#but Will being the most selfless person on this earth that he is didn’t even mention it

[willbyersapologist]

st4 spoilers

“so you decided to be a douche to her [El] all day?”

“I wasn’t being a douche!”

“you were! you were rolling your eyes, you were moping, you were barely talking. you basically sabotaged the whole day!”

it was his birthday, Michael. it was Will’s birthday. he didn’t sabotage anything, he was being the painfully selfless person he’s always been and yet you still have the audacity to say he “sabotaged the whole day”? fuck you, Mike. seriously.

#this gets my blood boiling #will has never in his life sabotaged anything #people have always been the ones to sabotage him #idc if mike forgot it was will’s birthday #he should’ve remembered #but Will being the most selfless person on this earth that he is didn’t even mention it #not once #y’all hate my boy sm and for what #stranger things #stranger things 4 #will byers #mike wheeler #byler #william byers #will the wise

[despairots]

miles 42 and miles 1610 are twins and fight over reader and try to impress her and stuff

━━━━━━━━ talk about first impressions.

earth1610! miles morales x gn! reader x earth42! miles morales. fluff and warning, there’s some suggestive comments from grown adults. i started this yesterday but im posting once/twice a day until i burn myself out from writing and deleting requests. reader is like peni parker. ignore the description, my brain was idk.

please remember that in my last oneshot, earth 1610 miles will be spiderman and earth 42 miles will be the prowler, the two are vigilantes, keep that in mind. also you’re an anarchist lolsies!!1!1! the spanish translation might not be accurate. leaving this on a cliffhanger too LMFAO. you’re always an anarchist in these oneshots.

where the morales twins can’t help but fall for the technology nerd who can do a lot of things, trying to impress you and gift you stuff in public, and with you, obviously being a talented person, you apparently have a lot of admirers, especially weird, old, strange adults.

you sighed in embarrassment at the two morales twins trying one up eachother with giving gifts to you or impressing you. some people would call you lucky, some would be jealous of you.

being fought over the two most attractive guys in brooklyn vision who may look the same but act like polar opposites is a nightmare.

the two may be extremely smart and artistic but they for sure, had different personalities.

miles morales is smart and passionate, committed to others before himself. he has a lot of love for science and art, which he got from his mother, making inventions since he was younger.

the two are both suckers for music, mixing beats as a hobby with their uncle aaron when they were younger.

miles is sociable around crowds, as even when he struggled to fit in after moving to brooklyn vision, would often start conversations with those he came across on the street.

though many of his acts are selfless, mikes is partly driven by low self-confidence in his own abilities, feeling smaller than he is.

since becoming spiderman, miles is extremely eager to help others. this is as much to his credit as it is to his detriment, as he will often put himself in grave, life-threatening danger, in his quest to protect his friends and those he cares about.

myles morales, on the other hand, may also be smart but he’s closed off only being carefree with you and his twin brother. he also has a lot of love for art, spray painting with his brother.

myles isn’t one to talk, again, he’s closed off and usually upholds a stoic persona, opposed to his brother who doesn’t have a problem showing how passionate and cheerful he is.

with him being the prowler, and technically being labeled as ‘spidermans rival’, ignoring that the prowler is his own being. he had a strong morality of protecting his family and you after his father had died.

to which leads him also going into life-threatening dangers.

“[name], do you have any idea how lucky you? like, i would die to be in your spot!” you rolled your eyes at that sentence, “then do it.” your snark reply made a few people in the hallway snicker.

now back to you, [name] [lastname], the robot-technology-hacking loving nerd that grew with the morales twins and them fighting over you, it’s not something that’s lucky.

that constantly one-upped eachother to gain your attention, to the point they wouldn’t HESITATE to embarrass eachother in front of you along with literally fighting who got the best present for you.

it didn’t help since you liked both of them, i mean, how couldn’t you not like them? they were literally labeled ‘most attractive boys alive’ and their personality didn’t help, why do you think you fell deeply in love?

“i got the best gift-“

“i did!”

your bestfriend, gwen stacy, sneaked her arm around you, “i obviously did.” she gave you a smug looked as you sighed in your hands with embarrassment, remembering the time you two accidentally kissed (more like pecked eachother on the lip).

you two vowed to never talk about that again but since that was two years ago, you guys are all 15 by the way, which you guys were 13 by the time she stole your first kiss.

the morales twins didn’t like that, uhh, next!

“ahora no es el momento, gwen.” you muttered, expressing massive stress from the two and the welcomed gwen, “i — uh, failed spanish.” you made a ‘that’s-the-point-‘ look.

“siempre suenas bien hablando en español.” myles commented, shooing gwen’s arm off your shoulder and throwing his arm over yours instead.

“get apagado de [nombre], myles.” miles rolled his eyes and scoffed at his twin, “at least i get an a+ in spanish.” miles gasped at the comment with offence.

“this is why you’re failing science, estúpido!”

“estoy siendo peleado por gemelos estúpidos.” you pinched the bridge of your nose before sneaking out between the twins quarrel, heading over to foam party.

did i mention that you won awards and was on the news for making a working robot suit and finding out how to time travel?

mutters and comments were heard in the coffee shop, irritating your already bad headache. ‘i hate society.’ you rubbed your temples, before ordering your drink and waited.

apparently those minutes of waiting, you got… weird, suggestive comments from grown adults. your face scrunched up every time they said something about you.

“that shirt really compliments your curves.”

you’re were just 15.

“you’ll find a person just like me.”

they were in their late 30s.

“how ‘bout instead of wasting your pretty little time in this coffee shop, you come to my place.”

you just wanted your coffee.

“can i get your number?”

stop.

“you’re really sexy.”

stop it.

they tried grabbing your hand.

“i’ll treat you better.”

stop it. they tried kissing your hand before someone clocked them in the face, “aren’t you an adult, man?” miles’ voice was heard beside your ear as he tried comforting you.

myles rubbed his knuckles with a grossed look on his face. they saw that they were harassing you as you tried to move away from them, worst thing yet, nobody tried to do anything.

they saw what was happening but didn’t help, god they really hated adults.

“acércate a ellos, y será mucho peor que un puñetazo en la cara.” they ran off, myles grabbed your order as the three of you left. it was quiet, too quiet for your looking.

“i could’ve handled that y’know—“ miles handed you a box, opening it to which showed a necklace with a charm that was your hacker logo. you could feel the myles’ eye twitched.

“remember i got [name] a car—“

“shut the hell up, man!”

[name] after the morales twins keep giving them money and gifts.

#kaz. 💫 #miles morales #spiderman #spiderman across the spiderverse #earth 1610 miles morales #earth 1610 miles morales x reader #earth 1610 miles #earth 1610 #earth 42 #earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman into the spiderverse #spider gwen #gwen stacy #fluff

[jupiter-letters]

Loki having a crush on you headcanons:

Fem!Reader or GN!Reader TW: Very brief discussion of violence.

A/N: This will be Avenger!Loki cause I choose to be delusional about him dying in infinifty war. He made it to Earth and decided to make amends yadda yadda yadda, everything is good. Sorry if this long I needed to get all my thoughts out!🙇‍♀️

Being generally uninterested when Tony does a mission debrief with everyone in the conference room. However when you walk in he perks up a bit and sits up a little straighter. He doesn’t really greet you though, he’ll be a little closed off at first. That doesn’t stop him from glancing at you 2 or 3 times until the meeting is over.👀👀 No one really notices his staring but if they did they’d assume he doesn’t like you at first. 

Among other people it looks more like a glare than admiration, Thor does notice after a few times and pulls him aside to confront him. “Has Y/N slighted you in some way brother? You’re always staring at them with such intensity.” This confuses Loki cause #1 he didn’t think anybody would notice and #2 Sometimes he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. 

“No?? It’s this midgardian decor, so bland. It helps to move my eyes around to keep things interesting. When it comes to Y/N their choice of garment is most amusing, the lack of proper coordination is quite hilarious.” (LIES!)Deflect, deflect, deflect. To Loki it’s better for people to think he doesn’t like you than to seem vulnerable, he’s still got some growing to do. 

He won’t even realize that he likes you until much later. Once you get over the hump of him pretending not to like you, a beautiful friendship blooms. He hasn’t had a lot of people he’s gotten really close to other than Thor, his mother and Valkyrie. That’s one wall down, a couple more to go. As his friend you appreciate his witty comebacks and dry sense of humor. You confide in him for his many, many, mannnyy years of wisdom(he hates it when you call him old man wisdom). The fact that you choose to tell him your secrets and have such fun conversations makes things worse for him. 

When you two talk together on the balcony of the avengers compound discussing team mates and funny things that have happened around the compound, he gets this warm feeling in his chest. Looking at you laughing at your own joke, you can barely get the words out. Any other person would look ridiculous but you, he can’t help but look at you with such fondness. After you’ve stopped laughing you see him looking at you with such joy in his eyes and a soft smile. “What” you question. He chuckles and looks down at his hands, “Nothing, it’s just- you’re lucky you became an avenger instead of an entertainer, your jokes might need work.” 

He always saves you some food or a drink at Tony’s parties and other events, it’s always just a little bit but he just wants to make sure you don’t miss out. 💓

 Loki always goes out of his way to keep you safe on missions, if you get overwhelmed by multiple enemies you see a flurry of green magic crackling around you and the enemies are all gone. You could even see a dagger fly past your head hitting a guy about to clobber you over the head. Natasha seems to notice the favoritism after a bomb goes off in a HYDRA facility, Loki uses his body to shield you from the blast. (She knows good and well he could’ve made a shield for all 3 of you😏.) 

When both Natasha and Thor “gang up on him”(his words) about it he deflects again saying he’d do it for any of his friends you just so happened to be closer…so it’s not a big deal. They both smirk and give knowing looks to one another. Thor knows Loki better than anyone, he knows Loki values self-preservation more than anything and to do something so selfless even if he has changed a bit, he must really like you. 

Thor just hugs him and says “I’m happy for you.” and Loki is like ???? Everyone seems to know about his crush except you and him. But when he finally realizes he likes you romantically it hits him like a freight train. Everything feels so new after that moment, he has an existential crisis lollll. He’s always been a charmer, a smooth talker, silver tongued. Now he gets a little more nervous talking to you, when he sees you his heart races. It scares him how much he likes you, you make him soft. He values your opinion, he worries about you, he wants to make sure you’re alright. The thing he’s worried about the most is if you’ll like him back. 

Loki’s still got some self image issues, growing up second best and later finding out he’s a frost giant. In his mind his past and being a frost giant are perfectly good reasons to reject him. In the back of his mind there is a glimmer of hope stemming from your unwavering loyalty and kindness toward him. He can’t ask you to overlook the things he’s done but he does want to be better, for you, for everyone else.

Thanks for reading! Lemme know what you think. Please like or reblog if you like my stuff.

#that finale gutted me such a perfect end for him #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #marvel headcanons #loki x black!reader #loki laufeyson x black!reader #loki season 2 #loki imagine #tom hiddleston #~⋆｡°tales from the dreaming #loki laufeyson x reader

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hi I was the one who requested the Furina-like reader and i wanted to clear up that:

Alastor and Vox are still archenemies they just have something new to fight over (basically just like petty divorced exes fighting over custody)

Since I just realized that sinners can't have kids in hell i'll make that reader was a teenager who died young

Also I'm so sorry my req was alot for you I tend to get away with asks sometimes 😭

Haha! All good, hun! Tbh. I really do like this idea. They are like petty divorced exes most of the time and now, they’ll be petty divorced sour exes that love their precious daughter too much to let one another become favourite parent— only chose female since Furina’s female, sorry!

Alastor and Vox- Climbing the Ladder

The Overlord of Technology and the Overlord of Radio are genuine archenemies, rivals, they cannot stand one another and their mutual hatred even extends to their own personal relationships… but their love is targeted to the same object or person, this situation inbetween them gets all the more dangerous

You, a cute hydro-sea animal-styled young teenage sinner, didn’t just catch the fatherly love of just Alastor but of Vox as well… somehow and now. They begin fighting on sight and arguing and berating one another nonstop to try knock each other down so you don’t like one over the other

Yes. Alastor and Vox openly tug on you and argue loudly but eventually, Charlie makes them agree on a… ‘co-parenting’ deal. Alastor has you in the Hotel one week then Vox has you in the Vees Tower the next week. They are basically like fathers with joint custody and they hate it

Because they hate each other far too much to be civil and everytime they have to meet up to share you sound. Both are holding back the desire to murder each other and devoid all attention onto you. Otherwise, the tension inbetween them is so thick, you can cut it with a knife

Both of them are the type of surrogate father to shower and pamper their daughter so she’ll like them over the other parent. Vox showers you in gifts and gives you specific technological devices so he can keep his eyes on you, whilst Alastor showers you in affection and keeps your attention on him with all his cool tricks and nicknacks

Alastor tries to make you dislike technology but Vox tries to make you rely on technology, and their contrasting efforts to have you love them like your father makes their already tense relationship even worse

Both Alastor and Vox can recognise your love for the theatre so Alastor uses his own theatre speciality to teach you to dance and sing and perform and Vox arranges a whole drama class for you. Both attend any big drama performances you happen to join in and whilst Vox is recording it to treasure, Alastor can’t take his eyes off his precious babygirl

Will these two ever not fight with each other? The only time they willingly get along is when you’re ever threatened or being harassed or bullied or anything. Then, they push aside their differences and their deep disdain for each other to protect you and coddle you

Alastor and Vox do not like the whole ‘co-parenting arrangement’ they agreed on. They don’t want to share you at all, they both want you as their own surrogate daughter. Vox is pissed since he is worried he may seem like the lesser father and Alastor is annoyed that he is trying to take his daughter away

Your kind, laid-back, down-to-earth, chill girl demeanour is kinda hard to get around for both Overlords. Alastor is dapper, sophisticated whilst Vox is a bit prickly and arrogant. Neither are good with handling you do both are equally supportive and listen to you

Alastor and Vox are both equally protective over you. You’re so selfless and self-sacrificing for your friends that you’re willing to jump into danger for them. Luckily, you have two very powerful Overlords as your backups and willing to tear apart your enemies to make sure you’re safe

Your dads, Alastor and Vox are both working to shake out your very assuming and judgmental mannerisms. Those are unfitting for a lady like you. Alastor teaches you to be a prim proper lady and Vox teaches you to be a bad bitch of high class

At the end of the day though, both of them love like you’re their daughter so they’ll always consider you the most and they’ll do anything for you, even try their best to get along and tolerate one another. If it means you’ll be happy and you’ll get to live your afterlife, that’s all that matters

“My dear. As much as I love you, this flamboyance and imprudence is below you. You’re a beautiful lady of the highest class, you must show that. Come with me, may we go shopping together, a day out, princess”

“Leitora, I get it! The bravado and dramatic flare is definitely unique but I wish for you to drop now. You’re becoming bratty and no daughter of mine is a diva, I’ll show you what I mean. Let’s go for a walk around the tower, honeypot”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel au #hazbin hotel characters #vivziepop hazbin hotel #vivziepop #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin alastor #hazbin vox #headcanons #hazbin hotel imagines #hazbin hotel imagine #father alastor #father vox #alastor headcanons #vox headcanons #alastor x reader #vox x reader #alastor #vox #hazbin hotel alastor x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader #overlord alastor #overlord vox #platonic love headcanons #platonic #father headcanons #kinda cute #fluff imagines

[trips2saturn]

towl spoilers below!!!!!!!!!

