#Daphne Wade

[iambellarose1816]

My all-time fave couples

1. Hans & Elsa - Not Canon (Yet) 😏 Frozen

2. Fred & Daphne - Scooby-Doo

3. Duncan & Courtney - Total Drama Island

4. Nick & Judy - Zootopia (idk if they are a couple)

5. Aladdin & Jasmine - Aladdin

6. Wade & Ember - Elemental

7. Hercules & Megara - Hercules

8. Graham & Carmen - Carmen Sandiego (canonish)

9. Robert & Helen - The Incredibles

[sir-toastington]

I had a dream that my peeps were hanging out with the Scooby gang, so I drew it

[infictionalwonderland]

Hiii, not sure if your requests are open so feel free to ignore this, but could you do Eloise Bridgerton with a fem! royal! reader who is completely smitten with Eloise and is very open about being a lesbian? And her family supports her (shes Queen Charlottes favorite niece)

(they are open! and absolutely i can do this for you babe x)

“She’s here!”

The Queen, your aunt, rolled her eyes fondly at you as you scuttled away hastily—a secret smile pulling at her lips at the sheer happiness on your face.

You waded through the mass of people in the ballroom, a smile practically stretching from ear to ear. Some turned to look and curled their lips in disgust at you, knowing very well who you were walking to. Others looked at the raw joy on your face and smiled with you.

You stopped a bit away from your girl and her family, taking the time to admire her. Her hair was in a ponytail of curls with two pulled out the side and her fringe framing her face—lips a soft ruby and skin sparkling under the light. She was dressed in a soft mint green dress, a delicate necklace adorning her neck and resting on her chest, her arms covered with long gloves.

(You were in love)

“Ah.” Daphne spoke first, as she saw you. Her lips curled into a secret smirk, clasping onto her husbands arm and hiding her face half behind his bicep to conceal herself.

Simon looked down at her fondly, eyes practically glimmering.

“Hello Bridgertons.” You beamed genuinely, all the family returning your expression with equal truth.

As you had done her, Eloise could not help but stare at you in awe. Your skin looked glowy and wonderfully soft under the lightening, your smile the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen—eyes squinted with the force of it. Your dress was otherworldly, although to her, anything you wore would be and she just wanted to run her fingers through your hair.

“How do you all find yourself fairing tonight?”

“Yes, yes, very good. Blah—blah.” Benedict immediately waved the question away with an easygoing smile, gently taking his sisters arm and pushing her towards you. “We know which Bridgerton you are truly here fo.” He rolled his eyes playfully.

Eloise flustered, unused to such attention but you smirked back at Benedict. The whole family watched with smiles on their faces as their stone cold Eloise who detested marriage and had no true belief in love, melted against you as you took her hand, staring at you with wonder in her eyes.

“I’m beginning to realise it was never love she loathed—“ Anthony mumbled to Kate at his side, “just men.”

“Yes, and who can fault her that?” Kate questioned, head tilted.

All smiles, you looped your arm through Eloise’s and the both of you gracefully walked off—well, you glided effortlessly, from years of training and Eloise’s steps were harsh and careless against the floor, an endearing sense of her own unique grace about her.

“How are you today, Miss Bridgerton?” You smiled at her cheekily, eyes twinkling in a way that immediately disarmed her.

“I—yes, I am quite well, thank you.” Eloise stumbled, a fluttering feeling settling deep within her stomach, heart spiking as she was unable to look away from your eyes. “And yourself, your—your grace?”

“I could be your grace if you would like.” You emphasised pointedly, a mischievously sweetened smile curving at lips. You snatched a flute of alcohol from a passing servers platter, daintily looking into the eyes of the woman you admired.

She gulped slightly, a charmed blush warming her skin.

“I’ve had a genial day so far, my lady.” You giggled softly. “Although it has become all the more enjoyable when graced with your wondrous presence.”

“I can say much the same for myself.” Eloise rushed out genuinely, a smile at her lips as your eyes sparkled in response. “I find being in your proximity a most precious experience.”

“Perhaps you should venture in closer,” you offered almost offhandedly, taking another sip from your flute as you observed her, “you discover that to be an even more precious time.”

Eloise laughed a tad too loudly, nerves escaping her, but—with a timid smirk curving into her plush mouth, she edged closer towards you.

“And?” You encouraged amusedly, smiling.

“I—Your presence is even more powerful from here.” She grinned crookedly, “perhaps a tad too powerful—“ she joked, moving to take a teasing few paces away.

Your gloved hand caught her own and you both breathed in sharper at the contact. Without taking your eyes from hers, you traced almost absently on the silk material and she shallowly breathed in, feeling the sensations of your touch as though they were against her bare skin.

“Stay close, please.” You simply stated, tugging her back towards you gently. “If you would like.”

“I would like very much.”

You raised an amused eyebrow at her immediate reply and she battled back embarrassment as she made direct eye contact you, unabashed in the truth of her words.

“Your Grace, you look enchanting tonight.” Eloise complimented truthfully, admiring you. “I am only disheartened I have to share this awe-inspiring view with others.”

“You could admire me further in private, if you simply ask to do so.” You shrugged, a smirk on your lips.

Eloise blinked innocently, narrowing her eyes (cutely) as she attempted to recognise the hidden meaning—your words and tone making her feel warm all over.

She was about to open her mouth to adhere to your request when another approached.

“Your Grace,” a well dressed man you did not know walked to you both, bowing to you deeply while staring. “Lady Bridgerton.” He shortly acknowledged.

“It is indeed a pleasure.” Eloise muttered with a tight, bitter smile as she stepped closer to you—feeling dismay at how this man was staring at you.

“Quite.” He agreed, still gazing at you. “It has come to my attentions that your dance card is still empty, Your Grace—“

“Is it?” You interrupted, tilting your head innocently. “Allow me.” You implored to him, holding you hand out for his quill that a man was required to bring, to scribe on a lady’s dance card.

He blinked, a smirk crawling to rest on his mouth as he wielded to you his quill. You took it and immediately turned to Eloise, who grinned crookedly at you when you extended your wrist to her with the man’s quill.

The gent sputtered and flailed usefully in your peripherals but you could frankly give less of a shirt—staring at Eloise as she gently clasped your wrist in her hand, writing hurriedly onto your dance card with a triumphant grin upon her lips.

Fuck. You wanted to kiss her.

“This—this is hardly—“

“Enough? I do quite agree.” You aunt announced as she made her rare appearance on the ballroom floor, glowering superiorly at this unknown man. “I will organise more dances for you and your beloved. Now, shoo, shoo.” She turned to you, ushering you to the floor as a new dance began, a secret wink shot at you.

You and Eloise clasped hands, running away and towards the rest of the couples, giggling like children as you left the treacherous man with your darling aunt.

“You are a marvel.” Eloise laughed out softly, cheeks burning with joy, eyes crinkled as you stood across from one another—curtsying to each other. “I could not have asked for a better partner—in well, everything.”

“Oh, El.” You beamed, an enamoured giggle leaving your throat. “Believe me, it is I who is the lucky one.”

“Rubbish.” She rolled her eyes playfully, “never had I envisioned, even in my wildest fantasies, that—that I could. . would feel this way for another. But, you have invoked such—such emotion in me, it is almost a miracle.” Eloise laughed sheepishly. “You are not only angel in beauty and mind alike, you are also a miracle worker. . Are you not simply all a woman could ever want?”

“If you insist, Lady Bridgerton—“ You grinned widely, shrugging playfully at her.

You both laughed together, garnering sneers and smiles alike, although none of it was noticed. Lost in your own little bubble, hearts and butterflies practically fluttering around the pair of you.

In a spur of the moment, you decided to break from the traditional dance, pulling Eloise impossibly close to you before twirling her out—her dress billowing: she yelped in shock before you were both laughing giddily, others on the dance floor stumbling in bewilderment.

All eyes were on you both but you could not care, did not notice. You spun Eloise around before twirling her back to your front, swinging her playfully as she laughed loudly and you grinned uncontrollably down at her.

The sudden lack of chatter caused your shared laughter to slowly die out, looking about only to realise all eyes were on you both.

People blinked owlishly at the pair of you and you could feel Eloise begin to tense defensively before a sharp whistling erupted—followed by whoops and claps.

Everyone turned to see Benedict, fingers to his lips as he whistled uproariously. Kate was whooping and cheering happily, smiling ear to ear and Anthony, arm around her waist, was following her lead. Violet was politely clapping, a barely noticeable sheen of happy tears at her eyes at seeing her daughter to happy—Lady Danbury at her side, was applauding wholeheartedly as well. Colin was grinning, cheering—Penelope at his side was similarly expressing. Daphne and Simon were clapping loudly: The Queen, back on her platform, was engaging in a secret applause of her own, concealing her smile with Brimsley at her back doing the same.

Eloise and You blinked.

“Yes, yes!” Eloise snapped over the cheering, concealing her own smile and touched emotions. “We are quite besotted, thank you all for noticing, if you could return to your prior engagements that would sincerely appreciated.” She shouted, glaring at everyone.

The people of the ton twitched and blinked and fumbled in fear of the Bridgerton girl, returning to what they were doing—some sneaking looks back at you both.

When Eloise turned back to you in a pouty huff, you were beaming at her, mischief in your eyes.

“Besotted—?”

“Shut up!”

As your combined laughs echoed beautifully once again, all the Bridgertons and their extended family traded genuine smiles.

Their Eloise was incredibly happy, so it seemed: as were you.

[icarusredwings]

Team Leader.

A Worst wolverine's flashback fic.

Ft. Poolverine and a very confusing situationship. (COUGH scogan- mainly scogan COUGH)

~5k

Cw: Fightin n’ fuckin, internalized homophobia, prediscussed Cnc, Wrestling, Switching, Brat taming(?) Dominance play, Affair, pet play if you squint, rough feral floor sex, Handcuffs, cloth gags, degrading, no after care.. Logan just wanted a kiss.. angst

“Yeah.. Scott begged me to wear that suit..”

