#supernatural au PLUS actor au rolled into one

[edgarallanpoestan]

tell me not to put my fav qsmpers into supernatural. tell me not to make a qsmp supernatural au

[hazel-eye-coffee-shop-girl-blog]

Happy Monday Everyone! So I have a new series for you that I will be dropping either one chapter a week or multiple chapters this week, I am still deciding.

This series came way of a message/ask from @hobby27 she asked:

"I would love something with Jensen and reader. He sees her when he’s at a convention and he’s bonkers for her. She isn’t so interested in a relationship with him because of the fame. So he has to woo her. Make her understand that he’s not a typical movie/tv star. Slow burn."

So I give you the Limelight series- It's a Jensen x reader (plus size, curvy girl) story, Jensen meets the reader in a bar, he falls fist, she is reluctant of course, but secretly she fell for him the second he walked through the door. So can a small town girl and a celebrity make it work?

Warnings for the whole series: language, multi-pov and switching between the pov mid chapters (sorry I can't help it), Jensen coming off aggressive for a hot second but then cooling off. Some douche side characters and some lovable ones, body shaming, angst, fluff, swoon, Jared is there and Micha is mention.

This story takes place an AU where Jensen is not married but Jared is and has kids.

This chapter is 2K+. Feedback, likes and reblogs are always welcomed. Please don't post as your own work, this is my work.

Thanks!

Chapter 1

You weren't sure what possessed you to come out tonight. The city is a small lakeside tourist trap in the height of summer. It's Friday night, so it's already going to be busy. Add the fact that the first-ever Supernatural convention is taking place in a town over, and there are rumors that some cast members might appear in small-town Haven. Has every woman, single or not, out looking to catch the eye of Jared Padalecki or Jensen Ackles.

You, on the other hand, couldn't care less. That's not to say you didn't think both men weren't great actors. You're the first to put your 'Supernatural number one fan card' against anyone. You watched the show religiously, even re-watched it whenever you needed comfort or a break from the world.  You had also fallen into reading and writing a few fanfics under a pen name. 

You also weren't immune to their handsome good looks; both are sexy men in their own right. You lean more towards Jensen than Jared if you had to choose. Something about those hypnotic green eyes  and the 'Dean voice.' God, that got you through some lonely nights, for sure.

So why aren't you going boy-crazy at the fact that your celebrity crush was just one city over, or for that matter, could be in the same bar as you right now? One, you are a realist: the likelihood of him coming out, or you actually seeing him, is slim, if not nonexistent. Second, the idea of celebrity life - living in the limelight, having all eyes on you, never getting a moment to yourself - no thank you. You will take being an anonymous nobody and being able to look and act however you want without ending up on the front page of the gossip rags.

Pushing your way through the crowd of the local dive bar, you survey the crowd to see the overabundance of female to men ratio. You finally squeeze past and grab the last open barstool at the corner, next to where the wait staff come to grab their orders. Saying hi to the waitress as she loads up her tray, you take a seat and wave over at the bartender. 

"Well, look what the cat dragged in." The bartender, James, gives you a smile and wink.

Stuffing the bar towel in his back pocket, he walks to you and tosses a cardboard coaster. "Didn't think you would be one of those desperate celebrity chasers." He jokes.

He places his hands on the bar and leans towards you. His lean, muscular frame is accented by his dark denim jeans and black button-down, the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, showing off the nice tan he's been working on.

Shaking your head at him, "Now, James, I wouldn't knock your guest too loud; God knows you're not mad at the extra business…or the female clientele." You quip, picking up the coaster to fiddle with. 

You survey the room and guess it's a two to five-ratio of guys to girls in the bar tonight. "Besides, I wanted a drink." Letting out a sigh, you try to convince yourself that's why.

Not buying it, but not having the heart to call you out on your bullshit this early in the night, James gives you a nod, "OK, sure, so the usual?" He asks as he grabs the tequila to make you a margarita.

"You know my weakness."

"That I do."

Later that night

You felt good and relaxed over an hour in and two margaritas down. The day's stress dissipates, and you're glad you came out. Besides chatting with James every time he had a few minutes, you also got to reconnect with some of the other bar staff you hadn't seen. 

The crowd has started to thin out, with news that the cast members were staying in the city to party. Sightings of them all over at the more trendy bars had the sober guests heading out and the not-so-sober ones heading home. James let the last waitress clock out early, leaving only you and James. James made his way back over to you.

"So, you're still here. Thought you would have hightailed it to the city by now." He jokes, running a hand through his dark, short locks. His blue eyes locked with yours.

"I told you, I just came out for a drink, not to hunt down a celebrity. Besides, we never get to hang out anymore.  Why is that?" you question, pushing your empty glass toward James in a not-so-subtle attempt to have him refill it. 

He takes the hint.  Grabbing the glass, he slightly laughs at this, "Come on, Y/N, we see each other. I mean, yeah, not as much anymore, what with me taking over this place and you working in the city more on your art. How is that going? Are you happy with your decision?" He asks, saying so much with those questions. He finishes up your drink and sets it down.

You were happy with your choice; it was for the best. Even if it meant you gave up half of the bar and steady income so you could pursue your passion. You're about to answer him when the sound of the front doors opens. Looking over, you can't believe your eyes when you see, fucking Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki walk through the doors. 

You snap your head back after staring at them both for what seems like forever. Fuck, they both look even better in person.

"No fucking way!" James almost screams out. You look up at him to see he is nearly hyperventilating.

"OK, James, you got to calm down." You counsel, slightly put off by him freaking out when he, on multiple occasions, would tease you for liking the show. Watching him flap his hands and pull out the bar rag to wipe the sweat from his forehead as his cheeks red. 

You had to call him on this. "Are you a fan?"

He looks over to you, sees the twinkling of mischief behind your eyes, and sighs, "OK, fine, yes." He quips back in defeat that his big secret is out.

"I watched the show, and so did you." He tries to defend himself.

"Yeah, and I was open about it. You were the one that made fun of me every time I talked about it. Bitch."

"Jerk." James quips back out of reflex, which gets you to point at him.

"Hey, can we get a pitcher of whatever the house draft is?" Deep and smooth, his voice hits you like a freight train, pulling James and you out of your impending tiff and back to reality. A reality where Jensen Ackles is standing ten feet away from you, on the other side of the bar, wanting to get a pitcher of beer. 

He is standing there in well-fitted light-wash jeans and a faded blue T-shirt. Sunglasses hang off the v-neckline and a baseball cap tuck in his back pocket. Your eyes lock with his, and the rumors are true—they are green like a fairy princess.

You look away and see Jared sitting with two other guys at a table. They are not actors from the show; they must be friends or bodyguards. 

"Umm…Yeah, man, coming right up. Just the one?" James stammers as he reaches the well to pull the pitcher. 

"Umm…better make it two, Jared's a big guy and all." Jensen jokes. Pulling his eyes from you to the bartender.

"Umm…you got a kitchen back there?" He questions, trying to keep the small talk up so he can stay here for a few more minutes. There is something about you; he can't place it, but it's like he's drawn to you. 

"Yeah, but our cook bailed on me tonight," James replies. Setting the pitchers on the bar. Scrabbling when he sees Jensen's slight disappointment in the lack of food.

"But I am sure Y/N wouldn't mind going back there and whipping up something." Turning his attention to you and giving you a shit-eating grin.

Your head snaps up to look over at James and Jensen. "What?" You question, wondering why he dragged you into this.

"Yeah, she's an excellent cook, chef really, she actually…"

"I am sure my cooking wouldn't match your sophisticated palate." Cutting off James before he can give Jensen your life story, giving him a stare down that conveys 'shut the fuck up.'

James has a habit of making your accomplishments sound grander than they were. He takes up the role of a proud parent, which you never ask him to do. 

Y/N, hmm, beautiful name. Letting the name roll around in his head. Jensen takes this opportunity with your eyes, shooting daggers at the bartender to let his eyes take you all in. She is in light-wash jeans, tall black boots, and a leather jacket over a vintage concert t-shirt that hugs her curves in all the right places. She's giving off a 'don't fuck with me vibe,' but he can tell it's just a front.  

"Darling, don't let celebrity status fool you. We're just a group of guys out for a few drinks and looking for good local food." Giving a smile to seal the deal.

His voice pulls her attention back to him, and he can see the front crumble away, her cheeks tinting pink.

"Jared there will eat just about anything you put before him." He says, thumbing back towards the guys. 

You look over his shoulder to see Jared and the two other guys watching your interaction. Jared gives you a half smile.

"Jensen, stop harassing the girl already. I can't take this guy anywhere." He jokes and turns his attention back to his buddies.  

Getting up from the barstool, you put some money on the bar, "I should be going, night James." Keep your voice low and as even as possible.

You can feel yourself becoming embarrassed by the seconds with all the attention on you. Unfortunately, you must walk past Jensen and his friends' table to get to the door. As you walk past the table, one of the anonymous guys pipes up.

