#were always like are you trying to kill jessie???

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

For your modern avatar au What if spider has some sort of respiratory diseases, or other chronic inflammatory lung or obstructive lung diseases. Because he has to were a oxygen mask in the movie.

Alright here is my answer finally @peachycrime

Okay, unfortunately my first thought was the fucking 2001 comedy/romance Bubble Boy, so that's cool.

Luckily for you I've been in the reddie fandom hardcore since 2016 so WE KNOW ABOUT ASTHMATIC HEADCANONS IN THIS HOUSE.

I think I'd pick like severe asthma because it just jives for me, but if you wanna go crazy we could really have a fucking Fault in our Stars/Five Feet Apart moment here. Really lean into locorro or spiri here.

-Spider lived with Norm for years because he was the foster parent they had with the most medical experience, but eventually he just was LIVING with Jake and Neytiri .

-Stay at home wheelchair dad Jake Sully with his three little kids under three had none of the attention or free time to dedicate to a kid with medical issues, but him and work from home Norm become a seamless team in the kids toddler years.

-Neytiri had just finished her residency so she was simply flawless with him. He's pretty much a normal kid, he's just got bad asthma. He does all physical activity he can, but he gets out of breath quickly and has to stop for a puff or two before he can get back out there.

-Neteyam is younger but they're in the same grade because Spider got held back because he was so lil because he was a sick kid before Neytiri and Norm got a hold of him.

-He carries around an inhaler and Neteyam also carries around an inhaler because Neteyam may be younger but he is so protective of Spider and so worried about him losing his breath when they are at school and their parents aren't around.

-Tonowari and Jake meet at the playground on a Saturday and all of a sudden Jake is an after-school care, watching his own four kids and Ao'nung and Tsireya (and neighborhood latchkey kid Rotxo who Spider loves because he was also a latchkey kid).

-Ao'nung gets mad at Spider during a game of pickle where they are both the taggers because Spider stops to tag a puff. Ao'nung insists he has to keep going and Spider does and ends up passing out.

-He's not allowed to run or do anything strenuous for two days and Ao'nung is grounded by Ronal for a week. Neteyam and Kiri don't talk to him for a day. He feels really bad though and after that he yells at any kid who tries to get Spider to do anything physical at school until a teacher has to call home and they all have to have a chat lol.

-Neytiri and Norm we're absolutely unbearable for days, hovering over him and making him drink water, while Jake was treating Spider exactly the same. They are disability buddies and Jake would never treat Spider as fragile because he isn't. In fact, they played catch later that night even though Spider was sitting down and it gave Neteyam an aneurysm.

-Lo'ak always explains to strangers that his brother is cool he just has "shit lungs" because he heard Jake say that one time.

-Reddie moment: "Spider Sully Blasts Off!" every time he uses his inhaler.

#bubble boy is so spider coded #neteyam is prematurely grey in every universe #but especially in one where spider is chronically ill and has lo'ak as a sibling #a lot of this is taken from my kid at work with asthma #also i can't even get started on the myriad of ways lo'ak almost kills spider on the daily #it reminds me of my brother and our close family friend #theyre basically siblings #she is deathly allergic to eggs #and my brother is constantly sticking his knife in her butter or offering her some of his food or accidentally taking her fork #were always like are you trying to kill jessie??? #imagine this but lo'ak while they have family dinner and everyone else has a spice deadly to humans and spider's bowl is human safe #lo'ak sticking his fork in spiders bowl: can i have a bite #eberyone: oh my fucking god #skksks #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #spider sully #jake sully #neytiri sully #neteyam sully #kiri sully #lo'ak sully #norm spellman #ao'nung #tsireya #tonowari #ronal #rotxo #avatar #avatar the way of water

[reareaotaku]

can we please get more Judd :((((((

Of course! I have really conflicting views about the show Big Mouth. Though NGL, I loved Human Resources So, this is going to be like a part 2 in a way [Part 1 Here & Part 3 Here]

He doesn't remember when he started to a crush on you, but it grew fast

And god he hated it so much. He wanted to stab these feelings and kill them

He bottled them for a long time and for a while it worked... Until it didn't

He would never admit he was jealous, but anyone could tell

One of those theater idiots decided to flirt with you and Judd wanted to bash the guy's head in with a brick

He doesn't but god he wants too

He introduces you to his raccoons

You think they're so cute and he [for a slight second] smiles a little, thinking you're adorable, but he shakes it off

He'll listen to your problems, even though he finds them annoying

You usually rant to him when you feel you can't talk to Leah about a certain topic or she's [Leah] not available

Though, you better not talk about a guy, because that doesn't go well

He'll give you advice on your problems, but it's usually something violent. Like saying you're having problems with your boss and Judd will tell you to just kick him down some stairs

^"Umm... I love your enthusiasm, but let's stay in the mindset of legal and morally acceptable advice"

It really isn't very good advice to you, because like I said, it's usually violence

Your father is a doctor and when you were getting something and you see Nick in the waiting room

"Nick?" He looks towards the voice, before his eyes widens and he awkwardly swishes around, "Hey, Y/n." "What are you doing here? Are you okay?" "I ate a weed gummy with my friend and I think I'm having a heart attack." You tilt your head at the freaked-out prepubescent boy. "Heart attack? I don't think you're having a heart attack, but you could be having a panic attack." "What the fuck is a panic attack?" Before you can answer, Judd jumps in asking what was going on. "What the hell are you doing here?" You both turn towards the male, who had his hand wrapped in some gauze. You pointed to it, "What happened to your hand?" "Raccoon accident." You decided not to question it and turned back towards Nick, "Are you okay, Nick?" "I don't know-" "What even happened to you, numbnuts?" Judd wanted to call his brother a dumbass, but he kept it to himself with you around. "I ate a weed gummy with Jessi and I think something's wrong with my heart." Judd rolls his eyes, "You're just stoned." "I didn't know that was a common thing when you were stoned." "It's not, he's just an idiot. Come on, you little pecker."