“Oh?” Wade asks, smirking as he leans over the table, watching as Logan takes another shot, honestly he's not sure why he just doesn't chug the bottle at this point. This was his second one for tonight, they were splurging after a particularly rough day, and of course, Wade was curious. And Logan was in the mood for reminiscing.

“What else did he do?”

“Well…there was this.. thing..”

___A very… very…long time ago___

Walking into the mansion, the team was pooped, costumes ripped, hair a mess, sweating to death, and ultimately…. defeated.

Cyclops, who had dust and dirt alike all over him, looking about as rugged as he'd ever get, clapped his hands.

“Alright gang, Good work out there.”

“Gang? What are we? Mystery incorporated?” Jubilee asks, who had cracked her sunglasses, lost an earring, Her jacket had tears in it and was already in a sassy mood from the failed mission.

He sighs. “Sure. If it makes you happy.”

“Does that make Jean Velma or Daphne?” Wolverine spoke up, covered in greasy sweat, his outfit practically in shambles. He had even lost a glove. Hank wouldn't like that. This was his 3rd one this month that has gone missing.

Cyclops pinched the bridge of his nose. “Logan, don't start..”

“Hey, I'm not the one calling us ‘gang’. Besides, that mission was shit, Scott and you know it.”

“I think that would make me Daphne.” Jean mumbled after some thought, Smiling a bit at the idea while Ororo groaned, heading up towards her room. She knew that they would start fighting any second and she was far too tired to deal with it. Oh well. Let the boys be boys. It made them happy to duke it out once in a while anyway.

“Jean, don't encourage them..” His posture was as if he just rolled his eyes. Not like anyone could see it though.

“I mean- We're both red heads, right? And if you're Fred, That makes me Daphne.” She explained, Logically of course, like always.

Logan smirked, putting a hand on his hip. “Yeah. You're pretty like her too, Red.”

Jean gave a small giggle, patting her boyfriend on the shoulder. “Alright. You two play nice.” She says “I'm going to check in with the Professor.”

He sighs, putting his hand on top of hers when patted. “Alright. Try not to make him too disappointed in us.”

“It's kind of hard to lie to a telepath but I'll do my best.” She agrees, starting to walk away.

Both men stared as she walked away. Scott gave a huff out of his nose, noticing. “Say, Jubes, does that make Logan the dog?” He asks as Logan growls. “I'm not a damn dog.”

Jubes blinked, looking back between the two and then to Jean down the hall. “I uh…I gotta shower before Hank clogs the drain with fur….Bye!” She says before running off, wanting to get a shower in before the boys got ugly.

Most times she would be up to watch a good fight, they've been at it for a week now, But today? She just wanted to be clean and maybe take a nap. One girl could only handle so many sparkles and fist fights.

“I'll take that as a yes. I'd say that you should shower too but wet dogs stink.” Scott muttered.

Grabbing his collar, Logan practically snarled in his face. “If you ever call me a dog again, Ill-”

“You'll what? Bite me? Last time I checked, dogs that bite get euthanized.” His hand came up to the sides of his head, as if threatening him.

Gritting his teeth, Logan let go, Crossing his arms.

“And besides if you haven't forgotten, Ascot boy, the guy got away. Who's fault is that? What kind of leader calls shots that get people killed?!”

“No one died, Logan! We're Xmen! We don't Kill people.” He said, making Logan point at him, the other hand in a fist.

“You lasered a whole building down! Dozens of people got injured!”

“Don't remind me! Do you think I like that on my conscious? We just need to get better. Train more.” Starting to walk away, he groans, shoulders dropping, saying this last line as if he's already thought about what he's done today and how he could have prevented it.

“What we need is a better leader.” Logan grumbled, causing him to turn around.

“What? Like you? Oh- Sure. Yeah. That'll go great. You can't lead this team Logan.” He says this as if it was a well known fact. As known as the ocean was blue like Wolverine's frozen glare.

“Yes I can! and I'd be a way better leader than you!” He snaps.

Eyeing him with what Logan could only assume was a glare, Scott scoffed. “Sure Scooby. You keep thinking that.” he goes to walk away again but Logan grabs him, turning him around as he holds him once again. Pulling him down to his level as he bared his teeth to him.

“Don't you ever call me that again. Who made you the boss anyway!? I can do what I want when I want. I don't remember signing a contract saying I'd obey a tightwad with his spandex up his ass!”

“The professor did! And if you have a problem with that you can take it up with him. Now get off of me!”

Shoving him away, He did let go, grunting some in displeasure seeing him actually walk away this time. So.. like a dog… he followed.

“Why don't you do it yourself.”

“What?”

“In the wild the strongest one is the leader and I know damn well that I'm bigger than you.”

Scott let out a laugh. “Ha! That's funny. Sure you're heavier than me but being a leader takes more than strength Logan. Even you should know that.”

“Are you saying you're stronger than me?”

“Maybe I am. Now move.”

Getting to his room, Scott turned, only for Logan to stand in front of it.

“Prove it.”

“What?”

“You heard me! Don't play stupid now! Prove it you coward!” He tells him.

Scott grunts, trying to find a way around him but couldn't. “Come on, you're being childish.”

“Then prove it! If you're such a good leader then why are you wussing out? Hm?”

“Logan! I'm not playing with you. Some of us have important stuff to do, move!”

Maybe it was the fact Logan was so slippery from the sweat. Maybe it was the fact that half their outfits were gone, lost somewhere in the city rubble. Maybe it was the fact that Scott knew he wouldn't go away until this was settled but he had gone to move him aside, only to be practically kicked through the door frame.

Falling onto his carpet, he grunted, sitting up on his hands.

“What the hell is wrong with you!?”

“I said prove it! And if I'm such a dog, It should be easy to show yer pack leader, right, Lasik?”

Scott glared, thinking for a minute. “Fine. But don't go crying to the Professor with your tail between your legs when I'm done with you.”

Kicking the door closed behind him, Logan smirked, unsheathing his claws. “Let's go, Pretty boy.”

So that's how we got here.

The majority of their costumes further ripped off, everything the two owned out in the open, wrestling to pin the other. Except it was more than that. The constant switching of positions and reluctant trade off of those in control.

Holding his hips back with an arm, and a hand around his throat, Logan kept the pace decent. He always did. Panting smirky huffs by his ear, Scott was trying to push him away, only for him to growl and nip his finger.

“Ouch-Logan! O-off!”

“I told you I'm stronger than you.”

“Stronger…Y-yes-” He started, Trying to keep standing up on his hands. The second he let his chest touch the floor he'd be done and he knew it. “But, This isn't the woods anymore pal!”

Attempting to pull the hand away from his neck, It only tightened, unsheathing those claws of his. “Going somewhere? You sure thought so huh?”

“Oh please! Like you'd have the balls-” a soft yip came from him as something hit his skin from behind. The blush once on his cheeks now spreads to his ears and throat like some kind of disease. One that unfortunately was incurable.

Smirking, The man scoffed. “You were saying?”

“Shut up.. god you're such a child. Let go!”

“Make me.” He growls, shifting his weight to pull him up, locking the arm around him and headlocked the other. Sure it was a bit tricky but seeing Scott squirm like this and willingly spread his knees wider made him feel successful in this battle of dominance.

Bouncing his hips up, A little giggle came from him as he reached an arm down, palming at him through the half pulled down briefs. “Where's those leadership skills now, bub? Hm?” Snarling against his skin was so fun, the temptation to sink his fangs into him, though he knew he wouldn't enjoy it, and explaining to Xavier why his star student had 4 massive holes in the side of his neck was NOT on his bucket list.

“Quit that. Don't you growl at me!” He says, trying to slip out of his grip but the more he tried the more Logan just held him tighter. God his hands were so well placed too, firmly keeping him in place to be bucked into like some kind of bitch.

Yeah well, Charles didn't raise no bitch. He raised a leader. Someone confident enough to understand the importance of the waiting game. How to deal with meat headed fools who gave their trust away far too easily when the entire world was in drought.

Closing his eyes, He tried to focus. Alright, think… Yeah that'll do. Leaning his head back onto his shoulder, letting out a few huffs, letting his arm sneak up behind his head. Gripping a fist full of hair, He let the other hand come to the arm that was holding him.

Leaning forward, he let himself fall a certain way that made his mouth fall open. “Logan..”

“Heh.. That wasn't so hard, was it?” He whispers, loosening his grip so he could put an arm forward on the floor. “See? I told you I was stronger than you.” He purrs with a sense of pride, becoming gentle with his touches, passionate even now that he thought Summers had submitted.

If we're being honest, he had no clue of this plan was going to work or not. Logan was right, he was stronger than him. That's always been one of his flaws. Despite how strong he truly was, how defined and well stretched his muscles were, Logan could throw him around like a raggedy ann doll, have his way with him however he wanted.

Scott swallowed, shaking his head. No. This was more than a test of strength and he knew so. He knew that Logan was trying to humiliate him. As easy as it would be to stay here and let him mate with him like a feral dog, he knew Logan would walk- No. Strut around the mansion all cocky and cause more problems amongst the team. It's just how he was.

Let him get away with it once? Shame on you. Because he wouldn't ever let you put him in his place a second time. He'd bring it up over and over again, brag and tease you constantly at every corner. That wouldn't be good for the team dynamic.

With a hiss through grit teeth, Scott quickly took hold of him with both hands, Throwing him over his shoulder, slamming his knees onto his forearms before he could try to scratch him.

“Yeah, You're right. That wasn't hard.” He smirks, turning back to look at the baffled face. Okay maybe trying to make a point while your ass was in front of his face wasn't the best plan but it worked didn't it?

Jumping up, he flipped him over, grabbing his arm as he sat on his back, his leg up on the other hand. Flexible fucker wasn't he?

“Now. Are you going to listen or do I have to prove it more?”

