#however the angst is palpable and I am a sucker for angst

[hnnny]

Who was gonna tell me that this guy is literally the worst >:( Contender for biggest loser award.

[nahoney22]

Hey! Hope you’re doing alright and hydrated ❤️ I have a request if possible…I’m a sucker for angst so was thinking how would any of the batch (your choice) would react dying in the way Aunt May died in Spider-Man NWH…like she was right for a second and then it just happened.

It’s ok if you don’t feel comfortable about it, Ty!

No Way Home - Readers Death

All Bad Batch Boys X GN!Reader

As the request says, boys reacting to your death like Aunt May’s in NWH

warnings: mentions of death of reader, swearing, blood, denial, major injury but not in detail, suuuuper angsty. ALL ABOARD THE ANGST TRAIN 🚂

authors note: very sorry for the delay nonny 💜

Echo

"That was a close call, too close," Echo breathes out, his voice laced with relief as he finds himself amidst the wreckage. You had just rescued him, albeit recklessly, but the danger had finally passed, and it was time to return back to the Marauder. What a mess.

"Tell me about it," you reply, forcing a short laugh despite the heaviness in your chest. As you approach Echo, you grow confused as his widened eyes catch your attention, as if he had witnessed something utterly horrifying. "Are you alright, Echo?"

He hesitates for a brief moment before rushing over to you, swiftly offering support as you suddenly collapse onto your knees. "Take it easy, cyare," he urges, his concern palpable. Confusion washes over you at the intensity of his worry.

"I'm fine, really. Just... need a moment to catch my breath, that's all."

Echo’s hand that was on your back comes forward and both of your hearts thunder at his crimson stained blood. “Is that yours?” You whisper, looking at his hand and tune up at him. But, his face said everything.

“We need to get you back to the Havoc. Now.” He had lost so much already, he couldn’t lose you.

“I’m fine Echo. I just need a second.” But your words were slow, laced with tiredness as your body starts to shut down. “Just a second.”

How many more seconds were you willing to give?

“I’m fine…. Aren’t I?” Your head tilts to the side as you look up at him, his eyes flooding with tears.

“Yes,” he rasps but his voice didn’t carry the strength of truth. “You’re going to be fine.”

“Just a few more seconds.”

And that’s all you could give him. He wanted a forever.

Hunter

Hunter caught a whiff of it before he saw it. At first glance, you appeared relatively unscathed, just a bit battered from the recent attack. As always, you mustered the strength to stand up and push forward. But the scent of blood hung in the air.

However, the moment you took a step forward, you stumbled, only to be caught by Hunter. "Tech, I need an immediate extraction. Track my location. Now," he urgently commanded, his words filled with anguish, leaving you perplexed.

"Why the extraction? I simply tripped, silly," you chuckled softly, your nose nuzzling against his—a familiar gesture between the two of you. But as you attempted to sit up, your body betrayed you, and you remained rooted to the ground. His gentle pressure on your side triggered a wave of panic. "Hunter, am I injured?"

"Yes," he replied softly, "but don't worry. Tech and the others will be here soon, okay? Just hold on."

"Why are you telling me to hold on? I'm fine. I feel fine!" you protested, emotions rushing over you, followed by a fit of coughing that caused you to cry out in a pained sob.

"Take it easy, my love, take it easy. You're going to be alright. I won't let you slip away. Never," he assured, his words filled with desperation.

Sadly, even his words couldn't save you.

He cradled you in his arms for what felt like hours, feeling helpless, lost, and consumed by anger. "Please, wake up," he whispered, gently stroking your cheek, his tears falling onto your skin. "Wake up."

Wrecker

"Are you alright, babe?" Wrecker rushes over to your side, forcefully kicking away the heavy debris that had engulfed both of you during the chaotic mission. It was just the two of you, both bewildered about what went wrong when the onslaught of rubble descended upon you.