"Seriously, I am starving. Why did we even come out this way? Dumb bitch, not like she doesn't know her way around a kitchen, just look at her." He spits out. 

You know you should keep walking; it's not like you haven't heard your fair share of fat jokes and comments about you before. Especially from drunk, pretty boys. Something about this time, though.  Maybe it's because it's in front of your celebrity crushes. After all, you have a few drinks in you as well. Whatever it is, you turn on your heels so you can face the douchebag.

"Oh, real original, ass. God, you must be the brains of the group." You spat back. Placing your hands on your hips to really show off your frame. 

He doesn't say anything at first. He is your typical frat boy, with short blonde hair and brown eyes staring back at you. You can see the wheels turning in his head. The other anonymous guy sitting next to him is a carbon copy of him, but he is looking across the booth to Jared for some kind of help.

"Dude, Evan, come on," Jared says, giving him a look of dismay that he just said those things. Turning his attention to you, "I am sorry…" He starts to apologize to him.

You hold up your hand to stop him. "It's fine, really." You reply, giving him a half smile. You're tired, and dragging this out any longer is not something you want to do tonight.

"Yeah, Jared, it's fine. A bitch like that, this is probably the most attention she has had from a guy in a long time." Evan jokes and playfully punches the guy next to him, wanting some backup on his 'stellar' dig at the local girl. 

Turning away from them, shocked that he is still talking, you just want to escape. Your eyes lock with Jensen, but his attention is on the table. He's fuming and looks like he is about to punch Evan. He starts the short walk towards the table.

"What the fuck…" he yells.

Stepping in his path, he stops just inches from you when you put your hand on his chest. The feel of your hand on him, you standing right before him, snaps him back.

"Well, we wouldn't want you boys to starve now, would we?" You say sweetly. Your voice is low and even. Knowing that you need to diffuse this situation before a bar brawl breaks out and somehow the gossip rags hear about it. 

The feel of his shirt under your fingers as you lightly tap his chest is soft. You would give anything to stay like this for a bit longer, taking in his smell of whiskey and leather. That's the one thing the fanfic girls and guys got right. Maybe they got other things right, too, your mind wonders.

You give Jensen a smile and turn to face the table. "Do you guys have any allergies I need to know about?" Your question, "Don't need to have anyone go into anaphylactic shock and have the media all up in my ass."

The two unknowns say nothing and seem interested in the countertop, then looking up at you. You don't blame them. Seeing the fury that Jensen was in, you wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of that.

Jared also looks pissed at them, glaring at them both before replying. "No, I think we're all good."

Giving a short nod, you turn back, seeing Jensen's eyes lock on you now. He has calmed down a bit, but he also looks slightly disappointed. You cock your head to the side.

"Hey, you OK?" You question, your voice low, only for him to hear.

He takes a second, giving you a nod. He clears his throat. "Yeah, umm…I am sorry…" he starts apologizing, but you stop him. 

"It's fine, Jensen. If you haven't noticed, I am a big girl in multiple ways." You wink at him and pat his chest before side-stepping him and heading back towards the kitchen.  

Back to the bar, you shuck off your jacket and toss it to James. "Good because, honestly, I don't care." You quip back to let them all know you could give a rat's ass what their dietary needs were.

This gets a laugh out of Jensen, pulling him back into a better head space. He can see more of her; the short-sleeved gray t-shirt contrasts sharply with her deep purple hair. Letting his eyes roam over her beautiful curves, god, he wishes he was the only one that came out tonight. She is feisty and can hold her own. Her voice is heaven, and he wants to listen to her talk all night.

"I'll have some food right out." Saying over your shoulder as you push open the kitchen doors. 

To Be Continued.....

[kotachii]

Amusement Park

Pairing: Ace x Reader

Type: Modern! Au

Summary: While lost in an amusement park, you meet a stranger

   The skies were clear and the day was warm, it would of been a splendid afternoon only if you weren't lost in the amusement park. You came to the amusement park with your friends but you got separated from them after getting off a roller coaster. Apparently, there were three exits and you unknowingly went out a different one than them leaving you all alone in the mist of people. After frankly searching for your friends to no avail, you decided to wander around aimlessly.

       You sigh as you popped down in one of the benches beside the scintillating water fountain located in the center of the park. A frown found it's way on your face as you were tired of searching. You really wanted to go on the "Reverse Mountain", known as the biggest attraction in the Grand Line theme park but going alone would be so embarrassing. You shuddered as you could already imagine the piteous look on affectionate couple's faces as they you alone in line, or the pat on the back the employees give you when you say the dreaded phrase of "single rider". There was no way you were going on any attractions before you find your friends.

       "Hey, why do you look so lonely?", a black haired male asked you as he takes a sit beside you.

       "Um...are you talking to me?"

       "I don't see anyone else."

       "If you are just trying to flirt with me, this is not going to work."

       "Chill, no need to be so serious."

       "I am not trying to, it's just common sense to stay away from strangers."

       "No wonder you look so sad!"

       "What do you mean?", you asked him, bewildered by his statement.

       "If you are always trying to distance yourself from strangers, then, you will never meet anyone. You will live a lonely life," he flashed you a grin as he looked at you straight in the eyes.

       "Well, thank you for your concern but I am not lonely at all", you replied with a slight frown. This man was starting to annoy you.

       "Don't lie. If you are not lonely, why would you be sitting alone in an amusement park just staring at the couple by the ice cream shop?"

       You blushed and shook your head to deny but you were cut off by him asking you sternly, with his smile gone, replaced by a serious expression, "So tell me the truth, why are you all alone?"

      You weren't sure how to respond but due to his genuine concern, you replied in a quiet and embarrassed voice, "Actually, I got separated from my friends I can't find them anywhere."

       "Woah, what an coincidence, I got lost from my friends too", he replied enthusiastically as if it was something to be happy about, "well, if you really are lost then you shouldn't be sitting here, we can go look for our friends together."

       "Together? But we've never met before!"

       "And your point is? Lost people should stick together, that's what my grandpa told me."

       "I don't think it works that way."

       "That's the main difference between me and you, this is how you meet new people," he replied with a wink.

       You couldn't help but chuckle at his silly gesture. Without hesitation, you brushed your pants and stood up, "So Captain, where should we go?"

~~~

       Despite the exuberant meeting, the conversation died down into an awkward silence. You've already walked passed the entrance to "Reverse Mountain", so many times and you are more than excited to go on that ride but of course, you still need to find your friends beforehand.

       "Um...", you stuttered as you realized you didn't know how to refer him, "say, do you want to go on some rides, I mean, we are in an amusement park, right?"

       He turns his head to look at you, "Yeah, you're right, all of this walking around and searching is getting me tired, what rides should we go on?"

       Your eyes shine brightly as your look targets once again on the entrance to "Reverse Mountain", with a grin on your face, you opened your mouth to say, "Reverse Moun-"

       "I know, let's go on the Merry-Go round!", he shouts and interrupts you.

      You yelped as he grabs your wrists and drags you to the waiting line of 5 people to go on the Merry-Go round of the Grand Line Theme Park. While you were disappointed at the low intensity of this ride, you couldn't help but find this guy adorable for choosing this childish ride out of every attractions in the theme park.

       "What a manly ride for a man your size," you said sarcastically.

       "Haha, I was worried you will be too scared to go on the larger rides", he replies grinning as usual.

The two of you chose the horses located beside each other and the Merry-Go round starts to roll to life with music, lights and spinning as it goes.

       "Hey, over here!", he shouts over the music as he holds up his phone and takes a selfie with you. You quickly strike a silly pose and he continue snapping pictures but soon, the ride slows as it looses it's momentum into a stop.

       "That was fun," he said as you two exited the ride, "So, now, where do you want to go?"

       "The Reverse Mountain!", you almost shouted too loudly and enthusiastically.

       "Nuh huh, we should leave the best to the last and plus, the waiting line is an hour right now."

       "Fine, I guess it is your pick again", you said, slightly pouting your cheeks.

       "The Haunted Mansion looks great", he said.

       "E-Eh?", you panicked a bit since you have always been scared of ghosts and supernatural being and not to forget, the Grand Line's Haunted Mansion has always been known as a "pirate's graveyard" due to it being so scary and realistic.

       "How a-about late-er?", you replied stuttering a bit.

       "Is someone scared?", he teases you with a smirk on his face.

       "No, I just think we should save the best one for the last," you lied.

       "Haha, you are cute when you try to act tough, don't worry, I will protect you from anything scary and plus, we already have Reverse Mountain placed for last."

~~~

       You bit your lips nervously as you were handed a lantern to share between you and him. The employee in the entrance told you two to walk directly down the hall, turn left and walk up the staircase and follow the arrows on the ground and of course, the cliched saying of "beware for supernatural beings". The farther down the hall you walk, the more nervous you felt. The hall was illuminated solely by the dim lantern the man, which you still haven't ask his name yet, was holding. As that thought cross your mind, you decided to finally ask your companion for a proper introduction. As of now, you were already up the staircase, and there has been nothing except for fake cobweb and old furniture.

