cobblepot (Gotham)

Regressor!Cheryl Blossom (Riverdale)

Pumpkin Glow Build A Bear StimBoard

Regressor!Sebastian Mcclane (Law and Order)

Regressor!Oswald Cobblepot StimBoard (Gotham)

Regressor!Sebastian Mcclane StimBoard (Law and Order)

Caregiver!James Conrad StimBoard (Kong, Skull Island)

Caregiver!Adam Mintock + Caregiver!Jet Slootmaekers + Little!Sebastian Mcclane (Law and Order)

Regressor!King Clawthorne (The Owl House)

Regressor!Jake Peralta (Brooklyn 99)

Siren Themed StimBoard

Star Trek Themed Moodboard

Regressor!Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn 99)

Caregiver!Aethelwold (The Last Kingdom)

Caregiver!Edward Nygma (Gotham)

Regressor!Rowan Laslow (Wednesday)

Regressor!Oswald Cobblepot (Gotham)

Blue StimBoard (Blues Clues)

Regressor!10th Doctor (Doctor Who)

Regressor!Kenneth Hutch (StarSky and Hutch -2004)

Regressor!Peewee Herman

Regressor!11th Doctor (Doctor Who)

Caregiver!Arnold Rimmer + Regressor!Dave Lister (Red Dwarf)

Caregiver!Kryten (Red Dwarf)

Regressor!Charlie Hudson (Hudson & Rex)

Caregiver!Commander Mills (65)

Regressor!Wolf Pup Geralt Of Rivia + Caregiver!Jaskier (The Witcher)

Regressor!10th Doctor StimBoard (Doctor Who)

Caregiver!Commander Mills (65) (Fem Themes)

Caregiver!Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn 99)

Edgar Allan Poe - The Raven Themed

Caregiver!Albert Wesker StimBoard (Resident Evil)

Regressor!Arnold Rimmer (Red Dwarf)

FNAF animatronics (FNAF Movie)

Caregiver!William Tell (The Card Counter)

Blue Themed Moodboard

Caregiver!Jareth (Labyrinth)

Rumple Buttercup Moodboard

Wolf Themed StimBoard

My Favourite Activities Themed Moodboard

Flip!Christian (Moulin Rouge)

Caregiver!Indiana Jones (Indiana Jones)

Story/Fanfics

Headcannons

Playlists

Art

DNI Banner

Bingo, Bluey (bluey)

Dr Flug (villainous)

Bill Hazledine (suburban shootout)

Lloyd (lego ninjago)

Glam (metal family), Papa/Copia (ghost band)

Norman (my friendly neighborhood)

A bear

Dr Habit (smile for me)

Cuddle bear family (calico critters)

Paci Icon

Socks & Muffin (Bluey)

Ghoulia Yelps (Monster High)

Hello Kitty (Hello Kitty)

Luigi (Super Mario Brothers)

Winx Club Main Six (Winx Club)

Donatello, Leonardo, Raphael & Mikey (TMNT Mutant Mayhem)

Simon Petrikov (Adventure Time)

11th Doctor (Doctor Who)

[prnanayarquah]

BOB MARLEY MOVIE ONE LOVE HITS THEATRES FEBRUARY 14TH

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BOB MARLEY MOVIE ONE LOVE HITS THEATRES FEBRUARY 14TH

Bob Marley’s One Love tells the story of how reggae icon Bob Marley overcame adversity, and the journey behind his revolutionary music. The movie celebrates the life and music of an icon who inspired generations through his message of love and unity. On the big screen for the first time, Bob’s powerful story of overcoming adversity and the journey behind his revolutionary music is shared.

One of the preview’s most intense moments comes during a scene chronicling December 1976, when a crew of men attempted to assassinate Marley inside his home with his wife and children. “No guns can stop this message,” Ben-Adir’s Marley says in the trailer, accompanied by a version of “Three Little Birds.”

Along with chronicling Marley’s rise to fame, One Love also highlights his historic performance at the One Love Peace Concert in Kingston, Jamaica in April 1978, which aimed to heal the rupture between the country’s two major political parties, Jamaica Labour Party and People’s National Party.

Outside of Ben-Adir, other actors in the cast include Lashana Lynch, who plays Bob Marley’s wife, Rita, James Norton as Chris Blackwell, Anna-Sharé Blake (aka Sevana) as Judy Mowatt, Naomi Cowan as Marcia Griffiths, Umi Myers as Cindy Breakspeare, Aston Barrett Jr. as Family Man Barrett, Gawaine “J-Summa” Campbell as Antonio ‘Gillie’ Gilbert, David Kerr (aka Davo) as Junior Marvin, Hector Roots Lewis as Carlton Carly Barrett, Sheldon Shepherd (Yardie) as Neville Garrick, and Stefan A.D Wade as Seeco Patterson.

Before Ziggy Marley approached Kingsley Ben-Adir to play his late father in the film, the actor had already portrayed larger-than-life historical figures like Malcolm X (in One Night In Miami) and Barack Obama (in the miniseries The Comey Rule). But Ben-Adir had no musical experience or capabilities. “I was completely convinced that there’s no point in auditioning for this,” he told Entertainment Weekly. “I can’t sing. I can’t dance.”

However, the director was looking to cast an actor rather than a musician to play the reggae icon. “I was more interested in his acting,” Green told The Observer.  “The same way that I approached King Richard, the two young actresses that play Venus and Serena [Saniyya Sidney and Demi Singleton] had no sports capabilities whatsoever. It’s about being great actors – and then training.”

Ben-Adir learned to sing and play guitar for the role, performing all the songs with his own voice during filming, while the final film combines his voice with Marley’s archival recordings. “Bob’s not someone you can choreograph or copy,” he told EW. “His singing and dancing are from an internal experience, so you really have to find your own version of that for yourself.”

The actor went to work studying Bob and listening to over 50 rare archival Marley interviews to learn his Jamaican Patois and way of speaking.  “The more I dug into Bob,” he shared, “the more I realized that music was really everything to him. It really saved him, and he separated himself from other artists around that time.”

The film was directed by Reinaldo Marcus Green, who made his studio directorial debut with King Richard, which featured Will Smith as Richard Williams, who coached his daughters Venus and Serena into becoming tennis superstars. It received six Oscar nominations, including Best Picture, with a best actor win for Smith.

The film was written by screenwriters Zach Baylin, who also worked on King Richard, The Wolf of Wall Street’s Terence Winter, and Shooting Stars’ Frank E. Flowers. The film was produced in partnership with members of the Marley family, including his wife Rita Marley, son Ziggy Marley, and daughter Cedella Marley produced.

Green also spoke on the family’s concern that Marley is portrayed “in a way that feels authentic and meaningful,” he told The Guardian.

Ziggy Marley shared a statement reflecting on the monumental biopic. He said: “Nothing happens before its time, and now is the time for the story of our father Bob Marley to be represented in a biopic theatrical release coming in 2024. You’ve heard the music, and you think you know the man but do you really understand what he went through and what moments shaped him into the person he became…this film will bring you to witness for the first time what it was like to be around the legend, to see his pain his sorrows his joys and his redemption.” He adds that “the cast and crew represent one of the most unique creations to ever come out of a Hollywood studio.”

[thejacksmit]

First Take: The Great Escaper - a quiet way for Sir Michael to bow out from cinema

SYNOPSIS: Bernard Jordan escapes from his care home to attend the 70th Anniversary of the D-Day Landings in France.

It’s a true story so bonkers that two films are being made about it - one of them is a Pierce Brosnan lead vehicle, the other, is this one, one where two British icons bow out from respective careers - but emotions aside, The Great Escaper is a perfectly fine, if a little undercooked for what it is trying to do.

Oliver Parker is in charge of this 1 hour 36 minute film, and he seems to have become very well versed in war stories (having helmed the 2016 version of Dad’s Army), creating a film that gets the emotional bits relatively spot on, but struggles to find a properly coherent style - one minute it’s him on the journey, the next, it’s a flashback to some rather raunchy stuff for a 12 certificate. Where it ultimately falls a little short is William Ivory’s script - as much as this is a BBC Films production, it does feel a little too much like a TV movie for its own good, which is a shame as this is the man who wrote Made in Dagenham. Christopher Ross does a decent job behind the camera, and Craig Armstrong’s score is good enough for a mid-budget British film of this nature.

Now, the performances - arguably the key USP of this film - the final work for the late Glenda Jackson, and if he stays true to his word, the final film of Sir Michael Caine’s illustrious career before retirement. And when have these two ever put a bad performance in? Supporting them is Wolf Kahler, John Standing, Carlyss Peer, Danielle Vitalis, Laura Marcus and Will Fletcher, and together, this small cast do enough to take what was a pretty middle of the ground script and make it feel relatively wholesome (if not for an advert pre-film kind of spoiling a pivotal moment in the final act).

THE VERDICT

For a film billed as Sir Michael’s last before retirement, The Great Escaper may not be the greatest, but it just about gets the job done - and yes, we do get to hear him drop an F bomb in a pretty relaxed 12 certificate manner. Surely worth the price of admission on its own.

RATING: 3/5

[chekerbored]

All my OCs thus far, since 2015-2023

SUPER OLD:

Superbunny

Black Belt Bunny

Bad boy

Copper

Ninja

Jake the adventurer

Jack the bounty hunter

Spike the minigunner

Max and Rad

Lazer tag guys

Bill

Leo

Leo’s robot cleaner

The 5 spacemen

The Blob on Mars

Chief

The Beggar

Lava boss

Scroyo (MY VERY FIRST OC)

Tad the superhero

Agent Z

Wolf Man

Baldor

Danny the mad scientist

Sasha the mad scientist

Sahra the mad scientist

FAT BOY

Simon the assistant robot

DUMB BUNNIES!!!!!1!!!!1!

The three squirells or some shi

The big bad wolf (that got trapped in hell in the end)

Jen

OLD:

Amberscar(Warrior Cats OC)

Foreststar(Warrior Cats OC)

Stormpaw(Warrior Cats OC)

Jayclaw(Warrior Cats OC)

The Superstar

Yeetly

Jeff

Rabbit time traveler oc idk his name

Jake the Wizard

Machete (Sean)

Jessica (Agent 21)

Terence

No0b

Jay

The three hackers

Z-K100

Brandon

Edren

Lucy

Alegna

Mr.Smith

Zach

Goth Kid

Janet

NEWEST:

Shadow Cherry/Cherri Lin (my most iconic oc)

Death

Marcus

Raymond Mashaki “Shake”

Dan Daboos

Zaque Heathens “The Rose”

Drackol Tigerhop

Erik Pinewing

Sarana Soarborne

Hasel Kola

Shayne-107

Camlet Baitsong

Donovan Outhall

Alan Outhall

Gillian Outhall

Ronnie Merryweather

Madeline Marshell

Lily Marshell

Jeffery Ortiz Jr.

Jonathan Warstall

Camerie Minot

Francis Filler

Liam Katz

Aron Hider

Gladys Seer

Shawn 

Kaleb

Daniel

Carrie

Dr. Connor Mikey

Kelvin Joseph

Pedro Ledreguez

Daldor Swifts (FNaF oc)

Playtime Freddy (FNaF oc)

Jack in a box (FNaF oc)

Chace Sharpshut “Chasey” (Helluva Boss OC)

Branc Grandeur (Helluva Boss OC)

Ladybug (Wings of Fire OC)

CHEKER

BORED

Dom “Doommaker”

Pam

The Verdant

Celia

[dortmundstuff]

like if you save

[ninjnerd-anaklusmos]

Time to Commit Crime Brûlèe:

