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aballadforbarbatos · 1 year

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inspired by a hetalia piece of mine i found yesterday. this is actually lowkey kinda long i didn’t mean to do that

mc eating solomon’s cooking

you are hungry.

you KNEW you shouldn’t have turned down satan’s offer of lunch at hell’s kitchen but you were so exhausted and you mistakenly thought there would be food in the kitchen

you should’ve known better. smh.

someone needs to go shopping because there is only a stick of butter and an identified plastic container with something purple inside

not you tho you’re dirt poor. flat broke, even. pockets empty, wallet lined with dust

your stomach growls. your eyes dart between the unidentifiable substance and the stick of butter. the idea of eating butter makes you physically gag, so you turn to the container

the container has a note with “solomon’s” attached to it, and then a bigger note in belphie’s handwriting next to it

why are you clarifying it’s yours. everyone knows. nobody is taking it. WHY IS IT IN OUR FRIDGE

you’ve never actually had solomon’s cooking before

yeah there was that dinner where the pair of you cooked different dishes from the human world, but everyone was voicing their disapproval before you could try it, so you just didn’t.

it IS solomon’s though, so you decide to have a little. just a little. he won’t even notice that someone’s been into it.

pulling the container out of the fridge, you scoop a little bit into a bowl. it’s not quite as watery as you expected- in fact, it reminds you a little of mud. a deep purple mud with stuff inside.

hey, this is capsicum (bell pepper)! where’d he get this from? okay, now you have to try it- finding such difficult ingredients must mean it’s worth eating, right? right???

do you heat it up or just eat it cold… you decide you’re in the mood for a hot meal and open the microwave, shoving the substance inside

(“uh actually the house of lamentation doesn’t have a microwave” if u don’t think they’d get one because mc mentioned it once in a conversation you’re severely wrong)

pulling it out and now it’s bubbling. but like the bubbles are so slow in popping the surface because of how thick the purple stuff is

you lift your spoon. are you having second thoughts? coward behaviour. truly a wimp. you can jump in front of lucifer on a rampage but you behave like this in front of food? cowering before what could vaguely be described as soup?

apprehensively, you put the spoon in your mouth and swallow. if you spit it out you might stain the carpet

“oh.”

a pause.

“oh, what the fuck?!”

this is GOOD.

you slurp down the rest, now rather mad. everyone else was going on about how it was the worst thing they’d ever had, and you’d just believed them?! you are NEVER making that mistake again,

you moan embarrassingly loud. thank god nobody else is left in the house because how would you explain to them that solomon’s cooking is so amazing that you are involuntarily making noises

if it was just one person, you’d think they were just lying so they could have more for themselves. but it was everyone, which is probably why you were so convinced in the first place

lesson learnt; demons and angels have weak tastebuds, because you’re going back to the kitchen for seconds.

as the microwave heats up the bowl, your D.D.D. buzzes. it’s lucifer asking about your activities- you tell him you’re having a snack before studying

he says he didn’t know there was any food left in the house

you decide to ignore this last message because the microwave beeps and you go back to scarfing it down, sating your stomach and silencing its growls

“shit.”

“he won’t even notice it’s been eaten,” - you, about half an hour ago

IT’S ALL GONE?? HOW HAVE YOU EATEN THE WHOLE THING AND NOT EVEN NOTICED??

HOW ARE YOU GOING TO EXPLAIN THIS TO SOLOMON??

well you ate it all, so the least you can do is clean it, you suppose…

later that night, when everyone is back, and someone has gone shopping, solomon comes sauntering through the door and opens the fridge

“wh- who ate my soup? did you guys feed my cooking to the rats again?”

satan doesn’t look up from his book. “yeah, like anyone would eat YOUR cooking.”

you sink a little into your chair, suddenly becoming very interested in devilgram

“mc might tolerate your petty little comments, satan, but none of that changes the fact that there is no soup in this container that i specifically put in here. look, belphie even wrote a note!”

mc might- you stifle a laugh as your favourite cat fan scowls. asmo and mammon are not quite as successful as you. belphie stirs from his sleep, and mumbles something like “get it out of our fridge…”

solomon sighs. “i’m not mad, i just wanna know. mc?”

you don’t answer. maybe he’ll move on? yes? yes?

“hellooo? mc?”

no. okay, out with the truth then

“i ate it! i’m sorry, solomon! i got really hungry and there was seriously like no food left in the house, so it was between a stick of butter and your cooking, and i thought i’d take a risk, and i only wanted a little bit but it was so good and i accidentally ate the whole thing-”

you can feel your eyes welling up with tears at the thought of solomon getting mad- or even worse, being disappointed- at you. you cross your fingers and hope that he forgives you,

you totally miss the horrified and disgusted looks from the brothers. even belphie has properly woken up at this point to stare at you in disbelief

“well, mc, if that isn’t one of the most romantic things i’ve ever been told,”

what.exe

container forgotten, he comes around to your spot on the couch. puts a hand on your cheek and just pretends the others are not there

staring into his eyes helps you to drown out mammon, who knows how he’s doing it

uses his thumb to brush away your tears, there’s a small smirk on his face but would he really be solomon without it

he kisses you quickly and gently

when i tell you. the room goes into absolute UPROAR

mammon rips him away from you, that boy is dragging him away to who knows where in the house. belphie and satan are following, you suspect solomon is going to be taught a lesson he won’t forget

“if i cook more for you, i can have more kisses, right?” he calls out- mammon’s frown grows deeper

“okay!” you call back, your cheeks warm and a giddy smile on your face that simply just won’t go away

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noellefan101 · 6 months

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Helloo!!

I would to send in a request, could you do a soft/fluff day with Mister Neuvillette? With a Female Raeder as well please :)

If your uncomfortable with this request you are welcome to ignore it, thank you very much! :3

(Sending headpats!)

(thank u for the headpats!)

Characters: Neuvillette x Female reader

Summary: a sweet day off, with Neuvi

[edit: i forgot to tag u so here, @ayoharuko]

i only use they/them pronounce for the melusines bc they are in a group(and im a coward)

Note: i tired to finish this as quickly as possible, bc i havent really written anything for neuvi(other than my kissing them series). but i really liked writing this, though it was a little hard to come up with something(my brain is becoming mush), love you

It was really sunny when you woke up, the light shining through the half-open curtains, giving your skin a beautiful glow as well. you sat up in your bed, looking around tiredly. and you were surprised to see Neuvillette still in bed, since he would normally be out of the house by now. but it's not like you were complaining, especially not on his day off. so you quietly snuck out of bed to not wake him, quickly put on a decent outfit and started making breakfast for him.

He eventually did wake up, despite you trying to be quiet, and walked around the house to find you since you weren´t in bed.

He found you in the kitchen, happily dancing around as you made breakfast for you both. the sight made his heart beat in so many ways he couldn´t understand, but he felt warm whenever it happened, so he didn´t give it much thought. although Sigewinne once told him its a sign that he loves you, and so she had to explain to him how that works(she wanted to give up inside a little(poor Sigewinne)).

"Neuvi? Are you ok? you´ve been staring at me for a while now y'know"

"..."

He didn´t hear you, too lost in your beauty to comprehend that you were talking to him. you were a little annoyed at being ignored, but quickly brushed it off and tried calling him again, this time with a hand on his cheek,

"Neuvillette love, you there?"

He snapped out of his line of thought the second you touched his cheek, now looking into your eyes. placing his own hand over yours.

"Sorry darling, i was just a little too lost in your beauty for a moment. was there anything you needed?"

You looked into his eyes, thinking for a bit, was there anything you needed right now, you guessed he could help you get the flour from the top capinet.

"yes actually, could you be so kind as to hand me the flour, its for the cake i said i wanted to bake"

You looked at him with the pretties eyes you could manage.

"Sure lovely, I´ll get you anything you need"

You removed your hand from his face and walked over to the bowl of sugar and eggs, to mix them together, before the dry ingredients were put in.

You had been baking all morning, what had Neuvillette been doing you ask, well... you actually don't know. either he was in the kitchen helping(looking at) you or he was out of your line of sight(prob with a melusine).

But now you´re kind of missing his presence, and you were done with most of the pastries you wanted him and the melusines to try(your excuse to see him being cute with them).

So you of course wanted to find him.

But you still needed time to set up what you had planned for his day off, and you asked some melusines to help you carry the lighter things, like a blanket or spoons(not knives or forks, they could hurt themselves). and when they then offered to get him for you, you protested, but they just continued on with "you should relax too you´know, not just him. now sit down and we´ll get him over here." so you obliged.

The main reason you had decided that today would be a great time to have a picnic out on a field of flowers, was because it didn´t seem like there were going to be many, if any, clouds today, so it would be perfect for a picnic(hence why you spent your morning in the kitchen).

When they (totally not forcefully) dragged him over to your prepared date, they could see the visible change it his eyes (though it was already softer than normal, bc melusines) when he looked at you sitting among the flowers. he eventually sat down beside you, kissing your cheek softly and thanking you for doing this just for him.

Eventually, the melusines that helped you set up and stuff left (smiling sweetly at their monsuir [i think i spelled it wrong, im sry] Neuvillette´s sweet interaction with you).

The both of you didn´t even notice and you just continued on with your picnic. you offered him a piece of the cake you baked in the morning, and he happily took it, enjoying the taste of your baking.

(as he should)

He had also looked at you with heart in his eyes(more than he normally did) as you ate your piece of cake, he couldn´t help himself you were too beautiful not to look at too long. It´s not the first time he has looked(stared) at you today either, and it certainly won´t be the last time today. Safe to say he liked having this day with you, a day containing only you (and the occasional Melusine), instead of all the paperwork being the only thing he normally looks at all-day.

He liked anything you did together, it doesn´t matter if it was his or your idea, neither if he liked the thing or not, the thing that mattered was that you wanted to, that you were there with him, and he loves you even more for that.

He loves you more than a diver loves the sea, more than a florist loves flowers, more than anything.

Thank u for reading, hope its ok(ik its late asf), luv ya-Masterlist

You are welcome to reblog and like any of my posts, but you CAN NOT translate, copy or hate on anybody for liking my posts

#sent: ayoharuko #alex answers #noelle´s maiden #genshin impact #genshin x reader #female reader #neuvillete x reader #neuvillette #noellefan101 #noellefan #fluff #neuvillette fluff #neuvillette x reader fluff

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gaybitchfx · 2 years

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REQUEST 4 STOLASSSSS

so stola's bf is like another father to octavia since he has known stolas since they were kids

octavia absolutely knows thay this man is head over heels for her dad since they were little, but he's afraid to say anything bc he knows stolas is in love w blitzo.

"you're being mean, stop it. i have been second to him my whole life in everything and i will not be the one you settle for just because you two are cowards, i won't- i won't do it...not when i've spent my entire life loving you." kind of trope lol.

i kinda want this to have a good ending but my brain cannot think of smth 😭 if u know a way to give it a good ending then please do but if not then just full angs HAHA.

Note: It took me a second to understand that trope since when I read this I woke up like 9 minutes ago 👍🏽 and it’ll most likely end with angst since I haven’t written any in F O R E V E R

Character(s): Stolas

Type of reader: M!Reader

Category: SFW (angsty kind)

Warning(s): None

Edited: ❌

You’ve known Stolas since the two of you were practically in diapers. Well, since you were in diapers since he was 2-3 years older than you.

But growing up, you always looked up to him and saw him as a really cool person, so cool to the point you subconsciously gained feelings for him, but never knew about them till your early teen years.

To you, and only to you, Stolas was perfect in every way imaginable.

That changed after Blitzø came along. He had began to slowly stop talking to you or being around you. But when he was around you it was Blitzø this, Blitzø that.

Every conversation you two would have he would always bring up Blitzø. Of course, you never tried to show whenever he talked to him it stung, deeply. But Octavia had noticed.

Her being observant and knowing you since she was a baby came in handy. She would notice how you would slightly sulk before pretending. She also knows how in love you are for her father.

It’s very obvious, but I think Stolas is too in love with Blitzø to notice. “I know you’re in love with my dad.” Octavia said as she mashed her cereal with her spoon, making you stiffen up with wide eyes.

“Whaaa? I am not.” You said with a small huff making her giggle.

“It’s very obvious you love him, Y/n. I’ve known you for a long time to know this.” She said, a soft smile on her lips.

“Why don’t you just tell him how you feel? I won’t mind having another father figure in my life.” She said before putting some cereal into her mouth. You blinked owlishly before sighing.

“I..I want to..but I’m scared… Scared he’s going to reject me and hate me for liking him because he loves that stupid imp..” You said and held your head in your hands, lightly tugging at your hair.

Octavia frowned deeply. She didn’t know how deep your feelings were for her father so all she could do was rub your back and try to reassure you and to not think that.

