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avocado-writing · 8 months ago

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i neeeed smth silly with wade and his s/o having a stereotypical teenage girls' sleepover- painting their nails, gossiping about boys (logan) and trying to style wade's wack ass wig.

sigh unfortunately i am in love with The Idiot

Honestly? You’re pretty fucking happy.

Wade is incredibly attentive. A goofball, sure, and the kinda guy to take things a little too far sometimes - but he can always tell when there’s something wrong. You’ve been far too stressed. Work has been getting you down, too much pressure with not enough appreciation, and it just feels like you’re being ground into the dirt by someone’s heel. Your usual enthusiasm when you come home has been ablated and you’ve barely been able to give Wade a smile recently.

So tonight, when you walk in with gloom heavy around you, you’re pleasantly surprised when the apartment is lit with candles and your favourite album is playing quietly on the stereo. Wade looks up from where he’s judging between two facemasks.

“Okay, we can go with ‘jasmine tranquillity’ or ‘rose seduction’. I’m feeling ‘rose seduction’, but maybe that’s because sensuality is my middle name. Well, one of my middle names. Wade Winston Sensuality Wilson.”

You put your work bag down and fix him with the smile which can’t help rising over your face.

“What’s all this?”

“I couldn’t have my pookie ending their week on a bum note. I co-opted the place for ourselves tonight.”

“And Logan doesn’t care? Al?”

“Out drinking and at bridge, respectively. I’ll let you guess which one’s where.”

The image of your gruffest housemate sitting across from three retirees while playing cards makes you snort, and Wade knows he’s got you.

Now? Now the facemask is smelling the room with soft perfume and you’re swilling your Merlot around in its glass, watching as Wade holds one of your bare feet in his lap and carefully applies red to your nails. There are curlers in your hair but none in his wig, because god knows you refuse to touch that thing any more than you absolutely have to.

“This wine is nice,” you hum, slightly buzzed from the two glasses you’ve already had.

“It’s not, it was ten dollars, but once you’ve had enough you stop noticing that it tastes like ass,” he replies. Yeah, okay, he’s right. You down the rest of it and lean back against the sofa, watching him work as your vision swims a little.

“You’re really good at this,” you hum. Wade doesn’t tear his eyes away from where he’s applying varnish in neat, diligent strokes.

“I can sever a guy’s spine through his first and second lumbar vertebrae from thirty feet away. I’ve got steady hands, babe.” As easily as if he was commenting on the weather he holds up a small tray of press-on decals. “Now, do you want the little apples or the little cherries?”

You snort, gleeful. “Oh my god Wade, did you get those from Claire’s?”

“Yes I did. I went into Claire’s today because I’m confident in my masculinity and it’s a wonderful, joyous place to be.”

“… did Laura go in with you so you wouldn’t feel weird?”

“Yukio. I’m picking the cherries,” he decides with an air of finality. You cradle your woozy head in your arms and sigh, happily.

“I love you, Wade.”

Finally he looks up, his face melting into a smile.

“Yeah, I love you too. Now do you wanna watch Definitely, Maybe or Bridget Jones tonight?”

“Bridget Jones. You get weird when we watch the other one.”

“Heh, yeah,” he agrees.

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pinkusmaximus · 7 months ago

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So many “taking care of Logan after a long day” fics exist. Why not Wade?

Wade, who is canonically in constant chronic pain due to cancer ripping apart his cells and then being knitted back together by his healing factor. Who, in the comics, isn’t just scarred, but constantly has open wounds on every plane of his body. Whose brain is constantly being literally eaten by cancer and replaced and is tumultuous in his emotions at best (bipolar girly here, relatable). Who so desperately tries to be a good guy when he knows it matters the most. Who throws his all into protecting the people he holds dearest to him. Who is, in reality, doing one of the only jobs that accommodates his conditions, and is still doing it to take out people he believes are causing others harm.

Doesn’t he deserve to be greeted with a warm, reassuring hug and a soft kisses to his features? To be helped out of his suit as his body succumbs to the mounting exhaustion and relief at being at home, taken to a warm (but not hot) bath with a soothing soak blend you’d carefully researched to ease the discomfort of the ever-changing landscape of hills and valleys in his flesh? He knows you know that they don’t help him heal and certainly doesn’t prevent them from reappearing, but he likes to believe (or pretend) that it eases the itch and ache, if only for just a little while.

He likes it when you sit with him, asking gently probing questions about your day to get you talking and less concerned about him. And he likes hearing about your day, the mundane and even routine things that he lacks. He likes it when you offer to help wash the blood off of him, knowing that your careful hands will be gently massaging away at his aching muscles. It’s one of the few times he’s really quiet; letting your hands work off the red to leave behind Wade, just Wade.

When you help him out of the bath, leaving him to the bedroom with his favorite pajama pants and one of seemingly unending shirts with phrases like I GOT MY CLIT PIERCED AT CLAIRE’S or I MAY BE STUPID, you return to the kitchen to take dinner out of the oven. Some kind of one-sheet-pan recipe you’d looked up earlier in the day while you were at work. Whatever it is, it smells amazing from in the bedroom, and he quickly comes out to wrap his arms around your waist and lean over your shoulder to take a deeper whiff, calling you Martha Stewart and Guy Fieri’s bastard scandal child or asking if you were extracted straight out of Gordon Ramsey’s left nut.

You have a lovely dinner with Wade singing your praises the entire time, and god, it knocks him right out. Do not let that man go sit on the couch after a good, filling meal like that, because that is where he will pass out and you couldn’t move him with a forklift. Take him by both hands, lead him into the bedroom, get him on the bed (let him make his comments, they are unavoidable whether he’s horny or not), turn the lights off, and crawl under the covers with him. Press your body as close to his as possible; he’ll probably want to be skin to skin if he can stay awake long enough to get you both out of your clothes. And to perhaps everyone’s surprise except yours, it’s really not all that sexual in nature. He finds the smoothness of your skin soothing against his own, and he runs a little cold, so he finds refuge in the warmth you provide. He likes to pull the covers up to your noses and kiss you under the blankets like you’re hiding some big secret, making you giggle as he shushes you to keep quiet.

His favorite place to sleep on nights like this is with his ear against your chest; the sound of your heart still beating and your lungs still pulling in air is a great comfort to him. If it’s comfortable, he’ll want to fall asleep with your fingers lazily entwined, and pro tip— he finds it incredibly relaxing to have you run your fingertips along his palm, down his wrist and up in the inside of his forearm then all the way back down until he falls asleep. Congratulations, you’ve got yourself a content and quiet Wade all to yourself until morning. Enjoy it. Make sure you kiss his cheeks and nose and forehead while you’re at it; it makes him smile in his sleep.

#wade wilson #wade wilson x reader #wade wilson x you #deadpool #deadpool x reader #deadpool x you #sfw #fluff #deadpool and wolverine

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dearlenore · 6 days ago

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OVER THE FENCE. / S.REID / SUMMARY - Spencer meets a reckless farmer’s daughter

PAIRING: country!reader x spencer reid / w/c: 3.0k / fluff

a/n: as a country girl this was very healing to my soul, I’m obsessed with country reader so expect more of this

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THE SUN WAS beginning to dip behind the rolling fields, casting everything in a warm golden glow as the BAU’s SUVs rumbled down the long dirt driveway. The scent of fresh hay and earth filled the air, a stark contrast to the exhaust fumes and concrete they were used to.