“Just because you got your leadership patch in boy scouts doesn't mea-” Gritting his teeth, He was jerked up onto a singular hand and his knees. You could tell that part of him had melted into such rough treatment, letting a couple of grunts escape as he closed his eyes, a small smirk on his face.

“What was that, short stack?” He asks, being sure to slam into him a way that makes his body jolt forward. “Losing your touch, Lo. Maybe stay off the syrup.” Logan turned to look at him with a snarl, glaring at the comment. Scott knew how he liked to sweeten his whiskey (and practically everything else) with Canada's delicacy.

“Oh, You're so fucking dead!”

Coming down the hall, Ororo was trying to comfort Jean about the mission. “It was hard on all of us, No? Just because you're a telepath doesn't mean you could have prevented it.” She smiles. “Yeah.. I hope the professor finds a foreseer soon. A little heads up would be nice.” The two giggle as Jean sighs. “I should go comfort Scott. He’s been really stressed out recently.” At first Ororo nodded, but getting closer to the door, This changed.

“Hey.. you know.. We should go get something from the city. Rouge took Jubilee so it would just be us sisters.” She grins, trying not to look so nervous about all of the grunts and muffled argument that was coming from the other side of the door.

Jean frowned. “Oh, They're fighting again… I really should-”

“Jeanie, Honey. Boys are just like that sometimes. You know how the lower species is. Always fighting like apes.” She put an arm around her shoulder, starting to lead her away with that innocent big sister's grin.

“Ha! Yeah I guess you're right. And it's like.. I'm not their mom right?”

“Exactly! You shouldn't have to keep them from fighting.”

“You're right. Gosh, Ro, you're such a good friend.”

Nodding, she glanced back at the door over her shoulder. “Oh, you have no idea.. Let's just hope they are finished by the time we return..”

The rug burn that Logan was getting on his cheek would be all worthwhile, especially like this? An arm put behind his back and a hand keeping his skull pressed against the carpet? He'd be a massive liar if he said this was new. Scott was always this way. You had to get him riled up just enough to take all that stress in his lower back and put it to good use, such as pounding Logan against the floor.

To smell his sweat, hear his mutters of passive agressive dirty talk, feel just how tight of a grip he had on his wrist, twisted just right so if he unsheathed those claws of his, they'd be going directly into his back.

Scott was clever like that. Such a teacher's pet. If he truly had wanted, Scott would be across the room by now, his face imprinted into the wall, but God did Logan love a quick witted idiot. He loved the tug of the fistful of hair.

He loved how confident he was afterwards, his chest puffed out and his mind clearer than ever. The private teasing he got from him in the halls, whispers of triumph and smart ass smirks directed at him whenever together. It made his stomach turn, his face heat and look away with his arms crossed to keep from his heart contained in the metal cage he's made for it.

“Not much to say now, Huh Logan? Not as tough as you thought?”

Letting out a little growl, it turned into a groan way quicker than he appreciated.

“What did I say about growling? God, you're so disobedient.”

A whine.

“Aw, don't tell me you've given up already? I thought wolves were stronger than that.”

“I-im not a wolf..”

“I don't know, Lo. You're sure acting like a pathetic pup.”

And there were those butterflies again, that shock that ran up his spine, smirking somewhat like an idiot as a snort of laughter escaped.

“There's a good boy. Maybe if you behaved like this more often we'd get along just fine.” He whispers, Sitting up as he lets go of his head and arm, now focusing on his hips.

All these thoughts were gradually getting beat out of him, replaced with newer, worse thoughts. He could feel himself going under in the sense that Logan could barely understand what was being said to him, hearing his voice in general was enough, even if the words slurred together into a quiet murmur of white noise that he enjoyed a little too much. He had to do something. Anything to get him out of his head before he wound up a drooling brain dead mess on the carpet.

Stretching his arms out, he let out a large groan as if signaling he was almost there, fully submitting under him.

“Shh. Someone might hear. Gotta get you a muzzle.” He whispers, Holding him by the front of his thighs.

Whining, He tries to push himself back more, one hand clawing the carpet, the other pulling a scrap of Scotts suit to his mouth, shoving it deep behind his canines, groaning into it as he breathed in the scent.

“Good thinking, Lo. You aren't as dumb of a mutt as I pinned you for.” For this, he was given an affectionate slap on the ass, a soft moan coming through the cloth.

Deeply breathing out as he pulls out just enough for the tip to still be in, quickly spitting on his hand but Logan was trying to crawl away. Before he could lather him with the saliva, Logan had tried to get up, making it only two steps away. Grabbing his leg, Scott jerks him back.

Rolling them over, Logan growls at him, about to unseath when an arm shoved his head against the side of the metal bed frame.

“Where do you think you're going? Huh? I already told you, you aren't tucking your tail out of this one. You wanna act like this? Fine. I'll tame you. Train you. You'll be my obedient pet one way or another.” Scott sneers.

Logan's eyes widen, frowning for a second as he realizes that somehow, out of nowhere, Scott had cuffed his hands, chain around the leg of the bed. Wait, when did he? How did he?

Before he could complain, His back arches slightly, putting his head back with a groan. “Fuck-”

“Watch your mouth, Mutt!” He says, shoving the cloth back in his mouth, getting bit. “Oh you bitc- fine! You wanted it, you're In for it now. Remember this when they ask why you're limping. You fell down the steps because you're a dumb mutt, got it?”

Logan nods, having trouble focusing, squirming and trying to tug at the cuffs.

“Don't even. They're vibranium. Like I said. Leaders have plans. Brute strength won't help you here, so what's your plan?”

Examining the cuffs, he notices a small J engraved into the bottom. It's now that Logan's dick twitched, his heart clenching as he smiled. Vibranium was so expensive.. and he bought them custom just for him. That must mean he cares about him, right?

“Why are you smiling? I'm about to win. Think, Logan. Remember the rules.” The rules were simple. Whoever came first loses. Practically anything else is on the table. Or.. in this case.. carpet.

The fingers that pressed into him, wet and warm, made him clench, earning him a stretch. “Quit moving. Lay down. Roll over. Stay.” He teases, slamming in again.

Logan's head goes back with a moan, drowned out by the cloth.

“Good booy, Lo. Now stay. And hush. Let your leader take care of it.” He says, smirking as he leans over him, noses an inch from each other. Logan wants to kiss him. Scratch that. He wants Scott to kiss him. He wants him to hold him and abuse his prostate like he was in a rut.

The pheromones ran through his nose as his chest heaved. He couldn't breathe, Light headed and dizzy. Or maybe it was how he looked at him when balls deep like this. Shit. He hates him. He hates him so goddamn much, and yet still he shakes with pleasure, jolting himself up off the floor while the man uses him like some kind of whore. Logan couldn't believe that all he had to do was rough him up a bit to get this kind of treatment.

He's spent so much time tripping over his lewd words in the hallway, dropping down on his knees in the shower, watching him bare chested and sweating in the danger room, Aching to be touched like this. And now he had it. This wasn't the first time, but the last time he had got too excited and came way too early.. something told him that this time Scott would stay after. He had so much energy, and putting it all out on him? It made Logan’s whines jump an octave.

Each thrust was rhythmic, the force, the length of pulling out, the angle. It was all planned. And this is why Scott was the leader. He was the guy with the plan.

“Stop tightening like that or I'll leave you here, chained up and desperate.” He grunts, swinging an arm under him to help him stay arched. With the extra support, He lets himself be limp in the upper body, biting his lip.

Leaning down, he nips at his abdomen, a soft chuckle coming up as Logan whimpers. “But you'd like that, huh? Tied up and sticky. Fucking sicko.”

He groans, each mean word causing a twitch. Putting his legs up to his chest, he spreads wide, Scott pushing up the buckle of his knee, the other holding his inner high, moaning lowly.

This is what Logan had wanted. He never wanted his hips to leave, he wanted- No. Needed Scott to use him to his own disgusting desires, fuck him every chance he got, every time he misbehaved, every time he sniffed even A hint of attitude in his voice.

The sloppier things got, the closer he got, Connecting their foreheads, eyes closed, Logan's grunts and huffs of air meeting with his grumbles of dominance and pants. It was all so warm. so beautiful. Perfect.

Spitting out the cloth, he went to say something but Scott only shoved it back in. “Shut up. Dog's can't talk.” He says, the way his stomach was tightening showing how close they both were. Whining, Logan spits out the tattered rag again, “Scooby can.”

“I thought you weren't scooby?” He smirks, a groan following, putting his face into Logan’s shoulder, bouncing a bit rougher.

Letting his mouth fall open, He moans, hands subconsciously jerking at the cuffs. This would be the time he'd scratch his back and clamp down around his waist and if it wasn't for Scott's body pushing his leg up still, he'd hold him so tight that he couldn't even think of leaving.

“Ooh fuck- fuck fuck fuck! Scott- s-Scotty fuck- please. Don't-”

“Are you finally going to behave? Huh? Mutt?”

Logan nods quickly, feeling his toes curl. “Y-yes.”

“Good boy, Logan.” He tells him the amount of rising warmth in his stomach running up his spine. Tears came to the corner of his eyes, gasping, keeping his head touching the ground as he jerks up, jolting a few times as sticky stings paint his chest, his stomach getting extra heat from the inside and out as he sits back up on his hands. “Shit-!

His claws pop, a bit of drool seeping out the corner of his lip, the stuffed feeling of artificial affection staying only a moment. Pulling away with a pop, Scott smirks, Smiling that shitty way whenever he gets his way. “God, Look at you.. Pathetic.. obedient..”

‘Mine' he hoped he'd say.

“All messy.. filthy mutt..”

Leaning up to unlock the cuffs, Logan is still buried, letting the metal sink back into his skin as he collapses, chest rising and falling against the floor, staring up at him with a pointy grin.

Bringing a hand to his cheek, Scott caresses him with a playful laugh. “You know.. you don't have to act out to get my attention. You could just.. ask.” He says softly.

