#i say 'fumbled' but she died 😭

[defensivelee]

i really get william some days bc if I fumbled a bad bitch like mary i would never recover either

[rene-spade]

miss louisiana i | c. leclerc, a. saint mleux | chase landry

poly! | fem! reader x obsessive! exes! charles leclerc, alexandra saint mleux (+chase landry and f1 grid)

synopsis. your obsessive exes refuse to accept your new relationship with a man completely different from them. maybe they should move to louisiana? jk!. . . unless?

note. ok so reader is from louisiana and has cajun roots for context. chase landry is from swamp people 😭✌️ I loved that show when I was younger & I rewatched some recently and it reignited my crush on him sorry

WARNING(s); obsessive/possessive behavior, toxic/creepy exes (I make is as fluffy as I can tho trust), ooc Alex and Charles being a rich and out of touch, a spec of classism, stalking oops, (everyone Loves you)

miss.y/n📍belle river, la

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miss.y/n back where I belong ☀️🌷🐊🐝🐍🌿🐠

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mariene.y/l/n be safe in the water my baby 🤗

miss.y/n yes maman 🤞😊 you know I’m protected

user oop who’s protecting you miss ma’am

user omgggg how did Charles n Alex fumble so baddd 😩😩🙏 I’ve needed y/n’s cajun french baddie ass since DAY ONE 🗣️

charles_leclerc so beautiful mon ange 😍 but that water is dark and might be dangerous. ta maman a raison!

see translation | your mom is right

user stopp didn’t y/n break things off with them???

user2 currently losing it my fav throuple might be back 💪🗣️

carlossainz55 hope you’re doing well mi dulce ❤️

alexandrasaintmleux yeah no this isn’t happening

user carlos sweetie delete this comment while you still have hands <3

user SHE’S BACK IN LOUISIANA RAHH

user2 how did I not know she was from the middle of nowhere 😭 what is pierre part??

user3 how didn’t you know!!! her dad literally used to hunt alligator before he died and her mom remarried and moved back to France . Her dad was cajun

user this might be a reach but y’all think she knows anybody from swamp people? Love that show 🤣🤣

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Alex’s leg bounced up and down nervously as her call went to voicemail for the 7th time in a row. She’d been calling your phone nonstop since hearing the news, anxious to know if it was true or not. It was always something that ate at her; her and Charles’ inability to relate to your childhood in Louisiana. They’d grown up among a higher class than you and in foreign countries. You would just giggle and wave off her concerns, insisting that even though they couldn’t understand your upbringing, that at least you could understand theirs.

“No answer.” She muttered, teeth gnawing at her bottom lip. It was a habit she’d had as a child, one that you disapproved of and had trained out of her before you left them.

“She left us for a swamp man.” Charles pathetically finished Alex’s thought as they sat in his car, waiting to meet some other drivers and wags at the high-end restaurant Carlos chose.

“Don’t say it like that!” Alexandra turned her body towards the passenger window, “She didn’t leave us— not in that way! I told you she was homesick!”

Your father was a Cajun man who definitely took his culture to heart, doing a lot of hunting and fishing before he passed away suddenly when you were 12. Your mother was from France originally, and she remarried a rich Frenchman who’d ended up funding your modeling career after your success in pageantry. You moved straight to France at age 14 and found yourself in a completely different culture from how you grew up. You’d visited France before during summers with your mother, but it wasn’t home to you like Louisiana. You’d met Alexandra when the two of you were 19, and instantly bonded. Despite only really meeting briefly, it was love at first sight on Alex’s part and she supported you all the way to when you won Miss Universe after starting out Miss Louisiana.

When Charles had come along and had the same feelings that she did for you, it felt perfect, like everything had finally come together.

“With us is her home.” Charles replied, sucking his teeth.

“I can’t even—” Alex didn’t have to finish, the two had the same thought. They can’t even fathom the idea that you were with someone else.

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Daniel was practically cackling in joy while Carlos at least tried to hide his amusement by covering his face. It was no secret that most of the f1 grid was praying for you to leave Charles/Alex so they could get a chance— but this wasn’t what they were expecting.

Bickering around the table ensued, only a few seconds before Alex was rolling her eyes with a groan and putting her face in her hands, “He doesn’t have any recent social media so I can’t even stalk him.”

“So we will just go there!”

“And what? Become swamp people?” Daniel was laughing so hard he was tearing up.

“Cha, that’s so ridiculous.” Alex mumbled.

“It is—!” Kika agreed suspiciously fast, “I just mean the split was recent, so maybe me and Pierre should visit her before you guys?” It’d only been a few months, but that had been enough to drive Charles and Alex a bit off the rails.

They’d only ever been apart from you for just over two days in the last year, up until you ghosted them. Well— it wasn’t technically ghosting when you left a note; a very brief letter in your familiar handwriting that told them you needed some space. They didn’t take it as a break up, although they did panic. Their numbers weren’t blocked, so they naturally took that as a good sign. This was probably because you wanted their attention since all their calls and messages were going through. The finality of it didn’t hit until it reached two weeks of no-contact from you and their photos were removed from your Instagram. The public noticed and so did the rest of the grid despite Alex and Charles’ now 3-month-long denial stage.

“le lieu s'appelle Pierre Part, yeah?” Pierre grinned and Charles sneered at him. (the place is called pierre part)

“They might have a point,” Daniel winced with a wide grin, “I think you’ll just look crazy if you show up. At least, one of us would just look like a friend who misses her, ya know?”

“None of you are visiting our girlfriend!” Alex frowned.

“Ex,” Carlos gently corrected into his fist with a cough before straightening up, “She jus’ is homesick maybe so give her some space and she will come back in no time.”

“I knew this would happen.” Alex slumped with her chin in her hand, “cet endroit est sa maison.” (that place is her home)

“You’ve never heard ‘if you love something, let it go’? If it’s meant to be, she’ll come back.” Daniel tried to reassure, but his face was almost a wince.

“We just wanted her close to us is all! We travel so much, we didn’t mean to take her away from her home—”

But Daniel gave them a look, knowing about their behavior with you. As in love with you as they are, Alex and Charles are intense about it. Endearing on one hand for awhile, but then the jealousy got worse and they were pretty delusional about their tendencies. He could understand it honestly— you were lovely. He imagined he’d be in the same state as Alex and Charles if you were his and you left him. Which is why he cut them so much slack, the rest of the table too.

“I don’t understand why she ran away like that!” Charles finished with a huff, running his fingers through his hair. He was starting to sweat. This felt like a cruel joke on your part— a mean way to get their attention.

“His ears are a little big.” Alex whispered, staring into her phone with a pout.

“et cela! regarde nos oreilles!” (and that! look at our ears!)

Pierre lost it at that; Charles pulling at his ears to make a point, “Maybe he’s just a nice guy, man!”

“We are nice!”

“Let me see.” Carlos walked around the table to see Alex’s phone.

She’d googled the name of your alleged new boyfriend— Chase Landry. He had starred on some Southern US reality show ‘Swamp People’; it mainly surrounded cajun alligator hunters in Louisiana. They had known you liked the show, but had never seen it themselves.

“Eh,” Carlos shrugged, “his ears aren’t that big. He is a little old for her though, no? 34?”

“Exactly! He is a pervert! I’m calling her again, actually.”