       "Hey, Mr. Companion, you know, you've never introduced yourself", you said but was hushed by him immediately.

       "Wait, don't talk, I think I hear something," he said as he holds up the lantern to silence you.

       The two of you stop mid-track and the silences takes over once again except this time, you heard a creaking noise. You could feel your heart pounding since neither you or him was moving, yet the ground was creaking and faint footsteps could be heard. Your companion turned his lantern around a few times to illuminate the otherwise pitch-black hall but no sign of another person's presence could be seen.

       "Let's just keep moving, I don't wanna be here anymore", you said as you lean in closer to him.

       "This haunted mansion really lives up to it's title, don't you agree? Even I am getting chills," his voice trailed off towards the end.

       "I fee-"

       You weren't able to finish your sentence as a figure dressed in a glowing white gown suddenly hanged down from the ceiling right in front of you. Blood was dripping from it's fabric, long black hair cascading over it's face into messy tangles and knives hooked onto their bony fingers. A scream erupted from your throat as adrenaline flows through your body. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest and tears threatening to flow out. You were beyond scared but to your surprise, in a swift of a motion, the man who was walking with you pulled you into his chest to prevent you from seeing the prop that hanged down from the ceiling. You could feel his warm hands on the back of your head, your face engulfed by his sweet aroma. You kept your eyes shut as your face was still buried into him, after about a minute or so, you could hear a cranking and he finally spoke.

       "Hey, are you alright?", he asked.

You tried your best to nod even though your face was still pressed into his chest.

       "It's gone now, it was just a fake prop they used but I guess it did look very realistic", he assured you as he slowly let go of you from the hug.

       You felt embarrassed by your actions but much to your surprised, you missed the warmness of his comfort.

       "Let's get out of here", he said with a warm smile on his face. He grabbed your wrist once again and pulled you along with him. You two jogged out of this haunted mansion without paying attention to any other decor or actors looking to scare the trespassers. You no longer felt scared knowing that he was here to protect you but by this mere thought, you could still feel your heart pounding. You weren't sure if it was from the fear of this mansion or maybe, you felt a new feeling tugging inside your heart.

   You welcomed the sunlight of the exterior as you were more than glad to have exited the dreadful haunted mansion. This is the first time you've admitted of your fear of ghosts to others because you liked to be considered as a strong woman but you didn't felt uncomfortable about sharing this side of you to him.

       "So, what were you going to ask me while we were inside?", he asked you as soon as you left the mansion.

       "I was going to ask you about your name," you replied matter-of-factly.

       "Ah, I didn't tell you my name?", he asks you looking confuse.

       "No, you didn't."

       "Really? I thought I did, are you sure?"

       "Yes I am positive I still have no idea who you are."

       "Ace. My name is Portgas D. Ace," he replied, holding out his hand for a handshake.

       "I'm (Name) (Last Name)," you said, accepting his handshake.

       "(Name) (Last Name).....this sounds so familiar," he said as he tilts his head to the side.

       "Really? Where?"

       "I know I've heard it somewhere but I don't know where."

       "How about you, your name sounds really mysterious, what does the "D." stand for?"

       "I am not sure myself, I think it's just a family thing. Anyways," he said changing the topic, "do you want something to eat?"

       "I am not that hungry."

       "Well, I am, the last to the ice cream shop is paying!", he shouted as he charged into full speed sprinting towards the ice cream shop.

