#Second Chance update

[midnight-mourning]

I need y'all to know I chose violence with this next chapter, and by violence I mean I had a rare spark of brilliance while writing the secondary outline today and it's SO GOOD I am SO excited for this next chapter fr fr

[wetcatspellcaster]

...in which they kiss on the mouth, with tongue ✌️

[fungus-no69]

I title this one the weird ass clown guy i found under my shoe

They a bit (a lot) unhinged

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Finally came up with a firm plot for my upcoming Ghost series after literal months of being unable to

[virgo-mess]

UPDATE!!🎄🎄🎄

As many of you may know, I've been totally swamped between school and... death. Life has been extremely overwhelming lately. Luckily, I've been able to take an extended break from school work starting next week to readjust. I won't be going back until March! And honestly, just knowing that makes me feel instantly relieved. I'm so relieved,in fact, I've been thinking a lot about Silver Bells the last few days and writing again in general!!! I was beginning to think the creative juices would never come back, but I'm feeling more amped than ever to write for fun again! (Silver Bells Terry is so Neal Meekin coded I'm determined to write a wolf cub into the mix for no reason 🤭)

So, hopefully, I'll be back again soon with an actual chapter. Wish me luck and see some more of you tomorrow for the cult of tigmas!

[theroundbartable]

My Drarry-timetravel fanfic continues. Gods, finally another chapter! I honestly need more time. Excerpt: “Kreacher.”

With a loud, piercing *snap*, the houself had appeared before him, bowing so deeply that his nose brushed the floor, and his arms stretched out in front of him in a respectful gesture.

Afterwards, Draco would realise that this moment had been the beginning of the end. ...

[kristannafever]

Second Chances

Kristanna Modern AU Rated: Explicit (See tags) WC: 3163

Summary: It's been eight months since Anna's ex broke up with her in a brutal way. Her concerned sister sets her up on a date, and when she meets Kristoff, it does not go well. Afterward, upon getting an earful from Elsa, Anna realizes her mistake and goes about making things right. What happens between them afterward gives them each a second chance at love and the life they both want to have.

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“Anna, I am breaking up with you.”

Anna nearly choked on the sip of coffee she had just taken.  She stared at her boyfriend with wide eyes, not sure what she had just heard.  “What?”

“It’s over.”

Panic began to well in the pit of her stomach.  Her hands started to shake as she set the coffee mug back down on the table.  “What do you mean?”

He heaved a dramatic sigh.  “You heard me.  We’re done.”

“Where is this coming from,” she pleaded, getting up and walking over to where he was standing in the kitchen.   He’d just gotten back from his run.  When he left the house, it was as if nothing was any different.  And now he was telling her that they were done?

He rolled his eyes.  “Oh come on, Anna.  We haven’t had sex in weeks.  And when we do, you’re so…” he moved his hands around like he was fishing for the word, “…uninspired.   I mean, you don’t even give good blow jobs.”

Tears welled up in her eyes.   She had thought the problems they were facing were just a bit of a slump.  Just the day before she’d gone out and bought some sexy lingerie to surprise him with after the romantic dinner they had planned for that weekend.   Was that not happening now?

“Oh, and just so you know,” he said casually as he turned away, “I’ve started seeing other women.  So I can get… you know… taken care of.   You don’t even know how to kiss properly.”

Anna felt sick to her stomach, watching helplessly after him as he walked towards their bedroom to take a shower.  Despite having said some mean things to her from time to time, what he had just said was downright cruel, and she felt ashamed of herself.  She felt stupid and pathetic. 

Wiping her eyes, she went back to the table and sat down slowly, staring into her morning coffee that she’d actually been enjoying only a moment ago, trying to figure out in her mind what had just happened.  The long and short of it?  She didn’t please him and he’d been seeing other women. 

How had she not known this?  She had thought everything was just… normal.   He had never been a very enthusiastic lover, and he always met his end while Anna had to often take care of herself, and now she had to wonder if it was because she was just that bad at pleasing a man?