Coughing, you nod while dusting off your eyes. "Y-yeah, I'm okay," you groan, joining Wrecker in removing the rubble that trapped your body. He assists you in standing, his arm wrapped around your waist as the two of you make your way towards the exit. But he abruptly halts as something warm trickles onto his glove.

Slowly, he withdraws his hand from you, desperately hoping it isn't what he fears. Unfortunately, it confirms his dread. "You, uh, you're bleeding quite a bit," he immediately informs you, flustered, as you stop and look at him, noticing the blood staining his glove.

"Oh," you manage to utter, but in that split second, you collapse to the ground. You believed you were fine, or at least you thought so, but witnessing the consequences of the mission on your own body triggers sudden pain.

"Fuck, are you okay?" Wrecker drops to his knees beside you, but it's too late. Just like that, you're gone.

"Baby?" he whispers, gently nudging your shoulder and placing his large hand over your cheek. "Hey, come on now. We have to keep going."

He's in denial. You can't be gone. It's simply inconceivable. The others hear him when he comms them, begging and crying and screaming your name. You left his life just as quickly as you fell into it.

Tech

With adrenaline still coursing through your veins after the attack, you and Tech find yourselves surrounded by rubble and debris. Despite the chaos, you can't help but chuckle at the mess when you meet up beside Tech. "Well, that was quite an eventful ride, huh?"

"Yes, but it shouldn't have happened. I'm uncertain about what went wrong," Tech muses, resting his chin on his hand in deep contemplation. However, you reassure him with a kiss on the cheek, conveying that worrying about it can wait and that it's best for both of you to make a quick exit.

But as you continue walking, a sudden surge of pain radiates from your stomach, causing you to clutch it tightly before collapsing to your knees with a thud. "Tech, I don't feel well," you manage to utter through the discomfort.

His face instantly fills with concern as he swiftly approaches you, crouching down to your level. "Let me quickly check your vital signs and see if we missed any injuries."

Tech retrieves his scanner and begins assessing you, but his heart feels like it's about to burst out of his chest, as if it's being stomped upon, when he sees the results. Your minds are hazy, too clouded to fully comprehend the situation, as he urgently speaks into his comm, likely calling for assistance.

His hands gently grasp your shoulders, guiding your head to face him, even though you struggle to rely on reading his lips. Yet, there's an undeniable sense of concern in his eyes.

"Tech, what's happening?" you whisper, your voice filled with both pain and confusion. Your eyelids grow heavy as an overwhelming wave of drowsiness begins to wash over you.

"You're injured. Quite severely, I'm afraid," he responds candidly, wrapping his arms around you as you nestle into his side. He does everything within his power to prevent any further damage from occurring.

"It's not that bad," you mutter, your head lolling against his shoulder. "I'm just a little sleepy. I need a moment or two."

"No," he shakes his head adamantly, his voice filled with urgency. "No, you must stay awake, my love. Okay?"

As your eyes close, you release a deep exhale. "Just a few minutes, okay? You can wake me up soon."

Tech's heartache intensifies as he witnesses the person he loves slipping away right in front of him. His lower lip quivers, his mind desperately searching for solutions, for any brilliant ideas that might help, but nothing seems to work. "Stay awake, my love. List all the stars, moons, and planets for me, like I taught you. You have to stay awake," he implores, his voice filled with desperation.

"I can't," you sigh dismissively, leaning into his chest. "I'm so tired."

"Please... please, don't leave me.”

Crosshair

"Why are you looking at me like that? Stop looking at me like that!" you exclaim, feeling uneasy under Crosshair's intense gaze. The mission had concluded, and you were both making your way out when he abruptly halted, fixated on your movements, as if witnessing a lifetime's worth of memories in an instant.

Confusion etches your face as you turn to him, repeating his name, but he remains motionless. It takes a shout from you to finally elicit a response.

"You're bleeding," he states firmly, dropping his rifle and stepping closer to you, causing your brows to furrow. You instinctively touch your head, finding a small trickle of blood.