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miss.y/n 📍pierre part, la

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miss.y/n me and my dirty swamp man foreva 🤞💛🌷🦆

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user STOPPP SHE SAID THAT’S MY MAN N IMMA STICK BY HIMMMM

user2 stfu 😭✋ the fact that this man most likely has no idea that this is going on

user3 his brother liking her posts and filling him in

miss.y/n jokes on y’all Jacob doesn’t know what’s going on either

bellahadid beautiful lily faery and her dirty swamp bf <3

miss.y/n <3 literally

user BELLA⁉️

arthur_leclerc beautiful view of the water, ma sœur!

see translation | my sister

user THEY SENT Y/NS FAVORITE LECLERC BROTHER IN TO PLAY DAMAGE CONTROL

user2 not “my sister” 😭😭😭 leclercs let her go challenge

user y/n’s harem coming to her defense like the mighty morphin power rangers 😭😂🤣

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this is part 1 of perhaps 3. I plan on making part 2 much longer and more writing than social media like this one, just for some balanceee

taglist; @alliwantisadonut @splaterparty0-0 @charizznorizz

Ren

[matchadobo]

KIDD; wedding headcanons

warning/s: partial nsfw but no occurrence of the actual thing, super fluff i died and alived

i'll fix the formatting lateeeerr >:) red ones are individual bullets while white ones are subheadings of the previous red one (hope that makes sense)

* when you bring the question to him he'll be like:

* "me? you wanna marry me?" he'd point to himself.

* "yes, silly! who else?!"

* "i-i mean," he'll instantly become red and start fumbling over his words. "i-i was supposed to pop the damn question out..."

* you best bet it'll be a full blown steampunk wedding! he'd want it to be in the victoria but it's also fine with him if you'd want a beach or garden wedding so long as the theme stays. this i what i think he'll be wearing, the aesthetic of the event, and what your gown'll be.

* during preparations, he'd mostly leave it up to you so long as you follow his color palette: red and blacks. but when it comes to foods, he'd be keen on having an attendance while you taste test and choose out stuff.

his and your fits

* before your wedding day, he'd be soooo anxious. i have this thought that when you two are individually out on your bachelor/ette parties, he'd be calling you by the end of it just cuz he can't sleep.

* "it's pretty late, kidd. did your party just finished?"

* "yeah, every one's knocked out of their damn minds. and apparently, i can't fuckin' sleep."

* "hmm, nervous?"

* "like the fuck i am." he'd try to deny it but eventually give in. "i wanna see you before i sleep."

* "but you know the superstition-"

* "fuck that shi-"

* "no! i don't want any bad luck!"

* "luck? baby, we defy all odds, don't we?"

* he'd insist but you'll also insist. so he just settled on an overnight call where you two slept in.

* during the wedding day, you two'll be tired as fuck because the only sleep you guys got was 2-3 hours because of talking and comforting each other until 5 😭. while getting ready, kidd will be more impatient and irritated than usual. but it's just due to the combination of weariness and anxiety. mostly anxiety. he never felt this anxious when it comes to you, he'd always be confident about how you two felt about each other. but right now, all he thinks if he's sure or not. if you're sure with him. eustass kidd never doubts, but he feels so deeply for you he'd never want to hurt you and that brings him to a wall. the people involve with him that day had a hard time working with him because his attitude is extraaa mean 😔

* but when he sees you at the end of the aisle as you donned a dress that looked way too good on you it was insane to him, all his worries left his body through a tear that cascaded down his eye.

* "you crying?" killer nudged kidd, noticing the taller to reach over his breast pocket to fish out the hanky.

* "shut up, you ain't the one doing the marryin'."

* i imagine his vows to reflect the kind of person he is, passionate and brute about it. he'll be soooo poetic it'd surprise you.

* "where do i even start fuck-" you'd giggle along with the audience. "i do lotsa damn declarations but this is makin' me shy, jeez."

* "name," he'd sheepishly look at you. "you are my dream and i honestly curse the seas that i'd only found you nos and not at the time i needed you the most. and now i, for the life of me, can't imagine how i'd live without you."

* "i, eustass kid, will put hands on anyone who mess with my wife, if those fuckers think they're so big, well so am i, aye?! if she cries i'll cry with her, and trust me when i say i will kill any bastard who dares do her wrong, because that's my wife, they better not look at her cuz she's taken, she's mine. got it?"

* "you've learned to love me, an insufferable asshole, in ways i never thought possible. you've seen the worst and the best, the weak and the strong, the ugly and somehow the pretty in me. you make me a better man."

* "you conquered all my fears, seized my pride, and built my strength. you are the reason i became the way i am today. you crawled your way in 'ere and took control over my heart, you little monster."

* "from the start, i haven't exactly been kind to you. i mean, i've been rude, and disrespectful; but you grew on me, you were patient and measured up to my irritated ass... so much that I don't know what happened, you really snuck up on me... so may you forgive me my past dumb mistakes. because even if I am stupid and mean, and I may not show my love properly, I love you and will do anything to give you what you fuckin' deserve. you know that."

* "name is a great woman, one who stands and always fights for what she wants, and I want the honor of being your husband. we'll conquer anything, yeah?"

* "okay i'm very fucking embrassed now so i'll just come out and say it... I need to marry you, not because I love you, not because I like you, but because I have to to... yeah, I said it, I don't like you or love you, i need you in my fucking life."

* man he'd end up crying while saying them. but his voice wouldn't waver, it's eustass kidd come ooooon

* he'd be dramatic and give you the bridal kiss where you kind of hang mid air and he supports your back.

* reception would be firrrreee it'd be an absolute rave! you'd have your wedding dress be modified where you can discard the tulle or some shit to make the dress shorter.

* your guests and dearest friends each made a speech about your craziness with each other

* "kidd was so damn insane for this girl. one time, he asked me if he should get her an otter or dung beetle as a christmas present. bro doesn't even celebrate christmas until she came along!"

* "kidd stood out as one of name's partners, he was the first jackass she fell for that was actually a keeper."

* "i'm telling you, kidd became so self-conscious when he met name! he started worrying if his lipstick was the right shade or if his eyeliner looked neat!"

* "what confuses me was whenever they talked to me about each other, the word 'i hate' always comes first and them being whipped follows after. it was annoying."

* drinking games come after, trivias about the couple and between you two after. and as expected, it was competitive because neither of you wanted to lose and give way 🤣. kidd as a man, will never go easy and let you win tho. he respects you like that.

* but what prompted me to make this hc is the wedding garter tradition 🫦. this will be his favorite part. he'd be very extra tho,

* he'll take off his suit jacket and roll up his sleeves when you two are in front for the act.

* he'd maintain reaaaally strong eye contact and will be feeling himself while you burn red and start fanning yourself from laughing or actually feeling flustered under his gaze.

* he'd get under your dress, have a long whiff of that 🐱 and his breath'll tickle you bc he nasty like that, lick your thigh a little, give the flesh on your hips a squeeze, and drag the garter off with his teeth very very languidly

* he'll be very pouty when it's time to give it to the bestman tho

* then the actual rave comesss! blasting music and lights at the victoria, it didn't seem like a wedding reception. but you and kidd were in the center of it all, dancing with each other the same way you two met in a bar.

* "wanna get out of here?" he whispered with his hands on your hips, bending down to your ear due to the deafening beats.

* "hmm, ain't this familiar?" you giggled.

* "aye. this is the part where you come with me and we kiss at the back."

* "eh? that's different from what i remember. your mean ass was angry at me for stepping on your shoe." you poked at his nose while he laughed subtly.

* "shh shh, we both know how bad that ended. bar got fucked up real good." you two broke out in laughter, reminiscing at old times.

* kidd would inevitably drag you to his quarters, man's hungrryyyyy

* he'd be so desperate to take off your clothes, with how beautiful you look today and how he was deprived of you for a couple of nights

* you'd leave the deck making out, walkign sideways, backwards, u name it

* "it'd be pretty weird if the bride and groom's gone on their reception, right?" you broke out of the kiss.

* "and we don't give a shit about it, don't we?" he'd grin, tugging at your lips

* aaaand stuff thst happens in the honeymoon happened 😏

been in the works foR WAY TOO LONG

[class1akids]

BNHA 426 - First thoughts

I have mixed feelings:

My No 1 wish was Toya being able to talk, so I'm glad we got that. Though super-sad about the "slowly dying" thing. But he's not dead yet - so I'll consider that "open ending" for now.