He'd been her first serious boyfriend.  Her first real love.  The first guy she’d ever moved out with.  And now all that was coming crashing down around her.   Three years of her life, gone, just like that.

Anna buried her head into her hands and sobbed.

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“This is a nice place, Anna.”

Anna didn’t respond, she just let her sister in without a word.  The apartment had been his, of course she had to move out when he dumped her. 

Her sister turned around at Anna’s silence.  “You know I hate that man for what he did to you.”

“I know,” Anna said through a sigh.  “I hate him too.”  She told Elsa that he had cheated on her but she did not tell her sister the awful things that her ex had said to her.  And they hadn’t ended in the kitchen that day.  She had begged and pleaded with him for hours afterwards and was met with yet more harsh comments on what an awful woman she was.

Anna led them into the living room and poured them each a glass of red wine from the bottle that was sitting on the coffee table.   She watched her sister as her eyes went around, taking in the small apartment before settling onto her gaze.      

“So, have you been on any dates?”

“Elsa…” Anna sighed with frustration.  “Why won’t you drop it?”

“Anna, it’s been what?  Eight months?  You need to move on.”

Anna was silent and looked down into her wine.  She knew she needed to move on, but how could she do that?  Apparently, she had nothing to offer a man.  What possible hope did she have of making something work.

Elsa set her wine glass down on the table and turned towards her on the couch.  “I’m so sorry I haven’t been able to get out here sooner.  Work has been incredibly demanding, only now that I see you, I feel like that is a pathetic excuse.”

She frowned.  Did she really look that bad?  “It’s okay, Elsa.  I know how important your job is.  And you still call me almost every night.”

“I do, which is probably why you’re tired of telling me you need to get back out there.  You have to see that it’s time to live your life again, don’t you?”

Anna did know that.  And she wanted to, desperately.  But what man would want her?  She’d been hit on a few times only to brush the guy off knowing that she would end up disappointing him in the end.   If she was honest with herself, she didn’t think she’d be able to stomach going through that again.

“Listen, Anna.  I have a friend who’s fairly new to our firm who happens to have moved from here.  She has a brother, and she says-”

Anna’s eyes went wide.  “No way, Elsa.  I am absolutely not about to be set up right now.”

“Please, Anna.”  Elsa reached out and grabbed her free hand.  “For me?   Please?  You can’t be afraid to start dating again.”

She pulled her hand away from her sisters and set the wine down on the coffee table as she got up.  “No.  Absolutely not.”

Elsa followed her as she walked into the kitchen.  “Give me one good reason why you won’t?” her sister demanded. 

Anna pursed her lips.  She would never breathe a word of what her ex had said to her to another living soul, and that was giving her little option for an excuse.   “I… don’t want to.”

Her sister put her hands on her hips.  “It’s just one date.  Who knows, maybe you’ll get lucky.  Maybe what you need is a night of hot sex to get back on the horse.”

Her face lit up with heat.  “What the fuck, Elsa?  I do not need to hear that coming from my sister.”  Not only that, she did not need a reminder of how awful she was in bed.  It was a constant source of shame that hung over her head.

Elsa gave her a gentle smile.  “Sorry.  I was just trying to make a point.  You have to stop keeping yourself from things that make you happy.  You haven’t even gone to the gym or hung out with your friends since you left your ex.”

“He dumped me, but yeah, I know I haven’t.”

“You need to start living again.”

Anna heaved a deep sigh.  Perhaps it was time.  She’d certainly seen plenty of men who she thought were attractive.  Enough that she’d pleasured herself to the thoughts of being with a man again.  That at least she knew she wasn’t bad at.  In fact, she was practically an expert at getting herself off now. 

“Can I tell my friend yes?”

Anna looked to her sister’s pleading eyes.  “Fine.  One date.”

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The bar was packed, making it hard for Anna to pick out the man that she was supposed to meet.  She’d been given a general description.  Tall guy, big build, blond…  Anna had formed many mental pictures in her mind of what he might actually look like.