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late briefing but it’s here and that’s what matters!!!!! let’s get into this episode! ❤️‍🔥

this episode was amazing. no notes. angst fuels me, so keep it coming in episode four along with some loving intimacy! 🤝

michonne is the most clever, headstrong, charismatic, fearless powerhouse of a woman in the entirety of twdu. there is no situation nor circumstance that she cannot handle. no matter the time, skill, or hardship that woman is going to do whatever she fucking wants. she’s such an admirable character, and yes this is just a fictional show but she means so much to me. tv mom forever and ever and ever. my lovebug!!!! 🫶🏼

rick… my og lovebug. his selfless, tender hearted yet courageous and dangerous personality is sooo missed recently because of these losers who love to keep playing hide the donkey. he’s been so beaten down and forced into the caged mindset, also known as stockholm syndrome. it hurts so much to see it affect him so deeply, especially in this episode. we truly get to understand just how horrified he is of losing michonne, losing judith, losing their home. it’s so layered that he’s come to the conclusion that he has to do whatever it takes to protect his wife and their children (judith for now until further notice). even going as far as pretending to break michonne’s heart just to get her to go back home for the sake of a safe and secured future. and as much as it rips his entire psyche into shreds, this man is a family man. his priority in life is to protect the ones that he loves by all means necessary.

and thank fucking HEAVENS that despite their years apart, michonne knows her husband like the back of her palm and can read him like a book!!! every word that poured out of his mouth was utter bullshit merely for safety purposes and i’m soooo glad that she understood that without even having to retaliate verbally.

she retaliated by throwing them out of a moving chopper LMAOOO 😭 MY GIRL, MY LEADING LADY!!!!!! CAN WE MAKE SOME NOISE FOR THE CRAZIEST CHARACTER IN THE ROOM. thank youuuuuu! i digress.

“we needed a timeout” shdjshdhsjdjs well yes! please knock some sense into your traumatized husband. he needs his wife!!!

moving forward. the phones!!!! “believe a little bit longer”!!!!! CARL MENTION!!!!!!??????!!!!! 😨🫨🥺☹️😖 rick not mentioning any names for three years and never liking any drawings of his son because they could never be depicted perfectly 😣😣😣 try not to cry challenge [FAILED]. punching me in the gut would hurt less. still hoping for a random chandler cameo too :D

i know that what rick said was absolutely fake and futile but as a fierce michonne lover… HER FACE AS HE SPOKE??? if we don’t see him loving on her endlessly in episode four… i might throw myself out of a moving helicopter.

one hundred percent positive that they’ll be pouring bisquick and making pancakes next episode. i’m sat.

thorne is a D. not an A. she’s a piece of shit and will be dealt with eventually. michonne will handle any light work. i rest my case.

jadis is a sexual predator and a grade-A loser with a shit haircut. i almost pissed myself laughing when rick said that. he’s been waiting and so have i!!!! 😁 but yeah she sucks. die asap.

RICHONNE KISS IN THE WOODS AFTER BEING A POWERHOUSE COUPLE. 🥹 reminded me so much of when they took those cars and drove into that herd of walkers. ugh. please put their entire love story into the louvre.

last but not least because i’m tired — unsure what beale is up to. he’s so sketchy, and also SO CONFUSED about rick supposedly having a briefing with him about being promoted?! NO. no thanks we didn’t ask for him to ever be a leader nor get kidnapped in the first place!!!! scared to see what lies ahead for the next three episodes :(((((

in conclusion, michonne is the most beautiful angel to walk the earth. she looked so hot in every single scene. episode three is hands down my favorite episode yet, despite the hardship. again, angst fuels me. so excited to see what’s in store next week, and every other week after that!!!! it’s only up from here. ❤️‍🔥⬆️

okay that’s it. hope everyone enjoyed the episode!!!! this is such a wild ride, and i’m happy to have my television parents back on my screen, making things happen again. 🌟🔥

#trips talks #towl spoilers #the ones who live #the walking dead #rick grimes #richonne #michonne grimes #towl

[butyou-callmewhenyourebored]

When We Are Together - Matty Healy

Summary: In which Matty falls in love with you in stages his entire life. He knows everything is better when you're together but the two of you are oblivious to the fact you're in love with each other.

Warnings: Swearing. A small section of smut in flashback 2. Unfortunately it's not with Matty. It's with George because I am a whore. Mentions of The S*n. Mentions of Matty going to rehab, obviously we don't know all the personal details apart from the fact there was an intervention after the ilwys era ended and he went and now he's in recovery.  

Author's Note: Self proclaimed 'Not a Matty girl' just wrote 12K lol this has legit taken so long cause I procrastinate but hope you like it!  Really fucking long because I tend to let my mind wonder, I don't even know if this is any good but I'm trying to get better. I thought the concept was cute anyway. So enjoy! Let me know what you guys think and if you liked it x

Word Count: 12K

Your life had always been surrounded by the boys. So many moments in your life that their fans could only ever dream of knowing about or being involved in but you didn’t know any different, it was just your life. You had no choice in the matter when your brother and best friend in the entire world was the bassist in the band. That’s right; Ross MacDonald was your big brother and you seemed to be somewhat of a legend amongst their hardcore fanbase yourself for putting up with their antics for as long as you had! Not that you really had a choice when you were tied to them via blood but they had also hired you as their personal assistant so you could follow them around the world and so none of them had to part from you for too long.

You had personal relationships with all of the band, not just your brother who genuinely was the best big brother you could have ever asked for. He was your best friend and had been since the moment you were born. Sometimes it irritated the others how annoying the two of you were when you both got into silly moods, with all your inside jokes and side looks that nobody else understood. Especially Matty who always wanted in on the joke. But Ross was a ride or die kind of guy and you were the same. If it came down to it you would fight over who took the first bullet.

Adam Hann. Adam truly was an angel of man sent to earth to be your bestie and you don’t think you could love him anymore if you could. Someone you could geek out about The Office with on the tour bus and who brought you coffee when he could see you needed a pick me up. The most level headed of the boys, you know he’ll always be on your side. Someone who’s come to your rescue during many nights out both pre and post fame and took your hand, pretended to be your boyfriend with no questions asked and got you away from creeps more times than you would have liked. You couldn’t be more grateful for a selfless friend like Adam Hann.

George Daniel. Your ‘little’ Georgie had been in your form at school, so apart from your brother until you were much older and started hanging out with them more, you had spent the most time with him. So it’s fair to say that the pair of you were close. So close that you lived with him and Matty in your early twenties. Even a small indiscretion on his 23rd birthday much to your brother’s dismay didn’t change the course of your relationship. Now that you were both thirty two and you were still working for him, clearly the two of you didn’t care that you had seen each other naked. If anything your night together all those many moons ago had brought you closer together. You would trust him with your life.

Then there was Matty. Matty was something else. If you asked his fans, depending on if you were asking old or new fans. He was something else in two senses of the word. To you he was just Matthew. Your big brother’s best friend who was a bit of a weird kid, transitioned into a somewhat cool teenager who you had a bit of a crush on when you were seventeen, to the most annoying person you’ve ever laid eyes on. But also he was your best friend. An old married couple is what George labeled you both and he wasn’t wrong, the pair of you did have a bit of a domestic life together when he wasn’t busy being a rockstar. 

I think the fans would be shocked to find out he likes doing the mundane things in life like doing the food shop with you and fighting at the tills that it was his turn to scan his club card. Or walking the dog, drinking a good cup of tea at his Mam’s house or cooking with you over a glass of wine with Donny Hathaway playing in the background on the record player.

He had done so much for you over the years and you always thought it was just Matty being Matty and looking out for you. Hiring you as the band’s assistant, so you could see the world with them so you weren’t stuck in a stuffy office job in England. Even though you had graduated from uni with a first class degree in photography. Moving you into his home when you broke up with your long term boyfriend in 2020 so you weren’t wallowing in self pity. It was probably then, that George cemented your “marriage status” because you did do everything together and apparently you had been oblivious your entire friendship until now.

It was in this moment in Belfast on the last night of the UK tour that your head swimming with all of the moments in your life that led you to here with Matty, tears brimmed with tears. That you realised that it was him the entire time.

April 2007

You pulled the front of the white tank top you were wearing down, allowing the frilly cups of your red bra to peek out the top. Your top tucked into a short black mini skirt, paired with a big chunky belt and hoop earrings and some wedged sandals on your feet. You actually felt good about yourself for once! You, Sarah and Rebecca ready to get drunk and dance your asses off with all of your friends as you celebrated Matty’s birthday.

Matty’s 18th birthday party was being held at his house. A classic Healy house party yet you still wondered how Denise and Tim were somehow trusting him enough for the night to not burn the house down so he could celebrate his birthday with his friends without parental supervision.

You of course had yet to turn eighteen, as had your brother who was only eleven months older than you. So you turned to your lord and saviour Adam Hann who went to the local off license and bought you a pack of Bacardi Breezers for the party.

When the three of you arrived; you immediately got swept away by your other school friends, giggling at the thought of getting drunk with all your friends and making out with boys your brother would definitely disapprove of was the motivation you needed to open your first drink of the evening.

It was after a few drinks, definitely too many shots of whatever George had proclaimed Matty’s Dad’s had left for the birthday boy. You were starting to feel the effects of the alcohol you had drunk that evening when you spotted Max. Tall, brunette, curly hair and a killer watt smile that made you weak at the knees, talking to George.

Silent motivation from Phoebe as she ruffled her hands through your hair and pushing your tits into a good position as Sarah dabbed on some more lip gloss before pushing you in the direction of the boys, slapping your ass with a quick “Go get him tiger!”

Shooting her a grin over your shoulder, you strutted on over to where George and Max stood clutching their beer bottles as they conversed about god knows what. Hoping to catch his attention, you threw on your best smile as you stopped in front of the two of them. 

“Hello boys!” You beamed a the two of them, eyes lingering on Max a little longer. “Having a good night?”  You asked, twiddling the straw around your drink as you waited for their answer.

“Even better now you’re here gorgeous!” 

Your heart fluttered for a moment. Max was flirting back.

“Your tits are looking mega tonight babe!” 

George broke your eye contact with the tall brunette as your eyes flitted towards him. The blush flushing across your cheeks at George’s compliment, “Ohhh thanks G!”  You laughed awkwardly, catching his eyes fall to your tits once more just as Ross walked past the three of you.

“Dude! That’s my sister!” He punched him in the arm; a scowl on his face and immediately pulling you away with him and far away from the boys and into the crowd of people dancing in Denise and Tim’s living room.

“You’re no fun!”  You huffed.

“You can do a lot better than Max sis. Believe me! I’m just looking out for you.” 

He smiled softly at you and you sighed, knowing you couldn’t ever stay mad at him. He knew you better than anyone else and always looked out for you no matter what. “Thanks bro.  I know. I’m just going to get some fresh air, it’s a bit stuffy in here.” 

You sent him a smile, squeezing past him and all the other sweaty bodies to head out the sliding doors at the back of Matty’s kitchen. Letting out the breath you hadn’t realised you had been holding as the cool spring air brushed over your skin. Taking in the serenity of the night air, you didn’t realise anyone else was out there until you heard a cough causing you to snap your head towards the noise.

Matty was leaning up against the back wall, cigarette hanging from his lips.

“Alright birthday boy! What you doing out here by yourself?” You laughed lightly as you approached; leaning next to him as you took in the slightly solemn look on his face.

“Bit overwhelming in there. Thought I’d like the attention but there’s too many people. Half of them are just here to get drunk, they don’t care about me.” He laughed bitterly; blowing smoke into the air. “Anyway. What are you doing out here?”

“Just needed some air. It was a bit stuffy in there. Too many people.”

“Ahhh so we’re alike in our thinking.” Matty laughed. “Wish it was just you and the boys to be honest.” He mumbled, shuffling his feet.

“Hey. You know if you want we can have a do over. Come over to mine and Ross’ tomorrow. We’ll order pizza and watch True Romance. I’d hate for you to not look back fondly at your 18th.”  You smiled softly as you spoke.

“You’re brilliant.” Matty’s eyes bright as he looked at you. “I’d really like that. Thanks sweetheart.”  Matty shot you a genuine smile for the first time since you stepped outside.

A brief moment of silence settled across the two of you before Matty spoke again.

“You look incredible tonight.”

“Ohhh.” You looked down at your feet, unsure of how to take the compliment.

“Hey.” Matty lifted your chin up. “What’s all that about? You’re the most beautiful girl in the room.” He said earnestly; swiping at the apples of your cheeks and holding your jaw in his hands.

“Just didn’t think anyone could look past the fact I’m Ross’ sister. Nobody ever calls me beautiful.”

“Not even Josh? Didn’t you date him for nearly a year?”  Matty asked as you shook your head.

“Then he’s an idiot. You’re always the most beautiful girl in the room darling.”

“Matty.” 

It came out a whisper as you both stared into each other’s brown eyes. Matty’s eyes dancing across your features, settling on your lips before looking back up and catching your gaze already on him. Matty leaned in, his face getting closer to your own as your mind started racing. 

Did you want to kiss Matty? Kinda, yeah! 

Should you kiss Matty? No, definitely not. Ross would kill the both of you. 

Did you kiss Matty? Yes.

“We shouldn’t.”  You whispered, lips mere inches away from his own.

“But a birthday kiss is all I want this year.” 

His words came out of a whisper, you didn’t say anything else just pushed your lips against his and allowed him to pull you closer as his mouth moved against the softness of your glossed lips. His hands moving from your face, dancing down the sides of your body and landing on your waist before he reluctantly pulled away, forehead resting against your own.

“You’re good at that.” He pecked your lips once more.

“Mmmm.”  You hummed; opening your eyes as Matty held you close. You quickly opened your mouth to say something and promptly shut it again when you caught the way Matty looked at you. “Fuck it!” You mumbled and slammed your lips back against his own.

The birthday boy now pushing you up against the wall, hands impossibly tight on your waist as he pulled you as physically close as possible. Your hands uprooting themselves in the hair at the back of his neck and tugging as you snogged him like your life depended on it. Like you weren’t pushed against the back of his kitchen wall in his garden, where any of your school friends could come out and catch you. Or worse; your brother but you didn’t care because the way Matty was kissing you made your whole body tingle.

Tugging his hair again as his tongue moved against your own. Matty groaned loudly; finally pulling away. “Fuck settle down! You know I can’t be found with you and if you keep doing that, someone is going hear us.” He groaned as he continued to pepper kisses up the side of your jaw.

“Hmmm, don’t feel like being murdered by my brother right now.”  You sighed; leaning back against the wall to take him in. Lips swollen and eyes bright as he watched you.

“I don’t want to be murdered by your brother either. Worst birthday ever!” He chuckled; hands dancing across your waist. “But that was my favourite birthday gift! Thanks sweetheart!” Matty grinned; watching you push yourself off the wall and smooth yourself down before heading back towards the house.

You paused for a moment; your foot on the last step, your hand lingering on the handle to the back door for a millisecond as you looked over your shoulder one last time at Matty who was just watching you. You sent him a soft smile, your hair falling in front of your face as you laughed before leaving him the dark as you rejoined the party.

A kiss with Matty who was your big brother’s (and your) annoying friend, someone you had an innocent schoolgirl crush on once he started becoming a tiny bit cool as the lead singer in their band. Something you didn’t think was an overly big deal, after all people kiss people they shouldn’t when they’re drunk all the time. Turns out it was the starting point of the trajectory of how your’s and Matty’s story begun.

March 2013

In the midst of releasing a series of EPs and gigging around the country and building up their hardcore fanbase. You had managed to get the boys all to just relax for a moment and celebrate the release of their Music for Cars EP and the fact that it was George’s 23rd birthday this weekend. And how did you celebrate? The only way you lot knew how, a dirty ole’ house party just like the good old days.

You had managed to squeeze God knows how many people in little flat you shared with George and Matty. As far as flatmate’s go, they weren’t all that bad. You had moved in with them straight after university so you had definitely had worse.

You had just downed what you believe was your fifth vodka shot of the evening and decided you needed to pace yourself a bit more if you weren’t going to stumble into your room and pass out any time soon. So upon spotting Ross, you wondered over to your brother who was sat talking to Hann; wiggling your way in between the two of them with a giggle. Ross automatically lifting his arm for you to slip under as you nursed the rest of your wine at a slower pace until your glass was empty.

After your head stopped spinning a sufficient amount, you found yourself milling about the flat and smuggling yourself into Matty’s embrace as he poured you another glass.

“Enjoying yourself sweetheart?” 

“Mmm. Have you see the birthday boy?” You felt Matty’s lips pressed to the top of your head as you asked.

“You leaving me already?”  He chuckled. “Think he popped out the back for a cig.” 

He motioned towards the back door. You immediately unravelled yourself from him, a kiss smacked against his cheek, catching the corner of his mouth. Not that you noticed in your flurry but Matty did. The longing for the feeling of the two of you had shared in his back garden prickling at his chest as his eyes locked onto your retreating figure as you rushed through the throng of remaining people in the kitchen and exiting the flat.