Spencer adjusted his satchel as he stepped out of the vehicle, squinting at the sprawling farm ahead. The house was picturesque—white with pale green shutters, a wraparound porch adorned with potted flowers, and a wooden porch swing gently swaying in the breeze. A golden retriever lay stretched out on the steps, lifting its head lazily at their arrival but making no move to bark or greet them.

The screen door creaked open before anyone could knock. A tall, broad-shouldered man stepped out first, wiping his hands on a rag before stuffing it into the pocket of his worn jeans. His weathered face held a welcoming, albeit wary, expression. Right behind him, a woman appeared, brushing flour off her apron and tucking a stray curl behind her ear. Her eyes, sharp yet kind, flickered between the team members with quiet curiosity.

“You must be the FBI,” the man said, stepping forward. His voice was deep and steady, the kind of voice that had given orders for decades without ever needing to raise it.

Hotch nodded. “We appreciate you letting us stay on your property while we investigate.”

The woman—Claire, as she introduced herself—waved a hand. “It’s no trouble. We’re happy to help.”

Her husband, Wade, nodded in agreement. “Though I gotta say, we don’t usually get law enforcement out here unless somebody’s stolen a tractor. They’re mostly around for domestic disputes or when someone’s horses done ran off.”

Morgan smirked. “That happen often, the whole tractor thing?”

Claire huffed a quiet laugh. “More than you’d think.”

Before anyone could respond, the faint sound of footsteps on dirt caught Spencer’s attention. He turned his head just in time to see someone rounding the corner of the barn, walking toward them with an easy grace.

You.

You were wiping your hands on a cloth, your soft sundress swaying slightly in the breeze. Your hair was pulled back in a loose, effortless way, though a few wisps had escaped to frame your face. There was something gentle about you, something warm and inviting, yet as your eyes flickered over the group, there was also a quiet strength beneath the softness.

“Ah,” Wade said with a chuckle. “And here’s our daughter.”

You slowed to a stop beside your mother, looking between the team members before offering a small, polite smile. “Nice to meet y’all. I’m Y/N.”

Spencer immediately took note of your voice—soft, sweet, with a slight accent that curled around the edges of your words.

“Pleasure to meet you,” Hotch said, ever professional.

Your gaze lingered on Spencer for a second longer than the others, as if sizing him up, before shifting back to the rest of the team. “I reckon you’ll be wantin’ a tour of the place?”

Wade nodded. “Your mother and I will finish getting supper ready. Why don’t you show a couple of ‘em around?”

You hesitated for only a moment before nodding. “Alright. If you’ll follow me.”

As the team started to split up, Morgan nudged Spencer. “C’mon, Pretty Boy. Let’s go see the farm.”

Spencer adjusted his satchel once more and followed behind as you led them down the dirt path, past the house and toward the barn. The sun bathed everything in soft amber light, and the scent of hay and wildflowers lingered in the air.

“You grew up here?” Spencer asked, glancing at you.

You nodded. “Born and raised. My family’s had this land for generations.”

Morgan whistled. “Bet that’s a lotta work.”

You smiled slightly. “It is, but I don’t mind. I love it here.”

Spencer watched as you reached out absently, brushing your fingers along a wooden fence as you walked. Everything about you was effortless—your movements, your voice, the way you seemed so at home among the fields.

As they reached the sheep enclosure, you stopped, resting your hands lightly on the fence. A few sheep wandered close, bleating softly.

Spencer hesitated before asking, “Do you name them?”

You turned your head toward him, amusement dancing in your eyes. “Some of ‘em. That one there is Daisy.”

Spencer followed your gaze to a fluffy white sheep staring directly at him. He adjusted his glasses. “She seems… observant.”

Morgan chuckled. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of sheep, man.”

“I’m not afraid of them,” Spencer defended quickly, though he took a small step back when Daisy let out a particularly loud bleat.

You laughed softly, and Spencer couldn’t help but notice how nice it sounded—light and airy, like a breeze through the trees.

“Don’t worry,” you said, tilting your head at him. “She won’t bite.”

“I’m more concerned about headbutting,” Spencer admitted.

You grinned. “Fair concern. Sheep can be a little pushy if they think you’ve got food. And she’s awfully headstrong, I think we get each-other.”

Morgan smirked. “You got any farm experience, Genius?”

Spencer shook his head. “Not… exactly.”

“Well,” you said playfully, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. “Guess we’ll have to change that while you’re here.”

Spencer wasn’t sure what it was about you—the way you spoke, the way your eyes lit up when you talked about the farm—but something about you was… different.

And he had a feeling that, case or not, he wasn’t going to forget this place anytime soon.

The farmhouse was quiet, save for the distant sounds of crickets and the occasional rustling of trees in the breeze. Spencer lay on the cot in the guest room, staring at the ceiling, the faint creak of the old wooden beams filling the silence. He had always struggled with sleep in unfamiliar places, but tonight felt particularly restless.

Maybe it was the sheer openness of the countryside, the way the darkness stretched on for miles with no city lights to interrupt it. Or maybe, if he was being honest with himself, it was you.

He had spent the evening watching you interact with your family, with the animals, with the land itself. You moved like you belonged there in a way Spencer knew he never could. And yet, something about you fascinated him, drew him in like an unsolved equation he desperately wanted to understand.

With a sigh, he sat up, running a hand through his hair before deciding to step outside.

The cool night air greeted him as he padded down the wooden steps of the porch. The sky above was breathtaking—unpolluted by city lights, it stretched endlessly, littered with stars brighter than any he had ever seen.

He hadn’t expected to find you awake, but there you were, perched on the other side of the sheep’s fence, one leg slightly bent, the other dangling freely as you tilted your head back toward the sky. A glass bottle dangled from your fingers, catching the moonlight.

Spencer hesitated before stepping closer. “Couldn’t sleep either?”

You turned your head at his voice, a soft smile forming when you saw him. “Guess not.”

He leaned against the wooden fence, eyeing the bottle in your hand. “What are you drinking?”

You swirled the liquid slightly. “Just some whiskey… it’s not very good.”

Spencer frowned slightly. “Drinking alone in the middle of the night? That doesn’t seem very safe.”

You chuckled softly, the sound light and lazy. “Been doin’ it for years. Don’t worry, pretty boy. Besides it’s making me nauseous already.”

He sighed, studying you carefully. Your eyes were clear, your movements steady. You weren’t slurring or stumbling, just… relaxed.

You lifted the bottle slightly in offering. “Want some?”

He shook his head. “No, I—uh, I don’t really drink much.”

You smirked. “Figures.”

Spencer huffed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You shrugged. “You don’t strike me as the type to let loose. Too much goin’ on in that big brain of yours.”

Spencer adjusted his glasses, lips pressing into a thin line. “That’s…not true.”

You tilted your head. “Oh? Prove it.”

He opened his mouth, then promptly closed it. “That’s not really uhm how that works.” He let out a breathy laugh.

You laughed, setting the bottle down on the grass beside you. “Relax, Spencer. I’m just teasin’.”

He watched as you leaned back on your hands, gazing up at the sky again.

“You ever seen stars like this before?” you asked.

He followed your gaze. “No. Not like this.”

There was a long, comfortable silence before you spoke again, voice quieter this time. “I used to come out here when I was little. Whenever I was upset, or just needed to think. There’s somethin’ real humbling about it, you know? Makes you feel small, but not in a bad way. Just… like you’re part of somethin’ bigger.”

Spencer studied you, the way your features softened in the moonlight, the way your fingers absently traced patterns on the wooden beam.

“I can see why you love it here,” he admitted.

You smiled, turning to look at him. “I can see why you don’t.”

