#I'm so happy with this and so happy Renee asked me to write this

[smallestapplin]

Little love

This was commissioned by @bellafragolina who asked for found family Trevor Belmont before meeting the others.

Word count : 1,521

No warnings!

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When Trevor first found you, he didn't know what to do, he's a Belmont, not a babysitter. But he just saved your village from monsters, more specifically he saved you from being eaten. Your small chubby hands gripped onto his shirt, silently sobbing into his chest as he held you.

You've been traumatized, not wanting to make a sound in case more monsters come back. It sickens him, you couldn't be any older than five, and this is the world you were meant to be raised in?

"I got you now. Let's go find your parents, yeah?"

The mention of them just made you sob harder, it made his blood run cold.

They are probably dead.

Well, that's at least something you two have in common.

He shakes that thought from his head and tries to pull you away, just so he can see your face and ask a few more questions, only for you to cling to him tighter, mumbling something he couldn't understand but it sounded like pleads.

Fuck, he can't just leave you, but he's not exactly child friendly, and it's not like you can talk much, seemingly only knowing a few words.

When taking you with him, he asked around the village women how to take care of such a young child and what you could eat. He soaks up their cooing and praises while also getting the information he wanted before he stocked up and set off.

You're like his little shadow, always one step behind him like a duckling.

"Alright, you gotta name?"

You didn't answer, just held onto the end of his cape as you two walked.

"Well, aren't you the life of the party?" He snorts, running a hand through his messy brown hair.

"Hm, if you're gonna be my shadow, we are gonna need to train you. Can't have you gettin' hurt on my watch."

You're not like him or his family, you're supposed to be a normal child running around, scraping your knee, living a normal life, he's sorry it had to be this way but he will ensure you at least have a fighting chance.

The first night with you was a nightmare, he was so paranoid about monsters finding you he didn't sleep, any small noise had him on high alert, the only thing that calmed him down was looking over to your sleeping form all bundled up in his cloak, sound asleep.

It's also the first night he doesn't go to a tavern and drink himself to sleep.

Any new mission he spends getting a room first, booby-trapping it to hell and back, and placing protection symbols everywhere to keep monsters at bay. Anytime he goes to leave he makes sure you have food and water, and that the windows are shut and locked tight.

He crouches down to your height, handing you a rather sharp knife.

"Now, if someone knocks what do you do?"

"Don't open."

"Good! And if they claim to be me or the inn keep?"

"Don't open."

"And if they try breaking in?"

"Under the bed, go for the ankles."

"Good job, little love. I'll be back as soon as possible, do not open the door for anyone unless I give the code."

You nod your head, clenching the handle of your blade to you, holding it just like he taught you for maximum danger.

It's not ideal for you but it's to ensure you're protected while he hunts. He spends hours away at a time, fighting tooth and nail to kill vampires, ghouls, whatever those bastard bat monsters are, just to return to the tavern and drink and drink and drink.

Until his body feels warm.

It's then he returns to the room, knocking in a set pattern before muttering the goofy code he gave you. He smiles hearing the soft sound of your feet pattering against the wooden floor. After a few minutes of movement, the door opens, revealing you rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"Ah, m'sorry my little duckling, seems I lost track of time."

You don't say much, just moving to let him in, and following right behind him as he flops face-first into the bed, groaning as he can finally relax his muscles.

Trevor can't help but chuckle, feeling you climb into the bed as well only to keep going until you're laying on his back.

"Swear you're like a cat."

You just get comfy and quickly pass out, having been so tired waiting for him.

He may have only found you months ago, but he doesn't know when he got so attached, he swore he'd never be a father or a father figure, swore he was destined to be alone and wear the weight of his clan's duty on his shoulders.

Being the last Belmont holds some pain to him. Everyone around him dies, he's not meant to have anyone.

So why did he cave and take you in?

You're just like him when he was young, though he was a much rowdier child, he can't fault you for changing with your environment.

You lost everything, you were alone, you had no one.

Just like him.

But he didn't want the cycle to continue, he didn't want any more lives lost.

He had no one.

He wanted you to have someone.

Months turned into years, he watched you grow, watched you pick up on people's lies, watched you pick up your training fast, being able to handle yourself while he's not around so he no longer fears what could happen to you.

He still never got a name from you, maybe you didn't have one or wanted to lose that part of your life, but whatever your reasoning he doesn't care.

Two years on the road together, he couldn't imagine not having you with him. Deep down in his gut, he knew if anything happened to you he'd be devastated.

But that's a price he's willing to take.

He's killed people for trying to take you away, killed those trying to hurt you, and he's proud you can take on smaller monsters on your own.

It doesn't stop him from picking you up and sprinting when needed, but you seem to have fun, even giggling when you get to sneak into small crawl spaces to help him reach something or overhear something.

"I get to be a monster Hunter just like you!"

Oh, he wants you to reconsider, he wants you to live a normal life but with him as your guardian that won't be possible.

You'll end up in his profession where people often die young.

But he will do what he can to make sure you are ready for it, to make sure you live longer than those fallen before you.

His little love.

His little duckling.

He will make sure every monster is vanquished to make sure you're safe.

For now, he will stay in this temporary room making silly voices as he tells you a story, smiling at how you squeal and laugh as he tickles you like he's the big scary monster.

You are his daughter in everything but blood.

The circumstances may not have been ideal, but he'd do it all over again.

Every argument, every tantrum, every cry, every laugh, every gleeful ramble, every excited question.

He will do it all over again.

Just to make sure you're safely by his side. Even if it's just you and him facing the world.

As your journey takes you closer to Wallachia, a place where the monsters seem to be spawning from, he still holds you, carrying you tightly to his chest as you sleep soundly.

He will have to set up camp soon if he doesn't have some inn close by to sleep at, but it's all worth it, even as his legs ache from walking he won't stop.

A mumble catches his attention. Pausing in his step he looks down at you, seeing you sleepily looking up at him.

"Something wrong, little love?"

"Mm..."

Trevor chuckles, brushing some of your hair out of your face.

"Just sleep, we are almost to a resting spot."

You just hold onto his shirt tightly, almost as tightly as you did the night he saved you from those creatures.

"Are you okay, did you have a scary dream?"

"Can...can I call you dad?"

His heart swells, and his blue eyes are already shimmering with unshed tears. His throat feels tight, closing as he tries to stop himself from sobbing.

You have no idea how much he's thought of it, how much he's wanted to hear you call him 'dad' instead of 'Trevor.'

The days and nights he's spent taking care of you, protecting you, teaching you the basics of the world while teaching you how to fight.

"Of course. Everything but in blood we are family. I will sooner perish than let anything in this world hurt you."

He can't believe he's grown soft.

But every day he wakes up with a new sense of motivation.

And that's to take care of you.

You are his daughter.

You are a Belmont all the same.

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The girl placed the box on the counter and looked at Irene, her best friend. They were both organizing a surprise party for Pau, and since Irene wasn’t getting any help from her parents, she decided to rely on her best friend. The girl was two years younger than her, but that didn’t stop them from having a great friendship.

“All set, now we just need to fill up the balloons and hang them!” The girl said, clapping her hands together to remove the dust from the cardboard box that had been stored in the Cubarsí family’s storage room.

“Thanks for helping me; I don’t know what I would do without you,” she laughed, looking at her friend. “You can go home, take a shower, and come back. I’ll take care of the balloons.”