Judd feels like an idiot around you and it irrates the fuck out of him

He just wants to be himself, but he tones it down around you

Your parents don't like him

They think he's a future criminal and they're scared he'll either get you locked in jail, knocked up, or dead

And while he is Future Criminal, he would never get you in trouble

^ Leah thinks it's cute with how much her brother likes you

Judd is protective over you. If a guy is ever harassing you, something bad is going to happen to them and it may or may not be Judd's fault

If you ever want to be alone, especially at one of Leah's parties, just hang around him, because no one would dare approach you, especially if he has a hand around you or something

Nick uses you as a blackmail of sorts against Judd

"Well, I'll just let Y/n know that you're an asshole."

"I don't give a fuck."

"Y/n doesn't like assholes."

Judd roles his eyes, groaning, before gettting up and doing whatever Nick needs

If Judd says something stupid, Nick will ask you if you like the thing, annoying the fuck out of Judd

Leah thinks it's annoying that her brother's are always trying to steal you away from her or take away most of your time and attention

^ You're her friend not theirs

"You need to stay away from Y/n. She's my friend and you're a fucking loser."

#judd #judd x reader #judd birch x reader #judd birch #big mouth #big mouth x reader #yandere big mouth #yandere big mouth x reader #yandere judd birch #yandere judd #yandere judd birch x reader #judd birch imagines #yandere imagines

[martiniblues]

she looks so perfect ; ellie williams

pairing gf!ellie x fem!reader

synopsis ellie comes back from a late night patrol to be greeted by you already waiting for her. luckily for her, you happen to be in a pair of her boxers.

genre so so much fluff because i’m sick and twisted, kinda suggestive but nothing explicit, mentions of food.

wc 0.8k

note this is inspired by she looks so perfect by 5SOS (aka the best song ever)

“ellie?” your voice waltzed into her ears as she stepped into your place. kicking off her beaten-up converse, smelling the sweet smell of pancakes wafting through the air.

“yeah, it’s me!” her mood instantly peaked at the sound of your voice and the soft music you decided to play as you cooked.

ellie tiptoed down the hall, wanting to observe you before you noticed her. you always called her a "creep" jokingly, of course, but she just loved watching you live in your own little world.

whether it was when you were so caught up in the book you were reading that your face would shift into the silliest expressions or when you danced softly with yourself as you got ready for the day, ellie loved it more than anything.

like right now, you stood in the center of your kitchen, mixing bowl in hand, swaying and humming along with the song that played from your phone. an oversized band tee hung loosely off your shoulder while a pair of red checkered boxers hugged your hips.

she recognized them immediately; they were the same ones she wore a few nights ago. she wondered where they had gone, but now her question was answered.

as you turned with the music, you caught sight of ellie leaning against the door frame, smirking with her arms crossed. “jesus, els you almost gave me a heart attack!” you clutched the bowl to your chest in fright. “we literally spoke thirty seconds ago,” she argued, walking behind you to wrap her arms around your waist and bury her face in your neck.

“mmmmm” she mumbled something you couldn't quite understand, feeling her lips move against your skin with each undefinable word. her cold hands ran over and under your shirt, outlining each and every curve and dip of your body. you continued swaying with the music silently, not trying to pry her into talking about her outing. you knew by the time breakfast was done, ellie would talk your ear off about the “stupid shit” jessie did or the “motherfuckers” she killed.

while one arm wrapped around your stomach and laid its palm to your side, ellie’s other hand traveled lower and closer to your hip. “and when did you get these? they look oddly familiar,” her thumb looped under the elastic band and pulled so the fabric would lightly snap against your skin, teasingly.

you flushed instantly at her words and raunchy actions. “they should be familiar since they're yours, els” you smiled. you and ellie always wore each other's clothes, an unspoken vow that the two of you were always together, even if it meant not physically.

ellie continued running her blunt nails against the fabric, dipping her curious fingers underneath the bottom to grab your ass or travel along the lace of your underwear.

“els, these are gonna burn if you keep distracting me,” you scolded her, turning around and pulling her hands off your body. “go sit, and i’ll bring you some in a sec." you punctuated your request with a kiss to her freckled cheek. in reply, she just huffed and sulked away like a grumpy child. it wasn’t a shock to you, ellie was always grumpy before the afternoon.

you plated the food for both you and ellie and practically skipped on your way to the table. you placed ellie’s plate in front of her while she played some games on her phone. before sitting, you kissed the top of her head and ruffled her auburn hair, which finally made her peel her eyes away from the game and notice the food ahead of her. “hey…” she whined, but still smiled as you sat beside her. before you could get settled, ellie reached out, grabbing your smooth calves with her rough hands to lay your legs across her thighs.

“missed me, huh?” you tilted your head at her clinginess. its not that ellie was never clingy, but typically, when she came back from a late night out, she wanted to do nothing but sleep.

“of course i missed you, my pretty girl.” she continued to stuff her mouth, rubbing your leg with her free hand.

“plus, if i would have known you’d be in this, i would have ran home.” she eyed you to emphasize her boxers, which rolled up higher on your thighs. “maybe i should just steal all your boxers, huh?” you leaned closer to her, completely disregarding the half-eaten pancake drowning in syrup on your plate.

“that sounds good,” she whispered even in the private walls of your place, grabbing your face and pulling her lips against yours. her soft strands of hair, which fell from the small knot at the back of her head, tickled your cheeks. a bloom of warmth sprouting in your chest at the feeling of her lips on yours.

ellie could be gone for an hour and when she came back, she would kiss you as if she had gone off to war for months.

you reached up to run your hands through the hair she left down that barely touched her shoulders, making her sigh contently. she pulled your chair closer to her, not breaking apart once.

before you could pounce on her, she pulled back with wide eyes. “what is it?” you grabbed her face, trying to figure out what had gotten her so bewildered. she grabbed your hand firmly and pulled it down to rest on your knee, which still lay across hers.

“i just remembered the stupidest fucking thing jessie did yesterday,” she laughed before beginning her tangent.

note this might be too niche but modern!ellie would DEFINITELY listen to 5SOS like i know she loves michael’s hair and is a sounds good feels good enthusiast!!!! she would totally learn songs on her guitar LIKEEE DO YOU SEE MY VISION!!!