Way too much focus again on Enji feeling bad - I'm glad Toya called him out for doing everything only when it's too late / doesn't matter anymore

I’m also glad that Touya reached his goal - he destroyed Endeavor, the hero fully. His body, his reputation, his legacy. Everything Touya was created for, he burnt to ash. (But at what price 😭)

it's also super-hollow to say he's sheltering the family from the fallout, after they've just talked about how Fuyumi lost her job (and got a new one through the connections she herself built). How is he going to do that?

What a contrast between Bakugou and Deku getting thanks from All Might and being called greatest heroes - while not a single person in this family thanks Shoto for the extraordinary efforts he made for them (not only in this war, but since his first visit to Rei) -> they never deserved my boy tbh...

The Shoto - Toya scene was easily the highlight of the chapter for me. I really wanted this for both of them. Everyone in the family is talking about how they will talk, but Shoto is the one actually asking a question to Toya; he still wants to know his brother after everything.

And I love how that's the final breakthrough for Toya -words supported by actions - to start crying and to say sorry. I think his inability to cry was one of the big reasons he could never move on, so I hope in whatever time he has left, he can get the emotional closure he needs. And I'm glad Shoto got at least one person in the family acknowledge his efforts, even if with just a "sorry".

It makes me super-sad though because you can see that Toya and Shoto's relationship had so much potential!!! They would have been the best of brothers.

Natsuo cutting off Endeavor is fine for me. I didn't expect a big group hug - all the kids are grown up with their own lives - like Toya said "why not sooner". Them becoming a big happy family was never on the cards. Though I'm more disappointed Natsuo had nothing to say to Toya. He's a lot like his father.

Is Rei sticking with Endeavor? I hope she's just escorting him to the agency car and not like moving back to the house with him.

I'm super disappointed that Shoto got no hug from his mom or even a line of direct dialogue. In 426 chapters, they never spoke directly!!!!! - Shoto is the only kid in the family Rei never had a dialogue with as a grown up. Hori really fumbled her too.

So Shoto - just like Izuku to Bakugou - never gets to respond properly to Endeavor's apology. Still, I interpret his line to Enji and Rei that even if the family doesn't get a dream ending, he's going to be ok because he has friends who support him and he's strong enough to shape his own identity. I'm glad we didn't get like a "it's water under the bridge" or an even worse "I'll restore the family's honor" kind of plot for Shoto. He did everything he could, he did the heavy lifting for every single relationship - he's more than earned his freedom (though I doubt that the public will easily forget that he's "Endeavor's son and Dabi's brother").

It's really bittersweet, but Shoto is still better off compared to where he started - he built some kind of relationship (however distant) with every person in his family and I guess he'll stay in touch without feeling like he has to carry all of them.

And more importantly has a safety net of friends, and he got out from under his father's thumb, away from the toxicity of his birth, forged a positive self-image, has clear goals, etc. He's an amazingly strong person, with a great mental fortitude and I hope in the 4 remaining chapters we'll see him smile at least once. He deserves it.

I'm glad Kiddo and Onima are alive. I would have hated it if they died from the copied Phosphor. I guess Burnin' is running the agency now? Though probably it gets closed down after Endeavor's retirement.

Hawks being the new prez of the HPSC was expected. Let's see what he can do.

Nagant "I want to stay in prison" is super-weird, but whatever. Hers always felt like a half-baked plot.

Gentle/La Brava is the first canon ship confirmed. I don't like them, but good for them I guess.

So next up: Spinner - Deku talk?

I need some processing time and some translations and the missing pages, but it's not the best or the worst. It delivered the thing I wanted most, though less talking from Enji and more talking from Touya and Shouto would have been better.

[arjwrites]

— Heuheueheuehueeheu OK! Good to know that bc i love angst and """"dark themes""""!! And well, now I have two request ideas with Winchester!reader ☝️ I was thinking that just asking for Castiel might end up tiring for you so ONE (1) of them do not include him (this one)

Could you write a Sam&Dean x Older sister Winchester!reader angst where the reader (16) has just returned rlly injured from a hunt with her father to the point where she almost died and John is angry because she is weak while Sam(10) and Dean (14) try to help her???? She's like “I'm fine” while she's fckin bleeding on the floor 😭 — 👼 angel anon (I SIMPLY LOVE YHIS NICKNAME 🥹)

You're Not Weak - Young!Sam + Dean Winchester x Older Sister!Reader

Summary: Your little brothers are always there for you after a hunt with your father goes south.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: John Winchester-induced angst. Slight references to abuse. Fem!Reader

A/N: HI ANGEL ANON! This request has been sitting in my inbox a while, I am so sorry it took so long to get out to you! This was something new for me- I've never written young Sam and Dean so I can't decide if I'm totally happy with this. I really hope you enjoy it!

It was torture. The road in front of you stretched long and dark. Quiet hung heavy in the air since neither of you had the words to speak- John out of anger, and you out of fear. Every so often, when the car would pass under a streetlight, you would peek over to your father in the driver’s seat. The lamps would illuminate his profile just enough for you to catch the outline of his expression. Each time, it grew the pit in your stomach until you felt like you were going to cave in on yourself and disappear. At this point, he probably wouldn’t have even noticed. 

It would’ve been one thing if he had yelled at you, screamed at you, told you all the things you did wrong and all the ways that you could be better. But he didn’t. He was so silent on the drive back to the motel- the kind of silent that teetered on the precipice of something you were all too familiar with. And all the blood pouring out of your cut didn’t help the worry. You were starting to feel delirious but you dared not bring it up. John already knew you were hurt- he had watched the creature throw you to the ground and slash at your side, waiting in the background for you to handle it yourself. You- 16, a fairly new hunter, his daughter. 

“Where were you?” You had cried after he came to your rescue.

“I thought you could handle it. Turns out, you couldn’t.” 

John had broken the silence of the ride a few times, muttering things under his breath. You could make out a few things here and there- can’t trust… ridiculous… weak. But for the most part, silence prevailed the entire car ride. He didn’t even say a word when you pulled into the motel parking lot, getting out of the car and slamming the door behind him. You scrambled out of your own door, grabbing your things from the trunk and limping in behind the man, following him through the threshold into the room where Sam and Dean sat side by side on the couch.

“How’d it go? Did you get it?” Dean rose from his seat, always eager to hear about your hunts. He couldn’t ever stand staying behind. John snatched the now unloaded shotgun out of your hand and tossed at Dean, catching him off guard. He fumbled for a moment before gripping it across his chest like a soldier at attention. 

“Barely. You’re coming with me next time, Dean. Your sister can’t seem to handle herself and it’s gonna get us all killed. She can stay behind and babysit.” His tone was spiteful and dark. You knew there was something bubbling right below the surface- you and Dean shared a knowing look and a silent prayer that it wouldn’t boil over. John turned and stormed back out the front door you had just entered from. At the sound of the door’s slam, Sam’s head whipped towards you, attention now pulled from the TV show he had been engrossed in. 

You weren’t going to cry in front of your brothers. This whole ordeal had been embarrassing enough already, and you already felt weak without falling apart in front of them. You had to put on a brave face for them. It was your job to protect them, to provide a buffer between them and your father- to absorb the abuse so the two young boys wouldn’t ever have to face the aftershock. It was hard enough looking into Dean’s eyes- Dean, who understood, who knew it was now his turn to fall victim to the same fate. But when Sam- poor, innocent Sammy- trotted over from the couch asking if you were okay, a sob ripped from your lips. The impact of the sound escaping caused you to double over in pain, irritating the cut down your left side. Your brothers rushed to you in an instant, taking you by the arms to help lead you over to the bed. 

“I’m okay, it’s fine,” you protested, in a desperate attempt to save face.

But Sam and Dean didn’t listen. You hated when they had to see you like this, the poor kids patching up the damage that should have been yours alone to deal with. But by the way they stood, staring at you in earnest, you knew there would be no telling them no.  