“What do you mean, come back?” she asked, shaking her head in confusion.

“Come back for the party, s/n,” her voice sounded obvious.

“I’m not close enough to Pau to be at his party, Rene,” she shrugged, walking toward the living room with Irene following behind.

“But you’re MY best friend, and you’re helping organize the party. You have every right to be here.” They both sat down on the white couch in the living room. “Besides, Pau likes your company.” Her tone was teasing and mischievous.

“Don’t be silly, Irene.” She placed a pillow on her lap and fixed her gaze on the enormous TV. “He’s just polite to me, something you aren’t.”

Irene rolled her eyes and gave her friend a light slap on the back of the head. They both laughed, and Irene turned to look at her best friend more directly.

“Go get ready and come back looking gorgeous!” She stood up and pulled you by the wrists, dragging you to the door. “Bye-bye, baby.”

She closed the door in your face, and you just sighed, not having much choice but to go home. You took an Uber back.

Calmly, you got ready, running your hand through your hair, checking if everything looked perfect. You didn’t want to admit it, but you didn’t like being around Irene’s family. Actually, you didn’t like being around her younger brother, knowing that you’d never have a chance with him.

The garage door was open, and she stepped inside, seeing the backyard decorated in blue and red. Her eyes landed on Irene, who was chatting with some of Pau’s club friends. She smiled shyly, lowering her head in embarrassment as she felt all the boys’ gazes fall on her.

“I definitely wasn’t going to come,” she muttered, fidgeting with the hem of her floral white dress, shifting her feet awkwardly.

“Don’t be like that, grab the present, and let’s go talk to the kids.” Irene pulled her wrist, but she stopped.

“How do you know I bought something for him?” Her neck burned with embarrassment at the thought of Irene knowing about her feelings for her younger brother.

“I know you like the back of my hand. You spent three weeks going to the jewelry store at the mall, staring at the necklaces with the letter P. I’m not stupid.” She linked her arm with yours.

“I hate you,” she murmured as they approached the boys.

“Hi,” you said shyly, sitting on the chair next to Irene, which, coincidentally, was next to Pau.

You greeted him briefly, feeling embarrassed to be so close to him. Your hands were sweating and trembling. You were an extremely shy person, and even more so when it came to boys and anything related to them.

“I need some help inside; would you guys mind helping me?” Irene looked at Hector and Yamal, who exchanged glances before smirking.

“We’d be happy to help,” Yamal said, getting up, and Hector followed. The three of them left, leaving the “couple” alone.

“Well… Happy birthday!” She smiled, lowering her head to rummage inside her bag until she found a small black velvet box. “I know it’s not a big present… but I didn’t want to come empty-handed.”

She mentally cursed herself for blushing as he flashed a beautiful smile upon seeing the box. Pau took the small object from her hands and opened it, revealing a beautiful silver necklace with the letter P. He chuckled, and s/n’s stomach churned, unsure if he liked it or if he was laughing at her for being pathetic.

“This is the best gift I’ve received.” He lifted his gaze, looking at the girl in front of him. She had a surprised expression on her face, uncertain if he would like it. “Will you put it on me?”

Pau handed her the necklace, turning his back to her. The girl fastened it around his neck and watched as he turned back to her. Her eyes sparkled upon seeing the smile on his face, and she felt her stomach flutter as butterflies danced in a calm, happy melody

“It looks perfect on you,” she whispered, too shy to say it louder. “I should go inside; Irene probably needs help…”

She stood up, wanting to escape, but his large hand grabbed her wrist, making her stop and look at him—at those green eyes that appeared darker due to the night and the dim lighting.

“What is it?” she stammered, watching him rise from his chair, towering over her without releasing her wrist.

It was no secret that Pau was incredibly tall, and she looked tiny beside him, barely reaching his shoulders. She had to tilt her head up to meet his gaze, which made her blush even more. The warmth of his touch made her feel hot; everything about him turned her red.

“I can’t miss this chance,” his voice sounded anxious and breathless.

Before she could respond, he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. She gasped in surprise, unable to believe HE had done that. He noticed she didn’t immediately respond and started to pull away, but she pulled him back, rising onto her tiptoes to kiss him. His lips were soft and warm, like clouds. His hands moved to her waist, gripping it and pulling her even closer.

They pulled apart, breathless and flushed. He smiled at her, gently running his finger across her cheek, making her smile.

“Be mine, please…!” She looked into his eyes, seeing them shine, and she smiled at that.

“I already am.”

As soon as she said that, it was all the encouragement he needed to kiss her again—this time, even more passionately.

[simp4wom3n]

I'd Fall For You In Real Life Too

Requested: Yes/No ~ Hello, I have a request for Reneè Rapp. Reneè is an interview and is asked about her relationship with former co-star, Reader. (An aussie artist and actress) The two have been spotted by paparazzi and have been all over each other's instagram and tik tok together.

Pairing: Renee Rapp x Reader

Summary: Renee joins Drew Barrymore for NY92, where Renee's Australian girlfriend unknowingly becomes the centre of the conversation. ~ Word Count: 1.8k ~ Warnings: legit none

A/N: HI!! I am so obsessed with Renee atm, writing for her is EVERYTHING. Pls enjoy my lovelies! For those of you who get what I'm referencing in the title, I love you <3

The dim glow of ambient lighting cast a soft haze throughout the auditorium. Conversations hummed through the air as you made your way to your seat, a few rows back from the front, as the excitement in the room grew. In an attempt to blend in with the sea of eager spectators, you carefully adjusted Renee's cap, which you wore, pulling it low over your eyes.

Once settled in your seat, you couldn't help but fidget with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. As the minutes ticked away, you kept your head down, the brim of the cap casting a shadow over your features as you eagerly awaited your girlfriend to arrive on stage.

Renee had been looking forward to this night all week, eager to see and talk to Drew again, even if it was in front of a few hundred people. The two of you had met Drew on her show about a year ago when you were doing press together for The Sex Lifes of College Girls, in which you played Renee's on-screen girlfriend.

Unbeknownst to everyone else, you had actually become each other's off-screen girlfriends around 6 months ago when Renee invited you to collaborate on a song with her for her debut album, and your relationship grew from there.

You had been inseparable since.

Hence why you were currently sitting in the quietening crowd as the lights above you began to dim and the stage became illuminated with spotlights.

The crowd erupted with cheers as Renee and Drew walked onto the stage, waving enthusiastically and smiling infectiously at the audience as the applause echoed throughout the auditorium. You couldn't help but be in awe of your girlfriend as she gracefully walked across the stage. Your eyes scanned her gorgeous figure, causing a rush of warmth to flood your cheeks as she looked out into the audience, eagerly looking for you.

As her eyes met yours, her smile grew even wider when she noticed the hat you had on. With a playful wink and a finger pressed against your lips, a blush crept onto her cheeks as she giggled, shifting her focus back to Drew as she settled into her seat.

Once they had taken their seats and the cheers from the crowd began to fade, Drew gazed out at the audience with a wide grin, "I'm proud to say that Renee and I were texting this morning and that we both showed up in pinstripes.". Cheers filled your ears as you couldn't help but be captivated by Renee's infectious laughter and radiant smile, which always managed to make your heart skip a beat. "We did, and not planned either," she said with a joyful laugh.

