A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! XOXO
“How many are we up to now?”
The phone rests warm between your ear and shoulder as you glance down at the screen. “Almost four hundred followers,” you tell him. “Not exactly famous yet.”
Dean pauses, and you picture him sprawled out on a motel bed very much like yours, just two states over, glass in hand and flannel shirt crumpled at the foot of the bed, undershirt clinging tight to his chest.
Ever since New York and I can't stop thinking about Liza and Harry ❤️❤️❤️💔Can you write a little something for Liza and Harry ?
Eliza Sutherland can’t believe she’s in New York. She had no plans to leave her flat this weekend, let alone make the trek through Heathrow to the States. But here she is—out of breath and thirty minutes late—running across the street to Studio 8H. She’s practically arguing her way in when Jeff finally shows up and insists she’s the list. She’s annoyed for all of five seconds. She hears his voice float through the halls with grit and grace and her heart stops in a way she wishes it wouldn’t.
Oikawa’s nose scrunches up, but he doesn’t care enough to try and neutralize his expression - besides, there’s no one here watching right now except Hanamaki and Matsukawa, and they’re going to give him shit either way.
“There’s no way that works,” he says, oozing contempt.
“You won’t know if you don’t try it out,” Hanamaki says, shrugging as if the matter meant no more to him than the headline of the
. (His mom sends them, in an attempt to
educate my foolish son
, but Makki mostly throws them out without sparing them a second glance - no matter how reproachful the family owl looks when he does so. Being the son of the editor in chief means absolutely nothing to him.)
“I mean, you don’t really have anything to lose, do you?” Matsukawa tacks on, holding out the folded piece of paper for Oikawa to take.
Oikawa’s frown deepens.
“I don’t like this. At all. He’s gonna see right through it.” He even goes so far as to take a step back. “Besides - I know you guys have heard of amortentia. Do you know how long that takes to brew? There’s no way some simple
“It’s not gonna make him fall in love with you,” Hanamaki interrupts. “Obviously. But that’s not what you want, anyway. You just want to… make him admit his feelings. Right?”
Shin Hoseok aka Wonho produced and wrote I'll be there just for us Monbebes. It's his first song to be released and he is so grateful for us to be able to do what he wanted. With this song he wanted to give us a message, he wanted us to feel special becuase we are special. Wonho is perfect. He treats us all so good and i love him dearly. I want him to know that and if I would have the privilege i would tell him everyday how perfect he is and how much we all love him. He is so precious, what did we do to deserve a guy like Wonho honestly give me answers fam because i can't comprehend this.
i’m rereading philosopher’s stone and chamber of secrets and i’m more and more convinced that lupin was, if not the first character jo came up with (i’m pretty sure she came up with harry first), definitely an integral part of the narrative from the beginning. maybe remus as a character was an idea she had floating around even before she came up with harry, which she then decided to stick in harry’s universe because she was so fond of him. i know i’ve mentioned the wonderful irony of a dark creature teaching defense against the dark arts before, and jo said she wrote prisoner of azkaban in a huge rush, she just went tearing through it and it was fantastically easy to write because all the plot elements were there and it was just a matter of piecing it together.
but yeah, i think that lupin was one of the earliest characters jo made up. just look at the way she’s built up the concept of werewolves in the potter universe (and even the idea of interchangeable DADA professors) before lupin’s official introduction:
at one point, harry and ron look up ways of treating werewolf bites in quirrel’s defense class. this is just a passing mention, no details in the text itself, though they must have learned how painful the bites are, how hard they are to cure, how you have to apply silver and dittany to the wound and how most bitten wizards literally beg for death. (also, slightly related: harry is writing down the definition for dittany a few chapters later, while studying for his exams.)
malfoy straight up refuses to go into the forbidden forest during detention for fear of werewolves. harry hangs onto draco’s words (but doesn’t he always??), and once they find the dead unicorn, his mind jumps to a potential werewolf attack. THEN, when they first hear quirrel skulking around, harry asks hagrid if this new, unknown thing is a werewolf. the boy is plainly petrified.
another tiny mention: hermione mentions the werewolf code of conduct not coming up on their exams, which means that they definitely learned about the whole issue of werewolves not wanting to be documented for fear of admitting their lycanthropy on record. i’m sad.
chamber of secrets:
gilderoy lockhart’s wandering with werewolves continually comes up, from justin finch-fletchley recounting how lockhart supposedly survived getting trapped in a telephone booth with a werewolf (?) to lockhart actually making harry act out the part of the werewolf in front of the whole class, which is interesting because
lockhart obviously wants to play himself and so the part of the werewolf goes to harry, but it’s notable that of all the reenactments lockhart had harry do, the one that gets its own scene with dialogue and all (lockhart making harry howl, oh man) is the werewolf one.