A playlist

Graveyard; Halsey

Partners In Crime; Set It Off, Ash Costello

Play With Fire; Sam Tinnesz, Yacht Money

Middle Finger; Bohnes

you should see me in a crown; Billie Eilish

Despicable; grandson

Devil On My Shoulder; Faith Marie

If I Killed Someone For You; Alec Benjamin

Twisted; MISSIO

BLAME IT ON THE KIDS; AViVA

Angry Too; Lola Blanc

Sociopath; StayLoose, Bryce Fox

Saints; Echos

Redemption; Besomorph, Coopex, RIELL

Serial Killer; Moncrieff, JUDGE

Who Am I; Besomorph, RIELL

It's My Party; Obey Me! Boys

Angels Like You; Miley Cyrus

Disturbia; The Sequence

Therefore I Am; Rain Paris

This Little Girl; Cady Groves

PLAYING WITH FIRE; BLACKPINK

Panic Room; Au/Ra

Darkside; grandson

Bordeline; Nico Collins

Cry Baby; American Avenue, Kaile Wolfe

HARLEY FVCKING QUINN; Sarah de Warren, Biometrix, Marcus McCoan

Joke's On You; Charlotte Lawrence

Killer; Valerie Broussard

vicious; Tate McRae

I Did Something Bad; Taylor Swift

This Mountain; Faouzia

Savage; Bahari

Animal I Have Become; Three Days Grace

Boss Bitch; Doja Cat

I'm Gonna Show You Crazy; Bebe Rexha

Nightmare; Halsey

Born Without A Heart; Faouzia

The Best; Future Royalty

jealousy, jealousy; Olivia Rodrigo

Control; Halsey

Walls Could Talk; Halsey

Nightmare; Besomorph, RIELL

Queen; Loren Gray

Dandelion; Gabbie Hanna

Mad Hatter; Melanie Martinez

Like A Vampire; Catrien

Tag, You're It; Melanie Martinez

Super Psycho Love; Simon Curtis

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things; Taylor Swift

Wasabi; Little Mix

brutal; Olivia Rodrigo

One Woman Army; Porcelain Black

good 4 u; Olivia Rodrigo

Bad Bitch; Bebe Rexha, Ty Dolla $ign

RABBIT HOLE; AViVA

Class Fight; Melanie Martinez

Alone; Nico Collins

Liar, Liar; Peyton List

Butterflies; Zendaya

Killing Butterflies; Lewis Blissett

Burned; Grace VanderWaal

Pit Of Vipers; Simon Curtis

Sorry Not Sorry; Demi Lovato

Bad Enough For You; All Time Low

Therefore I Am; Billie Eilish

Dance In The Dark; Au/Ra

Everything Black; Unlike Pluto, Mike Taylor

House Of Memories; Panic! At The Disco

parents; YUNGBLUD

Sarcasm; Get Scared

Bad Word; Panicland

Not Afraid; GJan

Blood // Water; grandson

Let You Down; NF

Bad Child; Tones And I

Kill This Love; Social Repose

Take You To Hell; Ava Max

Wolf In Sheep's Clothing; Set It Off

Cradles; Sub Urban

Vulture, Vulture; Of Monsters And Men

break up with your girlfriend, i'm bored; Ariana Grande

IDGAF; Dua Lipa

Queen of Mean; Sarah Jeffrey

Siren; Kailee Morgue

Teeth; 5SOS

Like Lovers Do; Hey Violet

Paranoia; Neoni

Bad Blood; Taylor Swift

Dead Girl! (Shake My Head); Au/Ra, Faith Maire

no body, no crime; Taylor Swift, HAIM

Anxiety; Besomorph, The Tech Thieves

EVIL; AViVA

Hostage; Besomorph, RIELL

Here Comes Trouble; Neoni

Lie To Me; RIELL

WICKED; AViVA

Reaper; Glaceo, RIELL

Not Your Baby; Cadmium, Jex

Lost In Translation; Besomorph, Veronica Bravo

Eat You Alive; Cadmium, Skrybe, RIELL

Burn The House Down; AJR

Sweet Dreams; Besomorph

Monster; Besomorph

CEMETERY; AViVA

Shameless; Biometrix, Bolshiee

all the good girls go to hell; Billie Eilish

Heaven; Julia Michaels

Lovely; Midsplit, No-One, bhea, A-SHO

Dancing With The Devil; Alter

STFD; TeZAtalks

911; Ellise

Keep It To Myself; Ellise

On Accident; Nico Collins

Crash; Neovaiii

Ghost; Nic Collins

Venom; Icon For Hire

Burning House; Nico Collins

That's the playlist! Thank you for checking it out! Feel free to send in an ask with a suggestion for this playlist, as I feel it might be missing something.

[crazyk-imagine]

Don’t Fear the Beast or Inanimate Talking Objects

Pairing: Beast!Nick “Goose” Bradshaw x Belle!Reader Characters: Beast!Nick “Goose” Bradshaw. Belle!Reader, Tom “Iceman” Kazansky (brother), Rick “Hollywood” Neven (brother), Charlotte “Charlie” Blackwood (sister), Penny Benjamin (Sister), Mike Viper” Metcalf (Dad), Pete “Maverick” Mitchell (Lumiere), Marcus “Sundown” Williams (Cogsworth), Sam “Merlin” Wells (The enchantress), Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry “Wolfman” Ruth) (Coatrack), Peppermint (the horse [a true icon]) Adam, Gaston, Le Fou, Carole Bradshaw (briefly mentioned), Sydney (Belle’s mother) (briefly mentioned) Warnings: Angst, fluff, mix of two versions of this movie, I have no regrets, sad times, mentions of death, Bradley adopting reader as his mother, Hollywood and Iceman are big brothers, Charlie and Penny are big sisters, chaotic family energy, this has consumed my thoughts for this entire week, Nick being depressed over losing his lovey Carole, the castle has terrible weather, this took a minute for me to write Word Count: 13,897

Top Gun: Disney AU

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You had a feeling something was wrong all day, your stomach constantly in knots your anxiety causing your heart rate to skyrocket. 

It was unusual for your papa, Mike, to not return the day he is supposed to. And if he knows he won’t, he sends word, so you and your siblings won’t worry… especially with the story of the lonely beast who roams the abandoned castle somewhere in the woods. 

The story has always been your brothers’ favorite and the very reason they continue to join the hunting parties the people in town have been because they “want to protect the family.” 

And there’s no way Mike would ever return during the night since his eyesight isn’t the same as it used to be (no matter how much he tries to deny it). 

Another thing he would never do is let your most prized possession, your family horse, Peppermint, loose. 

Your siblings know never to let anything happen to her; she was the last thing ever given to any of you by your mother, even if your family say she’s yours. 

You can’t reminisce long as the sound of her neighs gets you to push yourself off your knees and quickly exit your small vegetable garden. 

You’re quick to grab her reins and slowly place your hand on her head in the space between where her eyes meet (her favorite spot to be pet and the only place that can calm her down). You gently shush her, never removing your hand. “It’s all right, Peppermint. You’re safe now.” 

You swear she understands you because it looks like she shakes her head, deep breaths huffing out of her nose as if she disagrees. “Where is papa?” 

She takes a gentle step forward, trying to burrow her head into your hand. “Oh, no.” 

The sound of your name diverts your attention away from your beloved horse. 

“Rick.” 

He closes the front door behind him. “What happened? Where is father?” 

“I- I,” you struggle to respond, not having an answer yourself. “I don’t know.” 

“What are we going to do?” 

You take a deep breath. “I don’t know but I will find out, okay?” 

“What do you mean? What does that mean, Belle?” 

You purse your lips at the nickname your family hasn’t used since you were a child. You grab his arms, looking him in the eye. “I will be back. But, if I’m not. I need you to-” 

“I’m not going to think of that because it’s not going to happen. I know you and I know you will bring our father home... just give me-” 

You shake your head, “no. You are not coming.” 

“I am your brother-” 

“You are the youngest-” 

“I’m older than you.” 

You click your tongue, “still the youngest, but I will return. I promise. I just,” you glance over at the garden. “I need to find someone to tend the garden.” 

“The garden.” His eyes widen as he thinks about what you’ve said. “The garden!?” 

You nod, “yes, the garden. Don’t- I’ll be back.” You run to town knowing who you need to talk to will be there. 

-

You stop, taking a deep breath before entering the town; you look around to see if anyone (who could tolerate you was nearby), you’re in luck. “Oh! Oh! Yes!” 

You run over to Sam, typically known Merlin by those who don’t like him. 

“Sam! Sam, dear!” You take a deep breath as you run to him. “Sa- am.” 

He smiles upon your arrival until he sees your hunched over, out of breath position. “Deep breaths. In… and out. Again.” 

“I know how to breathe but,” you take a deep breath, “thank you nonetheless.” 

“Of course.” 

“Now, the reason I rushed over is to ask you for a small favor?” 

“And what favor is it this time?” He asks, with a raised brow. 

You tend to ask him favors a lot, most of which consist of borrowing sugar or if he could help you find a screw so your papa can fix your clock, the one gifted to you by your mama before she passed since your siblings never want to help you with these things. 

You shake your head. “I need you to watch over the garden… papa has not returned, and I fear for his safety. You know of the stories.” 

“Which stories? Everyone in town is fearful of the woods for many reasons,” he points out, but the expression on his face doesn’t match his words which you ignore due to your worry of your papa’s safety. 

“You know,” you lean forward as if you’re sharing a secret. “The stories of the beast.” You forgo the unnecessary details of the abandoned castle seeing as he was the one who told you about it, even though hardly anyone knew this minor detail... something you don’t find to be weird. 

“You think he has wandered into the castle?” 

You sigh. “I would most certainly hope not but he had asked me if I wanted anything when he decided to come back from his trip. Of course, I told him no seeing as he had too many items to get from the lists my sisters left, but he wouldn’t accept that answer. I fear he had stopped somewhere dangerous to get me such the thing I asked for, when he knew we could go on a trip to the nearby town and get it there. Oh.” 

The man shushes you. “Don’t worry. I’m sure he’ll turn up before you can even exit the town line.” 

You squeal, hugging him. “Thank you. Thank you so much, Sam. I will not forget this. The youngest of my brothers will be home but you know how none of them appreciate the love of the garden.” 

He nods, “I do. Now, go home and pack a bag.” He pulls the blanket off his basket and hands you a few rolls he bought from the baker earlier along with a medical herb mix he makes for anyone who gets injured. 

You shake your head, “oh, I couldn’t.” 

“You can and you will. It will help you on your journey.” 

“Okay. Thank you again, Sam.” 

He smiles. 

You run back to your home, grabbing your coat and bag with necessary items for any scenario you could think of on the spot; the book that you never take out lays at the bottom followed by some medical wrap, ointment, Sam’s “magical” herb mix as well as the rolls and a small handful of food suitable for humans and animals. 

You want to pack more but there’s hardly any room for other things. “These are necessary items,” you tell yourself. “That’s all I can bring with me. It's okay. You’re okay,” you tighten the grip on the strap of your bag. “He’s okay.” 

After getting Peppermint ready and grabbing the spare key for Sam, you return to where you last saw him. 

-

Rick stands in the doorway. “I don’t like the thought of you leaving on your own.” 

You nod, “yes well. If I don’t do it, we may not have a father anymore. Now move, Rick.” 

He doesn’t. 

“I said move.” 

He gives in and takes a step back. “At least let me come with you.” 

“No,” you shake your head. “I need you to stay here. Tom is working out of town so that he can have enough money to leave home while Charlotte and Penelope are out trying to find new fabric so that they can have new dresses made for them. One of us must be here.” 

A heavy sigh slips past his lips. “Fine but, I’m not happy about this.” 

“I know,” you smile before pulling him in for a hug. “I will be back before you know it.” You prepare Peppermint for the journey and take off back to your dearest (and only friend). 

-

He turns to the sound of Peppermint’s hooves clopping against the dirt floor. 

You reach into your bag for the key, holding it out for him to take. “I’ll be leaving now. If papa and I do not return before tomorrow…” You gulp. 

He nods, pocketing the key before patting your shoulder in a comforting manner. “I will make sure you both return, if that is the case, you have my word.” 

You resist the urge to smile, knowing full well that he and Rick would be the first ones to lead your search party. “I know I’ve said this before but... thank you.” 

And you’re off. 

You hoist yourself up on Peppermint's saddle and crack the reins, putting your faith into her to guide you to your papa’s last location. 

-

She slows down once the two of you reach the blocked entrance of the forest where the beast has been rumored to reside. 

“Is this where you came from?” You ask out loud, voice low, close to a whisper. “How did you two get in?” 

As soon as those words are said, the splintered branches and thorny vines begin to retract themselves, creating a walkway for you to ride through. 

Peppermint takes a step back; your hand instantly reaches her “special spot.” 

“We’ve got this.” You pat her head before clutching the reins, “we can do this.” 

There’s no turning back now, it’s now or never and you have your mother’s genes. 

You crack the reins once more and run through, glancing over your shoulder to see the entrance return to its original state. You shake your head; you can’t focus on that and return your focus onto your current mission. 

The wind continues to get harsher and colder; you lower your head to protect yourself, putting your full trust into your precious horse. 

She slows her pace, but you can’t bring yourself to raise your head until she comes to a full stop. 

It's even worse than you realized, the castle from all the stories is… beautiful. 

The gray clouds that disturb the clear skies near the village and the fog on the lower levels may be enough for other people to turn around and leave but not you. 

It fills you with a sense of nostalgia, reminding you of your older sister during childhood when Charlotte asked to hear a short story about your mother. 

He couldn’t bring himself to tell you kids a lot, but he went into more detail about your mother’s hobby, painting and how her work wasn’t for everyone. 

Later that night, your papa would tell you how he always admires you for finding the beauty in dark and twisted things because he couldn’t always do that himself which is why your mama’s paintings are covered and collecting dust. 

It’s obvious how much it still pains him to talk about her. 

You were about the age of ten when you found out what happened to her and your oldest brother, Tom, was the one to tell you. You don’t think it’s a moment you’ll ever forget and only because you found out the truth. 