"Thank you, everybody, for coming tonight. I heard the bar was packed, so I like that action. That just made me so happy. I'm like, that sets a tone, let's do this." Drew enthusiastically addressed the audience, yet your focus remained on Renee. The smile she wore filled you with familiar warmth, and you couldn't help but smile giddily just looking at her.

As the conversation between the two of them began to flow, covering deep yet incredibly entertaining topics, your attention remained undivided as you proudly listened and watched your girlfriend, admiring every tiny detail.

"So the show... I've read that you are going to come back for season 3 sporadically," Your ears perked up at the mention of the show. It had been a watershed moment for you and Renee alike in your professional and personal lives. Not only was the show itself a massive accomplishment for you, but the exposure you and Renee received from it helped propel your music careers to new heights.

"Yeah. It was obviously a tough decision to make." Renee spoke thoughtfully, her teeth lightly grazing her bottom lip. "The show has given me so much, but singing was always, like, my main goal in life, so." She continued as Drew nodded along understandably.

"I feel as though, if you have multiple talents, it becomes a challenge of, like, how do you fit them all in, how do you make them work cohesively, how do you go in certain directions," Drew spoke as you listened carefully, her words striking familiar chords as Renee nodded along.

"And I think that kind of idea and way of living is very reflective of you and also of your amazing Australian co-star Y/n, who is also a singer and someone who you actually collaborated with on your album." Your eyebrows immediately raised at the mention of your name. You noticed Renee glance at you briefly as Drew spoke, a slight smirk gracing her lips as she did so.

Renee flushed slightly as she returned her gaze to Drew, "Yeah, without a doubt. Y/n and I are very similar in how we function, which I think definitely contributes to why we get along so well and why we love being around each other so much." Her nose scrunched adorably as the audience awwed at her words, a familiar red spreading across your cheeks as you melted into your seat.

"So you won't mind me asking how you and Y/n's on-screen relationship is going to go? Because, oh my god, the chemistry!" The crowd laughed as Drew fell back into her chair, her mouth agape in faux shock. You laughed along as you watched Renee hide her face behind her hands.

"If anything, being in more scenes with her is going to be what I miss most." It was your turn to hide behind your hands as Renee spoke, her eyes briefly glancing towards you. She laughed giddily as the crowd once again awwed at her comments. "That being said, though, I am really excited to continue exploring it. I love Leighton and only want what's best for her."

"Well, I'd say they're perfect for each other!" Renee laughed and thanked her as the crowd cheered in agreement. It was always heartwarming to see how much people enjoyed your work, especially when it was with your girlfriend - and even more so when it was about the two of you being in a relationship.

"I also presume that the chemistry comes off so authentic because, from what I've seen at least, you guys spend so much time together off set." The audience erupted in laughter as memories of you and Renee flashed through your mind, a big smile spreading across your lips as you admired your girlfriend on stage.

Her adorable giggles fill the air as she raises the microphone to her lips. "We do, yeah," she manages to speak from her laughter. Once her giggles had calmed down, she continued. "I am madly in love with that woman." your cheeks glow red even in the dimly lit crowd as she talks, your breathing deepening as your eyes raked over the love of your life.

"We spend basically every day we can with each other, and if we're not together, we're either texting or calling. It's great." Her cheeks flush a deep scarlet, and her grin grows wider by the second as you watch her.

"The paparazzi are certainly loving it," Drew commented, her eyebrows raising slightly. "Yeah, they are," Renee replied, a wry smile playing on her lips. "How do you feel about that?" She had grown somewhat accustomed to the constant presence of the media with their flashing cameras and relentless pursuit, but she still didn't love it, to say the least.

"I'm not a big fan of how intrusive they are and how they, like, force the whole 'public relationship' thing on people," Renee confessed, her words laced with frustration. The never-ending attention and gossip surrounding her love life had proven to be the most difficult part of her experience in the public spotlight.

Your heart skipped a beat when Renee mentioned the public relationship. Although no one had initially caught on, you knew someone would put it together in a matter of seconds, and whilst that thought scared you, it also brought a giddy smile to your lips.

You watched as the revelation hung in the air, a brief silence falling over the crowd before one of the audience members screamed excitedly, followed by several others as the realisation swept through the crowd.

"Wait… Are you guys dating?!" Drew burst out happily, unable to control her excitement as she, too, realised what Renee had alluded to.

A fierce blush spread its way across Renee's cheeks as she quickly moved to cover her wide smile and red cheeks with her hands. The crowd roared with excitement as she began giggling uncontrollably. You smiled proudly as her eyes met yours, shyly nodding for her to continue.

"Yeah,"

Screams and cheers erupted from the audience as Drew bounced in her seat. "Oh my God! You're kidding! "Tell me everything." Renee continued to laugh briefly before it faded: "We've basically been together since we worked on my song together."

The revelation hit the crowd like a wave, and your heart raced amid the uproar. The secret you and Renee had kept hidden for months was now revealed on a public stage, and you felt a mix of excitement and nervousness in the pit of your stomach. The spotlight had shifted not only to Renee but also to the secret love story that, until now, had played out behind closed doors.

Drew's exclamation mirrored the audience's sentiments, but your attention was drawn to Renee at that point. She sat there, bathed in the light from the stage lights, her eyes sparkling with a mix of vulnerability and joy. Your heart swelled with pride as she openly shared your relationship with the world, and you couldn't help but admire her.

"That's amazing! Did you like her before that?" Drew inquired, her eagerness palpable, echoing the curiosity that resonated throughout the auditorium. You held your breath, waiting to hear Renee's response.

"Of course I did. I had like the biggest crush on her the second we met." Renee confessed, her words hanging in the air like a melody that resonated with the audience as they collectively awwed. "Plus, her accent is like the cutest thing you will ever hear."

Drew leant slightly forward, her gaze fixed on Renee. "Is she here tonight?" she inquired curiously. Renee's lips curled into a mysterious smile, the stage lights reflecting the contours of her features. "She might be," she said, a small laugh escaping her lips afterwards. Her affectionate gaze moved across the dimly lit room, briefly meeting your tender gaze. She smiled softly as she spoke.

"And, to my girlfriend, who may or may not be here tonight, I love you so much, baby."

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[official-cvntified-gay]

The chair, cheesecake, and the bruise (Reneé Rapp x Reader)

I watched the video of her falling on her chair. A recurring event where she fell on her birthday. Also, not me writing this on the way to univ to take tests with no sleep, no review and a few cups of coffee. Wish me luck on my exams. Gay Power!🌈💪🏻

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"Happy Birthday Nae-nae!" We greeted after we sang the Birthday song. It's exactly 12:00 and we decided to greet her first thing in hand. I giggled at her adorable wide smile. I gave her the bouquet and I completely melted as I saw her reaction, she quickly wrap her arms around my neck. I move my hand so the cheese cake wouldn't fall.

"Make a wish baby" I whisper in her ear as I gave her cheeks a kiss. She nodded and unwrapped her arms around my neck. This time her arm is wrapped around my waist. She closed her eyes for a moment to make a wish.

I admire her while she's doing that. Smiling softly as she mutter something under her breath. When she opens her eyes, she's looking directly at me. Our smiles slowly widen as we look at each other. "Stop being so adorable" we both roll our eyes at the voice of her manager.

"We're having a cheesy romantic moment. Stop being a dick" Renee stated, I snort at her comment. I shrugged my shoulders at Adam. He stopped recording the video. "Alright I'm gonna go back to sleep. Happy Birthday Renee" He gave me my phone and pat me on my shoulder. I thank him before we left.