#wlw scenarios #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams au #ellie williams x reader #ellie x you #ellie x y/n #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie williams fic #ellie williams x you #sapphic #lesbian

[pixiesfz]

do u have to kill me w the jessie angst

yes.

game on j.f

plot: You and Jessie play eachother for the first warnings: angst, injury part four of this

warnings: angst, injury

You were now lined up in your respective teams, ready to go on and take your team photo before the game started.

“you ready?” Lauren asked you as you were told you were going to play the full 90 “Yeah” you answered her as you tried to pull the memory of your conversation with Christine away.

“Do your thing, we haven’t had a gem like you come across us in a while” she smiled and you smiled back “Thanks Lozza” You rested your head on her shoulder, ignoring the feeling of someone watching you.

When the game was about to start you walked over to your position next to Jessie “Ready?” she asked you as she tied her laces which you predicted was about the third time that she retied them today “Yeah you?” you asked the girl nodded her head “yep”.

The conversation was cold, you both knew it but unbeknownst to you Jessie was angry.

She was pissed.

You told her you didn’t love her, broke her heart and now you wanted her again.

You confused her and now she’s angry.

She’s angry that you’re here. Why? Couldn’t you have just stayed in London?

But the siren played before she could accidentally snap by just looking at you.

You knew how Jessie played and used it to your advantage, leading you to assist a goal in the twelfth minute. But you didn’t know that Jessie would start to play dirty in the 85th minute.

You had the ball, dribbling it down the wing before a leg hit your right ankle from the side causing you to yelp out in pain and jump meaning when you landed, you landed hard on your side, knocking the wind out of you.

Jessie got up in shock “y/n?” she asked and you rolled on your side “Can’t breathe” you stuttered before your teammates ran to you, Lauren who had been subbed on pushed Jessie away as she turned her head to try and get a good look at you.

“Jessie just leave” Lauren eventually said with a stern look as the Canadian was backed into another one of her teammates.

It took a second for you to regain your breath as the medics came to check on your ankle. “Is it broken?” you asked, a tear falling down your face in fear that you would be out for weeks” The medic crossed his head and you sighed in relief “sprained but you can’t play” he instructed and you nodded in agreement “you couldn’t pressure yourself into getting even more injured.

“Help me” you instructed to two girls next to you who helped you up. “get better y/n” they all said as you started to walk off with a limp, some people in the crowd applauding you as you walked down the tunnel.

You watched on the TV in the doctors room as the Portland thorns gained a goal by Jessie but she didn’t celebrate as her teammates piled on top of her. Portland thorns win 2 – 1.

After the game some of your teammates came in to check on you, Lauren promising to get you Pizza as she walked out.

But as you laid down on the table, the ice pack on your foot almost melted completely the door opened again.

You propped up on your elbows to see the woman who put you here in the first place. Bitterly you frowned “congrats on the win” you deadpanned and laid back down.

“I didn’t mean to tackle you that hard” Jessie said and you rolled your eyes propping yourself back up “Jessie I’ve been watching you play for three years, you know how to tackle and you know how to tackle clean” you told her and she sat down on a chair near the door “I’m sorry” was all she said again before silence took over.

“Why’d you do it?”

Jessie looked at you as you staired up to the ceiling “what?” she asked “Why’d you tackle me so hard?” you asked again “I don’t know” she stated “yes you do” you told her before lifting your body up so you’re both forced to look at each other.

“I-“ she started, running her hand through her showered hair which was slicked back, a hairstyle you would always run your fingers through to make her feel better after a rough game.

“spit it out” you demanded and the girl looked down “Why are you being mean?” she asked defensively “Oh I’m sorry are you the one who’s out for 6 weeks” you responded outraged that she’d even turn the situation around.

“Oh because you’re so innocent” Jessie shrugged and you raised your brows “excuse me?”

“Oh c’mon” Jessie groaned “I heard you talking to Christine before the game” she said and you looked down.

Oh shit.

“What do you mean ask me on a date?” she asked with anger as she stood up in anger “Jessie” you said softly “no” she cut you off “you said you didn’t love me, you broke me why?” she said, her emotions spilling over as a tear fell down your cheek, but you were mad as well, she injured you.

You propelled yourself off the seat, whimpering as your foot hit the ground “Y/n your injured stop-“ she said softly as you limped to her “No, you wanna know why I did what I did” you said, stepping closer as she stayed still.

You took her silence as a yes.

“I loved you Jessie, I really did that’s why” you stated and you saw her eyes gloss over “That makes no sense” she whispered and you rolled your eyes “You were unhappy at Chelsea, you deserved more and if you didn’t leave I- I would’ve been holding you back so I lied. I told you I didn’t love you because I loved you so much to let you go” You finished as you squeezed your face in pain by putting pressure on your ankle.

“You got it now?”

Jessie looked down at the floor in silence, your anxiety taking over you. “Jessie please say something” you begged “Jessie please-“

But you were cut off as her lips found yours...

#woso x reader #woso #woso soccer #woso community #jessie fleming x reader #jflem #jessie fleming #jeff

[momentomori24]

I swear to God, Twitter being able to accumulate so many brain-dead, malicious, pseudo intellectual low lives all in one place at the same time is a phenomenon worthy of being studied under a microscope in a science lab. And no, that is not a compliment.

Thankfully people have already spoken out against this bullshit-- the fact that people needed to is already maddening to think about-- but as someone who got the basic gist of what happened literally yesterday I'll also put my voice out there: Don't you fucking dare try to paint Hbomb as a murderer over this situation.

Somerton may be a lying, misogynistic plagiarist and conman, but he obviously doesn't deserve to die and while I do make fun of the guy, I genuinely hope that he continues to have a life after the dust has settled on everything. Not on YouTube or any social media platform for a long time at least, but just a life nontheless. I don't wish what he's potentially going through on anyone, and I hope that he makes it through this. But regardless of if he does or doesn't-- and God forbid he doesn't-- none of this is Hbomb's fault. It's not his fault, or Kat's fault, or Jessie's fault (because apparently there's people blaming her too cuz WHY NOT), or anybody's fault. All they did was call out his actions, hold him accountable for the harm he's done. They have done nothing to deserve having to carry this on their shoulders should the worst happen. They did nothing wrong. They didn't kill James (he's not confirmed dead yet either btw). They are not murderers. And to the people saying they are: say those words out loud, listen how they sound like, and re-evaluate. Just cease.