He blinked. “What?”

You chuckled. “Come on, pretty boy. You’re smart, a little awkward, a little high-strung. I bet you’re a city boy through and through.”

Spencer shifted. “I, uh, I grew up in Las Vegas.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Vegas?”

“Yeah.”

You smirked. “Then you definitely ain’t made for the farm life.”

Spencer rolled his eyes but smiled despite himself.

Another moment of silence stretched between you before you sighed softly. “What do you think about all day, Spencer?”

He frowned slightly. “What do you mean?”

“You always seem like your mind’s workin’ overtime. Even when you’re listenin’, you’re thinkin’. What is it you’re always figurin’ out?”

Spencer hesitated. It was a simple question, but it caught him off guard.

“I—I don’t know,” he admitted. “Everything, I guess. I analyze, I solve, I calculate. It’s just… how my mind works.”

You hummed in understanding, eyes still locked on him. “Bet that gets lonely.”

He stiffened slightly, but you weren’t looking at him with pity. Just quiet understanding.

“It does,” he admitted, voice softer than he meant it to be.

You nodded, as if that made perfect sense. Then, before he could stop himself, he asked, “What about you?”

You tilted your head. “What about me?”

“What do you think about all day?”

A small smile ghosted your lips. “Nothin’ and everything.”

Spencer blinked. “That’s not an answer.”

You laughed softly, the sound warm in the cool night air. “Sure it is.”

He shook his head, but before he could argue, you reached out, placing a gentle hand on his forearm. His breath caught at the contact, at the warmth of your skin against his.

“You ever stop thinkin’, Spencer?” you asked, voice quieter now.

He swallowed. “Not really.”

You tilted your head slightly. “What would you do if you did?”

His throat went dry as you leaned closer, your gaze flickering to his lips, then back to his eyes.

His heart hammered in his chest. “You—uh, you were drinking.”

You exhaled a soft laugh. “One sip of whiskey don’t make me drunk, sweetheart.”

Spencer hesitated, his body torn between logic and the undeniable pull he felt toward you.

“You’re overthinkin’ again,” you murmured.

“I—”

You cut him off by pressing your lips to his—gentle, unhurried, giving him every opportunity to pull away. But he didn’t.

Instead, he let himself melt into it, into you. His hands found your waist hesitantly, assuring you don’t fall and you sighed softly against his mouth, your fingers curling lightly into the fabric of his shirt.

When you finally pulled away, you smiled, your nose brushing against his. “See? Didn’t have to think about that at all.”

Spencer let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head. “You’re reckless.”

You grinned. “I think you like that.”

Spencer huffed, but he didn’t let go. Maybe, for once, it was okay to stop thinking.

The stars still glittered overhead, but the space between you and Spencer had disappeared entirely. His hands, hesitant at first, rested lightly at your waist, fingers curling subtly into the fabric of your dress like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to hold on. But when you tilted your head and deepened the kiss—just a little, just enough to coax him into it—he let out a reluctant sigh and finally gave in.

You smiled against his lips, amused by his hesitancy but touched by it all the same. Spencer Reid wasn’t the type to do something without thinking, and that made the fact that he was kissing you at all feel even more significant.

He was careful—so careful it almost broke your heart. He kissed you like you were something delicate, something to be handled with reverence. His fingers at your waist flexed, then loosened, then flexed again, like he was trying to keep himself from holding on too tightly.

You leaned back just enough to tease, “That so bad, city boy?”

Spencer huffed a breathless laugh, shaking his head slightly. “I feel like a teenager sneaking around like this..are we gonna get in trouble?.”

You smirked. “Not yet. But I do love a man who follows directions.”

His face flushed, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, his lips parted slightly as if he was about to argue, but you shut him up with another slow, lingering kiss. And this time, he kissed you back without hesitation.

One of his hands finally left your waist, his fingers skimming lightly along your arm, up to your shoulder, then tracing the curve of your jaw before cupping your cheek. You sighed into the touch, leaning into his palm as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss with a quiet, breathy exhale.

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t hurried. It was just soft. Sweet.

And it made your chest ache.

Because Spencer was leaving in the morning they’d caught the serial killer in record time and now it was time for him to leave…

The thought hung heavy in the air between kisses, but you pushed it down, refusing to let it ruin this moment. You could be sad about it tomorrow. Right now, you just wanted to feel him, to memorize the way he kissed you, the way his hands ghosted over your skin, like he wasn’t quite sure if this was real.

When the night grew too cold, and Spencer reluctantly murmured something about having to go inside before someone came looking for him, you let him go.

But it took every ounce of willpower not to ask him to stay.

The sun had barely begun to rise when Spencer and the rest of the BAU team arrived at the small police station on the outskirts of town. The case was over. Their job was done. Now, all that was left was the part Spencer had been dreading—the leaving.

He stood beside the SUV, adjusting the strap of his bag, trying to focus on the logistics of the trip home rather than the growing ache in his chest.

Morgan, who had been watching him a little too closely, smirked. “Hey, Genius, you good?”

Spencer blinked. “What? Yeah. I’m fine. Just tired.”

Morgan gave him a knowing look. “Uh-huh. Sure. Must’ve been all those sheep keeping you up.”

Spencer opened his mouth to argue, but before he could say anything, the sound of rapid footsteps echoed across the lot.

He turned just in time to see you sprinting toward him, your dress fluttering in the early morning breeze, your boots kicking up dust as you ran. His stomach flipped.

“Hold up!” you called, waving something in your hand as you skidded to a stop in front of him, slightly out of breath.

Spencer stared at you, a little stunned. “Y/N?”

You grinned, shoving a small, neatly wrapped package toward him. “For you. Somethin’ to remember me by.”

Spencer hesitated before carefully peeling back the paper. His breath caught when he saw the book inside—A Field Guide to Southern Constellations.

His fingers traced over the embossed title. He swallowed. “You didn’t have to—”

“I wanted to,” you interrupted softly.

Morgan muttered something under his breath about “timing” before wandering off, giving the two of you a little space.

Spencer turned the book over in his hands, his throat tight. “This is… Thank you.”

You tilted your head, a small smile playing at your lips. “You’re thinkin’ awful hard again.”

Spencer sighed, gripping the book a little tighter. “It’s just…” He hesitated. “I don’t want to forget this. I don’t want to forget you.”

You took a step closer, looking up at him with something soft and unreadable in your eyes. “You won’t. Service might suck out here but phones work most of the time.”

Spencer wanted to believe that. But the reality of his job, of his life, made it difficult. He wasn’t made for slow, quiet places like this. He was made for planes and hotels and crime scenes in cities he barely had time to remember.

You, on the other hand, belonged here.

And for the first time in a long time, he hated the way his life worked.

Before he could spiral too far into that thought, you reached up and cupped his face, your fingers warm against his skin.

“You’re overthinkin’ again,” you murmured.

Spencer barely had time to process the words before you pulled him down into a kiss.

It was slower than last night, but just as lingering. Just as sweet.

His hands found your waist without thinking, pulling you just a little closer as he kissed you back. It wasn’t rushed, wasn’t desperate—it was just an extension of everything he hadn’t been able to say.

When you finally pulled away, you smiled, brushing your thumb lightly over the faint crease between his brows. “Don’t forget me, Doc.”

Spencer exhaled a shaky breath, his forehead resting lightly against yours. “I won’t.”

You stepped back, letting your fingers trail down his arm before finally pulling away. And as you turned to walk back toward the road, Spencer watched you go, book still clutched tightly to his chest, already knowing that forgetting you had never even been a possibility.