"So~" I place the cake on the table. I stop to admire her while she's admiring the flowers. "These are so fucking cute. Thank you baby" She wrap her other arm around me, bringing me closer for a kiss. I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her body even closer.

I move her shirt so I can feel her bare skin as our lips continue to kiss each other. She smile during the moment and I can't help but be affected by that smile.

"Happy Birthday baby" I lowly mutter, our lips touching as I speak those words. She looks at me with those eyes, I peck her lips lightly. My hands moving up and down her waist.

I put my hand up to caress her cheek, both of us just smiling like an idiot. I noticed her looking down at my lips. I slowly moved to bring our lips together, she lets out a soft moan as our lips dance against each other.

She wrap her arms around my neck and pulled me closer. We continued to make out till we have to pull away for oxygen.

"Come on, let's eat the cheese cake!" You said excitedly, letting go of Reneé. "You go ahead baby. I'll just charge my phone." I gave her forehead a kiss before walking inside our shared room.

I was settling my phone down when I heard a loud bang outside. My reaction time was quick, as I was already running outside the room to check on Reneé.

Who is currently on the floor.

"What happened baby!?" I didn't have time to scan the room as I'm gently helping settle her on the couch.

"You alright?" You asked when you noticed her silence. She looked up at you, her lips quivering slightly and tears brimming her eyes. You let out a soft chuckle, she looked adorable.

"Are you hurt baby?" She nodded with pouty lips, you let out a laugh because of cute she is. You gave her head a kiss before going to the fridge to grab some ice pack.

"Here, can you raise your arm a little for me Nae?" She did what I asked, she let out a small "ow" while doing so. You can't help but laugh, "fuck you" you let out a full on belly laugh as you realized what happened.

"Ok, ok. I'm sorry baby" You giggle when she looks at you. "Sorry, I'll go grab us some utensils so we can eat your cheese cake." As you were grabbing the plates, you heard her voice.

"It's my birthday, and we're about to our cheesecake for my birthday." You snorted out as she continued "how do I flip the camera? Well it's right thwere." She pointed the camera to the cheesecake.

"And then the fucking chair bwoke. And I FELL" she pointed at the now broken chair. You continue watching her as she pointed to her iced arms.

"And I'm BRUISED. I Bruise easily." You immediately went to her once she put the phone down.

"My poor baby" you cooed at her, but she just slapped your arm and hug you with one arm. You stroke her hair as you examine her bruising arm.

"Here, let me get the cheesecake" You settle the plates and cutlers down the table. Then you get the cheesecake, the rest of the night was spent with feeding Reneé and apologizing for laughing at her.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

(𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙)

[coff-in]

You think Mrs Graves gives daughter reader her own bedroom in the house? Cuz imagine Andrew and Ashley arriving and say Reader is out at school and the siblings notice that mom really does pick favorites because Reader gets her own bedroom while Andy's left on the couch and Ashley the basement

notes from coff-in: coff-in tries not to write nice renee graves whoes also incestuous challenge, let's go!

[fem reader-insert]

i do think if mrs graves liked [reader] enough to take her out of the quarantine, she would also get [reader] her own bedroom in their new house. i bet it has a bed and a window, along with a desk and closet or wardrobe. it'd be so infuriating to andrew and ashley when they break in and see this perfectly normal bedroom for [reader]. renee let's them stay for the night, telling them that [reader] should get back home with mr graves. they set up the table for three, leaving andrew and ashley to improvise their seats at the table. mr graves comes with [reader] in tow behind him, backpack coming off her shoulders when she sees them waiting in the living room.

"andrew... ashley...?" she asks in shock.

if it were me, i would run up to hug them both. mom said that they had died after all! if not from the parasites before then the apartment fire after. andrew and ashley might not be happy to see [reader], the favored sibling was able to live a 'normal' life. the dinner they share would be tense. [reader] wants to talk about how they're still alive, how did they find mom's house, and if they wanna stay here now that they're alive.

her mom and siblings blanched at that.

when dinner is over, mrs graves says that it's best if andrew and ashley sleep in two separate places for the night. it's odd that mrs graves denies [reader] from sharing her bedroom with ashley. it shouldn't be too much of an issue, it's not like they haven't been sharing a bedroom for the past 18 years of their lives at least, and it would definitely be more pleasant than sleeping in the basement. however, her mother's word is law...

if andrew and ashley like [reader] (platonically or romantically) then i'm sure ashley would just sneak into [reader]'s bedroom regardless of what her mom says. it's all a very neat idea though, and i encourage you to explore it for yourself :]

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coff-in

[hells-okayest-dad]

This comment on my fic "this is why I don't leave the house" from @zombiecowboy65 is HAUNTING me so now I have to make a post about it I hope you're happy with yourself.

So. For context I was never Catholic, but I was raised deeply ingrained in Vanilla Christianity and for Reasons, I don't vibe with Christianity at large anymore.

I've been to like 3 Catholic services so I don't really know how Catholic kids, specifically, are taught about God and also I'm not sure if Jean would've ever attended any sort of Sunday School because of the way his parents were about him being around other kids. So I think he grew up going to Grown-Up services. Maybe he has a kids Bible that he looked at all he'd keep still and keep quiet.

We know so little about Jean as a child, but the things we know point to this kid who's trying his best for himself and for his little sister. We know he was driven to protect her, that he felt responsible for her well-being, that despite his own youth he felt guilty for not protecting her. So yeah, I think that baby Jean-Yves is getting drawn to this Shepherd figure, this guardian and protector and even Father figure of God.

I however DON'T get the vibe that Jean's parents were particularly religious, considering the murders and the child abuse, so I don't know how much of this was reinforced at home aside from a "honor thy father and mother" on occasion. I imagine their church attendance was more about trying to blend in with the community/keeping up appearances. But he and Elodie prayed anyway. They had hope that maybe maybe someone could see them, someone would help them.

I think of Jean in the Nest trying to hold onto that hope. Did he think about Joseph being sold by his brothers? Did he recite the prayers of his youth? But there are only so many times you can be caned by the person whose care you're supposed to be in before a shepherd with a rod and a staff stop being comforting. There's only so long you can go unanswered before it starts to feel like a choice—of you pray thy will be done every night and you wake up for another day of torture, when do you start to fear that that's God's will after all—or like there was never anything there to begin with.

I don't know how it came up with Renee. Maybe in a round of "tell me something" she mentions going to mass. Maybe Jean's rude about it because it makes him uncomfortable, or maybe he asks her how she can still believe after what happened to her.

"because I got out," she says. "Things got better and I see the miracles all around me." She sees the miracles in him, too. Jean isn't sure that's good enough for him, but it's good enough for her and he isn't going to take that away. But when he learns about Elodie he knows it isn't good enough.

"what about the people who didn't get out?" He texts her late one night. He doesn't know why he's asking, there's no answer that will be good enough for him. He wonders if Elodie tried to say her prayers in Algeria. "What belief is there for the people who loved them?" He wonders if Neil told her, if he warned her about this, but he doubts it. He isn't sure Neil's given it a second thought at all, and Jean likes that.

"I don't know," she responds with, which is endlessly frustrating. "It doesn't feel fair, does it?" And he knows what she means. How could he be the one that survived? She was just a child-but so was he. "They're in a better place now, I'm sure." That gives him pause. If heaven was real, Elodie would be there. Happy, safe, free, the way he'd always chosen to pretend she was so her memory hadn't been suffocating. Maybe that was better, even if it still felt like a dagger in his chest.