Matty was right. You found George smoking out the back in your little tiny back garden under the dying glimmer of your shit security light that was attached to your back wall. Turning in your direction at the sound of the back door shutting, George automatically opened his arms for you to slot into his side, arm hung loosely over your shoulder as he let out the smoke he had just inhaled. Wordlessly placing the cig in your mouth to let you take a drag yourself, you passed it back and forth between the two of you in silence.

Stubbing the end into the brick, George dropped it into the bucket of dirty filters before breaking the silence. “God what time is it?”  He asked as you watched him push the balls of his hand into his eyes.

“Nearly 2am! Why you need to go to bed Grandad?!”

“Fucking maybe?! How many people are left?” The now blonde motioned towards the house.

“Only a few. Heard Sally talk about some of them heading into town on the way out and Luke and Helen have to be up early so they left nearly a hour ago. Just the band and about three other now. You ready to head in birthday boy?” You asked; holding out your hand for him to take with a smirk.

With a silent nod George didn’t hesitate to grab onto your hand as you tried not to trip over the many plant pots that were littered across your garden path. “You given me my birthday present yet? I can’t remember?” You turned to look at the drummer. An amused look on your face because he had given you the brightest smile when he had opened the personalised drumsticks you had gotten him earlier. “Or are you my present? Wait is this an ambush?” George gasped. “Please be an ambush!” He grinned at you.

“You should be so lucky!”  You scoffed; before shooting him a smirk as you opened the the kitchen door.

“Your tits look mega in that dress by the way!” His tone smug as he closed the kitchen door behind him. Your only response being the cackle that left your mouth as you left George to watch you walk away as you joined the rest of the band in the living room.

Lucky indeed because once the remaining guests left about twenty minutes later. You had snuck into George’s room to say good night and wish him a happy birthday and it’s how you found yourself currently with aching arms. As they were locked either side of George’s knees, his hands tight on your waist as you bounced on his cock.

You weren’t sure how long you had been in this position. You do know he had already made you cum twice though. Once on his tongue and once with his fingers but my God were you spiralling towards your third. The thick drag of his cock between your legs as he stretched you out was delicious but you needed to cum quick because you weren’t sure how long you could stay in this position for.

“Jesus Christ! So fucking good George!” You wailed; as George’s thumb swiped through the slick between your legs and rubbing at your clit.

“Feel good baby?”

“Yes. Shit! So good!” You panted. “Arms hurt though, fuck.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve got you.” He said; pulling you forward.

You fell forward at full speed; having to catch yourself on either side of his face to stop yourself from head butting him as his large hands moved from your hips to grab on to the globes of your ass before plowing up into your cunt so fast you saw stars dance under your eyelids. All you could do was shake and babble out a string of, “So good. So good. So good.” As George made you cum again.

Pulling out quickly. You had no time to recover as George flipped you over; face already in his pillows as he pushed back into you as he chased his own orgasm. The drag of his cock made you feel delirious at the speed in which he was fucking you back into the mattress.

“Fucking hell. You’re so good G! Yes! Yes! Yes!”  You screamed into the mattress, really not caring that your mutual best friend was on the other side of the wall.

His name fell from your lips like a chant. You hadn’t been fucked this good in forever, if at all and the fact it was your Georgie made your head spin.

“Come on baby. One more and I’ll give it to you.” He whispered in your ear, kissing the back of your shoulder before pulling you back on to his cock at rapid speed and sending you hurtling towards your fourth orgasm of the night (well morning) and George to fill you up with a satisfied groan.

Pulling out; your gentle giant rolled over, the pair of you catching your breath after fucking for a good hour. Rolling your head to the side to take him in, you pressed a kiss to the top of his shoulder with a chuckle. “Happy Birthday G!” 

The now blonde let out a loud laugh as the pair of you snuggled into each other’s arms, like you would normally do under any other circumstances as George pressed a kiss to the side of your face. The temporary bliss shielding you both from the circumstances you’d have to face in the morning.

When you did manage to wake up the next morning, George was still fast asleep but his alarm clock read 10:12 and you knew you’d have to get up to tidy the flat because Matty certainly wouldn’t. As you looked around George’s room, you scrambled to find anything to hide your dignity as you moved around to clean up. As you pulled the shirt George was wearing the night before over your bare body, you didn’t have chance to register the other voices on the other side of the bedroom door.

“Where is she? She’s not answering her phone? She’s not in her room either.”

Matty didn’t answer Ross’s question, just grumbled into his arms before flinging himself down onto the dining room table dramatically.

“What’s the matter with you? You look like shit Healy!” Hann shoved his shoulder with a laugh as he threw himself on the sofa.

“Well you’d look like shit if you didn’t get any sleep cause you could hear George fucking at all hours of the night too.” Matty snapped at the two of them.

“Who was he shagging? I thought he wasn’t seeing that blonde anymore?”

Unfortunately for you, this was when you decided to make your grand appearance. Walking out of George’s room in nothing but his shirt and your knickers from the night before. The three of them silent as they took in your appearance.

Adam’s jaw slack as he looked on in shock as everything clicked into place before his very eyes.

Matty looked pained as he ran a hand through his curls before pushing himself up off the dining room table and shuffling into the kitchen, silently flicking the kettle on.

Ross looked angry. You could see it simmering in his eyes. The vein on his neck pulsing as he starred you down.

“I’ve been trying to ring you. Why were you in George’s room? ”

“I’ve been asleep. I’m here now aren’t I? Everything alright?” You brushed past him, trying to avoid talking about the inevitable. You hated when Ross was angry.

“Why do you have George’s shirt on?”

The two of you competed in a stare off. The both of you silent. Neither of you making the next move. If there was one thing you MacDonald siblings were, it was stubborn. Adam was watching on in anticipation. The only noise to be heard was Matty shuffling around the kitchen in the background. Your brother asked you again. Why was he asking you questions he didn’t want to know the answers to.

“Don’t make me say it bro.”  You sighed; annoyance flashing across his features.

“You slept with my best friend?”  Ross immediately started raising his voice. He already knew the answer, he didn’t need your confirmation. Not that he waited for it because he was already storming towards George’s room and right on queue, the door swung open to George just in his boxers.

“Ross. Stop!”  Your voice loud and going ignored.

“YOU SLEPT WITH MY SISTER?!”  

Ross was seething. Hann was immediately by your side ready to intervene. Matty still off and away from the drama (which was very unlike him) that was about to unfold. He was unlawfully quiet but you couldn’t think about that when Ross was squaring off with George in the doorway to your rooms. The shouting sounded like you were under water as you zoned it out. This was a disaster. It was only when Hann touching your arm, whispering if they should intervene or not that brought you back to reality and had you storming right in between the two giants.

Pushing your way in between them. You stood with your back against George’s chest, a hand on your brothers and looking up at him with pleading eyes. “Ross. Please. Fighting George isn’t going to solve anything.”

“You slept. With my sister. What about fucking bro code?! Not cool dude!”

“It was me.” You shouted over the top of his booming voice, all four of them turning to look at you as you very rarely raised your voice. “It was me. I initiated it. So if you’re going to be mad at someone, shout at me because it’s my fault.”

“Babe you don’t have to defend me.” George touched your shoulder gently. “I know, we shouldn’t have done it.”

“Don’t touch her!” Ross zoned in on George’s hands upon your shoulders. He quickly lifted them up in surrender.

“George, we’re both consenting adults.” You addressed him before turning back to your brother. “I’m sorry but if you’re going to sulk about it, blame me because I started it. Ross you know I love you more than anything in this world but you can’t hate everyone that goes near me.”  You reached for his hand to give it a squeeze. “It was literally a one night stand. Promise it won’t happen again.”

Ross tried to pull his hand out of yours at your words, the vein in his neck twitching at the fucked up thought of his little sister casually sleeping around. “I’m not fucking happy about it. Fucking bro code dude.” He threw his hands up dramatically before turning towards the door. “I’m going for some fresh air.” 

Ross quickly yanked open the front door, Hann hot on his tail, muttering something about checking on him which left you with Matty and George. The three of you standing in silence for a moment before George popped a kiss on top of your head and mumbling about a cig and heading out the back.

Matty disappeared again into the kitchen as you plonked yourself down at the dining room table with a groan. The ticking of the clock the only thing to be heard as the two of you were now the only ones left in your tiny flat. Sitting down next to you, Matty didn’t say anything. Just pushed a mug of coffee towards you and sipping his own.

“You don’t hate me do you? You haven’t said anything all morning.”

Matty took a sip of his coffee, a look of contemplation on his face as his eyes flitted towards you. The silence deafening and the thought of him being upset with you made your heart ache.

“You never offered me that on my birthday.”

You blinked rapidly as you stared at him. That was it. That’s what he chose to say.

Matty tried to say it with a joking lilt to his words. A smirk hiding behind his mug of coffee as you took in his words. But he knew deep down that there was a seriousness to it. It was true, you’ve never done anything with him other than when you kissed at his 18th, on his birthday or otherwise. Apart from one drunken weekend about two weeks later. He wasn’t sure why the thought made his heart pang. But it did. You opened your mouth to respond, quickly shutting it again as a flush rushed to your cheeks as you remembered the night in his garden five birthdays ago.

You let out a shaky laugh, not knowing what to say, shoving his shoulder playfully as you settled back into your chair, steaming coffee ready to be drunk.

“I don’t, you know.” 

You turned you head to curly haired man beside you confused at what he was saying. 

“I could never hate you.”

2014

You weren’t exactly sure where you were. What state you were in. What time it was or how much you and the band had to drink or what drugs Matty had taken tonight but you were fucking exhausted. You had been following your brother and your best friends around the world for the best part of just over a year, ‘acting’ like their personal assistant. 

You were essentially a glorified baby sitter for these four man children. You wouldn’t change it for the world though, you got to travel the world with your best friends and take cool photography in the cool cities you visited but it was all catching up to you. All whilst they were busy being rockstars, some more than others but that was a different story.

You wanted nothing more than to be in the dingy little flat you shared with Matty and George in Manchester, catching up on washing, going down to your local Sainsbury’s and doing the weekly shop. Anything that didn’t require going to bed post 3am.

But you were currently in a club in Atlanta or was it Nashville? You didn’t know but what you did know was that you were bloody tired and the thought of travelling on the tour bus to the next state with a hangover was genuinely about to send you into a downward spiral if you didn’t get yourself back to the hotel asap.

Tucked neatly underneath Hann’s arm, his arm loosely hanging over your shoulder as you rested your head upon his shoulder, you prayed for your brother to round up the other two quicker than he was because you were actually asleep standing up at this point. You didn’t think it was possible to be asleep with your eyes open but you were positive at this precise moment in time it was currently happening.

Ross finally reappeared with George in tow but there was no Matty trailing behind the two of them. You groaned loudly as you clapped eyes on the two of them. Ross looked defeated, tiredness set his eyes too. George smirked when he heard your groans.

“Not the usual type of groans you make when you see me baby.”

“I’ll punch you so hard before Ross even gets the chance to if you don’t shut the fuck up Daniel's. Where’s Healy?”  You huffed, scowling at the boy in front of you.

“Mumbled something incoherent before refusing to leave.” Your brother grumbled.

“Give me two minutes.” You sent Hann a soft smile, before removing yourself from the bubble the two of you’d created at the end of the bar before pushing your way through all the sweaty bodies until you found him trying to chat up some blonde model type near the DJ booth.

Gently placing your hand around his bicep to get his attention, his curls whipped in your direction to see who was touching him. The first thing you noticed apart from the bright grin he was now sporting were his dilated pupils. So he had taken coke again, brilliant. 

The sigh that left you so deeply rooted, you’re surprised he didn’t pick up on it. You hated the way it made him feel after the high was over.

“Hi darling! Hasn’t tonight been amazing? Wait where are the others? Can you believe your brother tried to make me to go back to the hotel? How sick was the gig tonight? Do you want to dance? Hey let me introduce you to…” He spoke at a hundred miles a hour as he spewed out utter nonsense, turning to realise the blonde he was chatting up was long gone.

You watched Matty’s shoulders sag, sad eyes now back on your own. “You fancy coming back with me? I’m dead on my feet and don’t really fancy nursing this inevitable hangover whilst being stuck on the tour bus for over six hours with you lot without at least four hours of decent sleep.”

“But I don’t want to go home yet.” He pouted.

“You come with me now, I’ll let you stay in my bunk tomorrow and I won’t complain about how clingy you are. Promise!”

“Like a sleepover?!”  Matty’s face lit up again.

“If you like, yeah!” You laughed at his childlike enthusiasm.

“Come on then, let’s go right now!” He started to drag you through the crowds. “I’m sharing with Ross tonight. I think he’d rather kill himself than watch you throw yourself at me!” 

“I don’t throw myself at you.” You laughed at the frown he was pulling at you.

“It’s been known to happen Healy! I don’t mind though. My bunk tomorrow. Pinky promise.”

“Tomorrow.”  Matty sent you a soft smile; his pinky looping around your own before you started to tug him back towards the boys. “I just want to clarify, I don’t throw myself at you I just like lying on your tits is all!” He said, pulling a laugh out of you as you approached the rest of the band. Your brother already leading the troops out the club as he saw your approach, eager to get out of there and into bed.

You had currently been on the road from Atlanta to Raleigh, North Carolina for the past two hours and the hangover was showing no signs of disappearing. You had already watched half a season of The Office with Hann and had taken a half arsed nap with Ross but it was hard trying to sleep in the lounge, when your head was knocking off his shoulder every time the bus hit a pot hole.

Not to mention; if Matty made one more fucking sound, you were absolutely positive one of you was going to throw him out the window. It was a toss up between you and Hann, whoever got to him first I suppose. But he was getting on your last nerve. He was annoying at the best of times but there was something about his come down today that was irritating you to no fucking end. He so much as breathed too loudly and it was sending you spiralling into deep pit of annoyance.

You and the band were up back in the lounge area, some Adam Sandler movie playing quietly in the back ground that you were pretty sure none of them were even paying attention to. When Matty threw his phone across the bus, swearing something incoherent under his breath and it was the last straw.

Standing up abruptly, you managed to startle both Ross and Hann at the speed in which you moved. Pulling down George’s hoodie that you had stolen, so it covered more of your ass over the pair of gym shorts you had on. You turned back towards your brother and Adam, irritation etched across your features, scowling at Matty as you eyed him out of your peripheral, as he moped about next to George. 

Just the image of him, made you want to roll your eyes.

“I’m going to my bunk before I fucking throttle him!”  

You sent them both a sarcastic smile before storming off to your bunk. You can’t have been there ten minutes before your peace was interrupted by Matty who was peering around the curtain and asking if he can join you. You let out a big sigh before silently nodding your head as he lumbered on into the small space.

Immediately wrapping his arms around your waist; his head found home upon your chest just like it always did when he wanted a cuddle. Your hand that was wrapped around him made its way up to his head, where it settled in his curls, finger tips running across his scalp. The sound of his soft sighs automatically calming down the irritation that had been bubbling inside you since he had awoken this morning.

You weren’t entirely sure how long you had been lying there in silence. You only broke the silence when the coldness of Matty’s fingertips slipped underneath your hoodie to touch the warmth of your skin. His thumb rubbing circles across the softness of your hips as he snuggled further into your tits as one of his legs started pushing its way in between your own as he got comfy.

“Matty?” Your voice gentle as you tried to get his attention.

“You said you wouldn’t complain.” His voice muffled as he spoke into your covered breasts.

“Your fingers are fucking freezing that’s all.” Your chest vibrated with laughter.

“Sorry sweetheart” Matty moved the slightest bit, to kiss the underside of your chin before snuggling back into the warmth of your hoodie.

“I don’t mean to, you know?”  He whispered softly.

“What are you talking about?”

“I don’t mean to make you angry.” 

His voice was barely above a whisper, that you nearly missed it.

“I’m not angry. Why would you think I’m angry at you?”

“You looked like you’d rather die than be anywhere near me before.” The hand that was weaving through his curls stopped. “I hated it. Hated that you looked at me like that. Made me feel even more shit than I already do.”

“Healy look at me.” Matty didn’t move a muscle, head still tucked underneath your chin, no effort in moving at all at your words.