And to people like this:

''Oh I'm not blaming him for anything I'm just blaming him for what his audience did because according to HIM you're responsible for your audience'' Yeah, you people can shut your mouths too. Of course you're responsible for your audience, and that includes Hbomb too. However, your tiny, godless little monkey brain can't see why your argument is still rubbish even with that in mind. The difference between James, Internet Historian and Hbomb is that Hbomb never promoted problematic behaviour to his audience. If you promote problematic shit like harassment or misogyny or racism, then yeah, you're absolutely responsible for how your behaviour influences your audience. But that's not what he did. He made it very clear where he stood on those things, literally stating that ''if anyone were to harass Somerton on his behalf they are worse than him and will not see the light of heaven''. He's done his part in making it clear that harassment is wrong, so if someone went out of their way to go against that and harass James anyway that doesn't reflecf on him at all. Also, what the hell do you mean ''hatemobbed'' to suicide? I don't doubt there are people who went to extremes because those bad apples always exist, but most of the things I've seen are valid critisisms, memes and call outs about that guy. If holding people accountable for their actions and poking fun at them a little counts as 'hatemobbing'' (which has Filip calling his critics a ''lynch mob'' energy tbh) what the hell do you call actual hatemobbing then? Do we just let people continue being shitty because calling them out ''damages their mental health'' or ''drives them to suicide'' then? Is that a world you want to live in?

Same thing goes for people like this:

Criticing someone for their objectively bullshit content and wanting them dead are two seperate things. What the actual hell is wrong with you. The plagiarist in question is a person. Those ''harshest critics'' are still people. And because we're people, we care. I'd rather James pump out more plagiarised slop than commit suicide. I'd still hate him for it, but I'd prefer him being alive over the alternative any day. We all do. None of us would sleep easier knowing he's dead just because he wouldn't be ''committing the cardinal sin of putting out a 'pure content mill' video'' because someone taking their own life is horrific-- especially Hbomberguy, how dare you even try to imply that?

And this gets me to the reason I'm furiously typing all this out in the first place: Hbomb is the fucking victim here, so stop treating him like he isn't. He tried making things as right as possible by compensating those that were burned by James through a video where he revealed everything there needs to be known about the guy so that less people fall victim to his actions and lies. To just ignore the harm James was causing while he had the evidence to prove it and platform too big to threaten into non existence should he speak out would've been bad. So he didn't. He did the right thing by sticking with the people James had stolen from, giving them a voice and making them known after they've been scrubbed from the picture by decidedly being uncredited for their works or bullied into silence. He shouldn't have to deal with this for doing the right thing. He shouldn't be labelled a murderer for doing the right thing. He shouldn't have to have the death of a man on his conscience for doing the right thing. People claiming otherwise are obviously wrong, but I can't imagine what all this must feel like right now. Because even tho they're wrong, guilt isn't a rational thing, and I know that if I were in his position I'd still feel like a morally bankrupt individual were the worst to happen even if I knew that it was not my fault. This isn't a funny story. So to add to this dumpsterfire by using it as a prop to bash on a creator you don't like and immediately write Somerton off as dead even when he's not even been confirmed dead yet to do that shows how little these people actually care about the thing they're talking about. They don't care a guy potentially killed himself-- what they care about is using it to paint Hbomb in a bad light because they don't like him. Here they are, posting memes and ill jokes about this very delicate situation while barely a day since the news broke out had passed. It's opportunistic, it's sickening, and literally the exact thing he criticised in his video when talking about 'content mills'. Like, I know none of these clowns bothered to actually watch it, but have some self-awareness. And some shame too, while you're at it.

This long story short: I'm writing this to contribute to the narrative not getting twisted to make Hbomb out to be the villian. Same goes for everyone else. Don't let these people paint them as the villians. If I see another person pull this shit again I will literally bite you and shred you into salad and spit you back out because I hate you so much and I mean that wholeheartedly.

To Hbomb: you will never see this but if you do, take care of yourself.

To the asshats this post is about: Delete your account. Cease all together. Stop talking about this. Just leave him the fuck alone.

#hbomberguy #james somerton #this post took me ages to finish and really grinds my gears #i would not survive on that hellscape with people like this holy shit #really hope this situation turns out for the best #i wrote this while i was frustrated and sleep deprived so apologies for unnoticed grammar i'll correct it later #i'll be keeping my eyes peeled for any updates on this situation this is actually getting scary

[bonefall]

My birthday was a couple days ago, and I got to see my bio dad for the first time in a while. He surprised me with the fact that I have a little half-sister, whom I've never met and who was adopted about two years back. So, I wondered if any situations in BB mimic this or have a theme of "secret siblings" or "secret family"? Sorry if this is a weird ask; this blog is honestly just such a cool little place and I love the way you approach the subject matter and take the flawed misogynistic foundation of the WC books and make them so much better (JUSTICE FOR BUMBLE!!!). I've also learned a lot about healthy and unhealthy relationships here and am really glad for your deep dives on Squilf and Bramble. Thanks, Bones!

Not weird at all! I really like exploring all the little nooks and crannies of complicated familial dynamics. I think one of the untapped strengths of WC (that the writers seem to be unaware of) is how their MASSIVE cast allows them to present all sorts of unique dynamics. So I like to pick up on it, since they don't.

For secret siblings...

I'm pretty heavily leaning towards Ambermoon being adopted by Wildfur, as a surrogacy. Something feels correct about it. Especially since Icecloud is getting retooled into a post-Battle of the True Eclipse birth, and a major supporting character in AVoS-era stories as a friend of Alderheart.

Thinking about it, I should zoom in and expand this. Maybe have Icecloud, somehow, acquire forbidden knowledge that would invalidate the Queen’s Rights and he (transman) struggles with if he's going to use it to expose his parents as an excuse to help Ambermoon.

(Especially since Ambermoon and Icecloud are basically nothing alike. Amber is independent, bold, and vain. Ice is jessie pinkman big-hearted, disorganized, and deceptively meek if you look past his "chill" demeanor)

But that's wip-- there's also Breezepelt and the Three, who are going to have an actual friendship. In particular I can't unsee Breeze and Lion having a deep one. I know I commit the Cardinal Sin of borderline himbo-ifying Lionblaze in BB, but I can't help it.