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ambeauty · 9 months ago

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Minor major thoughts on Part III of The Bear

I’m not sure if this has been said and honestly we’ve all had so many feelings coming out of this season it’s hard for me to wade through it all right now. So if you’ve said something similar just let me know so I can link back to it.

I have this really small or really big theory. It’s quite simple and I’m not a gif maker so if you are and can illustrate with gifs that would be perfect.

To me and to most of us I’m sure it’s clear that Carmy is still mentally stuck in the fridge this entire season. Even from the initial teaser, he’s alone in the restaurant and everything is blue. He’s stuck. I think we all understand that.

My theory has to do with Claire as the personification of that freezer. When Carmy met Claire it was in the refrigerated section of that store. I was triggered by this meta which includes a clip of a podcast where Chris explains how that motif of the fridge is reoccurring and going to continue to be thorough out.

Ok so Carmy meets Claire at the fridge. Once he’s with her that’s when he starts fucking off with everything around him. They have sex, it’s blue lighting (the fridge). He goes to a party with her, he’s not even himself (a mental fridge). Then he gets physically locked in the fridge because she called and distracted him when he was about to call to get it fixed.

Then we get to s3. Almost all of the Claire flashbacks are in blue lighting (the fridge). He even goes inside of the fridge to find enough will power to call her but he can’t do it because he’s stuck. He’s frozen in a Claire shaped prison. Until he breaks free of Claire, which is also the personification of his past and familial expectations. He’s not going to be free to see the fire in his life. That’s Sydney. He can’t cook without the heat. He thinks he can but he can’t. All he’s doing is illustrating/sketching but the results are not working because he’s still frozen.

To get out of the fridge he has to get out of the prison that is his familial expectations of Claire being his peace. When really she is his version of hell.

#sydcarmy #the bear meta #the Bear s3 #I don’t think this is spoilery #carmen berzatto #Claire Dunlap #CarmyClaire #im tagging them idc because they need to wake up too #anti claire bear #I guess I’ll add that for context 😭

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adsosfraser · 19 days ago

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Promise

an outlander drabble set during dragonfly in amber/season 2

wc: 602

The words echoed in my mind, from a life so long separated from the present, as though I were wading through a thick fog of memory, like the smog that had choked the streets of London as leather Victorian shoes slapped up and down the cobblestones. Or would choke the streets that was. The last words from Jamie rang clear and true in my mind as I navigated the glimpses of a time gone by. To care for you both.

But it clashed with the words I struggled to bring forth again.

“Couldn’t feel properly…toward a child not of my blood.”

I looked back to Jamie as the words bubbled to the surface, missing most details but still delivering the destructive truth behind them.

“-an intruder…I’d resent it.”

The butterflies returned in my stomach and I clutched at them, reassuring myself they were still there. Still safely tucked away up inside me.

“Jamie…”

His eyes stayed firm on me, expectant.

“I can promise you I’ll go through the stones should it come to it. But it won’t.” My hand reached out to hold his large and calloused one. Maybe if I squeezed hard enough, our touch would run off all visions of death and destruction on that perilous moor.

“But you can’t make me promise to return to-” My throat bobbed as I swallowed the thickness that had built up. “To, well, him. Nor leave our child behind.” I thought of Fergus, the surprisingly delicate and endearing soul Jamie plucked from the brothel. My heart swelled thinking of him, and the child nestled under my heart. No, I didn’t want to make them suffer through feelings of inadequacy and to wonder why Frank would be so indifferent to them, based solely on their parentage. “They deserve a father who loves them. Wholly. A child shouldn't have to grow around resentment.”

“Claire, surely Frank,” Jamie nearly spat out the word. “Wouldn’t turn either of you away. No man that loves you as you say he does would.” He reached for my face, stroking the skin of my cheek as I leaned into him, fluttering my eyes closed. “I certainly couldnae leave, save you begging me to leave ye be.”

I finally said what had been plaguing my mind since the pure desperation of our agony clashed the other day, where he forced my hand to a blade, a blade intended to stab right through his flesh.

“Now that we both have clearer heads that have prevailed, as it were. I’ve been thinking.” I paused. “I don’t want to cause you such torment. It’s as though a dagger has pierced my own heart as well. But, had you killed Black Jack Randall in a fit of rage, it’s likely our baby would not be alive either.” I rubbed lazy circles over my womb, comforting its inhabitant. “I wouldn’t have come to Inverness and thought the stones at the right time had Frank not brought me. Or I might not have come to Scotland altogether.”

Grabbing a glass from the nearby table made of a dark cherry oak , I swallowed, oblivious to its contents before the sweet and acidic wine hit my lips. I just needed some conduit to imbue the clarity and resolve I needed for my next words. Jamie waited patiently, rubbing the flesh of my knee through my thin shift.

“I promise to do what’s best for our children. And I trust to follow your lead in that.”

I made a promise to myself then too. That my children would only know love. Even if I had to be the sole provider of it.

#outlander #jamie x claire #jamieclaire #claire fraser #jamie fraser #outlander fanfic #outlander drabble #adsofraser writing #i reread outlander and needed to write this because franklin doesn’t get enough lashes #claire beauchamp

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acourtofthought · 5 months ago

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What they say about Jamie:

What they say about Lucien who was based off Jamie.

From this:

He’d always had a casual grace about him, but here, tonight, with his hair tied back and jacket buttoned to his neck, he truly looked the part of a High Lord’s son. Handsome, powerful, a bit rakish—but well-mannered and elegant.

To this:

Like Rhys, he usually opted for words to win his battles, but I’d seen him and Tamlin in the practice ring. He knew how to handle a weapon. How to kill, if need be.

Lucien, just like Jamie, easily transitions between both worlds. Gentlemen to warrior.

"Whisperer of fish, fowl, horse, and lass"

Lucien:

He waded into the stream, boots off and pants rolled to his knees, and caught one with his bare hands. He’d tied his hair up, a few strands of it falling into his face as he swooped down again and threw a second trout onto the sandy bank where I’d been trying to find a substitute for fishing twine. We remained silent as the fish eventually stopped flapping, their sides catching and gleaming with all the colors so bright above us. Lucien picked them up by their tails, as if he’d done it a thousand times. He might very well have, right here in this stream. “I’ll clean them while you start the fire.”

“Autumn Court males have fire in their blood—and they fuck like it, too.”

"Paying attention to every little thing about Claire, making him possibly the first feminist of Scotland"

Lucien with Elain:

He knew without demanding clarification that she was aware of what he was to her.

She was the most beautiful female he’d ever seen.

Her eyes were the brown of a fawn’s coat. And he could have sworn something sparked in them as she met his gaze.

“Take her to the sea. Take her to some garden. But get her out of this house for an hour or two.”

“No—I didn’t have time. I felt her, but …” A blush stained his cheek.

Lucien just stared and stared at my sister, as if he’d never seen her before.

“I heard you made the killing blow,” he said.

Lucien with his female friends:

“Would you like me to teach you how to wield a blade, or do you already know how, oh mighty mortal huntress?

“No,” Lucien said quietly as I reached for a foothold in the next boulder. “That was all you.”

“I have an old friend at the Dawn Court. She’s skilled at tinkering—blending magic and machinery. Tamlin got her to craft it for me at great risk.”

“Not for long—not if Vassa has anything to do with it.”

Just like Jamie, Lucien is a feminist and constantly paying attention to all the details of his mate.

"Sexy, gorgeous, and perfect"

Lucien:

The brutally scarred face beneath was still handsome—his features sharp and elegant.