“Babe. Look at me.” Your voice more stern, wiggling away from his grip so you could look down at him properly. “I could never hate you. Ever.” Your eyes flitted across his features, hardened by the late nights on tour and the hardcore partying. “I hate what that stuff does to you. I would never stop you from having fun but when you do that stuff, I hate how it makes you hate yourself the next day. I don’t want you doing something you’re going to regret because believe it or not Healy. I’m quite fond of you and I don’t think my heart could take it if something happened to you. Neither would my brother’s or Hann’s or George’s. We love you a stupid amount you know.”

Matty blinked at you as he took in your words, his brown eyes glossing over before shoving his face into you neck, the grip around your waist becoming impossibly tighter. Your body shaking as his vibrated against yours, soft sobs leaving him as he chanted; “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” Over and over again.

All you could do was hold him closer and reassure him, that he had nothing to be sorry for and you were just looking out for him because anything else, you were afraid it might break you and you’d cry too. As your best friend was breaking his heart and wetting the hoodie you were wearing.

“Don’t apologise for having fun. I just want you to be careful. All I ever want is for you to be okay and sometimes what you do with all those people you don’t know isn’t good for you sweetheart.”

You squeezed him tighter, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. As he mumbled how “I’ll be better, I promise” into your neck, pressing multiple kisses in quick succession to just under the right side of your jaw before settling back into silence where the two of stay for some time.

The soft regular movement of Matty’s thumb rubbing circles on your hip stopped, his hand significantly less colder than they were before he had them up your hoodie, moved across the expanse of your lower back and rolling you over so you were now draped over him instead and tucked into his side. 

“You know sometimes I feel the only time I might get better is when we are together. You ever feel like that?”

It was now your turn to nod silently, a soft hum leaving your mouth as you pressed a quick kiss into his skin as you settled into a slumber.

2017

You had been pottering about your flat most of the morning, doing a deep clean of the place before you were supposed to be heading to meet the boys for Sunday dinner. Your boyfriend of nearly a year Michael, once again opting out of spending time with you and your family, claiming he had better things to be doing that sitting about and listening to the boys talk about what they had been getting up to in the studio again.

Personally you think it was because George let slip last time Michael could actually be bothered to join you all for a drink, that he had slept with you in a drunken ramble, much to the dismay of your boyfriend, your brother and yourself. And Michael didn’t take too fondly to the fact you were still close with George after the confession.

You were in the middle of folding the last bit of the washing that you had dumped on your bed when your phone pinged with a text from Hann.

‘Did you get a letter in the post this week? x’

‘I get a lot of stuff in the post Ads! Off who? x’

‘Matty x’

The moment you saw his name, your heart got stuck in your throat. None of you had heard from him since he he had left, something to do with his recovery. So the thought of contact from him had you dropping your phone on the bed and rushing from your room, shouting at Michael about the post you had received this week. Only receiving a mumble from him about the fire place; had you dashing to the living room, where you rifled through the post sat on top of the mantelpiece. 

There slotted in between this months Rolling Stone subscription and a local take away menu was a white envelope addressed to you. 

A Barbados post mark sitting in the top right corner.

Dropping the rest of the mail on the coffee table, you rushed back to your bedroom, locking the door immediately before sitting at the edge of your bed and taking in Matty’s scrawl of a penmanship. Running your fingers over the ink; your mind flashed back to that day. 

The day you realised he wasn’t okay. 

How completely out of it he was as you watched him at their last festival gig of the iliwys tour cycle. How utterly miserable he looked as he threw himself about the stage, looking just the shadow of the man you knew and loved.

You knew something wasn’t right as you watched from the side of stage with their manager Jamie. George ever the professional, had even broke his concentration bubble to catch your eye several times during their festival set, worry set in his features. 

The way your gentle giant walked straight up to you, stopped in front of you and just by the look in your eyes. Your face never one to hide your emotions. George wrapped his arm around you and without a single word, the pair of you knew you had to speak to the other boys about it. You needed to talk to him.

The night of the intervention. The way he screamed and shouted at you all. He admitted to using but he didn’t do it quietly. The way Ross stepped in front of you in defence when he swore at you. Hann’s hand wrapped tightly around your own, George’s hand squeezing your shoulder in support as your brown eyes glossed over as you took in the man in front of you. He wasn’t your Matty and you hated looking at him like this. 

You didn’t want to look at him at all and it broke your heart.

Slipping your finger into the envelope you finally tore it open, slipping out several pages of paper. You weren’t sure how long you were holding them before you actually unfolded them but it felt like a lifetime of contemplating before you managed to finally take a deep breath and compose yourself enough to read his words.

‘Darling,

As part of my recovery, I’ve been tasked to write a letter to everyone I’ve hurt and yours is the last one I’ve got to write. Not because you mean the least to me. Quite the opposite. Yours has been the hardest to write. Harder than Gabby. My Mam, Dad & Louis & the boys because you mean the absolute world to me. 

This is actually the third time I’ve attempted to write this. Admitting that I’ve hurt you is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. You know what I’m like, I’m a stubborn twat at the best of times but I needed to do this because you deserve this apology probably the most.

You’ve never once judged me and the fucked up things I do when I’m on one. Since we were kids you’ve stuck by my side, defended me when I really didn’t deserve it and loved me endlessly from the sidelines and I’ve definitely not deserved your love but you gave me it anyway.

Do you remember that time we were on tour in 2014 and I was fucked up on coke for god knows how many days in a row and you couldn’t even be in the same room as me that day on the bus when I was on that god awful come down on the way to North Carolina?

Yet you still didn’t say no when I selfishly came crawling to your bunk to interrupt your peace and quiet with my tail between my legs, asking to come lie with you. You could have told me to piss off but you didn’t, you let me squish myself into your bunk and your arms and let me sleep off my hangover in your arms without complaining once. I would have complained but you didn’t, you let me and my cold hands snake their way into your personal space like I hadn’t gotten on your last nerve just ten minutes prior. 

I’m quite a selfish person. You my darling are the most selfless person I know and I don’t deserve the good grace you’ve given me time and time again. Especially seeing as I dragged you along for the ride and then you’ve had to babysit me because I can’t control myself when it comes to drugs and showing off because I want everyone to like me.

You could have taken the tough love route, told me I’m a big fuck up and judged me for my drug use and tried to get me to stop (which probably would have have had the opposite effect out of defiance) but you didn’t. You silently kept an eye on me and made sure I didn’t end up killing myself. Until I took it too far.

I’ve seen you look at me with distaste over the years. Yet nothing compares to the way you looked at me that day you guys staged your intervention. I didn’t think you guys had noticed. I thought me and Miss H had this great big secret going on and I didn’t want to let any of you guys in on it because it would ruin what we had.

Yet you know me better than anyone. You and George both just knew that day. Of course you did. You’re my best friends. But you don’t know how happy I am the four of you staged that intervention and told me I needed to get my shit together.

When I think about the way I lashed out at you. The way your big brown eyes that usually sparkle with mischief when we’re with each other, glossed over as you just stood and took it and didn’t even raise your voice at me once. I can feel the lump in my throat tighten as I write this.

I deserved it you know. I deserved whatever fury was bubbling inside you because I was a class A cunt that day! I’m truly surprised Ross didn’t knock my head off and I wouldn’t have blamed him either if he had done!

I’m just so glad you did something because the thought of losing every single one of you shatters my soul so much, I would cease to exist without you.

I could sit here and write down the list of all things I’m sorry for but physically we don’t have the time or enough paper! But you should know that I am.

I’m sorry. 

For everything.

I’m doing okay. The best I’ve been in a long time. The only way being here might get better is if you were here too.

I don’t deserve your forgiveness. But I’m begging for it because the thought of you hating me and not being able to trust me anymore kills me.

You really an angel on this earth.

I don’t deserve you.

I love you.

Yours Matthew x

p.s I cannot wait to be reunited with your tits! I’ve missed them!

You let out a chortled laugh as you read through the last line of the letter. Your hands quickly making their way to your face as you wiped the tears that were streaming from your face. The cuffs of your hoodie wet from where you’ve tried to stop the flow of tears. Pressing the letter to your chest, you took a few deep breaths to try compose yourself before you left the confinements of your bedroom.

Hurriedly shoving the letter into your handbag, so there was no chance Michael could stumble across your letter. He didn’t like Matty as it was, you didn’t want to give him ammunition to say anything. You grabbed your car keys and rushed out of the house without a word to your boyfriend and heading straight to Hann’s.

2020

You had broken up with Michael.

The red flags should have been there from the start really. He always had less than nice words to say about you and your relationships with the boys. He didn’t have a lot of nice things to say in general but you were blinded by love and the man he was when you first met that you didn’t see the red flags being waved right in front of your face until your heart (and self confidence) were already broken.

Your brother didn’t like Michael, he thought there was something off about him from the off but you put it down to Ross doing his job as your big brother but his opinion didn’t waver once in the four years you were together. George never liked how possessive he was and the fact he became even more so and tried to stop you from speaking to him after he found out about your night together. Which just fyi happened three years prior to meeting him, so he (everyone) was flabbergasted as to why he was so bothered! Hann. Your sweet angel of a bestie had even voiced how he didn’t like him and he was never one to be rude which should have also been a clue you were dating a dickhead.

Then there was Matty. Matty hated him. The feelings were mutual. Michael had told you plenty of times over your four years together that he hated your best friend but he would never tell you why. Matty told you it was because ‘he was a twat who didn’t deserve you’. You were obliged to agree because that mother fucker cheated on you!

Multiple women across the last two years of your relationship. 

To say you were stunned was an understatement yet it somehow made sense and fell into place so easily when you thought about it all. Yet that didn’t make it hurt any less. But a friend of yours sending you the evidence whilst you were on the last night of the UK tour was the final nail in the coffin that was your shitty relationship with him.

You weren’t sure who wanted to kill him more. Your brother? Matty? Or George? The three of them were raging amongst one another at their after party which should have been a celebration whilst Hann sat with his arms wrapped around you as you cried to him and Carly. You didn’t think anything would make you feel better apart from getting obliterated with your favourite people and forgetting about Michael and the impending doom that was about to be bestowed upon the entire world.

Matty was your saving grace.

Asked you to move in, without even hesitating. Naturally you said yes, sitting in your flat all by yourself whilst you cried over your douchebag of an ex during lockdown did not sound appealing to you. It was giving ‘Emma Pilssbury crying to Celine Dion in her car from Glee’ and you weren’t quite ready to hit that stage of your breakup depression just yet.

Two weeks turned into two months and then four months of lockdown but quite frankly you had never been happier. Living with Matty again, surprisingly was just as good the second time round if not easier. Except this time you weren’t poor, your kitchen roof wasn’t leaking and there was a 95% less drug taking which made your life a whole lot less stressful.

It was just easy with him. At some point whilst the world stood still, Matty and Tahliah broke up and then it really just was you two; doing your washing, fighting over who’s turn it was to use their club card during the weekly shop at Tesco and raising his (both of your’s) new dog, Mayhem.

The two of you had been getting ready to move into a studio tomorrow with George after four months of just the two of you playing house, the pair of them just itching to get back to work. You were aware that Matty had been writing already but you knew it would be full steam now Notes had been released and you wanted to make use of the time you had left just the two of you.

Only because you knew as soon as you got your hands on George. That was it! Not a chance Matty was getting any attention. You had missed your big friendly giant more than anything and you knew from your FaceTime with him last night whilst you couldn’t sleep that he was more than excited to see you too.

All three of you were sunbathing in the garden. Mayhem by your side as the two of you soaked up some much needed sun. The heatwave the UK was currently in the middle of was doing wonders for your skin. You had been lying in silence for the past thirty minutes, a book covering your face to block out the sun as you tried to read. Matty’s head in your lap as you presumed he was napping when you suddenly felt him turn over in your lap, now on his side and looking up at you.

Lifting the book ever so slightly, so you could peek underneath at him, you cocked an eyebrow as he watched you with a gentle gaze. “Yes?” Your tone rich with sarcasm as you stared back at him. “Anything actually going through that pretty head of yours Healy? What you thinking about?”

“Us.”

“Us?” You laughed. “What about us?”

“You remember my eighteenth birthday?”  He asked; peering up at you with a soft smile.

“The party?” Matty nodded. “I remember Ross stopping me from getting with Max! Remember him? I was gutted!”  You laughed. “Why?”

“You know that’s not what I meant?” Matty frowned slightly as he pouted at you.

“Of course I do.” You put your book down, your hands automatically reaching for what was left of his curls,“What about it?”

“You ever think about it?”

“Sometimes. Think we’ve done a fantastic job at keeping it from my brother! Especially with your big gob!”  You smiled down at him as you ran your hand through his curls gently.

“Funny!”  He sent a glare your way, causing you to laugh loudly at his attempt to be intimidating. 

“What’s got you thinking about that kiss from a million years ago anyway?”

“Wanking material.” He somehow managed to say without cracking smile.

It was your turn to shoot him a glare at his crudeness. It wasn’t long though until he was grinning up at you from his place in your lap. You pushed his head away from you in fake annoyance. God you couldn’t stand him sometimes!

“Ohh come on darling. I hear you sometimes! We all do it, you’ve got to think of something!” Matty tried to lighten the mood.

“Yeah I think about G’s 23rd birthday.” You smirked. Your vibrator was good but it wasn’t George. You couldn’t remember the last time you had a good orgasm and thinking it might have been before Michael makes you want to cry. Your confession/kind of a joke caused the grin to fall from his face and you almost felt bad, knowing he doesn’t want to hear about the incredible night you had with George because if anyone asked him, he absolutely did not want to relive it.

“I’m joking!” Your hand reached for his curls again. “Seriously though, what’s got you reminiscing about it. It’s been a long time.”

“Just thinking about how much I love you is all.” His confession made you stop. “What would have happened if we’d said fuck it and we ended up together.”

“I don’t think Ross would have been too happy. You saw how mad he got about G!”  You laughed nervously as you thought about stopping your brother from knocking his band mate out.

“He’d have gotten over it.” Matty was now leaning up on his arms, leaning forward to press a light kiss to your bikini clad torso before pressing several kisses in quick succession up your stomach until he was hovering over your chest and looking down at your face. “If we were happy, he’d have been happy. You know he would have been.”

His actions made you hold your breath. It being strangely intimate and probably the most intimate you’d been since you were teenagers. You wondered if he was actually going to kiss you again but he just looked down at you fondly.

“You know I’d do anything for you right?”  You nodded. “You’re one of the only people who makes me truly happy.  I’d literally go too far just you have you near. I’d go blind just to see you!”

You rolled your eyes at the dramatics of his statement but the sweet sentiment made you smile, you reached up to hold the side of his face in your hands. Your thumb sweeping over the apple of his left cheek. The pair of you just basking in the warmth of the sun and each other. Unsure how long you hadn’t said anything, Matty broke the silence in the most Matty way.

“Literally anything you need. I’ve got you for life sweetheart. A cuppa? A joint? An orgasm? I’m your man!” 

A chortle left your mouth as he cheekily beamed down at you, waiting for what he knew would be a somewhat sarcastic response. He didn’t realise he’d really set himself up for what you were about to say.

“Don’t worry I’m good. I’m seeing G tomorrow!”

The way his eyes narrowed at you made you cackle even louder as he finally jumped up off you, to walk back inside without another word. “I’m sorry!”  You laughed. “I promise not to shag George when I see him. I’m good with my vibrator I promise!”  You manage to sputter out through your laughter. “Stick the kettle on whilst you’re in there love.”  You shouted after him.

Matty threw you the middle finger over his shoulder which made you laugh even more as he went though the back door, Mayhem hot on his heels; knowing fine well he was going to put the kettle on and make you a brew just how you liked it because for as long as he can remember he’s never been able to say no to you and he didn’t think he’d ever will.

2023

The 1975 in Show and Concert was possibly your favourite tour that you’d been apart of with the boys. There was an accumulative of factors; the fact you weren’t the only girl on tour this time round, Carly had joined Adam with their son and Charli had come to as many shows as her own schedule permitted. You also had a little part to play at Matthew’s request (obviously!) donned in a white lab coat, you brought Matty a hot honey and lemon on stage every night and pottered about with the rest of the crew, making sure your brother and the rest of the band were all good before slipping off to watch the rest of the show from backstage.