-

He tucks you in while your papa was working downstairs. 

“What happened to her?” 

“To whom?” 

You ignore his gaze. “To mama.” 

“Oh.” He doesn’t respond for a few minutes. “Do you remember when I told you of the plague that started to invade our first home?” 

You nod. “As much as she tried and prevented us from getting it, she wound up getting the plague herself.” 

“She did?” 

He nods. “But she was never alone even in the end, she was still surrounded by those she loved... now it’s time for bed.” 

-

You realized that night how much your father has truly done for you and your family even as he was dealing with heartache; he had whisked you all away from your first home to make you all stay healthy and safe. 

And, after twenty-two years, he still loves her even as his life has changed and become darker; you still do your best to cheer him up, even if it’s only temporary... Which is why you can’t give up. 

She stops a few feet away from the front steps of the castle. 

You dismount from Peppermint and slowly walk towards the building, wary of where you step because of the icy grass and cracks in the ground. You hope your papa didn’t fall; you swear you hear the ground cracking as you hopped off her. 

Her neighs pull you out of your thoughts, Peppermint nods towards the side of the building. You turn and walk in that direction only to find a few fallen petals, putting you on high alert. 

You follow the trail and find a rose smashed into the ground due to large animal like footprint. You hold the dead rose in your hands. “Oh no.” Your head snaps up after a shingle falls, cracking on the ground, your eyes shift towards one of the many roofs to find a shadow staring. 

A gasp escapes you; you push yourself up and move away from the area. Glass crunches under your foot, breaking into a million little pieces; you to look down. 

You bend down, wiping away the small pile of snow (which is only on this side of the castle) that covers the item and find your father’s pocket watch. You quickly put it in your pocket before looking up, finding nothing there. “It must have been my imagination.” 

You tighten your grip on your beloved Peppermint’s reins and walk back around towards the, now, open entrance of the castle. “I’ll be right back.” 

Her defiant neighs and stomping of her hoof stop you. 

You pet her, assuring the horse that you’ll be fine and won’t be long. You furrow your brows at the sight of the slightly ajar door, but your sense of worry overtakes your common sense. Your fingertips barely brush against the creaky door as it opens further. You take careful steps inside, not wanting to fall with the poor lighting hiding the dark floor. 

The door slams shut, you jump and turn at the echoing boom! 

You take a second to think about what just happened. “Don’t worry. You’re inside, you’re safe.” Your mantra doesn’t ease your anxiety or heart as you continue through the castle. 

A faint echoing thump piques your interest. 

‘Papa?’ You run up the stairs, searching for the noise and eventually you find yourself in a dungeon. 

The thumping becomes louder and clearer than it had been before the closer you get to the staircase; you rush down the spiraling staircase, keeping one hand on the wall so you don’t fall. You pause when you notice how narrow and long the walkway is. 

Even with how dark it is, you can still see the cracks wherever you step, concerning you for yours and your papa’s safety. 

You carefully step forward, slow enough to apply a little pressure needing to see if it's safe enough for you to walk and once you do, you grab the source of light to your right off the shelf and continue. 

The gasp escapes you before you can stop it. “Papa!” 

He looks so defeated and scared. 

Mike calls out your name, his hands wrapping around the cell door bars, keeping him steady. “You must leave. The- the stories-” 

Your eyes bounce around all over, in search of something. “Where is the key?” 

“You have to leave before he finds you.” 

“What are you talking about? I’m not going to leave you here to suffer. You’re needed back home, and I will make sure that happens.” 

He’s shocked. “But- but you have to.” 

You shake your head, “I can’t. I will not lose another one of my parents. You have much more to teach the others, things I cannot.” 

He softly says your name. 

You don’t respond and ignore him until he says your nickname. “Belle. Belle. Stop.” He grabs your hand, holding it tight to get you to stop. 

You stare at him with sad, tearful eyes and he only smiles in return. “It’s okay.” You lower your head. 

A heavy thud against the last step gets you to flinch and snap your head over in that direction. 

‘The shadow from outside.’ Your heart beats faster, filling you with worry and dread until it disappears. 

The cell door opens, both of you are hesitant to move before you rush to pull him out. 

“We are leaving,” you throw his arm over your shoulders. “We’re leaving and we’re not turning back.” 

Your papa doesn’t fight you nor does he say anything as you two exit the castle. 

“How do we get out?” 

“I have to go back,” he mumbles. 

“No,” you argue. “You are not going back to that dreaded place. It- the beast let you go. Why else would the door open?” 

“He didn’t,” he shakes his head. “The beast told me if I leave, I will only have twenty-four hours to see my family again before I have to return.” 

“Twen- twenty-four hours?! That’s not enough time to say goodbye.” 

The conversation dwindles from there. 

-

You two manage to make it back to your home before it gets dark. 

“Rick!” You call out for your brother, “Rick!” 

He runs out of the house, the tension leaving his shoulders at the sight of the two of you. He calls out for the two of you as he rushes over to help your father off Peppermint. 

“Have the others returned yet?” As soon as you uttered those words, your other siblings rush out the door, calling out for your papa. 

Once Rick, Charlotte, and Penny take your father inside, Tom turns to you. “What happened?” 

You explain that he was out to get the things from the list you all had given him, and Peppermint was the one to return, leading you to an abandoned castle. 

He raises a brow at the mention of the castle. “An abandoned castle?” 

You nod, “yes. Why do you sound as if you don’t believe me?” 

“I never said that.” 

“You didn’t need to.” 

He clears his throat, “let’s go inside and enjoy the fact that father is home.” He stops, “one more thing. Stop giving your key to that man.” 

“Sam? He’s harmless.” 

“I don’t trust him.” 

“Yeah, well. I do. He’s nicer to me than everyone else in the village other than the librarian Adam or that buffoon Gaston when he’s trying to make Penny jealous.” 

“Stop talking to him.” He walks ahead of you, leaving you to look back at the village. 

Your shoulders sag, you know what you need to do. 

You prepared dinner as you planned and enjoyed what you knew to be your last night at home. 

Once everyone cleaned up and went to their rooms, you sneak downstairs, grabbing your coat and bag before mounting Peppermint’s saddle. 

“This is the last time you’re going there. I promise.” 

And you’re off. 

-

She stops at the entrance once again. 

“We need a way in.” You stop for a minute and think. 

“I am... trading my papa’s place with me?” You tilt your head when the entrance opens again. You shake your head, knowing you can’t focus on it any longer. 

You grip the reins as tight as you can before cracking them. 

-

You hop off Peppermint and pet her one last time before trying to let her go. “Run home, Pep. It’s not safe for you to be here.” 

She nudges her head in your hands. 

You sigh, “you can’t fight with me on this.” 

You can’t resist those eyes, “fine but you stay here until I can find a safe place for you.” 

-

You slowly enter the castle, not expecting to see candles lit or there to be less cracks in the floor, maybe you should have paid more attention to your surroundings before you ran in search of your papa. 

The door slams shut behind you, you jump turning around to look at who it was only to find a rocking coat rack. “Odd.” 

“You returned?” The low, deep voice says as it echoes throughout the first floor. Your poor heart can only take so much more. 

“Uh- yes,” you slowly respond, searching for him. 

“You returned in place of your father?” 

“I did. He needs to be in a place where he can be properly taken care of and continue to look after my family.” Your hand rests on the pillar, adjacent from the stairs, as you peek around the corner only to find nothing. 

“The thief has a family.” 

You furrow your brows, taking offense to his comment. 

“He is not a thief!” 

The beast jumps down a few feet behind you and shakes the ground, your arms circle the air as you try to keep your balance before turning around. 

“He stole the one thing that is precious to me. He is a thief,” his voice lower and more menacing than it was earlier. 

“He is not a thief! He was trying to get the one thing his youngest child asked for because he knew it would make her happy!” You shout at him, chest heaving, eyes full of fire, something he hasn’t seen in a very long time. 

The beast scoffs, ignoring the nostalgia that tries to worm its way into his cold heart. “You are to have dinner with me every day.” 

Your head jerks back. “What if I don’t want to?” 

“You’ll have dinner with me, or you will starve.” 

You furrow your brows not understanding where he thinks he has the right to control you and what you do. “I will do whatever I want to do. You are not the boss of me!” 

“Fine!” He whirls around, “see if I care whether you live or die!” 

And he runs up into one of the wings, no longer wanting to see you. 

You can’t believe the nerve of the- the- your eyes widen. You gave attitude and talked back to the beast from the stories you’ve been told about for as long as you can remember (since you moved to the village). “I just- oh my,” you take a deep breath and try to calm yourself. 

“You held yourself together. Better than I ever could,” a male voice says. 

You whirl around, finding no one there. “Who said that?” 

“I did.” 

You look down and find a candelabra there. Your eyes widen and you fall back into the nearest chair. “I’ve lost my mind. I’ve lost it and it’s never coming back.” 

“Don’t say that mademoiselle.” 

“I’m saying it.” 

An awkward silence fills the air. 

“Maybe having dinner will take your mind off things?” He weakly offers. 

“I think I need to sleep right now. I can’t- I still don’t believe everything I’ve seen today.” 

“Follow me.” 

-

You lay in bed, dressed in the night gown that was laid across the bed (after a long fight with your inner conflict about if you should or shouldn’t wear it). 

It takes a long time until you can go to sleep and when you do, you dream of strange things such as a man dancing around with a woman in a ballroom. 

The pillars look the same as the ones you saw in one of the main rooms earlier. 

You don’t know who they are or why you’re dreaming about them or even how you remember them when you wake up. Sitting up in bed, looking around the room, you realize how stuffy it is. 

You need to get out of this room and learn more about your new… place of residency. 

-

You barely make it down the stairs to the main room you were in the night before when the candelabra interrupts your thoughts. 

“Good morning, mademoiselle.” 

You slowly turn, staring at the object. “Good morning,” you slowly say. 

“Oh, forgive me. I never told you, my name. I am,” he spins around, “Pete, Maverick to others.” 

A smile stretches across your lips, “it’s nice to meet you, Pete. I was going to do some exploring since this is where I’ll be... from now on.” 

“Ah, you can visit any place here you’d like but- uh- don’t go to the west wing.” 

“What’s in the west wing?” 

“Nothing-” 

“Lots of damage. It’s dangerous for you to explore.” 

You furrow your brows at the sight of the clock. “And who are you?” 

He stutters, not entirely sure if he should tell you or not. 

“This is Marcus, also known as Sundown,” Pete says, introducing his friend. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Marcus. Are there any more of you or is it just you two here?” 

“Oh, no,” the candelabra shakes his head. “There are more of us, very few though. Most of them got away before they could be touched by the spell.” 

“How many of you are there?” 

“Too many to count.” 

You fall back into the nearest chair when the tea cart bumps into your side. 

“Oh, sorry dear. The young prince isn’t so good with directions,” the tea pot tells you as she offers you a kind and welcoming smile. 

“Yes, yes. Sorry, miss,” the second teacup apologizes. 

“It’s alright,” you smile back at him. 

“You must need something to warm you right up and I know just the thing.” A cup of tea comes towards you. 

“Be careful, Chip.” 

“Yes, mother.” He turns back to you, “hello there.” 

“He- hello. I take it you’re Chip?” 

“Yes, miss.” 

“Should I be drinking from him?” You turn to the tea pot. “It doesn’t seem right.” 

“It’s alright,” she assures you. “It won’t hurt him if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

“Okay,” you take a sip and pull back when a bubble pops. 

“Chip! How many times have I told you not to do that?” 

“Sorry, mother.” 

“Oh no. It’s okay, he’s having fun.” 

“Don’t encourage the two. They’re handfuls already,” she jokes. 

A coatrack hops closer to your small group. 

“And that,” Pete begins. “Is our favorite of us all, the ever so silent, Leonard also known as Wolfman.” 

“I take it he talked a lot?” You ask. 

“Yep, you could never get him to shut up.” 

“It’s nice to meet you, Leonard.” 

He waves a wooden post in return. 

“Sorry about them dear. Oh, I almost forgot, I’m Mrs. Potts and the boy blowing bubbles is my son Chip and this one behind me is the young prince, Bradley.” 

“It’s very nice to meet you all.” 

“You’re pretty,” Bradley gushes before hiding behind Mrs. Potts. 

“Thank you, Bradley,” you offer a gentle smile. “And you are a handsome young boy.” 

“You don’t know what I look like.” 

“You have a kind personality, that makes you extra handsome,” you whisper as if it’s a secret the others shouldn’t be hearing. 

He giggles and spins around the other boy. 

-

None of you knew but the beast formerly known as King Nick (Nicholas Bradshaw the II) was in his secret passageway, listening and watching over his boy as he had begun to do after the passing of Queen Carole but more so when the curse was placed on the kingdom. 

Part of him wonders if you’ll be the one to break the spell while the other part wants nothing to do with you to spare him from any future heartache. 