She was told that he’d be somewhere in the bar waiting for her, and every blond Anna looked at seemed to already be on a date or clearly out with a group of friends.  The guy Anna was looking for was supposed to be alone.

She muscled her way to the bar where groups of people were gathered around the stools and talking, waiting on drinks.  Then she spotted a blond man sitting at the end, surrounded by women.  The guy was absolutely huge; his t-shirt stretched tight over his biceps and chest.  And he was gorgeous.  His rugged handsomeness was undeniable.  That was why there were women all over him.

Thinking that couldn’t be her date, Anna went to turn away, when his eyes caught hers and widened with something like recognition.

“Hey, are you Anna?” he called to her over the music and loud conversations

She nodded, not wanting to shout back to him, and he got up from his stool and approached her.  Every single woman he was surrounded by watched all of his movements with lusty interest.

His imposing height loomed over her. “I’m Kristoff,” he said, sticking out his hand.

“Nice to meet you,” Anna responded, shaking it and thinking it wasn’t nice at all.  Not after he’d been hanging out with all those stunning women while waiting for her to show up for their date.  What the hell?  Who does that?

“They’re super busy and wouldn’t let me grab a table until you showed up,” he said.

He already sounded bored.  What the hell had Anna gotten herself into.  “Okay.”

Kristoff shrugged and took off to find a table.  Anna followed, kind of hoping they wouldn’t find one.  The guy was clearly someone who could get whoever he wanted and probably often did. 

Towards the back of the bar near the bathrooms, he spied an open table and made a b-line to it.  Anna sat on the stool across from him and put her purse on the edge of the high table.

He smiled.  “It’s quieter over here too.”

There was nothing but cool confidence behind that smile and Anna squirmed again thinking of how many gorgeous women had been salivating over him moments before.  “You sure didn’t waste your time talking to the other ladies, I see.”

He frowned.  “They were talking to me.  I wasn’t talking to them.”

Anna rolled her eyes.  “Sure.  A guy like you must just hate it when women hang all over him.”

His unhappy face turned into a scowl.  “What are you saying?”

“Look, I agreed to go on this date, but not with a player, okay?”

Kristoff became emotionless.  “Have me pegged, do you?” he asked evenly.

Anna could only shrug.  “It’s not that hard to figure out.  The reason a guy who looks like you is single, is that he wants to stay single.”

He stared at her, expression impossible to read.

“Lets just save us both time.  I refuse to be a conquest, so you can just go back to all those ladies at the bar who can barely keep it in their pants.”  Anna got up, keeping her eyes off his unreadable face, feeling relieved.  She didn’t even want to go on this date in the first place.  She was almost glad that this guy, as hot as he was, wasn’t going to work out.

Anna spared him a glance as she turned away and was a little shocked to see profound sadness in his eyes.  It was almost enough for her to turn back around and say something. 

Almost. 

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Anna looked at her ringing phone.  It was Elsa.  She let out a long sigh and answered.  “Hello?”

“What the fuck, Anna?  Why the hell did you brush off that date last night?”

She groaned inwardly.  This was not a conversation she wanted to have.  “He wasn’t my type.”

“Bullshit!  My friend talked to her brother and he told her what you said to him.  That was pretty awful, Anna.”

She frowned.  Had it been?  She was only speaking the truth.  “Well… you didn’t tell me the guy was a total player.”

Elsa huffed with frustration.  “He’s not!  He hasn’t been on a date in a year!”

“Elsa, he had women, and I mean gorgeous women, all over him when I arrived at the bar.”

“And he was what?  Flirting with them?”

Anna thought back to the scene at the bar.  One of the women had her hand on his arm and was talking his ear off, another one giving him fuck me eyes from his other side, two behind him waiting for their turn, and he was… sitting there.  He was staring at something.  Or was it nothing.  Then he’d looked over and his eyes had widened… they kind of looked a little… well at the time it looked like recognition but thinking back, they seemed a little more… relieved?

Anna gasped.  “Oh no, what have I done?”