       "Hey, wait no fair!", you chased him but was not able to catch up to his speed.

~~~

              The day was ending and so was your adventures with this stranger called Ace. The two of you still haven't found your friends and the park will be close in an hour or so. The sunset stretches the shadows within the park leaving long silhouettes plastered on the ground. You and Ace were walking side by side, no longer going on rides since both of you "Yeah," you trailed off, scared that he might propose for the two of you to go your separate ways.

       "This day was fun," he said, looking at the sky as it starts to turn into an orange and pink artwork.

       "Umm... Ace, do you want to maybe....s-stay in touch?", you asked blushing deeply.

       "Looks like you're not that bad at making friends", he said chuckling, "how about I give you my phone number?"

       Then, you suddenly remembered that you had your phone this entire time. You could of called your friend a long time ago. You were a dumbass for sure but if you weren't so forgetful, you would of never met Ace. You gave him your phone and he wrote down his name and his number, and you did the same on his phone.

       "Oi! (Name)! Where did you go?", you heard your friends call you from behind. You turned around and waved back. You were about to thank Ace again for today but he was gone. However, a message appeared on your phone.

Ace <3: What d'you say to a cup of coffee tomorrow?

[wistfulcynic]

Happy Holidays! I'm dropping into some of my fave creator's ask boxes and encouraging them to Spread the Cheer by Sharing What You Created This Year! Before a new year starts, take some time to reflect on the things you wrote or created to bless the fandom this past year. Remind us all of the awesomeness you put out there in 2019, and feel free to tease us with things to come in 2020! Then pass this along to your faves, so they can share in the fun!

Aaah! Thank you anon(s)! ❤️❤️❤️

2019 is my first full year of fic-ing, and according to AO3 I have written nearly three hundred and sixty-six thousand words, which considering that I was always the kid who submitted nine and one third pages for a ten page essay is kind of astounding. 

I had three fics begun in 2018 that carried on to this year, the first is Finding the Altar, my first attempt at the secret dating trope, mostly written last November but I wrote the epilogue for the 2019 January Joy. The second carry-over is Another Brick in the Wall, begun exactly a year ago and finished a few months into the year. It is the high school AU that I never meant to write but that ended up taking over my life, still one of my favourite fics because of how much I enjoyed writing it. Finally there’s also Both Are Infinite, which was started last September and is still unfinished. I am SO sorry for that, but I promise it will be finished. It is not abandoned!!

For things started in 2019 we have: 

The Key, an angsty, smutty one-shot written for January Joy

Their Way By Moonlight, the love of my life and my number one priority for 2020. It’s a 3B canon divergence in which Emma and Killian are soulmates who can share dreams, which leads to him coming for her and restoring her memories in New York in a very different way than in canon. There’s also a different curse on Storybrooke and a very different development for Emma and Killian’s relationship, along with loads of Captain Cobra and cursed Snowing, and an arc for Regina (including a partnership between her and Killian) that I really love.  

Honeysuckle, the purest thing I’ve ever written. Precious cinnamon roll Librarian Killian, and single-mother Emma who gets caught in a precarious situation until he comes to her rescue. Inspired by @shireness-says

Three Non-Blondes, secret-dating attempt number two. Very silly, but fun, with maybe my favourite version of Mary Margaret. 

The Depths of Love, another 3B divergence with no second curse. Emma trying to work out her feelings and Killian trying to protect himself from heartbreak. Also my very first collaboration with @thisonesatellite and honestly I’m not sure this story would exist without her. 

The smutty trio of Schadenfreude parts One and Two, and Steak and Something on the Side.   Voyeur Neal and Asshole Walsh. 

Osaka-shi Serenade, the most personal thing I’ve written. Based on how my husband and I met when we were teaching English in Japan. Still unfinished, but again, *will* be!

Two Sunday Mornings, a pair of angsty ficlets from each of their POVs, plus Brothers Jones. 

One More Kiss, a Lieutenant Duckling short fic that I didn’t love when I wrote it but has really grown on me, to the point where I might (*might*) expand it at some point. Quite angsty, but happy at the end. 

The Great Grammar Caper, a very very VERY silly future fic in which Deputy Jones is the hero we need but his efforts are foiled by a devious Granny. 

Rainbound, a take on the snowed-in trope, only with rain.  

The Parquet Man, absolutely and without question the most fun I’ve ever had writing. The storied romance that is Captain Floor, told from the POV of Killian (by me) and Floor (by @thisonesatellite, who writes unorthodox POVs like NO ONE ELSE). 

The Very Witching Time and its follow-up The Sleep of the Sun, written for @cssns and @cspupstravaganza respectively. My very favourite verse, in which Emma is a witch and Killian cursed in the form of a dog. There is magic and an extraordinary house with a sentient garden, and creepy forest, and more magic, and Cora with an evil plot, and even more magic, and some adorable and surprising children at the end. PLUS some absolutely stunning art by @mariakov81 to accompany it ❤️❤️❤️

How Not To Flirt, based on a prompt. Emma tries to flirt with Killian but he fails entirely to see it. 

Words Unspoken, a friends-to-roommates-to-lovers story full of mutual pining and very, very poor communication. 

The Ballad of Emma and Killian, in which they are not famous when they meet, but when their careers take off they stand by each other through it all. Rockstar!Emma and actor!Killian.  

On What They Fall, my magnificent octopus. Angry, damaged Killian who can’t see how much Emma loves him. Mutual pining, angst, Captain Book brOTP, and people working through their emotions, prioritising their mental health, and coming out of hard times strong and brave enough to allow themselves to be happy. Another personal favourite. 

abandon, a birthday gift for @kmomof4. Neverland sex-pollen smut, pure and simple. Well, simple anyway. 

come sit at our feast, a Halloween fic written for @csrolereversal Halloweek. Without question the most out-there thing I’ve written, with all the OUAT characters reimagined as supernatural beings who come together every Halloween to throw themselves a hell of a party. 

Drink The Wild Air, a birthday gift for @thisonesatellite which will be finished SOON. The Captain Duckling high-seas swashbuckling adventure tale I’ve wanted to write for some time. Featuring Brothers Jones 2.0 and CASTLE STORMING. 

Drabbles, a series of short fics of all kinds, written when I need to clear my mind. 

Across The Snowy Places, a Thanksgiving tropestravaganza. Featuring secret dating, snowed-in, only one bed, heater not working, favourite author, found families, matchmaking, and drunken affection/confession. ALL THE TROPES. 

To Keep It All The Year, my Christmas gift for @katie-dub. Final chapter coming soon! This story has just flowed out of me. It features angry, broken Killian, single-mother Emma, adorable wee bab Henry, and some extraordinary Christmas magic. 

WHEW!! I think that’s all of them! I’m a bit 😮😲😳🤯 looking at this list. It’s been a less-than-great year on the whole, to be honest, but at least productive on the fanfic front!! 

Thanks for the ask, anon, and I hope you have a great Christmas and a brilliant New Year!! 

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Guidelines For Requests

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If you sent a request before I put this out, don’t worry your request will be written- unless I’ve stated otherwise, usually I’ll reply to anons with “I cannot do this request because x” or if you’ve requested off Anon I’ll privately reply and tell you how you can word your request to fit my (untold) guidelines.

A. I have the right to not write requests.

I do not need to state why.

I do not tolerate hate or messages of “are you ever gonna write my request” I have over 15k followers; I have a lot of requests.

Do NOT send me a request that you’ve already sent to 5 other blogs.

I do NOT take birthday requests, you can ask for a request as a birthday celebration but I don’t write requests themed around birthdays

B. I do not accept requests that are just “X-character fluff” or “Y character smut” these will be deleted

I need a prompt to go along with it; it can be a sentence or an AU. “Bucky Barnes fluff with “here take my jacket” or “Tattooist AU!Steve Rogers smut”. It gives me more to work with, requests are for YOU.

I do not go into detail on how reader looks. I make them raceless, no characteristics/ that being said/ I do take requests for different ethnicities (I am Caucasian), trans!reader also. I do not mind characteristics- but usually most of my fics are for everyone

If you want reader to be Ace/ Nonbinary/ Trans please state in request- I’ve written ace!Reader before

If you’d like plus size!reader then simply state that in request, or, chubby!Bucky then also do so (chubby!Bucky is the only one I’m comfortable with right now, but I do love chubby!Thor too)

C. I have few triggers now, so you can request, pretty much, anything and I’ll be fine with it

Dub con/non con, bdsm & smut kinks (daddy kink, choking & whatever you’re into- if it’s something I’m unfamiliar with or uncomfortable with, I’ll inform you)✅

Suicide, self-harm & mental illnesses ✅

Eating Disorders ✅

Warning: Please, realise that when I write any mental illnesses they won’t be fluffy fics. I will not glamorise. I’m in recovery from Bulimia, so it’s a topic I’m passionate about. I see wayyyy too many fics where they heroise Characters for helping the reader, fluff-up mental disorders. That’s not how I roll, baby. If you expect me to fluff self-harm you’ve gotta another thing coming. You’ve been warned.

Incest ❌

Underaged reader/character smut❌

Threesomes: I’m just not comfortable with my capability to write a smut like that❌

D: Characters I will/ will not write for

Any MCU characters: Includes Anyone in Infinity War & Endgame, plus Loki & Spider-Man friends- Mj, Ned & May✅

Supernatural: All characters from every season✅

Riverdale: All characters ✅

Stranger Things: Every season✅

Shadowhunters- Alec will only be written with Male Readers✅

Actors: Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Tom Holland & Anthony Mackie✅

You must always state if Reader is Male/Female/Gender Neutral. If you do not put Readers gender preferences in your request it will be GN, or up for my interpretation.

Walking Dead: whilst I write for the fandom, I do not accept requests ❌

Of course, with any free media, it takes some time to work through. The wait is... whenever I feel inspired or motivated by something. I tend to delete really old requests. But I’m trying my hardest to work through all of them.