Maybe tonight he’ll eat dinner with you, apologize for his behavior. 

He shakes his head, “no, no. She is not the one. She-” 

An earthquake shakes the building, small debris falls from the ceiling. 

He runs through the walls, not caring if he makes any noise. 

-

He takes careful, steady steps into the room not wanting his heavy footsteps to cause another petal to fall. He sighs at the small, broken rose. 

-

Once the shaking stops, you glance around the room. 

“What was that?” The older woman sighs. 

“Another petal has fallen,” Marcus chimes in. 

“What- what does that mean?” 

“If the last petal falls, the curse takes place and we all become objects while my father remains a beast,” Bradley answers you. 

“You’re all cursed?” Your voice comes out as a whisper. 

“Sadly, yes,” the tea pot informs you. 

“I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s not your fault, dear.” 

“How did-” You glance back at the two boys and decide not to ask now, you don’t want to bring up any bad memories. “When did it happen?” 

“We’ve lost count over the years that have passed,” Pete tells you. 

“Oh.” 

“That’s enough of that,” the clock interrupts. “I think it’s time for lunch.” 

“Okay. Am I going to get another dance number with all the utensils and plates?” 

“You never know, mademoiselle.” 

You narrow your eyes at Pete.

A few days later…

The others have things to do, and you’re left alone so you take this opportunity to venture around the castle. Nothing fun or very interesting in, what you assume, and hope is the north wing. Same thing with what you do know as the east wing (the sign was helpful). 

You take careful steps as you walk into this wing since it’s more run down than any others you’ve seen so far. Your head snaps to the left, eyebrows knit together when you see nothing there. 

Maybe it was nothing. 

You continue and slowly open the creaky door, silently groaning to yourself as the creak echoes. 

Once the door is open wide enough you walk further into the room, eyes catching the sight of the not dead rose trapped in a glass confinement. 

You tilt your head trying to figure out why because the rose should be dead along with the fallen petals. 

-

Nick’s shoulders sag as he walks up the steps, so much for taking a nap. 

This time though, he woke with less heartache than the night before. 

He knows he’ll never be able to forget her, his beloved wife, Carole.

She was his everything and always up for an adventure, which coincidentally is how the two found each other in the first place. 

If only they had taken precautions and checked to make sure there were no bees. 

They knew her family had a history of being allergic to bees, but she was lucky enough to have never come across any… until the search for the most majestic deer anyone could see came about. 

Sometimes he wishes he never wanted to try and hunt the creature but then he comes to the realization that there was nothing he could do. 

He shakes his head to forget his cries for her and how Bradley would never see her again. 

His large body walks through the door without noticing the door was already open, not until he lifts his head to see you staring at the glass with a confused expression, he can’t focus on that for long as his nerves and heartbreak take over. 

“No! Don’t touch it!” Nick rushes over towards it. “You were told to stay away from the west wing!” He growls at you, spit leaving his mouth landing on your cheeks and forehead. He takes a step closer, “you could have ruined everything! Ruined my chance to save my son!” 

You step back. “I’m- I’m sorry- I-” 

He stops moving and lets out everything he was feeling in that moment, what he felt when he lost Carole, when he was turned into this- damned thing, and what (he thinks) it would feel like to lose his boy. 

A deep growl comes from the back of his throat. The vibration of the powerful noise is more than enough to cause the room to shake, the slashed painting on the wall rattles behind you, terrifying you to your core. 

You don’t wait until he’s finished before running out of the room, down the stairs, and out the doors. 

None of the cursed servants and prince can stop you even as they call out for you... not even the youngest of them all. 

-

You hope you're close to the end of this hellish nightmare as you begin to slow your pace, unable to sprint anymore. 

You’ve exerted too much of your energy to keep going and force yourself to slow down taking deep breaths as you stand hunched over with your hands on your knees. 

Growling comes from your left; your head snaps up. 

Your eyes widen at the wolf, and you begin to think. ‘I could outrun a wolf… can’t I? How fast are they?’ 

Until four more stand beside it. 

You blink away your tears, taking slow steps backwards. 

Maybe if you moved slowly and cautiously away from them, they wouldn’t see you as a threat, although you know better; the illogical part of you can’t help but take over during this time. 

A flash tosses one of the wolves away. 

You shout out, “behind you!” 

As a wolf lunges at the beast, you were so terrified of before you ran out here and grab a stick, doing your best to quickly shove it off him. 

All the wolves leave before the beast could harm another. 

You don’t know if you should try and help him not… even if he is technically the reason you left. 

“Are you going to help me?” He grumbles under his breath, and you just- you want to smack him. 

A heavy sigh comes through your nose before you can stop it. 

“Oh, and now she’s mad.” 

You scoff through your nose. 

“A thank you would be nice.” 

“I wouldn’t have been out here or almost died if it wasn’t for you.” 

“Ungrateful.” 

“Ungrate-” You stand in front of him, one hand resting on his chest while the other latches onto his arm. “You are in no condition to walk back on your own.” 

“Oh, am I not?” 

You narrow your eyes to him. “And what do you suppose we do? I don’t think either of us have much of an option, right now.” 

A familiar neigh stops you before you could answer him. “Perfect timing as always, Pep.” You turn back to the slumping lump of a beast. 

“Now, get on.” 

“I’ll crush it.” 

“You won’t. She can handle it. It’s either this or you die in a blizzard... which won’t happen.” 

“Why not?” He asks, lying on the back of your beloved horse with his chest on the saddle. 

“I won’t be the one to tell your son his father died because of his pride.” 

No other words were exchanged between the two of you that night or the following two nights as he rested. 

-

While you comfort the young prince, your second oldest sister, Penny asks your brothers and father if she could ask Gaston for help, to which they denied her. 

None of them wanted to deal with the man whose ego is so big, he can’t walk straight (they make jokes about how he always manages to walk into a mirror, even though that happened one time when he still ate three dozen eggs). 

She clicks her tongue in disappointment, stopping her foot for extra flair. 

“Penny,” Tom starts. “We don’t need to involve that idiot; he’s done nothing but try to ruin us. Why would we start to give into him and his demands now?” 

“He is good. He will help is. He told me so himself.” 

“And you truly believe him? Even after he told people of rumors about you.” 

“That wasn’t him.” 

“Well, it certainly wasn’t the old man that did it,” he looks off into the direction of Sam. 

She stomps her foot and walks away, slamming the door to her shared room. 

“Nice,” Rick comments with sarcasm. 

“I didn’t see you jumping in there to help me.” 

“I thought you had it handled.” 

“If I had it handled our sister wouldn’t be out there with that- that beast!” 

Rick takes a step back, looking at Tom, trying to get a read on him and it’s clear that he feels like it’s his fault even though none of them had control over this situation. “None of us could have ever known that this is what fathers' trip would lead to.” 

“I should have known. I’m the oldest, I look out for us. I told him he didn’t need to take this trip.” 

“You didn’t?” 

“No.” He shakes his head, “but he was sure he did, and it made sense why he thought so.” 

“Why?” 

“Penny and Charlotte were out of dresses.” 

Rick smacks his brother's arm, understanding that his only way to deal with this is through humor, even if it's only temporary. “What do you plan to do?” 

“I’m not involving that imbecile, that’s for sure.” 

“Oh, but haven’t you heard his story about how he ate three dozen eggs to help him get large and after started to go for four dozen once he was large.” 

Tom narrows his eye at his younger brother, “you know I do and that’s exactly why.” 

-

You gently wipe away the blood. “You can go to sleep you know. No one is going to hurt you.” 

“I know no one would hurt me.” 

“Someone’s cocky,” you mumble. 

“What was that?” 

You shake your head. “Nothing.” 

He hisses and tries to pull his hand away. 

“Hold still. I’m almost done and then you can rest some more.” 

The others watch as you take care of him, wondering what’s changed for the cold-hearted king to be so… kind to you after everything that’s happened. 

You place the wet rag back into the bowl, placing it on the table beside his bed. “I’m going to put this on your wounds.” You lift the bottle Sam gave you a few days earlier. 

“What is it?” 

“A gift from a friend.” 

“And how do I know you’re not actually trying to poison me?” 

“If I was, you would know and why would my friend try to poison me?” 

“I don’t know.” 

“That wasn’t a very good question to ask.” 

He doesn’t say anything and grumbles under his breath, low enough for you to not hear what he says. 

“You’re not going to complain or anything as long as you want someone to take care of yo-our wounds.” You cringe at the thought of saying “take care of you”. 

You barely know him and already find yourself enamored with him. 

Oh no. 

He doesn’t say much else and moves when you tell him to. 

“Now, that your wounds are taken care of. I’ll see myself out. Get more rest.” You rush out before he can try and argue with you. 

-

The others follow in your footsteps, leaving their king and prince alone. 

“Papa?” 

“Yes, Bradley?” 

“Do you think she will be the one to break the spell?” 

Nick doesn’t turn to look at his son. How can he answer a question like that when he doesn’t know himself? How can he move on from Carole? 

She was the love of his life. 

Maybe that’s why he can’t. 

He feels that if he does then he and Bradley will forget her and he could never bring himself to do that, even if he does struggle to talk about her. 

“She’s a very nice person.” 

Nick hums, faintly listening to his boy as he goes on about her family and the sacrifices they’ve made. He furrows his brows, “what do you mean?” 

“About what?” 

“The sacrifices her family has made. What do you mean by that?” 

“Oh. She told me when she was a baby, her mama got sick, and her family had to leave making her papa sad. And her big brother has been working hard to make sure they can all buy things they need while her sisters search for husbands and her other brother stays to help her papa with his creations.” 

“And what of her?” 

“She can’t leave her family alone. They need someone to look after them.” 

“Who takes care of her?” 

The boy furrows his painted brows. “I don’t know.” 

That’s why you chose to trade your life for his. 

Nick holds back a groan thinking back to the number of times he called your father a thief. “When did you find this out?” 

“Not long ago.” Nick imagines, if his boy was human again, he would have shrugged. 

The boy yawns for the third time today. 

It’s as though time is running out faster than he would have hoped for. 

The two Bradshaw’s fall asleep, one dreaming of a time when he could have fun without worrying about breaking into pieces; the other, he dreams of dancing with the one he is to call his wife. 

-

You, more or less, have the same dream although this one turns into a nightmare with two women dying. 

You push yourself up, no longer feeling the need to sleep. You couldn’t tell who either of the women were at first. 

But the more you think about it, you slowly begin to see who it is. 

As you sit in bed, analyzing all that you dreamed of, you knew one was your darling mother while the other was Bradley’s mother, the beast’s first love. You still cannot wrap your mind around the fact that you keep dreaming of her. 

Maybe sitting in front of the fire would help you fall back asleep. 

You take the blanket off your bed and wrap it around your shoulders as you tiptoe out of your room and down the stairs until you make it to the main room. 

The fireplace is already going by the time you sit in the chair. 

You let your mind wander, curious as to what your family is doing. 

-

Hardly anyone sleeps soundly in your family’s home anymore as they continue to work on a plan to bring you home. 

“Why can’t we leave and try to find it?” Charlotte asks. 

“Because, as I’ve said before, Char. We don’t know where it is. How many times do I have to tell you that,” Tom tells her. 

“I don’t know, I didn’t hear you. Tell me again.” 

Mike does his best to clear the tension between your siblings. 

“Enough.” 

They don’t stop, it’s like they don’t even hear him and continue to bicker at one another. 

“Enough!” 

They turn towards him, giving him their full attention. 

“You two are adults and will act like it because you are not the only ones scared for the safety of your sister.” 

They lower their heads, muttering apologies. 

“We need to focus on figuring out where that damned castle is so we can bring Belle, home.” 

Rick doesn’t want to ask but knows if he doesn’t, no one will. “Do you remember where it is? You said it was surrounded by the forest; how did you manage to make it through?” 

“I,” your papa pauses, thinking back. “I just- there was an opening.” 

“Where?” 

“There was- there was just an opening.” 

“We need to know where she went, we need to know how to find our sister.” 

“I understand that. I know better than anyone how it is to miss someone but there wasn’t anything significant that could help us.” 

“What if we talk to Gaston?” 

The three men turn towards Penny. 

“He might be able to help.” 

“We’re not going the idiot so he can flex his muscles,” Tom explains to her. 

She rolls her eyes, “he wouldn’t do that.” 

“He does it all the time and it’s annoying because you get distracted and that’s not gonna help us.” 

She huffs, “do you want to find her or not?” 

“Of course, we do but we’re going to do it without him.” 

“Have any of you told anyone anything about Belle’s current... predicament?” Rick asks. He remembers the weird looks the people in town were giving him earlier that day. 

“Why do you ask?” Charlotte chimes in. 

“You don’t want her to talk to Gaston about this but, I felt eyes on me as I walked through town earlier.” 