Perhaps you’ll get a handsome Fae lord as your mate, too.”

I studied the broad, tan hand wrapped around my elbow.

Our dispersing party watched as he braced my waist in his broad hands and easily hefted me off the horse.

I threw my arms around his neck, burying my face against his warm, bare chest.

Lucien loosed a heavy sigh and slid an arm around my waist, the other threading through my hair to cradle my head. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I’m sorry.” He held me, stroking soothing lines down my back, and I calmed my weeping, those seawater tears drying up like wet sand in the sun. I lifted my head from his sculpted chest at last, my fingers digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders as I peered into his concerned face.

She slid a hand over the broad panes of his chest, his stomach.

“You should kill Beron and his sons and set up the handsome one as High Lord of Autumn,self-imposed exile or no.

Lucien’s scarred, handsome face appeared,

He had to give Lucien credit: the male was somehow able to move between his three roles—an emissary for the Night Court, ally to Jurian and Vassa, and liaison to Tamlin—and still dress immaculately.

Lucien, just like Jamie, is the King of Men.

@lucienweekofficial

#pro lucien vanserra #lucien vanserra #elain archeron #lucienweek2024 #Lucienweekofficial

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whoopsyeahokay · 1 month ago

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Alphabet Soup

summary: prompt fill. the journey of a clandestine love affair at several stages because Wally Clark craves what he can't have and refuses to keep his hands to himself. and you live for it.

pairing: grey!Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: smut. AU - modern setting. romanticized toxic behavior. cheating (not on you). possessive behavior. egregious use of the word 'baby'.

bon reading, frens

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Alphabet Soup - W

W is for wishes come true. Wally's wishes more than yours, but you've been a willing participant in his waggish descent into the madness you work up in him, so he considers it win-win.

You've made a monster out of him, sweetly agreeing with every whim and want that worms its way into his brain. Fuck, sweet girl, you have to say no—need to say it—otherwise Wally's going to Energizer Bunny and keep going and going and going until he wears you down and out and into an early grave. Or jail. Whichever.

It starts small. Tame. Introducing new positions and toys and microdoses of that shit that makes Wally's skin light up like fireworks at every touch. Then it gets riskier. Sex in the park behind the statue of town founder Alexander Meheive; fucking your mouth while he whips down the highway with a deathwish; bending you over the teacher's desk in an empty classroom, door unlocked, during the five-minute interval between classes.

And then it escalates into: Baby, I wanna make you squirm when I can't touch you. A test-drive panty vibe when Wally takes you to a Dollar Theater movie in Mossborough which turns into dinner out, surrounded by innocent patrons at Daisy's because he wants to see how far you'll let him go. Wally's eyes fixed on your flushed face as you try not to make a sound, eyes glassy and lips bitten, coming just before dessert. Jesus Christ, you'll let him do anything, won't you?

Wally looms over you at Claire's birthday, one arm braced over your head, body hiding you from the club at his back, his hand under your skirt and fingers in your cunt, massaging your sweet spot until his shirt cuff is come-damp and ruined. Next, there's the Victoria's Secret changing room at the fancy mall because, fuuuck, you can't just waltz out in that sheer, lace-satin teddy and expect Wally to be normal about it.

The elevator at that high-rise hotel in Milwaukee after dark, P3 to PH, handprints on the mirror as you and he moan to the rhythm of the muzak. Supper after the Athletics Department benefit, everyone talking at the table, family-style service, your hand kneading Wally's hard-on while you use the Ben Wa balls Wally teased into your pussy five minutes after you and Janet arrived.

Janet's attention is on your dad, the principal, completely unaware of how fucking close Wally is to coming in his slacks because her step-sister knows how to worship Wally's cock better than a high-end whore. His eyes are heavy, unfocused, but he laughs where he has to, answers whatever Coach asks, does his bit like the winner he is before discretely slipping into the cafeteria kitchen to wait for you.

As soon as you're within reach, he has you on your knees, cock down your throat, needy whines and wanton whimpers wheedled out of him by your hotwetperfect mouth. That's it, just like that, suck my cock, baby, oh my God. He comes with a guttural groan, vision whiting out, praise tumbling from his lips—such a good girl, so fucking good for me.

Wally doesn't give himself a chance to recover, though. Pulls you up by the hair and lifts you onto one of the stainless steel countertops, tongue-fucks your clit and plays with those Venus balls until you're a trembling mess under his hands. Taking pity on you, he allows you to remove them before you and he sneak back to the table, separately. He smiles innocently at Janet, nods to your dad like Wally didn't just have his little girl panting and moaning for him a minute ago.

He wades through the rest of the evening with half a brain, Janet forcing him to mingle with the right people, all while his mind whirs and unlocks a thousand new whims that Wally can't wait to wear you out with.

This weekend is going to be fun...

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dalekofchaos · 2 months ago

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MCU Recast

Just for fun, I will be recasting the MCU

Notice. Because of the 30 picture limit, will not be able to do them all the pics for the fancasts.

Timothy Olyphant as Iron Man/Tony Stark

Glenn Powell as Captain America

Alexander Skarsgard as Thor Odinson

Hugh Dancy as The Hulk/Bruce Banner

Yuliya Snigir as Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff

Jensen Ackles as Hawkeye/Clint Barton

Idris Elba as Nick Fury(if Ultimate)

Jeffrey Dean Morgan as Nick Fury(if 616)

Morena Baccarin as Maria Hill

Ewan McGregor as Ant-Man/Hank Pym

Mary Elizabeth Winstead as Wasp/Janet Van Dyne

Hiba Abouk as Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff

Jesus Castro as Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff

Ryan Gosling as Star Lord/Peter Quill

Sofia Boutella as Gamora

Simon Pegg as Rocket Racoon

John Rhys-Davies as Groot

Jason Momoa as Drax the Destroyer

Maggie Q as Mantis

Ana de Armas as Nebula

Christian Bale as Doctor Strange/Stephen Strange

Katee Sackhoff as Captain Marvel/Carol Danvers

Joe Keery as Spider-Man/Peter Parker

Chiwetel Ejiofor as Black Panther/T'Challa

Ben Barnes as Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes

Robert Pattinson as Daredevil

Alexandra Daddario as Jessica Jones

Trevante Rhodes as Luke Cage

Lewis Tan as Iron Fist/Danny Rand

Frank Grillo as The Punisher/Frank Castle

Jamie Chung as Colleen Wing

Sonequa Martin-Green as Misty Knight

Jesse Plemons as Foggy Nelson

Amanda Seyfried as Karen Page

Yaya DaCosta as Claire Temple

Dakota Fanning as Trish Walker/Hellcat

Stephan James as Malcolm Ducasse

Cary-Hiroyuki Tagawa as Stick

Rainn Wilson as Microchip/David Liberman

Jamie Foxx as War Machine/James "Rhodey" Rhodes

Michael B. Jordan as Sam Wilson

Amy Adams as Pepper Potts

Kevin James as Harold “Happy” Hogan

Christina Ricci as Betty Ross

Léa Seydoux as Sharon Carter

Daisy Ridley as Peggy Carter

Charlie Day as Ant-Man/Scott Lang

Amandla Stenberg as Shuri

Maya Hawke as Hawkeye/Kate Bishop

Sasha Luss as Black Widow/Yelena Belova

(I'm changing the direction of the MCU Spider-Man since there would be no mind wipe at the end of said trilogy, no Iron Man Jr, Peter is in college and already an established hero, there would be no pointless change to MJ's name and I would reframe from basically copying everything about Miles and give all his traits to Peter)