I think maybe he sits in some middle ground with religion now. Not entirely writing it off, and maybe holding on to some bits he likes. Heaven because Elodie must be there. Miracles because Renee Walker is one. Faith not necessarily in a particular god but in goodness in general, that there are things worth staying for.

[melissatalks]

Been thinking bout you

Request: "A story where it’s a person with adhd at a Renee concert, and she sees them stimming or smth and they have a talk and exchange numbers, ect ect. Go crazy with it !!"

A/N: I was soooo excited to write this one!! Also I didn't know if you wanted gender neutral but I only write gxg. It's not my best tho.

Y/n pov:

It's a Saturday morning, my friend had gotten me Snow Hard Feelings tour tickets as an early birthday gift since the show happened six days before my birthday. I grew up being a huge Broadway nerd so when I had the opportunity to go to New York to go see Mean Girls I made sure to have the best tickets and have a chance to meet some of the actors at the end of the show. Luckily, I met Reneé and I have been following her work ever since.

It was 7 AM and I was now getting ready to go line up to have a chance to get barricade. Léa said that she would pick me up by seven thirty so I had to hurry. I put on a long white skirt with my snow angel crop top. I put my hair up in a half up half down adding a little blue heart shaped hair clip. As I finished my look, I heard the buzz of my apartment ring. Grabbing my coat, I got downstairs then took the bus with Léa down to MTELUS.

After queuing for a few hours, we got to the barricade right in front of where my long time celebrity crush will be standing in a few minutes. I had forgotten to take my pill this morning so my energy was taking over. In such a crowded place it was hard to move which meant that I couldn't let any of it out and it resulted in me playing with my rings, picking my skin or even hitting myself. As the concert finished, my once long nails were short, the buts on my fingers were bleeding and my arms had a few bruises on them. I felt incredibly guilty knowing that it was all my fault but it is what it is. Léa and I were crying in each other's arms before walking to the meet and greet line even though I have met her before, I'm still so nervous.

Léa was filming as I walked up to Reneé. She immediately pulled my into a hug while I sobbed in her shoulder. When I calmed down Reneé asked me if I wanted her to pull away and I shook my head slowly.

"I do gave limited time baby but let me tell you, I've been thinking about you a lot recently and when I saw you in the crowd I was like genuinely so happy." She said in a low tone all while continuing to smile. She has such a warm and welcoming smile.

"Also I dont wanna be indescrete but I saw your hands are you okay?" Reneé continued this time looking right into my eyes.

"Uh yeah...I needed to get energy out and so I stimmed...you know how it is." I answered feeling honestly embarrassed even if I know I shouldn't be.

"I do, do not worry. Alright well I have to go but check your pockets." She whispered in my ear, tapping the left pocket of my coat discreetly.

When I got home, I remembered what Reneé had said and found a note that was scribbled "You're cute and funny, you also seem really fun to hang out with. Here's my number." I feel like if I'm in a fanfiction. Let's just say I went to sleep feeling pretty good that night.

A/N: short oneee made that while rewatching spirited away 🫶🏻

[kissedlver]

may i request a part two for the Hook dating Jeff Hardy’s daughter fic, if you feel like writing a second part? it was amazing!!

Atleast they know.

Hook X Female Hardy!Reader

Warnings:fluff, dads being hilarious.

Y/n Hardy.

I swiped the key card against the pad before pushing the handle down and opening the door.

"You staying here tonight?"

I questioned my boyfriend while walking towards the bed.

"Yeah. Darius said he was taking his girlfriend back to our room, so i really don't have a choice."

I heard him laugh.

I shook my head laughing before crouching down to my suitcase and grabbing some shorts and a shirt.

I walked over to the bathroom and cut on the light.

"Y/n."

I heard Tyler say from the bed.

"Hmm?"

I hummed in response to let him know i was listening.

"Do you think we should tell our dads or let them figure it out?"

"I will find it personally hilarious if they find out on their own."

"Yeah, you're right."

I heard him say before seeing him strip down to his boxers in the corner of my eye.

When i was finishing changing and finished washing my face, i left the bathroom turning off the light before walking over to the bed.

I pulled the covers back before getting into bed, and pulling the covers up.

"You nervous for tomorrow?"

I asked Tyler as he laid his head on my chest.

Tomorrow is when Tyler defends the FTW Championship against Jack Perry.

Ever since he found out he's been so nervous about it. He feels like if he loses, he'll let everyone down. Which we all know isn't true.

"Yeah, I mean what if i lose? Will my dad be disappointed? I feel like i'll disappoint everyone even you."

He spoke softly wrapping his arms around my waist, pushing his head deeper onto my chest.

"Ty, you could never disappoint me. You could never disappoint your dad, if you could hear all of the stuff he brags about with you. He's gonna be proud of you no matter what. I'll be proud of you no matter what. I promise you."

I spoke running my hand through his hair, moving it out of his face when it falls in it.

"I love you Y/n."

I heard the boy speak before hearing soft snores.

"I love you too, Ty Ty."

I whispered before leaning over to cut the light off, before letting sleep takeover.

TIME SKIP

Y/n Hardy.

Location: Arena.

I was sat in catering talking to Skye Blue and Renee.

"I'm excited for tonight's matches, they all seem good."

Skye spoke sipping out of a bottle of water.

"Yeah, i'm ready for the FTW Match."

Renee agreed with the girl.

I saw Skye turn and look at me out of the corner of my eye, so i looked up from my phone towards her.

"Speaking of FTW, why was Jeff and Taz so happy yesterday? Did you finally tell them you're dating a certain champion?"

Skye wiggles her eyebrows at me with a smile on her face.

"No, not yet. They know we did go on a date yesterday tho."

I shrugged placing my phone on the table.

"They knew?"

Renee asked shocked.

"Yep, Taz thinks he finally got me to agree to a date with Tyler."

Skye and Renee shook their heads laughing at what they were just told.

The three of us continued talking until i got a text message.

"Can you come to my locker room rq?"

The notification read.

"Hold on y'all, i'll be right back."

I told the girls getting up.

I heard them say okay before i started walking towards the locker rooms.

I was walking until i got to the door that read, "Hook".

I knocked on the door before opening it.

"what's wrong?"

I ask him as soon as i saw his face.

"I'm nervous, i'm scared."

"Baby, i told you it's gonna be okay. Win or lose tonight, we're all gonna be here to support and love you. I promise. Come here."

i said holding my arms out, making him walk into them.

We just hold each other until we heard a knock on the door.

"Hook, you're on in 5."

We heard a producer through the door.

I turned back to him and smiled.

"You got it."

i told him before standing on my tippy toes a bit and kissed him on the cheek.

He smiled before heading over to the door.

"I love you."

i heard him say.

"I love you too, good luck."

I smiled before i saw him disappear behind the door.

Time to go watch my man.

TIME SKIP

Y/n Hardy.

Location: Arena.

I watched the monitor as Jack grabbed the FTW title and hit Tyler across the head.

I gasped watching Tyler fall to the mat before Jack scooted towards him putting his body over his.

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"HERES YOUR WINNER AND NEW FTW CHAMPION, JACK PERRY."

I watched as Tyler was laid out on the mat.

Jack finally walked backstage with Tyler following a minute or 2 after.