“Nice loud howl, Harry—exactly—and then, if you’ll believe
it, I pounced—like this—slammed him to the floor—thus—with one hand, I managed to hold him down—with my other, I put my wand to his throat—I then screwed up my remaining
strength and performed the immensely complex Homorphus
Charm—he let out a piteous moan—go on, Harry—higher
than that—good—the fur vanished—the fangs shrank—and
he turned back into a man. Simple, yet effective—and another
village will remember me forever as the hero who delivered them
from the monthly terror of werewolf attacks.”
i mean, just look at lockhart’s dialogue here. he makes harry howl (which is, admittedly, hilarious), then has him make this inhuman, wailing moan while he’s got his wand to harry’s throat. lockhart’s body language, his words, his obvious display of power all indicate his, and all of wizarding society’s, prejudice against werewolves. he sees them as creatures to be overpowered and subdued, even though they are in effect humans 97% of the time. lockhart has a whole book on this, and he’s so popular and influential at this point that anybody who’s anybody is adopting his viewpoints.
(please imagine remus lupin standing in flourish and blotts, reading wandering with werewolves with mingled curiosity and disgust.)
another aside: “No one
wants to read about some ugly old Armenian warlock, even if he
did save a village from werewolves. He’d look dreadful on the front
cover. No dress sense at all.” how the fuck did the original guy do it??? is the homorphus charm actually real????!!! i doubt it, i bet this guy actually straight up killed a werewolf, saved the village, and then gilderoy adapted his story to make it a little more reader-friendly. there’s no way that charm exists, full stop.
and then, finally, in prisoner of azkaban, we meet a real werewolf, but we don’t know this (or at least, we’re not supposed to know) until the climax. remus is level-headed, articulate, dependable, funny, and a bit mischievous–I think about dumbledore’s comment at the end of CoS, “And I must draft an advertisement for the Daily
Prophet, too…we’ll be needing a new Defense
Against the Dark Arts teacher…Dear me, we do seem to
run through them, don’t we?” imagine harry and co.’s sense of immense relief when they finally, finally get a decent DADA professor. i mean, they had a stuttering wreck who turned out to have voldemort growing out of his skull, and then a self-absorbed fraud who tried to memory-wipe two of his students and then abandon another student to a literal basilisk. remus not only knows his shit but he’s so decent, so endearing. and he’s a werewolf.
i really love how jo built it up, and then people’s subsequent reactions. hermione jumping to conclusions about remus and sirius working together, and immediately going, “it’s because he’s a werewolf; he can’t be trusted,” and then immediately outing him; ron’s “get away from me, werewolf!” comment; snape’s extremely prejudiced jabs at remus when he shows up– “don’t ask me to fathom the way a werewolf’s mind works,” “i’ll drag the werewolf”…while, throughout poa, we are shown that remus is everything but the savage, inhuman, animalistic image of the werewolf which jo subtly introduces throughout the early books.
he’s standing with jace, a block down from the restaurant where they’re supposed to be meeting clary, wondering if his silent pleas for her to hurry are actually working, and wholeheartedly wishing he was drunk right now.
it had been clary’s idea for the three of them to grab lunch in the first place. she picked the restaurant where she and simon had gone to celebrate when simon realized he could eat human food again (as opposed to humans as food, which simon does not miss at all).
simon had agreed because clary asked, and he imagines that jace agreed for similar reasons. and now they’re both standing here, sans clary, basically suffering. simon gave up long ago on ever trying to speak to jace without a guardian present; it’s too difficult and probably also extremely dangerous. this concept, of course, was not at all inspired by his massive, embarrasing crush on jace.
simon is at a loss. this is nothing like when he had unrequited feelings for clary. at least with her he knew how to hold a conversation. maybe it wasn’t always what he wanted to say, but he could string together sentences full of actual words, which is a feat that seems almost impossible right about now, with jace three feet in front of him, looking some ethereal combination of bored and stupidly hot.
and that’s it. simon can’t take the silence anymore. he’s gotta say something.
“I think that’s the most you’ve said since I walked into my kitchen to you standing in the corner.” Sam muses, throwing away an eggshell, “In the dark, no less.” he adds, eyes narrowing before he mumbles, “With your dramatic ass…”
”Steve should be with you.” Bucky tells him.