Her sister sighed.  “Anna, you might need to talk to someone.  I don’t know what Hans did to you, but it was something.   I have doubts that he was never abusive to you even though you assured me that he never was.”

“He said some mean things, Elsa.  That’s all.”  Anna would give her that much, no more.  Not ever.  No one would ever know of her humiliation.

There was silence on the other end of the line for a beat.  “So maybe you said some things you didn’t mean to a nice guy because you are still so scared of putting yourself out there?”

Anna’s stomach rolled with unease to think about the hurtful way she’d brushed Kristoff off.  “Yeah.  I guess I am.”

“Well, at least you can recognise that.”

“Elsa, I feel terrible.  Is there any way I can get his number?  To apologise?”

“Well…I can ask my friend, although I have to warn you, she was pretty pissed that you treated her brother that way.”

“Please try, Elsa.  I feel awful and I need to tell him that I am sorry.”

“Alright.  I’ll call you back in five, okay?”

“Okay.”  Anna hung up the phone and rung it in her hands.  She could not believe she’d been so mean to someone and tears sprung in her eyes.  It made her feel terrible to think she’d said something hurtful to someone.  It reminded her of what her ex had said to her, and that Kristoff guy did not deserve that, even if he was a player.

Her phone rang in her hands and startled her to the point she almost threw it across the room.  “Hello?”

“Okay, I got the number.”

“Oh, thank you, Elsa.  Thank you so much.”  She sniffed.  “And tell your friend-”

“Anna, are you crying?”

She nodded and started to sob.  “I feel so bad, Elsa.  I was so mean to that poor man.  Please tell your friend to tell her brother that I am so sorry and that he can expect me to contact him to say so that I can apologize and-”

“Anna… Anna!”

She sniffed and reigned in her emotions.  This was insane.  She needed to get a grip on herself.  For all those months she carried all that hurt when her ex broke up with her and it was all starting to come out after treating someone else poorly.  It was becoming a little clearer to her that there were some issues she was going to have to deal with, and soon.

“Anna?”

Sniff.  “Yeah?”

“You need to stop beating yourself up about this, okay?”

“What if he doesn’t accept my apology?” Anna asked, wiping her damp cheeks. 

“Well, then I guess you just have to live with it.”

She shoulders slumped, suddenly exhausted.  “Yeah.  I guess I made the bed I have to lie in it.”

Her sister was silent on the other end for a moment.  “Whatever happens, Anna… it’ll be okay.  Everything will be okay.  You’ll have plenty of other chances.”

Anna nodded to herself, steeling her emotions for the text she was about to send.  “I know.  Thank you, Elsa.”

*****

Kristoff looked at the text from the number that he did not know, and set the phone down in contemplation.

He knew it was coming.  His sister had called him and given him the heads up she’d passed his number along to the woman who was so rude to him last night.  To say he was conflicted was an understatement. 

He hadn’t been hurt like that in a while.  Which was weird because he didn’t know this woman.  It was just that she passed him off so easily that it made him second guess himself a bit.  In retrospect, he should have been ruder to the women vying for his attention at the bar.  Why couldn’t this Anna understand that he had absolutely zero interest in them.  Instead, she’d taken one look at him and decided he was one of those pigs that used women as conquests.  And that fucking hurt.

That was why he’d agreed to be set up.  Trying to meet someone on line or even in a club brought out all the wrong kinds of women for him.  He had yet to meet someone that was looking for something serious, not just some fun fling or one night stand. 

He sighed, and read the message again.

Hi Kristoff, this is Anna, the woman who was rude to you last night and who you wish you probably never met.  I need to say that I am sorry for how I acted and what I said to you.  Clearly! I have issues to deal with.  I would hope you have it in your heart to meet me quickly so that I may apologize in person.  If you wish to never talk to me again though, I completely understand.  If I don’t hear back from you in a couple of days, I will assume I have my answer and delete your number.   I am sorry.