As soon as Tyler saw me, he walked over to me walking into my arms.

I held him until we heard voices coming from behind him.

He turned around backing away from me seeing our dads standing there.

“Well damn.”

My dad said.

The 4 of us bursted out laughing.

“Wait so all that trouble just for y’all to be together already?”

Taz asked shaking his head smiling.

“Surprise!”

I said laughing.

The 4 of us spent the rest of the night going out to dinner and catching our dads up on our relationship.

While at dinner, Tyler decided he was finally ready for our relationship to be public. So he made sure i was okay with it, and he posted us on instagram.

The picture blew up, people were congratulating us, some fan girls were kinda iffy but most of it was support.

While we were nearing the end dinner, i got a text notification from Skye.

“Girl, check Taz’s twitter.”

The text read.

i furrowed my eyebrows and swiped on my phone until i got to the blue app.

I opened the app and all i saw was retweets of the picture and people talking about it.

I went to the trending and saw the two of us were trending.

I smiled shaking my head before putting my phone down and laying my head on Tyler’s shoulder.

I love my life.

🏷️: @kcloveswrestling @hooks-martin

[inbeautifulruins]

get to know me abc edition

a . age: Old enough to know better, still too young to care

b . birthplace: Goldsburo, NC

c . current time:12:03pm

d . drink you had last: Any chance I get to put this in anyone's head, I'mma do it.

f . favourite current song(s): Manchild by Sabrina Carpenter, Leave Me Alone by Renee Rapp, and Hey by BSB

e . easiest person(s) My friends, my husband, the sims I control

g . goals: to stop hating my art, to write a poetry book in honor of my dad.

h . horror yes or horror no: Yes, if it's haunted/ supernatural horror. I'm not into torture horror. <- this, I agree with this

i . in love?: With my husband, Vash the Stampede, several Bioware Men, several Bioware women, several fictional characters ... In my brain I'm the whoriest whore. But in body? Naw, don't touch me.

j . jealous of people: I don't do jealous anymore. It's a waste of time. I look at people and I smile and say "Do you, boo, and do it good" and be happy for them.

k . killed someone: Not in reality, but in the sims with Extreme violence downloaded? All the time.So many times that the Grimm Reaper kicked my ass several times for it.

l . love at first sight or should i walk by again?: Just walk away

m . middle name: Okay so there's a story here. There is what is on my birth certificate and you'd say 'okay then that's your name' but, BUT, my papa named me and he calls me by a longer middle name so does that overwrite it or..? yeah sure legally it is what it is but what Papa says goes...

n . number of siblings: 1 older brother, but then there are the siblings I've collected online like pokemon. They're mine now.

o . one wish: That my dad, my uncle, and that my grandmother weren't dead.

q . questions you’re always asked: "Are you okay?" fam I haven't been okay since 2004.

s . song you last sang: I love this song michael jackson . gif

t . top 3 fictional characters: Danny Williams , Daniel Charles, Will Scarlet

u . inexperienced or experienced writer: experienced, nothing published or anything but I got complimented a lot on my essays in high school

v . vacation: Where I'd go for Vacation, honestly, somewhere with some haunted places or some rich history. I really would love to visit Germany, go back to Japan, and honestly check out England/Spain since my mom lived there for a time. I could have been born in England. I COULD HAVE BEEN TURBO.

w . when’s your birthday: April 12th

x . x - rays: Last X ray was of my mouth for my tooth.

y . your favourite food/cuisine: Oh man...um...fuck, I dunno I just like food. Not like i'm going to eat every five minutes like but I'm willing to try anything once.

z . zodiac sign: fuck you, Nasa, I'm Aries for life.

tagged by:@roguexpogue

tagging: @wachtraeumen, @theforsakenchronicles, @myhappyendiing, @cfthesoul, @healcrs, @deathmaidened, @unitcd, and anyone else who wants to do this! If I didn't tag you I think someone else already did but you're still free to do this. Steal it. Use that klepto sims trait.

[alikaheroes]

I know you finished your Homicide watch like a week ago but now that you've rewatched it all and had time to sit, I wonder if you have any take aways or anything thing that really stuck out as different this time around?

Hey @willowmosby thanks for the ask!

I hadn't seen the show fully in 18 years, so it was fun to go back and look at things from the perspective of a 32 year old as opposed to a 14 year old. Some thoughts

The first 3 seasons are my favorites, and I started with season 4 back in 2006. Three Men and Adena, the City that Bleeds saga, the white glove mystery, Black and Blue, Bop Gun, The Gas Man, Colors, even the Emma Zoole episodes. So much excellent writing.

It's crazy to know I loved Homicide so much without seeing the first 3 seasons.

I didn't realize how important the music was to the show. Seeing the DVD version and enjoying the proper needle drops is a top tier experience, although the Peacock music is still good.

However, seasons 4 and 5 have some of my favorite episodes (Sniper, Hate Crimes, Stakeout, Requiem for Adena, Betrayal, Have a Conscience, and Deception)

I absolutely loved Bolander. Crosetti was OK but I loved Bolander

Early seasons Kay is far superior to later years

I did not remember Bayliss being so unhinged but that seemed to be more seasons 1-3. I feel his character traits went to Kellerman.

I love Juliana even more with another watch

I used to find Mike and Meldrick the cutest, now it's those two and Tim...seasons 1-3, man. Plus I used to hate the glasses era, now I'm in l o v e

The Luther Mahoney arc is still one of the best arcs of all time and he's one of the best villains

I forgot about Georgia Rae, and while I liked her no one compares to Luther.

Falsone is still a great character. Gharty is still annoying.

I didn't remember Ballard being so insufferable at first, so I'm glad they toned her down but a weak first imperssion

I genuinely forgot about Felton's fate. Probably since I didn't see the first 3 seasons it didn't affect me as much as now knowing him.

Emma Zoole is an all time favorite character and the QUEEN Lauren Tom playing her was iconic. As an animation fan, I loved it

Pembleton's stroke is always a hard watch, but I forgot just how hard and how his irritability in season 5 can actually be triggering.

Andre is one of the best actors that ever lived.

Munch in the early years was better, and it's a shame he felt so reduced to a side character as the show progressed

Meldrick's spiral with Luther was overshadowed by Mike's the first time I saw it and I appreciate how well it was documented. Tim and Mike's spirals are more known and discussed, but Meldrick had his own reaction too.

Justice for Brodie!

I'm more impressed with how well they handled Tim's bisexuality, especially for a 90s show. Even in 2006 it was still something that was becoming more mainstream (Prop 8 in 2008 comes to mind, the homophobia towards Adam Lambert in 2009...it was still not as prevalent as now to see proper LGBT representation). Well done, HLOTS

Yaphet Kotto is an icon and I love seeing Mosley from Midnight Run in his portrayal of Gee. I'll always say that's how he got this role.

Stivers still annoyed me

Rene Sheppard, the woman that you are

While you can see the hints, I do feel the way Tim changed through season 7 to get to that point was a bit abrupt. Had he been the same mode as seasons 1-3, it would've made more sense

Giancarlo is iconic

Russert deserved more love and I feel for all that she went through

Season 7's finale was a better ending than the movie.

But I do like we can pick which ending we prefer essentially.

Season 7 isn't as terrible as people say. The crossover, Sheppard incident, Luke Ryland story...all good.

JUNIOR BUNK TOOK IT DOWNTOWN

Still stands strong as one of the best scenes. Ever.