Brendan Fraser as Uncle Ben Parker(flashbacks)

Jamie Lee Curtis as May Parker

Stefanie Scott as Mary Jane Watson

Dylan O'Brien as Harry Osborn

Chloë Grace Moretz as Gwen Stacy

Jake Austin Walker as Flash Thompson

Keira Knightley as Jane Foster

Stellan Skarsgård as Odin

Mark Strong as Charles Xavier

Jacob Elordi as Cyclops/Scott Summers

Liana Liberato as Jean Grey

Matt Berry as Hank McCoy/Beast

Finn Wolfhard as Iceman/Bobby Drake

Mason Dye as Angel/Archangel/Warren Worthington III

Kiki Layne as Storm/Ororo Monroe

Jared Keeso as Wolvine/James "Logan" Howlett

Wyatt Oleff as Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler

Charles Melton as Warpath/James Proudstar

Sadie Sink as Wolfsbane/Rahne Sinclair

Petr Skvortsov as Piotr Rasputin/Colossus

Maude Apatow as Kitty Pryde/Shadowcat

Victoria Pedretti as Rogue/Ann Marie

Peyton Elizabeth Lee as Jubilee/Jubilation Lee

Olivia Rodrigo as Dazzler/Alison Blaire

Ekaterina Samsonov as Magik/Illyana Rasputina

Sonya Mizuno as Psylocke/Elizabeth “Betsy” Braddock

Esme Creed-Miles as X-23/Laura Kinney

Wolfgang Novogratz as Havok/Scott Summers

Jodie Whittaker as Emma Frost

Dallas Liu as Daken

Kat Graham as Polaris/Lorna Dane

Chad Coleman as Lucas Bishop

Hunter Doohan as Banshee/Sean Cassidy

Austin Butler as Gambit/ Remy LeBeau

Will Arnett as Deadpool/Wade Wilson

Saara Chaudry as Kamala Khan

Madison Reyes as America Chavez

Isaac as Moon Knight/Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley

Andrew Lincoln as Reed Richards/Mr Fantastic

Jodie Comer as Sue Storm/Invisible Woman

Paul Mescal as Human Torch/Johnny Storm

Liev Schreiber as Thing/Ben Grimm

JK Simmons as Iron Monger/Obadiah Stane

Dolph Lundgren as Crimson Dynamo/Anton Vanko(adding Dynamo as I felt not including him was a waste)

Danila Kozlovsky as Whiplash

Bob Odenkirk as Justin Hammer

Chow Yun-Fat as The Mandarin(No Trevor, he's The Mandarin and actually uses the Ten Rings against Tony)

Michael Shannon as Abomination/Emil Blonsky

Mark Gatiss as The Leader/Samuel Sterns

Jamie Campbell Bower as Loki Laufeyson

Christoph Waltz as Red Skull/Johann Shmidt

Cillian Murphy as Baron Helmut Zemo

Javier Bardem as Thanos

Jeremy Irons as Ultron

Matt Smith as Malekith

Sean Bean as Alexander Pierce

Manu Bennett as Crossbones

Iain Glen as Ronan the Accuser

Oded Fehr as Baron Mordo

Brian Cox as Ego The Living Planet

John Malkovich as Vulture

John Goodman as Kingpin/Wilson Fisk

Boyd Holbrook as Bullseye

Tonia Sotiropoulou as Elektra Nachios

Jodie Comer as Typhoid Mary

James McAvoy as Purple Man/Zebediah Killgrave

Common as Cottonmouth/Cornell Stokes

Taraji P. Henson as Mariah Dillard

Barkhad Abdi as Bushmaster

Željko Ivanek as Agent Orange/William Rawlins

Wes Bentley as Jigsaw/Billy Russo

Dev Patel as Davos

Alexander Ludwig as Nuke/Will Simpson

Matthew Rhys as James Wesley

Kate Beckinsale as Vanessa Marianna

Marwan Kenzari as Bakuto

Brian Tee as Nobu Yoshioka

Lucille Soong as Madame Gao

Julianne Moore as Alexandra Reid

Eva Green as Hela

Yahya Abdul-Mateen II as Killmonger/Erik Stevens/N'Jadaka

Andrew Scott as Mysterio

(sidenote, Mysterio wouldn't die and would return to form the Sinister Six which would feature the villains from NWH, but it's the MCU variants, no Multiverse)

Bryan Cranston as Green Goblin/Norman Osborn

Mark Hamill as Doc Ock/Otto Octavius

Sam Worthington as Sandman

Sendhil Ramamurthy as The Lizard/Dr Curt Connors

Aaron Paul as Electro

Naomi Scott as Ghost

Henry Golding as Namor

Jason Isaacs as Magneto/Erik Lensherr

Natalie Dormer as Mystique/Raven Darkholme

Pablo Schreiber as Sabertooth/Victor Creed

King Kerim as Apocalypse/En Sabah Nur

Bryan Cranston as Sebastian Shaw

Christopher Eccleston as Bastion

Matt Smith as Mr Sinister

Nikolaj Coster-Waldau as Adam Warlock

Antony Starr as US Agent/John Walker

Ted Levine as Thaddeus Ross/Red Hulk

Charlie Clapman as Doctor Doom/Victor Von Doom

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insufferableprotagonistpoll · 1 year ago

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Please note that a character currently needs at least 3 submissions to make it into the poll

That said:

Has 3 Submissions or more:

Has 2 Submissions:

Animal Crossing New Horizons' Player Character - Animal Crossing New Horizons

Arthur Pendragon - BBC Merlin

Bakugou Katsuki - My Hero Academia

BEOWULF - BEOWULF

Bloom Peters - Winx Club

Claire - Ship It

Dawson Leery - Dawson’s Creek

Duck Dodgers - Duck Dodgers in the 24 1/2 century

Eikichi Onizuka - Great Teacher Onizuka

Elizabeth - Bioshock Burial at Sea

Elric of Melniborne - The Elric Saga

Emiya Shirou - Fate Stay Night

Eren Jaegar - Shingeki no Kyojin

Ezra Bridger - Star Wars Rebels

Hazel Lancester - The Fault In Our Stars

Jack Torrance - The Shining

James Bond - James Bond

Jaune Arc - RWBY

John Proctor - The Crucible

Odysseus - The Odyssey

Oliver Armstrong - Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood

Peppa Pig - Peppa Pig

Piper - Orange is the new Black

Rhaenyra Targaryen - House of the Dragon

Riley Matthews - Girl Meets World

Roy Musang - Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood

Sasuke - Naruto

Sheldon Cooper - Big Bang Theory

Shen Qingqiu (Shen Yuan) - Scum Villain’s Self Saving System

Snow Villiers - Final Fantasy 13

Wade Watts - Ready Player One

William Afton - FNaF Ultimate Custom Night

Zack Morris - Saved by the Bell

Has 1 Submission

Ahsoka - Ahsoka Disney+

Ahsoka Tano - Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Akiyama Shun - Ryu Ga Gotoku/Yakuza