“Um, Y/n?” Stolas said making you quickly sit up and turn your head to him. “Yes?” You said, a smile on your lips.

“Can I talk to you?” Stolas asked and Octavia took her cereal and left since she doesn’t want to hear to the conversation you two were going to have. “Um..sure? What’s up?” You questioned him, getting out of your seat and stood in front of him.

Stolas inhaler and exhaled through his nose before making direct eye contact with you. “I love you.” He suddenly said making your eyes wide.

“I know you love me as a friend-” “No..I love you not as a friend, Y/n.” Stolas said as he cupped your cheek in his hand. Your whole body was filled with goosebumps as you took two steps back.

“No… No you don’t.” “But I d-” “No you don’t!!” You shouted making his eyes go wide. “You love Blitzø..not me..” You whispered out.

“You’re being mean, Stolas. Why are you telling me this now all of a sudden, huh? I have been second to him my entire life in every single thing.. You only talked about him and never sought out my own feelings when talking about that imp!-” You said, slightly fumbling your words before taking a breather.

“I-” You held a finger up making him stop what he was going to say.

“I won’t..I won’t be and I don’t want to be the second option, Stolas. Not when I have spent so many years loving you because I looked up to you. I don’t want to live with the guilt of being seconds to someone. I won’t be the one you settle for..just because you can’t have him…” You sniffled, tears started to blur your vision. Being the second option stung. Deeply.

Stolas telling you he loves you out of the blue felt as if someone was squeezing your heart..but not in the good way. “I..I didn’t know you felt that way Y/n… I’m sorry..” Stolas said his eyes softening a tad.

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it Stolas.. I think it’s best if we leave things here..” You said and wiped away the tears that fell on your cheeks.

“But, Y/n-” You didn’t allow him to say what he wanted to say as you left through the front door and slammed it shut. Stolas sighed as he dragged him back against the wall slightly.

“You really messed up this time.” Octavia said, getting her father’s attention.

“It was so obvious he loved you, but you never acknowledged it..“ Octavia mumbled before going back upstairs to her room leaving Stolas to think back to when you’d make certain romantic gestures, but he never acknowledged them indeed.

#stolas #stolas x male reader #stolas x reader #Stolas x you #Stolas x y/n #fiction #male reader #helluva boss x male reader #helluva boss

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wario-speedwagon · 4 months

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Dave and Old Sport Adopt a Kid: Chapter 13

Hello! Happy first birthday to this fic! I can't believe this fic has come this far. Thanks for all who have tagged along for the ride, and I hope you enjoy today's chapter! Full chapter below the cut! <3

Chapter 1 Chapter 12

Chapter 13

“So Scott sure wasn’t happy with us, huh!” Dave finally commented with fake cheerfulness to break the awkward silence that had hung in the air of that dingy car.

It only ended up making the following silence even more awkward than before when there was no reply beyond a deep breath. Jack didn’t have the spoons to start up such forced small talk, not with everything that was on his mind right now.

So seeing that Jack was still staunchly “focused on the road,” Dave went back to rubbing the shoulder of Pruny, who was leaned up against him in the back seat. He could practically feel her trembling.

Despite not really having one, his heart went out to her, as he could tell exactly how she was feeling based on her behavior, if only because it reminded him so much of his own during a “bad day” back in his Henry days.

Now that he thought about it, the way he himself was cradling his own injured eye with his other hand was also just as… nostalgic.

Dave figured it must be an Aubergine trait to keep up such a brave face in spite of it all, as despite being so shaken, there weren’t any more tears he could see. Dave petted her head out of bittersweet pride, to which she responded by readjusting herself more comfortably.

Dave would be content with this bittersweet peace, except unfortunately Pruny’s wellbeing wasn’t the only big concern of his. He couldn’t really take in all the confusion in the heat of the moment, but now that he could properly sit on his unanswered thoughts, the implications of the words exchanged today started to become… rather serious. But only if “Jack” could prove his fears were founded.

So after another couple minutes of sitting in all this uncomfortable nothing, Dave eventually took a shot:

“Hey, so we gonna talk about what happened or…?”

“...U-Uh—”

“...Because the other option would be to keep actin’ like it never happened, and I’m sure as hell not doin’ that.”

“...Later. When we get home.”

“Alright, fair enough I suppose.”

More silence settled in the air, though now with some of the tension broken at least. Dave found himself relishing in how Old Sport called it “going home.” And “going home” how it seemed to naturally include himself and Pruny now. Or maybe he was overthinking things again. Either way, for how much Sportsy played “hard-to-get,” he sure was falling easily into this new family dynamic.

It was good that his family was starting to form on its own, hopefully without further need for intervention. But after the shit that went down today… he couldn’t be too hopeful.

No, this stuff needs to be aired out now. Hiding secrets only ever led to more hurt later on. He learned that lesson from Henry a lot.

“How’s your eye doing?”

“Oh. Probably fine. It’s not the first time it’s been roughed up like this.” Although it was usually a blunt impact from a wrench rather than a scratch, but—

“We should probably take you to a doctor.”

“Hah! In this economy?”

“Okay then, coward, I hope you’re ready to be a pirate if it gets infected though, cuz I don’t have a first aid kit good enough for that.”

“You kiddin’? I’d look badass with an eyepatch!”

“...You might have to retire your kiddie strangling days though.”

…Well that came out of left field. Dave wasn’t comfortable with how serious he sounded either...

He’d never really put much thought into it yet since this all began… If they kept up this whole “family” schtick, then would it make sense to keep up their “kiddie strangling” schtick as well? He hated it, but Sportsy might have a point about that.

…But what if they made Pruny “Kiddie Strangler 3.0” and made a cute murder family? Now that'd be the best of both worlds—he was smiling just imagining it!

Eh, but something told him that Pruny wouldn’t be all that gung-ho about the idea. Even Dave himself hated the idea at first when Henry started with him. What if she warmed up to it though…?

From now on, this won’t be happening again.

Sportsy's earlier words cut through his thoughts. Was he really so willing to give up what they had that easily? Or maybe he didn't really mean it, or he meant something else… Fuck, it had him concerned though. Why was Sportsy such a doormat to that thing, anyway?

That whole scene today had so many questions to dive into.

And while Dave hadn’t quite pieced it together in the moment, he was sure now in hindsight that “Jack Kennedy” was what that thing—”Dee”?—was calling Old Sport. He’d never even considered until then that Old Sport had a name, but now he had to know.

“Jack?”

The orange guy's head tilted accordingly.

“That your name? Jack Kennedy? That’s what she was calling you. And you were callin’ her ‘Dee’—”

“I’ll explain when we get home, Dave, just—please, not right now.”

“Okay.”

“...But yeah, that is my name.”

“Huh…” Dave wasn’t sure if he’d be used to him having a real name.

But still: it seemed that the bright side of today would be that Old Sport was finally going to really open up to him about everything!

You don't even remember what you did to Jack Kennedy. And apparently neither does he.

…Okay, maybe he was feeling a just a little bit intimidated to unpack all that.

...Even more so now that he just remembered the name Dee Kennedy. And which of his victims it belonged to.

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Violet, meanwhile, had been tuning out their occasional muffled conversation and reliving her experiences that day.

The puppet had been so nice and fun to her! Was it genuine, or was that thing really dangerous?

You were on your way out. Leave the kid alone, comprende?...

…Prune, get out of here.

The way Dave fiercely threatened that thing while Jack nervously negotiated with it, the way it tried to keep her from them and the way Jack pushed her to escape…

She didn’t know what conclusions to draw from all that except that they were not good, not at all. The puppet and them were clearly old enemies somehow. And right before she and the Phone Guy came back into the room, she barely yet certainly heard Jack shouting something inside, and Dave was on the ground covering his face like it was hurt once they entered. Dave was still nursing that injury right now next to her…

She wished she would have been able to tell what the puppet was apparently saying to them so she’d not be so hopelessly in the dark about what had just occurred.

Was this all her fault for running off with it? Did she cause this? Did she get Dave hurt? Is there something she could have done to make them not fight? Or would things have at least gone better if she’d just hurried up and spat out what she needed to say sooner to the Phone Guy—!

She realized she'd worked herself up again when she felt tears forming in her eyes again, so she tried to stop the what-ifs. But just after her breath hitched, she felt a giant hand pat her head again, knocking those tears loose down her face, before his hand returned to her shoulder again. She still tried to fight the urge to cry, but once her breath hitched a second time, she instead just let it all happen. And she heard Dave take notice as he softly cooed something in comfort to her (not that she could see what he said) while he hugged her tighter against him.

This... This was a new feeling. She'd never felt... good crying before... Was that even allowed?

...No. With them, she decided dumb rules like that didn't even matter.

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The loud sound of the entrance doors closing reverberated through the dark and empty dining room, almost like some old, empty cathedral. Scott fumbled with his ring of jingling keys before finding the right one which he then inserted and turned to lock up the entrance, filling the haunting silence behind him with more echoing clicks.

And then he sighed loudly because no one could hear him but these walls. Well, in theory anyway. Because that puppet was still unaccounted for, and was frankly only the second greatest source of his stress right now.

First place of course went to the police investigation, the missing children scandal, the distraught parents he'd faced, all of it weighing heavily on his mind. It was unbearable, simultaneously hoping a solid lead came out of it for their sakes while actively fearing the fulfillment of that same exact hope for his own sake.

But then on top of that, there was the whole Jack, Dave and puppet fiasco, and it was putting so many extra thoughts on his mind, thoughts he just didn’t have the headspace to handle right now. Words replaying in his head repeatedly—

And you, Dee. I know you have no reason to believe me ever again— Save it, Jack. I’m not interested in what you have to say anymore. Dee, just listen to me— You listen to ME, Jack Kennedy! Dee— —Jack Kennedy! Dee—! —Kennedy!

The names especially kept repeating ad nauseum. For such few words he overheard, they haunted Scott incessantly. They agitated so many memories and images in his head that didn’t belong in his wiring—

His orange employee who recently knelt down comforting a purple child—except somehow that image felt like a much older memory than just a mere day ago… no, was it a different child maybe? But then why would Jack be there? Why would Jack be in his old memories? Or was it someone else he was being reminded of? ...Yeah, someone decidedly less orange, probably. But then why does he have the same last name as himself—a-as Peter? There’s simply no way that could…

...So does Jack know Peter? Is that the conclusion to draw? Does that puppet!? Because they clearly knew each other somehow with how they talked—Dee, that was its name? Dee?... Dee… Dee… Dee…Kennedy? Did that last name fit there too? Maybe it might but he couldn't be sure either way.

The puppet… is still out there hiding somewhere… Could he…

…ask it?

...Did he want to?

Either way, he had to find it to contain it and prevent Freddy’s from having any more reasons to shut down.

Knowing the puppet was maybe a person of some sort, though, that course of action felt kind of… wrong…

No, Scott didn't have time for such ethical quandries in these dire times. He reached for his flashlight and began his search. It was certainly daunting, both because that thing could be lurking anywhere, and depending on its mood, it could be any level of dangerous if he was caught unaware.

Then again, death by puppet was probably far more favorable than the “proper” way for a Phone Guy to go…

Scott decided he hadn’t checked the ballpit in a while today, so he made that his first search destination. As he approached the door for that room, though, a chilling whisper from behind him stopped him in his tracks:

“You’re looking for me, aren’t you?”

He immediately turned, and the flashlight beam revealed a damaged puppet standing amongst the dining tables just two rows away.

“I-I suppose I am, yes.”

“To put me back in my box, right?”

“I can't have you causing any more trouble for me.”

“Do I have to stay in there?

…I have no desire to hurt anyone you know.”

“Th-That’s not what I saw there in the Saferoom.”

“Those two were different. They’re murderers.”

Scott had suspected that a fair bit, actually, but it was still chilling to hear that seemingly confirmed. Dave was obvious, but perhaps after seeing how Jack was with that girl, he’d started to dismiss his previous doubts with him. He didn't remember Jack being like Dave—

“‘Dee,’ was it? Do you know Jack?”

“I do.”

“How so?”

“He was my brother.”

“Your brother?”

“I’m not a robot, Scott. I’m the soul of Dee Kennedy.”

Uncertainty was finally clearing up as things started clicking into place.

“And that makes him Jack Kennedy, then?”

“Naturally.”

But as addicting as the straightforward answers were, he still hesitated to get to the crux of his questions.

“... …Was there a Peter Kennedy as well?”

“Peter? He was our older brother. Why?”

That confirmed it. It was so obvious now that he knew for sure; Peter did have something like siblings, didn't he? Of course he did!

“Do you know Peter?”

“...Sort of? …This is going to sound strange because it is, but… I have several of his memories rattling around in my memory banks for some reason.”