"Well, of course I'm bleeding. A building just collapsed on us. It's just a scratch-" you begin, but he cuts you off.

"No," he interrupts, his tone resolute as he positions himself directly in front of you. He raises his wrist and speaks into his comm, urgently requesting an emergency evacuation.

"Crosshair, baby, I'm fine!" you protest, tugging on his wrist, urging him to keep moving. However, he remains steadfast, unmoving. Instead, a sudden wave of excruciating pain seizes you, causing you to cry out and clutch your side.

As you pull your hand back, your eyes widen in shock at the sight of crimson staining your palm. "W-what?"

Before you have a chance to collapse, Crosshair catches you in his arms. "Shh, it's okay. I've got you. The others are on their way."

"Crosshair, w-what happened? What's going on?" you panic, squirming in his grasp, only intensifying the pain.

The Marksman rarely experienced panic, but watching you in this state was unbearable. He felt utterly helpless, unable to do much except apply pressure to the bleeding wound. "Stay calm. It... it will be okay," he says, his voice wavering as he tries to reassure both you and himself.

"When can we go home?" you whisper, breaking the long, painful silence that had settled between you. He can't find the right words to say, so he simply holds you tightly, knowing that you're in shock and asking questions that may not make complete sense.

"Soon," he replies, his voice stiff, his lips lightly brushing against your forehead as he closes his eyes, feeling his heart shatter within him. "We'll go home soon."

Crosshair was never quite the same after you left for home.

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[memuntos]

SHIPPING INFO — ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSE(S).

WHAT'S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSES(S)?

considering that a good chunk of my muses are literally insane or (holds knife to your throat) type muses, i don't have a big list of otps. but most of my muses that do have canon counterparts for i would sell my soul for and those include: genya / david, jude / cardan, rosalind / orion, alice / jasper, yor / loid, kate / anthony, veronica / jd (in the worst way possible tbh)

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?

honestly most things. i don't do large age gaps and i don't do pregnancy plots for the most part. in general, i don't write ships often because romance isn't my go-to genre but there are quite a few things i love exploring. i love the pain of heartbreak and trope of right person, wrong time. yearning and angst are my bread and butter when it comes to ships so however that can be achieved i'm game. i am more than happy to explore a wildly unhealthy ship but am only willing to do that with really close friends. i hate when people romanticize toxic relationships but i do think they can be written with nuance and awareness. i actually love a good fight, a lovers spat. i love the hard and messy parts of a relationship, i love couples getting through the messy parts of a relationship and coming out stronger. love takes a lot of work and i think we need to realize that more as a community and society tbh. i'm also a sucker for either ends of the spectrum of a relationship, meaning the very beginning with butterflies, first dates, confessions not said, etc. and married, domestic life. the stable in between period of a couple doesn't do much for me unless they're just as much friends as they are lovers.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

i'm not a big age gap girly especially considering the age of most of my muses and how i believe age directly correlates with maturity and life stages in most cases. so i get uncomfortable pretty quickly with an age gap. with muses that are minors it would have to be within a year or two at most. older than 18, looking at maybe 4 ish years max. i don't have enough 30+ muses but when the muse is above 30 i'm willing to go to about 6-7 years older. immortals are obv the exception.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

very lol. if i'm real honest, i'm open to shipping only if we've comfortably talked ooc. there are a few rare times when i see someone and i'm itching to hit them up for a ship because i think our writing styles would vibe well, but due to previous experiences, i do like to establish a bit of an ooc connection. this truly could just be rotting about our muses together or plotting and screaming a little. so any of the people who have me on discord and we've plotted about multiple muses are fair game to hit me up to ship bc i will definitely be too awkward to hit you up ahahahah

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY'RE CONSIDERED NSFW?

i'm not really a steamy writer so two muses making out is likely as far as i'll go. i love tension and palpable tension between two muses but physical touching won't go far in a thread with me just for my own comfort levels!!

WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE(S) WITH?

there's only a few that come to mind off the top of my head but i love a good random ship tbh whether canon or oc. canon wise the only ones i can think of off the bat are genya / alina, johanna / katniss, velma / daphne, ty lee / sokka.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

yes please because i will not get the hint, i hope you know that <3 besides naturally flirty muses, i will never default to anything shippy so you really do have to let me know even if we’re besties i will not catch what you are putting down

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?

yes!! all my ships will exist in different universes and/or timelines.

ARE YOU SHIP - OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE - OR - LESS?

ship more - or - less for sure. once we get a ship going though they live in my head rent free. i’ll send you stupid musings about them and will scream at you, but romantic ships usually aren’t my go-to dynamic.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM(S) ?

literally the same answer as above tbh. with ocs though special shoutout to noemi / fallon, chija / tyl, aklla / allie, estelle / harriet, som / kit. aka literally all my oc ships i think 🤭

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

look me in the eyes, hold my hand, and tell me you have a proposal to make 👉👈

tagging : anyone who hasn’t done this and sees it !

[aphra7]

Danger v. Danger

My origin story is purple ponytail Butter Jungkook. I was hooked by the lip the moment he autoplay sauntered across my screen while I was innocently scrolling Facebook (of all places) and then YouTube suggested ON and one video led to another and the next thing I knew I’d forked $22 over to Weverse so that I could call myself a card-carrying ARMY. Literally the same day. And then Sowoozoo (Miami JK) happened and someone on Reddit was like “hey you should watch My Time” and I have been mainlining Bangtan ever since. But it took me forever to explore content as far back as the Dark & Wild era because when I went back that far, Jungkook was just so damn young. It was too weird.

Yeah haha very funny.

With time, however, I realized that my true primary affections lay with Jin, because Jin is total husband material, and he was already a hot grownup when Dark & Wild came out. Problem solved!

Not sure how I slept on this Seokjin. Forgive me, my darling.

I still love you, Jungkook. It’s just, I’m married now.

Anyway, all of Dark & Wild is great, but I have an inordinate fondness for Danger. First, it sounds like a long-lost Michael Jackson song, and I am an OG MJ fan. Second, the guyliner. So good. Finally, my absolute favorite form of BTS content is performance videos, and there are a million bazillion performances of Danger.

My original plan was to rank every performance of Danger, and I began that project, but it turns out that Tumblr won’t let me link that many videos in a single post and its UI sucks too bad for me to break what I already have into multiple posts. I might still finish someday, but in the meantime, why don’t we put the video for Korean Danger up against Japanese Danger and see who wins.

First up: Korean Danger

This video features members doing things that are things other members do. Jimin is boxing instead of Jungkook. Jungkook is playing the piano instead of Yoongi. Taehyung is cutting his own hair instead of Jin. Jin is wearing a muscle shirt instead of Namjoon. Namjoon is brooding, which is something he does, but he is also tattooing himself, which I cannot in five million years imagine him actually doing. Only Yoongi (basketball) and Hoseok (dancing) are engaged in on-brand activities.

The angst is so thick, it’s chewy.

Something is wrong; there’s a palpable sense of unease throughout that isn’t resolved. The lighting is mood and the stakes seem high. They are all suffering, but you don’t know why. You can almost see HYYH and its neverending cycle of misery* on the horizon.

They’re�� in danger.

* Don’t @ me. I love HYYH.

The challenger: Japanese Danger

What is with this thumbnail?

I usually avoid Japanese versions of Korean songs because they weird me out, but I love that BTS often goes to the trouble of making separate, fully-realized videos for the Japanese versions. They look incredible in this. The lighting is better than in the Korean video. (I’m a sucker for high contrast.) The choreo is much easier to follow and the vibe (other than dance Hobi’s accusatory expression, seriously, I never want to be on Hoseok’s bad side) just feels different. And there’s a storyline. The underground club gang fight/dance battle subplot with Tae waiting fruitlessly for some girl (probably) to message him back is low-stakes, easy to follow, and satisfyingly resolved.