“Dean, can you just grab me something to stop this blood?” You asked, which sent the boy running across the room and to scramble together a few things you may need. Dean’s worry for you was practical, methodical. He was quick to grab the first aid kit to help you stop the bleeding and patch back up. Watching him through the blurred vision of your tears, you thought to yourself how effectively John had trained Dean, and how great of a hunter he was going to be. It made your stomach churn. Sam, on the other hand, clung close to you. He snuggled into your good side and you wrapped an arm around his small frame. Sam’s care for you was sweet and innocent. You closed your eyes and prayed that Sam would never wind up a part of this life. That he would never feel the burn of stitching up his own wound, or the sting of your father’s hateful words.

With Sam still nestled into you, giving you a surge of comfort, Dean sat with the first aid packet, already reaching to run a disinfectant across the cut. 

“Sorry,” Dean mumbled, without pausing his task. 

“S’okay. Here, I got it,” you replied, reaching to grab the supplies from Dean, who pulled them out of your grasp.

“Relax. You’re pretty hurt, I’ll do it.”

“Dad already thinks I’m weak enough. If he walks back in here to see me letting you play nurse, I think he’ll disown me.”

“You aren’t weak,” Sam’s small voice spoke up. He looked up to you with wide eyes and continued. “You’re our big sister, you’re not weak at all.” You pushed the hair out of Sam’s eyes, ruffling it into the top of his head. 

“Thanks, Sammy,” you offered back with a smile. You were happy to have your brothers to come back to in these tough times. They each had their unique ways of being there for you, but you appreciated them both endlessly. You silently wished it could be like this forever. As much as you hated hunting with your father, it was better this way because it meant your brothers would be safe, that they would be there to help patch you up and lift your spirits when you were down.   

So there you sat with your younger brothers. Dean worked on cleaning and bandaging your injuries, while Sam told you stories all about what he was learning at school or what was happening in his favorite TV shows. The three of you sat, laughed, chatted, and everything felt like it was okay again. A while passed, and Dean’s work was long finished, but you all lingered, sat side by side by side on your bed. When the conversation finally lulled, you spoke.

“It’s late Sammy, you should get to bed.” Sam pouted in response but trudged across the room, tucking himself into the pull-out bed Dean had made for him earlier. You marveled at how it never took Sam long to fall asleep- you hoped it would stay that way, that the horrors of the world would never keep him up at night.

After Sam had gone to bed, you and Dean sat in silence, apart from the occasional pained expletives that spilled from your lips when you would shift in your seat combined with the concern that came from Dean’s. When you were sure the youngest boy had fallen asleep, Dean spoke. 

“He’s right, you know. Sammy, I mean. You aren’t weak.” 

“I fucked it up Dean, I almost got us killed.”

“You’re a good hunter. Don’t let Dad talk to you like that. Don’t let him make you feel like you’re not good enough.”

“Well, looks like I don’t have a choice. It’s your turn now,” you said with a humorless laugh. It hurt your heart to think that Dean, your kid brother, would be taking your place. But your father had been training him for years, and in a way, you knew this was coming. The second Dean was old enough, you knew the man would toss you aside in favor of your younger brother. John was always critical of you. No matter what you did, you were never good enough. To him, you were just a fill-in for Dean until he was able to step into the role himself. You knew Dean would be good at hunting- hell, he’d probably be a lot better than you. But the combination of rejection by your father and fear for your little brother weighed on your heart.

“Just be careful, Dean, okay? It’s… scary out there sometimes. You need to look out for yourself.” 

“I know. It’s what I’ve been training for. I’ll be okay.” Dean’s response was tender to match your concern, but it was also laced with a sense of pride. Dean was excited to hunt. It was as if he was stepping into a destiny he had been working towards his whole life. The familiar pit in your stomach began to grow. 

“We should get some sleep,” Dean decided. He rose, packing the first aid supplies back into the duffle bag that sat slumped by the bed. You struggled to your feet, drawing in a sharp breath, before ambling across the room to your own bed. Dean called your name.

“Yeah?” 

“Maybe it’s a good thing Dad doesn’t want you to hunt with him anymore… You deserve better than this. Than Dad. I… just want you to be happy.” The tears welled back in your eyes, but Dean continued. “Sam and I look up to you a lot. Just don’t think badly about yourself, okay? Sam will be happy to have you around.”

Throwing Dean a thankful smile, you tucked yourself into bed. Tomorrow weighed heavy on your mind- it meant dealing with your injuries, facing your father, and watching your younger brother head out on his first hunt. But tonight, you let your whole body relax. For now, you and your brothers were safe and sound. And that would have to be enough.

[shslbunnylover]

★★★𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚 (12 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙮 10: 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙖𝙡)★★★

Character: Morticia Addams

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 (Message me to be a part of the taglist until I get a page set up!!)

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): N/a

Genre: Fluff

A/n: I feel like I never have any motivation when writing for Morticia- But I'm trying 😭

Word count: 0.8k

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Words didn't describe how nervous you were as you fumbled with the ring box in your hand. Proposal? It seemed good in thought and writing, but attempting to do that was nearly impossible without some nervousness or fear.

You were yet to find the ring to fill the box, and you were standing right in front of a collection of rings, but none of them you found were perfect enough for Morticia.

"Hello there, do you need any help?" A young woman asked, leaning over the glass to face you.

"Yes, do you have any black diamond rings?" You asked, tapping your thumb against each of your fingers as an anxiety relief.

"Black diamond rings...?" The woman pondered, sinking to her knees as she looked for them.

You stood there for a minute, watching her dig around, looking for the ring.

"I'm sorry, all we have is this one," She frowned, handing you a diamond ring.

You took it in your hands, examining it closely. The ring was split into three separate bands, the first band was black and coated in black diamonds, the second was a gold band with regular diamonds, and the third was a full gold ring with a giant black diamond.

"I love it...holy..." You gasped, handing her your credit card, "I'm taking it,"

"Wonderful!" The shorter woman beamed, scanning your credit card and handing you a bag, which you denied.

"I'm alright, I've got the perfect case for it," You chuckled, placing the ring(s) inside the black velvet box that had a small gold foil rose design on top.

"Good luck, I hope they say yes!" She encouraged you, waving you goodbye as you walked away.

"Hello there Ma bien-aimée, what are you looking at?" Morticia approached you, her black dress draping perfectly behind her.

"Hey there Mi Reina," You smiled, hiding the ring box in your pocket before turning around and kissing her on her lips, pulling her by her waist and dipping her.

Morticia laughed, standing back up and twirling you around.

"You didn't answer me," She smirked, tossing some of her long black hair behind her back.

"You'll see eventually, you know. You really should learn to be more patient 'Tish," You remarked.

The ravenette rolled her eyes, walking off.

"I can wait a couple of days, I waited years for you~" She winked, blowing you a kiss.

You sat alone in the rain, holding an umbrella with the black box in your palm behind your back.

"You asked for me Mon Amour?" Morticia smiled, walking up to you without an umbrella, preferring to enjoy the weather around her.

"You got a rainy Christmas, Tish," You stalled, preparing for what you were about to say, fiddling with the velvet box.

"I did. It's the best Christmas I could have asked for!" She replied.

"May I do the honors and make it better?" You asked, taking a deep breath.

The ravenette nodded, looking at you curiously but also with a smug undertone.

"Of course, after all, you still have yet to give me a Christmas present," She teased.

You rolled your eyes, dropping your knee to the wet ground and holding the ring up to her vision.

"Morticia, you've made me so happy, I-I didn't even know how to express it in a simple speech. I got this ring with only you in my mind, as my girlfriend, will you change my thoughts and make me think of you as my wife?" You asked, tears brimming in your eyes.

The older woman froze, her hands coming up to cover her mouth.

"Oh...Oh Cara Mia," She cried, hugging you tightly, making you lose grasp of your umbrella as she pulled you into a kiss.

It felt warm like it always did, but her excitement only made it ten times better.

"Is that a yes?" You chuckled through tears.

Morticia nodded.

"It is Mon Cherie, it is," She kissed you once again, the cold rain on your bodies making the scene all the more romantic for you two.