Nuzzling into his hand, Logan smirks, Just now coming down from that beautiful cloud in the sky. “I'll remember that.” Taking hold of his arm, he pulls him closer, arms trying to wrap around his neck, a kiss to seal the deal on what so far has been a fun time for him.

“Woah- what are you doing?” He sits up, putting his hand on his shoulder as if pushing him away.

Logan frowns. “I was..” in An instant he felt shame fill the once warm spot in his stomach, twisting and coming up to his lungs. It was hard to breathe. Hard to think. Here was this beautiful man sitting infront of him, still fresh with the after glow, and yet… He didn't want to kiss him. Deep in his chest, he felt a pang.

“I… I thought..”

“Thought what?” The tone is condoncending, almost teasing. As if Scott was in disbelief of what he was hearing.

Leaning against the bedframe, naked and cold, Logan looks away. “...I thought were gonna kiss… Or.. somthin’..”

The laugh he coughs up is enough to make Logan want to puke, crossing his arms and closed his legs, pouting as he stares at the floor, the patch of cloth still there.

“You thought-? Logan. I'm getting married.”

It was a slap in the face. The ultimate humiliating moment.

“I'm engaged. And certainly not to you.”

“....”

“Look, What we have is fun but.. It ain't nothin.”

‘Nothin’...? Was it nothing in the danger room? Was it nothin in the shower? Nothin in the black bird?

Was it nothing on Jean's bed?

He tries to hide the gloss in his eyes as he glares at him.

And that's when I realized… I was the fool..

“...Im tellin'er…” He growls, tired of being the fool. Tired of sneaking around. Tired of betraying one of the first people to hold his head in their hands so gently.

“You wouldn't tell her anything.” He says, scoffing.

Logan had heard the foot steps, but didnt bother telling him. Why should he?

“Tell me what?- Scott?! What are you doing!?” Red stood there with a random mall dining hall cup in hand, some kinda fancy juice. She was mortified. Next to her, Ororo held a blue drink, matching Jean's red one. “Oh good goddess…”

“Jean!?” He cried, jumping up to run after the crying girl. “This is all your fault! I should have known. You just wanted to come between us so you can have her for yourself!” He scolds him, pointing at him like the master of a dog who was caught digging in the garbage.

That was the day.. I decided.. I'm done being his mutt.

“.....I just wanted a kiss..”

___The preset___

A tear drips into Logan’s shot as he stares at the table, glaze eyed and glossy with salty thick streams. “...The J was for Jean…”

Logan shakes his head softly. “I tried to be obedient.. I thought… I thought maybe he'd..”

He shifts his head, trying to hide it in his hand, face palming a few times. “I'm so stupid Wade… so stupid.. To think that.. that maybe..” The man sniffled, his crow feet getting tighter as he thought more about it.

“Oh, No, honey. He didn't even kiss you? Com’ere. I'll give you all the kisses. Promise.”

Shimmying himself into Logan's lap, he nuzzles against Logan's gray streaked chops, Grabbing his face and kissing him all over. Through the tears, Logan lets out a soft snort.

“Thanks, Wade..”

“Loagie?”

“Hm..”

“Do you want engraved Handcuffs? They probably won't be vibranium cause I told T'challa that Suri and I could be twins. Apparently she took great offense to that so now I'm banned from Wakanda.”

“You don't have too..”

“L or W?” He asks, in a serious tone, wrapping his arms around his neck. He was patient while Logan thought, checking his eyes for sincerity.

“But-”

“Or H? For Howlett?”

He smiles, a blush rising up his ears, and not cause the whiskey. “...Logan.”

“Oooh, whole name? Do you know how much engraved metal costs PER letter? Now who went and spoiled you, huh? Mr. Fancy feast cat food.” He scoffs, chuckling.

“You did.”

“Oh yeah… I did do that, didn't I? Anything for my, Peanut.”

The rest of the evening, Wade didn't let him go unkissed for A total of every 5 minutes, smooching him anywhere he could reach.

“I'll kiss ya, baby. Always.”

[themagicwolf6677]

nice

My favorite Love Song that Reminds Me of My Favorite Cartoon and Animated Couples

[midnightscramble]

Part 3 of courting reader pleaseee happy ending? We need the confort lol

Promenading with Widows Part 3 (Violet Bridgerton x fem!Reader)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

The Masterlist

Author's Note: This is dedicated to @blueberrycoffee19. Remember that no author is perfect and that asks are taken as guide lines. Please enjoy and Happy readings to you.

Summary: Violet gives Y/n the cold shoulder. After many days apart, the women find themselves depressed without each others company. Y/n comes to the wrong conclusion as to why their friendship came to a sudden end. Violet goes to reconcile with Y/n.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, smut, desperate yearning Violet, first orgasm/fingering (Y/n receiving), Bottom Y/n, soft Top? Violet, period typical internalized homophobia, no Beta read

The first day after the news was broken, Violet did not leave her chamber, not willing to let her children see her in shambles. She lounged in bed, drifting in and out of sleep until meals were dropped off at her door. She found that the issue with sleeping the day away was that when night fell, she had nothing to do but think. The second day arrived, blending with the first as her exhaustion clouded her mind. Violet trudged around the house, donning a robe over her nightgown as she lacked the energy to get properly dressed for the day. Her eyes were swollen and red after spending the night crying, with little red dots adorning her eyelids from the intensity of her tears.

Her children watched her with concern, tentatively giving her space to process. Violet took her breakfast out on the backyard patio, hoping the sun would warm her chilled bones. She could not blame Y/n, not really. It was not the young widow's fault that she did not return her feelings. Violet had given her no indication of them, thus Y/n simply did not know she was hurting her by coupling with Lady Cowper.

She sneered as the blonde woman crossed her mind, the despicable Lady was most likely with her dear Y/n now, accompanying her on a morning promenade. With great effort, she choked down her breakfast, feeling utterly nauseous as she envisioned Y/n's arm linked with Lady Cowper's. What would they even have to talk about on such excursions? The young widow herself was fascinating, but Lady Cowper was not known for intrigue. Violet knew how to entertain Y/n, how to talk with her and wade through her cryptic language. She strongly doubted that Cowper understood Y/n the way she did nor put in the effort to.

Daphne knocked gently on the patio door frame, drawing her mother from the deep recesses of her mind. In her hand she held a letter, elegantly twirling it between her pointer and middle finger.

"Another one?" Violet asked. Including this one, Y/n had sent her four letters since Violet cancelled their plans, all of which went unopened. Daphne nodded before taking a seat next to her mother. She delicately placed the letter on the table, but Violet made no move to reach for it. She could not bring herself to look upon the sweet handwriting of the young widow. Whatever the contents of the letters held, Violet was sure it would only worsen the situation and cause her to fall deeper down this rabbit hole of unrequited feelings.

"Love is rather tricky, MaMa. I am sorry that we had gotten your hopes up. It appears that Kate and Penelope had misinterpreted Lady Y/n's affection for you as something greater, we had all thought we were guiding you to something secure." The redhead put her hand on Violet's arm in comfort. Violet's lip quivered with emotion as she listened. "At the end of the day you must ask yourself, is it better to lose her entirely, or have her as a friend?" They sat in silence and watched the morning mist settle on the grass, leaving everything dewey and fresh.

"How could I possibly face her?" Violet sniffed, looking out at the distant trees to distract herself.

Daphne hummed in consideration, "The beauty of keeping your feelings to yourself is that for the other party, nothing has changed. That is how you face her, exactly how you normally would." Violet patted her daughter's hand, a subtle motion to let her know she was excused. She released a deep breathe as she was left alone again. Perhaps this evening she would pay her companion a visit and apologize for her sudden absence.

...

Over at the Y/l/n estate, Y/n was not fairing much better. Holed up inside her study, she had multiple editions of English Decency Laws spread about the floor. Once she had realized that Violet was ignoring her, she began to fear what the Bridgerton's would do with what they had witnessed transpire between herself and Lady Cowper. She knew from a distance, that it may have looked like they were familiar, which would be enough to get her tried as a criminal. Worriedly, she ran a hand through her messy hair, continuing her frantic search for a loop hole or protection of any kind.

Tears gathered in her eyes out of frustration. Despite the acute awareness that she risked absolute ruin, what really bothered her about the situation was Violet distancing herself. The Dowager Viscountess was known about the Ton for her piousness, so it should not have come as a shock to Y/n when the Lady decided to recoil from their friendship.

She felt like a wounded animal. Even though the whole situation was a misunderstanding, it forced her to reflect upon herself. She could not deny it any longer, she was taken by Violet, and her rejection had stung beyond belief.

It had all happened so fast. Impossibly fast. She was barley keeping it together as is, but the thought of being without the Lady frightened her. She didn't want to be alone again, and despite having family and other friends that she could turn to, she knew it would grant her no relief. Regardless of who she was with, she felt utterly alone. That was until she found Violet, who cured her of the paradoxical feeling. Y/n did not want to return to her empty life.

The widow cursed her own weakness as she sat on the floor in defeat. She had scared away the one person she wanted close to her, and that loss was greater than the potential of losing her freedom.

...

Clouds rolled in as evening approached, heavy with the promise of rain and whisperings of what would soon be thunder. Violet alerted her household that she would be off for the evening, going to reconcile with Lady Y/n. They threw her sympathetic glances and kind words as she left, leaving her feeling even more pitiful.

The carriage ride was awful and bumpy. She tried to close her eyes to obtain some sort of reprieve before committing herself to an evening of acting as if she were not in love the young widow. It would be tasking, but as Daphne had put it, she would not want a life with out Y/n. She would settle for being the woman's friend, and try to morph the love she felt into purely platonic support.

Sooner than she would have liked, she had arrived at the Y/l/n estate. A light drizzle fell from the sky and rumblings of thunder sounded in the distance, although, it went completely unnoticed by the Lady as Violet could only hear her own heart pounding in her ears. She approached the large front door and knocked harshly. After a moment, a butler opened it slightly, then wider once he recognized Violet, "She is in the study, my Lady."