It read like an email, and quite frankly a little bit of a cry for help.  He certainly had his own issues, and he could not deny that her acknowledging her own had softened his attitude towards how she had treated him.  It wasn’t like he was exactly innocent of never behaving poorly when he was dealing with things.  When his sister had let him know to expect her to contact him, he just shrugged and assumed he’d delete the message and move on.  Only having read it and its sincerity…

He started typing.

Hi Anna.  Thank you for reaching out.  Please don’t be too hard on yourself.  If you would like to talk, we could meet for a coffee?

He read it three times and hit send before he changed his mind.  He’d just set his phone down when it dinged.

He chuckled.  “That was fast.”

Thank you so much Kristoff!  Would tomorrow work?  I could meet you at 11 at that coffee shop that’s just on the corner of 10th and Elm?

He typed back;

Sure.  See you then

Anna immediately hearted his message and he set his phone down.  He’d been watching the game on TV and he turned his attention back to it, only in the back of his mind he had other thoughts about how seeing this woman again was going to go.

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Next Chapter

[derelictvessel]

Second Chance Part I: Genesis

Words: 159,883 Chapters: 20/24 Fandom: The 100 (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Pairing: Clarke Griffin & Lexa Summary:

Even surrounded by her closest friends, Clarke Griffin is alone. Post Transcendence she drowns out her thoughts by training constantly, until she becomes something unbeatable, truly Wanheda. Throughout her training she is haunted by more than the ghosts of her past, but also a sequence on the Anomaly Stone, a Second Chance. The chance to save everyone she ever loved, save humanity, save herself. Twelve years after Transcendence, Clarke Griffin returns despite the warnings of her friends. She doesn't know when, where, how; only that it will give her a chance to do better. Will her knowledge and skills help her? Will she return in time to save anyone? Can she save herself?

OR Post season 7 Clarke Griffin goes back in time to save everyone using the anomaly stone.

[kokoskwark]

✿ A Second Chance with You ❀ seungjin ❀ CEO 🐶, single parent 🥟, reunion, implied mpreg, fluff, acquaintances to lovers, light angst, growth ❀ Finished, 32.8k

[whatwooshkai]

YOU AND ME AND NOTHING AND EVERYTHING

DAY 5: OPTIMUS PRIME AND MEGATRON

Happy Valentine's Day!

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Hi! Can I ask when the next update for lightning bug is going to be? Thanks :>

Honestly, that is a great question :D

I'm going to be honest I'm having a really hard time writing lighting bug and second chance because the magnitude of the coming chapters. I want to it right and I'm worried I'm not going to do is justice.

So instead of writing I just don't lol.

That being said I'm going to try really, really, really hard to get them posted next weekend.

[bloby-876]

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"Make sure it doesn't happen. For both our sakes." That makes you want to contemplate for a moment so clearly you push it to the side.

"I save Arthur from being killed and I end up as a servant. How is that fair?" Because honestly, you'd think the prat would be a little more thankful. He'd be dead without you!

(Amourningmotherwithhatredinhergoldeyesthechandelierfallsshegoeslimp,and it's your faULT-)

"I'm not sure fairness comes into it," Gaius tells you while massaging a particularly sore spot. "You never know, it might be fun."

You scoff. Fun? With that arse hole? As if. "you should hear my list of duties. How will mucking out arthur's horses be fun?"

"We all have our duties, even Arthur." Gaius has the most obvious tone of amusement in his voice and it only irks you a little bit.

You talk a bit more about arthur's future and his 'duties.'

Arthur? As king? Camelot won't last a day.

"OW! Do you really have to press so hard-!?"

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"So, you've got voiders on the arms."

"Mhm."

Gwen is really a lifesaver. You came to her grumbling about how you have no idea how knights armour works and she immediately offered to teach you so you don't make a fool of yourself in front of the prince. She explains it with such patience and answers your every question.

Gwen is the best. (You have a feeling you'll be saying that a lot in the future-).

Finally, the full set of armor is on and you can now safely say that you know what you're doing.

"How come you're so much better at this than me?" You ask, a smile on your face.

Gwen looks a bit embarrassed when she answers. "I'm the blacksmith's daughter. I know pretty much everything there is to know about armour, which is actually kind of sad."