“But you always have eyes on you. We all do,” Tom argues. 

“I know, I know.” Rick starts, “it just- it felt like there were more eyes on me today and I feel like people are noticing that she isn’t home. I think they’re starting to talk about it.” 

“Ignore anything they say. We’re bringing her home no matter what it takes, you got it?” Tom gives his siblings a stern look. 

They nod, not giving him a verbal response. 

Sometimes it’s better to go along with what Tom tells em rather than try and argue with him. “It’s too late for us to go out tonight but first thing when we wake up, we’re searching for her.” 

Your papa and younger brother nod. 

“We’ll stay here in case she comes back,” Charlotte adds. 

It was agreed that this was the plan and if they couldn’t find you tomorrow- they’re not thinking about that because they won’t stop. 

They’ll keep going until they can’t any longer. 

-

You wake up to find yourself in the bed that’s been deemed as yours. You furrow your brows, knowing for a fact that you did leave this room at some point. 

Part of you wonders if it was a dream or if the beast carried you back here. 

You find a book on the nightstand and fight the urge to smile before dismissing the thought, not being able to imagine him doing something so kind… even if you did recently help him with his wounds. 

You get dressed and don’t plan on asking him if he did or not, it’d be easier to forget your crazy thought than try and dig for information. 

You don’t find anyone in the hallway or near the stairs, other than the echoing putter patter of what you assume to be the hunting dogs, remembering the brief description of how Bradley’s mother passed. 

You feel for the boy, knowing how he feels especially since it happened when he was so young and why… Nick acts the way he does. 

You consider yourself lucky since your papa never lashed out at any of you. You know what you’re going to do today. 

You walk along the lower hallways, stopping when you spot a familiar tall figure speaking to his son. 

You find yourself standing beside the doorway, unsure if you should leave or not, knowing that the floorboards would creak underneath you. 

-

“She is a nice person.” 

“So, I’ve heard,” his father mutters before setting his son down onto the table so he can search for another book. “You should smile at her.” 

“Why would I do that, Brad?” 

“She doesn’t have many friends and I know you would like her.” 

“I don’t think anyone could befriend a beast,” he mutters under his breath. “That sounds like an interesting idea.” 

“She likes to read.” 

“Does she now?” He asks as if he doesn’t already know. 

If the boy was human, he’d be nodding. “Yep! And she’s read a lot of the books we have here.” 

“Oh.” 

“I think she’d like to visit our library.” 

“Interesting.” 

“Her favorite is also yours.” 

“Really?” 

“I think she’s a good person to talk to… she would understand why you’re angry if you told her more about mama.” 

Nick spins around, “what do you mean? Did you tell her of your mother?” 

“Only after she told me how her mama died a few months after she was born. Her papa doesn’t talk about her.” 

He sighs. “I don’t want to burden anyone else with knowing about your mother.” 

“She would be happy to listen. She smiles every time I talk about her.”

“And how many times has that been?” 

The boy doesn’t respond for a few seconds, trying to figure something out. “Twice.” 

“And she was nice enough to take the time to listen to your ramblings?” 

The teacup jumps up in happiness. “She did. She only got sad when she told me how no one from her family can speak of her without getting sad or not wanting to speak of her at all.” 

“I’m sorry to hear that.” 

“Tell her.” 

“I’m with him.” Pete pops up out of nowhere. 

Nick purses his lips, not liking when the two agree (ever, it never turns out well). “I can’t just tell her. She won’t understand and I- I wouldn’t be able to explain it to her.” 

“Then take the time to explain it to her,” Pete adds with a “duh” tone. 

“I’m not doing that. She doesn’t like me and I’ve- I’ve grown to accept that.” 

“But-” 

“Enough Bradley, it’s time for your lessons with Miss Potts and Chip.” 

“He’s not wrong, you know.” 

“Can it, Mav. It’s not happening.” 

“But she still has it.” 

“No. No one else has that loving feeling but-” 

“You know it’s okay to open up your heart. She would want you to be happy, that’s all she ever wanted.” 

“How can I be happy when it feels like I’m betraying her?” 

“That just proves you loved her with all that you could.” 

“So, that means I have nothing left to give?” 

“N- No, I meant that you loved Carole with all that you could. Now, you have a chance to prove to yourself that you’re not the grumpy old man you pretend to be.” 

“I’m not a grumpy old man,” Nick mumbles. 

“Oh, you’re right. You’re an angry old man who pretends his heart is ice-cold and black, like he’s not worthy of finding someone new to love.” 

“I’m done with this conversation.” 

“Only because you know I’m right.” 

Nick walks out of the room before he grabs his friend and throws him out a window (again). He huffs, debating on walking through the walls today. 

‘Maybe I should try and show her kindness? Perhaps the book isn’t enough.’ 

He walks down the hallway, his ears twitching when Miss Potts' voice echoes through the hallway. 

He steps closer, hiding behind the door, watching as the older woman talks to the kids and you. 

-

“I wish I could help more around here. I feel like I’m not doing much.” 

“Oh, don’t worry about that deary,” Miss Potts assures her. 

“I can’t. At home… at my family’s home we would always be doing some kind of chore especially since our papa is getting older and can’t do a lot without getting hurt and prefers to be working on clocks as well as any other item that need to be fixed,” you smile, thinking about it. 

“I hope they’re all okay.” 

“I’m sure they are,” Miss Potts tries her best to reassure you. 

You shrug, “perhaps.” You push yourself out of the chair. “Excuse me, you two have lessons you should be doing.” 

You exit the room in search of something else to do. 

-

The tall beast managed to scurry away before you could get closer. 

Nick watches from a distance, realizing how sad you must be... away from your family. He knows what he needs to do. 

-

You stand in the very same ballroom that continues to haunt your dreams. You hadn’t the faintest idea who the woman is in your dreams, and it makes you sad when you think about it because after learning about how Bradley’s mother passed, you believe it’s her. 

You just- you don’t know why she’s haunting you in your dreams. You take a second and close your eyes, thinking back to when you would dance with your brothers and sisters. 

It was a happy time; none of you had nearly as many responsibilities as you do now. 

“What are you doing?” 

You flinch, not expecting anyone else to be here. “Uh,” you spin around, staring at him. “Nothing?” 

Nick raises a brow, “it didn’t look like nothing.” 

“I was- uh- just- uh-” 

He continues to stare at you, waiting for your response. 

“I was… just remembering when my siblings taught me how to dance.” 

“Oh.” 

“We always dreamed of being grownups and dancing in such a magnificent ballroom, you know, like yours.” 

“Would you…” His words become quieter making it harder for you to hear. “I was wondering if you- if you wanted to dance?” 

He hasn’t been this nervous to ask someone to dance in a long time. 

Maybe it was a good thing. 

Your lips form into an “O” shape. “Or not, I get it-” “I would love to.” 

With the way you two stare at one another, it’s clear to see how surprised both of you are. 

“Tonight?” “After dinner?” You two ask at the same time, chuckling at one another’s response. 

“After dinner,” you nod. 

“I’ll see you then.” 

-

You run in the direction of your room, needing to change into something more suitable for dancing. 

Dinner was wonderful as always but this one seemed to be more special than any previous meals. 

You slowly walk down the staircase, seeing Nick across the way. A small smile gracing your lips, your heart races at the thought of dancing with him. 

It scares you, how excited you are to dance with someone who wreaked havoc into your life. 

He holds his hand out, waiting for you to come down the last few steps. 

You slowly place your hand into his much larger paw, guiding you down the final staircase. 

He carefully steps forward, not wanting to overstep his boundaries or startle you. 

You step forward, leaving the proper amount of distance between you two. 

He leads, taking a step forward, you take one backwards, continuing this until he changes things and spins you around. 

You’re free as you continue dancing with him, not thinking of anything else other than the fact that you’re enjoying yourself at this moment, more than you have in a long time. 

Once it’s over he invites you to his library, the one place Pete and Bradley were nice enough to show you the other day. 

Part of you wished you could have read something with him… 

‘Maybe another time.’ 

“I have something I want to show you.” 

You follow him without saying another word, curiosity overpowering any other thought you have. 

-

“The one who cursed me gave me this, along with a few other things as you know.” 

You reach out to touch the book but pull away before you could. “What does it do?” 

“It’s a cruel joke.” 

“Why?” 

“It was designed to take me anywhere in the world, show the world of the beast that I am.” 

“And you chose to show me, why?” 

“I think it’s time I- I show you I can be the person they tell you I am.” 

“And who is that?” 

“Someone who can brighten someone’s mood when they’re upset.” 

You smile to yourself, maybe you haven’t given him the benefit of the doubt. 

Yet again, all you’ve ever come to know with him is his anger, you haven’t been given much of an opportunity to see any other side of him. 

“Where to?” 

You whisper, your family’s old home. Where you lived when you were only a few months old. 

You look around, a sad expression on your face as you see the unfinished work, unmade bed, and the closed trunk off to the side. 

“Oh, Paris? Interesting choice,” Nick comments, not paying all that much attention to you. “Should we go see the Ei-” He turns around. “What’s wrong?” 

You wipe your cheek. “It’s- I- this was my home when I was- uh- when I was younger. This was the last place I ever saw my mama.” 

“Why is that?” 

You can’t find it in you to answer him as you find a special rose pen that you know belonged to her. 

“This is a doctors mask.” 

You nod, gulping down whatever spit had built up in your mouth, although you know what happened to her that doesn’t stop you from answering any questions he may have. “She was sick, and we had to leave. We- we couldn’t stay here.” 

You wipe the corner of your eye. “I never knew what our first home looked like. I wanted to see the last place she was in before she passed. But I-” You take a deep breath. 

“I understand. We can return, if you’d like.” 

You nod, “please.” 

You two return to the castle. 

“I need to- I need-” 

“You need to what?” 

You spin around, looking at him. “I need to- to- to see my family.” 

“What?” He whispers. 

“I need to see my family. I- I need to see if they’re alright. I haven’t been able to see them in a long time. I’m worried about them. Please, if… if there is any compassion left in you, let me go see my family just- just this once and I will never ask you for anything again.” 

He doesn’t respond nor does he make any movement. 

“I- no- forget it, forget I said anything.” 

He opens a drawer and pulls out a mirror. “Use this.” 

“What?” 

“If you wish it, you may see your family.” 

“I- how does this work?” 

“Another gift.” 

You lift the mirror, “I wish to see my family,” you whisper. 

An image of your family arguing with Gaston concerns you, more so when it pans on the man forcing your family in the back of a familiar wagon. 

“No. No. No,” you mutter. “What is it?” 

Nick comes to stand beside you, seeing the traumatizing scene. He knows what needs to happen, deep down, he would do the same if the tables were turned. “You need to go.” 

“What?” 

“You need to go help your family.” 

“But I-” 

He shakes his head, “it’s okay. I understand.” 

“I will-” 

“Don’t- don’t say anything. Your horse is going to get waiting outside.” 

“I- I can’t thank you enough.” You bunch up the skirt of your dress in your hands, keeping hold of the mirror. 

“Go.” 

Your eyes fill with tears because of your family’s current predicament and the fact that you have to leave him. 

“Thank you.” You don’t look back as you run down the hallway or down the stairs or out the doors, only when Peppermint is close to the broken forest entrance do you and it breaks your heart to watch the sad beast man hang off one of the roofs. 

It reminds you of the first time you saw him. 

“Faster, Peppermint,” you crack the reins. 

-

“I was the one who had it all,” he mumbles when your figure gets further away from the castle. 

He slumps down, mindlessly wandering through the castle. 

“Father?” 

He turns, placing one paw on the staircase railing. “Bradley?” 

“Where is she going?” 

“To her family.” He returns to his previous task and continues up the stairs. 

“You let her go?” Pete asks, unsure if he could believe it. 

“He loves her too much to keep her when she’s clearly needed elsewhere,” Miss Potts adds. 

“Oh.” 

“Are we ever going to become human?” Chip asks. 

“I don’t know, Chip,” she responds. 

-

You keep your attention focused in front of you. 

You don't know how much further you have to go but you know that you're close, you can sense your family is near as Peppermint gallops closer towards the entrance of the village. 

As soon as she makes it through the entrance of the village, you immediately hear the cries for help from your family members and the angry comments coming from the villagers (who never liked you or your family ever since you arrived). 

When Peppermint swerves around the wagon you immediately hop off with no sense of the possibility of accidentally injuring yourself. 

Your only concern is your family’s safety. 

You swirl around to face Gaston with an expression of rage clear on your face. 

He immediately ignores it, of course. 

“I command that you let my family go,” you say angrily as you stare into his cold eyes. 

“They've done nothing wrong. Why must you do this to us we've done nothing wrong to you or anyone else. My sister has cared for you for all this time, and you treat her like this? Have you no compassion?” 