Aragorn - Lord of the Rings

Arek - So This Is Ever After

Ataru Moroboshi - Urusei Yatsura

August Landry - One Last Stop

Ayin - Lobotomy Corporation

Beatrice "Tris" Prior - Divergent

Betty Cooper - Riverdale

Bill Dickey - The Eltingville Club/Welcome to Eltingville

Billy Buddy/Dr. Horrible - Dr. Horrible's Sing Along

Billy Hatcher - Billy Hatcher and the giant egg

Black Star - Soul Eater

Blake - Pokemon Adventures Black 2 and White 2

Bubsy - Bubsy 3D

Caleb Widogast - Critical Role

character Tommy - Dream SMP

Charley Pollard - Doctor Who

Charlie - Charlie's Inferno - That Handsome Devil

Choromatsu Matsuno - Osomatsu-san

Claire Danvers - Morganville Vampires

Clear Sky/Skystar - Warrior Cats

Colin Bridgerton - Bridgerton

Corrin - Fire Emblem Fates

Cory Matthews - Boy Meets World

Dal - Star Trek Prodigy

Damian Wayne - DC

Damon Salvatore - The Vampire Diaries

Daniel X - The Dangerous Days of Daniel X

Data - Star Trek The Next Generation

Dorrigo Evans - The Narrow Road to the Deep North book

Doug Eiffel - Wolf 359

Drizzt Do'Urden - Legend of Drizzt

Dr. Hanna Heath - People of the Book

Ellison Oswalt - Sinister

Emma Nelson - Degrassi: The Next Generation

Equality 7-2521 - Anthem

Frankie Landau Banks - The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau Banks

Galadriel Higgins - The Scholomance Trilogy

Geralt of Rivia - The Last Wish, The Witcher books

Go Siwon - A Guy Like You

Hamlet - Hamlet

Haruto Kirishima - A Town Where You Live

Haruyuki Arita - Accel World

Heathcliff - Wuthering Heights

Hermione Granger - Harry Potter

Homer Simpson - The Simpson

Howard Roark - The Fountainhead

Humbert Humbert - Lolita

James Bond - The Sean Connery James Bond Movies

James Holden - The Expanse book series

Jaypaw - Warrior Cats

Jean-Luc Picard - Star Trek The Next Generation

Jeff Winger - Community

Jim Hopper - Stranger Things

JJ - Cocomelon

Joaquin Monegro - Abel Sánchez

Jon Snow - ASoIaF

Jotaro Kujo - Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Joy - Inside Out

Jughead Jones - Riverdale

Kade - Down to Earth Webtoon

Kazuya Tsukasa - Kamen Rider Decade

Kai - The Witch King

Kang Jinha - A Guy Like You

Katara - Avatar the Last Airbender

Katnis - Hunger Games

Kaz Kaan - Neo Yokio

Keiichi Maebara - Higurashi when they cry

Kelsier - Mistborn

Khai - Theory of Love - Thai BL Show

King Arthur - King Arthur: Legend of the Sword (2017)

Korra - Avatar: Legend of Korra

Koyomi Araragi - The Monogatari series

Kun-chan - Mirai

Lelouch Lamperouge - Code Geass

Leroy Jethro Gibbs - NCIS

Lily Blossom Bloom - It Ends With Us

Lionblaze - Warriors (Power of Three and Omen of the Stars)

Luna - Retro

Luffy - One Piece

Lyn - Fire Emblem

Makoto Naegi - Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc

Mal - Firefly

Manaow - Love Senior

Mark Watney - The Martian

Mary Poppins - Walt Disney's Mary Poppins

Merlin - BBC Merlin

Meursault - The Stranger

Mia - La La Land

Michael Burnham - Star Trek: Discovery

Mike Wheeler - Stranger Things

Miyo Sasaki - A Whisker Away

Mordecai - Regular Show

Nancy Botwin - Weeds

Natsuki Subaru - Re:Zero

Nick Carraway - The Great Gatsby

Nicole - Class of 09

Nightheart - Warrior Cats

North Italy - Hetalia

Okajima ""Rock"" Rokuro - Black Lagoon (Anime)

Okazaki Tomoya - Clannad

Okonkwo - Things Fall Apart (Chinua Achebe)

Otis Milburn - Sex Education

Patrick Bateman - American Psycho

Piper McLean - Heroes of Olympus

Pippa Fitz-Amobi - A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder

Ramona Flowers - Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World

Ramsey Snow - Game of Thrones

Rebecca Bunch - Crazy Ex-Girlfriend (TV show)

Remy the Rat - Ratatouille

Richard Cypher - Sword of Truth

Robert Langdon - The Da Vinci Code

Rodion Raskolnikov - Crime and Punishment

Rorschach - Watchmen

Rory Gilmore - Gilmore Girls

Ruby - Max & Ruby

Ryo Saeba - City Hunter

Sabrina Grimm - The Sisters Grimm

Sabrina Spellman - Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Sami Reese - Little White Lie

Satou Kazuma - Konosuba

Senku Ishigami - Doctor Stone

Serena - Pokemon

Sherlock Holmes - BBC Sherlock

Shiori - Six Crimson Cranes

Shrek - Shrek

Souji Tendou - Kamen Rider Kabuto

Spike Witwicky - Transformers IDW comics

Star Butterfly - Star vs The Forces of Evil

Stiles Stilinski - Teen Wolf

Sydney Atherton - The Beetle

Tai Kamiya - Digimon Adventure

Takao - Garden of Words

Tara Webster - Dance Academy

Tarl Cabot - The Gor Chronicles

Teriella Rufeon - My Husband Changes Every Night

The Beheaded - Dead Cells

Tom Wachowski - The Sonic Movies

Traveller - Genshin Impact

Ukiyo Ace - Kamen Rider Geats

Vanellope von Schweetz - Ralph Breaks the internet

Velvet Crowe - Tales of Bersia

Violetta - Disney's Violetta

Winston Smith - 1984

Wolverine - X-Men

Wreck it Ralph - Ralph Breaks the Internet

Yu/Ai - Final Fantasy Unlimited

Yuri Zhivago - Doctor Zhivago

Yuusaku Godai - Maison Ikkoku

Available for Resubmission (needs at least 1 resubmission to participate)

Aang - Avatar: The Last Airbender

Achilles - The Iliad

Adrien Agreste - Miraculous Ladybug

Alex Eagleston - YIIK

Anakin Skywalker - Star Wars

Aquamarin Hoshino - Oshi No Ko

Ash Ketchum - Pokemon

Atsuko Kagiri/Akko - Little Witch Academia

Batman - DC

Beca Mitchell - Pitch Perfect

Blitzo - Helluva Boss

Brambleclaw - Warrior Cats

Claire Fraser - Outlander

Coriolanus Snow - The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

Dr. Heinrich Faust - Goethes Faust

Ebony Darkness Dementia Raven Way - My Immortal

Edward Elric - Fullmetal Alchemist

Eragon - Eragon/Inheritance Cycle

Erika Shinohara - Ookami shoujo to kuro ouji

Frank Reagan - Blue Bloods

Frasier Crane - Frasier

Gregory - FNaF Security Breach

Harry Dresden - The Dresden Files

Harry DuBois - Disco Elysium

Holden Caulfield - The Catcher in the Rye

Joker - Persona 5

Katarina Claes - My Next Life as a Villainess

Kiris - On the Emperor's Lap

Kohaku - Dr. Stone

Kvothe - The Kingkiller Chronicles

Kyouya Sata - Ookami shoujo to kuro ouji

Mal - Descendants

Naofumi Iwatani - The Rising of the Shield Hero

Navier - Remarried Princess

Nesta Archeron - A Court of Thorns and Roses

Peter Pan - Peter Pan

Pucca - Pucca

Rand al'Thor - Wheel of Time

Rey - Star Wars

Rintaro Okabe - Steins;Gate

Scott McCall - Teen Wolf

Skullduggery Pleasant - Skullduggery Pleasant

Sophie Foster - Keeper of the Lost Cities

Stolas - Helluva Boss

Stuart Little - Stuart Little

The Tenth Doctor - Doctor Who

Tim Jackson Drake - DC

Tom Paris - Star Trek: Voyager

Tori Vega - Victorious

Wanda Maximoff - MCU

Wei (Ying) Wuxian - Mo Dao Zu Shi

Xander Harris - Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Y/N - Fanfiction