“Memories? Like what?” she asked with sudden alert interest.

“It’s… Well, a lot of them involve a wife named Caroline. She’s in most of them. Her, and his job at Freddy’s before he died. Oh, and a kind of pinkish man, the guy that killed him. He and Peter both keep showing up in my nightmares lately…”

The puppet was perked up over something he said, though remained silent for a while. But then it eventually cut the silence, bursting with:

“Your ring, you have a wedding ring, right?”

“Y-Yeah, of course, I do have a wife besides Caroline…”

“Take it off! Is there any writing on the inside!?”

“U-Uh, hold on a sec…?” Scott did as told. After sliding it off, he carefully held the flashlight up to it at an angle where he could inspect the inside of it. After a few moments, he did notice some fancy etched calligraphy.

…

His heart skipped a beat.

“Does it say something like ‘Peter, lawful husband of Caroline’?”

“How do you know that!?”

“Because I was there when you picked it out! And you were so annoying when you made sure everyone saw it!”

Peter’s eyes were still glued to the golden ring he was holding, still in awe that such an answer had been on his finger this whole time, so he didn’t even notice her rapidly approaching—

“Woah—!”

—for a hug.

“It IS you! It’s you, Peter, isn’t it!?”

“...” He couldn't bring himself to reciprocate the hug.

“...Isn’t it?”

“... I don’t know. Just because I… have his ring… there's countless other ways I could end up with his ring. Because I-I’m Scott Cawthon. I have my own life, my own family, my own memories—”

“—But you have Peter’s memories!”

“It’s probably a programming fluke—”

“No way!” she whined.

“Puppet, it’s time you returned to your box,” he said coldly, unwrapping her rope-like limbs from their embrace.

“No! Not unless you tell me that you’re Peter!”

“...” He simply couldn't keep eye contact with her anymore.

“Please! Peter, I haven’t seen you in so long!”

“... Good night, Miss Puppet. Behave yourself, I’ll see you in the morning.”

“No!”

Scott turned to make his exit.

Stringy arms immediately wrapped around him from behind again, holding him back.

“Dee—”

“That’s right, I’m Dee! Your baby sister! You raised me yourself, you and Jack!”

“That’s enough, Dee, please let me go.”

“No! Please don’t leave me, not again!”

Peter’s heart shattered.

“Please!”

…No, he saw no other recourse than to just make a run for it, and with enough force that he broke free from her grasp.

“Don’t go! Please!” the child wailed behind him, abandoning her dignity. He wished this was only the first time he'd heard that wailing, because he couldn't help her this time—

His heart was racing—he fumbled through the keys again once he reached the locked entrance while the Puppet rapidly followed him; when she arrived—

“Dee, enough.” A different voice came out of him, and with enough desperate sternness that she stopped immediately in her tracks.

“Peter... that’s your voice…”

“Goodnight, Dee,” he firmly reiterated, switching back to the voicebox like nothing happened.

“No!” she protested one last time—

His cold, sweaty hands turned the key and quickly pushed the door open to leave as fast as he could— ...and then firmly pressing his back against the outside building wall which he started to slide down, he attempted to soothe a panic attack he didn't realize he was having until now.

At this rate, his brain was going to fry.

(Chapter 14)->

#ngl that last half of the fic was so fun to write #thanks for all your support throughout the year! <3 #dayshift at freddy's #dsaf #dayshift at freddys #dsaf fanfic #peter kennedy #dee kennedy #jack kennedy #dave miller #dsaf dee #dsaf peter

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adickaboutspoons · 5 months

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OFMD Meta masterpost

Meta I've written both as dancing-with-the-madmen and here at spoondick, llc.

The Relationship is the Show (meta about the nature of Ed & Stede's relationship) The Art of Buggery Speedrunning U-Haul Pirates I Object to the Term “Whim”

A Fancy Man on a Fancy Ship (Stede meta) Stede and the Thanatos Drive* cPTSD trauma responses in Ed and Stede But Why Piracy? Touchy-touchy Talk it Through as a Crew (not for me, though, just for you) Stede is No Coward (a “no-but” tag novel) Did Stede CHOOSE to abandon Ed? (a “no but” tag novel) Stede didn’t abandon his crew (a totally measured and level-headed response to the idea that Stede owes the crew an apology for what happened after he “abandoned” them) Stede also didn’t set the French Boat Party on fire Stede also also isn't uniquely nor excessively susceptible to flattery or compliments (a tag novel) Lines in the Sand: Why Stede telling Ed “I don’t like who you are around this guy” is a Character Growth moment The Seeds of Tragedy: How Ed’s choice to leave with Calico Jack primed Stede to break his heart When a Steard is not a Beard

This Fictional Character is Having A Hard Time (Ed meta) Spooky Scary Speculation (what if Ed thinks the reason Stede didn’t join him at the dock is because Stede is dead?) Clearly I was wrong about this, but whatevs. It’s not bad reasoning; just not the way the show chose to go. And that's okay. Scraps of Evidence, or the Maps that Lead to You Fire Marshal Ed Guilt and Struggling with Worthlessness (a “yes-and” reply) Team Never A Plan (a “no but” reply) I will contend to the end that Ed saying he was planning on burning Stede’s face off in s2e4 was just him being mad at Stede and try to score one off him in much the same way him saying "last night was a mistake" in s2e7 was about pushing Stede away, not expressing regret that they slept together. Because it’s either that or he’s not as smart as I thought he was. Because it’s frankly a dumb plan. Ed Knows about Mary (a “no but” reply from before we got uncontestable s2 confirmation) Ed and the Hornighost (self loathing and the capacity for self-love) Kicking a man (out) while he’s down By the Neck; or, Pearls Mean Tears (the significance of the pearl necklace)

A Normal Amount of Secretive (Jim meta) We Live in a State of Nature Why The Kraken Kept Jim and Frenchie (and not anyone else): (a “yes and” reply)

Never Apologize (Mary meta) Mary is not without fault (and that’s a good thing) (a “yes and”-ing tag novel)

Girl How ARE You? (Zheng Yi Sao meta) Tea Soup and Sympathy

Deep Dives by episode: S01ep06: The Lamentable Tragedie of Hands-let Why Are Fang and Ivan Backing up Izzy During the Doggy Heaven Scene? S01ep8: The Massive Aggression of Calico Jack Homophobia in a $5 Halloween Mask (a series of "yes-and" replies) S01ep10: The Significance of Ned S02ep05: The Curse of “The Curse of the Seafaring Life” Season 2s Racist Problem

Set design: Ok, so I’m a dick about spoons Ship-shaped, Part 1 - What We Know Ship-shaped, Part 2 - Best Guesses Ship-shaped Part 3 - Rampant Speculation and Vile Calumny Ship-shaped Part 4 - A Proportional Response Ship-shaped Part 5 - The Not-So-Secret Stairs Ship-shaped: Part I Give Up Ship-shaped: Part It’s Just A Tardis, Ya’ll Gay Love on the Horizon Into the Metatext (reading Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates, the book Stede shows Ed from his library, for insight into OFMD) A conversation with @nicnacnonsense about the significance of the illustrations of Blackbeard used on the show Additional commentary on the nature of the illustrations used on the show launched by @triflesandparsnips More Thoughts about the relationship between in-universe Text and Images and how they represent Reality (now with S2) Cooking with Roach Season 2 on the rocks (themed cocktails and mocktails to enjoy with OFMD S2) 85 days?!?!?!?! 5 of Swords Season 2 Timeline Stuff I’m a giver ;)

Costuming: I Guess That’s Why They Call it the Blues (a response to and expansion upon weirdgirlcore’s meta on the use of blue in Stede’s wardrobe) Orange (the conclusion to I Guess That’s Why They Call it the Blues. Brevity? I don’t know her) Let’s do the Time(line) Warp Again! (adding on to @nicnacnonsennse’s excellent timeline video. Not STRICTLY costuming-related, but I’m putting it here because my first addition was predicated on costuming evidence) On Indigo and Not-So-Secret Ghosts On Gloves and Cravats: Why the Kraken went from full gauntlet-style gloves at the end of s1 to half-gloves in s2, and why they later disappear altogether, and what's the deal with the lack of s2 cravat Steal Ed’s Party Look: A Step-by-Step Hair Styling Tutorial with Pics Ed’s Princess (with a disorder) Hair: A Step-by-Step Hair Styling Tutorial with more shitty mirror selfies

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd meta #my modest contribution to fandom

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softpran · 9 months

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bad buddy fandom getting-to-know-you meme!

tagged by @mahuhumaling

i've never really posted on bbs tumblr so uhhhhh. hi

name and whatever you want to share about yourself

i'm tonje, 29, any ol pronouns will do, nanonschin on the sinking ship, senorflamingos on ao3

i like nanon a normal amount

when did you watch bad buddy/join the fandom?

i started the show on february 1, 2022 and by the end of the month i'd seen it five times back to back and i have since never closed the tab where the show is open because i am always in some state of rewatching

i spent a lot of time silently reblogging things on here because i hadn't been active in fandom in years and finally decided to join the fandom on twitter in january 2023, and i guess i'll be more active on here now that twitter is going down the drain

favorite ship(s)

patpran, patpran and more patpran i have tunnel vision to this day

favorite character(s)

i love pran more than anything on this earth

favorite episode(s)

7 no doubt, the bet era tickles every single corner of my brain and i could fill in the blanks of what they did or didn't do during that time indefinitely

5 for obvious reasons

2 for the shenanigans, the entire start of the show has a very special place in my heart but mmm the unknowingly across the hall trope, mmm "mr dumpling", mmm pat's hand on pran's stomach in the elevator

favorite scene(s)

i adore the library scene from episode 7, i love the way pran gets in pat's space, i love the way pat gets weak at the knees, i feel like it perfectly sums up everything i love about their dynamic

the morning after in episode 11, i am a sucker for everything soft and that is damn near the softest thing i've laid my eyes on. also big spoon pran

the fight in episode 5, and everything that follows, but the fight scene is so effective in dragging all the ridiculousness of the show right down to earth in such a visceral way and it works beautifully

the final scene of the show. nothing has ever made me as happy as watching them shoving each other around in a dumbass kissing competition it's the PERFECT ENDING FOR THEM

one thing you would change about the show if you could

the whole gun plot as an ineffective means to redeem wai, say sorry out loud u coward

what are your some of your favorite fanworks made by other people?

these are all fic and i have a dreadful memory so i am certainly forgetting a lot but:

both parts of Are You Ready? by @galauvant. lauren just gets it

anything by @dimplesandfierceeyes

pudgy pran by @bbshyperfixation. julia if u ever see this i'm obsessed with u and i should reread both of these

a sheer repose of mind by prettyvisit0r made me cry most recently

(if you create fanworks) what are your favorite fanworks that you’ve made?

my dearest darling it has always been you written for my dearest darling ciel

a song that makes you think of bbs (the ones in the show don’t count lol)

LOVE ME MORE BY MITSKI. the amount of times i've watched gifs of the rooftop scene and felt like my soul was being torn to shreds by this song ohhh boy

idk anything else you want us to know?

i'm scared to talk to people but i promise i'm nice <3

#bad buddy #bbs #bad buddy the series #bad buddy fandom #bbs fandom #about me

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cursed-elo-images · 5 months

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INCORRECT ELO QUOTES PART 5

Kelly: It's alright, we have salt packets.

Richard: Not the ones that snap in half, but sure.

Bev: What’s wrong?

Melvyn: I have to write a whole paragraph for school.

Bev: That’s not so bad; I write entire books.

Melvyn: Yeah, but this has to be good.

Melvyn: Last night, I had a dream about sandwich pizza.

Bev: What?

Melvyn: It was pizza with bread on the top and the bottom.

Bev: So a calzone?

Melvyn: You can’t just name things I dream up.

Bev: I know how this must look but I can assure you we have a perfectly logical explanation.

Melvyn: Yeah! We’re cowards!

Melvyn: Bev told me to stop being immature, so I told him to get out of my fort.

Hugh: Bev likes to say ‘you can be part of the problem or part of the solution,’ but I happen to believe you can be both.

Bev: You disgust me.

Melvyn: *eating a kitkat sideways* I realize this and don’t care.

Melvyn: The universe is cold and unfeeling. The only constant is chaos.

Bev: Was that place out of chocolate-chip pancakes again?

Melvyn: What are you eating?

Bev: You wouldn't like it, it's really salty.

Melvyn: I like you, don't I?

Melvyn, holding in his laughter: Hey, how do you ask a glass of water what it’s doing?

Bev: A glass of water is an inanimate object. Therefore, it's incapable of having a thought process or understanding basic human language.

Melvyn:

Melvyn: Water you doing?