He lets out an airy chuckle, one that makes you uncomfortable. Of course, he does; he's never taken a woman seriously a day in his life and why would he start now. 

His uncaring attitude earns chuckles from a few of the villagers behind you, but you don't pay attention to them. “Why would I listen to a woman like you or your sister?” He grins at you, it’s the kind to send a shiver down your spine, dare you say it appears to be a sinister smirk. 

The more he talks the more it annoys you and feeds into your anger, but you stop and think, realizing you can't let this anger get the best of you because if you do, you may lose your family forever, and you will not let it happen. 

“Why is it that you’ve locked up my family?” You ask him, thinking it’d be best to ask him straightforwardly instead of waiting for when he’ll throw you into the wagon, leaving you to rot with your family. 

You can’t let this happen; you have to return to the one… you hold dear to you. Your heart aches, you have much more to lose than just your family here. Again, he chuckles, now it’s not nearly as evil as the first one and yet it still sends a shiver down your spine. 

“You know,” he starts off, “your father- he- uh- he seems to have lost his mind. Why you ask? Well,” he pauses clearly trying to come up with a lie for the villagers to believe. 

As much as you hate to admit it, the villagers would probably believe anything he says because he's a war hero, meaning they respect him too much to disagree. 

Or maybe because they fear for their safety and their lives since they know what he’s capable of. 

“You see,” he begins again. “Mike has begun to say some strange things which raises alarm about his mind.” He fakes sympathy when he says, “we fear for the safety of you and your family.” 

You know he's lying, but how can you prove it when none of the villagers have ever liked you? 

Is that why he’s saying these things because he knows none of them will believe you if you try to tell the truth? 

Why would they believe you when you say it is Gaston who has lost his mind and not your papa? 

You gulp down whatever saliva has built up in your mouth, your hands are sweaty, leaving marks on the mirror as you tighten your grip. “Why- why do you think my father has lost his mind?” You weakly ask, having a feeling about what he's going to say. 

“Well, it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?” Gaston starts with a knowing tone and a supercilious stance. 

You hate it. 

He slaps his hand on the wagon door, alarming your family. 

They all look up through the tiny window to see you there with no wounds and not looking as if death is waiting for you (as few have thought a few times since you’ve been gone). 

Their concerning expressions slowly diminish at the site of you and soon their brows furrow, you know it's because of the way you're dressed and the fact that you're not dead because of some beast that your father had seen. 

They slowly begin to believe him more now. 

You immediately rushed towards the wagon; your hands touched the wood door as if you were trying to touch your family members themselves. 

You wonder if it would be wise to try and break the lock now but know that if you do then something bad will happen. And you don’t know if the villagers will try to remove you from them or if Gaston will order something else to occur; the thought of any of it happening scares you. 

‘Maybe,’ you think. ‘Maybe it would be wise to “listen” to what he has to say and play along with his games until it’s over.’ 

You lean in whispering, “I will get you out of here, you will be free, and we will be together, but I need you to trust me. Can you do that?” 

Tom and Rick glance at one another, they have some idea as to what you may ask of them, but it still raises alarms in their heads. 

Maybe it would have been best for you to not ask them for help but what else can you do in this dire situation? 

You turned to see your sister’s nod knowing that they’ll follow orders to get out and regain their freedom. 

Poor Penny is crying along with Charlotte but the second oldest of the two is more heartbroken than any of you... which, of course, makes sense since she believed that she was in love with Gaston, and he returned those feelings. It pains her to think that he used her. 

As much as she wishes to weep, she knows she cannot at this time. 

She pushes all her thoughts about him aside, knowing that she needs to be focused so she can listen to what you have to say and help the rest of them get out. 

For once, neither of your brothers nor your Papa say anything as you whisper to them a foolproof plan. 

The man who can eat far too many eggs (for your comfort), pulls you back and away from your family, you jerk your arm within his grasp trying to get away from him. 

As you struggle to remove yourself from him, he manages to grab the one thing that you brought with you from the castle. 

When you see what he has in his hands, you gasp. 

He’s going to figure out how to use it and show everyone the beast Nick. 

You can’t let it happen, they can’t see him; if they do, they’re only going to want to hurt him, and you won’t- you don’t know if you’d survive that. You reach for it only for the irksome man to raise his arm, keeping it away from being within your reach. 

“Give it back to me, Gaston. It’s not yours.” 

“It doesn’t look like it’s yours either.” 

“It is- give it back.” 

“No.” He lowers his hand, inspecting it himself. “How do you use it?” 

“I’m not going to tell you that.” 

“It’ll save you and your family.” 

“No.” 

“You don’t care about their safety? Some daughter slash sister, you are.” 

You groan, reaching for it again. “I need it. Give it to me.” 

The same smirk he gave you hasn’t left his face once since you arrived, it only became worse as time went on, just like now. “Show me the beast.”

An image of the sad beast pops up. 

“Look,” he spins it around, showing the others. 

“Look at his fangs. Those horns. His claws. He will kill us all if we don’t do something about it first.” 

“NO!” You cry out. 

“Kill the beast!” 

“Stop it!” 

Gaston grabs your arm. “Le Fou, open the door.” 

He does as the larger man tells him to. 

“Stop- don’t listen- please,” you struggle to fight his grasp. “Let me go! You’re making a mistake. He is kind and- and he has a family. He wouldn’t harm any of you unless provoked.” 

The man scoffs, “you’ve fallen for such a hideous beast. Have you no shame.” He snickers, glancing over at your sisters. “Good thing I didn’t bring myself down to your level and marry one of your sisters. I would die if I was intertwined with such nonsense.” 

-

As soon as you're tossed inside, the door closes, you slam your hands onto the door, not caring about getting a splinter. “Let me out! Let me out! He’s not the beast you think he is!” 

“Belle.” “Belle.” Your family calls out for you, pulling you away from the door. 

“I think there are a few other things we need to worry about.” Mike holds you in his arms. “Breath, sweetheart. I need you to take deep breaths so we can help you. We can’t understand you, if all you do is scream and plead.” 

“He is not who you think he is. He is a kind man who had been upset for a long time and if I don’t get back, they’ll- they’ll-” You wipe away your tears and reach into the corset of your dress, pulling out a small rod. “Use this to pick the lock.” 

He gives you an impressive look. “I knew I taught you well.” 

“Hurry up,” your brothers say to him. 

He shrugs them off and continues to pick at the lock. 

Once it clicks open, it falls to the ground. 

He pushes the door open, purposefully bumping into the man that Gaston assigned to stand guard. 

Your brothers push themselves out and grab the man, forcing him inside. 

“Grab the lock,” Tom tells Charlotte. 

She grabs it and quickly clicks it into place. 

“Not all of us are going to be able to get to the castle on your horse,” says Rick. 

“Not all of us have to go.” 

“But-” 

Numerous neighs disrupt your minor argument. 

“Looks like we won’t need to worry,” Penny comments. “Come on.” 

“No,” Mike pushes you towards your horse. “You go. We’ll be right behind you.” 

“What?” 

“I can see it, you know.” 

“See what?” 

“Your eyes, she had those eyes from the moment we meant up until the very end. You’ve found love within him. You can save him, but you must be quick.” 

You crack the reins and take off. 

-

“Please take care of him,” you hear as you pass through the entrance. 

You know its late wife calling out to you. 

There’s no other reason for her to be doing this, if she didn’t want her family to be happy and the least you could do is respect her wishes. 

“I promise,” you whisper. 

-

You arrive at the sound of angry shouts and echoing gunshots. 

You look up and find it’s the beast Nick to be the target. “No,” you mumble and run up the stairs. 

The cries of a young boy follow behind you, you turn to find the young prince flying, catching him before anything bad could happen to him. “Bradley. What were you doing?” 

“I’m defending my home.” 

“You can’t be doing things as dangerous as that. What would-” 

Another echo. 

Your head snaps in the direction of the forbidden west wing. You tighten your grip on the boy and run. “Gaston! Stop this!” 

Nick’s head snaps in your direction, he whispers your name before pushing himself back to jump in your direction. 

He grabs one of your hands, being careful not to do anything too fast to harm his son. “You returned,” he mumbles, face full of shock and awe. 

You nod. “I did.” 

He grunts, falling to his knees. 

Your head turns to see the smug smirk hanging from his lips. 

“Stop,” You place Bradley on the ground before putting yourself between the hunter and Nick. 

“What are you doing?” 

“I will not let you die at the hands of this man.” 

Gaston throws his head back and lets out a hearty, belly aching laugh. “You’re protecting this- this beast but not those of your kind?”

“He has been kinder than you ever have!” 

“I doubt that. Now, move out of the way and let me kill my latest prey so I can-” the bridge beneath him begins to crack but he pays no attention to it. “Finish him off and hang his head on my wall.” 

Just as his finger touches the trigger, the bridge gives out beneath him; he couldn’t run away if he tried to. 

Your eyes widen, not looking down too frightened to see him lay dead on the ground. 

Although his personality was brutish and vile, it is still a human being that died today. 

You spin around, checking on him. 

“You're bleeding too much. We must get you medical attention.” 

“I don’t- it’s time.” 

“No,” you shake your head, in denial. “We can get you help and-” 

He grabs your hand. “I don’t have much time now. I can feel myself slipping away.” 

“N- no, you don’t- you don’t feel it. Don’t say that. What about- oh, Bradley,” you lift the teacup carefully before placing him on Nick’s abdomen. 

“Bradley.” 

“What about the curse?” 

“It’s too,” he closes his eyes, letting out a deep and slow exhale. “We’re out of time.” 

“But she can-” 

“No.” 

-

Sam walks up the stairs, not giving anyone a second glance. 

He knows exactly where to go and what’s happened between the two of you, but his curse is in place and it’s up to you now to break it. 

-

The ground shakes violently as the last petal falls. 

More than half the staff have become a stiffened furniture version of who they used to be, Pete, Marcus, and Leonard were the last ones. 

Leonard waves one last time before rocking side to side as he takes his final form. 

Pete turns to Marcus, prepared to make a final speech but can’t find it in him to do so. 

“Until we meet again,” he whispers, to the antique clock. 

-

Nick and you begin sobbing as Bradley’s face is wiped away and he looks like a real, non-living teacup. 

“Please don’t leave me,” you whisper, holding his cheek, wiping away his tears. 

“Could you- could you ever find it in you to love a beast like me?” 

You sniffle, “I can’t.” 

“I... see.” 

The life drains from his eyes after hearing those words. 

You gasp, covering your mouth. 

The last words he will ever hear from you are a lie. 

“I already do,” you whisper as tears trickle down your cheeks, landing on one of the few blood stains of his shirt. 

You continue to weep onto him until your family arrives and pulls you away. You lean onto your father and wet his shoulder with your love and grief-stricken tears.

You can’t help but think, had Gaston moved his arm a few inches to the left, he would have killed Nick instantly, forbidding you from having those last few seconds with him. 

A gasp is all that enters your ears before your sisters tug on the sleeves of your dress. 

“Stop tugging on-” Tom stops talking at the interesting sight. 

“Tom, what- holy sh-” Rick stops when he sees what his siblings see. 

“Belle,” it whispers. 

“No,” you shake your head. 

“The curse is fooling me,” you mutter. 

“Darling, you need to look up.” 

You open your eyes, glancing at your father. 

He gestures for you to turn towards where the love of your life lays, dead. 

You do as everyone wants you to and your jaw drops. “No.” 

“It’s me.” 

“No.” He whispers your name. “You’re not real.” He takes a step forward, his hand cupping your cheek. 

“You saved me.” 

“No- I- I didn’t.” 

“You did. You saved us.” 

A light tug on the skirt of your dress alerts you. You look down and find a young boy standing there. Your eyes water as you bend down, standing on your knees. “Bradley?” 

He nods, a nervous smile gracing his lips. “Oh my- you- your both-” He can’t hold himself back and launches himself into your arms. 

You gasp and let out an airy chuckle as you squeeze the boy. 

The king kneels on one knee beside you two, petting the back of his son's head. His eyes focused on nothing but the two of you. 

You lean over and let yourself fall into his embrace with Bradley since he won’t let go. “You’re here.” 

“I am,” he mumbles into your hair. “We need to get up though. I need to see if everyone is all right.” 

Tom and Rick help you get up, giving Bradley the ability to maneuver himself tighter onto you. 

-

You all walk downstairs to see everyone hugging. “What happened?” 

“The warlock who cursed us, erased us from the villagers' minds.” 

“Oh.” 

“Shouldn’t he be clinging to you instead of me?” 

The man only grins in return. “He likes you.” 

You narrow your eyes to him. “Don’t make him sound like a dog.” 

A fake beast-like growl comes from his chest. “I’m not. I’d never do that to my boy.” 

“Okay.” 

-

He searches for someone in the crowd in front of the castle. 

“Goose!” 

“Mav!” 

The two men run towards one another, hugging each other tightly. 