Violet nodded her thanks and noticed that the house was in the exact state as she had seen it last, however the darkness outside and lack of lighting made the hallways seem daunting and sinister. Outside the closed study door's sat three trays of untouched food, giving the Lady pause. Her heart squeezed with guilt and she knocked on the door with a single knuckle.

Y/n softly called out, voice cracking, "I do not wish to be disturbed."

Violet let her forehead thud on the door softly, wanting nothing more than to burst into the room and take the girl in her arms. Recomposing herself with a shuddered breath, she called out in a half serious, half jesting tone, "Should I disturb you tomorrow then?"

There was a beat of silence before she heard the light thump of feet on marble floor and the door swung open, "You're here," Y/n searched her companion's eyes in wonder. It seemed by thinking of the woman endlessly, she had manifested her presence somehow.

Violet smiled politely, "I am," she looked over her shoulder and saw the mess of papers on the floor, "May I come in, or would I be interrupting?" Please let me in, she thought.

"No, no, please do. We have much to discuss, I'm sure." Y/n backed up before Violet could enter her space, not wanting to offend the woman with her closeness. Bitterly, Y/n thought about how Violet must be disgusted by her. She would give the woman ample room, as to not seem predatory in any fashion. The action did not go unnoticed, and Violet forced herself to clench her hands tightly, preventing herself from reaching out and grabbing hold of the young woman. She took another step and Y/n took another back, maintaining a respectable amount of distance.

She took in the disheveled state of her companion, her face looked sunken and her eyes were glossy with unshed tears. Her hair fell wildly down her shoulders, and in attempt to tame it, Y/n smoothed a hand down its length. Y/n had obviously been stewing in agony over Violet's shunning.

"Violet, let me just begin by saying, I am so happy to see you."

"As am I you." Violet looked down at her hands, trying to contain her growing emotions. It would be of no use to act foolishly and accost Y/n with questions about her and Lady Cowper's acquaintanceship.

Y/n looked away, insecurely, "Are you really?"

Violet bit her lip, "Of course, you are so dear to me," she swallowed before continuing, "I delight in your company, always."

"Even in light in what you have heard about me?"

Violet shut her eyes and her nose reddened as she became emotional, "As I said, always..." Even if I must be content with only your friendship, she thought.

Somewhat relieved, Y/n went to explain, "You must understand, it is not what you think. Well, it is and it isn't." The widow strolled to look out at the incoming storm. Violet watched her in confusion, "How do you mean?"

"Lady Cowper propositioned me rather unexpectedly in the gazebo. I was in the midst of refusing her advance when your children spotted us." Violet released a deep breath at the admission. The tension she had been holding in her shoulders ceased and she slowly made her way to the younger woman, who was still turned towards the window.

"However, it is not entirely untrue... I have recently discovered a fondness for the fairer sex." Y/n sniffled, preparing herself for another rejection, "If you do not find me to be suitable company, I would completely understand." Looking at her reflection in the window, Y/n could see Violet approach her from behind, yet was still startled when her hand landed upon the small of her back.

Feeling hope return to her, Violet answered reassuringly, "I find you very suitable company." Lady Y/n turned to her and they found their faces were inches apart. "I actually have a similar affliction..."

"You do?" Y/n's eyes widened, was it possible that her feelings were returned?

Giving confirmation, Violet licked her lips before answering, "I do." Violet's eyes flickered down to Y/n's lips and then back to her eyes. Y/n's breath hitched as she slowly closed the distance, experimentally connecting their lips for a chaste kiss. Violet's hands fell to her waist, and Y/n's came to rest on her shoulders.

Before the kiss could deepen, Y/n pulled back slightly, ready to confess, "I want this, undoubtedly. However, I am not sure what to do," she gazed into Violet's eyes, trying to communicate her sincerity and need for guidence.

With flushed cheeks, Violet let out a kind laugh, "Then we shall have to figure it out together." Y/n kissed her cheek and grabbed her hand, leading her out of the study and to the second floor. Slightly confused, Violet looked at her companion with concern as they stopped in front of the large ebony door of the marital bedroom.

Before Y/n could reach out to open it, Violet stopped her, "We do not have to- This is not a requirement of our relationship." It pained her to put off what she so desperately longed for, but Y/n's emotional state trumped her ever growing lust.

"I know... I want this, with you. I want this room to be ours, not his." Opening the door, Y/n made her way to the bed, sitting atop it and waiting for Violet to join her. The Lady went to the curtains, pulling them aside to allow moonlight to illuminate the room. Y/n was taken aback in the slightest and looked at Violet for explanation, which she supplied, "I wish to see you while we make love." Y/n flushed at the romanticism, suddenly self conscious. Lord Y/l/n had only ever preferred to couple in the comfort of complete darkness. At the time she had been thankful, as she would not have to look upon him during the act. Yet, with Violet, she knew she would be unable to look away once they began.

The Lady began to disrobe, first with her coat, then her shoes. Y/n stood from the bed, "Allow me." Stepping behind Violet, she undid the buttons of her dress. She pushed it off of Violet's freckled shoulders, leaving the woman in her slip. She diligently plucked the pins from her hair, allowing the Lady's copper brown curls to fall. Violet stepped over her discarded clothes and pulled Y/n into her arms. Their mouths clashed against each other's with great vigor and Violet slid her tongue across Y/n's bottom lip, asking for entrance. The widow moaned and opened her mouth, letting Violet's tongue explore her. Grasping her hips tightly, Violet slowly guided them towards the bed, and Y/n gasped when the back of her knees made contact. Crawling backwards without disconnecting their mouths, Y/n laid back in the center of the bed.

Breaking the kiss, Violet placed her hand on Y/n's abdomen, pressing down lightly to keep her in place as the young woman eagerly tried to chase after her. Her lips traveled down Y/n's throat and to her chest, mouthing at the tops of her breasts. The widow's nipples hardened through her nightgown and she arched up at the sensation. Violet's other hand came up to palm at her chest, thumb gliding over the satin fabric, feeling the peaked nipple twitch at her ministrations. Breathlessly, Y/n shuddered, threading her fingers through Violet's hair. Her other hand tensed, not entirely sure what to do with herself. Sensing the other woman's hesitation, Violet moved her head back up. "Still with me, darling?" She cooed.

Y/n nodded, and in adoration, she moved a hand to cradle the side of Violet's face. Her fingers smoothed over the apple of her cheek and the Lady turned her head to kiss Y/n's palm sweetly. They smiled at each other briefly and Violet brought their mouths together then nuzzled her with her nose. "Relax. I promise you will enjoy this," she whispered. She felt the edge of her nightgown slowly be dragged up her thighs, bunching around her waist. Everywhere Violet touched left a trail of heat on her body, making the skin come to life. She was dizzy with anticipation and let her head fall back onto the pillow as she breathed deeply to prepare herself. Her eyes fell shut and she suddenly felt like if she opened them, she'd awake from this lovely dream.

Nipping at her ear, Violet tempted, "Open your eyes, my love." Y/n opened them slowly, enjoying Violet's commanding presence and the way her body was almost a protective shield to the woman beneath her.

She felt Violet's fingertips gently touch her center, causing her to inhale sharply. Delicately sliding her fingers through Y/n's folds, Violet felt how her hips twitched in response and smiled to herself with satisfaction. Having gathered enough wetness, she slowly sunk her fingers into the woman, and watched as Y/n's face broke with a shocked moan, interrupting her calm concentration. The young woman pulsed around her stilled fingers and Violet only started to move them once Y/n's hips jumped upwards in a silent plea for more. She rhythmically moved her fingers in and out of her lover, trying to memorize the spots that made her breath catch involuntarily.

"You are so beautiful," Violet admired the pretty flush that had spread from the widow's cheeks to her chest.

Despite the evening chill, Y/n felt as though she were on fire. Never before had she experienced such unbridled passion and tender love making. Her abdomen felt unusually tight, like a twig ready to snap. It frightened her slightly, but with Violet above her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, all worries were dissolved.

Moving her thumb upwards, Violet easily found the woman's engorged clit. She drew tight circles around it and Y/n's hips stuttered at the stimulation. Reconnecting their mouths, Violet swallowed Y/n's whimpers as she applied direct pressure. Falling out of rhythm, Y/n tossed her head back as her body was rocked with waves of pleasure as her orgasm took over. The tension that she had been feeling had been released and her vision became cloudy as she succumbed to the simple state it left her in.

Violet's fingers continued to work her body like an instrument, not relenting until Y/n tilted her hips away from her, unable to handle anymore. She gathered Y/n in her arms as she caught her breath.

A pleasant smile spread across her face and the young woman giggled deliriously, "That was sensational, I had no idea..." She didn't finish her sentence, not wanting to remind Violet of her unsatisfactory moments of intimacy with Lord Y/l/n. Intuitively, the Lady held her tighter, understanding what Y/n had meant.

"That is how it is supposed to be, how it will be whenever I take you to bed." Y/n blushed and hid her face in Violet's neck, causing the older woman to laugh. They kissed softly, enjoying the newfound intimacy as they cuddled in bed.

In jest, Violet wondered out loud, "What shall we do about Lady Cowper. Perhaps I shall ask her on a morning promenade and abandon her in the woods." While her words were humorous, the possessive grip she had on Y/n's waist revealed the more serious undertone of jealousy.

Y/n chuckled, "You would waste a morning promenade on Lady Cowper?"

Violet huffed, "No, I suppose the only thing worthy of my time would be promenading with widows."

Y/n smacked Violet’s arms, "I better be the only widow you promenade with." She kissed her lightly.

"I return that sentiment." They grinned at each other.