[livingdeadhorse]

The recent Celesgiri you did is how I know you're a #Celestiatruther bc people always forget she isnt her classy cool girl persona as much as she wants it to be. She's my cringe girlfailiure woman and I love her.

THANK YOU, I’m taking this chance to ramble abt Celestia #perdon. I agree with everything you said oh my gosh, I’ve fought for YEARS in the Celestia trenches. She’s in the running for most misunderstood dangan character of all time.

I know I’m in the minority here but when it comes to the “cutest” (and cutest as in like. cute aggression cute not attractiveness cute) character in THH, it rlly does go to Celestia for me. WHAT DO YOU EVEN SAY, she’s a high schooler still playing a manga persona like 😭😭 aw 😭😭 and she’s so obvious abt it too. Makoto clocked her act OFF RIP, I got so much secondhand embarrassment 😭 what the hell is her probleemmm. And then the class photos where she’s just awkwardly standing there. That one class photo of her and Hifumi goofing around with Sayaka in the back 😭😭😭 The manga implying that she was a lonely little kid and this is her vying for attention 😭 MODS BAN HER.

She spends the whole game trying to hide the fact that she’s scared shitless and then she dies because her plan was so doggone stupid. Like how can you not laugh. Oh my gosh someone save her cause clearly #shenotbuilt4this.

Oh and if any girl as cool as Kyoko approached her romantically, she’d fumble. This is my truth.

[hiemaldesirae]

Hiii :) it’s me again, the anon who yapped about fanon Vox, I’m here because I need to yap again: I’m kinda worried about season 2

After rewatching season 1, I felt like the stakes weren’t high enough for Charlie & the Hotel. One would think going into battle against Heaven would be devastating and disastrous but the only characters that permanently died were…background characters. I don’t count Sir Pentious because bro is alive and will most likely have a bigger role to play in the story now that he’s in heaven. The hotel was destroyed, yeah, but like minutes later it was rebuilt with the help of Lucifer.

That’s another reason why I feel like the stakes aren’t high enough, they added Lucifer way too soon. How are Vox & other future villains meant to stand a chance against the King of Hell?? I think it would’ve been better if took Charlie a couple of seasons to convince her dad to help her cause.

My main worries for season 2 are about Vox because I can’t stop thinking about him LMFAO. Anyways, I’m scared Vox will be a second Adam, goofy villain that gets killed off pretty quickly and anti-climactically. Vox was already a silly villain in season 1 (sending Pentious to the Hotel as a spy, cheering when Alastor got his ass beat, etc, etc.) so it’ll feel like a waste if they continue writing him that way. I want Vox to be an actual threat and kill one of the main characters PERMANENTLY. Preferably Angel Dust cause it’ll cause a shit ton of discourse since he’s well-loved by both the characters in-universe and the fandom but I don’t think that’ll happen. I just need Vox to lock in 🙏

Don’t get me wrong, I love Hazbin Hotel (only because of Alastor & the Vees but shhh 🤫) but I want the story to evoke emotions from me, I wanna be anxious, I wanna feel hyped, but I don’t feel any of this when things go too perfectly for the main characters and everything goes wrong for the antagonists.

I’m so sorry for the long ass essay, I would make my own post but I don’t wanna be perceived 😭😭

oh i completely understand ur worries nonny dont even worry about the essay

i definitely feel like theres a Risk of that happening to vox especially since . well. vivz doesnt have the best track record to begin with (cannot speak for hb but the way she deals with some characters and resolves their arcs is. questionable) but i personally think (hope? believe?) that since there are members on the writing and animation team who are fans of the vees that she wont just kill vox off for no reason / comic relief(or any of the vees, really) + also of all the vees vox is probably the most likely to die in a dramatic scene considering how he and al are set up to be character foils and killing him off in the stupidest way would be such a horrific storyline fumble i cannot in good conscience believe that vivziepop would even be able to fathom its stupidity. of course im holding out hope still because if theres one thing ive learnt about the internet its that you do not under any circumstances trust any public figures to make the right decisions ever and this applies to animated shows too.

vox killing someone forever would really manage to cement his place in the storyline as a big baddie, but i do have to disagree on wanting angel dead- personally- and as much as it pains me to say this- i think him killing husk or niffty would have the same effect while not interfering with angels healing arc: in fact itd even further angels healing arc and self discovery, alongside giving alastor a reason to perhaps go toe to toe with vox. (i do think that killing angel off would have an interesting result but it feels like an abrupt and unnecessary move to make, tho it may just be ny preference to want to see recovery arcs fulfilled so those characters can live their best lives)

++re what you said ab the hotel not having enough stakes for the next season, i totally agree- bringing in lucifer feels a bit like a cheap copout and didnt really serve to further **charlies** character arc (arguably you could say making up with her father developed her backbone more but. hm. idk you couldve done that in a multitude of other ways sooo)

[drkmgs]

Can you do something when like wednesday is a yandere for reader and reader drops their bracelet in a nearby lake,so reader reaches out to grab the bracelet before it sinks all the way to the bottom. But something bites the reader and the reader screams very loud in pain, ausing wednesday to hear them and stop her writing time to check on them. SO SORRY THE WAS LONG!😭😭

Bracelet

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Warning: blood, willing to murder...

At first, I didn't know what Yandere means but then when I searched for it. It's actually what I thought Wednesday would be like if she has a partner. Didn't know it would end up like that...

Everyone can take away anything from you, just not your bracelet. This particular accessory was given by your late mother on your 16th Birthday, which was recent. She died from Nightshade poisoning. That is why you cherish the bracelet too much.

The sun is out and everyone is enjoying the warm weather. You and your classmates decided to go down to the lake. Everyone took a seat by the docks and you sat by the edge of it. You were talking to your friend when you fumbled with your bracelet when it suddenly snapped and fell into the water. You could still see it slowly drifting down and thought you'll be able to catch it in time, but you didn't know something was luring in the water waiting for its prey.

Wednesday is currently writing her novel when a bloody scream interrupted her thoughts. She knew who the voice belonged to and didn't hesitate to leave her Typewriter. Wednesday dashed through the halls, out of Nevermore, to the lakes. Wednesday didn't care if she bumped into people or shoved them to the side to get to you.

Your hand dove into the water trying to catch your bracelet, which you lucky caught, but suddenly stinging pain went through your body. You screamed bloody murder. Everyone around you went to panic. Your scream was so loud that a pigtailed girl who was in the school building heard it, who is already speed-walking to you.

She skipped through the students running away, approaching you sitting by the docks, holding your bloody hand. It was a nasty bite from a nasty predator. "Y/N! Who do I need to murder?" Wednesday asked as she kneeled beside you. "No one! My mom's bracelet snapped and it fell into the water. I grabbed for it and something bit me." You sobbed. "It's Okay. I'll bomb the lake later. Let's get you patched up." Wednesday said helping you to stand up, taking you to the infirmary.

The nurse gently opened your hand which holds your bracelet, she set it to the side and proceeded to stitch up your wounds. You hissed when she got a little too rough with the needle, which caused Wednesday to send her a death glare. "I have told you I could have done it for you. You'd be in less pain right now." Wednesday stated in her monotonous tone. "Wednesday, she has to clean my wound and we don't even know what bit me, so it would be best if an expert would check on it and stitch it up." You stated back to her still hissing when the nurse tugged on the needle.

When the nurse finished up, she reminded you to change the bandage and not get your hand wet. You'll need to come back next week, to see if it's healing perfectly. You thank the nurse, took your bracelet, and dragged Wednesday out of there before she could say something else.

You both had the same direction to the dorms, so when Wednesday turned to the left, you were confused. "Wednesday! Where are you going? The dorm is this way." You asked but she didn't respond. You shrugged and went ahead to your dorm. The moment you stepped into your room, you heard a loud explosion. Something clicked in your brain and you ran out of your room as well as other students to see what was the loud noise.