Or it could have been that you and Matty were closer than ever. Ever since lockdown and the pair of you had been living together, everything seemed so simple that since restrictions were lifted, you just carried on living together. I think when George removed the last box of things from your old flat to take to Matty’s did it for him, that he just shook his head with a laugh. 

“You guys really are an old married couple!” He chuckled; slamming the boot close and jumping in the car before you could get a word in edgeways.

He wasn’t wrong, you guys did essentially everything together apart from have sex. Not that you hadn’t thought about it. Somewhere between moving into the studio with him and George and then your brother and Hann joining them to start recording their fifth studio album. You hadn’t shagged anyone in over a year and there was only so many times you could use your vibrator before you got bored and there wasn’t a cat’s chance in hell you were ordering a new toy to the studio because Matty didn’t have boundaries and absolutely would have opened it before you could even get the chance to get your hands on it.

You had also promised after day one; after one too many jokes and essentially mounting George at any given moment just to have him near you that you wouldn’t sleep with him. Even though a repeat of his birthday from seven years prior was literally so so temping to you! So what the hell were you going to do? The thought of dating apps made you want to vomit and hanging about bars really didn’t seem that appealing.

But Matty being Matty; was being overly affectionate one night after one too many glasses of red after a show, had the two of you giggling like teenagers and wondering if the two of you had gotten better at kissing since Matty’s 18th. Curiosity getting the better of the both of you, had you surging towards one another in a flurry of horniness after the kiss, was how you found yourself straddling his lap and snogging him like your life depended on it! Until you physically had to pull away to get your breath back and a rush of sense flashed through your brain. The two of you went to bed separately.

Neither of you spoke about it again.

Nor did you ever think about how the two of you were always drawn to each other no matter what shit storm was going on around you until now. You were just tying up the end of the UK leg of the tour, you and the band were in Ireland and Jamie had just told you that *The Scum* were running a horrendous article about Matty. This had in turn resulted in an argument after their penultimate show between the boys. 

You knew he did things in the heat of the moment whilst he’s on stage or says shit without thinking and it comes to bite him in the arse almost every time but he’d never do what they’re accusing him of on purpose.

But seeing your brother hurt by Matty’s stupid actions; the repercussions for not just himself but for the rest of the band, your brother, yourself just by association. It was enough for you to step in, in defence of your brother. He came before everyone else, every single time.

This you didn’t realise; had as big of an effect until you were stood frozen on stage in front of your brother, Matty in between you and Ross. Apologising to him, crying in front of thousands of people. How Ross hadn’t broke the facade and took him in his arms was beyond you because your brother’s face was currently blurry to you and he was stood a foot in front of you. Tears filled your brown eyes and were threatening to spill as Matty let his vulnerable side show in front of everyone. Something he never does.

You had done so well until he apologised once more; removing his hand from Ross’s arm and reaching behind him blindly to grab on to you. The tears automatically fell; the action enough to make Ross twitch in an ache to comfort you. Something he couldn’t do until the band had come off stage at the end of consumption.

After the final song of tour; the boys usually head on out for the after party. Tonight you had Matty back at the hotel in your room on his knees and begging for you. 

Begging for you to not leave him. Begging for you not to move out. Begging for you to stay by his side. Begging for you to still love him.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked down at the man in front of you; on his knees as his hands grasped at your legs, pulling you close as he hugged you as physically close as possible as he sobbed against your legs. Instinctively you reached for his curls, running your fingers through them softly.

“Baby. Look at me.” The softness of his curls tickled your thighs as he stayed pressed against you. “Matthew. Darling look at me.” 

You managed to loosen his grip enough to slide down on to your knees in front of him, taking a hold of his face in your hands as you eyes flitted across his face, smiling softly at him as he tried to calm himself down.

“I can’t lose you. I can’t lose any of you.” He shook his head, curls flying in front of his face. “But I can’t lose you darling. I can’t.”

“Matthew. Look at me. Why do you think you’re going to lose me? You’re never going to lose me. You’re kinda stuck with me!” You laughed. “And even if I decided to fuck off, my brother being your bassist kind of means I’m stuck with you anyway.” The grip on his face got tighter as his hands reached up to hold on to your wrists.

“But last night…”

“Ross and I just want you to use your brain sometimes before you do stupid shit! You’ve not lost either of us. I promise.”

“Promise?”

Your heart jumped into your throat at the swell of tears in his eyes and his lip quiver.

“Life. That’s how long you’ve got me for Healy. Promise.” As soon as you stopped speaking; Matty threw himself at you, arms around your neck and squeezing you so tightly you nearly stopped breathing. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you” Being repeated in your ear over and over as you squeezed him back, pressing your lips to the side of his face in consecutive kisses until he abruptly pulled away. Eyes red and looking at you so softly you thought he was going to cry again.

“I love you.”

“I love you too. You know I do.” You smiled at him warmly.

“No. It’s always been you.” He said as he reached for your hands and it felt like you had been hit in the chest. The sting of tears trickling up your face and threatening to fill your eyes as you silently took him in. You went to open your mouth but nothing came out.

“I know I always talk too much but just listen to me. I love you. Since we were kids I reckon, I was just too chicken to ever do anything.  When you kissed me on my 18th birthday. When you saw I needed help,  you saved my life sending me to rehab. Every day, I thought about getting home to you.  It’s what got me through every day. You make me a better man darling. When you take my shit when I don’t deserve it. When you make me a brew in the morning just how I like it. When you roll me a joint when you realise I’m too tense and in my head without me even having to ask. When you tell me to shut the fuck up before a situation escalates. When we go to big Tesco and walk the dog or do all the washing together. I fucking live for that shit because it’s with you. Fuck I’ve been writing songs about you for the past decade! You are intertwined with every era of this band sweetheart. I mean 60% of the last album is about you! ” He chuckled softly.

“What?” Managed to escape you in a gasp.

“Come on sweetheart. Some of this music has literally been out for ten years!”

“I - Just never - Why have you never said anything before now?” Your voice horse with frustration.

“I love your brother too much. But thinking I’d lost the two of you, just made me think fuck it. You deserve to know. You need to know.” Matty shrugged casually.

“That’s stupid.” Your deadpan tone, stunning him silent.

“Sorry?”

“Wasn’t it you that said to me that if Ross knew I was happy. That we were happy he wouldn’t care. He’d have gotten over it? And you’ve just subliminally been telling me you love me through music this entire time?”

“Yes?” 

You cocked an eyebrow at his hesitation, the questioning tone as your eyes flit across his handsome features. Cheeks tinged with pink due to his tears, his chest falling up and down rapidly at his confession as he awaited you answer. You still didn’t say anything, thinking about how to respond until you found the perfect response.

Surging forward you pushed your lips against Matty’s. Hands reaching for the curls you loved so much. Waiting for him to reciprocate felt like a life time but your Matthew was well equipped in the art of kissing you back so realistically it was 0.2 seconds after he had gotten over the shock.

You kissed him over and over again, not wanting to stop the feeling of how your lips moved against his, how his tongue felt against yours. You felt like you were on fire, he was intoxicating. He always was but fuck was he more than ever. Finally finding the strength to untangle yourself from him, chests heaving as you both got oxygen back in your lungs you said the words, the way he’d been wishing to hear for the past sixteen years.

“I love you too.”

When he was finally seen in public two days later on the eve of their Gorilla gig in Manchester. The fans noticed Matty was in higher spirits than he had been two days prior when his breakdown was caught on camera. You had been nervous to tell your brother but Ross claimed he already knew Matty was in love with you, he was just waiting to see if he’d actually grow some balls or not! Then he hugged you so tightly and whispered he was happy for the both of you, which in turn had you and Matty crying backstage in their green room as you found yourself in a 1975 sandwich! 

You don’t think you had seen Matty look so happy on stage in a long time. He loved touring but it was gruelling but seeing him on stage in this tiny venue with his best friends and his girl watching and waiting for him side stage. He couldn’t stop beaming. The fans noticed, the comments already flying in online about him. They increased tenfold when he jumped offstage, not waiting the ten second walk backstage before kissing you like his life depended on it.

The blurry picture of Matty holding your jaw in his hands as he kissed you in the shadows of the stage was on a 1975 update account within minutes.

Captioned: If you know you know. Finally 🖤

You were obliged to agree.

#Matty Healy #matty healy imagine #matty healy fic #matty healy x reader #matty healy x you #matty healy fanfiction #the 1975 imagine #the 1975 fic #the 1975 x reader #George Daniel #george daniel imagine #Adam Hann #adam hann imagine #Ross MacDonald #ross macdonald imagine

[duckiemimi]

I’m so tired of people pushing the narrative that Gojo is a psychopath who doesn’t care about others at all. If he truly didn’t care he would’ve blitzed all the curses in Shibuya at once.

He cares about others in his own way. He did his best for a girl he knew for a day and was willing to go against the system for her. In the novels he asks Nanami to train Yuji because he knows he isn’t able to give Yuji what he needs from the mental side of things (I know not everyone considers the novels canon but it’s a nice touch). Even though it isn’t his nature he still goes out of his way to help others. In a way I find it more honourable than people who save others for their own gratification which he doesn’t do. He is the strongest being on earth, yet he never abuses his power to hurt others. He uses jujutsu for his own enjoyment but he doesn’t feel like he’s on the right side/better because he saves people.

He cares but he just doesn’t care enough. Isn’t that okay tho? Personally I also find it hard to genuinely care about other people unless they’re extremely close to me and I don’t think I’m a psychopath.

Also a psychopath wouldn’t be yearning for someone to be on his level/to understand him.

GOD, I LOVE THIS.

i hate how because of this chapter, more people see gojo as sukuna’s mirror, the both of them sharing this thrill for power only. as if hidden inventory didn’t happen. as if shibuya didn’t happen. as if any other arc where he saved people didn’t happen. do you think sukuna would spare a glance at other beings?

in broader terms, you could say sukuna was a human who wanted to become “god” (after all, he started out as a sorcerer and gained his title as “strongest” as a curse, not as a human) and gojo was a “god” who wanted to become human (born shifting the balance of the world; having everything at his fingertips and yet what he yearns for is connection).

gojo isn’t altruistic. no human is capable of pure altruism. gojo is human and the way he cares is human. if geto is being used as the comparison here, to determine whether gojo’s “selfish” or “selfless”, then it’s a moot point because geto isn’t altruistic, either. they are all complex characters that have small contradictions because hypocrisy is a part of human nature. it sucks to see them flattened for any reason at all.

and what i also dislike about this “psychopath narrative” is how it paints people who struggle with empathy as “evil” or “other.” there’s nothing wrong with struggling with empathy. most of these people try their best not to hurt other people anyway, though i’d agree that gojo wouldn’t even fit this description in the first place.

i don’t mean to psychoanalyze a group of people, but perhaps people think this way because they see these (fictive) qualities in gojo and find them desirable, “cool.” perhaps, due to lack of knowledge and willing reading, they equate him to being a psychopath because they find it “cool,” and edgy and different. or perhaps they perceive the word “psychopath” in negative connotation, and so they label gojo as such to help bolster their favorite character. either way, whatever it is, i hope they learn and heal.

#jjk #gojo satoru #gojo #satosugu #jjk 236 #jujutsu kaisen #asks

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Jim Hopper’s child (Part 1)

Jim Hopper x child!reader

warnings: guns, knives, death, blood, cigarettes, alcohol and so on

a/n: might have 2 do another part bc it got so long lol. we’ll see how long that takes me

prompt: anonymous: “Could I request being Jim Hoppers teenage daughter headcanons please, like reader is as old as Steve, Nancy, Jonathan ect”

part 2 (tba)

you spent most of your childhood in new york

but after things fell apart, after your sister passed, you decided to move back to hawkins with your dad when you were in middle school

which was very different than what you were used to.

starting with the fact that everyone knew your dad

and all eyes were on you to be a model citizen, you felt a lot of pressure to be the best you could be

most adults knew of the tragedy that struck your family, too. sooner or later, so would the kids

“so your sister had cancer? and she died?” -classmate

“…yes” -you

“that sucks” -classmate

you were definitely a rebel.

some blamed your “acting out” on the divorce, or the move, or losing sarah, but anyone who knew anything knew you were just jim hopper’s kid

“they’re trouble, just like their father” -anyone who knew jim as a teen

you were quite intimidating

you also inadvertently became popular in high school

“well, they’re dad is the chief of police, that means if we get into any trouble we’re golden!” -tommy h

“tommy, i hate you” -you

“yeah right! im your favorite person in the whole wide world” -tommy

“no, tommy, i mean it. if we get into any trouble im throwing you under the bus” -you

your dad taught you how to shoot a gun and defend yourself

and he’d take you camping in the woods in the summer

“how’s it going, kid? having fun?” -hopper

“you gave me a knife, of course im having fun” -you, carving up a chunk of wood

“that’s right, kid. proud of you” -hopper

he worried about you sometimes, looking back on everything he got away with as a kid

but he let go a bit just to let you live a little

you stole his cigarettes plenty of times

and his alcohol if he didn’t get to it first

he did hate your friends, though

“what’s up with you and all these preppy kids, y/n? really? aren’t they kind of assholes?” -hopper

“huge assholes. absolutely terrible. but they wont leave me alone, think im this super cool badass because im your kid, think i get away with everything” -you

“oh, so when i pull over one of these kids for drinking and driving while being underage, they think you’ll get them out of it?” -hopper

“that is correct” -you

“do they realize i’m probably gonna punish them harder?” -hopper

“no, but im counting on you to” -you

honestly you do share beers with him from time to time

not enough to get you drunk but enough to bond

hearing stories of his time at hawkins high

“then, and then—” -hopper, snorting laughter “me and joyce. you know joyce’s boy. jonathan byers’ mom. yeah, me and her were close back then! we revved up my car so hard that the principal ran outside to see what all the noise was and we ended up kicking back so much dirt…oh, man, there was so much dirt all over him and his stupid suit and his stupid glasses. he didn’t even go home, he stayed like that all day. me and joyce got detention for like, three weeks straight. ohhh, good times” -hopper

going out late to steve’s house nearly every weekend

and really showing off your teenage rebellion in his pool if you know what i mean

all in good fun

going to the station to help out when you could

flo thought you were an angel, callahan and powell always laughed at the remark

“y/n, how in the world did you convince that woman that you’re a saint?” -powell

“who says im not?” -you

“how many times have we had to give you a ride home after finding you stumbling down the street in the middle of the night? which of us is keeping score of that again?” -callahan

“that would be you, my friend” -powell

“hey, as long as i help her with paperwork and cleaning, i’m just the most selfless person on the face of the earth” -you

sooner or later that week that turned your life upside down came to be

when will byers went missing

you weren’t too worried until you found out what you were up against

but you weren’t much of a believer at first

but you were still highly sympathetic of jonathan’s situation to a certain extent

“hey, jonathan? i feel really shitty about everything you’re dealing with right now, man. i cant do much to help, but i’m here for you” -you

“uh, yeah, thanks. thank you, y/n” -jonathan

your friends didn’t bother making fun of you, they knew you’d tear them a new one over something like this

and you got a bit quiet as all of this went down

still went out with your friends, though

and sat with nancy at the pool to talk just a bit before barb disappeared, too

“i’m surprised you’re friends with them, honestly. i thought the chief’s kid would be more cautious and rule-abiding” -nancy

“then you got me all wrong, miss wheeler. rules are for suckers” -you, lighting a cigarette

“pass that this way, y/n” -steve

“get your own” -you

getting pretty freaked when barb went missing since you were the last to see her

steve begged you not to tell your dad

but you really weren’t having it

that’s when you started backing away from your shitty friend group, when nancy asked for your help

because no one believes kids, and you had all the resources she needed

“y/n, come on! we know you wanna hang this weekend, why are you being so difficult?” -steve

“difficult? difficult, steve? you’re kidding, right? all the messed up shit happening around here and you’re calling me difficult for showing caution, concern?” -you

“yeah, i am! since when are you cautious? i’m starting to think you don’t like us anymore” -steve

“i don’t! you’re all assholes who care more about your social self-preservation than the real lives that are at stake! when barb and will are back home safe, maybe i’ll consider a friendship with you, but until then? stay the fuck out of my way” -you

that really struck a chord with steve

but not quite on time considering he resorted to vandalism and picking fights with your crew

“oh, if it isn’t the junior chief. what are you gonna do, cuff us?” -tommy h

“grow the hell up” -you

“surprised you wound up with these two, y/n. they dont seem like your type of people” -steve