Bev, playing a video game: This game is so frustrating! I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!

Melvyn: Ok, I think it’s time to turn off the game for a little while.

Bev: But I’m having fun!

Bev: I know this isn’t going to end well and I don’t care. So don’t you try and stop me, Melvyn!

Melvyn: I wasn’t stopping you. I was asking if you had a spare camera so I can record this.

Melvyn: Hey guys, I’m making french toast sticks in the oven. I’m gonna take a quick nap, so wake me up in 5 minutes to flip them over.

*5 minutes later*

Bev: Melvyn it’s been 5 minutes, time to flip your sticks.

Melvyn: snnnzzzz...

Bev: MELVYN YOUR STICKS!

Bev: Do you even know what an amulet is?

Melvyn: Of course I do! I eat amulets sometimes. I like the ones with cheese and onions!

Bev: Melvyn, those are omelettes.

Melvyn: Oh. Then I’ve got nothing.

Melvyn: Here you go, Bev, a nice hot cup of coffee!

Bev: It's cold.

Melvyn: A nice cup of coffee.

Bev: It's horrible!

Melvyn: Cup of coffee.

Bev: I'm not sure if this even IS coffee.

Melvyn: C U P.

Bev: Hey Melvyn, can I get some icecream?

Melvyn: Only a spoonful!

Bev: *Proceeds to pull out a comically large spoon.*

Melvyn: If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're impressed.

Bev: But you do know better.

Melvyn: You know what I’ve realized?

Bev: Some thoughts are better left unsaid?

Melvyn: Nice try, anyways-

Bev: You know, there’s only one person in this world who can tell you what you are.

Melvyn: Me.

Bev: No.

Bev: Me.

Kelly: You know, on second thought, Gum would be perfection.

Bev: *Gives him a strange look and hands him a piece of gum*

Kelly: *Thinking* Gum would be perfection. Gum would be perfection. I could have said gum would be nice, could have said I'll have a stick. But no no no no no, for me, gum is perfection. I loathe myself.

Kelly to Bev: Turn that frown upside-down!

*a little while later*

Kelly: What are you doing?

Bev, trying to do a handstand: You told me to “turn that frown upside-down” but it’s not working .

Bev: Thought I was meowing back at my cat for the past hour, but it was just me and Kelly meowing at each other from different rooms in the house.

Bev: You made enough pasta that you could take it to lunch tomorrow. Put it in a container.

Kelly: Shovel the pasta into your face. Do it. Put it in your face. The future is meaningless but the pasta is now.

Kelly: I’m so excited!

Bev: We’re gonna have the best costumes, get the most candy...

Kelly: And have the biggest stomach aches ever!

Bev: Yeah!

Bev: As a responsible adult-

Kelly: *chuckles*

Bev: … As a responsible adult—

Bev: Can you be serious for five minutes?

Kelly: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

Bev: Why are there little handprints all over the walls?

Mik, whispering: Why are there little handprints all over the walls?

Kelly, whispering: Because I have little hands.

Mik: Because he has little hands.

Mik: Bev! Kelly got that thing on the control panel working!

Bev: Wow! That looks pretty impressive.

Mik: Yeah!

Bev: Any idea what it does?

Mik: Not a clue.

Mik: What would Bev think?

Kelly: Ok, that’s an interesting thought, but hear me out: what if… we ran an experiment where we spent the rest of our lives finding out what happened if we never told him?

Bev: I don’t know the first thing about clothes. Pretty much all I can do is look at something and tell you if it’s clothes or not. This chair? Not clothes.

Bev on Monday: *glues a dime to the sidewalk* Heh heh heh.

Bev on Wednesday: *walking down the street* Ooh hey! A dime!

Bev: We got a free day now. What do you wanna do? Eat? Sleep? Nap? Snack?

Hugh, after getting a library card: Now I know what true power feels like.

Bev: I have passed the transitional stage of internet geekhood.

Bev: I was cashiering at work today, and was punching in the code for plums, which is 4040, and the 0 key doesn't work this well, so I punched it in wrong. And the machine flashed up "Item Not Found: 404".

Bev: And I actually laughed out loud.

Bev: ATTENTION: I HAVE BREACHED CONTAINMENT.

Bev: DO NOT PANIC, I AM SIMPLY GETTING A SNACK.

Bev: I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.

Bev: Theater kids are just choir kids who joined forces with the band and strings kids.

Richard: Raisins. It's nature's candy

Bev: We always used to do the Wordle rather than take notes in class.

Bev: To stop us the teacher would always threaten to tell us the answer if we didn’t pay attention.

Bev: My favorite outdoor activity is going back inside.

Mik: Please could you go to the shop and get a carton of milk, if they have avacodos get six.

Bev, coming back from the store with six cartons of milk: They had avacados!

Mik: Bev, you’ve tried 37 times and you’ve failed every time. Give it a break.

Bev: DO I HEAR “FIRST TRY PART 38?”

Mik: I did it! I memorized everything in the book! I'm gonna ace this test!

Bev: Ok, Mik, I'll give you one more question before you go. What ended in 1918?

Mik: 1917.

Bev: ...You're ready.

Bev: Aww, what's your dog's name?

Jeff: Spartacus.

Bev, yelling to Mik: TRY SPARTACUS!

Mik, on the computer: DIDN'T WORK!

Jeff:

Bev: What's your favorite number?

Mik, to Jeff: If Bev doesn't say "I'm King of the world" within an hour on that boat, I will give you my next pay check.

Bev, within 5 minutes of getting on the boat: I'M KING OF THE WORLD!!!

Jeff, pointing to Hugh’s empty room: YOU LET HIM ESCAPE?!?

Mik: I WAS ON BREAK.

Mik: What’s your greatest weakness?

Melvyn: Interpreting the semantics of a question, but ignoring the pragmatics.

Mik: Could you give an example?

Melvyn: Yes, I could.

Bev: I hate to disagree with you, but-

Hugh: Please, you love to disagree with me. Its your favorite thing to do.

Bev: I don’t mean to be rude—

Kelly: Yet, sadly, accidental rudeness occurs alarmingly often.

Kelly: We'll talk about this later.

Bev: Fine, I won’t be listening.

Kelly: :)

Bev: >:(

Kelly: Turn that frown upside down!

Bev: ):<

Kelly: Not sure what I was expecting…

Jeff: We wouldn’t last two minutes without Hugh.

Jeff:

Jeff: Don’t tell him I said that.

Jeff: You know, I really wish you’d just admit you made a mistake sometimes.

Melvyn, stirring his coffee: I prefer it with salt.

Bev: Can I go to the pool?

Kelly: Sure, we’ll go as soon as I’m free.

Bev: No, can I go by myself?

Kelly: You don’t want to go with me?

Bev: You just go around challenging random people to cannonball contests.

Kelly: It’s the only way to establish dominance.

Melvyn: I’m sorry for being annoying.

Melvyn: It will happen again.

Bev: So jellyshish-

Kelly, laughing: JELLYSHISH!?

Bev: You know what I meant!

Kelly: Why don't humans have a specific noise that means "there are bees here, let's leave immediately." Why are elephants more advanced than us.

Bev: We do have a specific noise for it. It sounds like this:

Bev: "There are bees here, let's leave immediately."

Kelly: Someone care to explain why we have 6 dogs in our apartment?

Bev: They're golden retrievers, dude. They retrieve gold. I did this for us.

Kelly: It's not our fault!

Bev: Yeah, but... Come on, the least we can do is talk to them.

Kelly: No, the least we could do is nothing!

Bev: "I lost a bet."

Bev: The second-most ominous phrase in existence.

Kelly: What's the first?

Bev: "Let's make a bet.

Kelly: Have you heard of Murphy’s law? The one where if something can go wrong, it will go wrong?

Richard: Yeah, I have.

Kelly: Have you heard of Cole’s law?

Richard: Is this a joke about coleslaw?

Kelly: …maybe.

Richard: How petty can you get?

Kelly: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

Richard: We just ate. Why are you making pancakes?

Kelly: For the dogs.

Richard: Why are you making pancakes for the dogs?

Kelly: They don't know how.

Richard: What do we say when life disappoints us?

Kelly: Called it!

Richard: No.

Richard: Are you going to sleep?

Kelly: I can't. This is important.

Richard: What?

Kelly: Someone is wrong on the internet.

Kelly: Might I make a suggestion you possibly won’t like?

Richard: Do you make any other kind?

Kelly: This was almost a great idea.

Richard: You just described 90% of our stuff.

Kelly, carrying a box: What would you say if- if I, hypothetically, came home with 7 kittens one day?

Richard: …

Richard: What’s in the box?

Kelly: What woul-

Richard: Kelly, what’s in the box?

Kelly: I think you know.

Kelly: You... you said I could trust you!!

Kelly: You said you were a GAMER!!!

Richard: Kelly... I only play mobile games.

Kelly: NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Kelly: My goal is not to be the best, but to inspire someone enough to one day surpass me.

Richard: YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT EVERY TIME YOU BEAT ME AT CONNECT FOUR!

Richard: What's two plus two?

Kelly: Math.

Richard: ...I will accept that answer.

Richard: Who's in charge here?

Kelly, shrugging: Usually whoever yells the loudest.

Kelly: I wish I could help you, but I shorn’t.

Richard: Kelly, please!

Kelly: What part of shorn’t don’t you understand?

Richard: I need life advice.

Kelly, sipping Gatorade and eating cookie dough: You came to the right person.

#electric light orchestra #hugh mcdowell #jeff lynne #melvyn gale #bev bevan #mik kaminski #richard tandy #kelly groucutt

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trappergirl · 2 years

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hi baby can i have the ship questions for the leverage ot3 and the character questions for our king john doggett?

added the read more!!! ur welcome beloved mutuals ❤️

when i started shipping it if i did: well i knew about them when i started watching cause of you but. maybe it was the 12 step job that really solidified it for me. just those hugs at the end, and eliot and hardison pretend dating with the sole purpose of helping her. love that episode

my thoughts: soulmates. made for each other. never seen a more literal use of the hands/head/heart trope.

what makes me happy about them: they care about each other so much. they're all obsessed with each other's quirks. also, comedic value <3

what makes me sad about them: that it's not like, properly properly canon? u know i haven't seen the revival yet but. let hardison and eliot kiss in 2023, cowards

things done in fanfic that annoys me: don't think i've read enough fic to have anything

things i look for in fanfic: realistic eliot and parker dialogue? i imagine they're not so easy to write well

who i’d be comfortable them ending up with: eliot and parker can fight over who gets sophie when nate dies of alcohol poisoning

my happily ever after for them: aren't they already practically married lol. i think they should buy & move to a ranch together

who is the big spoon/little spoon: i don't think either of them (esp parker. she's less of a spoon & more of a weighted blanket) are quite used to sleeping with other people. too many levels of self defense that don't allow that. but i think it really depends on who needs what at the moment. they are nothing if not flexible

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: uhm. heists. duh. annoying the shit out of eliot because they know he won't bite :o)

❤️

all the people i ship romantically him: i'm not answering this one. iykyk. it'd do mulder some good if they got a quick hate fuck out on that oil rig, though

how i feel about this character: i love him so so much. no words for how much. begging for u to take my hand wreck my plans that's my man etc

my non-romantic otp: dana his friend dana <3 if they had met at school he'd leave valentine's in her locker

my unpopular opinion: i wholeheartedly believe this man is a homosexual

one thing i wish had happened in canon: he deserves more. like, in general. i just want him to be happy. give my man closure.

my otp: (o:

my cross over ship: he needs someone passionate, and stubborn as hell, and driven, and maybe in need of mellowing down. he has a soft spot for those who need protecting. he is such a gentleman. do with that what you will

a headcanon fact: he loooves classic rock. he's such a dad. he plays it loud (not loud enough to bother the neighbours of course, and not on a sunday, and not between 2 and 4) and sings along. he does air guitars and uses a spatula as a mic. van halen, journey, zeppelin, all of those.

#i might ask u to resend if i can't add a read more later lol. excellent choices thanks baby!#thank u for being the only other doggett understander in the world <3333 #mail #lily #txf #leverage

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essek-thelyss · 3 years

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I look around and then I quietly tiptoe over towards where Dorian is sleeping and just push him awake a little bit.