Hollyleaf ended up nabbing a bunch of his most violent roles to make her villainous descent smoother narratively, so BB!Lionblaze's story ends up being more focused on Ashfur's abuse, comic relief with cats in other Clans (something that the very serious Jay and Holly have a hard time providing), and the emotional fallout of the big reveal and Bramblestar's turn on them. Breezepelt slots neatly into that.

They were friends. Lionblaze's whole life came down around the reveal, everyone looking at him and his siblings differently, like they're suddenly something terrible. Why can't we find a silver lining, Breezepelt? Why can't we call ourselves brothers if the whole world is going to do it anyway? So much is changing, but THIS doesn't have to, we will take their weapon and turn it to armor, my ally, my friend, my brother.

(and when Breezepelt is lashing out at the three because of the Dark Forest's influence, Lionblaze is there, taking the blows and trying not to give in to the impulse to send him flying with a single paw)

There's also Harespring and Kestrelflight of WindClan and Owlclaw of ShadowClan. All of them are from a single litter between Whitewater and Mudclaw. She was going to raise the three of them alone as ShadowClan cats, but when the sire was smote, Whitewater felt they were cursed.

She was able to give the oldest two to their bio-uncle, Torear, but the weather was so bad that day and the runt was so sickly and small that it surely would have killed him. I don't think Owlclaw ever finds out why his mother always treated him with suspicion, but it did mess him up horribly.

Over in BB!DOTC, Thunder Storm is getting more half-siblings earlier. Clear Sky and Falling Feather had two daughters-- Pale Sky and Tiger Sky.

I want to explore the way that the various stages of Clear Sky's life acted on his kids. How any little curiosity Thunder Storm had about the life he might have had if he wasn't abandoned is crushed by seeing kittens who weren't. How Clear's favoritism of his oldest child set the trio against each other from the start. How this idea of "love" is toxic yet intoxicating.

It feels good to be the golden child. The power it gives you over his sycophants is satisfying. To know you, and you alone, have what someone else craves. Problem is, that's conditional, and it's cruel.

What Thunder Storm learns from his time with his biodad is that Clear Sky is not his father at all. He's taught him exactly what he DOESN'T want to be. There may be similarities-- in temperament, in physical prowess (though BB!Thunder is three-legged, he's still ripped), in taste and senses. But Thunder Storm's father is Shaded Flower.

(BB!Gray Wing died in the first book, rescuing Shaded Flower from being trampled by a horse. Xey're a patron of wisdom, Shaded Moss is taking the role of fatherhood to Thunder)

His sister is Rainswept Flower. His mom is Bright Storm. If there was a bond he could have had with Tiger Sky and Pale Sky, it dies simply and cruelly on the knife they used to cut each other out.

Pale might have wanted to mend it, she was the gentler one. But she dies in the First Battle along with her mother. Tiger Sky is too stubborn to accept any help, should Thunderstar offer it, and Thunderstar isn't in the business of begging for others to like him.

Naturally I'm lowkey obsessed with them lmao. I need to make a BB!DOTC overviewww

#I have a perspective on half siblings colored by a dynamic in my family #The generation above me has two siblings who had an awful biodad and an amazing stepdad (who did officially adopt them) #And there was nothing ''natural'' or good about how one of them was obsessed with their biodad. #It was influenced by his surroundings and did nothing but drag an incredibly toxic man back into his sister's life #Over and over #But anyway the son used to tell me ''theres no half in siblings'' #The daughter adored her halfbrother through the mother who raised them-- but was adamant that her biodad's newer kids were nothing to her #I guess I agree with the son. But not in the way he believes it #There's no half in siblings because you either Are. Or you are Not. #You have a shared experience with having that person as a parent or you don't. And that's what's unchanging. #It's not the blood; it's the sweat and tears. But anyhoo #Personal details of my life aside #Tiger Sky and Pale Sky are Clear's Dead Angel Fetus Children in-canon. I think that was Weird. #So instead I made them. Not. Dead angel fetus children.... #They're characters now lmaoo #Better bones au #I think Tiger Sky (i call her Tigs in my head a lot) is one of my favorite kit saves ever though #She's not going to be from the last litter either. I haven't picked who the mom is yet but he does have even more #At least one of those is going to make a grab at power but um. Sparrow Heart will not react Well. #BASICALLY lads I'm cooking. My revamps of the DOTC characters basically write themselves because I am very fond of them. #Clear's youngest: ''OH I JUST CANT WAIT TO BE KI-" #Sparrowstar: ''-lled.''

[squiddleknitted]

Watching the new James Somerton apology.

Bold move monetising your apology video. The revenue will go to HBomberGuy! Or Wikipedia maybe!?

The focus on how so many people were nice to him feels like he's suggesting nobody should criticise him now that he's been forgiven by the people he personally and directly wronged.

There's an awful lot of weight being placed on "I'm a cis white man." It's like he's trying to take the blame off himself and put it onto the cisness, whiteness, and maleness. Being a cis white man means he will always be flawed, it's a way of avoiding his responsibility for his actions.

He called the fucking cops on someone. He claims the person, "Did an internet and threatened to kill me." He then follows this up by acknowledging that, "Cops don't usually have the best interests of people at heart." I'm not familiar with the Jessie topic but this video explores it and offers context.

Lots of "We tried too hard to be good and that was our real downfall" type bullshit.

On Telos: "These were not going to be unionised movies, and we were very clear about that upfront. We wanted to be able to pay actors as best that we could, but we never expected to be able to reach typical union wages." Do I even need to say it?

Lots of throwing Nick under the bus. What are Nick's pronouns? James goes from using exclusively they/them to exclusively he/him. There's a line about how him and Nick were codependent that makes me wonder if abuse/toxicity allegations are in the future?

He's talking an awful lot about how every movie he tries to do has issues and he inevitably had to move to a new movie plan. Surely he should've just. Focused on how to fix the issue?

He's getting really into the suicide topic again. In a way that would be better saved for close friends and therapists.