When you arrived by the lake all you could see is a furious Principal Weems talking to Wednesday, while other students were gathered around them. "Ms. Addams care to explain what on earth you're doing?" Principal Weems said her jaw clench as Wednesday continued to throw grenades into the lake. "Principal Weems. May I?" You excused yourself to get near Wednesday. "Can you stop throwing grenades into the lake?" You grasped at Wednesday's arm that was about to get another grenade. "That little creature who bit you needs to die. No one hurts what is mine." Wednesday clenched her teeth looking at your bandaged hand. She didn't just claim you as hers in front of the whole school, right? You felt your cheeks heat up at the thought of it, so you tugged at Wednesday's arm until you were already dragging her away from the lake and away from the audience watching you go.

You only let her arm go when you two entered her dorm. You sighed and drop onto her bed. "Sit up. I have to change your bandages." You sat up and hold her hand to her. She gently removed all the bandages. You observed her. Did she mean what she said earlier? You have noticed how quickly she reacts when it's about you. She always has this killer glare, if someone approaches you. You had to know. No, you wanted to know. "Do you have feelings for me?" You intensely study Wednesday's reaction. She finished wrapping your hand with bandages. You saw a good damn second Wednesday's eyes got bigger, she was caught off guard, but gathered herself after. "I am certainly not a romantic person, but I will kill for you or kill anyone who would want to harm you." Wednesday answered proudly.

"You don't need to commit murder for me. I will destroy them before they could lay a finger on what is truly yours." You say to her, creasing her cheek to look into her eyes, then down to her wine-colored lips. You couldn't help yourself but clash your lips onto hers. She gladly took it. and that's how you confess love— in a Wednesday Addams way.

[chaikachi]

Speaking about tension and conflict to build romance:

Bumbleby's conflict was Adam stalking Blake,and Yang upset by her leaving because Blake was scared,but gradually more relieved as she proved that she would always stayed by her side and fight together

Renora's conflict was Ren being stubborn and almost risking his life to a grimm that killed both his parents and Nora stopping him,leading them to a better strategy attack

~

We already saw Oscar suggesting Ruby to tell Ironwood the truth,maybe Oscar will struggle to 'share her burden' because she's like her sister and doesn't like being vulnerable? Or maybe it will be about the merge and we'll have a parallel to Blake in V1 talking about "the man with two souls fighting for control" ?

Of the main three ships, they all had a big tension and conflict leading up to V8, and then had a secondary one just by virtue of the separation in Atlas.

Yes BB's conflict was Adam plus Blake running away while Renora's was Ren's tunnel vision in v4... but then in V8 Yang is worried that Blake thinks less of her for prioritizing Mantle over Amity. And Ren and Nora are having a conflict of ideals AND miscommunication.

For Rosegarden, their conflict started with not agreeing on how to handle Ironwood and then became stretched out by ending up on opposite teams while Atlas was falling. The difference between RG and the other ships is that eVERYONE ELSE GOT TO STAY REUNITED AT THE END OF V8, BUT RG DIDN'T. 😭😭😭

I have a feeling the rest of their conflict in the Vacuo arc is going to have multiple layers and be very personal to their individual characters. For starters, there's a matter of how to sort out leadership. Ruby used to be head of the team and became the symbol of hope for All of Remnant after her broadcast... but in her absence, Oscar will have stepped up to the plate in her place. There's going to be some fumbling to get them back on the same page again to a point where they are properly sharing the weight of their burdens together.

Then we know that Oscar probably thinks she died! :'D Which, in tandem with his attachment, admiration, and protectiveness of her in the past, sets him up perfectly to not want to lose her again. Be that struggling with sticking too close, keeping his distance from not wanting to get too attached again (too bad boy, you can't run from this), or a mix of both... it's anyone's guess how he'll handle it.

We also know, thanks to Neo, just how important Oscar is to Ruby and that the thought of losing him is something she literally could not handle. So there is almost certainly going to be a mutual protectiveness going on there. they can have a LITTLE codependency, as a treat. /lh

We also have VERY SOLID SETUPS for their individual character arcs mirroring each other so strongly. And it's impossible for those themes to not be explored at this point.

From their very introductions, they both address each other's core conflicts with their first words to each other.

Oscar: Woah, you... have silver eyes.

Silver eyes being symbolic of her burden as Salem's adversary and the mirror that reflects humanity's hope back onto darkness.

Ruby: Who... are you?

Oscar being the next (and likely final) Ozcarnation who's entire character arc is a struggle of identity.

Oscar's "I always knew I wanted to be more than a farmhand... but this? Who would ask for this?" to Ruby's "I wanted to be the hero, like the stories that my mom read to me."

Oscar's "I thought the idea of falling through Remnant into a new world was... exciting. I never understood why she was so sad when she finally made it back home." to Ruby's "I don't want to be me anymore."

Ruby's "What if you could be anyone?" to Oscar's "I'm just going to be another one of his lives, aren't I?"

god the way they've written this story... i sincerely don't understand how people can watch ALL of this, all the moments i didn't mention cause i'm too lazy to turn this thread into another essay, and still say they don't see it. 😭

however their conflict is handled, i know i'm going to be very not normal about it every step of the way and i'm so freaking excited

[vigilskept]

6 for diya, isaac & gavin + 7 for all ur wardens

6. Were they impacted by Cailan's death? Or did they not care about him?

gavin is the most impacted by a huge margin since…. they kind of grew up together? i wouldn’t say they were that close once they started getting older (cailan has a few years on him + bryce stopped taking gavin with him to denerim after they realised he was a mage) but he definitely still cared about him. he’s pretty distraught, when morrigan tells him the news.

isaac doesn’t really know what to make of his king when he greets him at ostagar & actually treats him like a person. he tries not to say too much bc he’s terrified he’ll fumble it and hang for his crime after all (an arl’s son is dead…… and that arl is at ostagar rn) he’s not as distraught as gavin, but he is pretty crushed when he hears the news and does see loghain’s actions as a betrayal.

diya on the other hand is sooooo indulgent w/ playing into cailan’s naive little heroic fantasies. she’s not really angling to get closer to the king personally, if u catch my meaning, but i’m not sure cailan doesn’t take it that way given how much she turns up the charm 😭 she doesn’t really feel any type of way about him as a person. her thinking is just that if the king likes the mages under his command at ostagar that can only be good for ferelden’s mages in the long term. when he dies her first thought is “oh we’re so fucked… he was only down there because of his overconfidence in the wardens….”

7. How did they feel about being put in a leading position? Do they resent Alistair for putting that on them or are they ok with it?

i don’t think roshan really clocks it as a permanent thing for a while. alistair’s grieving after ostagar and he’s not unsympathetic to how unmooring that can feel. he only really clocks how scared alistair is of taking charge (& fucking up) when they reach redcliffe and it makes no real sense for him to let roshan take the lead anymore… he doesn’t resent it, but he does try to make more of an effort to nudge him into taking initiative after that.

with ylva as well, she just sees it as the smart decision to put her in charge. even if alistair’s been a warden for longer, she’s the one with more military experience (& a comparable amount of knowledge on darkspawn too). also he’s so young? she’s not putting her life in his hands like that lmao. she does see him as pretty naive & easily led but at long as he takes orders well, that’s not her problem.

i’d say diya is somewhere between these two extremes? gavin & alistair are both clearly in mourning, and she’s fine, if a little shaken. + prior to the blight, irving wasn’t all that subtle about his intentions to set her up to be first enchanter somewhere down the line. in that sense she’s probably more prepared for a “leadership role” than either of the others. that said, once she does pick up on the crippling insecurities going on with alistair & the insane guilt gavin’s been carrying with him she does her best to be a supportive friend to them.

isaac is pretty floored by it in comparison. he’s an elf? what do you mean you’re letting him take the lead? it’s not like he’d enjoy having orders barked at him but he feels like it should be pretty obvious that he has 0 relevant experience here. it takes him a while to step up to the role with any real confidence, and he keeps expecting alistair will take the lead back eventually and he just doesn’t.

he’s not resentful, exactly, but he does feel a little bit betrayed at the landsmeet when alistair turns his back on him. he’s had to carry the burden of making impossible decisions the whole time, and the first time alistair disagrees with him he walks away? alistair should know how he feels about loghain after what he did to the alienage. it makes him feel like alistair never really trusted his judgement just wanted to avoid responsibility :/

warden/hof questions

[padfootswhiskers]

@remadoramicrofics I wrote this for thc and it doesn’t follow any of your prompts but it is remadora and it is a microfic so 😭

read on ao3 or under the cut

When Remus is six years old, his father tells him their garden has an infestation of Wraithen. He ropes him into helping, but Remus is tired—it’s only been two days since the full moon—and he settles himself onto the damp ground while his father sets traps for the bug-like creatures.