#critical role #exandria unlimited #criticalroleedit #critteredit #exuedit #cr spoilers #exu spoilers #dorian storm #dariax zaveon #doriax #robbie daymond #matt mercer #**#rel: back to back #exu #just spoon u cowards

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laurakinney · 4 years

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might fuck around and reread young avengers

#if for some reason u follow me and dont read comics #ya is (in my humble opinion) the best one go start by #its gay as fuck and its just them saying fuck the avengers for half of it #what more could u want #the original also spoon feeds most of the things about the context #so what r u waiting for cowards #maria please shut up i beg you

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library-of-ohara · 2 years

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"Throwing one last one in, it's pretty self indulgent. No, no not for me, for YOU. Yes, all you lovely writers! I wanna hear how you think your favorite character(s) cuddle (or "sleep in the same bed as" if you can't see them cuddling) their s/o! Scenario or headcanon, doesn't matter, I wanna hear how you think they cuddle! It can be anyone, I'm asking for YOUR faves. Take a moment to indulge lovelies"

requested by: @thegrandlinesimp written by: lemon (@eustasssimp) a/n: i took several moments to be so self indulgent with my favs thank u so much this was so good for my soul to write <3 also realized all my favs probably snore so loud

Eustass Kid, Thatch, Bartolomeo x GN reader

SFW tw: alc ment at the end of kid's Prompt: Sleeping in the same bed wc: 1.6k

Because of how late he tends to work in his workshop, it isn’t often that the two of you fall asleep together unless you wake up, see Kid isn’t in bed besides you, and drag him to bed yourself.

Despite his gruff, angry, egotistical and general bitch-ass exterior, ever since you got together he finds it hard to sleep without hearing your soft breathing next to him and feeling you next to him.

Side note- despite his tendency to get covered in grime and who tf knows what working in his workshop, he won’t sleep in bed without showering at least all the grime off and out of his hair. He is not risking having breakouts or some of the dirt/oil ruining his hair or bed sheets.

If he comes in and you’re asleep, he wouldn’t be the most careful trying not to wake you up, but he wouldn’t be as loud as he could be by any means. Kid wouldn’t be bothered by waking you up- if he does the worst you might do is grumble angrily then scooch as close as you can to him. It makes his heart swell with pride (and other emotions he’s pretending not to feel) feeling your arms around him and the way you get comfortable on his chest, even if it’s with the angry huff of being woken up.

If he can help it, the tulip wouldn’t fall asleep until he knows you’re asleep. There’s some soft indulgences he has that he doesn’t even want you seeing. When you fall asleep next to him, it’s with his arm around you and your head on his chest.

It took a while for him to get used to only having one arm and falling asleep with you, but he’s glad he at least has one to card his fingers through your hair while you sleep. He’d definitely judge if he saw any split ends, and would without reason talk to you about getting a hair trim or hair-care routine the next day.

Kid also tries to let you fall asleep first because he snores, and he knows how it annoys you based on how much you’d complain when you two first started sharing a bed. He’d grumble and deny it at first, but after seeing the bags that would form under a particularly restless night for you (and an undeniably restful night for him), he had half the heart to try and not just crash the second his head hit the pillow

If the both of you were up late partying, celebrating god knows what and getting drunk because hey you’re pirates, Kid is uncharacteristically good at getting you to bed without much trouble. Not only can he hold his liquor much better than you, but he’s used to getting his crew back from bars when they’ve all drunk their limit. He may be chaotic, brutish, and somewhat childish, but a captain takes care of his crew.

And, like a captain takes care of his crew, a boyfriend takes care of his partner. He’d grumble and complain about your giddy, smiley, easily distracted drunken state but can’t deny how fast his heart beats when you cling and cuddle up to him more freely in front of everyone. But, without fail he’d get you into bed and force you to have a glass of water before letting you pass out for the night.

One last thing: let him be the little spoon sometimes cowards

Cuddle-motherfucking-BUG

Thatch loves falling asleep after you, feeling the way you relax and lean further into him. He likes to read before bed, after he’s assured the lamplight won’t bother you of course, and having you tucked close to his side while he reads whatever romance novel has caught his attention this time is nothing short of a dream for him.

He’ll have a small smile on his face, unable to keep a hand from touching you, feeling you, reminding himself that this isn’t a dream, isn’t something from a romance novel, that he actually has you beside him. The chef would steal glances at you at every page turn, pulling you snug against him if you drifted away at all in your slumber

When he’s done reading, he swears the off click of his lamp has become one of his favorite sounds because after the lights are off, he gets to settle fully in bed next to you.

Thatch is accustomed to staying up late having to do things with the kitchen and preparing for the next day, and he has a bit of a bedtime routine to fully clean his hair, but there’s nothing he loves more than going to bed with you. He won’t read on especially late nights, opting instead just to spend more time cuddling before sleeping.

Beefy arms pulling you close to his chest, feeling the rumbling hum of satisfaction roll through him at the end of the day. “No better way to end the day than this, right sugar?”

Accompanied by a lot of little kisses, his hands love to wander and just feel you next to him. It’ll be a bit distracting at first, the way his hands would squeeze at the fat of your ass or thighs, or the way they’d dance along your sides, but eventually he settles and has his fill. When he does, the way the chef lightly traces patterns on your back or combs through your hair does wonders to lull you right to sleep.

He likes to fall asleep facing you, though he’ll roll to his back shortly after sleep takes him. But, until then, having his arms securely around you as he falls asleep is like a dream come true to him.

Thatch snores so loud. He knows it wakes you up sometimes, he feels bad about it, has tried to fix it (asked Marco to fix it 4 separate times even though he knows it’s not that kind of problem). So, to try and make up for it, he’ll always make sure you can sleep in.

He’s super careful not to wake you up when he has to get up at the crack of dawn to start breakfast, and will come check on you periodically throughout the morning to make sure you’re getting the sleep you need. If you grab after him in your sleep, or try to convince him to stay in bed at all if he wakes you up, Thatch has a very weak will when it comes to saying no to you.

The chef will always bring you tea or coffee to enjoy in bed, coupled with a caress to your knee and a tender kiss to your forehead, leaving you to a quiet morning by letting you know how long till breakfast is ready (he tells you 10 minutes if it’s really 15 so you can beat the morning rush of sleepy pirates)

Another cuddlebug to the max. Poor baby can’t decide if he’d rather hold you or be held, might go as far to make a schedule of who holds who each night to make sure he gets a good bit of both.

If he’s holding you, his arms are tight around you while his hands trace your skin with a touch so gentle, it caught you completely off guard at first. Barto can’t help but both want to hold you so tight that he could never let go, and treat you like the most treasured, fragile thing in the world. So, him holding you is a mix of soft touches and careful caresses while you’re held firmly to his chest.

He wouldn’t give you many kisses, always worried about his teeth, but would give you little headbutts or let his forehead rest against yours whenever there was an opportunity.

Barto is softer in bed with you than he is with you around other people. The privacy calms his nerves, he doesn’t have to worry about anyone giving you the wrong look or doing anything that makes him feel jealous. When it’s truly just you two, he indulges himself in your presence.

He can’t help falling asleep after you when he’s holding you, too entranced by you to fall asleep before you do. The rooster-head murmurs sweet nothings to you, a gentle finger tracing along your cheek as he lets his head rest against yours. Once you’re asleep, he’ll take in everything about you, falling asleep with flushed cheeks and watery eyes, unable to believe how lucky he is to sleep next to you.

If you’re holding him, his head is buried in your chest with no intention to leave any time soon. Barto loves feeling your hands trace the muscles of his back, brush through his hair, trace along the back of his neck. It sends shivers down his spine every time.

He’ll probably cry at least the first few times, if not every time you hold him. Feeling your arms around him, hearing your heart beating steadily in your chest, being able to press soft, careful kisses to your chest and neck as he feels your hands roam around his skin is overwhelming to him. He loves you so much, second to the Strawhats only, that it never ceases to amaze him that he managed to win your heart over

He’s used to being booed and jeered at, known far and wide as a general menace to society, so feeling the soft warmth of you holding him isn’t something he’d soon get used to

Barto would be worried about crushing you at first, he’s so generally big that how could he not worry, but once you assure him that no, you won’t be crushed by him laying on you, he only hesitates slightly before getting comfortable on your chest.

He falls asleep incredibly fast whenever you hold him, his snores softer than they are when you’re laying on him

#one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #one piece scenarios #one piece imagines #eustass captain kid #eustass kid x reader #kid x reader #eustass kid x you #kid x you #one piece thatch #thatch #thatch x reader #thatch x you #bartolomeo the cannibal #bartolomeo x reader #bartolomeo x you #lemon writes

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honklore · 3 years

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invisible string | dreamwastaken

(requested plot by red string of fate soulmate au, dream is still a streamer, reader has commitment issues, dream just wants someone to love, chat is the best wingman, sapnap and george try but they suck, reader is timid but dream makes them feel brave, taylor swift references, this is not very deep or poetic at all, i don’t like typing y/n so after this i’m going to move to ___)

listen to: invisible string by taylor swift

In kindergarten, red strings were simply a crafting tool, and teachers never mentioned how much pain they would eventually bring.

Because when they appear, from a child’s eighteenth birthday and beyond, they tighten like a godforsaken high school ring that came in one size too small. Like the universe is a child tugging their mother towards the ice cream truck, you’re pulled around central Florida, passes faces you can’t memorize and voices too garbled to hear.

The string knows where you need to go, and when.

And you’re at the park, feeding ducks and trying to ignore that incessant pull that tugs at your pinky, when you hear it.

It’s a voice you know only because it’s a voice that’s been in your house before. At least, through your brother’s tablet screen. Some gamer online — a streamer, with a distinct wheezing laugh that you’d recognize anywhere.

And you do. Behind you.

You risk a small peak, and your heart drops into your chest. He’s tall. Too tall to not intimidate you. And his sandy hair is wavy, curling at the collar of his sweatshirt, falling perfectly into place when he runs his hands through it. When he does, you see it, the red string.

Which means he could see it too. All he’d have to do is turn around.

But you’re not ready. You haven’t been, not since you watched your cousin get rejected on her eighteenth birthday. Since you watched a string of fate get clipped in front of you, like the three fates had finally had enough of your cousin’s happiness.

It was enough to make you curl into yourself, and reject the natural pull set before you. So you run, and you try not to think of what would’ve happened if he saw you before you saw him. You try not to feel the clippers, but the blade feels tangible against your skin.

You don’t stop running until you arrive home.

“Hey chat, just wanted to do a few practice runs and catch up with you guys,” Dream mumbles into the mic, already restarting his game after deciding he didn’t like his seed. The donos begin rolling in, even before Sapnap and George have unmuted, so Dream flits his eyes to the display screen, subconsciously reading along with the text-to-speech voice, “Dream, what if we shared a string of fate? Ahaha, just kidding... unless... love you bestie.”

Dream chuckles, “Actually chat, I felt a tug today! Isn’t that weird? I was actually reading up on what that could mean, and it seems like either my soulmate is in a lot of distress, or they were in my vicinity. I’m hoping, for their sake, it’s the second one. How would you even comfort a soulmate if all you can do is tug on a stupid string?”

“Simp!” George finally unmutes just to be annoying, and Dream knows soulmates are a touchy spot for him, considering he wasn’t given a string on his eighteenth. Which is strange, but not impossible. Of course, chat doesn’t know this, because it would give them more hope of becoming George’s metaphorical soulmate, but it certainly makes for awkward conversations once Dream and Sapnap get into their own soulmate bonds.

“I’m not simping, George!” Dream feels a bit defensive, because he’s genuinely just curious. He has no interest in meeting his soulmate right now. At least, that’s what he tells himself. He has his streams, and his friends, and chat. He’s fine.

[abbywastaken donated $10: dream why don’t you go back to where you felt the pull and see if you feel it again? that’s how i found my soulmate. okay luv u bye.]

“Thanks, Abby. Love you, too. Um, honestly I was in a pretty public place, so I don’t know if they would even come back anytime soon. Also, this is Orlando, right? Tourists are everywhere.”

Sapnap snorts, and Dream thinks it’s funny, since he’s in the other room. “Just say you’re a coward and go.”

“I’m not!” Dream says. “It was just a small pull, okay? It wasn’t even a big deal.”

He feels another lurch when he says that, but this one is in his chest. It taps against his heart, a quick reminder that it beats for someone else, and he needs to watch his words. “Okay, it was a big deal. Sort of. I’ll go tomorrow, okay chat?”

Chat is spamming all types of messages, from encouragement to jealousy. Dream manages to read off a few donos and create his first nether portal of the stream. He answers as they appear, eyes scanning for a fortress. “No, I didn’t see them… I’m not telling you guys where I was, that’s weird… I’m wearing a sweatshirt and jeans… Hi, Sarah and Patrick…”

He trails off as the donos do, and works at getting blaze rods. George is talking about a riddle he just learned, and he’s trying to trick Sapnap into saying something stupid.

Lost in his own thoughts, he finally closes the stream after a hasty goodbye. “What if I missed my chance?” He asks the two boys on the other line.

“It’s a string of fate, Dream,” George says. “You didn’t miss your chance.”