Supposedly several people showed up at his house trying to harm him while he was not there. I'm a little skeptical. This is the first I've heard of anyone having his address, and while I'm sure he received threats, I can't imagine anyone is so invested as to actually go to his house.

He is re-uploading videos, including new videos. The re-uploaded videos are monetised and the money will be going... Somewhere.

"I know that misinformation made its way into our past videos." Well, it didn't write itself?

He has put together a new Patreon, and claims he will not be reopening the old one.

"This video is not about promoting myself." And yet, you have spent much of it doing exactly that.

He hasn't acknowledged the ways that some of his work upheld misogynistic and racist views? 43 minute video and he couldn't manage a, "I should've been more normal about nazis," or, "I said some mean things about women."

#James Somerton #hbomberguy

[sweetsonnyangel]

Moments in our lives- Rick Grimes

Based off a small tune by Anna Bates called Skipping rocks. Can be found on her instagram!

first time writing and this was not proofread:/

He keeps a matchbook in his pocket and a cigarette behind his ear

- You looked at Rick from across the yard as he helped Maggie plant crops in your new home, Alexandria. You could see him say something to Maggie before he started to make his way towards you with a smile. Currently, you were taking care of Judith, who was sitting at your feet on the porch, playing with some blocks she had gotten from Jessie. Rick walked up the porch steps, sat down next to you, and pulled a cigarette from behind his ear. He put it to his lips and then took out his matchbook, which he always kept in his pocket, and lit his cigarette.

“You know it's not good for her to see her daddy smoking,” you said, a hint of concern in your voice.

Rick chuckled lightly and looked at you. “I'm serious, Rick.”

Rick smiled softly. “Alright, I won't do it in front of her anymore, promise,” he said, and with that, he threw it on the ground and stomped it with his boot.

He cries 3 times a week but only sobs two times a year

- #1: Rick sobbed in your arms after hearing the gunshot that killed Carl. You too were crying; Carl was like a son to you, and you loved him more than words could ever explain. But right now, you were trying to be as strong as you could for Rick. That's all you could do; nothing you could ever say would take the hurt away from him, the hurt of losing a child.

#2: Rick felt himself begin to sob as he looked at your face, his gun aimed at the explosives that would take down the bridge, and himself. He watched as Maggie and Michonne held you back. He closed his eyes as he heard you screaming for him. Then it happened—the bridge went down, along with the other half of your soul.

He chokes on simple phrases like ‘I love you dont you know’ 

- You and the two others kidnapped by the Governor (Maggie and Glenn) had just returned to the prison. You had taken the worst of the beatings there, wanting to shield Maggie and Glenn from harm. Merle let you have it, which ultimately proved futile because they still beat up Maggie and Glenn. After Merle, you refused to let the Governor humiliate you by stripping you of your clothes, which angered him. In the end, you were left in a bra and torn-up jeans.

When Rick and the group found you and took you to a relatively safe place, he gave you his shirt, leaving himself in just a white tank top that served as his undershirt. After explaining why you were more beaten up than Maggie and Glenn, Rick exploded at you, yelling about how you could have died if the Governor hadn't intervened to take you from Merle. Despite your insistence that you were okay, the bandages all over your body suggested otherwise.

“You can't risk your own safety for others like that!” Rick yelled.

“Why does it matter, Rick?!” you yelled back, feeling exhausted and just wanting to rest, but Rick was making that very difficult.

Rick suddenly grew quiet. “It matters because, because, I-I love you.”

You froze; had he really just said that? Rick cupped your cheeks with his hands, trying to be gentle with all your bruises and cuts. “I love you. I have for a while.”

You grabbed his shoulder with your non-injured hand and smiled. “I love you too, Rick.” With that, he pulled you in gently for a kiss that neither of you would forget.

And while hes skipping rocks my heart does skip a beat just so

- You and Rick were out on a run when you found a small pond. Rick mentioned skipping rocks with his father when he was younger. You told him you never learned how to, and he made a ‘mandatory stop’ at the pond. You watched as he threw the rock perfectly into the pond, where it bounced a couple of times. You smiled. “I don't know how to!” Rick chuckled softly and grabbed your hand. “Here, toss' em’ gently, like this.” He maneuvered your hand and shifted it slightly as you let go of the rock. It bounced a couple of times on the water. You turned around and smiled brightly at Rick. “I did it!” He smiled back at you, a smile that weakened you. “You did.” You looked him in the eyes as your cheeks tinted pink, he looked back at you with so much love in his eyes, a look that made your heart skip a beat.

He only wears those brown boots I bought him long ago

- You and Daryl had gone out on a run together; everyone else was busy helping out around Alexandria. Currently, you were in what used to be a clothing store, looking for clothes for Judith and the rest of the kids in Alexandria. As they were growing, they would need new things soon. As you walked up to a shelf, you saw a pair of brown boots that looked very durable, if that's the right word; they looked like they would last a long time. "This is exactly what Rick needs," you thought to yourself, but were they his size?

“Hey Daryl?” you could hear him approach you. “Yeah?” he responded as you turned the boot in his direction. “You think these would fit Rick? He's got a big ass foot so I can't be too sure.” Daryl chuckled at your comment, even though you were being completely serious. He took a closer look at the boots. “Yeh, I think they'd fit him.” You smiled and went to put them in your bag. “Thanks D!” He smiled slightly and went back to looking for clothes.

—-

You had finally settled on the couch after a long shower. You were so glad you had hot running water now. Rick wasn’t home yet; he was somewhere, you weren't quite sure where. You cozied up with a book and a blanket on one corner of the couch. About 20 minutes later, you heard the front door open, and you saw Rick enter the house. He saw you and smiled. “Hey doll,” you blushed slightly at the nickname. “Hi!, how was your day? I feel like I haven't seen you in forever.” You somewhat joked. 