Also, how cute is baby JayKaaaaaaaayyyyyyy?

The club sequence begins with young thug Jimin busting the door open (I cry) and ends with Tae apparently triumphing in a rap battle. (Did Tae write this storyline?) It’s so good! There’s a happy ending! I love this story! Who needs girls? Not rap king Taehyung!

The verdict:

I realize this is a spicy take, but based purely on the videos, Japanese Danger is the superior Danger.

The settings are better.

The styling is better.

I can see the choreo better.

Jin is extra super hot in this version. It’s not just me, look at the comments. BACK OF THE LINE PEOPLE HE’S MINE

There’s an actual story instead of just “wow these guys sure do have a lot of feelings.” Not that there’s anything wrong with guys having a lot of feelings.

The climax of Japanese Danger is Tae winning a rap battle. The climax of Korean Danger is… he cuts his hair. Which I can’t take seriously because I watched the behind so I know he accidentally did cut his actual hair and not just the forelock toupee, so it makes me giggle every time.

The only better things about Korean Danger is it’s in Korean (I will only suffer through the disorientation of listening to the Japanese version for the sake of watching the video) and Namjoon’s hair. I love his edgy Japanese Danger hair, but I have a real soft spot for the soft serve/Marilyn Monroe look.

Who in their right mind would give Namjoon a tattoo gun?

I take no pleasure in this verdict. I’m Korean-American and never willingly admit that anything Japanese is better, ever, due to the traditional enmity between our peoples. I will entertain arguments in the comments, if anyone has any. But I’m not wrong.

헷갈리게 하지 마

[glitterportrait]

I am slightly bewildered by the speed with which a certain Barkskins pairing has devoured brainspace up in here, and thus am giving into a pressing need to ramble about it at some length.

So I didn’t have to get that far into Barkskins before realizing it had all the makings of a shippy feels pit-inducing trap for my brain: namely, a period piece with nuanced characters and dudes bonding and/or stabbing each other in nature. In previews I’d already glimpsed enough of Hamish’s long-dark-hair-with-a-sweetass-coat aesthetic to expect he’d be supremely fixatable; combined with the irresistible Yvon factor, I just figured my ship of choice had steamed full blast into port. And fixatedly ship them I do, both in a bromancey way and in a May-December (okay, like July-September??) way.

What I didn’t expect was to find a ship that actually had some swoony shit taking place right there in the canon. 

I mean, one can always hold out hope, and with each successive ep I did feel myself primed for some revelatory moment of attraction between characters. (Not that I wouldn’t have enjoyed the show without it, but I cannot lie. In the murky depths of my fangirlish heart I am here for the swoony shit.) I should perhaps take a moment to clarify that when I say swoony what I mean is shit that makes me swoon, which is usually some degree of yearning and/or pining expressed via stupid hardcore glances and that filthiest category of porn, hand touching.

Of course there was Rene and Mari, but despite my interest in their stories I wasn’t floored by what developed between them (though I wouldn’t throw the shirtless woodchopping scene out of bed or anything). I don’t actually see this as a fault, given the mess of a situation they’re both in with Trepagny and how it naturally constrained them, and I’d be very interested to see what might happen with these two in a second season. But yeah, they didn’t have me flailing. Nor did Mathilde and Captain Bouchard, as unexpectedly sweet together as they turned out to be!

Meanwhile Delphine’s character caught and held my eye because, well, your honor I love her. Her palpable desire to find connection and acceptance, to offer compassion to others and to take the risk of starting a family among strangers, all while battling the effects of trauma and the sense that she’s been indelibly marked as an outcast, both physically and otherwise -- her storyline just grabbed me.