As it gets closer to seasonal holidays; Any Holiday, whatever you celebrate. Please, send requests for it. I love writing requests that focuses around a holiday, it feels more personal and since these are requests, I do like making them personal- since I do not go into detail how reader looks.

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Prince Charming

Title: Prince Charming

Pairing: Reader x Sam

Word Count: 1,484

Warnings: None

Squares Filled: Workplace Romance (AU Bingo) and Early Mornings (Fluff Bingo)

Summary: Sam and the reader are college students working as characters at an amusement park, which leads to an extra-sweet cotton-candy romance.

A/N: This is a submission for @spnaubingo and @spnfluffbingo2019. Please leave feedback, and enjoy!

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You yawned as you waved your ID badge at the security guard. He smiled sympathetically and pressed the button that unlocked the door, allowing you to step inside the giant concrete building. It was hidden well as part of a large, decorative mountain for one of the park’s many roller coasters. The building usually went unnoticed by the park’s oblivious patrons, and even though the mountain seemed to be made of solid, lifeless stone, the building was anything but.

As soon as you entered the main hallway, you were greeted by a dozen other workers, each of them in different stages of alertness. Some of them were holding onto her coffee like it was their only lifeline, while Charlie looped her arm with hers and immediately began to tell you about the latest gossip as the two of you walked to the women’s dressing rooms. She was made for early mornings, you decided.

Smiling to yourself, you shifted your own cup of coffee to your free hand and took a sip, letting Charlie chatter as one of the summer workers tugged open the door and led the two of you into the bustling dressing area.

Your normal spot was free, thankfully, and you settled down in silence. As soon as Charlie finished her story, you gave her a tired smile and watched her walk off, then plugged your earbuds into your ears. You pressed play on your phone, letting your morning playlist pick up where you’d paused it in the car, and started getting yourself ready for the day. Perfect makeup and hair was a requirement for your uniform. It was a routine now, and you normally finished with time to spare, but you always tried to start as early as possible. After being late one morning last year, you’d learned your lesson. Tardiness wouldn’t fly.

Sighing, you glanced at the clock on your phone and cursed the higher-ups who’d decided that moving the park opening up an hour during the summer was a good idea. Four in the morning was too early to be getting ready for any job, let alone a job that required you to look pretty, be happy, and interact with children. Then again, acting was what you loved. If this is what you had to do to become a “serious actor,” then so be it.

“You ready?”

Charlie stood behind you, her own red hair pulled back into a slick ponytail and her left eye decked out with dark shadow. She played a pirate in the more adventure-themed section of the park, so she only had to do makeup on one eye; the eye patch covered the other one, and you spend every day wishing that you’d been hired as a pirate instead of a princess. You might as well take up stock in the makeup removal industry, but Charlie was always out of the dressing room five minutes after her shift ended.

“Almost,” you replied, turning back to the mirror and finishing up your lipstick. After pressing your lips together, you grabbed your bag and coffee, then stood and followed Charlie out of the dressing room. The two of you still had time before you needed to get dressed, which meant that you had time to get a refill your coffee and hang out in the staff courtyard. There were usually at least a few people there would would sympathize with your sleepiness. Plus, it had a great view of the the sunrise, and even though you weren’t a morning person, you’d never get tired of watching the day begin.

Your stomach flip-flopped when you saw Sam standing on the far side of the courtyard, a styrofoam cup of coffee in his hand. He’d been your Prince Charming for the past few months, and you’d be lying if you didn’t admit that you hadn’t fallen for him hard—and fast. He was tall, handsome, and great with people. During your breaks, Sam kept you entertained with his quick wit and and extensive knowledge of every subject under the sun. You’d yet to find a topic he didn’t know at least something about.

Charlie nudged you with her elbow and grinned. “Go!” she whispered, and you quickly shook your head in response.

“I can’t!” you hissed.

Rolling her eyes, she grabbed your arm and dragged you across the space. Sam turned when the two of you got closer, then smiled shyly when you met his eyes.

“Y/N, didn’t you want to ask Sam about his shifts this week?” Charlie asked, her voice loud and the words clunky and rehearsed.

Sam’s eyebrows furrowed and wrinkles appeared on his forehead. “My shifts are exactly the same as yours, Y/N,” he said as he looked between you and Charlie, clearly confused.

“Oh, well then I guess I’ll see you later!”

Charlie was gone before you could protest, and you slowly looked back at Sam when you realized that even attempting to get her to come back was a fruitless endeavour.

“Hey,” you finally said. “Sorry about that. She… thinks we’d be cute together.” Inwardly, you cursed yourself for not going to bed earlier the night before. Maybe if you’d gotten more sleep, you wouldn’t mess up and say stupid things to your crush.

He seemed amused at your slip of the tongue, judging by the way he ducked his head and let out a quiet laugh, but Sam nodded a moment later. “That’s what my brother said.”

“Your brother?” you asked, looking around and trying to ignore the way your cheeks suddenly felt warm. “I didn’t know you had a brother that worked here.”

“He, uh, doesn’t work here, actually.”

“Oh.”

Sam took a sip of his coffee and you shifted your empty cup around in your hand before nervously asking, “Do you… Can I ask why your brother said that? I mean, have we met before?”

“Kind of,” Sam answered. “Remember the tall guy that got ushered out by security because he was harassing us?”

Gaping at him, you shook your head. “That wasn’t your brother,” you said, not quite believing him.

The grin on Sam’s face told you everything you need to know, and you rubbed your forehead with one hand, laughing as you remembered the crazy things that the man had been yelling at Sam as he’d been ushered out. At the time it had seemed completely absurd, but now that you knew that the man was Sam’s brother…

“Wow,” you chuckled, shaking your head in amazement. “He is…”

“We’re not quite sure what he is,” Sam interjected before you could even think of how to finish your sentence. You laughed and he grinned wide, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “He’s a typical older brother, and he told me later that night that he thinks I should ask you out.”

“Oh.” It was like every witty remark you had about his brother suddenly flew straight out of your head and was replaced with cotton.

Sam’s smile faltered a little bit when you didn't say anything more. “So?”

You swallowed thickly. “So what?”

“Will you go out with me? I’ve been wanting to ask you ever since I started here.”

“I— Really? Yes!  Yes, when?” you asked, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. “I mean, when do you want to go out?”

“Does Saturday night work? You don’t work on Sunday, right?”

Shaking your head, you smiled and answered, “We work the same shifts, remember? Saturday works. I’m free at seven.”

Sam relaxed and smiled a little wider, rubbing the back of his neck for a brief moment. “Seven o’clock. You’ve got my number, right?”

Your mouth felt dry again as you nodded back. “I can— Charlie’s got it. She can send it to me.” You didn’t mention that she’d actually given it to you a month after Sam had started working at the park, or that you’d been trying to get up the nerve to text him ever since.

The alarm on your phone went off, letting you know that you had a half hour before you had to be at your post, and you jumped. “I— I have to go!”

Sam chuckled, nodding. “I should be getting dressed myself. I guess I’ll see you at seven on Saturday?”

“You’ll see me before then, Prince Charming,” you grinned, relaxing as you fell into your normal morning routine with him. The sun was just starting to rise and you glanced over at it. “It’s gonna be a beautiful day, I think.”

“I think so too,” Sam replied, sounding surprised. “I’ll see you out there, then.”

Turning around, you tossed your empty cup into the trash can and linked arms with Charlie, glancing over your shoulder at Sam on your way out. He smiled when you met his eyes, and you suddenly had the feeling that maybe your early mornings at work wouldn’t be that bad after all.

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Writing Asks: 1, 13, 22, 44 💛

aaah thank you!!! Answers under the cut cuz u know I write a book when I answer stuff lol

1. What made you start writing?

That’s a funny one actually. I never had like, a real catalyst that made me, but there was like, a moment that made me want to keep doing it and try and make something out of it. That was about second grade, when we got those like, one sheet things shaped like other things to free write on? Lemme see if I can find a pic to put on here of one: 

Like this guy! and there’d be one for every season and the teacher gave you like an hour to free write? 

And without fail every time we got one I always had to ask for more than one page, and the teacher sometimes let me write into the next lesson, and after we got about midway through the year, she called me and my mum in after school to talk about these assignments. Me, with my undiagnosed anxiety at all of seven was in a blind panic and figured I’d somehow done them all wrong, even though I’d never gotten a bad grade on them. 

So we roll in, and I’m shocked to learn she loves my stories, thinks they are “very advanced” for someone my age (I remember that compliment exactly because I legit gave her a hug when she said it, and my teacher was thankfully sweet and chill and just hugged me back lol), and wants to try and nurture that ability in class more but also wanted to tell my mum, so she could do the same outside of class. 

That was the moment my little brain went ‘oh hey, I do really like writing and want to keep doing it. What the fuck’ except I was seven so it was probably heck instead of fuck. And I went on from there to promptly constantly get in trouble for writing in class, in the margins of my notes and in notebooks tucked underneath my class notebooks, and now here I am!

13. What’s your favorite trope? 

Oh man. I had to actually pull up TV Tropes for this, because I guess I never really actively think about it? I maybe should, but hadn’t really until right this minute!