“Wraithen love trees,” he tells Remus. His eyes are sad when he looks at him. They always are, these days. “Especially in the summers. But they can’t stay. The wood poisons them.”

“Why do they come at all?” he wonders.

His father looks thoughtful. “I suppose they can’t help themselves.” He disposes of the caught Wraithen in the dewy grass.

Sometimes Remus closes his palms over them, just to see how long they’ll stay.

*

When Remus is eight years old, the Muggle boy who’s just moved in next door invites him over.

“I can’t,” he says automatically. Sleeping over at friends’ houses is for normal children after all, not boys like him.

“Why not?”

He knows how it’ll go now. The boy will tell his mother, and his mother will talk, then others will talk, and then his parents will have to take their strange Lupin boy to another home, another town.

Remus can’t tell him—not the truth, at least. He won’t believe him anyway. Remus’ parents have taught him what Muggles know and what they don’t, but the boy looks so disappointed he can’t help himself.

*

When Remus is twelve years old, two of his three best friends in the world corner him in the Gryffindor Dorm Room.

“You’re a werewolf,” Sirius says.

“We worked it out,” says James.

They are his best friends, and they are his only friends, and his heart is racing so quickly in his chest he thinks he might get sick all over them.

“Oh,” Remus says, stricken. He fumbles. “I—please. You can’t tell anyone—please—”

“We’re not going to,” Sirius says coolly. He glances at James, who grins. “In fact, we have an idea.”

It’s a mad, mad idea. Remus is a sensible boy, and he knows he should shoot them down now, grinning foolishly at him in the dark. “I can’t let you do that,” he tries.

But James reasons, “Why not?”

Something balloons in his chest, light and dangerous—like hope—and he finds he can’t help himself.

*

When Remus is fifteen years old, he nearly kills his classmate. They tell him how close it was, that Snape glimpsed him, even.

“That,” James says after, “was stupid, Padfoot.”

“He deserved it,” Sirius says. His mouth twitches. “Maybe not my brightest idea, though.”

They burst into peals of shocked laughter, Peter joining in unsurely. Privately, Remus thinks it isn’t really funny. When they begin planning their next full moon adventure, he thinks he will sit it out in protest.

I can’t put anyone else at risk, he thinks.

But the next week brings with it an attack on Diagon Alley and Sirius getting disowned, and he finds he can’t help himself.

*

When Remus is thirty-seven years old, Dumbledore dies.

Several things storm through his chest, grief and anger and guilt. Shame. It aches so much he thinks he might rip himself open if it granted relief.

“That didn’t fix anything, you know,” he finds himself saying. “That…show.” He runs a hand through thinning hair, shaking uncontrollably. “I am not being unreasonable.”

Tonks’ eyes are shining in her face, almost unbearably bright to look at. “Fine,” she says.

“I can’t,” he says. “Any of it—I can’t be with you. I can’t kiss you—I can’t marry you.” He breathes hard. “I can’t love you.”

Tonks doesn’t ask him why. He supposes there’s no need for it.

He marries her a week later.

*

Remus was never a cruel boy. Most of the time, the Wraithen flew away unharmed.

Still, sometimes they didn’t.

[crackedpumpkin]

“Chicken and croffles” I had flashbacks at that man. There’s this person I watch and they were telling their story of trying to rizz someone through food, and by rizz I mean they tried to impress an attractive waiter, but fumbled a bit and ordered chicken and waffles. He got so nervous they ordered the first thing he saw, which was chicken and waffles. How attractive was this waiter? So attractive that his friends literally had to warn them and also tried to clean him up a bit to look more presentable LMAO

Really liked this chapter!!! Love the sceneries and how Miles and “Ray Paynt” interacted!!!! Something about how you write feels real, like even in the little things with Miles’ “It’s a choice.” And when dragging him along to the cafe at an unexpected notice. Stop writing food so deliciously it’s nearly 8am for me and I’m wanting some nice fruit-ade or something!!! 😭/pos

From one Michael to another, MICHAEL STAHP WITH THE TOUCHING YOU’RE GONNA GET YOUR WILLYIAM CHOPPED OFF FR

omfg i felt that fr im not even kidding. what i would give to be on the receiving end of that starstruckness.... okay in all honesty I'd probably be that very dude dropping my utensils.

WAIT OKAY STORY TIME BECAUSE IVE GOT ONE OF MY OWN:

So i recently went to korea in june and i went with 2 other friends who went to queue up at the NIKE store in the morning for their customization stuff right? So I wake up later and i go grab a coffee first at this store my friend recommended because it's cheap + rly good.

As such, I casually stroll along the street with my earbuds in bc im cool and swag and feeling myself right? I finally find this coffee shop and step up to the counter to order, except what do i see?

A GORGEOUS, STUNNING GIRL MANNING THE CASHIER.

At this point i am in full blown panic. I have never met anyone so pretty in my life. Her hair was silky smooth and dyed a light platinum-ish shade, and her makeup was flawless. her skin? dewy like a morning glory in bloom. Her entire figure and being? goddesslike.

at this point i am sweating buckets just from the thought of talking to her. but it's fine, right? its just a cup of coffee. i can do this.

i then proceed to ABSOLUTELY FUMBLE MY WORDS.

I just wanted this pretty drink called a franobe guys. thats all i wanted. but i got so shy and she couldnt hear me saying franobe so she kept going 'ah, latte?' and guys. i almost died on the spot.

I repeated it like 2x before she got what i was trying to say. Quick PSA that i am not fluent in korean at all, and understand more than i can speak. she asks me something in korean and i just go 'ne?' with wideass eyes like id just seen my newborn child or some shit.

anyway i finally manage to pay and get my drink and i walk away with my head practically in my hands. up till this day i am paranoid she thinks im an idiot. this is my chicken and croffles story for all you guys out there.

also im straight but this is one of the rare exceptions i lost my composure fr. what can i say? im w e ak.

im really glad you liked this chapter !! if it's one trait i could've given my characters or reader oc its the endless funds to go cafe hopping. cafe hopping is so, so fun, but so, so expensive like goddamn let me live my main character life in peace fr....

it's euphoric to hear that you liked the little moments !! i enjoyed thinking through those and just going like ah yes, he would say this! i really love writing or thinking about the small moments that lead up to the big picture. (also @buthowboutno-spamming gave me such great advice regarding this, and i wouldnt have been able to flesh out my fic and vision if not for his advice)

michael deserves to get his dick chopped off fr. but it's okay!! I plan for all my characters to go through developmental arcs lmfao, ive gotten too attached to the two idiots to let go of their potential now :)

Go get some fruit-ade or make some yourself bro it's super easy super good. lmk if you want a recipe and im more than happy to provide~

[doodle17]

🏳️‍🌈, 🏳️‍⚧️, 😇, 🧸, 👻, 🎶, 👽, 💤, 🦾, 💝, 🫂, 💔, 🪢, 📓, 👗, 🔪, 🌟, 🥇, 🍫, 🎭, ❤️‍🔥, 💄, 🖕, 😺, 😬, 😭, 😶, Morris

I used to see him as Asexual, but possibly seeing him as Bi or pan now.

Cis, but also, maaaybeeee transmasc.

I don't think he really thinks much about it. Whatever is out there, is out there even if it's just nothing. He doesn't want to spend his time worrying about it so much.