Rick sat down on the couch next to you, putting his feet up on the coffee table as he kicked his boots off. You suddenly remembered the boots you had picked up for him earlier. “Oh!” Rick looked at you alarmed as you laughed. “Sorry, forgot I picked something up for you on my run earlier.” Rick smiled. “Oh yeah?” You ran to get your backpack from the other side of the room, setting it down on the coffee table and pulling the boots out. “I saw these earlier and thought you would like ‘em.” Rick's smile brightened as he saw what you were holding. “If they don't fit, blame Daryl,” you said jokingly as you handed him the boots. He took them out of your hands and put them on, standing up to walk in them. As he did so, he gave you a little twirl. You laughed at him. “Do they fit well?” Rick walked up to you and cupped your cheeks. “They fit perfectly, thank you doll. I’ll wear 'em till they fall off my feet.” You chuckled as you leaned up to kiss him. “My pleasure, officer,” you said with a wink.

Rick really did wear the boots till the soles wore off. They were the only thing he had left of you after he blew up the bridge to save his people from the horde of walkers.

When he loves me in the evening I can feel it in my soul

- It was late into the evening, and you had just finished washing the dishes that had been used during dinner. You had made spaghetti at the request of Carl. You felt Rick sneak up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist as he kissed your neck softly. You smiled as you turned around to face him, your arms wrapping behind his neck. He smiled back at you. “Dance with me,” he said.

You gave him a playful look. “To what music?”

Rick then began to hum as he swayed you both around. You laughed softly as your head went to rest on his chest. “I love you,” you whispered, and his humming stopped.

“I love you too,” he whispered back.

He stutters when he tells me he's always been just mine 

- You lay in bed, Rick beside you, a comforting silence enveloping the room. Memories flooded your mind: stolen glances, shared laughter, moments of quiet understanding between the two of you. Through it all, an unspoken bond persisted, defying explanation.

“I love you, Rick. I think I always have,” you spoke suddenly. Rick turned to you, his expression softening. “I love you too. I've always been yours,” he replied, gently taking your hand. “And I always will be.”

In that moment, amidst the chaos of the new life, you realized that sometimes the most beautiful confessions come in the form of a stuttered declaration.

And while hes skipping rocks my heart does skip a beat in time

- You, Rick, Judith, and Carl were hanging out by the little pond in Alexandria. A content smile adorned your face as you watched Rick teach Carl how to skip rocks. You rocked Judith in your arms softly as she was falling asleep. Carl had gotten the hang of it, and you cheered him on softly from where you sat. Rick looked back at you with a smile, a smile full of love that made your heart skip a beat. The same smile he always wore. You smiled back at him, wishing things could stay like this forever.

#rick grimes x reader #rick grimes #rick grimes fanfiction #rick grimes fic #rick grimes fluff #rick grimes imagine #rick grimes x you #the walking dead #twd imagine

[munsonownsmyass]

Pain shared is pain lessened

Matt Murdock x reader

Summary: In a world where you share the injuries with your soulmate, it's not easy being you. With a reckless soulmate that seems to have no regard for his own safety, you have more bruises and scars than you can count.

Warnings: Mentions of injuries: bruises, blood, scars and wounds. Mild angst, a little mild hate. One kiss. But we end on a fluffy note. You know me 😅

Notes: Okay, this one is unbeta'ed and probably full of errors. I just had to yeet this into the tumblr-verse.

This is a request from the lovely @mindidjarin ❤️

Words: 2.5K

You’re grateful you’re with your friends when it happens. The pain is there instantly, so overwhelming that you start to feel lightheaded. Another wave of pain washes over you and thankfully Jessie catches you when your legs give in, sitting you down at the nearest table. For what feels like an hour, you can’t do anything but cry, hoping the pain will subside.

Your friends get it, they’ve been there too, but none of them have gone through as much pain as you have. It seems like your soulmate are reckless, not even caring if he gets hurt. You just wish you weren’t along for the ride.

“What the hell is wrong with this guy?” Jessie tries, not even knowing what to say. And what is there to say? Ever since you were a kid, you’ve felt every ounce of pain your soulmate has gone through, gotten every injury. Your only comfort is that your wounds are lesser than his, cause if you’d have to go through this life with all this pain AND blind? You would have lost it ages ago.

You google. You always try to google. ‘Man getting stabbed’. ‘Man losing a fight’. ‘Man being an utter asshole for putting his soulmate through shit’. Okay, maybe not the last one, but you are mad. Mad at him for not even caring, mad at yourself because you care. Cause the tears you shed every time aren’t just for you. They are for him too.

Why must he go through such hardship, such sorrow? What caused him to care so little about himself? Is he a hero? Is he a bad guy? In times like this, with Avengers and aliens, you wonder if he is somehow caught in the middle of that. Surely no normal person would have so many injuries. Unless he’s just a common criminal? Underground fighter?

Okay, you have to stop. You always do this. Sit for hours wondering. Your friends tell you to let it go, but it’s easy for them to say. They’ve all met their soulmates, some of them married for years. Jessie, the newest to leave the singleton island, still has a fresh pink scar on her forehead from when she tripped three weeks ago, practically falling over the guy who just hit his head, the same scar adorning his forehead. If only it was that easy.

“Are you okay?” Carmen asks carefully, handing you something to drink.

“No, I’m not okay. I haven’t even met my soulmate, and I already want to kill him.” You bite back, downing half of the beer in one go.

“At this rate, he’s probably gonna get himself killed before you meet.” Jessie mumbles to herself. You just shoot her a killer look, not even finding it remotely funny. “What?! You gotta admit it looks like this guy has a death wish.”

“Oh, I know! I got several scars proving that.”

“You should sue him.” Carmen, bless her heart, wasn’t the smartest girl, but she always tried her best. Still, you can’t help but throw your hands up in defeat as you continue to yell.

“Yes, great idea! Just gonna walk up to a lawyer and sue my soulmates ass for pain and suffering. That bodes for a happily ever after.”

“You know-” Jessie interrupts, caressing your arm softly, “-I have a friend. Karen. She works at a law office. Maybe they have some way of doing something? Maybe they could-”

“Thanks, but no. There’s no way they could find him and even if they did, I’m not gonna sue him. I just hope I never met him, cause I’m gonna kick his ass.”

A week later, the wounds had healed nicely, and the bruises faded, but the anger is still there. No, anger is the wrong word. You don’t hate him…. that much. You just wish you could have met him years ago, maybe spared the both of you some pain and suffering. Maybe his life would have been different if you had been there.