and ngl I immediately thought of Sledgefu, so I’m gonna list a trope associated with that, which is Aroused By Their Voice (as listed by TV Tropes). I still have like, a whole thing I need to write about how Eugene both finds immense comfort in Snafu’s voice, but also when they first met, the accent just...did him in. He was lost. Let Snafu read every book ever to him, and he’d never move from his spot. To other people, upon first meeting a very happy and excited Snafu, might find the accent hard to understand right at first, but Eugene never had the issue. And the stronger Snaf’s accent, the stronger the absolutely doofy, lovey dovey smile on Eugene’s face. 

Outside of that particular ship, it’s also a trope that I myself fall for irl, so when it happens in media I’m just like ‘oh hey same hat’ and everyone likes something relatable. 

22.  How do you deal with writer’s block?

Depends on the day and my mood honestly. Like I’m still working through a major rough patch mentally rn, so even when I did write and wanted to write more I found myself not able to find the energy to do much. So I just...took a break. I haven’t written anything except one poem all week, and now that it’s the weekend I want to try writing again, but if it isn’t happening? Then I’ll step away and play a video game for a few hours and try again later. In moments like this, where my brain is focused on my depression so damn hard, this method usually eventually shakes the writing out of my brain and makes me get it down on paper. 

Other times, when my brain is in better shape, I usually just...make myself write? And tell myself that even if it sucks, even if I hate it at the moment, I’ll be setting it aside as soon as I have it done and can come back and edit it and finish it when I’m in a better state of mind. Sometimes it works, and I go back and finish it, but I also have like, ten drafts from this method that I can’t decide if I like enough to actually fix up. And maybe I never will, but at least I got the words out, I figure. 

44. Would you rather have your WIP adapted into a movie or TV show?

Oooh depends on the WIP.

 If Aten, I think it might be better as like, a short series? Netflix would probably snag it if I shopped it the right way to them. I wouldn’t want to rush it, but also I’m working on what’s going to be the last part and then I’m writing an epilogue, so I don’t know that it would ever fit to be movie length for a script. 

If like, any of my Sledgefu stuff, definitely TV series. That’s just working with the original parameters of the Pacific too, knowing that those characters fit best in the realm of a series. Plus, I could make a good number of seasons between everything I have written so far, the ideas I still have, and the AUs I have. Though I would not let it become a Supernatural, if the decline has happened then I’m not gonna like...keep dragging it on and make Joe and Rami keep filming this at ninety (except for maybe one forward flash to Snaf and Sledge as old and happy together, but there’s prosthetics make up for that, no need to keep it running until the actors are actually that old. That would be just cruel!)

My new Kingsman stuff? Definitely movie. Again, this goes with using the prior form of the art, but I just feel like it would work better and be more fun as a flashy movie. To include all the detail I want to add in, it would need to be longer movies, and more than one, but like...I don’t see the downside there lol. 

As for my other stuff...man. I could go on for ages talking and thinking about it honestly. And I have WIPs I haven’t even talked about on here that like...if I had the time, I would also write a script version of them, for film or TV. Netflix or someone get at me for script-writing is what I’m saying I guess. I’m eager and can be sustained with a 39 cent cup noodle pile in the writers’ room, so you’d be getting away fairly cheap. Hit me up!

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The Bridge of the Demonic Goatman (Part 1)

I thought of this a while back (specifically in the form of a hilarious mental image), and decided, “What the hell? I’m gonna write this.” It’s basically me combining two things I’m currently trash for (KISS and Buzzfeed Unsolved) into an AU, where my target audience is... well, me. On a side note, if you haven’t watched Buzzfeed Unsolved, I would definitely recommend it! It’s a great show, and they do episodes on true crime as well as supernatural cases. Here’s the link to the original episode if you want to watch it. Hope you enjoy!

Due to the sheer length of this story (it’s twenty fucking pages in the Word document), I’m going to have to post this in two parts. This is Part 1. Part 2 will go up tomorrow because it’s 11:30 PM rn and I’m too fucking tired to deal with this crap anymore.

Basic AU summary: It’s Buzzfeed Unsolved, but hosted by Paul Stanley, Gene Simmons, and Vinnie Vincent. Gene is the believer of the supernatural, Paul is the skeptic, and Vinnie is the neutral third party (although he does like to join Paul in messing with Gene when they’re on a ghost hunt). 

Commentary text: 

Paul

Gene

Vinnie (apparently Tumblr doesn’t offer yellow as a color)

Something said in unison (who says it will also be in parentheses)

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[cold open: camera is in the backseat of a car between the driver and passenger seats, looking through the windshield at the twilight sky. GENE is driving while PAUL is in the passenger seat. Soft haunting piano music plays over the footage]

PAUL: Almost there, Gene… you nervous?

GENE: I’ll probably be more nervous when we get there. How about you?

PAUL: [gestures out at the sunset] How can I be nervous with a sunset like that?

VINNIE: Ah, but remember, Paul. [camera cuts to VINNIE, who is sitting in the backseat] Eventually, the sun will be gone from the sky, leaving us in the foreboding dark of night. Then you’ll be nervous.

PAUL: [turns to look at Vinnie] How poetic.

VINNIE: Thank you.

PAUL: What about you, are you nervous?

VINNIE: Uh… [shrugs] kinda. I mean, we’re potentially going to see a demon.

PAUL: Potentially.

GENE: Don’t worry, Vin. I’ll protect ya.

VINNIE: You say that now, and yet if we actually see it, you’ll probably be cowering behind me and reciting the Lord’s Prayer.

GENE: How can I do that when you’re such a midget?

[Paul laughs. Vinnie leans forward and smacks Gene’s arm.]

[Smash cut: it is now nighttime. Gene, Paul, and Vinnie are now walking through a forest, the only light being from the flashlights coming from the night-vision cameras they are holding. Camera focuses on an old-looking wooden bridge with newer-looking red metal ledges. Gene shines his flashlight on a nearby sign that has text and the Texas state government symbol. The title reads OLD ALTON BRIDGE.]

GENE: Well, here it is. The bridge.

[Cut: Gene, Paul, and Vinnie are now standing at the foot of the bridge.]

GENE: Ready?

PAUL: Yep.

VINNIE: Yep.

GENE: … Paul, you go first.

PAUL: [scoffs at Gene and steps up onto the bridge] Okay.

VINNIE: [steps up onto the bridge and turns to Gene expectantly] C’mon, Gene.

GENE: [sighs then mumbles] God dammit… [slowly steps up onto the bridge]

VINNIE: [grinning at him] See, that wasn’t so hard.

GENE: Shut up, Vinnie.

[camera follows the three as they walk across the bridge, swinging their camera flashlights around. It is so dark that the only parts we can see of the bridge are what shows up in the beams of the flashlights; the rest can only be vaguely made out. Haunting music continues]

PAUL: I’ll be honest, I was kind of expecting something more… I dunno, intimidating, I guess? But no, this seems like a pretty standard bridge. [jumps up and down on it] Sturdy, too.

VINNIE: It’s a little scary, I guess. Though, the fact that we’re here when it’s nighttime probably has a factor in that. In the day time, this probably wouldn’t be scary at all.

[they reach the middle of the bridge]

GENE: Well, now that we’re on the bridge, I guess I should tell you why this bridge is so notorious.

[Vinnie nods]

PAUL: Okay. Enlighten us, Gene.

[haunting music stops. Gene stares at Paul, who looks calmly back at him]

GENE: Can you even look a little bit worried? Or just… you know what, never mind.

[Intro sequence, then title card]

[Gene, Paul, and Vinnie are now sitting on the foot of the bridge. From left to right: Gene, Vinnie, Paul]

VINNIE: This week on Buzzfeed Unsolved, we investigate Old Alton Bridge, aka the Goatman’s Bridge, as part of our ongoing investigation into the question, “Are ghosts real?”

GENE: [nods at the camera]

PAUL: [shakes his head at the camera]

VINNIE: [shrugs at the camera] Well, we may find out tonight. Gene?

GENE: Although that is our overall question, this bridge and the woods surrounding it are said to harbor something much more sinister than ghosts.

PAUL: [sounding maybe too light given the context] Demons!

GENE: [rolls his eyes but nods] Yeah, demons. As we’ve stated before, I will only consent to one demon episode per season, and this is that episode.

PAUL: You look pretty nervous. [looks to the camera and points at Gene] I dunno if you guys can tell, but Gene is looking pretty nervous right now. He’s just good enough of an actor that only Vinnie and I can tell.

VINNIE: I think we’re all a little nervous, to be fair. Just sitting on the foot of the bridge is making me feel slightly nervous. [pause in which he looks over at Gene and laughs] You’ve got kind of a glazed look, Genie.

GENE: I just—okay, I am getting kind of nervous. Let’s just get this over with.

PAUL: All right. Let’s get to the background stuff so we can dive right into the summoning part and see if any of us get possessed and/or murdered.

[Gene and Vinnie stare at him]

GENE: … Please don’t put it like that, Paul.

[Paul laughs]

[screen cuts away from the three to a black background with the shape of the state of Texas in white. Text and images appear on screen as Gene’s voice narrates]

GENE [voiceover]: In 1884, Old Alton Bridge was built in Denton, Texas, to connect the town of Alton to Denton. Alton was an extremely small town that consisted of only one person when it was established in 1848.

Wait, there was only one person in the entire town?

Yep.

Seriously? One person? And that was enough for it to be a town?

Yeah. One person.

*wheeze* Ha ha, that’s great.

Also, isn’t Denton the town from Rocky Horror Picture Show? The one Brad and Janet are from?

Oh yeah, it is! Oh my God, what if we did the Time Warp on the bridge?

Oh hell yeah, let’s do that!

*sigh* Dammit.

(Paul and Vinnie) Janet!

It was chosen as the legal center of Denton County. After the county seat was moved to Denton, residents of Alton moved to other towns, and Alton eventually disappeared. Today, the bridge is no longer permitted for vehicle use. But lucky for us, the bridge is available for pedestrian crossing.

*snorts* “Lucky for us”… the sarcasm.

You’re a master of sarcasm, Genie. 

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[Paul, Gene, and Vinnie are standing by the parked car. The trunk is open, and Gene is rummaging through the contents of the trunk while Paul and Vinnie watch]

PAUL: I swear I’m not trying to scare you, Gene, but… I genuinely am getting a bad feeling about this place.

GENE: I am not listening to you, Paul.