“and you are?” -you

after the fight, you got dragged back to the station with powell and callahan

and flo was DEVASTATED you could have been a part of that

“what were you thinking, y/n? these kids, they must be crazy. fights? weapons? you’re just a teenager, you shouldn’t be apart of that. especially with your father around. and what if you were the next to go missing?” -flo

“i promise you, flo, it was just the wrong place at the wrong time. i was trying to make sure they didn’t kill each other. things have been tense in the past week” -you

“oh, i know. you’re a good kid, sweetie” -flo

callahan and powell did have to question you to see what was going on, but they knew you were no snitch

“alright, y/n. go sit in your dad’s office. soon as he gets here, i’m sure he’d love to talk to you” -powell

hopper found you at his desk with your feet kicked up, and from there you hit him with everything you knew so far

“don’t tell me you actually believe all this shit” -hopper

“wish i could tell you i was kidding. but it’s just not adding up. i’ve got a really bad feeling” -you

it was a similar feeling to the weeks before your sister got sick and passed

and you were one of the most level-headed teens to walk the earth, you heard reason and scoffed at anything that fell outside of your bounds

soon after you and your dad were on the same page, he said to you

“think you can stay with a friend for a few days?” -hopper

you soon discovered why when you came home to grab some clothes and found your trailer turned upside down

which made you think this ran even deeper that you previously thought

aaaand eventually this led up to the middle school with a bunch of kids you didn’t know, a few teens you did, and the only adults you trusted

“eleven? hey, kid, you need anything?” -you

“so chief hopper’s kid, who just happens to be the biggest skeptic and irresponsible teen in hawkins, is on the same page as the rest of us now?” -dustin

“i mean, i guess so. theyre here arent they?” -lucas

“who says i’m skeptic and irresponsible?” -you, from behind

“w-what? no, we didn’t say that. i mean—we don’t believe that” -mike

“i’m just playing with you” -you, shaking two of them by the shoulders

your dad came up to you and handed you a revolver and some extra rounds

“you. you are in charge of these kids. you are to keep them safe and use this if absolutely necessary. i’m trusting you” -hopper

“why are you speaking to me like i’m a child?” -you

“because you are one” -hopper

“i know all about gun safety if that’s what you’re worried about” -you

“i’m worried about you and these kids and the monsters that are after you” -hopper

“think i’m not just as worried about you and joyce?” -you

“heh, that’s cute. behave yourself.” -hopper

“yes, sir” -you, sarcastically saluting

it didn’t take long for you and your crew to high tail it to the byers’ residence and make good with your own mission

it was a dumb idea, but so was staying at the school

and while you were preparing for a fight, steve started banging on the door

“steve?” -you

“y/n?” -steve

“get the hell out!” -you

“why do you have a gun?!” -steve

“do you want to find out?!” -you

nancy helped him with that part, pulling her own on him

it was funny (and invigorating) ((you’re a little wacky))

but it was too late and steve decided to join in on the action in some sort of offering of peace

*loud overlapping screaming*

“what…” *pant* “the hell…” *pant* “was that..?” -steve

“…are you insane?!” -you

“what?! what did i do?!” -steve

“you almost got yourself killed!” -you

“it’s okay, y/n…it’s over for now…we’re all okay” -jonathan

“this isn’t over, steve. the hell is wrong with you?” -you

“i was just trying to help, y/n. at least i know you still care” -steve

“i will shoot you if you try any shit like that again” -you

“maybe we should take the gun from them” -nancy

“you want to risk it when they’re this worked up?” -jonathan

you all shouted/talked it out and calmed down and headed back for the middle school together

which was a complete shitshow and you knew your dad would be pissed

but he hugged you and told you that he was proud of you

“give me back my gun” -hopper

you all hung out in the hospital waiting for will to wake up

and the kids huddled around you to ask about the demogorgon

“did you see it? did you shoot it? we saw it! and el completely destroyed it!” -lucas

“yeah, it was badass!” -dustin

“can you teach us how to shoot?” -lucas

“no” -you

you had to meet with a handful of government officials over all you’d just become aware of

mouths? sealed shut

you became closer with the people you almost died with, took special care with the kids

and eventually discovered el was still alive

“what do you say we move into grandpa’s old cabin?” -hopper

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[franklyshipping]

Dinner Is Served ~ A Markiplier and Jacksepticeye Ego Fanfic

HERE WE HAVE A FIC WRITTEN FROM A GORGEOUS ANONYMOUS PROMPT, SO PREPARE FOR SOME SNACKS AND GIGGLES! ALSO! This fic can technically be seen as a subtle sequel to ‘Definitely Not Hayfever’, so if you want a little context then give that one a read here! OKAY, NOW LET’S DO THIS!

TAGGING: @marvin-lee-magician-blog @marvinleemagician-blog @darkipli-ler and @silvlee-shepherd

‘Oh my GOD look! Everything’s so pretty!’

Dark and Jackie shared a fond look at Silver’s excited squeal, but as they too entered the lavish dining room they had to admit it was beyond gorgeous. The long oak table was dressed with a crimson tablecloth, silver place settings, black lace serviettes, and an ornate centrepiece of tall black candles, blooms of lilac hydrangeas, and painted taxidermy skulls. It was everything gothic and romantic and fancy, and the trio smiled in awe. Then their smiles widened when they spotted the man stood at the head of the table, the man who happened to be their host for the evening. Marvin was beaming at the three of them and dressed up to the nines, and clapped his hands together happily.

‘My dearest guests, welcome! Please do take your seats, the plaques on your plates will tell you where.’

Silver giggled at Marvin’s dramatics and shared a grin with Dark, who exhibited a little eyeroll. Nevertheless they took their seats, with Dark to Marvin’s left and Silver to Dark’s left. Meanwhile, Jackie strode to his boyfriend and pecked his cheek, grinning fondly.

‘This looks beautiful sweetheart.’

Marvin grinned, a little bashful flush appearing on his face as Jackie sat down to his right. But then he cleared his throat, and the showman returned as he looked around at them all.

‘Now then, I’m sure you’re all curious as to why you’ve been invited to this dinner. Well…’

Marvin paused a little for effect… and then his expression softened as he smiled at Dark, who straightened up at the attention.

‘Dark. Ever since I first came into being, you were there. You’ve been there for each and every one of us, and you always make all of us feel loved and special. You’ve made me feel special, and helped me understand who I am and what I’m capable of. For that, I will forever be grateful.’

Dark was shocked into silence, because he never would have predicted Marvin saying such things to him. He felt a rare warmth unfurl in his chest as he smiled at the magician, because as hard and cold his exterior might look, there is nothing he would not do for the happiness of the egos under his roof. Marvin now looked to Silver, tilting his head at him affectionately.

‘Silver… I swear you are the sweetest person on the face of the earth. You are constantly selfless, affectionate, perceptive, and you are one of the best friends I’ve ever had. I don’t know who I’d be if I didn’t have you in my life.’

Silver gasped softly, his eyes immediately welling up with tears as he beamed at Marvin. Silver always tried his best to be everything for his loved ones, so to hear this loveliness from Marvin just made his heart swell beyond measure. Then, Marvin’s heart fluttered with love as he gazed at Jackie.

‘My darling… love of my life. Your every glance, smile and laugh bring me joy. You are more beautiful than the infinite horizon, and you’ve made me realise that I deserve to be loved. I adore you, with all my heart.’

Jackie’s breath got caught in his throat. It didn’t matter how much time passed. The love he felt for Marvin was as fresh and fiery as the day it first sparked inside him, and he melted when Marvin bent down and kissed him. He held Marvin’s hand, watching his boyfriend look around at everyone again.

‘I guess this dinner is a thank you, to all of you, for being the most excellent loved ones a warlock could ever dream of having.’

With his free hand Marvin snapped his fingers, and he giggled when everyone gasped as their favourite dishes materialised in front of them. For Silver there was a hero-sized bowl of beautifully seasoned chicken noodle soup, and for Dark a rare fillet of steak with dauphinoise potatoes and Diane sauce. Then Jackie started giggling when he saw the soft-shell chicken tacos and nacho fries, specifically from Taco bell, in front of him. He grinned and pulled Marvin down for another kiss.

‘You’re a dork, and I adore you too.’

Marvin grinned happily, before taking his own seat and encouraging everyone to dig in. He himself summoned a salmon fillet on a bed of pesto, garlic and chilli tagliatelle to his plate, and thus the dinner commenced. Everyone ate happily, the food of course perfect in every way for everybody’s tastes and appetites. Dark rolled his eyes as Silver slurped eagerly at his soup.

‘Silver that soup will go up your nose if you’re not careful.’

‘I don’t care, it tastes so friggin good!’

Dark sighed at him, and then sent a playful glare when Silver stuck his tongue out at him. Marvin grinned at them, and then smirked when Jackie groaned happily into his third taco.

‘Do you two need a few minutes alone?’

Marvin glanced between Jackie and the taco before sending him a wink, making his hero blush and softly kick him under the table.

‘Shush.’

Of course, shortly after the kick Jackie sent him a little wink in return. The rest of the dinner went with plenty more banter and teasing, until everyone was wiping their mouths as their cleared dishes dematerialised into the air. As everyone slumped a little in their seats, Silver sent Marvin an eager smile.

‘Is there pudding?’

Everyone beamed affectionately at him, and Dark smirked as he gave Silver’s tummy a playful poke.

‘Someone has a hungry tummy today.’

Silver squeaked and batted his hand away with a flustered smile, and Marvin chuckled.

‘There’s plenty of pudding awaiting you, but let’s make sure you process your main first okay?’

Silver nodded with an adorable pout in place, his addiction to sweets as ever warming the hearts of everyone in the room. Now the group took a little time to relax in their seats, enjoy their varying beverages, and just let their main courses go down in a leisurely fashion. This was going well… but after a little time, our three guests started feeling things. Marvin was relaxed in his seat, but the others started becoming somewhat restless. Dark had these odd prickles sparking up the back of his neck, and Jackie felt the same prickles teasing his feet. He thought it was just pins and needles, not thinking much of it. Meanwhile, Silver was getting the same sensations at his tummy, and interestingly close to his outie navel. Marvin glanced between them all, and developed quite an interesting smirk.

‘You all seem a little restless, is there something wrong?’

Marvin’s confused guests squirmed even more as the prickles became more noticeable… and their eyes widened simultaneously as the feelings suddenly became familiar. They were tickly. They all looked at the smirking magician, realising that perhaps this dinner hadn’t been entirely innocent after all. Jackie was flushed, Silver was starting to giddily smile, and Dark was gritting his teeth and getting goose-bumps as he growled.

‘Marvin… what have you done?’

Marvin smirked, raising an innocent eyebrow at him.

‘Whatever do you mean Dark?’

‘Marvin yohou­–’

Marvin grinned as he watched Dark succumb to his giggles, scrunching up and letting out a series of spluttery snickers, despite all his best efforts.

‘Whahatever spehell this ihis, Ihi demand yohou cehehease!’

Dark exclaimed, trying to glare at the magician, but it was impossible for him to look the least bit intimidating now. He was rubbing frantically at his neck and ears, trying to quell the streams of fluttery sparks that seemed to have invaded his very skin with unavoidable tickling. Meanwhile Jackie and Silver were also suffering with their own giggle fits, both of them curling up in their chairs as they watched Marvin saunter over to Dark, smiling down at him smugly.

‘There are no spells at work here, just a little special ingredient. Can you guess what it is?’

Dark spluttered incoherently, any reply being hindered by his ticklish chuckles and gasps as he desperately scrunched his neck – alas, it was useless. Marvin chuckled amusedly, but then turned when he heard an adorable squeal.

‘Th-The pohohohollen!’

It was Silver, who was tightly hugging his tummy as he giggled his flustered heart out. Marvin beamed at him, wandering over with a delighted smile on his face at Silver’s memory. Silver blushed as he recalled when he’d helped Marvin transport his tickle-pollen plant through the manor, along with Marvin telling him how he planned to harness the pollen to create tickly surprises for everyone. The hero really should have seen this coming.

‘Well remembered! Tell me Silver, does it tickle more inside your adorable tumtum, or was it worse last time?’

Marvin cooed down at Silver, who blushed even more and kicked his feet as he babbled.

‘Ihihihi dohon’t knohohow!’

‘Aww, poor little thing. I guess you’ll just have to keep giggling and hope for the best.’

Silver whined as Marvin chuckled at him, loving how it was affecting Silver so perfectly. Then though the magician’s heart jumped when he heard the utterly adorable cries of his boyfriend.

‘Thihihihis ihihis ehehevil!’

Marvin beamed, and took a few moments just to gaze at Jackie… and fall in love with him all over again. Jackie was frantically trying to rub his feet against the carpeted floor to banish the tickly sensations, but it was all for nought.

‘Evil? I thought you liked it when I came up with new tickly surprises?’

Marvin crooned and winked, bringing a handsome redness to Jackie’s face as he retorted.

‘Y-Yohohou shuhuhut ihit!’

‘Or what? You’ll kick your ticklish feet at me?’

Marvin teased back with a raised eyebrow, before he leant over him and cupped his jaw intimately. He trailed his thumb over one of Jackie’s heated cheeks, softening his voice to a playful purr.

‘I must say, I had a lot of fun tailoring each pollen concoction to you all. You, my love, should be getting lovely tingles up and down your arches… and they’ll be at your toes too before long.’

He pecked Jackie’s cheek chastely, before sauntering back around the table towards Dark. The suited ego’s hands were practically clamped to his neck now, but his deep, jumpy fits of giggles were unstoppable. Marvin’s eyes glimmered as he took in how much of a giggly mess he was, for it was oh so satisfying to see.

‘Now with you, I’m sure you’ve felt all that lovely fluttering up and down your neck. Don’t worry though, those hidden little nerves behind your ears will get their fair share of attention too.’

‘Yohohohou bahahahastahard!’

Dark exclaimed, his eyes widening not just at Marvin’s knowledge, but at the fact that he announced it for the whole damn room to hear! Marvin giggled, and then moved over to Silver who at this point was curled up adorably on the floor, squeaking and yipping from his tickly treatment.

‘And for you my sweet Silver… I think all those tummy tickles are creeping towards your giggle button right about now, aren’t they?’

Silver giggled even harder because yes, that was precisely what was happening to him. The wriggling hero pouted endearingly up at Marvin, babbling sweetly.

‘P-Plehehease, behehehe nihihihice! Mahahake ihit stahahap!’

‘Ohh I’m sorry, but no can do. You’ll just have to wait for your special spells to run their course.’

Marvin winked, and with the beautiful orchestra of pleading, threats, and wild mirth in his ears, got himself comfortable in his seat. He sneered, picked up his glass, and raised it to his dear guests.

‘Cheers.’

Marvin observed them all happily as the trio each descended into their own ticklish hells. Dark had his head pressed against the dinner table as his deep laughter started turning wheezy. The swirling, feather-like tickling behind his ears was driving him crazy as he spluttered streams of swear words under his breath. Meanwhile Jackie was snorting and yelping at the pinchy tickles he could feel under and in-between his toes; he had his fingers tangled in his messy hair as his adorable, dashing grin took over his face. Then there was Silver. The hero was a mess of near-incoherent squeals and babbles as teasing scratches invaded his outie… and all he could do was beg.

‘PLEHEHEASE! NAHAT THEHERE MAHAHARVYYY!’

Of course, at every little outburst from his guests Marvin would take the opportunity to tease them. Every single time.

‘Not your adorable belly button? But Silver, everyone knows that’s your favourite tickle spot! What kind of friend would I be if I neglected it, hm?’

Silver wailed adorably, arching his back from the newest swarm of tickling as Dark yelled out with an attempt at a glare in Marvin’s direction.

‘YOHOHOU’LL PAHAY FOR THIHIS!’

Marvin laughed warmly, resting his chin on his hand happily as he mused.

‘Ohh we’re doing more threats now? The tickles must be getting you good, huh Dark? Right at those hidden nooks behind your earlobes if I’m right.’

‘SHUHUT UHUHUP!’

Dark’s face bloomed with crimson, his head resolutely bumping the dinner table as Marvin giggled smugly.

‘Knew it.’