[queersrus]

request for cottagecore + sad-ish? id pack? please + thanks!

here's my attempt!

assuming id pack includes more than just the usual npts i'll throw in a few cottagecore and sad related labels i found

(nick)names:

ambrose, amos, ansel, acacia, ada, adelaide, arwin/arwen, ava, avery/averie, aviva, amaranth, able, arbor, art, arty/artie, asher, ainsley, acheron, adalia brandy/brandi, branwen, billie/billy, bryony, bill, banner, booker, bram

barley, brion, brian, bryce chloris, chandra, cyrene, cayenne, cade, clyde, chester, cliff denna, diana/dianna, diona, donna/dona, derby, dallas, danica, daphne, dixie, dawn, dylan

edmund, elenore, elodie, eudora, elenore/eleanor, ebony, erica, eila, eira, eve, eithne, everlee, elize, eliza, elizabeth, everlyn, elwood, emerson, elowen finnegan, freddy/freddie, frederick, fallin/fallon, florance/florence

fable, frank, frankie/franky, franklin/franklyn, faine, filbert, finneas ginny/ginnie, gale, georgia, george, georgina, granger halcyone, hana/hanna/hannah, harriet, harry, hayley/hailie/hailey, halie/hallie, heather, harlowe/harlow, harrow, hadar, hawl, hayes,

huck, holden, huso ilana, illiana/iliana, ingrid, ivory jane, janet/janette, jesse/jessie, josie, jose, jack, jackie, jackson kingston, kodi/kodie, kodiak, kylan

lupin, lian, liana/lianna, liane/lianne, linc, linden, lyle, lucius maisie, matilda, maude, mabel, merle, marin, mica/mika, mason/macon, martin, miller, miles nellie, nyssa, ned, nick, ness

opholia, oliver, olive, olivia, oleander, odell, oriel, oscar paisley, poppy, posie, phineas, parker rose, rosemary/rosemarie, rosy/rosie, rory, rosette, rosetta, rue, rosabel/rosabell/rosabelle, rosa, rosabela/rosabella, rosella, rosaria,

rosario, rob, robert, ray, reed, ridge, ryland, rowan, roan shiloh, sharon, scarlet/scarlett/skarlett, sam, samantha, samuel, sunny/sunnie, sawyer, shaw, shay, steve, stevie, stevia, sorell/sorrell, seb, sebby/sebbie, sebastian, saddie/sadie, sade

theodore, theo, tori, toria, tamie/tammie, tawny, terra, timber, tim, timothy, tanner, teddy/teddie, trevis/travis, trevor, tyler, tristan/tristin, tristah/trista, trystia verginia, vicky/vickie, victor, victoria, viola, violet/violette,

violeta/violetta, valerian, vernon winnie, willa, winston, winifred, winslow, will, william, willow, wade, wagner, warren, watts, watson, wilhelmina yvonne, yves zephyr/zephyre, zara, zinnia, zion

surnames:

appleyard, ashton, ashwood baker, brookstone, butterfield catkin, cobbler, cooper, copper, copperwood, copperfield, crestfallen dogwood, direwood, direbrook, direfield, desperfield, downyard

doleman fenlon, falkner, forlorn greenwood, greenfield, golding, goldwood, goldfield, griefman, griefwood, gardner

hilbrook, holbrook, heath, horsewood, horsefield, hawksley, harrowing, hawkswood, hawthorne, hawkner, hawkfield, holloway, hallowood

larken, limewood, lockhart, lovejoy mourner, mournwright, mournman nettleship

plowman, penrose, penwright redbrook, rosedale, redwood, rosewood, redfield summerfield, sweetnam, seawright, sorrowfield, sorrowbrook, shamewood, shamewright

thacker, thatcher westfield, wainwright, write/wright, wagonwright, woodsman, wyrmwood/wormwood, winterwood, winterrose, wretchwood, wretchman

system names:

the cottagecore *system, the sorrowful system, the melancholic cottage system, the mourning flowerbed system, the gloomy garden system, the tearful system, the harvest system

1st p prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

ci/cotte/cottagy/cottagine/cottageself hi/he/hy/harvestine/harvestself gi/garde/gardy/gardine/gardenself si/sade/sady/sadine/sadself si/sorre/sorry/sorrowine/sorrowself mi/me/mely/melancholine/melancholyself

2nd p prns: you/your/yours/yourself

co/cottager/cottagers/cottagerself ho/harvester/harvesters/harvesterself go/gardener/gardeners/gardenerself so/sader/sadders/sadderself so/sorrower/sorrowers/sorrowerself mo/melancholer/melancholers/melancholerself

3rd p prns: they/them/theirs/themself

co/cottage, cott/age, cot/cottage, cot/tage, cottage/cottages, cottage/core har/vest, ha/harvest, harv/est, harvest/harvests gar/den, gar/garden, garden/gardens, garden/core farm/core sa/sad, sad/sads, sa/ad, sad/sadden, so/sorrow, sor/row, sorr/ow, sorrow/sorrows, sorrow/sorrowful mel/melancholy, mel/ancholy, melan/choly, melancholy/melancholies, melancholy/melchancholic

titles:

the weeping gardener, the mourning farmer, the sad cottage dweller, the melancholic planter, the sorrowful woodsman

**one who lives a sad cottage life, one who mourns within ones cottage, one who weeps amongst ones gardens, one who copes with sadness through cottage life

book titles:

the sad little cottage, a melancholic villager, the weeping willows, the mourning garden, the sorrows of an old cottage, a pitiful harvest

genders:

buncottagecoric(link),

cottagegoric(link), cafdreamian(link), cottagecrittean(link), cottagecoric(link), Cálidatierramielgender(link)

epuisetristic(link)

gendersob(link)

Sadnostacatgender(link)

orientations: (n/a)

other:

cottagecore bpd(link)

many can be found by searching cottagecore genders/mogai/liom as well, there are many versions of cottagecore flags especially for lgbt related labels so they should not be hard to find if you feel like looking!

*system can be replaced with any alternative (ex. cluster, collective, hoard/horde, etc)

**one can be replaced with any prn

[newtonsheffield]

Kate Sharma and Anthony Bridgerton in You never called it what it was by newtonsheffield (Moomin_94)

"Why am I hearing that you haven't written anything in months?" Anthony narrowed his eyes at Kate, over the top of his book, his feet resting on the edge of his desk. "Who told you that?" "I have my sources," Kate said, dropping her bag on the velvet sofa in the corner, followed by her coat, her leather gloves twisting in her hands. "Benedict is not a reliable source of information." Anthony tutted, trying to push down the way his heart fluttered in his chest just at the sight of her. Just as it had since he was eighteen. Stop it, she doesn't want you. You know she doesn't. Kate's boot nudged his feet off the edge of his desk, "It wasn't Benedict." "Daphne isn't either." He adjusted the glasses sliding down the end of his nose. "How did you even get in here?"

Kate waved her hand vaguely, "Someone left the door open for me." "Fucking Greg." Anthony hissed, finally setting down his book. "Well, they're wrong. I'm writing all the time, constantly, can't stop me." You fucking liar. You haven't written anything since that dedication. He'd stared at that dedication for hours, Sure, she'd realise what she hadn't already, the moment she saw the dedication: That every word of that book was written for her, about her. A love letter that he'd sunk his entire being into until it breathed off the page. She must have known, everyone else did. They asked him about it in every interview, Who is it for? Who is she? His family sent one another glances whenever he mentioned his uni friend turned editor. Her own sister had raised her eyebrows just the other day. "How was Sarah today?" "Who?" "Don't fucking pretend, Anthony." She had to know that Snow Filled Paper was for her. Hell, the title was about the short story she'd written at Oxford that he still thought about every day of his life. He'd plucked it from the bin where she'd left it on the way out of class and it sat folded in the front of the book in his hand now. The one that was hers. And she hadn't said anything. Nothing. Because she didn't know what to say. She didn't want him, so why should he care?

"Show me some pages then." Kate said bluntly, crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't have to show you my pages!" He said, a little affronted, well aware that he didn't have anything to show, even if he wanted to. "I'm your editor." She rolled her eyes, flicking his ear. "Well, edit someone else!" He scoffed, "I'm sure T F Dickhead is writing you mystery novel after mystery novel to wade through. Surprise: The Gardener always does it!" She rolled her eyes, " I'm going to ignore that. If you have time to sit here and read your own book, you have time to show me your work." "No. I'm busy!" "You have a can of Pringles resting on your stomach." "It's called a creative process, Kate! And these are a limited edition flavour for your information. This is practically science!" "Anthony. You haven't written anything." No. And I don't want to ever again.

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Characters I Write For

Please message me with any ideas/requests! I need ideas(short fics or series)

Mostly write for fem!readers. I can write fluff, angst, smut, etc. If I’m not comfortable with something I can let you know

Character/Actor List

Favorite Characters/Actors To Write For

Draco Malfoy, Weasley twins

Jesse Pinkman

Paul Dano characters

Josh Hutcherson characters

Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel

Damon Salvatore, Silas, Klaus Mikaelson, Kol Mikaelson

Rodrick Heffley

Bellamy Blake

Ezra Fitz(should probably make it clear I don’t condone)

Ian Duncan(Community)

Charlie(It’s Always Sunny)

Luke Castellan, Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase

Finnick Odair

Tommy Shelby

Killian Hook

Paul Dano

Klitz(The Girl Next Door)

Dwayne Hoover(Little Miss Sunshine)

Edward Nashton(The Batman)

Calvin Weir-Fields(Ruby Sparks)

Brian Wilcox(Fast Food Nation)

Joby Taylor(For Ellen)

Nick Flynn(Being Flynn)

Josh Hutcherson

Peeta Mellark(The Hunger Games)

Mike Schmidt(FNAF)

Josh Futturman(Future Man)

Devon Bostick

Rodrick Heffley(Diary of a Wimpy Kid)

Jasper Jordan(The 100)

Cillian Murphy

Tommy Shelby(Peaky Blinders)

Dr. Jonathan Crane(The Dark Knight)

Neil(Watching the Detectives)