PAUL: No, I’m actually serious this time! Vinnie, you can tell I’m serious, right?

VINNIE: I mean, I am getting kind of a bad feeling as well…

GENE: Don’t worry, guys. [straightens up] I came prepared tonight. [starts to unbuckle his belt]

VINNIE: I’m flattered, Genie, but I thought we were hunting down a demon. Plus, Paulie’s with us. And what would Shannon think?

GENE: [stops and stares at him in confusion] What would she think about… [he slowly realizes what Vinnie means] No! Not like that, Vinnie!

[Paul laughs. Vinnie smirks at Gene]  

GENE: Both of you shut up, that’s not what I meant at all! I mean I brought protection!

VINNIE: [grinning] Oh, well at least we won’t have to worry about that. I still think the setting is rather inappropriate, though.

[Paul continues to laugh]

GENE: I mean—I didn’t—shut the fuck up! This is what I’m talking about!

[Gene holds up a leather holster. In the holster is a squirt gun made of blue plastic]

PAUL: [stares at it, then bursts out laughing again] What the hell, Gene?

VINNIE: [trying not to laugh] Gene… why do you have a squirt gun?

GENE: [talking as he attaches the holster to his belt] It’s filled with holy water. I thought of it yesterday. It started out as a joke, but then I thought about it, and it’s actually a pretty good idea.

PAUL: [still laughing] You’re going to protect yourself against a dangerous demon… with a squirt gun filled with holy water?

GENE: Laugh all you want, Paul, but at least I’ll be safe from any demon that tries to sneak up on us. Just think, our backs will be turned, the demon’s sneaking up on us… [acts out this scene] I’ll just go, “Hey, guys, look at these bushes—[whirls around and whips out his squirt gun] freeze, demon!”

VINNIE: Smart.

GENE: I know, right?

--

GENE [voiceover]: Obviously, we didn’t travel all the way down to Texas to observe just a plain old bridge. What brings us to Old Alton Bridge is the meaning of its nickname, “the Goatman’s Bridge.” There are many legends of bridges acting as gateways to another realm, and perhaps this bridge is one of those gateways. Old Alton Bridge and the surrounding woods are said to harbor a dark entity: a demon, that is half-goat and half-man. The Goatman is said to have, quote, “glowing empty eyes” and goat-like horns. The reason for this entity’s existence is unknown, but has many iterations. One common story is that Satanists have carried out rituals on the bridge, that opened the door for this demon and perhaps many others.

There are actually records of people practicing rituals in the forest and on the bridge.

Really?

Yeah.

Oh, so your kind of people.

My kind of—how am I a Satanist?

Because you believe in all the crap they believe in.

Yeah but—I don’t go around performing rituals to summon demons. I respect it, and stay away from it. That’s completely different.

Okay, you’re right about that. That’s fair.

You also go to the synagogue.

*snorts* Yeah, I also go to the synagogue.

GENE [voiceover]: Another popular story is that a successful African American goat farmer was lynched and hanged on the bridge by Klansmen, returning from the dead as the Goatman.

Fuckin’ assholes…

Do we know why they lynched him?

Yeah, because he was African American and he was doing better than them. That’s it. That’s why.

… Okay, fair enough.

Yeah, that’s fair.

GENE [voiceover]: If this story is true, then it would explain why the Goatman looks as it does, since once again, the African American was a goat farmer. However, there are no records of an African American goat farmer living or even existing in that area anywhere in the 1930s or in prior decades. Furthermore, if this story is true, then the Goatman would simply be the ghost of the goat farmer, instead of a demon like the Goatman has been claimed to be. Additionally, demons are preternatural beings, and therefore not human.

So you don’t think the Goatman’s the goat farmer.

Uh, no, I don’t. See, the thing is, if it was just the ghost of the goat farmer, then the Goatman would be just…

A man.

Yeah, just a man. There really wouldn’t be any reason for him to become some version of a Minotaur.

Yeah, that makes sense.

However, the fact that it’s half man and half goat makes it more likely that it’s a demon.

Plus, aren’t there medieval drawings showing Satan with goat legs?

Yeah, that too.

I just have to object to one thing you said. You said it was some version of a Minotaur.

And?

And that is a false statement. A Minotaur is half-man-half-BULL.

Oh—Oh, well excuse me—

Then it would be the BULLman.

—Mr. Greek Mythology Expert.

Paul, you don’t even think the GOATman is real, why are you so stuck on details?

I’m just trying to make sure everything that’s said is accurate.

You wouldn’t think it was real even if it WAS the Bullman.

That’s true. I wouldn’t think it’s the Bullman. I’d think it’s BullSHIT.

*laughter*

GENE [voiceover]: But tonight, our goal is not to find out why this demon exists. Tonight, our goal is to make contact and try to catch footage of this elusive and dangerous demon, as proof that it is real. We can only hope that this evidence does not come at a great cost…

--

[cut to Paul, Vinnie, and Gene walking on the bridge]

PAUL: Are there any demons here with us? Perhaps a demon formerly known as the Goatman?

VINNIE: Prince reference?

PAUL: Yeah, thanks for noticing.

GENE: Let your presence be known… say something… make a noise…

PAUL: Throw us off the bridge…

GENE: Shut up, Paul. [speaks aloud] Why are you on this bridge?

[silence]

GENE: One of you ask it something.

PAUL: Why are you on this bridge?

[Gene rolls his eyes at Paul while Vinnie snickers]

PAUL: [in a dramatic voice] Goatman! [still silence] Nothing’s happening.

VINNIE: Well, obviously.

PAUL: What if we try yelling at it?

GENE: What?

PAUL: I mean, what if we try and agitate it? To try and bring it out?

VINNIE: Like, egg it into showing itself?

PAUL: Yeah!

VINNIE: Yeah, that could work! Can I do it with you?

PAUL: Yeah, let’s do it. Gene—

GENE: I’m just gonna… gonna let you guys do it. I don’t wanna be part of what you guys are doing.

PAUL: Okay.

VINNIE: Yeah, you stay out of it, that way if anything happens to us you can call our families.

PAUL: You want to go first?

VINNIE: No, you go first.

PAUL: Okay… [a few beats of pause] Fuck you, Goatman!

GENE: Oh my God—

VINNIE: Oh, we’re just gonna go all-out? Okay, let me try. [shouts] Hey! Hey, Goatman! You’re no good, Goatman!

PAUL: You’ll never be shit!

VINNIE: You’re just like your father!

GENE: Oh for fuck’s sake—

PAUL: Goatman! [starts dancing in place] See that? I’m dancing on your bridge!

GENE: Paul!

VINNIE: [also starts dancing] We’re dancing on your bridge because we don’t believe in you! Fuck you, Goatman!

PAUL: This is our bridge now! We claim this bridge for ourselves!

GENE: Jesus Christ, we’re gonna die—

VINNIE: You want us off this bridge? You’re gonna have to kill us! Whatcha gonna do, throw us off the bridge?

GENE: He did throw someone off the bridge once.

PAUL: Nah, he’s not gonna throw us off the bridge, y’know why? [shouts] ‘Cause he’s a CHICKEN! [starts clucking like a chicken]

GENE: I swear to God, both of you…

VINNIE: Paulie, c’mere. [they start doing a tango] See that, Goatman? We’re dancing on your bridge!

PAUL: We disrespect your bridge, Goatman!

GENE: Oh, for Christ’s sake—he’s taking names right now, you two.

PAUL: You ain’t shit, Goatman! We own your bridge now!

VINNIE: You hear that, Goatman?

PAUL: Me, Vinnie Vincent, and Gene Simmons own your bridge!

GENE: Paul, don’t you dare loop me into your shit. Stop it.

PAUL: Well, tell him you’re not part of it!

GENE: [speaks aloud] I’m not part of this! Okay? They’re just being assholes.

PAUL: You’re talking to Goatman now. [Paul and Vinnie grin at him]

GENE: … You son of a bitch—

VINNIE: Goatman entrapment, Genie, you’ve been caught. [high-fives Paul] Goatman!

GENE: Guys, stop it.

PAUL: This is our bridge now, Goatman! [Paul and Vinnie continue dancing and jumping up and down on the bridge]

GENE: I swear to God, you two—

VINNIE: They’re gonna write OUR names in graffiti!

GENE: If something appears and kills you, I’m not giving your eulogies.

PAUL: People will come here and tell tales of US!

PAUL and VINNIE: What do ya say to that, Goatman?

[silence]

GENE: I hate you both.

--

GENE [voiceover]: People have reported a growling voice telling them to “get off the bridge.” One person said that after he and his friend heard the voice, he ran off the bridge while his friend stayed. He then watched as his friend was seemingly dragged off the bridge and thrown into the river below. People have also heard hooves following them across the bridge, as if they were being chased off. It’s often said that the Goatman can be conjured by knocking three times on the bridge.

--

[on the bridge, Gene goes up to one side of the bridge and hesitantly raises a fist]

GENE: All right. I’m gonna… knock three times on the bridge… and we’ll see what happens.

PAUL: What if the Goatman bites your hand off?

GENE: Paul—

PAUL: And then he stuffs it in your mouth and makes you eat it?

[Gene and Vinnie stare at him]

VINNIE: … What the fuck, Paul?

PAUL: What? He might do that. He’s a demon.

GENE: Fuck you, Paul. You’re making this worse.

PAUL: Fine, sorry.

GENE: [turns back to the side of the bridge] Okay… here we go…

[Gene knocks on the side of the bridge three times. They all stand back]

GENE: Now it’s said that when you do that, you can see his glowing eyes. [glances around]

PAUL: [laughing] What a load of horseshit…

VINNIE: Quiet, Paul.

[silence. Nothing happens]

GENE: Well, I’m not doing it again. Either of you want to?

VINNIE: [shrugs] I’ll do it. [goes up to the side and knocks three times. Steps back.]

[silence again. Nothing happens]

VINNIE: All right, Paul, now you do it.

[Paul goes up to the side and raises his fist. Then he stops and looks around in a theatrical way]

GENE: For fuck’s sake, Paul, just do it!

PAUL: [shrugs] Hey, Goatman! [knocks three times]

[silence again. All three look around. The camera passes over parts of the bridge]

PAUL: You know, if you want me off this bridge, you’re gonna have to throw me off.

[still silence. Nothing happens. There is a long stretch in which none of them move or speak]

GENE: Okay, we’re done with that. Let’s go into the woods.

VINNIE: We’re going into the woods?

GENE: Yep. Let’s go.

[they all turn and start to walk off the bridge. Paul turns around and looks out into the darkness]

PAUL: We’ll be back, Goatman. After all, this is our bridge now.

VINNIE: Yeah, remember that, Goatman.

GENE: Would you both shut up?

PAUL: That’s how you get them to come out, Gene.

GENE: That’s not how you get them to come out, that’s how you get them to kill you.

PAUL: Assuming you don’t kill me first, right?

GENE: Exactly.

To be continued in Part 2!

[auroraphilealis]

just a small list of fic recs

Earlier this morning my friends asked for some fake dating phan AU fics and I realized that making a fic rec list might be a good way to show some appreciation for fanfic author appreciation day!