After the disastrous wedding with Pierre I kept wondering if there’d be another suitor for her; and though I hadn’t picked up on it as clearly as @calamity-bean (beautifully articulated here), I did think Duquet was a possibility. In the scene where he and Cooke are dining at the Inn and Delphine approaches to fill their cups, I noticed the way Duquet looked at her (and was careful not to look at her overmuch, once she actually stood beside him). It was a notable if fleeting moment, and I thought OKAY, maybe something there, maybe more later? But it fell quite sadly short of my hopes for swooniness, and not just because Charles just... doesn’t do it for me, however much I admire his ambitions and complexities.

As for Elisha Cooke, welp. I’d thought of him mainly as a very conniving, very beardy foil to my main man (read: Hamish). Sure, his connivingness was fun to watch, and dude had a way with words; and I am a fan of a serious beard, even one that’s had buttermilk sputtered all through it, I guess. The backstory with his deceased wife, the almost Gothic devotion to her lock of hair and the gravestone chats -- all intriguing, yes. But whatever, you’re still getting in the way of Mr. Goames and how dare.

And then that spindly swindler, that crafty cooper, that bewhiskered bastard (say it with me in Bill Selby’s voice) had the unprecedented audacity to gaze up at Delphine with such dumb, unadulterated longing -- and awkwardly flirt with her by talking about albino beaver pelts, and freaking nutmeg in his beard -- and make her feel like the world contained some hitherto unimaginable wonder in it, and that in this world she seemed equally wondrous to him --

That is how I slammed face-first into a totally unanticipated wall of Delphine/Elisha feels.

I don’t know what will happen with these guys, assuming we even get that second season. My best guess aligns with @calamity-bean’s theory in that Duquet will come between them somehow, and weirdly I wouldn’t find that an unwelcome endgame, because I am a sucker for the level of angst that could involve. I would (horribly) sort of love something along the general lines of Elisha ultimately losing Delphine, not because Charles successfully woos her away--at least at first?--but because he succeeds in making Elisha think he’s losing her, and thus give into a maelstrom of his own worst flaws, which definitely drives Delphine away? Although I would absolutely hope for her to come out the survivor of any fall-out, and find some happiness in the end!

I dunno, it’s something I am thinking A Lot about obvs, and I may very well have to attempt fic-ish things in the course of processing my thoughts!

[lostlastsforever756]

That Rizzles fic, though. You’ve saved my weekend because I’m losing my mind here over the fine details of purchasing rights and pricing out contracts for restaurants. (Seriously, it’s 2:30AM and I almost cried.)

Maura moving back home at Christmas, bound to eventually run into Jane again and dredge up complicated and painful feelings and memories?! You’ve just given me an amazing early holiday gift! “It’s like those Hallmark Christmas Movies™” AKA IDEAL. I LOVE TRASHY CHRISTMAS ROMCOMS/DRAMAS. 

Okay, so. A ‘when they were kids’ prologue? Heartbreaking, what the hell. I SIGNED UP FOR CHRISTMAS CUTENESS, however I am also a sucker for angst so goddamnit you got me. Teeny boppers Maura and Jane, ugh. You can just imagine them as the two sorta ‘weird’ kids, the outcasts that only got along with each other. My favourite section of this is either Maura’s anxiety, which is palpable and relatably overwhelming in a childish way, or her observing Jane and how “her body moves is as fluid as a dancer” as she shoots hoops. It’s entirely Maura to make that connection instead of just a plain athletic observation, and it’s so sweet and loving. Plus Jane was absolutely the kid that was all awkwardly bolshy and lanky and scraped knees, naturally sporty if not exactly a team player.