Christian Bale

Patrick Bateman(American Psycho)

Bruce Wayne(The Dark Knight)

Breaking Bad

Jesse Pinkman

Jane Margolis

Saul Goodman

Harry Potter(Golden Trio Era)

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

Draco Malfoy

Pansy Parkinson

Blaise Zabini

Theodore Nott

Daphne Greengrass

Adrian Pucey

Terence Higgs

Harry Potter(Marauders Era)

James Potter

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Lily Potter

Severus Snape

Regulus Black

Lucius Malfoy

Narcissa Malfoy

Bellatrix Lestrange

Arthur Weasley

Harry Potter(Fantastic Beasts Era)

Newt Scamander

Queenie Goldstein

Leta Lestrange

Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson

Annabeth Chase

Luke Castellan

Thalia Grace

Jason Grace

+ Gods

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Emily Prentiss

Derek Morgan

JJ

Penelope Garcia

David Rossi

Elle Greenaway

Cat Adams

Megan Kane

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

John Winchester

Mary Winchester

Castiel

Charlie Bradbury

Rowena McLeod

Adam Milligan

Lucifer

Ruby

Jessica Moore

Gabriel

Benny Lafitte

Bela Talbot

Jo Harvelle

Ellen Harvelle

Superstore

Jonah Simms

Amy Sosa

Marcus White

Garrett McNeill

Dina Fox

Cheyenne Lee

Bo Thompson

Gilmore Girls

Lorelai Gilmore

Christopher Hayden

Luke Danes

Logan Huntzberger

Jess Mariano

The Hunger Games

Peeta Mellark

Katniss Everdeen

Gale Hawthorn

Finnick Odair

Johanna Mason

Haymitch Abernathy

Pretty Little Liars

Aria Montgomery

Spencer Hastings

Emily Fields

Hannah Marin

Mona Vanderwaal

Alison Di Laurentis

Jason Di Laurentis

Ezra Fitz

Toby Cavanaugh

Jenna Marshall

Caleb Rivers

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Katherine Pierce

Elena Gilbert

Jeremy Gilbert

Bonnie Bennett

Caroline Forbes

The Originals

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Freya Mikaelson

Hayley Marshall

Marcel Gerard

Davina Claire

Twilight

Edward Cullen

Bella Swan

Alice Cullen

Jasper Hale

Rosalie Hale

Emmett Cullen

Victoria

The 100

Bellamy Blake

Octavia Blake

Jasper Jordan

Shameless

Fiona Gallagher

Lip Gallagher

Carl Gallagher

Frank Gallagher

Mandy Milkovich

Kevin Ball

Veronica Fisher

The Bear

Carmy Berzatto

Sydney Adamu

Richie Jerimovich

Suicide Squad

Harley Quinn

Rick Flag

Blackguard

Once Upon A Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Rumplestiltskin

Robin Hood

Ruby

Hades

Community

Jeff Winger

Abed Nadir

Annie Edison

Troy Barnes

Ian Duncan

It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia

Charlie Kelly

Dennis Reynolds

Dee Reynolds

Mac

Cricket

House MD

Greg House

Robert Chase

James Wilson

Lisa Cuddy

Parks and Recreation

Ben Wyatt

April Ludgate

Andy Dwyer

MCU, Marvel

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Natasha Romanoff

Bruce Banner

Wanda Maximoff

Loki Laufeyson

Peter Parker(Holland, Garfield, Maguire)

Gamora

Peter Quill

Scott Lang

Steven Strange

Jessica Jones

Wade Wilson

DC CW

Oliver Queen

Barry Allen

Felicity Smoak

Laurel Lance

Sara Lance

Malcom Merlyn

John Constantine

Leonard Snart

Ray Palmer

Caitlyn Snow

Julian Albert

Rip Hunter

10 Things I Hate About You

Patrick Verona

Cameron James

New Girl

Jess Day

Nick Miller

Schmidt

Other Characters

Charlie Kelmeckis(Perks Of Being A Wallflower)

Jesse Eisenberg Characters

Dr. Who(10th Doctor)

Will Probably Add More

[scoobydoominuscoobydoo]

Hi!!! First of all can I just say how much I LOVE your page?!? I don’t really have a question, I just wanted to post some story ideas that I had that I thought you might enjoy.

Story ideas

Shaggy is a typical loner guy at school, not necessarily emo, he just prefers the company of animals (especially his dog Scooby Doo) Daphne is the popular girl (of course) but she sees Shaggy sitting underneath a tree during lunch birdwatching and eating a comically large sandwich. Let’s just say he’s piqued her interest. (Sort of like a Kristoff/Anna dynamic)

Shaggy becomes Commander Cool (for some unexplained reason that I never thought through) and Velma is the only person he tells because Fred is out of town for the time being, and Daphne can’t keep a secret to save her life. Velma agrees to he his “guy in the chair” (think Wade from Kim Possible) and assists him from her desk at home. While he struggles at first, he eventually starts to get the hang of crime fighting. One day, Daphne gets caught in a bank robbery and CC comes in to save the day. After seeing Commander Cool in action Daphne begins to wonder who this masked avenger really is.

Shaggy and Daphne have been dating for nearly a month now and they’re still the hottest topic of gossip at school. “What does she see in that toothpick?” “Ugh, she could do SO much better.” “She must have lost a bet or something.” “Either that or she’s doing it out of pity.” Needless to say, even someone, who can laugh at himself as much as Shaggy can, has his breaking point. But what can his loving girlfriend do if all he can say is, “I’m fine”?

Shaggy and Daphne are excited for Fiction Con (pretty much like Comic Con but copyright friendly, I know I’m so original) Daphne doesn’t tell anyone she’s going (she’s got a reputation to uphold) but Shaggy is letting everyone and anyone know he’s going and he’s proud of it! The day of the con, Shaggy goes in his Commander Cool cosplay and while he’s looking through the different booths and events, he comes face to face with the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, in a Wonder Lass cosplay (In this universe, there is a female superhero named Wonder Lass who sometimes assists Commander Cool in crime fighting, it’s been a common theory among the CC fandom that Commander Cool and Wonder Lass will end up together.) Will Shaggy find out who this mysterious girl is before the 3-day con ends?

Sorry if this was a long post I just wanted to get these out there and share them with someone who loves Shaphne as much as I do. And maybe (just maybe) it can get other people’s creativity pumping and they’ll share their own stories and ideas.

Thank you so much! Keep up the great work!!

Actually these are all 5 star ideas and I'm honored that you're willing to share them with me. I love the idea of playing with the gang as a vigilante justice squad. I guess that's technically what they are IN CANON but like I would love to write them as like a spiderman type crime fighting gang. Shaggy would absolutely slay as the unwilling hero that is accidentally so good at it that he has to keep doing it even though he hates it. And I am weak for any sort of "helping them patch up their wounds" scene. Like, yall imagine that scene with Peter and Gwen in the first asm but with Shag and Daph??? UGH. That's good stuff.

I HAVE been writing but I'm a crippling perfectionist at like the Stanley Kubrick level, so I keep proofreading drafts to hone them to their ultimate form. These ideas will be stored away in the mental filofax for suuurrrreee but they may not see the light of day until I'm old and decrepit 💅💅💅

Or who knows I may post it tomorrow... you never know how productive you'll be as a fanfic writer 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

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My Fictional CG list

Marvel -

Storm / ororo munroe

Wolverine / James "Logan" Howlett

Cyclops / Scott Summers

Rouge / Anna Marie

Gambit / Remy Lebeau

Professor X / Charles Xavier

Magneto / Erik lehnsherr

Deadpool / Wade Wilson

Yukio

Spiderman / Peter Parker

Spider-Man 2099 / miguel o'hara

Starfire

Mystique / Raven Darkhölme

Jean grey

Pavitr Prabhakar

DC -

Batman / Bruce Wayne

Harley Quinn / Harleen Quinzel

Poison ivy / Pamela Isley

Bat girl / Barbara Gordon

Nightwing / dick Grayson

Red hood / Jason Todd

Twisted wonderland -

Leona Kingscolar

Lilia Vanrouge

Azul Ashengrotto

Jamil viper

Divus crewel

Malleus draconia

vil schoenheit

Baldur's gate 3 -

Karlach

Astarion

Halsin

Minthara

Creepypasta -

Jane the killer

Eyeless jack

Jeff the killer

Homicidal Liu

Ticci toby

Ben drowned

Clockwork

Nina the killer

Monster high -

Clawdeen wolf

Venus mcflytrap

Twyla boogieman

Spectra Vondergeist

Lagoona blue

scarah screams

Sirena Von Boo

Robecca Steam

Operetta

Jinafire Long

Catty Noir

Mystic messenger -

ZEN / Hyun Ryu

V / Jihyun Kim

Jaehee Kang

Jumin Han

Identity V -

The photographer / Joseph desaulniers

The violinist / Antonio

The prospector / Norton campbell

The mercenary / Naib Subedar

The Professor / Luchino Diruse

Weeping clown / Joker

The novelist / Orpheus

The Batter / Ganji Gupta

Bloody queen / Mary

"Prisoner" / Luca Balsa

Call of duty -

Valeria Garza

Kate Laswell

König

Simon "Ghost" Reily

Obey me! Shall we date? -

Lucifer

Belphegor

Diavolo

Leviathan

Genshin Impact -

Kaeya Alberich

Diluc Ragnvindr

Amber

Jean

Lisa

Venti

Zhongli

Neuvillete

Wriothesley

Alhaitham

Kaveh

Ningguang

Beidou

Candace

Dehya

Yae Miko

Arlecchino

Black butler -

Grell Sutcliff

Ciel phantomhive

Sebastian Michaelis

Alois Trancy

Sonic the hedgehog -

Rouge the bat

Amy rose

Blaze the cat

Shadow the hedgehog

My little pony -

Princess Luna

Princess celestia

Fluttershy

Lyra heartstring

Queen chrysalis

Princess Cadance

Octavia Melody

Mrs. Cup Cake

Sugar belle

Rarity

Apple jack

Zecora

Steven universe -

Garnet

Pearl

Sapphire

Blue Diamond

Mouthwashing -

Curly

Anya

Daisuke

Star vs the forces of evil -

Star

Jackie

Eclipsa

Ever after high -

Madeline Hatter

Briar Beauty

Raven Queen

Blondie Lockes

Ashlynn Ella

Cerise Hood

Arcane -

Vi

Mel

Sevika

Caitlyn

House MD -

Gregory house

Lisa Cuddy

Allison Cameron

Disney -

James Wilson

Robert Chase

Aurora

Jasmin

Ariel

Tiana

Cinderella

Megara

Miscellaneous characters -

Sally face / sal fisher

Steven Stoughton (strangled red)