I don’t have all day free like I wish, so I asked my friends for a few smaller catagories that I could shift through and find a few fics to rec from, that way I can get a good mix of fics for people to enjoy, and find as many authors as possible to thank! 

Of course, I can’t possibly have read every fic out there ever, so if you aren’t on here that’s no like, disrespect to you or anything. Every single person whose ever written and posted a fanfic deserves to be recognized and loved for what they’ve produce for us, so just know that I appreciate every single one of you, on or off this list!

To add to this, I tired to pick some older, or smaller works that people may have not seen before to give the authors a little lift if possible :)

Without further ado, below you’ll find some fic recs and author appreciation below !

Fake Relationship:

Our Threadbare Lies - @ramonaspeaks -  Dan is eighteen years old and newly single. He's ready to come out to his family but he thinks it would be a hell of a lot easier if he had a boyfriend to help him through it.

This is like one of my all time favorite fake relationship fics of all time. Honestly it was so well done and really realistic and the writing is just superb. I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I’ve re-read this fic, (as well as most of the authors other works) because it was just so well done, so thank you, thank you, THANK YOU to the author for all the hard work they put into it! On top of that, it holds really, really close to 2009 timeline (as we know it) and manages to make things work that might not have worked in their AU if they weren’t so smart about it

Maybe, Possibly - @cafephan -  Phil’s mother is adamant that he should be settling down, so invites one of his turbulent exes to an annual family get-together the following day. In a moment of panic, he tells her he’s already dating someone. With no other options, he turns to Dan.

aldjflkas I fucking love this fic so freaking much. I’ve read it like ten million times. Everytime it shows up on my dash I open it to read it again. It’s just really funny and sweet in a strange way, and captures an essence of dnp that I really enjoy. I like how easy it is for dnp to pretend to be together in this fic, and how easy it is for them to then transition to ACTUALLY being together. It’s the perfect kind of non-dramatic get together fake relationship AU ever and I really, really do love it. Again, massive thank you to the author!

friends dont treat me like you do - @internetakeover (i think i got your @ right) -  Why had Dan agreed to this? Pretending to be Phil’s boyfriend at his ex’s wedding had seemed like a nice idea at first, a way to meet some of Phil’s old university friends while helping him avoid humiliation, but already Dan’s on edge. If Dan allows himself to relax for a day, lets himself watch Phil as much as he wants, touch Phil as much as he wants, carry on their flirtatious banter when normally he’d laugh it off... he’s worried about what Phil might see.

I ended up re-reading this after I stumbled across it again just now hahaha I really love this fic. It’s super cute and a little sappy cause WEDDING FIC but that’s what makes it so worth the read. I love that both Dan and Phil realize how easy their relationship is, and the fact that they’ve technically been dating for a long time and that they love each other. I love that they realize this the way that they do, and it just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, so thank you so much to the author <3

Asexuality

Between Us - @winteredspark who doesnt appear to have a tumblr :( - "I think I'm asexual," Dan breathes against the crook of Phil's neck, blinking back tears.There's a pause, then -"Nice to meet you, asexual. I'm Phil," says Phil.

This is the asexual fic that helped me to realize that I’m asexual and that asexuality is a spectrum that isn’t limited to one version or another. I remember leaving a really long thoughtout comment to the author but I can’t not rec it here as well. It’s just such an amazing asexuality fic and it’s a little bit of a different take not it considering the character exists on a different part of the spectrum than most ace fics portray. I will always be grateful to this author for this fic!

let’s save up for something new - @deletablebird -  Phil wakes up shivering the morning of October 19th, 2009. Today is the day he meets Dan. Fluff, 3.5k

I love this author with my whole heart and I’ve read everything they’ve written lol. This is just a really, really cute and lovely take on 2009 with the asexual aspect included and it really made my heart happy, so thank you so so much for this fic!

Theater

Disguises - @ramonaspeaks -  Phil auditions for a play at a local theater and meets Dan, who spends most of his time acting whether he’s on stage or off.

Again, another fic from one of my favorite authors of all time. This is like my actual favorite theater au of all time. I am completely in love with the whole thing. It feels so real, and their characters are so well fleshed out, and each scene is just actually fantastic. I solidly recommend this one and I am soooo thankful to the author for bringing it into existence!

just touched down in london town - @phanetixs - "Hamilton is actually really nice and the plot is very interesting and okay, well, there’s this guy."In which, London is not as bad in the summer, a cute guy dies considerably in Act III and Phil has actually lucked out for once.

Look not only do I stalk all of this authors fics, but this is one of my all time favorites of theirs. They managed to take an idea that almost seems ludicrous and make it into something not only super hot, but super realistic and really, really, really fun. I absolutely adore this fic and I give you all the kudos my wonderful author. Thank you for writing such a wonderful au!

Which as they kiss, consume - @irrevocablys which for some reason it wont tag you :( -  Dan’s an aspiring actor, and Phil’s so over studying Romeo and Juliet.

This was one of my first theater au’s and I truly adore it. its just like got this super cute undertone to it thats incredibly wonderful? I just love the way the characters interact and the ease and flow of the writing <3 thank you for giving us something so beautful

Supernatural Elements

Ride with the moon in the dead of night - @mooksie01 -Phil seriously needs to buy some allergy medicine or something. Or at least open a window next time he performs a demonic ritual. He wouldn't have thought that one little sneeze could've messed up a spell so bad, but now he has a demon on his hands and only six days to get rid of it before he's stuck with it forever....And maybe the demon is acting like a total cinnamon roll, but Phil is positive that it's all just an elaborate ruse.

ajdlsfkjasdlkjfls omfg I love this fic so much. I actually adore fics with supernatural elements in them and this is one of those fics that always stands out to me. It’s just really hilarious and well written and is just overall a fun take on witch phil. I just, i really love it, and I’m so grateful it exists. Thank you wonderful author <3

Reflections of the Heart - @butterflyphil - “Being told to dress up in a dinosaur onesie and have cereal catapulted at your face is a little odd. Waking up to find that you and your best friend have switched bodies? That’s fucking bizarre.”(Or, the multi-chaptered, slightly smutty bodyswap fic that no one asked for. Featuring whiny/annoying!Dan, sassy/beguiling!Phil, unintentional innuendos, intentional innuendos, unnecessary kitchen supplies, and just a pinch of magic).

UHM, THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVE FICS? Lol. I just really freaking love body swap fic and you did such a good job with this fic. it’s honestly just super fun and a little hot and really cute and beautiful overall. I really just, really cant thank you enough for this fic and rec it really really highly!

Vampires & Werewolfs

High - @icandigelvis -  Just the ordinary story of Dan and Phil, except one little detail. Phil isn't human in this one. Expect biting, bickering, playlist live, blood, bad jokes and sex.

ajdslfkjasl listen I love vampire fic and this one is just so good. it’s so true to dnp’s personalities and just like, accurate to who they’d be tbh. And like, the fact that it sticks so close to reality aside from the vampire difference is what makes it even better so thank you so much to the lovely author for writing it. It’s everything I ever needed and more from a vampire fic

Taking Every Chance I’ve Got All - @nagirci - Dan wanted was to get drunk, really. Have a good time, meet a few new people. He didn’t really think about getting involved with someone as dangerous as Phil Lester (someone as cold, as pale and, well, as not alive), and he definitely didn’t think that one trip out to a bar would change his life forever.

This is like a really older fic that’s from one of the first phandom big bangs but it’s one of my first favorite vampire fics of all time as well and it’s just. really good and really well thought and the collaboration work on it is incredibly flawless. I honeslty would tell anyone to read it at any time because it comes together so well

Sharp Teeth - @theshyauthor -  AmazingPhil is a Youtuber and a vampire and according to Dan Howell, he is the nicest person to exist. From their first meeting in 2009 all the way to that one incident in the elevator at the BBC, this is their story.

Again this is just such a good take on 2009 and the reality of dnp with added vampirism tossed in. Plus the author is a beautiful wonderful person and I really enjoy their writing so its a total please go read this kind of fic x3 Thank you darling for writing something so wonderful <3

be sure to ring the doorbell - @frostbittencheeks -  Dan’s a tired sports reporter, Phil’s a friendly vampire with no real sense of boundaries and a propensity for bad Dracula jokes as well as leaving his unconscious victims in Dan’s kitchen. This isn’t how Dan thought courtship goes, but he’ll take it.

Can you tell I love vampire fics? This one is so well done, I literally re-read it constantly. I love the whole idea behind it, specifically the fact that Phil’s version of courtship is literally ridiculous and he doesn’t even think that they need to talk about it hahahaha I just love how funny and adorable it is and it’s just totally worth a few minutes of your time

a puppy sort of love - @symmetricdnp -  Dan's supposedly a werewolf. Phil has doubts.

I honestly want to beg this person to write me more of this fic cause the permise is just that good. There are so few werewolf fics in the phandom, and especially ones that are this cute, thoughout , and well written. I absolutely adore this fic and I totally rec it to all of you. The author is wonderful, thank you so much for writing this fic <3

Blind

It’s the blue of your eyes, and the way you’re scared, love - @glitteraccent Soulmate (Color)! & Blind!Phil  au 

Okay but like this story always sticks out in my memory and I think on it often. It’s one of my all time favorite soulmate au’s and blind au’s, because it was just structured so well and the characters make your heart fall for them really, really fast. I love this author and tumblr wont tag them, but reblog their fic and give them all the love in the world!