You very much disagree! Without Gwen you'd be totally lost. And you tell her that. "No, it's brilliant!"

She blushes a bit and you think it's a lovely color on her.

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The tournament starts in roughly an hour. You struggle a bit while putting on the vambrace on Arthur. Without Gwen's lesson, you'd probably have no idea how to even begin!

"You do know the tournament starts today?" Arthur asks, clearly annoyed. You resist the urge to tighten the buckle more than necessary.

"Yes, sire." Titles are still weird.

While making a minor adjustment, you look up at Arthur. He looks vaguely uncomfortable.

[littleladymab]

personal -

my mom passed away at the end of may last year, and i'm still not sure how to structure myself around that sudden change. so here is an ever incomplete list of things i have inherited from her:

a voracious appetite for reading

the ability to eat an entire can of black olives in one sitting

a flannel shirt, given to me in december when i asked my dad for a jacket

a weak chin

rings that are too small to fit on any finger other than my pinky

50 books of clip-art filled with post-its and flags but no discs containing the art files

a box of tea samples that i bought her for mothers day that she was never able to try

a set of silverware that she received as a wedding gift and never used

the inability to ever tell someone when something is wrong

boxes of beads, trims, findings, embellishments that have been sitting untouched for years from unfinished projects

the same shade of blonde

several necklaces, including her amethyst pendant that i remember her leaving out on the full moon to charge

It's a list i'll never update or finish because things will always be popping up and it's so many things of me that will have been because of her

anyway, nothing really meant by this beyond trying to process emotions. if you have a good relationship with your mom, tell her you love her for me! if you don't, tell someone dear to you that you love them instead!

[lightdancingwords]

Upcoming Works

Hey all!

Soooo..... update!

I'm finding Dean to be... a difficult headspace at times. Or at least, the Dean I want to write, haha! Not surprised he's being such a pain in the rear! He did put up with the most powerful archangel (Michael)! What's a writer to him, huh?

Yeesh. Hunters.

That doesn't mean One Day isn't still in progress! I promise you, it is! It's just taking longer, is all!

However, to help ease the path and soften the heart, Beau has demanded some new attention! (Sheriffs, yeesh!) Now, it won't be a continuation of Come Find Me--though there will be an addition in the future someday, I promise!

So! Keep an eye out for the first chapter of Second Chances! I'm hoping to get that out and post within a few days--if not sooner! Beau is such a sweetheart; he doesn't make it hard to write him!

Here's the teaser for the banner!

Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list for either One Day or Second Chances or both!

-Taylor

[multiversal-madness]

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Layton Kyouju Series | Professor Layton Series Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Randall Ascot/Hershel Layton, Hershel Layton & Roland Layton, Hershel Layton & Lucille Layton, Hershel Layton & Angela Ledore, Hershel Layton & Henry Ledore Characters: Hershel Layton, Lucille Layton, Roland Layton, Randall Ascot, Angela Ledore, Henry Ledore, Leon Bronev, Rachel Bronev, Desmond Sycamore, Alphonse Dalston, some spoilery characters Additional Tags: Second Chances AU, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Angst, Fluff, Hershel needs a hug, RanLay does play a somewhat big part in this fic, But its not the main point of the story so I've marked it as Gen, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, RanGela is mentioned, but they're fake dating Summary:

They made the ultimate sacrifice to stop the Azran Legacy, giving their lives to stop the golems from laying waste to another civilization, the most difficult choice that in the end only had one right answer.

There was pain, there was agony and finally, there was nothing.

Then Hershel woke up, back in his room in Stansbury, back in his 17 year old body with memories of the future slowly fading. Would he be able to warn his younger self? To change things with this second chance? Or will things continue as they did, fate unyielding to a better future?

Chapter Summary:

Through exhaustion and a lack of focus, the fencing match doesn't go as Hershel planned, leading to Randall becoming concerned and pressing him for details on why he's been acting strange.

[theroundbartable]

The plot thickens.

Spoiler fanart under the cut:

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