Because it was SO shocking like who saw that coming, especially when we never see violent acts on the show, only the result

I'm so happy the HLOTS Universe is getting more love.

You can see a lot of early influences for The Wire...just 90s style.

Still one of my favorite shows of all time.

This was just a ton of thoughts in my head but it was a fun rewatch!

[rivvyribbons]

Hi! Thank you so so much for organizing the event, I'm really looking forward to it! I can't wait to see what amazing things the community will share :D!

If it's not too much, may I ask what your plans for it are? Are you only going to post art, or are you going to write as well? Focus on the love interests and ocs, or involve more of the other characters? I'm very curious because you're one of my favorite creators in the fandom, and you're very talented :3. I get really happy to see your username pop up in the tags hehe >.<

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(also can I ask if it's ok to do canon X canon for the event? Nothing problematic, just a ship for fun, promise! >.<)

this fandom is so nice oh my god i love u guys!!!

im glad to see all the positive reactions for the event! it was kind of a random idea me and my friend nessie came up with, and for some reason i decided to follow through. which I will never regret!

I'm planning on doing mostly art for each prompt, with drabbles to match it! ouuu dont hope for too much though, because I've never successfully followed through with a fanweek haha. (yet!!)

im mainly focused on mc x tamarack and mc x renee!! and maybe a bit of tamaren because I can't help it haha.

its so wild hearing you say that im one of your favs!! like woah people perceive me, and woah people like me!! isnt that awesome ^^

anyways, of course you're free to do canonxcanon! you don't have to ask for my permission to do so <3 im so excited to see what you'll make!

[nobodyaskedyou]

INTRO POST (please read the personal tags they kinda make no sense without that context)

𝕳𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖞 𝕴 𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖜����𝖓𝖊

𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝕴'𝖉 𝖌𝖑𝖆𝖉𝖑𝖞 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖆 𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊

This blog:

This is a blog dedicated to Neil Josten and Andrew Minyard from the series All for the Game by Nora Sakavic! (with a sprinkling of jerejean and also Kevin Day because i CAN) Here you will find fandom shitposts, various reblogs, memes, art (!!!) and the occasional varyingly-coherent analysis posts.

Tags:

nobody asked you for brainrot [shitposts]

nobody asked you for rambles [analysis/rants]

nobody asked you for creativity [fanfic/fanart/other fan related creative stuff]

nobody asked you to reblog [reblogs... duh]

nobody asked you for memes [memes.. duh.]

some other thing nobody asked you for [when i dont know how to categorize a post]

oh somebody did ask you [answering asks]

𝕵𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚

𝕬 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖑𝖊 𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖕 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖇𝖊 𝖆 𝖜𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊

Me:

My online name is Fruit on my main blog (@fruit-icus) and I guess that works for this one too. The URL doesn't really lend itself to a better nickname.

My pronouns are They/them primarily, though I occasionally use both gendered pronouns and also xey/xem.

I enjoy making fanart (usually), fanfic (sometimes), drinking fancy tea and owning nice smelling candles. I have a complicated relationship with religion which is why Renee Walker is the love of my life and I would die for her. Call me Andrew the way I will take a knife to anyone who says something mean about my angel.

𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝕴 𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘

𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝕴 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚

on this blog, please DO:

Send me asks! I may accept requests for art, fanfic (oneshots or short fics), or just random andriel related shit

Reblog, like, interact however you like

(respectfully) Discuss! I love talking abt aftg and I'm totally interested in analyzing the series from different points of views and seeing different interpretations

on this blog, please DON'T:

Send me inappropriate asks. I am a minor and aceflux so I'm very much not interested.

Send me asks related to palestine. If you are in need of your gofundme being spread, I direct you to my (at the time of writing this) larger blog @theboredasexual. I answer palestine related asks on that blog when I can, and if they are vetted. Stay strong! (Note: If nobodyaskedyou gets larger than theboredasexual I may change this)

Interact with my posts in cruel or hateful ways. I am not interested in homophobes, transphobes, racists, or any other bigoted subcategory interacting with my blog. If you disagree with a take I have, thats fine! I'm happy to talk about it, but I am not interested in doing so in a shit-head way.

Insult renee walker ever. You will die.

𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖜𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖚𝖕 𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝕴 𝖉𝖔

𝕾𝖔 𝕴 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖘𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖎𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖊

Credits:

Page dividers are from this post

Lyrics are from Anything Anything Anything by Madds Buckley. You can find her on YT here, TikTok here, and on Spotify.

Avatar is fanart by leragoessouth here on tumblr. They're an amazing artist and do some phenomenal aftg fanart so FOLLOW THEM

[codename-adler]

My 2 niche aftg takes are that I love and accept Nora’s extra content, just because they don’t get married or say I love u or any of that stuff, doesn’t mean they are not healing and that they can never truly be healed without those things, it’s just that those are not important to them and that’s valid, their happy ending doesn’t have to look like everyone else’s (I also love and accept Nora’s writing, not a fan of when everyone jokingly bashes her books as if she didn’t capture all our hearts, art is meant to make you feel, and she succeeded in that a lot more than a lot of other ‘good’ writing)

Number two is that I’m not a fan of a lot of the fanon characterisation of Andrew and Neil, I know it’s par for the course in queer media that a fandom will feminise one character and masculinise the other (and make one the ‘bottom’ and one the ‘top’ respectively) , and I even expected it, obviously that’s weird in itself but that’s not even the part that bothers me that much since I knew it would happen, the part that does is that they clearly have done it the wrong way round, because like, if any one of those boys is going to wear a skirt, it’s Andrew, he’s the one that likes fashion and might decide to experiment, not Neil. If anyone is a ‘submissive’ it’s Andrew, the way he acts in the books, he literally does anything neil wants to make him happy, and if anyone gives top energy, it’s Neil josten, and I know this is silly but I guess it made the whole thing a lot more jarring for me when I went on to read fanfic and it felt even more ooc than it usually would. Anyway that’s all.

that damn extra content... Okay. i have barely read any of it.

i've read Wymack's story / Dan's recruitment; me likes. i just love that man. nora knows how to build her men.

i've read Jean's drafts and his abuse at the Nest; me hates. the SA just thrown in there for what? Riko's already dead, it's pointless to further villainize him when the series is over. i hate SA as an afterthought, something that gives character, something being used as a plot device. with the announcement of TSC however? we'll see...

i've read Allison's future; me irks. see previous ask.

andreil stuff, i've read about here and there but not directly from the source; some me laughs, some me don't care. that's literally it. i don't give it much, if any, thought at all.

i've heard of Renee's future in the peace corps and marrying a man; me ew ew ew. she is so queer-coded it's baffling how that was achieved with Renee/Jean in mind. and the peace corps?? that toxic american white savior bullshit?? baby no. there are much better religious orgs and rep out there.

the rest is mystery to me. i'm cumulating more and more reasons to thoroughly read through the EC, but it's not like... an urge. i'll get to it when i get to it. i appreciate nora sakavic for writing it, but also for not pushing it everywhere. she doesn't mind whether one considers it canon or not. i really, really appreciate that of her. SO DO NOT COME FOR HER AND HER WRITING. aftg is GOOD. it was never badly written. it's just so out of left field that it is difficult not to be made to feel ashamed for liking the series by mainstream lit and lit. corps. honestly give me a work of literature that has had a stronger grip on its readers than aftg and that you consider being 'well-written' in comparison. i will never, ever say it's bad. because it isn't. i will not be taking any question.

as for the second part of this ask... i am uncomfortable discussing sexual fanon content, and i simply do not read that kind of stuff very often, again because it's not for me, so i won't be able to add to this. perhaps other mutuals can reach out to you on this?

thank you for your contribution @doctorwhomybae and sorry for the tardiness!