Rick leans down to whisper, “shouldn’t he be embracing you like that?” 

“I have Bradley to make up for it.” 

“But-” 

“Quiet, Rick.” 

Your brother raises his arms, backing away. 

They release one another and Pete walks closer towards you two. “I knew it.” 

“Knew what?” 

“I knew it would be you who would break the curse and get the scary beast to become a fluff ball again.” 

“Ah.” 

“No more talking.” Nick pushes himself between you two. “We have a celebration to plan.” 

“We do?” You ask. 

“Yep.” 

“Like what?” 

“The reunion of our people, a potential courtship, and the celebration of Bradley’s birthday.” 

“What was that?” 

“What was what?” 

“What you just said there, you know the thing about a potential courtship?” 

“Oh,” he lets out a soft chuckle, “you mean that thing? That’s a- that’s nothing,” he quickly adds trying to brush it off. 

“It’s not nothing if you felt the need to mention it,” you point out. 

The surprised look on his face lets you know he's been caught. 

The snickers from your brothers, Pete and Leonard around you don’t help him either. 

“I liked it better when you didn’t talk,” Nick tells him. 

“We all know you’re lying. And you’ve missed my voice,” Leonard teases him.  

Marcus shakes his head. 

Part of him feels as though he shouldn’t have mentioned it now, like maybe Nick should have waited but the other part of him was just too excited to hold it in any longer. 

He hasn’t felt this way in a long time and he’s going to bask in every moment for as long as he can which is probably why he quickly added the word, potential. 

He glances down at you once more and the look on your face tells him otherwise. 

Dare he say, you’re happy at the thought of being in a courtship with him? If not that, then he’s putting too much thought into it but, he knows you. 

He can’t hold back any longer and takes a step forward, cupping your cheek before leaning in to place a gentle kiss on your lips, slowly deepening until he pulls away for air. 

For you, it was more than enough in that moment… until your siblings let out fake gagging noises behind you. 

Everyone takes their time returning to the village, wanting to use every moment to rekindle and rebuild relationships that have… been on hold. 

The last few to take their leave is your family, only after giving you long hugs, muttering kind remarks while your second oldest brother makes jokes. 

-

You turn to the side and find familiar faces. 

Sam and Carole watch all of you with happy smiles on their faces. 

The warlock guides the woman closer to the forest before they disappear. 

To this day, you still don’t know if what you saw was real or not. 

-

A few months later you and Nick are engaged, the weddings coming up faster than you realize. 

Bradley runs around the hallways with Chip, their laughter bringing a sense of peace for you and your fiancé. 

“Hello,” he says, reaching for your hand as he kisses your knuckles. 

“It’s never going away, is it?” 

He chuckles. “I happen to find that to be very rude you know. I’ve been working on this for a long time,” he pets his mustache. 

“I know,” you nod. “It was there the same time I was here, maybe longer.” 

“And it's here to stay.” He pauses, his lips tugging upwards into a playful smirk. “How would you feel about Bradley having one when he’s older?” 

“Did that curse take away your brain too?” 

He scoffs, “I’m serious.” 

“So am I.” You sigh, “I don’t think he’ll follow in your footsteps.” 

The boys come rushing up the stairs, coming to a halt before they could run into either of you. 

“Mama, look.” 

Your left eye twitches. “Oh, how fun. Please make sure your mustaches are off before dinner.” 

They nod and take off. 

You turn to him, narrowing your eyes at his pathetic excuse of hiding his amusement. “You are evil.” 

“I am not. He got that idea all on his own.” 

“He is your son.” You turn and walk away, feeling that enough was said and he would understand. 

“I thought he was ours?” 

“Until that mustache is off, you’re claiming him.” 

He grumbles under his breath, whispering his sons name. “Bradley. Bradley.”

- 

A few months later you and Nick are officially married and during the big dance, Pete and Penny announce their courtship (which was no surprise) before the night was over. 

Tom found himself a nice young woman, Sarah, who is his current business partners sister. 

They settle down in town so they’re close to family and for him to be able to continue with his business. 

Rick met a nice young woman, Antoinette while he went to the neighboring village to get a new saddle for his horse, Wood (gifted to him by your husband). 

Charlotte wants to go off and live the life your mother couldn’t, travel and share her art skills with the world, not quite ready to settle down yet…  until a year later when she returned home engaged to a man named Adam. 

By that time, you had your first daughter, Sydney-Carole (named after your mother and Bradley’s). He was so happy to hold his little sister, always careful and sitting somewhere since he was still a small child. 

Pete and Penny married shortly after your second daughter; Aline was born. 

Tom and Sarah moved a few towns away when she became pregnant with their second child. 

Right around that time, Rick and Antoinette decided it was time to go to back to her hometown when she got word of her sick father. 

Charlotte and Adam stay in the same house as your father, helping him and selling her art until he passes. 

By the time Bradley and Chip were thirteen, Sydney-Carole becoming an energetic eight-year-old, and Aline barely turning five; it was a big surprise when you found out you were pregnant again, this time birthing a boy, Phillipe. 

Nick was happy to hear that there was finally gonna be another Bradshaw boy in family. 

Bradley was happy that he would be able to have someone he could pass off his “wisdom” too (a thought he got from his father). 

-

As you watch the kids run around in the garden, you can’t help but wonder how different things could have been had you not asked for that rose and realize, you wouldn’t trade anything in the world to not be where you are now. 

Nick exits the back and stands beside you, enjoying the sight of all the children playing together while you bask in the peace of knowing that this is what your papa would have wanted. 

All his grown children still having monthly dinners so that parents could bond and chat while the children play.

[exlibrisfangirl]

Fandom ask for Superman & Lois, OR among your bearded beloveds?

Okay, I going to have to do both, because that second one is just REALLY CREATIVE AND DELIGHTFUL.

Superman & Lois

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

Clark. The end. =)

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

Sarah Cushing. I want to SQUEESH her... but also? At the same time, major gender envy? Yeah.

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

Not sure. Maybe Jordan?

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

I don't really have one. I keep hoping we'll get a Supergirl appearance, eventually. If/when that happens, I will be insufferable. =)

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

BIZARRO. I had this conversation the other day that went like this...

Me: WHY do I find (Bizarro) so strangely hot?

Friend: Uh... because it's Hoechlin?

Me: Good point.

Friend: He also has a cat.

Me: Again, good point.

Friend: And they lower his voice and make it all deep and gruff and scratchy, and...

Me: Okay, now I'm feeling attacked.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

No idea.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

Probably Mitch Anderson. Why is Ian Bohen so good at playing sleazebags? Lol

Bearded Beloveds

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

CHRISTOPHER "THE CODE" ARGENT (Teen Wolf). MY MOST BELOVED OF BEARDEDS.

Runners-Up: Aramis (BBC The Musketeers), Gwaine (BBC Merlin), Allan A Dale (BBC Robin Hood), Faramir (LOTR), Derek Hale (Teen Wolf)

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

1. CALEB MOTHERTRUCKING BREWSTER (Turn: Washington's Spies) - My smol, angry, sarcastic, sneaky little shit smuggler-turned-spy with a heart of gold. Plus, the beard is EPIC.

2. Marcus Cole (Babylon 5) - Don't tOUCH ME.

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

1. William T. Riker (Star Trek: TNG) - He is the ULTIMATE himbo, and I just really, REALLY love him. Also, that beard is ICONIC. He is definitely underestimated and undervalued.

2. Porthos (BBC The Musketeers) - Aramis may be my fave, but he wouldn't be who he is without Porthos (and vice versa). I feel like Porthos was vastly underrated by the fandom in favor of, well, any of the other three (Athos, Aramis, D'artagnan), really.

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

ARDETH BAE BEY (The Mummy, The Mummy Returns)

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

Negan (The Walking Dead), Angel Reyes (Mayans MC), Oliver Queen (Arrow)

There are more, but those are the ones I think would be the most problematic/controversial within their respective fandoms? I don't know, lol.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

King Richard (Galavant) because he's an utter DELIGHT and it would be really amusing, or Prince John (BBC Robin Hood) because he's an utter TERROR in the most entertaining way.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

John Winchester (Supernatural) - NO, THE IRONY DOES NOT ESCAPE ME.

Send me a fandom and I’ll tell you my...

[bittybattybunny]

I hope your not feeling down on your writing skills because I haven't caught up and commented on your latest releases. It's not you it's that I pick too many fanfics to follow and they all update a lot and I've been so busy and I've fallen behind on so many fics from various authors and sometimes my depression just makes me want to lie in bed all day doing nothing and it doesn't help I have to spend my limited spoons helping family everyday. I know these aren't good excuses, but I do sympathize with the lack of energy feeling at least. But your work really does bring a lot of joy to my life. It's so fun keeping up with your various AUs, and your latest one that features Kaya as Spider King has me really hyped because I want to learn more about Kaya, she's so fun! And Ruclipse is such a good comfort ship that just hits all the things I like seeing in a ship. You're so amazing and creative and it's awful that anyone would try to make you feel otherwise! Like your newest OC, Justin Tyme seems like such a lovable dumbass bastard. I love his wild, curly hair and his dapper outfit. I can't wait to see what dumb shit he gets himself into! I know this is really long and rambly, but I hope you know you have fans who genuinely love your work. I don't know if you're still thinking about that one comment you mentioned that got you really down, but honestly, fuck that guy. I don't know what they said but it must have been pure BS to have you doubting your hard earned art skills. I wish I could do more to prove you're awesome and that your fans really admire you, I just hope you don't stop sharing what you love because some rando was nasty for no good reason. Because we love what you do!

It's not like anyone one person nonny so please don't blame yourself. This has been an ongoing thing for a few months actually...

it's just a general thing over all lately like. I mentioned this in dm's with a friend but overall past few months I've had lower engagement overall with my works and it really does a number on my confidence. More so because like your latter point.

yes, I am still very much thinking about that one negative comment. Because that person also has the need to comment on other things and I even had a thing asking why I took a few weeks to update (when reality I posted to another ongoing fic and my TLC chapters are long chapters) and just the fact they could tear into a character (yes it was a comment on a character specifically and not even a main character it's a side character who has an important role for Snatcher's growth as a person down the line) then go saying "why didn't you update" when I posted a double update that week---

Like it lives in my head rent free and I want to literally cry because like the character is a focal in an upcoming chapter and I can't deal with another "why are they back" type thing. because "everyone finds them annoying"

And I'll be honest. it was Kaya. Like I've been trying to have fun with my BCU stuff with her as Spiderking because it's engaging for me and me and @/doodleimprovement even came up with a b-plot involving Kaya and Hattie trying to hook Nell and Marcus together and it's one of the best things as well as Kaya and Nell having a really good relationship.

but because of that one comment it makes me hesitant to do anything with Kaya despite she's one of my oldest ocs, my most thought out ocs and I adore her beyond anything. Like yes she's over powered and such and in TLC rn she comes off as a know it all, but upcoming chapters will show she's just a spacey kid who's trying to fit into a role others decided for her and isn't really as all mighty as she seems. Snatcher even ends up thinking of her as a little sister more than anything. Like fuck I'm even hesitant to share anything on her actual story despite how much work is in it. Like she's my favorite Oc (that's why shes my discord icon, and I'm pretty sure she's my twitter icon as well)

And like the points in the comment just. IDK they didn't fit to her, if anything the points are more suited to be shot at Eclipse.

Which is another thing I just get iffy on. I love RuClipse and everything with it. I love writing and drawing the dorks. But I'm now so afraid if Kaya could be attacked for only showing in a handful of chapters that don't even touch on who she is, when is someone going to finally tell me off on my wolf? who's going to tear into a character I pour a lot of personal shit into to try and comfort myself?

I use Ruclipse to deal with my own romantic heart, they are what I wish I could have so I love to write them, I hurt them but i like to make them happy in the end. Someone who can deal with your highs and lows. No ones perfect but you can still figure it out and love even the negative parts (I am a heavy romantic OTL)

he is in fact a lovable bastard. i have fun plans and he gives me an excuse for why Cel is so tired and having to be the brain cell and how she even wound up working with the time kids when she's so much older than they are. Currently I'm trying to think of how to use him and honestly I think he's gonna wind up hella comic relief fun guy who's just making a mess and do his own side story while Hat and Bow are busy in subcon----

thank you, I don't mind the rambly it kinda gave me a chance to get this off my chest... like I've typed this kinda response up time and time again and I always delete. I feel like I'm whining because I get upset but it's just, I spend so much time making things, I use all my spoons on either working or creating, I just want to know if it means anything but then negativity lives in my head because what's a functioning meat cube??? I try to stay positive but it's hard. Like another thing is Moon Guardian; the reason I haven't updated? because I have had someone bothering me about it. weekly I get asked about how I'm doing on it but it's not from a place of "want to read it" it's because I told them they couldn't post a certain thing until the chapter is done so it feels pressuring to constantly get asked because I feel the only reason they want to post is to boost their thing and I'm just the machine to boost it with my characters and comic.... like it feels they've taken the comic from me and it sucks because I have so many fun things planned. Like I accidentally went off on Nina about a thing with Alpine skyline and Eclipse as well as a thing with a Time Rift and a Jelly ghost.