Or, while Steve is off dealing with Ultron, Bucky has tasked himself with bonding and protecting one Samuel Thomas Wilson.
“Anyway, we wanna court you.” Bucky grins. Steve throws his hands up.
“Buck. There was a way I was going to say that–”
“He doesn’t need anyone sugar-coating shit for him Stevie.” Bucky shrugs, “He knows what we mean.”
Or, where Steve and Bucky are a mated pair who fall in love with T'Challa. …This’ll get complicated.
low tide (finn/poe, ptsd, finn working through trauma, fluff, love)
Being a solo entity is still something Finn is getting used to.
Every now and again he snaps back into himself in the mess hall of the resistance base he and Poe have settled on and half expects to be surrounded by stormtroopers. Shining white gear and blasters attached to their hips.
Or, where Finn tries (and struggles) to adjust, remembers bits of his childhood under the First Order, and represses trauma while Poe and Rey are the co-creators of the ‘Finn Must Be Loved and Protected’ fanclub.
“I got you.” Poe groans, fucking into him again, heart pounding as Finn arches his back so fucking beautifully, just like that, in that way that shows off the plump, thick roundness of his ass and presses him flush against Poe, who’s cock is fully sheathed in him.
Steve slips back into that heat, his cock wrapped in tight, wet warmth as he leans over and presses his lips to T’Challa’s softly, freeing his lip and tasting him. He can feel Natasha’s come where it rests between T’Challa’s thighs from her first round with him, when she pulled out and came all over that pretty skin of his.
He’s streaked with come, currently. That’s mostly Thor and Natasha’s thing, marking T’Challa like that.
Bucky and Steve? They bite. Leave teeth marks on the King’s collarbones, hips and shoulders.
T’Challa loves it all.
And they all love him.
Or, That T'Challa Gangbang Fic That No One Wanted But I Wrote Anyway
Sam wiggles in Bucky’s arms, grinning with that adorable gap-tooth smile that makes Steve melt, giggling in Bucky’s hold.
Granted, Steve understands Bucky’s hesitance to let Sam go, seeing as he’s– well…three years old currently, thanks to some magic going wonky when they all arrived back on earth from Asgard an hour ago. It apparently should wear off very soon, but until then Bucky seems adamant about keeping baby Sam wrapped up in his arms, safe as Bucky gives everyone who gets near the child warning glares.
It’s when Thor ends up kissing T'Challa’s hand and leading him into a little pocket of space where the universe meets the moon that T'Challa starts to think that maybe Thor is doing a bit more than being nice.
as a true crime fan, what's so special about dahmer? he wasn't charming (partially thanks to his raging alcoholism), and he wasn't exactly clever when evading the police. fucker put dead bodies out with the trash, and was stopped by police with a corpse in his trunk at 3am-- he just got lucky. like, if they were a horrible enough person, anybody could do what he did. i love murders and disappearances but don't get why he's such a big honking deal to y'all.
hello! ok so the people here def have different opinions on what is so special to them about jeff’s case. (feel free to add on to this list guys!)
some people do find him charming. i mean–he kinda is in his own way. like when he says shit like this:
sure he was no bundy when it came to natural charm. he was waaaay too awkward and cringy but hey, that kinda adds to his unusual charm.
as far as evading the police went, sure it didnt help that the Milwaukee police were homophobic, racist, xenophobic, sexist, and just downright stupid, but jeff was able to charm his way out of capture MULTIPLE TIMES. the first when he was pulled over w/ steven hicks body in the trunk (you gotta have some cool to not to totally freak the fuck out in that moment), when homicide detectives knocked on his door after a neighbor of his was murdered, and when Konerak Sinthasomphone escaped from his apt. He was able to convince police to give the boy back to him. I do agree that he was E X T R E M E L Y lucky. but his psychopathic charm def helped.
some people also find him to be very attractive. I mean he aint ugly here at all:
some people are genuinely interested in the psychology of his case. (I fall into this category). One of the things that intrigues me, is how could he have become the killer we know so well now? His childhood seemed to be almost excruciatingly normal at the surface. But dig a little deeper, and you start to find the little clues that could have been unwittingly creating a monster. Here’s a great post by @irishcreamandhalcion about Jeff’s mom Joyce. (x) I personally believe that by looking at Joyce’s life, you can really start to understand why Jeff became the way he was. He could be the poster child for abnormal psychology. thats def one of the reasons I’m mad that he was murdered, we could’ve learned so much from him. it’s such a waste.
plus his story is so compelling, heart-wrenching, complex, and amazing. it hasn’t gotten old for me yet. but everyone has the cases they love over others.