The huntress (dead by daylight)

Aren Kuboyasu (Saiki K)

Kenny McCormick (South park)

Kyle Broflovski (South park)

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy {sorta}

Paracelsus (guilty gear)

Testament (guilty gear)

Zane ro'meave (Aphmau)

Aaron Lycan (Aphmau)

Daphne Blake (Scooby Doo)

Gallagher (Honkai : star rail)

Boothill (Honkai : star rail)

Howl (howls moving castle)

Wednesday Adams

Lydia Deetz (Beetlejuice)

Barbra Maitland (Beetlejuice)

Lady dimitrescu (residents evil)

Masky/Tim (marble Hornets)

The end..! (≡^∇^≡)

[anchanted-one]

Deadpool and Wolverine

I watched the movie yesterday. I had thoughts!

Spoilers below the cut.

1. I was so happy when I saw Jennifer Garner as Elektra. And with her shoulders out too! Likewise, I was happy to see Daphne (Keene?) as Laura Kinney/X-23 again. Wesley Snipes as Blade was unexpectedly nostalgic. (And he made a joke about Ryan Reynolds being in that last movie with him!!!) But I wish we had Anna Paquin as Rogue. She was sidelined after The Last Stand, after all. So her being in the Void would've made sense. And we could've seen her with Gambit.

2. By the way. Channing Tatum as Gambit. That was so hilarious! And all the jokes he made about being a discarded concept!

3. Chris Evans as the Human Torch was such a hilarious subversion. I'm usually leery of subversion of expectations, but this is a Deadpool movie after all. His defeat at Pyro's hands felt sad but I guess it's possible, depending on the Johnny and the Pyro.

4. Byebye Sabertooth. You will be missed.

5. Cassandra Nova was an awesome baddie. Psychopathic and mischievous. Almost electric. Emma Corin is a great actor.

6. The climactic fight is against other Deadpools 🤣. And it ends thanks to Peter of all things! It was so random I almost died laughing!

7. The plethora of Wolverines... CAVILRENE!

8. I think Deadpool used the same NSync song that Pyro played in X Men 2, years and years ago.

9. The opening scene was so disrespectful... but why the blazes does it work so well!?!? I think ot wouldn't work in tons of other franchises, but this is Deadpool, we're here for the off-key humor.

10. They're eating shawarma ❤️

11. They held hands!!!

12. Are they roommates now?

13. The fight scenes are gorgeous.

14. That armorer slapping Wade's Lil Wade every so often (pfffft)

15. Hugh Jackman is gorgeous.

16. The dialogue is angry, and often creative.

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Marvel:

Bruce Banner | Peter Parker | Wanda Maximoff | Stephen Strange | Tony Stark | Captain America | Thor | Black Panther | Carol Danvers| Bucky Barnes | Wade Wilson | Loki | Mobius | Natasha Romanoff | Yelena Belova (Platonic only, she's aromantic in comics)

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NCIS:

Timothy McGee | Jimmy Palmer | Kasie Hines (platonic only) | Anthony Dinozzo | Abby Sciuto | Ducky Mallard (Platonic only) | Leroy Jethro Gibbs | Ziva |

Supernatural:

Dean Winchester | Castiel | Sam Winchester | Crowley | Lucifer | Bobby Singer (platonic only) | Gabriel | John Winchester | Rowena Macleod | Charlie Bradbury (platonic only) | Clair Novak |

Sherlock:

John Watson | Sherlock Holmes | Jim Moriarty | Mrs Hudson (platonic only)

Star Trek:

Spock | James Kirk | Christopher Pike | Nyota Uhura | La'an Singh | Number 1 | Hemmer | Erica Ortega's | Dr M'Benga |

Stranger Things:

Eleven | Max Mayfield | Will Byers | Dustin Henderson | Steve Harrington | Eddie Munson | Mike Wheeler | Nancy Wheeler | Jim Hopper | Robin Buckley (platonic Only) | Jonathan Byers | Lucas Sinclair | Joyce Byers | Argyle | Murray Bauman (platonic Only) |

The Last Of Us:

Ellie | Joel | Dina | Jesse | Tommy

The Vampire Diaries:

Stegan Salvatore | Damon Salvatore | Elena Gilbert | Kathrine Pierce | Kai Parker | Klaus Michaelson | Elijah Michaelson | Kol Michaelson | Caroline Forbes |

Greys Anatomy:

Meredith Grey | Derek Shephard | Mark Sloan | Alex Karev | George O'Malley | Jackson Avery | Christina Yang | Lexie Grey | Jo wilson | Amelia Shepherd | Addison Montgomery | Levi Schmidt | Atticus Lincoln |

Doctor Who:

Rose Tyler | Donna Noble | 9th Doctor | 10th Doctor | 11th Doctor | 12th Doctor | Captain Jack Harkness | Rory |

Friends:

Chandler | Joey | Ross | Phoebe | Monica | Rachael |

Scooby Doo:

Shaggy | Velma | Daphne | Fred |

Twilight:

Jacob Black | Edward Cullen | Bella Swan | Alice Cullen | Jasper Hale | Carlisle Cullen | Charlie Swan |

Scream 1996:

Ghost Face | Billy Loomis | Sidney Prescott | Stu Macher | Casey Becker | Dewey Riley |

The Hobbit/TLOTR:

Bilbo Baggins | Thorin Oakenshield | Kili | Fili (platonic) | Frodo Baggins | Samwise Gamgee | Gandalf (platonic) |

The hunger Games:

Coriolanus Snow | Haymitch | Katniss Everdeen | Peeta Mallark | Cinna | Effie Trinket | Finnick Odair | Lucy Gray | Sejanus Plinth |

The Walking Dead

Rick Grimes | Carl Grimes | Negan | Daryl Dixon | Michonne | Maggie | Carol | Eugene | Abraham |

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[mzannthropy]

Sam Claflin and Adaptations (there's a lot more than you think!)

Articles and interviews be like: Sam, you have done so many book adaptations and then name at most three titles. Every fucking time. Luckily, I'm here to tell you about them! (Under the cut as it got long.)

Hunger Games Catching Fire and Mockingjay (books written by Suzanne Collins) - YA dystopia. The most obvious, of course. Sam plays Finnick Odair, the coolest character. (He's not dead, Katniss is lying.)

Daisy Jones and the Six (book written by Taylor Jenkins Reid) - story of a rise and fall of fictional band in the 1970s. Sam is Billy Dunne, the main male lead and a real rockstar!

My Cousin Rachel (book written by Daphne du Maurier) - Gothic thriller, 19th century. Sam is the narrator, Philip. This is my personal favourite.

Their Finest - adaptation of Their Finest Hour and a Half (book written by Lissa Evans) - Drama with bits of comedy. Set during WW2 in the film industry. Sam plays screenwriter Buckley, a member of a film crew working on a film about Dunkirk evacuation. Also features a side character who is gay and is alive at the end. More people should watch this film, imo.

Enola Holmes (book written by Nancy Springer) - kiddie Sherlockian pastiche. Sam plays Mycroft Holmes, at least that's his character's name, but it's not the usual Mycroft; his version is dumbed-down and cartoon-villainised so that the eponymous teenage girlboss can have her story.

Adrift - adaptation of Red Sky in the Mourning (book written by Tami Oldham Ashcroft) - survival drama of a seafaring couple lost at sea after a hurricane. Sam is the main character's love interest, Richard.

Two mini series from Sam's early career (that I haven't watched so can't give you any info):

Pillars of the Earth (book written by Ken Follett) - TV mini series set in 12th century about building of a cathedral. This was Sam's very first role.

Any Human Heart (book written by William Boyd) - TV mini series, chronicles a life of a writer in 20th century. Sam plays the youngest version of the main character, Logan.

Adaptations of plays - it counts, okay?

Journey's End (play written by RC Sherriff) - WW1 war film, but not a regular one (there's no battles). Covers a week in the trenches in March 1918. Sam plays Captain Stanhope, an officer at the edge of nervous breakdown. One of his best performances, if not the very best.

Riot Club (play written by Laura Wade) - contemporary film about a posh elite club at Oxford. Sam's character, Alistair, is a spoiled brat, Draco Malfoy-like. (Not the good fanon version, the bad canon version.) Btw, this is no Dead Poet's Society, no dark academia - the titular club is based on Bullingdon Club (of which Boris Johnson was member). They book a table at restaurants, trash them and then hand the owners a cheque to compensate. You see now why we have all these problems...

You can make an argument for:

Snow White and the Huntsman - (folk tale recorded by Brothers Grimm). It's a darker retelling. Sam plays William, the prince charming of the story.

Snow White and the Red Shoes, (as above) an animated film, he voices a character named Merlin. No idea what this is as I haven't seen it.

Okay now I'm stretching it

Pirates of the Caribbean On Stranger Tides - adapted from a Disneyland ride. BUT the ride itself was inspired by legendary tales of pirates, among others the books of Emilio Salgari. So, not that crazy. Might be the weakest of the franchise, but Sam's storyline--he plays the missionary Philip--is what saves it, his romance with the mermaid is just the cutest!

So that's it. Thank you for reading and I hope you check some of these out.