Now to the actual intro chapter. And oh my god this is just Winter blues to the max. Maura leaving and no one throwing her a going away party is entirely plausible and sad. Maura being aware of this? Ouch. I like how you write her and balance her rational, straightforward bluntness with how emotional and in turmoil she actually is. The confrontation with the student? I felt that awkwardness. Maybe weirdly, I sort of agree with him and at least partly already feel like Maura is taking this move for the wrong reasons. I know it eventually leads to Jane but Maura, honey, you’re obviously not clear-headed right now. In the short term you’re still going to be miserable when you move to Boston.

(But props to Maura for walking through snow and ice in heels. I struggle to do that in proper Winter boots every year.)

Your Jack actually makes me like him in this tiny bit, amazing! A Christmas miracle. Or maybe that’s my sleep deprivation talking. But still. She is throwing away everything to follow him, and not even out of love from her heart, but out of being lost and grasping for any possible way out and a sense of societal obligation and normality. If she were in a healthier place maybe it could work. I mean, well, no. It would never. But oh Maura. This is going to be a long road to happiness, I can feel it.

My reply:

First of all, super glad you saw this and also I love getting these messages??? And i wanted to reply to this so bad that I finally got back into my computer instead of using stupid tumblr mobile to properly reply because tumblr seems to be…not notifying me of messages on mobile? and also, like, eating the replies? so that’s cool.

Honestly, sometimes (most of the time) i love me some trashy hallmark rom coms, but I think about Rizzles ALL THE TIME so I was like yup time to get it done. I didn’t want this to be like a “we saw each other once and immediately fell in love” thing, I wanted there to be that wonderful friendship we see in the show with the romance, so like that’s where the prologue came in. I love writing about people having anxiety, because I feel like it happens so often to me and its not something i can ignore, it’s like the only thing i can think about is not throwing up when it happens to me, and it happens when I’m just thinking about asking someone a question soooo yeah. I love thinking about baby Jane tbh, because I know that girl never showered and tried to wear shorts well into February and honestly that was me as a kid. The point of the prologue was just to kinda show that these two girls really cared and loved each other at some point to make what’s about to happen more natural. 

So, on to Maura! She’s….she’s uh…she’s dumb sometimes. And if you read the books, I’m pretty sure there are like one or two scenes where she shows up to a crime scene in the snow in shoes that are NOT winter boots and almost falls on her ass, so I had to add that in as well. She’s dumb sometimes, but i love her, and also who isn’t? But she’s also dumb because yes, the student is correct, she is quitting and moving for all the wrong reasons. She’s kind of under this impression that she needs to be a “good wife” to Jack, something she has come up with on her own, by the way, and she’s not entirely sure how to do that. So, she has taken it to the extreme and is quitting and thinking shes gonna be a house wife (which, tbh, i would probably do that too, i take everything too far in one direction or another) when really all that’s gonna do is make her even more sad. And she KNOWS IT but she’s gonna try to do it anyway. Well, you know, until Jane comes along lol.

I am trying to make Jack as likable as possible, because when I watched the show, i didn’t really see him as a bad guy and I don’t like to immediately paint significant others as bad in fics, you know? We all know she’s gonna leave him for Jane, but he doesn’t have to be a horrible dude for that to happen, sometimes things like that just happen. Although, chapter two, you might not like him as much, but he is also afraid because he knows that Maura probably isn’t into him as much as he is in to her. And also i wrote another thing in chapter 3 that might not make him look good, but i promise my original intention was to not make him look bad! 

So, over all, Maura is an extremist and would be making a huge mistake if Jane wasn’t on the other end of these horrible decisions lol. I really hope to finish this by christmas (except that’s 5 days away and I only just realized that RIGHT NOW so that probably won’t happen I’m SORRY!) Also, you can tell me I’m wrong, but Sasha and Elizabeth Mitchell DO have similar facial features, okay?? I’m not crazy! (if you haven’t read chapter two, you have no idea what i’m talking about but you’ll get it lol).

Thank you, as always, for reading and validating my fanfiction <3 also, sorry about the crying at 2 am thing, that sounds horrible and I hope you can figure it all out and get some much deserved rest