His mom would play old tapes of classic 70s and 60s songs to keep him calm while she worked on her car when he was younger.

This is so random but I've always thought that he'd be scared of clowns lol. I like to think he was really skeptical about going to the Aquato circus for the first time because of it.

I like to think he enjoys all types of music. Or at least certain type for each genre. Hell, he'll even enjoy a few opera songs. His music taste is everywhere! You can go from listening to a sweet love song to a heavy metal song about death with his kind of playlist.

He can do that thing where he can bend his thumb behind his hand. I also think he's double jointed in his fingers (like me :D)

Very rarely, he sings in his sleep. It's usually for a few seconds or even a few minutes. He'll sing a few seconds of on song, before fading out of it, going completely quiet, then come back with an entirely different song. It only happens a few times, so when it does happen the junior agents are always there with a camera in hand.

Most people think he was in an accident and that's what caused him to be in a lev chair, but I personally believe he was born with it.

Likes holding hands, resting his head on your shoulder, etc.

I like to think he's best friends with Lizzie, Norma and Adam. I actually think they're childhood friends! They all play DnD together, and sometimes go to conventions and stuff.

After his dad died his mom became very quiet and distant. She still loved her son very much, but her husband's death pretty much broke her heart. Basically, the situation is kind of similar to Sashas Mom and Dad, I guess.

His families were mechanics! His mom and dad owned a small shop together that was in the lower floor of their house.

I like to think that his pirate radio becomes pretty big! Especially when he's older. It's still pirate radio, though. But other than that, he actually uses a bit of his mechanic knowledge to help fix up a few cars and other things for other agents.

Throws on whatever doesn't smell dirty and looks best. Depending on the situation, he may take a little more time on what to wear, but he usually puts on whatever.

Bro can, and will smash a boom box over your head if he has to. He already owns 4 more of them.

He obviously wants to be big in the music industry. But a small part of him kind of wants to go back to his hometown and work on cars with his mom. Just have to see what the future holds!

This guy can come up with comebacks, you'd think he rehearsed the whole thing. You better not fumble when arguing with him or he WONT leave you alone about it.

Loves classic fast food. Y'know burger, fries, soda, etc. Its one of the things he ate a lot with his mom, so it's a nostalgic kind of comfort food. It was one of the things they'd bond over. Hanging out in the back of his dad's truck and telling stories while they people watched the busy street.

Idk if these count as lies, but he's always telling "stories" on how he ended up in his chair. They all seem to somehow relate to getting in a fist fight with a psychic bear.

HUUUGE flirt. He loves saying cheesy pick up lines to make someone smile.

Carries a switchblade comb with him to keep his hair nice. Hair like that doesn't happen on its own!

Absolute sass machine. If he's upset, you can tell by his voice. Anything that leaves his mouth when angry is just snark and sarcasm.

Hes definitely a dog person. I like to think he owns at least 3 back at his house. Maybe one cat that he leaves food out for.

(Don't really have any hc for those last 2)

I like to think his mom and dad were fluent in Spanish, so, so is he! Sometimes he, Norma and Lizzie will talk to eachother in Spanish to keep anyone else from eavesdropping. Usually when they're gossiping.

[fairytwles]

thank y for answering!! your answers made me smile lmao 😭 <3 my answers??? sure thingg!

1. Laura Lee or Van

Damn, im destroying myself with my own questions. WHY IS IT SO HARD. I love Van and I also adore Jane (Laura Lee's actor). In s1 I would say Laura Lee. In s2 i would debate...which probably isn't fair bc one of them is dead there. But i rly loved the scenes with adult Van!

2. Who do I think is gonna die in s3??

Sadly Mari :( also Coach Ben? I actually really like him so shoot. This season is probably gonna be rough and im very excited but im so NOT ready for all the bad shit to happen!!! if hillary swank plays adult melissa then holy shit lets go?! but If lottie dies I might die with her. thats real

3. What role would I have in the wilderness?

Lmao I would be jackie too 😭 I would say hunter because it sounds fun but lets be real I would not pass the test they had (fumbled like jackie). But maybe like a mix of Lottie and Van? Van always tries to lighten up the mood so I can relate. And after months in the wilderness i would probably pull up with some strange cult shit as well 😭

it was fun to answer! glad u had fun!! <3

i adore jane too😭😭 she’s so sweet i love her

for the longest time i thought she played betty brant in spider man homecoming and then i realized they were two completely different people LMAO

tell me rn these are two different people…. maybe they’re both just blonde idk 🫠

and i would also 100% not pass that gun test 😭 one things certain and it’s that im NOT a hunter

now that i’m thinking about it i would 100% be into that cult shit like lottie, maybe i would be a prophet 🫣 i would be making connections to everything and saying that the trees want us to do this shit so i feel better about myself LMAO

[noiregoth]

Ok so every elementary fan knows they fumbled the bag with the season 6 villain but upon my umpteenth rewatch I realised something.

Spoilers under the cut…

So in s06e10 they reintroduce Moriarty as a threat coming after Morland and although crafty to have Sherlock force them into a ceasefire (unstoppable force, immovable object) killing both of them would be the perfect bittersweet ending to the two of the biggest foes in Sherlock’s life. Have him playing both sides against each other. Seems like a backward step after Sherlock made amends with his father after Mycroft’s death but they could tabled his forgiveness til after Morland died. They’ve previously had Moriarty kill a rival (Alana Marsh s3) so why didn’t they do it here with Michael and then have Morland & Moriarty be the actual villains for the rest of s6? Maybe keeping everything the way it is and if there was a season 8 Moriarty would’ve been the final boss.

Maybe Natalie just didn’t want to come back to reprise the role. Maybe the writers thought it would be redundant to bring her back since she was “defeated” in season 1 but she escaped. They literally wrote her escaping and brought her character back in abstentia after 4 seasons for THIS? Makes season 6 almost for disappointing if that’s possible.

And while I’m here lemme rant about Michael and also Hannah. If Michael has no haters then I am dead. He was so SLIMY AND ELUSIVE AND THE WAY HE ATTACKED JOAN????

They revealed Hannah was an alcoholic (and proceeded to do nothing with it) and didn’t use that as Michael’s “in” to infiltrate Hannah’s circle? Isn’t that less suspicious than a fender bender? 👀 He clearly researched Sherlock’s circle. Randomly meeting at a recovery meeting makes more sense. Tbh I wish Michael had killed her off instead of her roommate but that would’ve blown up the Captain’s life and set him on the path for revenge and messed up the storyline.

The whole thing about him going away because Sherlock is unwell was bullshit. Michael should’ve been dropping bodies waiting for Sherlock to come back. It’s his big finale as a serial killer who announced himself. Either that or it was a lie to abscond. And it would’ve given us opportunities to see Joan being badass without Sherlock there but justifying why he WASN’T there. But idk how I’d feel about an elementary episode without Sherlock.

Then like a cockroach Michael comes back and dies in the most anticlimactic way POSSIBLE. I get that that was the point and I loved the tension with them trying to pin it on Joan (that FBI agent was pissing me off) but I still hated it. It did give us the best finale. And then they retconned it with season 7. 🙃 I’m not saying I didn’t like the series finale, I just think s6 finale was the perfect ending.

Also why didn’t Sherlock just reinstate Alfredo as his sponsor? OR GET A NEW ONE? 📢 Then he wouldn’t have leaned on Michael so much and maybe he would have sniffed out his bullshit earlier. Like the last episode Alfredo is in is so important to Sherlock’s familial healing and THEN HE IS JUST NEVER SEEN AGAIN???? Are we to assume that he thinks Sherlock is dead? They didn’t even bring him back for the last episode of season 7. 😭 Ok the actor was booked and busy in 2019 but it wasn’t right. The writers seemed to care so much about its core characters and after the s3 finale Alfredo is a core character.

JUSTICE FOR ALFREDO.

I think I’m gonna rank the season finales and also my top 10 episodes EXCLUDING the finales.