Then, a familiar cackle drew Marvin’s attention, and he sighed fondly at the sight of his boyfriend. In his humble opinion, Jackie’s ticklish hysteria was one of the most beautiful things in the entire world.

‘BAHAHABY PLEHEHEASE! NOHOHO MOHOHORE!’

Jackie, like Silver, had found himself curled up on the ground amidst his tickle torment. He was kicking wildly as Marvin came over and crouched by him, deciding to stroke through the hero’s tousled hair as he whispered flirtatiously.

‘God honey, you’re so handsome when you beg like that.’

Jackie was torn between melting into Marvin’s affection, or just biting at his hand like a feral cat – all he could really do though was just continue to laugh, his mirth bouncing about adorably alongside Silver’s hiccups and Dark’s snorts.

‘DOHOHON’T TEHEHEHEASE!!’

He cried out, making Marvin laugh fondly. Then the hero let out a soft squeak when Marvin planted a warm kiss on his forehead.

‘Oh come now, can you really expect me not to tease the man that I love?’

Jackie’s face looked like it was about to combust with redness as Marvin beamed at him, but then they both laughed when a high-pitched voice (belonging to Silver) called out.

‘GEHET A ROHOOM!’

Marvin rolled his eyes fondly, and then noticed how the collective mirth in the room was now starting to simmer down. The effects of his special ingredient were wearing off. He happily sighed, and sat with Jackie as the magical pollen left their systems gradually and carefully, allowing them to come down from the tickling in a way that was safe and soothing. Now the room was filled with quiet pants and giggles, and Marvin stroked Jackie’s cheek as he whispered lovingly.

‘You okay sweetie?’

Jackie nodded, the look in his eyes dreamy as Marvin gently kissed him. Then the magician grinned and called out playfully across the room.

‘You two alive over there?’

‘Barely.’

Dark retorted dryly, whilst Silver merely let out an adorable whine from the floor. Marvin and Jackie giggled as they stood up together, whilst Dark smiled fondly and helped Silver carefully get to his feet. They all stood together, and Dark sent Marvin a playful glare.

‘That was unnecessarily evil… I’m impressed.’

Marvin grinned with pride, and then giggled when Jackie hugged him sneakily from behind and purred.

‘I thought I’d gotten you out of your villainous tendencies?’

‘I guess you’ll have to try harder.’

Jackie rolled his eyes with a fond sigh, kissing the back of Marvin’s neck to make him titter. Then the magician snorted when Silver pouted at him pointedly.

‘That was mean. If my pudding isn’t the same size as me then I’m leaving.’

Everyone laughed, since Silver couldn’t help but let out his adorable smile.

‘There’s blankets and entirely pollen-free puddings in the movie room. Figured people might wanna snuggle.’

Marvin replied, and watched happily as Silver gasped and started yanking Dark to said room by his jacket sleeve.

‘YAY! Love you Marvy!’

Marvin giggled and prepared to follow, but Jackie turned him around. Marvin’s breath got caught in his throat as Jackie coaxed him close for a moment, before he kissed him deeply, holding the back of his neck in that special way that made Marvin melt. When they parted for air, Jackie kept his lips ghosting over Marvin’s as he whispered.

‘You really are magnificent, you know that?’

Marvin beamed and blushed brightly, and kissed Jackie softly before he replied with his own whisper.

‘And as ever, you are my wondrous hero.’

Jackie grinned, and then arm in arm the couple joined their dear friends, ate their bodyweight in wonderfully luxurious desserts, and binge-watched as many heart-warming cartoon films that they could get their hands on. Needless to say, this was a dinner that was fulfilling in many more ways than one.

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[heavenlymorals]

Feather Kisses and Romanticism

Summary: Heahmund wakes up before his boyfriend and takes the time to admire him.

Sometimes, a man just wants to write short pure, meaningless fluff about one of my favorite fluff tropes. It feels strange to write stuff without angst to be honest haha!

As far as Heahmund was concerned, he was the luckiest man to ever exist on God’s beautiful green earth. Did he deserve that self-inflicted title? Probably not, no matter how much he kept the Lord close to his heart. But it didn’t matter. As far as he was concerned, he was King Midas if King Midas was able to control what he transfigured into gold. Selfish, quick to anger, and prideful Heahmund was the luckiest bastard to ever exist, and to him, that was a simple truth, like how the sky is blue and how water is NOT wet (Don’t get him started with that). 

What in the world could make a man think this way? 

Well, it’s usually one of three things. Money, fame, or love. Or two of the three or all three. 

Heahmund was so lucky because of lucky number three. Love. He was in love. In love so deeply and vehemently that it seemed almost ridiculous, sort of like when you skim through some cheap, paperback romance in the back of a seedy bookstore and start cackling because of the absurdity of the wording and syntax and literary devices that the author was so sure would make the reader tear at their heartstrings in agony when in truth, they just wrote the longest joke to ever exist. 

What a strange emotion love is. The most beautiful thing to perhaps ever exist. No wonder so many poets and authors and singers will harp on about love. Love this, love that. No wonder. True love is a strange paradox of being the most selfless person you can be for another person all because of a selfish desire. Perhaps that was a bit pragmatic, but it was definitely not prosaic. 

In this soft sea of blankets and pillows, the sun shines photogenically through the blinds, making golden strips on the floor that trail onto the white sheets of the bed. The entire room was blanketed in a sea of morning gold. The lighting reminded Heahmund of the canvas strokes that those romantic painters in the nineteenth century were so fond of, with their warm colors that can automatically put any man’s soul at ease. Works that came to his mind were The Ninth Wave by Ivan Aivazovsky and Ophelia by Friedrich Heyser. Perhaps it was a bit ironic to think about sweet Ophelia and how she became mad because of her love. Nevermind that. 

As the golden light trailed onto the linen, it crept onto the back of a certain someone’s head, carding its ethereal fingers across the back, making his dark umber hair shine like a halo. 

Heahmund smiled as he looked at the boy across from him. How the hell did he get so lucky? In what way did he please God for God to send him Ivar Lothbrok? Whatever he did, he probably couldn’t amount to it ever again, for goddamnit, how could he? He had all he could ever want or need right next to him, and the best part of it all? Ivar was his. His. It still felt strange on his tongue sometimes, knowing and saying that Ivar was his boyfriend, and not only knowing it, but feeling it so vehemently in every single vein, muscle, and bone in his body. He’s had numerous flings before, relationships too, but they never made him feel like this like his heart sprouted wings and is looked at as the most perfect and truest work of art in the eyes of Cupid or Eros. 

He stared dreamily at Ivar, so enraptured by his beauty. He looked like a painting. With the golden light seeping through the windows and hitting the back of his head, he looked like a beautiful painting, with his dark hair and his puffy strawberry lips. Not even real. But he was real. 

What drove him to love Ivar was his laughter, his manic gleam, his overwhelming intelligence, the way he could make him feel as if he was floating and weighed nothing, and so much more. He didn’t love Ivar because of his looks, but he certainly did not mind that part about his lover. Gorgeous fae. Dazzling Angel. He had a chuckle to himself the last time he called Ivar his angel.

“You do know that angels are just…masses of eyes and wings and rings and stuff, right? Literal Eldritch beasts? You'd go mad just by looking at them?" 

Heahmund rolled his eyes and gave Ivar a small peck on the lips. "Alright then? I go mad everytime I look at you. You're too beautiful for my mortal eyes." 

Ivar blushed, his pale skin turning a vibrant pink. He returned Heahmund's small kiss and wrapped his arms around the older man's waist, hugging him close. "Gods, you're something else." 

"I try." 

Ivar was still asleep. His thick, dark lashes fanned over as his eyes were still locked in sleep. They looked like doe lashes. One of Heahmund’s arms was thrown lazily across Ivar’s waist, filling the dip where his waist met his sides. His other arm trailed forwards, slightly, and gently brushed his finger against the lashes, feeling them tickle him slightly. He then brought his hand to trail gently across the rest of Ivar’s face. He gently moves a lone strand of hair that fell across Ivar’s face and pushed it to join the rest of that dark waterfall. He brushes his fingers across his temple, his beautiful cheekbones, and the underside of his jaw. Ivar felt that one, as he shifted a bit and Heahmund grinned. 

Bolder, he crept even closer to his sleeping angel and began to kiss him. On the tip of his nose, on both cheeks, on the crook of his neck. His incoming stubble no doubt tickled Ivar, ushering the boy to wither gently. 

At last, Ivar's eyes fluttered open. They call the eyes the windows to the soul and as Heahmund looked lovingly at Ivar's eyes, he could definitely understand why. Ivar's eyes pulled on the forearms of his soul, dragging him into an abyss of ecstatic bliss and joy. The blue looked like the blue where the sky would meet the sea. Gorgeous. Everything about him was gorgeous. Heahmund remembered that terrible day where Ivar broke down into tears at the thought that Heahmund would abandon him because of the scars that streaked his legs. Such baseless thoughts! Perfect. His Ivar was perfect.

The slits of his eyes showed the soul of the sea that took its place in his irises. In his sleepy state, his mouth formed an adorable smile as he reached upwards and gave the older man a peck on his lips. 

"This is the third time you've woken me up like this, Heahmund…"

Heahmund smiled, somewhat shyly. "I'm sorry, Love. I can't help myself." 

Ivar grinned and crawled on top of Heahmund, pinning him down with his weight. Heahmund wrapped his hands around Ivar's back, his fingers drumming on the smooth skin. Ivar started leaving feather-like kisses on Heahmund's neck, trailing down to his shoulder. 

"Oh, Heahmund…I can't help myself either." 

They stayed like that for a while, basking in each other's presence, bathed in golden light, a modern rendition of a romanticism painting. 

#vikings #vikings fanfic #ivar the boneless #ivar ragnarsson #ivar lothbrok #modern ivar #bishop heahmund #ivar x heahmund #heavar

[mortallyclearwonderland]

MK aka Mary Katherine

Some time ago I decided to rewrite the movie ''Epic'' from 2013.

I already explained why I decided to cut out the humans and everything related to them from the plot.

To give a quick recap, the movie was too cluttered. Two stories constantly battle for space, and in the end, none of them got any good development.

I decided to focus on a magical forest and the people living in it because it's just more interesting and I got a lot of ideas for it.

But I feel sorry for abandoning human characters, so I decided to dedicate this post to explaining why their part of the story didn't work and how to fix it.

Let's start with the main heroine's design. It's a great way to get a just of her personality. From the early concept art, it looks like MK went through a lot of changes in personality. From shy and closed off to more rebellious and emo-looking.

In the end, they settled on one of the most boring characters in fiction I've ever encountered.

She starts the movie off sad that her mom died. Being awkward around her father. Then she gets shrunk, the pod sticks to her, and gets dragged around from place to place by other characters so they can exposition the lore and their backstories to her (and to the audience). Together with her father, they save the forest and that rekindles their relationship, and she is somehow over her mother's death.

Let's not forget how MK actually gets wrapped into the war over the forest. And now we get to the second biggest problem with the movie, implications instead of an actual plot.

Mary Katherine apparently decided to run away almost immediately after getting to her father's home. I say ''apparently'' because she never even gets to run away or do anything else.

Her dad, Professor Bomba, gets distracted because his cameras are detecting Leafmans and Boggans fighting. He asked her if it was okay for him to go. She said yes. The next thing she does is write a note that she runs away.

I presume cause we never get to see what she actually wrote. Was she planning on staying with a friend? Would she rather be homeless than stay with her dad?

But Ozzi, the family pet pug, runs away first, so Mary goes to look for him. She finds dying Queen Tara, and her adventure begins.

During the adventure, the protagonist is supposed to undergo some development. But Mary Katherine doesn’t grow as a person at all. She does grow back to her normal size but not in character.

Nim Galuu asked her, if she wants to get back home so bad then why did she leave it in the first place. The movie even left a pause there, so MK and the audience can ponder this deep question.

But it has nothing to do with anything. As previously mentioned, she didn't even get to run away, she went into the forest which is practically her backyard looking for her dog.

The message of ‘’don’t run away from home kids’' loses its meaning when the protagonist's home is right next to her and she herself is almost an adult. Is she supposed to stay inside all the time because anytime lightning can strike her?

Nim also is impressed with MK's selflessness, because ''Who would endanger their own life to help someone else's kingdom?''

Unfortunately, MK doesn't help 100% willingly. She was shrunk by Tara, against her will, because she was the closest person. If later in the movie MK was presented with the opportunity to grow back but refused so she can help then it would make sense. But as it stands, she goes with what everybody tells her to do. She doesn't know anybody or anything. Her only option to be normal again is to stick around and hope for the answer along the way.

Also, that ''someone else's kingdom'' is the forest next to her home. If she doesn't help either all the greenery on Earth will die or the general area around her home will be a wasteland.

Nim Galuu is the worst character. Even worse than the snail and the slug. They're just comedic reliefs. He is supposed to be the old, wise, and all-knowing character who teaches and helps other characters. But all his lessons have nothing to do with the story. They're pretentious and in the context of the plot pretty dumb.

Back to Mary Katherine!

She is already nice and empathetic, going by her interaction with Tara. It's not like ''The Ant Bully'' where the main character learns to respect small creatures.

Well, besides Boggans. MK said she's going to come back to their home with a bug spray. She also created a Boggan plushie for Ozzi. So, when he finds any Boggans in the woods, he will most likely kill them. And it's all treated like a joke. But they're evil so it's fine. (Can you tell I don't like it?)

Besides those accidental psychopathic moments, she's boring and plane.

Her romance with Nod is boring. I used to be glad the movie doesn't do the ''we hate each other and bicker but then fall in love''. But now I wish they did. Nod gives her a ride on a caliber and then a ride on a deer. They have the '''hold me tight'' catchphrase. What can you expect when the whole story happens in just a day? At least their kiss is pretty romantic.

Professor Bomba is just your standard crazy scientist who isn't so crazy after all because he was right all along. What makes him more unique is that before he devoted his life to his research he actually got married and had a child. Again, we don't know why he and his wife split up but it's implied that his obsession become too much to handle or he was just neglectful, caring more about finding the little people.

Side note, him being right about the existence of the Leafman doesn't make it okay for him to abandon his wife and daughter.

Part of me wishes he was the one who got shrunk. He's the one that actually wants to meet them. Him interacting with everybody and asking about everything. Think Milo from the ''Atlantis: The Lost Empire''.

I’m from Poland and we have an adult cartoon named ‘‘Captain Bomba’‘. It's all I can think about it when I hear his surname.

#Queen Tara #epic 2013 #Epic #blue sky studios #Nod #Mary Katherine #Professor Bomba #Nim Galuu #Ronin #Dagda #Mandrake #MK

[quatari]

Steve Harrington is a Knight of Heart and in this essay I will tell you why I am the smartest person on earth and have the right to classpect the shit out of my blorbos from the media that is not homestuck.

Let's start with a character overview to better cover our base, and even better - from the first season. Over the course of four seasons, Steve goes through an incredible character arc, growing from an unlikeable asshole and a borderline bully to the main defender of the whole party. However, I want to note that Steve has never been a real bully, even in the first season. Such a completely false impression is created due to the fact that at that time his two best friends are bullies, and he himself is a popular jock boy from a wealthy family. But this is one of his not quite conscious masks, which can be seen already in the very first season and is especially well revealed through his relationship with Nancy. As we know, Nancy is by no means a popular prom queen, on the contrary, she is an all-A’s overachiever, and her best friend Barb embodies the loser and outcast archetype (omg just like heathers). If Steve was a real jock, he would start dating someone like Chrissy, who is a popular beautiful cheerleader doll who could pose more as a trophy than a romantic partner. But Steve is genuinely interested in Nancy, he really likes her as a person, and he seeks to help and protect her. This applies not only to studying, but also to people around: when Jonathan demonstrates frankly stalker behavior and secretly takes pictures of Nancy changing clothes, Steve acts thoughtlessly on emotions and in an attempt to protect the honor of his girlfriend. And please note that he always sees when his actions upset Nancy, and he always apologizes and tries to make amends. I’m talking about such moments as when he tries to climb into her window because he is worried (to find her there with Jonathan), and when he washes off offensive words from the theater. He cares deeply about her feelings, and he does everything in his power so that she does not get hurt, even though he makes mistakes. Well, who the hell doesn't, especially at that age? This dynamic is further developed when Steve makes other friends. He is always careful and attentive to the feelings of others: he is caring towards children, he does not hesitate to accept Robin as a lesbian (which is a mindblowingly  amazing move for a "popular guy" from the 80s), he lets Nancy go despite the fact that it pains him to do so, and does not make a huge drama or even cause a small scene out of this - mind you, for an 18-year-old, this is insanely mature! And the background for all of this is him losing himself even more than in the first season - yes, yes, I didn’t mention, but under the mask of a popular guy, there was absolute confusion about who he really was. He does not have a clear understanding of himself, he does not know what he wants from life, he is lonely and cold. We can guess from everything we've been shown that this, much to out surprise (/sarc), comes from the family - Steve's parents are almost never there, most likely they not only paid little attention to his son, but also for sure made him feel like a disappointment. And so it leaves him confused, having a great personality (evident to us viewers), yet not able to realize it.