“Maybe they saw how ugly you are and ran away,” Sapnap says, completely joking, but the thought lingers in Dream’s head.

Did they feel the tug, and run away?

You pour cereal for yourself, and when your brother shuffles into the kitchen, you make him a bowl as well.

He’s eleven, and as little brothers go, he’s pretty chill. Aside from the inappropriate jokes and hogging the bathroom when you have to get ready for work, you like hanging around with him.

You pass him his bowl, and he grins. “I’m gonna watch Dream’s new video on the TV, since mom’s not home.”

You furrow your brows. Dream must be one of the dozens of streamers he likes. Maybe one of his friends will be in chat with him, and you will be able to connect a voice to a face. “Can I sit with you?”

He gives you an odd look, and it’s true, you don’t ask to watch videos with him often. “I guess.”

You eat a spoonful of cereal and settle into the couch while he gets everything ready. He clicks on a lime green icon of a little white blob man, and when the first video appears, you’re taken aback by the voice.

That’s the voice you heard. It’s this one, out of all the random men yelling about a block game. It’s Dream.

“Why doesn’t he show his face?” You manage, wanting information about the person that shares your string.

“What?”

“Like, he’s handsome, right? Why doesn’t he have a facecam?”

Your brother snorts. “Handsome? He’s never shown his face, Y/n. Don’t you know who Dream is? He’s like, super famous.”

“Oh.” You think of his golden hair, as sunny and soft as the glow around his entire being. His voice right now, joyous as he gets chased by his friends. “I mean, I don’t keep up with streamers.”

He begins to explain Dream and his friends, along with lore in their role play server, and it’s all interesting enough that you sit and listen, holding on to the little bits of information you can collect about your soulmate.

You file these facts in a secluded corner of your brain and try to make a whole person, along with the hair and the laugh and the intense music he plays as he gets hunted by his friends.

By nightfall, you’re following all of his socials and binge-watching his old streams, holding on to the way he speaks to his friends, and the fond way he replies to donos.

[dreamwastaken is live!]

You click on it, bundled underneath your covers as if someone might see you and find out your secret.

“Hi, chat! I know I was just live yesterday, but I cut it too short and wanted to come talk to you guys.”

He uses his avatar to wave at the screen, and it’s kind of an adorable sight.

[gogysimp donated $25: did you go see your soulmate?]

Your heart stops. Does he know? Did he see you? Or even worse, has he already found someone else, and he just hasn’t severed the tie?

“No!” Dream’s laugh pulls you out of your worries. “I was busy with meetings today, actually. And I was too nervous. Sapnap also refused to come with me, so I’m just going to go another day.”

So he didn’t see you. He just knows you were there.

You click the donate tab before you can stop yourself.

[y/n donated $1: would you reject your soulmate if you didn’t like them?]

Dream mumbles the question, and you try to ignore the way your heart deflates when he skips saying your name. “I don’t think so,” he states plainly. “I mean, logically, a soulmate would be your other half, so I wouldn’t not like them. But I know some people just don’t click, or there are other issues. So, I don’t know. I guess the only thing I can say is that I don’t want to reject them. And I hope they don’t reject me. I mean, imagine finding out your soulmate is a Minecraft Youtuber. That would be pretty weird…”

You giggle to yourself as he trails off and answers another donation. So he’s against rejection. Okay. Maybe you have a chance.

[kyra donated $60: i’m your soulmate.]

“Meet me where you felt the tug, then,” Dream says sassily. “Chat, don’t be weird, okay? I can’t control who my soulmate is, and I don’t want you guys to exclude them if they become a pat of my life.”

Oh, you think. So his chat is vocal about their opinions, and apparently they mean a lot to him. You shiver despite your warm position and imagine how annoying you might seem to his loyal viewers: someone who only knew about him because of their brother.

Insecurity pushes against your chest, so you close the stream and push your phone away, hoping to forget this ever happened, that maybe you won’t have to deal with the inevitable if you don’t think about it.

Yogurt Barn isn’t the first place on your list of dream jobs, but it has decent pay and helps you pay off student loans, so you appreciate it nonetheless. The teal sweatshirt they gave you as a uniform keeps you warm as you scoop the frozen treats.

Your coworker, a girl named Madison, is busy manning the counter, so you check each flavor and refill the ones running empty.

“Can I ask you a question?” Madison met her soulmate, Anna, only days after she got her string. It was a textbook romance, two people meant for each other, no doubt in anyone’s mind. She might be able to help you now. That is, if you can even admit to who your soulmate is.

“What’s up?”

“I felt the tug,” you say, avoiding her eyes in favor of restacking the medium cups.

“No way!” Madison is perky in a way that makes you want to be included. You like this about her. “Did you see them? Did you talk to them?”

“He—” You want to say that the part of him you saw was perfect, enough to keep you up when you should be dreaming. But reality is nothing if not disappointing. “I ran.”

“Y/n…” Madison gives you a stern look — like a mother finding out their child didn’t defrost the chicken in time. “Why would you run?”

“I don’t want to be rejected.” The magenta swirls painted onto the walls are a stark change to the clay sidewalks of the strip mall. “And before you say he wouldn’t… It’s happened to my cousin. It’s possible.”

Madison frowns. “But that can’t be the only reason, right? I mean, we all know someone who has been rejected. It’s usually not the end of the world for them.”

“He’s a famous streamer,” you blurt, and you’re thankful the shop is as empty as it is. Just the words themselves sound fake.

Madison snorts. “Like, gaming? That’s what’s holding you back? He’s a gamer?”

“I don’t care that he’s a gamer!” You hiss. “I care that he has a loyal fanbase who more than likely all want to be his soulmate!”

“You can’t say that for certain,” Madison says. “I mean, everyone knows about the soulmate system. If you watch someone and don’t feel the pull, you know they aren’t your soulmate, right? So why wouldn’t they accept you?”

“I don’t know,” you say. “I’m just scared. I mean, he’s got this huge following and everything and I’m just me. I work in a yogurt shop for goodness’ sake.”

You head into the back to grab more cups, and the bell rings, signaling a new customer.

“Welcome to Yogurt Barn, what can I get for you?” Madison’s customer service voice pricks your ears.

You sift through the boxes to find the smaller cups and listen to the customer’s order. “Can I have a strawberry cone?”

Your string pulls, that same familiar voice filling your head, not on the screen but once again just a few feet away. He’s infiltrating your life, so close you could reach out and touch him, but it’s such a terrifying thought that you set down the cups.

You tear off your apron, and run into the break room to grab a water and calm yourself down.

It’s ten minutes before Madison comes back to find you. “Hey, are you okay? You disappeared.”

You take a deep breath and stare at the poster on the wall. It’s brightly colored, with a walking yogurt cup waving and reminding employees to wash their hands before scooping. “That was him. The guy— the pull— Dream— I can’t— Does he know? Is he following me?”

“It’s okay,” Madison runs her hand down your back. “It’s okay. He isn’t following you. When the pull starts it tends to draw the couple together until they meet. He probably doesn’t know it’s you.”

You nod and take your breaths in gulps. “Okay. Yeah, you’re right. You’re right.”

“Why don’t you go home early, okay?”

Dream is live again.

Fresh out of the shower, you pull a t-shirt over your body and burrow into your blankets. Earbuds in, you try to focus on the sound of his voice, ignoring every ounce of anxiety that’s been riddling your mind.

“Hi, chat. I’m gonna practice speed runs again. I think George is joining soon.”

You open the chat and scroll through the emotes, clicking the ones you like and sending them, just to calm yourself down.

[kylo donated $5: did you find your soulmate?]

Dream laughs. The sound makes your chest tighten with longing. Your fingers ache. “Actually, I went to the place I felt the pull again. I dunno what I was expecting, but they didn’t show up. But after that, I was running some errands and I felt it, chat! I felt the pull again.”

He trails off while his character starts to look for a lava pool. “I feel discouraged but I don’t want to like, chase them, you know? I don’t want to scare them off.”

You click the donation tab again.

[y/n donated $1: maybe your soulmate heard your voice and got scared of you because they watch your videos.]

It’s not the total truth, but it might help him sleep better. You don’t want him to feel discouraged, but you can’t bring yourself to follow the pull.

“That could be a possibility…” Dream crafts a portal and sends his character through. “But I wish I could talk to them. I wish I could tell them that it’s okay. Like, we don’t have to rush into anything.”

[y/n donated $1: They probably wish they could talk to you too]

“Thanks, Y/n.” He sucks in a breath as soon as he says your name. The Minecraft pause screen appears and the sound of a discord call can be heard.

Your heart pounds in your chest. Something about him saying your name just solidified everything. Your arms feel hot and cold all at once, like you’ve just been thrown in a frozen lake. He has to be feeling it too.

“Chat, I gotta go, okay? I’ll try to stream again soon.”

“Hello?” A sleepy voice comes in through Dream’s earbuds.

“George! Their name is Y/n!” Dream is so excited, his voice raising a few octaves as he talks. “Someone donated with that name and I felt like, super weird. I didn’t feel it until I said the name out loud.”

“That’s crazy,” George says, monotone but supportive. “Do you think the dono is actually them?”

“I don’t know,” Dream scrolls through their past donos and quickly screenshots each one. “I mean, they definitely could be.”

He shares the pictures in their group chat.

George hums. “It sounds like they’re trying to tell you how they feel without admitting that it’s them. Where did you say you felt a pull?”

“At the park, and at the yogurt shop down the road.”

“So go there again. Maybe all they need is a little courage. If you feel the pull this time, you should follow it.”

Dream thinks about it for a moment before finally agreeing. He changes the subject to their next jackbox stream, and George is now happily talking about how they’re going to team up against Sapnap.

He goes into Sapnap’s room that night. He sits on his desk chair while Sapnap sits cross legged on his bed, scrolling through his phone. “Do you wanna get frozen yogurt tomorrow? My treat.”

“Hell yeah!”

The new strawberry-lemonade custard is a hit. Not only are the colors aesthetically pleasing for the teenagers who want a nice snapchat story, but there was a promotional coupon in the mail that has people lining up to the door.

“It’s not even that good,” you tell Madison while the two of you are on break. You’re both using a sample spoon to try out the new summer flavors, and in your opinion, strawberry-lemonade isn’t even the best one. “Blood orange is better.”

Madison wrinkles her nose. “No, blue raspberry is best.”

“It’s sour, though,” you say.

“Guys! Break’s over and you’ve got a line!” Your manager stares disapprovingly at the cups of custard the both of you are indulging in.

“We’re coming.” You toss the cup into the trash and walk out, scratching at the sudden itch on your pinky finger.

Pulling on your gloves, you grab a scoop and address the first customer, “Welcome to Yogurt Barn.”

“Hi!”

You still like you’ve been caught stealing on camera. You look up, hand clutching the scoop so tightly you can feel the cold steel through your gloves.

It’s Dream.

It’s him. He’s tall, and his hair is a sunshine blond, dark at the roots and curling beneath his ears. And his freckles… little spots all across his cheeks so endearing that you get a little distracted staring at them.

Then he’s talking, and you have to focus on his jade-green eyes, not his lips, which are a warm pink. “It’s you.”

You blink. Fear strikes your spine and you drop the scoop. “I gotta go.”

“Wait!” Dream calls, just as Madison shouts your name.

You exit out the back door again. Your heart is pounding against your chest, ribs expanding, and all you can hear is the sound of your name coming out of his lips, just last night through a screen.

“Y/n?” Only it’s in front of you, a few feet away, and he’s searching your eyes for any reassurance that you won’t run away again. That you won’t reject him. “That’s your name right?” He keeps talking, a nervous smile flitting across his face. “The donos? That was you?”

You can see the string now, red and blaring, tightening with each step Dream takes. It’s signing off your fate, for better or for worse, and you can’t fathom why he’s trying so hard, why he cares so much.

It’s hot in Florida but you feel cold, chilled to the bone. You straighten up. You figure you owe it to him to look up in the eye.

He leaves you breathless, eyes shining in the sun. “It was me,” you say. “You’re Dream.”

“Clay, actually,” he says. His smile widens, and it’s magnificently bold. He’s triumphant, just from your reply, and that alone gives you the slightest bit of hope.

“Clay,” you say. “I’m— I’m not— I don’t know if I’m ready.”

“You don’t have to be.” Clay is quick to reply, hands open and palms up. It’s a complete surrender — putting it all in your hands. “We don’t have to announce it. We don’t have to be anything at all, if you need time. But I would like to be your friend. If— If that’s okay.”

But you want to be close to him. The draw of your strings pulling each other closer and closer makes you want to wrap your arms around him. If he hasn’t rejected you, maybe you can do this. “I– I want to be more than friends, but I’m terrified of you rejecting me. I’m afraid of the string getting cut.”