Sorry kinda went off, just I've sat on this thought train since like early april. I've done my best to ignore it and just keep going but it's gotten really hard with the fact my health hasn't been really great. I've spent a lot of time lately bed bound because I just hurt so badly. if I'm not resting, I'm at my day job which is incredibly stressful rn as I only really work mornings and I see things that are being missed so then i report it and it still gets missed and i can't get it fixed after a point cuz we're back to full service and need the people so I can't nitpick but just.... I'm bitter okay like if I left this shit when I worked I would have gotten yelled at but now we just let it slide??? and this stresses me out which then causes my body to freak out because I'm stressed which puts me in more pain. and then like at work have people acting shocked I have my cane or soemthing and just skfdslkfksdf

so my energy is so tanked. and then the negative comment in my head, no idea if people like things cuz I have no idea if I hear nothing, just has had me doubting why post. Like I should go back to just not posting my stories and sketches or w/e and slink back to my hole like I was before.

idk Its just. a bad night in the house of bun. I've had these thoughts festering and I guess today was the dam breaking. It's probs cuz I'm nervous posting Chimeras because it's a very dark au.

[peterguralnick]

Looking To Get Lost on October 27

Music’s Preeminent Biographer Peter Guralnick Returns With “Revelatory” (Kirkus) New Anthology Looking To Get Lost: Adventures In Music And Writing (Little, Brown, October 27)

Includes Chapters On Ray Charles, Solomon Burke, Tammy Wynette, Bill Monroe And More 

On October 27, Little, Brown will publish Looking To Get Lost: Adventures in

 Music and Writing, the first book in five years by best-selling and award-winning author Peter Guralnick.  Nearly fifty years after the publication of his first anthology of music writing, Guralnick is sharing his most personal collection to date as he pulls back the curtain on the writing process itself, and some of his memorable encounters with music icons like Ray Charles, Chuck Berry, Johnny Cash, Tammy Wynette, Eric Clapton, Elvis Costello, Allen Toussaint, Howlin’ Wolf, Solomon Burke, Merle Haggard, and Dick Curless. A starred Kirkus review calls it “revelatory” while historian Douglas Brinkley has hailed it as “a pulsing jukebox of a memoir and cultural history…a literary masterpiece.”

While Guralnick is perhaps best known as one of our preeminent biographers -- winning numerous awards and "Book of The Decade" honors for his definitive works on Elvis Presley, Sam Cooke, Robert Johnson, and Sun Records founder Sam Phillips -- Looking To Get Lost is a diverse, wide-ranging anthology recalling his ground-breaking ‘70s collection Feel Like Going Home.

Some of the stories featured in Looking To Get Lost include Guralnick’s novella-length account of the life and hard-then-redemptive times of Dick Curless, along with masterful portraits of Merle Haggard, caught at a particularly fragile moment in his personal and professional life, and songwriter Doc Pomus, of whom it has been said, “If the music business had a heart, it would be Doc Pomus.” There are also jewel-like profiles of Chuck Berry, Willie Dixon, Jerry Lee Lewis, and Howlin’ Wolf as well as an epic new portrait-in-three-parts of Solomon Burke, the “King of Rock ‘n’ Soul,” through the filter of a 30-year friendship, not to mention a fresh take on Elvis Presley’s career through a unique (and very personal) portrait of his tirelessly innovative manager Colonel Tom Parker called “Me and the Colonel.”

Through his books, Guralnick has earned an illustrious list of on-record fans and collaborators, including Bob Dylan, Ta-Nehisi Coates, Ken Burns, Lucinda Williams,  Bruce Springsteen, Martin Scorsese, Chuck D, , Leonardo DiCaprio, and Mick Jagger; Jagger and DiCaprio are currently working on a film adaption of Guralnick's most recent book, 2015's Sam Phillips: The Man Who Invented Rock 'n' Roll. His Presley biographyLast Train To Memphis was named one of the Books of The Decade by Esquire and Entertainment Weekly, while Sweet Soul Music, his epic account of the rise of Southern Soul and Lost Highway have been prominently placed on Best Music Books of All Time lists by Pitchfork, VIBE, and Billboard. The late Lester Bangs once said that “You put [his] book down feeling that its sweep is vast, that you have read of giants who walked among us.” Social and cultural historian Nat Hentoff compared Guralnick’s work to Chekhov’s, and Greil Marcus hailed his first book as “the most loving book I have ever read about American popular music, and one of the more savvy.”

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🖤 pinned post time! for the sake of mobile users, an abridged version of my rules & a complete copy/paste of my muse roster is beneath the cut! if you could use more information, it’s on my blog when you’re next at a desktop.

RULES

— about: bard - 26 - they/he - white - spoonie - various brainworms — all warnings and triggers are tagged appropriately including not safe for work — don’t be weird, racist or otherwise awful; also, no minors please — i love memes! send me memes! encourage me to send you memes! — i don’t care how you format but i don’t use small text and rarely use icons

MUSE ROSTER

please note: not all muses have faceclaims, or use their canon faceclaims. none of these muses are straight and a good chunk of them are trans. i canon diverge fairly often but that doesn’t really matter until we plot.

CINEMA

CINEMA

leerie, jack - mary poppins returns - fc: lin-manuel miranda he/him | biromantic, ace-spec | human | lamplighter, lightly magic bartolomei, mambrú - a perfect day fc: benicio del toro he/him | bisexual | human | aid worker cromwell, luke - chokeslam - fc: michael eklund he/him | bisexual | human | freelance graphic designer gillick, alejandro - sicario - he/him - fc: benicio del toro he/him | bisexual (not openly) | human | mercenary, assassin, disrupter lane, mike - magic mike - fc: tba he/him | bisexual | human | carpenter and part time dancer rockatansky, max - mad max - fc: tba he/him | bisexual | human | former road warrior, drifter

GAMES

arainai, zevran - dragon age - fc: in-game he/him | bisexual | elf | spy/assassin anders - dragon age ii - he/him - fc: in-game he/him | bisexual | human | former warden; on the run attano, corvo - dishonored - fc: in-game he/him | bisexual | human |  bull, the iron - dragon age: inquisition - fc: jason momoa he/him | bisexual | qunari | mercenary carver - la by night - fc: taliesin jaffe he/him | gay | vampire | spy, anarchist de rolo, percy - critical role - fc: tba he/him | bisexual | human | lord of whitestone gascoigne - bloodborne - fc: in-game he/him | bisexual | human, sort of | beast hunter, infected miller, joel - the last of us - fc: john cho he/him | bisexual | human | just trying to survive porter bridges, sam - info - death stranding - fc: norman reedus he/him | gay, demisexual | human with DOOMS | delivery man regis, emiel - the witcher 3 & books - fc: in-game he/they | bisexual | vampire | barber, herbalist sol, pumat - critical role - fc: tba he/him | gay | firbolg | shop keeper, wizard strife, cloud - final fantasy 7- fc: in-game he/him | gay | human | mercenary tealeaf, mollymauk - critical role - fc: hale appleman he/they | bisexual | tiefling | circus performer, swindler, mercenary

LITERATURE

black, sirius - harry potter - fc: hale appleman he/they | gay | human | unemployed, wizard deschain, roland - the dark tower - fc: idris elba he/him | bisexual | human | gunslinger everdeen, katniss - the hunger games - fc: tba she/her | gay | human | rebel, hunter graham, will - red dragon - fc: andre holland he/him | bisexual (not openly) | human | former fbi, boat mechanic kadmin, dimitri - altered carbon - fc: various they/them | bisexual | augmented human | assassin for hire wicker, julia - the magicians trilogy - fc: tba she/her | bisexual | human | hedge witch, goddess-y

OTHER

bautista, lincoln - original character - fc: alfonso herrera he/him | gay | human, immortal | witch cavendish, laszlo - dracula but an oc - fc: tba he/him | gay | vampire | property developer darkfeather, marilou - original character - fc: jason momoa he/they | bisexual | vampire | drifter earp, wyatt - info - historical/fantasy - fc: anson mount he/him | bisexual | hollow | beast hunter wildgrube, fenrir - mythology/fantasy - fc: michael eklund he/him | bisexual | monstrous wolf | that fenrir zidane, dihya - original character - fc: sophia boutella she/they | bisexual | human | artist

TELEVISION 

alderson, elliot - mr robot - fc: rami malek he/him | bisexual | human | hacker, currently unemployed castle, frank - the punisher - he/him - fc: jon bernthal he/him | bisexual | human | he's the punisher coldwater, quentin - the magicians - he/him - fc: jason ralph he/him | bisexual | human | teacher, magician dipierro, dominique - mr robot - fc: grace grummer she/her | gay | fbi agent earp, willa - wynonna earp - fc: tba they/she | bisexual | unemployed, tired earp, wynonna - wynonna earp - fc: tba she/her | bisexual (not openly) | black badge-ish, demon hunter flint, james - black sails - fc: toby stephens he/him | bisexual |  hale, derek - teen wolf - fc: tyler hoechlin he/him | bisexual | werewolf (beta) | he does not have a "job" hobbs, abigail - hannibal - fc: kacey rohl she/her | bisexual | human | college student, bartender house, gregory - house, md - fc: hugh laurie he/him | gay | human | doctor keane, marcus - the exorcist - fc: ben daniels he/him | bisexual | human | (former) exorcist lightwood, alec - shadowhunters - he/him - fc: david castañeda he/him | gay |  luther, john - luther - fc: idris elba he/him | bisexual | human | (former) police macy, rick - in the flesh - fc: david walmsley he/him | gay | risen human (zombie) | army veteran madani, dinah - the punisher - fc: golshifteh farahani she/her | bisexual | human | agent for dhs monroe, simon - in the flesh - fc: emmett scanlan he/him | gay | risen human (zombie) | antiques shop staff mccall, scott - info - teen wolf - fc: tyler posey he/him | bisexual | werewolf (alpha) | community college poe - altered carbon - fc: chris conner he/it | gay | artificial intelligence | hotel and hotelier scofield, michael - info - prison break - fc: wentworth miller he/him | bisexual | human | volakis, amber - house, md - fc: anne dudek she/her | bisexual | human | doctor

VOICETESTING

alexopoulos, justice - original character - fc: tba deet - the dark crystal: age of resistance (tv) - fc: in-show/nathalie emmanuel karev, alex - grey's anatomy (tv) - fc: justin chambers scythia, andromache of - the old guard (movie) - fc: charlize theron spencer, eliot - leverage (tv) - fc: tba vance, eleanor - the haunting of hill house (book) - fc: isabelle adjani

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偉晉黃Huang WeiJin's 30th birthday

Wayne Huang on 23th March 2020 reached his 30th birthday. He confesses he received 7 cakes and wished the pandemenic of the virus disappears soon.

This kid is not just any ordinary singer. He has won the hearts of millions of people around him with his jollyness and laughter. Many of his best friends, including Lyan, Cosmos, Marcus Chang, FengZe, Nine Chen, Esther, Eunice and his fellow bandmates from his previous band SpeXial also sent their virtual wishes to the birthday boy. In addition to this he spent his days with his buddies during the entire day.

Watch the fanmade emotional videoclip here

Wayne also released his solo EP "PhotoPhobia" and it's 3rd new song "Still Believe" MV on youtube on his good day.

On 23rd March, Wayne's friends tricked him into a surprise birthday raid. His warewolf bros decided to give him an unforgettable memory and used his company's name Avex to incite him to a dinner. Seriously dressed and properly ready for the meetup with his colleagues, he didn't know an invasion was planned. The Wolf friends-FengZe, Xiao Lai, Shou Lou, CaiZi & Teddy- secretly hid in the restaurant and bombarded him as Wayne entered thru the gate and sang the birthday song.

Surprised Wei Jin was speechless, the only words he spoke were his iconic " OH MY GOD!!" 🤣🤣 All his serious mood washed away as his friends' gave him their gifts. Wayne confessed he was scared to have a dinner with the company's boss and he looked at Feng Ze, the clown behind the whole mess, who stood innocently nearby like a baby boy-and screamed at him, "WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY ANYTHING?!" Feng Ze retorted he only wanted a birthday party 🤣 He also videocalled his other bestie Nine Chen who couldn't make his appearance in the party and sent him his blessings.

Watch ET Today's EXCLUSIVE video of unlimited hilarious Wei Jin as he forgets his own song, his previous band mate: Win, and MATHS! Everyone's mutual enemy!😂😂Watch on youtube

Watch his new MV:

https://youtu.be/gYyd0tJx9JE