What does all this tell us?

Being led by his emotions, a conflict of self, evolution from the most self-centered character to the most selfless, caring for other characters' *feelings* and romantic relationships all point to the Heart aspect from beginning to end. Textbook stuff, really. At the same time, the lack of an aspect at the beginning of the arc and mastering it in the course of his development, ignoring his own problems and hiding behind masks, whether conscious or not, indicate a class. The Knight class, obviously. However, this is only a psychotype and an arch, but I must say that I saved the most obvious evidence for the end - this is Steve's behavior as a typical Knight. Classes are often compared to roles in games. Like mages, bards, rogues, all that stuff. Knights in this classification are ALWAYS tanks. They are the first to rush into battle so that their team can deal damage from afar, from a safe distance. Tanks (Knights) carry the team, holding its full weight on their shoulders, even not always being the strongest players. They are able to take on all the damage from the enemy, to allow their team to win. What can I say :) Steve :)))) A person who is ALWAYS on the frontline, protecting the rest of the party. Who always goes first to check how dangerous the path ahead is. Who charges at the enemy, acting as bait, even if he knows he cannot win. Classic Knight, really.

And so we came to the conclusion that Steve Harrington is a typical Knight of Heart. We wish him good luck and someone who will help him take a break from a heavy burden such as carrying a whole party. Please give Steve a day off and a shoulder to cry on (Robin im looking at you 👀)

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

#stranger things #steve harrington #homestuck #classpect #homestuck classpect

[childofchrist1983]

For when we were yet without strength, in due time Christ died for the ungodly. For scarcely for a righteous man will one die: yet peradventure for a good man some would even dare to die. - Romans 5:6-7 KJV

It is amazing how selfish we can be sometimes.

A line of traffic on a busy street. We've been waiting for what seems like forever at a traffic light. Out of the corner of our eye, we see a car trying to pull out of a parking lot, the driver desperately looking for an opening. We avert our eyes and grip the steering wheel, determined not to give an inch. Someone else can make that sacrifice. Selfish!

Our selfish nature makes it very difficult to understand the great sacrifice Jesus Christ made for us. When we were useless sinners, when we were absolutely powerless, He chose to die for us. Sinners….who hated God, hated Jesus, who delighted in the very things God hates. Yet Jesus died for us. It's hard to get our selfish brains wrapped around that notion. We were on the verge of perishing and He gave Himself away to save us. Who does that?

What a great friend Christ is to us! That He would lay down His life to save such selfish, sinful beings. That is what is most amazing about His sacrifice. If we had all been good, righteous people, then perhaps it is understandable that He would be willing to die for us. But we were ungodly. And He STILL died for us. The depth of His love was such that, even in our sin, He loved us and died for us. He took our sin upon Himself. He knew about everything we ever did or ever would do. It didn't matter. He did it anyway. His unwavering love for us sent Him to the cross.

May we never forget to thank the LORD our God and our Creator and Father in Heaven for all this and everything He does and has done for us! May we never forget who He is, nor forget who we are in Christ and that God is always with us! What a mighty God we serve! What a Savior this is! What a wonderful Lord, God, Savior and King we have in Jesus Christ! What a loving Father we have found in the Almighty God! What a wonderful God we serve! His will be done!

Thanks and glory be to God! Blessed be the name of the LORD! Hallelujah and Amen!

Father God Almighty, Lord Jesus, I am overwhelmed when I think about what You did for me on that cross at Calvary.

You didn't have to. You could have averted Your eyes and looked away from my sin in disgust. Instead, You looked at me with love and You did for me what I could not do for myself. Thank you for this selflessness, and for Your everlasting love and mercy, so that I might be saved and live with You and serve You in Your Kingdom of Heaven for all eternity.

Help me and all of us to live a life on this Earth that is worthy of Your sacrifice and help me to defeat my selfish nature that I may give to others as You have given to me. Help us to spread the Gospel far and wide in such a way that it makes an eternal impact on peoples’ lives. Help us live soberly and seek to be holy in our whole persons and lives. May our lives show the world Your light and Truth and that You are a loving God and Heavenly Father who delights in showing love and mercy. May we all be humbly and faithfully honored and excited to worship, glorify and serve You daily and to do Your will. You have been so good to us, far more than we as wretched sinners deserve. You are so good! So wonderful! Forever and always!

Thank you, O Lord, for all Your creation and Your miraculous ways. Thank You for being our stronghold and my refuge. Thank you for seeing us as worth the sacrifice. Thank you for sustaining us, loving us and defining us according to Your will and love for us. Thank you for making sure we are taken care of. Thank you for being the best friend we could ever have! Thank you for Your endless mercy and love that has saved us. Thank you for always protecting us and providing for us and for Your Spirit to help us when we are in need. Thank you for giving us a chance to be saved from our sin and spend eternity with You. Thank you for adopting us as part of Your family in Heaven and making us one of Your own. Thank you for being our present help in times of trouble (Psalm 46:1). Thank you for always being near and for loving us. Thank you for giving us a reason to love others and so many more reasons to love, praise, serve and follow You. Thank you for Your selfless and sinless sacrifice. Thank you for Your guidance and protection. Thank you for Your Truth and light. Thank you for Your wisdom and strength and grace. Thank you for giving life to the world and to us. You give and take away – And we thank you for it. Thank you for everything! Your will be done! Blessed be Your mighty name! To You and Your Kingdom be the glory forevermore! In Your name I humbly pray, Amen and amen

[levmada]

So I saw this post

On your profile

AND read your comment regarding if we wonder about what You think about Levi 🦋 The answer is yes.I personally think You being a psychology student makes all your perspectives even more interesting;and your talent with writing even Moore beautiful 💙❤️

Compliments aside though I would love to see your thoughts on Levi on a more personal level

Like why do You like him so much,is it because of his looks,his personality,maybe You have a more close to the heart (lol) reason for it? Because I personally relate yo him in a LOT of wats,especially his personality and the way he reacts to things.

Anyways I am not particularly great with words but i hope i got the point clear :c gimme your thoughts 😂😂😂

Nice to read You! byeee! 💖💖

BINGOOOOO🔥

i could write a whole dissertation on a thorough analysis on levi’s character tbh

i mean :( this man who quite literally came from nothing, fighting to live and losing everything he loves along the way, no matter what he does to protect them. because of his strength he feels SO much responsibility that even things out of his control are in the end his fault, things he needs to avenge.

like kenny leaving him?? levi thought it was bc he didn’t live up to his potential enough, he he became determined to be the strongest.

izzy and farlan?? he blamed his pride until erwin convinced him it was the titans. it became his mission in life to kill them all and make erwin’s dream realized.

his original squad?? levi was Very Clear when he told annie how he planned to torture her and make her regret what she did. this conflict was retconned in s4p2 convince me otherwise

he thinks the way eren turned out was his fault (him being levi’s responsibility from the start). his 30 comrades in the forest?? levi thinks he should have sussed out the poisoned wine. not to mention those times he let zeke get away.

baby feels he has NO worth other than his ability to fight. he is willing to become the worst person on earth if erwin’s dream can come true, and he even let erwin rest bc of the devil he was becoming even tho he believed it would doom humanity.

levi is simply. the most selfless character and also the most beautiful and brave and complex and badass. idek what else to say. ultimate blorbo status.

it’s SO much more than his looks dkvnsn canonically he looks so tired all the time and he’s so small that isayama cuts him off in most panels dkfnehfjr. ppl love to imagine levi tall but that’s just weird to me lmao. it doesn’t fit him at all. i think a large part of his character represents humanity’s strength itself as small but mighty hehe

i didn’t even Notice levi the first time i watched aot a million years ago?? but i think the type of person i am, i’m more attached to emotionally unavailable ppl who are v strong and v damaged. that’s mommy and daddy issues for u.

is levi my highest kin ever??? yes. abandonment issues? check. super awkward and cannot read social cues to save my life? also yes. emotionally constipated. loyal to a fault. always moving forward despite living thru a hell that would ruin other ppl?? this also. trauma. acts like the embodiment of a brick wall which behind waits the most sensitive person you’ve ever met?????? u bet.

i may or may not have latched onto aot in general when life was Awful so now aot is somehow my comfort show and him as my comfort character😭 i don’t think i can escape tbh

ONTO OTHER THINGS… the only reason majority of conflicts in aot existed (s2 as a whole, the rumbling fights, the yeagerists uprising in s4) was bc levi was somehow out of commission, injured, or had a plot excuse to not be there. such a waste imo.

absolutely got done dirty by fans who saw the 1 (one) scene from s1 when levi beat up eren TO PROVE THAT HE COULD HANDLE HIM as their sole proof that levi is a sadistic unfeeling asshole. those ppl watched the anime with their ass.

and please do not get me started on shipping levi with literal children and even incestually with his own cousin. gross.

lastly, irl i would be fuxking petrified to be around a stoic awkward person like him at first,,, but if shown 1 sign of who levi actually is i will fall immediately in love. i don’t make the rules.

my favorite character ever thank u for asking

#i have lots of opinions! #★play!★ #levi ackerman #i’ve never mentioned my stance on proshipping but there it is

[middle-earth-mythopoeia]

On Fingon rescuing Maedhros and why it’s so touching 

Long before, in the bliss of Valinor, before Melkor was unchained, or lies came between them, Fingon had been close in friendship with Maedhros; and though he knew not yet that Maedhros had not forgotten him at the burning of the ships, the thought of their ancient friendship stung his heart.

I cannot stop thinking about this scene even though I read it for the first time about 15 years ago. It’s one of the most moving scenes in the Silmarillion, and that’s saying a lot. I know it’s been talked to death, but there’s a reason for that; I think it stands out among other similar stories in the history of Middle-earth. There are many rescues in Tolkien’s works, and all of them are examples of selflessness and bravery, but there are key differences that make Fingon’s rescue of Maedhros unlike anything else.

Most of the time, when one character rescues another, it’s because their relationship is already strong, and the goodness of the person being saved is not in question: Finrod fighting the werewolf to save Beren, and Lúthien freeing Beren from Tol-in-Gaurhoth; Beleg rescuing Túrin from the Orcs; Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli setting out to save Merry and Pippin from the Uruk-hai; Sam rescuing Frodo from the tower of Cirith Ungol; Gandalf and Pippin saving Faramir from Denethor; Gandalf and the Eagles rescuing Frodo and Sam from Mount Doom. Of course, I’m sure that Gandalf would have saved Sméagol too, had he lived—which is important. There are probably other examples I’m not thinking of.

In other cases, such as Glorfindel saving Frodo, the characters don’t know each other before the rescue, but there is no doubt of the goodness of the person being saved and the necessity of saving them. 

Fingon and Maedhros are different. 

“The thought of their ancient friendship” implies that Fingon’s friendship with Maedhros is a thing of the past when he sets out to rescue him from Thangorodrim. Fingon almost certainly believes that Maedhros deserted him and his family, forcing them to either turn back to Valinor (to beg the Valar to pardon them despite the Doom of Mandos), or cross the seemingly impassable Helcaraxë—and cross it they do, with many deaths. Just the memory of their friendship hurt because Fingon believed that Maedhros betrayed him. But what does he do as soon as he finds out Maedhros has been captured? He goes to rescue him, alone. “Justly renowned” indeed.

Even before the burning of the ships, Fingon’s friendship with Maedhros was strained by the rift between their fathers, and “lies came between them.” Fëanor drew his sword and threatened Fingolfin, and then Maedhros sided with him by following him into exile, which must have hurt Fingon. It’s not clear if they had a chance to speak to each other face to face until after the Darkening of Valinor. They were both present in Tirion during the Oath and the debate that followed, but I think there was too much happening for them to resolve anything, if they spoke at all. And then the Kinslaying was unfolding, and Fëanor deserted Fingolfin’s host in Araman. So, even if Fingon and Maedhros had a chance to speak during Fëanor’s exile or the flight of the Noldor, there were years of estrangement that they did not have a chance to fully heal before the burning of the ships.

After all of this, the rescue really says something about both their characters: Fingon’s selflessness, steadfastness, bravery, and refusal to condemn others, and Maedhros’ ability to inspire that loyalty, even when their friendship was at the breaking point. Maedhros had more in common with Nerdanel than with Fëanor, more of her gentleness and patience, and I think Fingon knew him for who he really was. He saw the good in Maedhros when Maedhros probably didn’t even see it himself. Despite everything that had happened, despite their estrangement, Fingon decided without a moment’s hesitation that Maedhros was worth risking his own life for. And it’s impossible to overstate the sheer bravery of going to Angband alone to rescue someone.

From Maedhros’ perspective, everything has been going from bad to worse. There is a seemingly unsolvable rift among his family, he becomes estranged from his best friend (partly due to his own actions), the Two Trees are killed, Finwë is murdered (both a personal loss and a major complication for the political situation), the Silmarils are stolen (symbolizing everything the Noldor have lost), he swears the Oath—believing it is righteous—and then he sees how destructive and wrong the path is that Fëanor is leading him down, both through the Kinslaying and the burning of the ships. I think that by the time Maedhros is watching the ships burn he regrets many of his actions, but it’s too late. And then it gets worse: he loses his father (complicated though their relationship must be at this point, I don’t think Maedhros wanted Fëanor to die), and then he is captured and tortured. How did Maedhros feel, when he heard Fingon’s song? Because after such terrible things had happened, in which he himself took part, the fact that a former friend came to his rescue had to seem nearly unbelievable.

But Fingon is also a Kinslayer; he joined the battle without knowing how it started, but he still has innocent blood on his hands. That Fingon, a Kinslayer, begs for mercy for another Kinslayer, is just another thing that makes the rescue so touching. Fingon doesn’t pray to Manwë to save Maedhros: he prays to Manwë to give Maedhros a painless death. And the result is eucatastrophe: the rescue is possible after all.

And Fingon’s refusal to condemn Maedhros—instead, his decision to march into Morgoth’s domain to rescue him—allows for things still greater to unfold, like the healing of the strife among the Noldor. It’s significant that Fingon’s rescue—and Maedhros’ abdication of the crown to Fingolfin—heals the rift between their houses, and that would not have happened if Fingon had not cared about his former friend so much. It says that when you show others mercy, whether they deserve it or not, good things will come of it. And ultimately, it’s not just the people who are unequivocally good who deserve saving. 

I’ve encountered a point of view (which I consider both abhorrent and antithetical to the themes of Tolkien’s writing) that Fingon should have killed Maedhros to somehow prevent the Second and Third Kinslayings. It’s true that Maedhros went on to do truly terrible deeds. But Fingon could not have foreseen them, and it’s not right to punish someone for something they have not yet done. Maedhros, as a result of being saved, did many good deeds as well: relinquishing the crown to Fingolfin, holding and defending one of the most dangerous areas in Eastern Beleriand, and creating the Union of Maedhros, among other things. I think Gandalf’s words about Sméagol are relevant:

Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment. For even the very wise cannot see all ends. 

Like Frodo’s mercy towards Sméagol, I think that Fingon’s mercy towards Maedhros was the right thing. Frodo’s pity towards Sméagol probably came, in part, from his ability to see how much they had in common as Ringbearers. And likewise I think that Fingon, regretting his actions at Alqualondë, still felt pity for Maedhros because he understood that they were not so different.

#Silmarillion #Tolkien #Silmarillion meta #Maedhros #Fingon #I'm probably not saying anything original here but whatever #EUCATASTROPHE #my post #my writing