Clay set his brows, “I won’t let that happen. We’re connected. Fate, ya know?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, and it’s a sigh of relief. “Okay. Maybe I’ll give you my number?”

“I’ll give you mine!” Clay is animated, holding out his hand for your phone. “That way you can text me when you’re ready.”

The red string shines like gold in the Florida sun, and when your fingertips brush, it burns with a satisfying warmth.

#dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken fluff #dreamwastaken fanfic #dreamwastaken x you #mcyt au #dreamwastaken au #mcyt x reader #mcyt fluff

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mxbeezkneez · 3 years

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Graveyard Companions

Chapter 2: i'm coming back from the dead, and i'll take you home with me

Link to ao3: x

Warnings: Blood, Minor Injury, Cursing

Fandoms: The Addams Family

Relationships: Gomez Addams/Morticia Addams, Gomez Addams/Morticia Addams/Reader, Gomez Addams/Reader, Morticia Addams/Reader

Tags: Vampire, Vampire Turning, Human/Vampire Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Married Couple, Blood, Polyamory, Eventual Romance, Eventual Relationship, Pre Relationship, Cursing

Summery: “I’m a vampire… a goddamn vampire,” you whisper.You wake up in the living room of a gothic house, and are told you were found unconscious in a graveyard. They claim you are a vampire. As crazy as it is, you can't help but start to trust the couple who found you.

Chapter notes: hi i'm back! i started thinking about the addams family, and well my interest in vampires didn't rlly diminish much... this chapter's pretty long, so i hope you enjoy! i apologize if my french or spanish is bad, i don't speak french, and i only speak a bit of spanish! i actually have like a whole plot n stuff planned, so i'm pretty hyped for this fic! hope u like it! :) (the title is from it's not a fashion statement, it's a fucking death wish by my chemical romance)

You wake up to a loud bang, bolting straight up out of bed. “What the hell?”

You rub your eyes before slipping out of bed. The night before feels very far away, almost unreal, but being in this room confirms your memories. You’re staying in the Addams’ house and are… a vampire. You take a slow breath before grabbing new clothing. You find a pair of black pants to match a dark sweater. While near the dresser, you look out of the room’s window. It’s dark outside, the sky a navy blue sprinkled with stars. The graveyard behind the house is illuminated by the moon shining over it.

You leave your room, deciding to try and find the living room once again. You wander through the halls before finding it. Inside you find Wednesday, the small girl, playing with a younger blond boy. She’s talking to him while holding a headless doll in her arms. You walk farther into the room, stepping on a squeaky board, alerting the children of your presence.

They both turn their heads to stare at you. You nervously chuckle.

Wednesday points at you, “That’s (y/n),” she tells the boy, “I heard father say they’re a vampire.”

“Wow really?” the boy exclaims, “Is it true? Do you drink blood?”

“Um,” you stammer, “Well, I am a vampire, but I haven’t been one very long so- no I haven’t drank any blood. Uh… what’s your name again?”

“I’m Pugsley,” he reaches over and offers his hand.

You shake it, “Well, nice to meet you Pugsley. What are you guys up to?”

“We’re playing the French Revolution,” Wednesday answers flatly.

You chuckle, “Huh. I mean I guess it was an exciting time. Who’s your doll there?” you point to the headless doll in her hands. To be honest, the beheaded doll was very unnerving, but the children themselves seemed nice enough, so you push your nerves to the side.

“Marie Antoinette” she says matter of factly.

“Oh,” you pause, “Explains the lack of head I guess.”

You stand there awkwardly for a moment, unsure of how to exit the conversation. “Do either of you know where your parents are?” you ask.

“I saw them in the dining room earlier. Uncle Fester was there, but I think he went upstairs to play with his dynomite caps,” Pugsley replies. Uncle Fester? Dynomite caps? There’s too much to unpack there, so instead you decide to find Gomez and Morticia.

“Okay, thanks.”

You head out the door, realizing you have no idea where the dining room is. You go to turn back, but the children are playing animatedly and you don’t want to interrupt, so instead you look for it yourself.

You find the dining room, and sure enough, Gomez and Mortica are seated next to each other at a long table. You walk over and take a seat near them.

“(Y/n)! How’d you sleep?” Gomez greets you.

“Like the dead,” you say flatly. A second later what you’ve said hits you and you blink slowly, “I mean, I slept well, thanks.”

“You did seem rather tired last night,” Morticia remarks, “I’m glad you got some rest.”

“Wait, did I sleep through an entire day?” you ask.

“Yes, though we did tell Lurch not to disturb you,” she answers, “We thought you needed the sleep. How are you feeling?”

“I feel…” you take a moment to survey yourself, “I feel okay. I think if anything I feel a little hungry.”

“We can get that squared away! Mama makes the best yak stew.” Gomez springs from his chair and over to a rope hanging from the ceiling. Remembering last night, you brace for a loud noise. Sure enough, once he pulls it, the house shakes as the ringing travels through the house.

“You rang,” Lurch grumbles.

“Yes Lurch, a bowl of yak stew for our guest!” Lurch groans and exits.

“Thank you,” you tell them, “You’ve both been very hospitable, I’m thankful you were the ones that found me.” You feel sincerity in that statement, you were not only grateful for their help, but another part of you has some feeling when you’re near them. You’re not sure what the feeling is, though you can confidently say you didn’t mind the couple, or hell, the weird household in general. Even if it is kooky, you can’t say you’re not charmed by their life.

Lurch comes back with a silver platter that he sets on the table. On it is a bowl of stew that he places in front of you.

“Thanks,” you say, before grabbing the spoon and looking back at the meal. Lurch takes his leave. You’re unsure about eating yak, but you are also hungry and the stew looks fairly appetizing. You take a scoop and put it in your mouth, surprised not only by the flavor of the soup, but also the feeling of chewing. It’s like you can feel your canines rip through the meat faster than before. In the time where you’ve been thinking, it’s completely slipped your mind that you probably have fangs now. That you’ve changed.

“This is- this is actually really good,” you remark.

“I told you, Mama is a culinary genius! Nothing beats her yak stew!” Gomez gleams.

You smile at Gomez. Something about him just makes you want to smile in a soft admission of admiration.

You turn your attention back to the stew, eating it quickly until there is nothing left.

“I’m glad you enjoyed Mama’s cooking,” Morticia smiles, “I’ll have to tell her you enjoyed it. It’s not very often she gets to feed guests.”

“It is very odd, usually most people never come back after eating her food… I can’t imagine why…” Gomez says with a puzzled expression on his face. You chuckle. You notice that you find yourself enjoying the Addams’ company immensely. A part of you feels sad that you will eventually have to leave.

“Ah, c'est la vie (that’s life) ,” Morticia remarks.

“Tish!” Gomez’s head swivels quickly to face her, “That’s French!” he exclaims, grabbing her arm. He begins to kiss it, from her hand to her shoulder, though is interrupted by Morticia, “Darling. We have company. Later,” she says with a sly grin. Gomez raises his head to meet her eyes, a dazed look on his face. “Later.” he remarks, before finding himself back in his seat, “So, Hester, any plans for the night?” he asks casually.

“Um…” you stutter, flustered by the show of passion from the man sitting across from you, “I- I don’t really know… I mean, I’m a vampire now so- does that mean I have to act like one too? I’ve never been in a situation like this, I don’t really know what to do,” you admit, staring at your hands. You look up towards Morticia, “Didn’t you mention you’ve known vampires before? Could you maybe help me?”

“Of course, darling.” Morticia says, “Why don’t we talk in the living room? If you’re alright with it, the children would enjoy listening, they are curious creatures.”

“Yeah, that’s alright. They asked me a question or two when I ran into them earlier. I don’t blame them for being curious,”

“Pugsley’s been very interested in nonhuman creatures lately, ever since that run in with that werewolf he’s been wanting to know more. Wednesday’s been teaching him some things, she’s always had a firm grasp on certain folklore!” Gomez said proudly.

The three of you walked to the living room and sat down, them on the couch, and you in a chair facing them. The children were still in the room, sitting on the floor. You fidget with your hands nervously. “So, do I have superpowers or anything now?” you half-heartedly joke.

“Vampires have very fast healing capabilities,” Wednesday states, “They are very difficult to kill, they must be stabbed with a stake to the heart or decapitated.”

“Very good Wednesday,” Morticia smiles.

“Huh,” you respond, “Alright, that’s not too bad.”

“There are certain weaknesses that should be mentioned, such as sunlight, garlic, crucifixes and running water.” Morticia adds.

“Wait I can’t eat garlic anymore?” you ask, “That kinda sucks, huh.”

“Well technically you can eat anything if you try hard enough,” Gomez says offhandedly.

Morticia cocks an eyebrow at him and sighs, “It’s not so much deadly, it’s more like a food allergy.”

“So I can still eat things with garlic in it?” you double check.

“As long as you aren’t a coward!” Gomez says enthusiastically.

You let out a laugh at Gomez. Wednesday is rolling her eyes, though Morticia just keeps looking at him lovingly. For a moment you forget about the obvious question hanging in the air.

“So…” you start, “I have to drink blood now?” you ask nervously.

“Yes, all vampires must ingest blood to keep themselves alive,” Morticia says, “You’ve got to be hungry by now I imagine,”

“Yeah… but I just ate.” you reply.

“You can still eat food, it just will never fill you. In order not to starve you have to drink blood.” she explains.

You look down at your shaking hands. Everything before now had felt unreal, but this? The seriousness in her voice is making everything too real for you. How could you possibly do that to someone?

“I- I don’t know if I can do that…” you voice shakes, “I mean- how… how could I?”

“Children,” Morticia addresses them, “Why don’t you go play with Uncle Fester while we talk with Hester.”

“Awwww, do we have to?” Pugsley complains.

“A vampire’s eating habits are quite personal Pugsley. I’m afraid so.”

“Alright,” he sighs and follows Wednesday out of the room.

“If you need help procuring someone, you just have to ask. Gomez and I would of course be willing to provide.”

“Provide…?”

“Bodies of course.” Gomez affirms.

“Human bodies,” you repeat, your mind reeling. You had noticed the family was quite odd, even creepy at times, but what they were offering? It sounded too close to murder. You suddenly become very aware of where you are: in a strange house with strangers. Your hands become clammy.

“Is everything alright darling?” you hear Morticia ask. Your throat swells up. You try to force words out, but nothing will leave you lips, leaving you in what is now panic. Finally something spills out, “You can’t kill people for me! You- you can’t!” you sputter out.

“Kill people?” Gomez repeats, “Why we’d bring them alive of course.”

You let out a breath, “Okay, alive. I mean- I just still don’t think I can…”

“Well I suppose there is another option,” Gomez adds.

“What? What is it?” you ask, hopeful.

“Animal blood! It doesn’t work as well, but it’ll do in a pinch.” he explains.

You perk up, “I can do that. That works.” you feel relief.

“Should we make some arrangements? The children could fetch some for tonight.” Morticia asks.

“You have been so kind, really. I would appreciate it, at least for tonight. Tomorrow I’ll work on leaving, I’ve been here long enough.”

“It’s been our pleasure,” Gomez responds, lighting a cigar, “It’s been so long since we’ve had guests.

“Well you certainly are great hosts,” you smile. Despite your situation, you’ve found yourself fairly comfortable here.

“Thank you,” Morticia says, “Now, we ought to ring for Lurch to get some blood. I’m sure the children would love to accompany him.” As she reaches for the bell, you ready yourself for the loud ring. Lurch walks in, “You rang?”

“Yes Lurch, could you gather the children and find some animal blood for our guest here?”

“Yes, Mrs. Addams,” he drawls. He leaves the room in search of the children. A quiet silence falls over the room. Deciding to strike up conversation, you pipe up a question, “So, when did you two meet?”

“Oh, on the best day of my life,” Gomez grins proudly,

“We met at a funeral,” Mortica explains, “It was a lovely day. Grey clouds filled the sky, thunder rolling in the distance.”

“Oh cara mia, I remember it like it was yesterday, our eyes meeting over the coffin,” Gomez starts, “I swear the whole funeral party had to be half as enchanted with you as I had been.” You notice the two of them becoming more enveloped in their memories of each other. You can’t help but smile at how truly in love they are, even if that love meant that you would sit there awkwardly wondering if they were going to just make out in front of you.

“Oh mon cher, you are as charming as you were back then.”

Gomez’s eyes dart up, “Tish! That’s French!” He grabs her arm and starts kissing it.

“Gomez darling,” she warns, “Later.”

He looks up dazed, “Oh yes, our guest. Where were we?” he asks.

“I think you’ve answered my question,” you smile awkwardly.