[coff-in]

It's okay if you can't come up with a whole lot of answers for asks right now. And if you really aren't feeling well, I hope you find time to recover and people to talk to about it. Taking a break from one routine for a bit can help, even if it's just for a while.

thank you so much, anon :'] i didn't mean to worry people or like, farm sympathy from it; i just thought it would help to explain why i wasn't answering as many asks and requests as i used to.

i'm very sorry if it's been inconvenient, my absence/hiatus. i do want to keep writing for tcoaal, but i've been more focused on my sibling ocs more than reader-inserts. i've also been a bit... afraid and concerned about how my writing will be reacted to by the fandom since coffincest is the only canonically ship. i've just been seeing a lot of negative reactions towards fanworks of ocs and mods and stuff that leans away from coffincest and i scared myself a bit into just... locking down. paired with my slowly declining mental health, i haven't been very productive here on tumblr

i do have plans for renee wednesdays, continuing homebodies, and maybe rewritting indulgence in isolation (i don't like how it has been written), but i have a hard time staying focused on things and keeping motivation so it will take a long time to see all this through

i have been missing reading tcoaal x readers, so i do want to continue writing. i'll still be here even if i'm not posting original writing. i also don't mind just talking about tcoaal, either! i think it would be easier for me to respond to smaller messages now, things like conversations and such. hopefully i haven't come off as too intimidating over the months, i really don't bite

i have been talking to my friends about my depression and i'm very happy that you chose to reach out to me. i hope i'll be able to impress you with my future writing. please look forward to it!

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coff-in

[blueberrywhale123]

Les Mis

So I've had an idea boiling around in my brain for over a year or two now (I lose track) and it's a modern AU for Les Mis because I don't like characters dying.

It's a focus on Valjean because I can't for the life of me find modern ones with a focus on Valjean!

So basically, here it goes:

How Valjean reunited with his sister and her son, ended up with Cosette, and later the Enjolras family.

It opens with Valjean moving into his new apartment, it's really small and cheap but all he can afford. He is trying to build a life for himself in the real world after prison and it is an uphill battle. His sister is in Paris working for all he knows, his last letter with her saying as much before he pushed her away and he stopped answering her until she stopped writing.

He runs into his sister a few months later. Tearful reunion. Lots of apologizing. Justine (That's my name for his sister) tells Valjean that her husband passed away (either a work-related death or a drunk driver) and she lost her job and house and the city took her son (maybe Feuilly??) out of her custody because she was failing to provide for him. Valjean immediately gets to work helping Justine. He takes her in, helps her find a job, he talks to all the legal and government people about how to get custody back. It's a grueling process that takes two years but they get Feuilly back entirely.

Valjean then meets Fantine and Cosette, he is their neighbor in the apartment complex. Valjean notices that Fantine is rarely around - working nights - and Cosette is almost always with the Thenardiers down a floor. Fantine takes ill and Valjean nurses her and takes care of Cosette because he finds out that the Thenardiers were using her for child labor. Fantine starts to get better but soon takes a turn for the worse and she’s dying (don’t know from what yet). She asks Valjean if he can make a will for her that puts Cosette in his care. Valjean gets custody of Cosette when Fantine dies and they live a happy life with Justine and her son MaybeFeuilly. Like Marilla and Matthew raising Anne but to the left a little bit.

Cosette even makes friends with some little girls from school that are from the Combeferre and Courfeyrac family (but neither of the brothers know this until years later.)

Little did either know that Fantine wasn't the only woman whom Felix seduced and left pregnant. Rene Enjolras is the son of Paulette Enjolras, whose good husband passed away from cancer. This spurred Rene to check for diseases in his family line and the DNA test came back with a deadbeat sperm donor and a little half-sister. Valjean and Cosette get the shock of a lifetime when Rene asks to meet when he finds out about them at 17, and Cosette is 15. They start a tentative family relationship. His mother moves to England for something and Enjolras decides to go to university in Paris. This leads to him spending a lot of time with Jean and Cosette, they get really close and he stays with them.

The Les Amis stuff happens eventually and I thought that they could have started an afterschool tutoring program for underprivileged kids. Since they did something like it with adults in the book I think. Basically, Enjolras has the hardest time sharing personal information and so barely anyone finds out about Cosette and company unless it's by accident. Courfeyrac and Combeferre didn't actually know for a fact she was real until they saw her at their high school graduation!

Eventually, all the Les Amis find out about Enjolras' whole other branch in his family tree (most of which isn't blood related) and force their way into the circle.

Basically, by the time I'm done with this, Valjean will have sooooo so so many people around him that his little antisocial anxious heart won't know what to do with them all!

I'm gonna write it! At some point in my life ...

[cassiaratheslytherpuff]

Hello! 💙 Could you please tell us something about your Rarry WIPs? I'm especially interested in the 3am conversation one. 👀 Thank you!

Thank you for asking! 💜 (Though you might regret it, as this is just angst).

The 3am conversations is pretty much just that, a few conversations I imagine Ron and Harry had in the middle of the night where barriers are down and nothing good happens. It's very much the same vibe as the song Pretty Girls by Renee Rapp (which ever since it came out has made me want to go back and finish this fic, but I keep wanting to write all the things so I haven't gotten around to it yet)

“If I wasn’t with Hermione, I’d totally hook up with you,” Ron says. He’s grinning at Harry like he’s just given him a huge compliment. Like that was the answer Harry wanted when complaining of loneliness. “Don’t,” Harry says. He can’t look at Ron, so he doesn’t. Instead, he directs his gaze up to the starry sky above them. It’s nice, or at least it was supposed to be nice. A weekend getaway with his best friend, a small cabin surrounded by trees. They had gone outside to enjoy the afternoon sun and a few pints to many later the sun was gone. Harry didn’t feel the dark until now though. “I’m not kidding,” Ron says. It makes everything worse, somehow. “Ron, don’t.” Harry closes his eyes against the pain of it. Of having the thing he wants most dangled in front of his face and not being able to grab it. What is he supposed to do with that information? Wish that Hermione wasn’t there, that she didn’t love Ron? That Ron breaks her heart by leaving her? He can’t win this, and that’s fine as long as Ron fucking shuts up. “Mate, it’s a compliment.” “No, it fucking isn’t,” Harry says, surprising himself with the force in the words. He stands from the chair to pace the length of the porch. “Merlin, Ron. You’re not this obtuse. You know.” Ron’s face falls, and Harry isn’t wrong. He does know. Probably said what he did as some sort of messed up way to make Harry feel better. It’s not his fault, really, it’s the truth. But when the truth is ‘If I couldn’t have my first choice, I’d be happy settling for you’ it’s better to just keep silent. “I wasn’t sure,” Ron says, voice almost a whisper. Harry throws his hands up and tries to hold on to the anger. Despite his efforts, it fades as quickly as it came, and Harry uses his hands to rub at his tired eyes. “Well, you’re sure now,” Harry says. “So just – don’t. It just fucking hurts, OK?” “Yeah,” Ron agrees. “Sorry.”