Currently unavailable for a new Round:

Aelin Ashryver Galathynius/Celaena Sardothien - Throne of Glass

Alexander Hamilton - Hamilton

Artemis Fowl - Artemis Fowl

Bella Swan - Twilight

Bloom Peters - Fate: The Winx Saga

Bojack Horseman - Bojack Horseman

Caillou - Caillou

Charlie Morningstar - Hazbin Hotel

Clary Fray/Fairchild - Shadowhunters

Daphne Bridgerton - Bridgerton

Dean Winchester - Supernatural

Dr Gregory House - House MD

Elena Gilbert - Vampire Diaries

Elsa - Frozen

Evan Hansen - Dear Evan Hansen

Ferris Bueller - Ferris Bueller's Day off

Feyre Archeron - A Court Of Thorns And Roses

Gray Wing - Warrior Cats

Harry Potter - Harry Potter

Heywood Floyd - Space Odyssey

Izuku (Deku) Midoriya - Boku no Hero Academia

Jimmy - Mouthwashing

Kazuya Kinoshita - Rent-a-Girlfriend

Kirito - Sword Art Online

Light Yagami - Death Note

Makoto Itou - School Days

Marinette Dupain-Cheng - Miraculous Ladybug

Meliodas - Seven Deadly Sins

Oscar - Shark Tale

Owen Grady - Jurassic World

Peter Griffin - Family Guy

Quentin Coldwater - The Magicians (books)

Rachel Berry - Glee

Richard Rahl - Seeker of Truth/Legend of the Seeker

Robin - Teen Titans Go

Ross Geller - Friends

Scott Pilgrim - Scott Pilgrim

Ted Mosby - How I Met Your Mother

Tony Stark - MCU

Velma - Velma

Victor Frankenstein - Frankenstein, or the Modern Prometheus

Walter White - Breaking Bad

Yukitero "Yukki" Amano - Future Diary

Zoey Redbird - The House of Night

#insufferable protagonist tournament #insufferable protagonist poll

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theawkwardterrier · 13 days ago

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Wednesday 100: Shaping Memories

"A leannan, yer auntie's doin' us a kindness. She doesna have time to spend on yer arguing."

"Then let me and I willna argue anymore." Jenny snorts at Bree's predictable response as Claire wades in herself.

"You know the painting is meant to include important things: you, me, Da, and baby William. That's all we need."

"This is important. Ye said they help us survive," says Bree, and juts her chin in a particularly Fraser way.

Passing this family portrait in later years, it is the first thing anyone notices: Bree holding her potato that she claims has a face.

#Wednesday100 #Outlander #Jamie Fraser #Claire Fraser #Brianna Fraser MacKenzie

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July seeps into August in a yellow haze. The heat has stupefied the village, slowing all movement, the tourists wading through the humid streets with ice creams melting down their hands, the only kind of food it feels acceptable to eat. It hasn’t rained in weeks, since that first storm of summer, and the landscape struggles. The grass in the local pitch has shrivelled, and the earth has become a powdery dust that fills the air every time our football skims it. It keeps sticking to the sun cream on our skin. Every evening I need to wash an extraordinary amount of grit, dirt and sand out of strange places, like the creases in my elbows, and the webbing between my fingers and toes.

I launch the ball down the pitch to where Jen is bouncing foot to foot near the goalpost, and wander towards the sideline to mop sweat from my brow with the t-shirt I stripped off an hour ago.

“You want water?” Claire O’Gorman holds her pink metal bottle to me. It jangles with the fluffy charms and beads clipped to it. I shake my head. Jen saw her kissing Shane last night at the front door before she left, so at least twenty percent of the backwash already in that water is bound to be his. I don’t tell her this, because if she doesn’t know what backwash is, I’ll have to go through the whole rigamarole of explaining it, and inevitably end up looking stupid, so I just shake my head.

“You’re running like mad out there,” she comments. “I don’t know how you’ve the strength in this weather.”

“You just endure it, I guess.”

“Hm, I couldn’t. I’m like a princess. I just really don’t like sweating and getting all out of breath. Evie is like you, though,” she adds.

I’m careful to arrange my features into a neutral expression. Claire has been hanging around with us every day for the last week, for reasons that nobody has explained to me, not that I have asked, but when I chat with her, I make sure that I never, ever bring up Evie. Teenage girls are detectives. They pick up on the tiniest facial expressions or shift in tone and use it against you.

I’ve been bamboozled before, and the last thing I need is for Claire to go home to Evie in the evenings and tell her, God forbid, that I asked a question about her. The multitudes of ways they could read into my body language makes me feel queasy.

“Right,” I say in a bored voice, and scratch my armpit.

“She’s always like, go go go! All the time, you know? Like playing tennis one minute, swimming the next, going on a mad run the next it’s like,” she rolls her eyes for emphasis, “take a break, girl, please, you know?”

“Mm.”

“I’ve been trying my best to convince her to come to that festival too, just to get away from the routine, but I can’t get her to give me any sort of answer about it.”

I frown. “Did you invite her to the festival?”

“Oh, was I not meant to? I kind of thought it’d be fun if she came, you know, so it’s not just me.”

“I didn’t know you were coming either.”

Her face drains. “Oh, well, Shane asked me, and I-”

“No, no, you can. Oh my God, obviously, I didn’t mean-”

“Right! Okay, of course, but like, I don’t want to impose on-”

“Just I didn’t know Evie might come, that’s all.”

“Well, yeah, I thought it’d be nice for me to have a close friend with me, but if you don’t want her to... like, she might not be able to anyway, so.”

“I don’t not want her to come.” God, why does this feel like a conversation two thirteen-year-olds would have? I swear I haven’t felt this juvenile in years, and I cringe, as though some other version of myself, the cooler Jude, is watching me engage in this conversation and groaning into his hands. Sometimes, these days, I feel like the cooler Jude is slipping through my fingers like handfuls of sand.

“She’s actually really nice,” Claire says with an edge of defensiveness. “I know she’s a bit quiet. I thought that when I met her first too, she was kind of known as the weird girl at school, but when you get to know her, she’s a really sweet person.”

“I know,” I say, my face burning. “I mean... she seems nice. I didn’t mean to imply that she isn’t. Please don’t tell her I think she’s quiet, or weird, or that I don’t want her at the festival or anything like that.”

“No, of course.”

“Because I do… like... think she’s nice, and it’d be okay if she came with us. I would even want her to, actually.” Shut up. God, please, shut the fuck up, you dickhead.

Claire smiles and nods.

“But don’t tell her I specifically want her to either, just… Don’t tell her anything.” Oh, line me up against a wall and shoot me, execution style.

“I won’t.”

I bet she will. And I bet she'll tell her about about the smell of desperation off me, too.

“Turner!” Shane bellows. “What are you at? Your team mates are flailing over here.”

“Right, bye,” I tell Claire, and turn around quickly, unable to bear the embarrassment for another second.

“Bye!”

As I walk back onto the pitch, I screw my eyes shut and thump my fist against my forehead.

I’m toast.

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#lucky boy 2010 #in case you forgot he is a teenager lmao #gotta intersperse the serious with the fun #ch: Shane #ch: Jen #ch: Joe #ch: Kasper #ch: Claire

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