“Do you have anyone special back home?” Morticia asks politely.

“Well…” you begin to explain“There is this one guy, my roomate, I guess… but I don’t think he likes me like that.” you explain.

“Tiene que estar loco si no le gusta, eres muy guapo. (He must be crazy if he doesn’t like you, you are very handsome.) ” Gomez comments under his breath. You feel your face heat up. He must not know you speak Spanish, judging by how offhandedly he said it. You look over to Morticia who nods ever so slightly, making you even more flustered.

“Uh… gracias, pero… sabes que hablo Español, sí? (Uh… thank you, but… you know I can speak Spanish, yes?) ” you ask. Gomez’s hand, which was placed on Morticia’s knee, now grips it somewhat tightly. Morticia looks over to him in curiosity. His face seems flushed.

“¿Comprendes lo que yo digo? (You understand what I’m saying?) ” he asks tentatively.

“Sí, aprendí a hablar en Español en la escuela. (Yes, I learned to speak in Spanish in school.) ”

“Oh,” a breath leaves his mouth. His eyes keep darting back and forth like he doesn’t know what to do. You can tell his weight has registered onto the balls of his chair like he is about to leap off his seat, but something is keeping him grounded. You look back at Morticia, who seems about as intrigued as you. A heavy silence fell over the room as everyone sat on edge.

Breaking the awkward scene, Lurch walks in with heavy footsteps holding a platter, “Your blood.”

He sets the platter down on the table, removing the lid. On the platter is a wine glass with a dark red liquid in it. As soon as you see the glass you can smell it, the blood. Rather than smelling rancid, the metallic scent smelled like everything you could ever want. You quickly grab the glass with both hands and hold it up to your lips, gulping down the liquid. The taste of it floods your mouth, though some of it dribbles down to your chin as you frantically consume it. You drink the last drop and set down the glass, looking up.

“Shit,” you curse under your breath. You wipe off your chin with the back of your sleeve. “Sorry, I- I don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s quite alright,” Morticia affirms, “You’ve just been turned, I’m surprised you’ve gone this long without blood… well I guess there was last night.” You wince at the mention of that encounter. Trying to change the subject, you ask, “What happens if I can’t get blood?”

“Well, either you go to any length to get it out of pure hunger, or if you don’t, you die,” Morticia explains, “So it’s best you feed regularly.”

“So is that why I…” you try to think of a way to phrase it, “Why I don’t feel much restraint when I see blood?”

“Yes, though you’ll get more constraint as it goes on.”

“Oh, okay. By the way, I’m not keeping you up, am I? It has to be pretty late. I mean, I guess I’m already a night owl, so this isn’t too unusual for me, but you two probably should sleep, right?” you ask.

“If you don’t mind, I would like to get some sleep. Perhaps tomorrow if you plan on leaving, we can help you get back?” she asks.

“Yeah, that’d be great. And of course, go get some sleep. I’ll just hang out for a bit.” you say, putting on a small smile.

“Alright, good night then,” Mortica says.

“Goodnight Hester.” Gomez says.

“Goodnight.”

You stay in the living room much longer after they leave, lost in your thoughts. The weight of your new life- or death has started to sink in. Your mind drifts to drinking the blood earlier. The feeling of it had been great, though immediately after your chest felt heavy. You don’t suppose it has anything to do with your newfound changes. No, instead you recognize the feeling as the weight of your guilt.

You can’t help but wonder what kind of creature feeds off the life force of others. You try to reason with yourself by saying it’s like eating animals, yet you can’t accept the notion. This had felt different. Looking back to having Morticia’s blood makes your face flush, but you can’t also help but notice the difference from tonight. While the animal blood was good, and mostly filling, Morticia’s blood, human blood, brought a type of euphoria.

You didn’t need Morticia to spell it out for you. Using animal blood works as a substitute, but you know deep down you are now meant to feed on humans. The realization hits you as you think that. You are no longer human. On this thought your heart aches. What does this make you. Confused? Scared? Yes, those both applied. You feel lost.

You feel anxious thinking about going home tomorrow. Going home means it’s real. It means you have to face your roommate who you’re in love with and somehow not let him know you’re a vampire. You let out a huff. God, how are you supposed to do this? You take a small amount of solace knowing you have the Addam’s help. You’re glad they’ll help you get back home, you don’t think you could do it alone. You know even if you never speak to them again, their impact will be left on you forever.

You get up off the couch, deciding to go to sleep. You trudge to your room and plop onto the bed with a sigh. Eventually you drift off to sleep.

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panevanbuckley · 3 years

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hi bestie I heard u don't mind asks and I randomly got into casmund and it's been my most favorite thing to think about their marriage, but idk where to put my love so I hope you enjoy this 😩😩😩 lmao I'm so sorry tbh

like just imagine the amount of times one of them comes back to their quarters all exasperated, Edmund bursts through the door like, u will NOT believe the face of the guy Susan is considering marrying, and she's only doing it to form an alliance. and he rambles on to Caspian about it and they have late afternoon tea on the balcony, now genuinely discussing it and downright psychoanalyzing Susan.

"Susan - in her infinite wisdom - tends to plan her every step, ten steps ahead if she can. But you, Peter and Lucy, you're all pretty... You've been known to make rash decisions."

Caspian used to hold back with his criticisms for his brother and sisters in law, careful not to accidentally cross a line, but now he knows Edmund wants to hear his thoughts, even if his judgments are harsh. They aren't harsh today though and he speaks gently. "Might be she feels she stands out."

Edmund has assumed the position of a tired man catching a long overdue break, leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees and only tilting his head to watch his husband talk.

"Ah, so she's being stupid on purpose."

Caspian laughs softly. "Although, yes, actually. I think she might be."

"What, seriously?" Edmund asks incredulously, reaching over to see if Caspian's tea cup is empty and making motion to fill it up.

"Well, when shit gets real, the three of you may as well race each other; who will offer to sacrifice themselves first. Susan doesn't do that, not usually, right? Her instinct is to take a step back, think it through, look at the situation globally. Someone who can't see her virtues, like she herself, could mistake her for something of a coward."

"Besides," Caspian continues when Edmund only huhs and stirs his tea with a spoonful of honey, "from what you tell me, she changed the least. Lucy's more serious when she needs to be, Peter's better at listening, you're you. Obviously the best sibling."

Naturally, Edmund needs to make sure he's sweetened the tea enough so he dips his middle finger in a licks it ostentatiously.

"Aw, Eddie. I'm not just stroking your ego." Caspian smiles, about to stroke Eddie's ego more. "No one can piece together a lost cause quite like you do."

At that, Edmund blushes boyishly, looking at Caspian through his lashes. "Thanks." But even more so than the compliment, he relishes Caspian's insight. He can always rely on his siblings but there's nothing as relieving as bitching about problems to his husband who's the only man to always know what to say, even when he doesn't.

ASHJSK- BABE! OH. MY. GOD.

I'm fine.... I'm so okay right now. not a puddle on the floor at all. nope.

okay, but seriously, the line 'Edmund has assumed the position of a tired man catching a long overdue break, leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees and only tilting his head to watch his husband talk.' is now single-handedly the cause of my death. because, I mean, I saw the ask. I saw you say 'their marriage'. but I was NOT prepared. something about 'to watch his husband' has absolutely SENT me into an emotional, fluffy pit of feels!!

this entire ask is pure gold and I am absolutely on board with you directing your casmund love this way because I have nobody to rant to about them and they literally own my whole dumb heart (along with, like, five other ships atm but it's whatever).

I absolutely adore the idea of Edmund pouring Caspian more tea, the two of them bitching about anyone and everyone (yes, even family members!) with each other. but also them trying to understand Susan's actions, still worrying over her even if she's being stupid or doing something they disagree with. that's real family love right there and I'm here for it!

we will not talk about Caspian calling Edmund 'Eddie' and how that's is so freaking adorable (and also how I've just realised that I have a strange, unintentional, love for characters called Eddie because what?! seriously, out of any characters, there's like 6 in my top 10 that can be nicknamed Eddie and that's sort of freaking me out right now!)

you should so write fics! especially of married casmund!! that's something I've ben craving since I discovered this ship, just some pure, married fluff, but I can't seem to find many fics that aren't angsty and break my heart at the end 😭

please, feel free to always drop by with anything omg! this ask has literally made my entire night 💕

#asks #the chronicles of narnia #casmund #edmund pevensie #prince caspian #susan pevensie #ty ty ty!!!#i'm sorry i rambled and probably made zero sense #this ask just sent my brain flying ahh

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I literally said word-for-word, we aren’t talking about other good or bad things each character may have done in the series, we aren’t talking about motivations, we’re talking objective bravery, and Snape was objectively much much braver than Lupin. And then my friend said “yeah well I think the difference between us is that you only care about the things he did whereas I care what the INTENTIONS behind those things” and basically said something along the lines of “Snape was ‘brave’ because he was OBSESSED with LILY so that wasn’t REALLY bravery!” (????) “whereas Remus was motivated by wanting to do the right thing and being brave for the sake of being brave” (????) and also said that Remus being a werewolf (something he didn’t even choose) made him braver than Snape who willingly risked his life every single day for people who treated him like shit. And then when I brought up Lupin’s gaslighting and victim-blaming she was all like “welll you have to understand that that’s just him feeling insecure about the fact that he was a bad person” so I was like “so then why didn’t he apologize for it instead of acting like it never happened and boys will be boysing Harry” and then she was like “yeah I agree that he should have apologized to Snape but Snape never apologized to Remus so it’s a two-way street”

omg let me make an unnecessary long answer bc i can't believe the audacity of your friend.

INTENTIONS??? YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! intentions and courage are not interrelated, you can someone was brave without looking deep into why they did X thing. saving the saviour of the wizarding world is not something anyone would do. snape was brave, period. and even with intentions — do they realise he was never obsessed with lily? at any point?

because lets talk about the "obsession" in question, shall we?

severus and lily's friendship was already rocky by 5th year but he didn't want her hurt. the first argument that was shown to us was the "potters and bitch and so r mulciber and avery" one. in here severus starts calling her best friend. now, not everyone wants to bone their best friend. lily was his since they were nine.

and he genuinely worries about her getting with potter for very good reasons. first of all; he thought james was involved in the attempted murder black had planned for him. he didn't think james potter was a nice person, and as he was a bully, i dont know why should he.

severus and lily both fucked up in SWM but how many times severus went to apologize to lily? once and he left her alone. now that doesn't scream obsessed to me, more like normal friends behaviour.

did harry see any L.E with hearts on the advanced potion making book? no, but he did see it in james' parchment,,, that does scream obsessed to me but aHEM...

also how can you say "remus is brave" yeah he was about to leave his son fatherless and he needed a TEENAGER to regain some common sense... surely the bravest man harry has ever known, right?

lupin being a werewolf only made him more of a coward because he chose to wallow in self pity. and again, ive said this before, if u really think u r this DANGER TO SOCIETY... mm die? lupin didnt get to choose whether he wanted to be a werewolf or not but severus chose to become a spy and protect harry.

he protected harry, not lily's shadow, he did it for lily and protected her son. but it was more of a "sorry u got killed!" than "omg lily's SON HER SON OMG IM GONNA OBSESSED OVER HIM SINCE HE IS HER SON LIKE I OBSESSED OVER HER" like severus snape is a lot of things but obsessed isnt one of them, he practically becomes his nagging mother figure, he really only gives a shit if harry's in life threatening situations, the rest of the time its just him going back to a place in his mind where he feels the constant need to banter with james potter.

severus has always been brave, he was brave when he had to fight 4 vs 1 with the marauders constantly, he was brave when he endured the aftermath of SWM, he was brave when he never let the marauders win even after almost scarring him for life. severus didn't become brave when he saw lily being targeted, he didn't become brave when he saw her corpse in godric's hollow. severus snape has always been a brave man, and even harry potter who hated his teacher, was able to see it.

both severus and lupin had spent their whole lives fighting. but severus fought everyone and everything while lupin fought himself. in the end lupin thought of himself as a danger and outcast to society because its views were spoon-fed to him. severus conquered each one of his enemies. he remained in the house where he suffered abuse. he worked in the place where he had been bullied repeatedly, he went looking for harry in the place where he was almost killed, he went to the dark lord and fooled him entirely, he gave his memories to his former abuser's son. and while severus did all of that, lupin kept hating himself foolishly.

severus didn't owe lupin anything, whether he exposed his status as a werewolf because he lost the order of merlin or he resented his past abuser, it was lupin who endangered kids by not drinking his bloody potion. (potion severus BREW for him)

saying lupin is braver than snape is blasphemy, idc idc.

#anti remus lupin #pro severus snape #pro snape #hp #harry potter #serpents-den's asks

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