“We’re here.” Jessie stops in front of a door, and you sigh when you see the sign next to the door. Nelson and Murdock. Lawyers. Of course. You move to protest, but before you can say anything, she stops you. “We’re not here to sue, don’t worry. Our talk just made me realize it’s been a long time since I saw Karen, so I’ve invited her to lunch.”

When you enter the office, you’re met by a man handing a beautiful blonde some papers. That must be Karen. The man, who introduces himself as Foggy, disappears into his office with a smile. The two of you walk over to Karen, but Jessie quickly excuses herself, wanting to go to the bathroom before you all head out. Karen just gives you a bright smile, as she fixes some of the papers.

“You must be y/n. Jessie’s talked so much about you. Especially about that soulmate of yours.”

Of course, she had. You’re not even surprised, your many cuts and bruises always the subject for a good conversation.

“Yeah, he likes to fight, I guess. Always making sure I got a new bruise.” You laugh in defeat, knowing how you must look to other people. “People might start to think I’m being abused soon or something.”

“Have you tried looking for him?” She asks, putting away the rest of her paperwork as she looks to you with a curious smile.

“Well, it’s not that easy. New York is a big place.” You scoff, averting her gaze. Honestly, you’re not even sure where to start.

“Sure, it is. All you have to do is look for a guy who’s always-” Karen stops, looking at a point behind you, before her eyes dart back to yours. “-beaten up...” She almost looks like she’s seen a ghost. Just as she opens her mouth to speak, Jessie returns.

“So, by Karen’s horrified expression, I guess you’ve talked about Mr. Daredevil?”

“Daredevil?” You snort, “Is that your new nickname for him?”

“Well, he’s reckless, lives dangerously and keeps getting beat up, leaving you bruised.” Jessie crosses her arms, clearly not his biggest fan. You’ve always said you’d kick your soulmates ass when you meet him, but you’re starting to think Jessie might get to him first.

“Easy there, tiger. We can’t both gang up on a blind man.” You and Jessie giggle, but Karen doesn’t, her face white as she just stares at you. From the open office door, Foggy appears with an expression equal to Karen’s.

“Okay, what’s with the faces?” You ask confused, but before anyone can answer, the door opens and in walks what you assume to be the other half of Nelson and Murdock.

“I’m sorry I’m late. I went by the police station to-” Matt huff out, but stops as soon as he turns to face you all. “I didn’t know we had company. Matt Murdock.” He walks forward, extending his hand. As you take it, you notice the red glasses and the cane, So… A blind lawyer. That’s a first.

“How did you know?” Jessie asks softly, leaving the ‘since you’re blind’ part unspoken. Matt just smiles, probably used to questions like that all the time.

“I have a few tricks up my sleeve.” He just smirks, before gesturing towards his office. “Well, I’ll get out of your hair.”

“Oh, Matt. Before you go-” Karen stops him with a grin. Foggy walks over to stop her, but she just brushes him off. ”One of the young ladies here want to sue her soulmate.”

Embarrassed, you take a step forward. “No, I don’t. They are just being dumb.” You push Jessie and Karen softly towards the door, just wanting to get away.

“What did he do?” Matt asks, tilting his head to the side with a questioning smile. If you weren’t so embarrassed by the whole thing, you definitely would have stayed, because he certainly was cute. Really cute.

“Nothing.” You lie, still making your way to the door, but Jessie just grin, turning towards the hot lawyer. “He’s reckless. So if you hear about a beaten up blind guy, let us know cause we wanna beat his ass”

You shoot Matt and Foggy an apologetic look, before pushing Jessie and Karen out the door. They just chuckle, not even apologizing for making you embarrassed. “I hate you guys.” You huff out, before walking out of the building.

Two months goes by and to your surprise, it’s without a single injury. You should celebrate, be happy over the missing bruises or cuts, but instead you worry. What happened to him? Was the last injury to much for him? Was Jessie right and maybe he’s…

You feel stupid, spending years complaining over the scars and bruises and now… You actually miss them. As painful and annoying as it was, it was a reminder that he was out there. That someday, somehow, you’d meet your soulmate.

Looking out over the neighborhood from your small window, you let your book fall, the fingers of your free hand idly tracing one of the scars on your chest. You often do that, touch the scars. It gives you a weird sense of serenity, knowing that despite all the pain, he is out there. Well, you hope he still is.

Truth be told, now that you think about it, you wouldn’t kick his ass if you met him. You just want him here, want to kiss away his pain or help him bear the burden of what troubles him. You’ve never been a believer, but ever since the injuries stopped, you’ve been praying he’s okay.

You’re jerked out of your strain of thoughts by a soft knock on your door. Looking at the clock on your phone, you wonder who it could be at this hour. You had no plans and weren’t expecting anyone. Putting the book away, you make your way over to the door. When you open, you see the cute lawyer Karen works for. But what he’s doing here, you really have no idea. “Uhm. Matt, right? You work with Karen?”

“Yes, I do. I’m surprised you remember me.” He smiles softly.

‘I remember because you’re hot’ you think but reason it’s better to keep that information to yourself. Still, you feel your cheeks flush red at the thought. But you brush it off. You shouldn’t be thinking like this.

“So, uhm… Why are you here?” You inquire, not even sure what you could help a guy like him with.

Matt sighs, suddenly looking uncomfortable. Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, gripping his cane tightly. He looks to you, your image reflected in his red glasses. You wonder what his eyes might look like. Okay, this isn’t the time. Mentally scolding yourself, you open the door a little wider.

“Are you okay? Do you wanna come in?”

“I-“ he begins, but then stops. Clearly frustrated, he takes off the glasses and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Okay, I… I think I’m your soulmate.”

For a moment, it’s like time stands still. It’s like all air leaves the room and everything turns blurry. Did… Did he just say what you think he said? You don’t even know how to feel. Overjoyed? He’s finally here, after all this time and your search would be over. But instead you feel confused and angry, filled with so many questions, like why the hell would a blind lawyer get beaten up so much? Why did he let himself get beat up? How long have he known?

“When did you… How… Why…” You try, but every question dies before they’re spoken. Where do you even begin?

“I know you must have so many question, I get that and I-”

“When did you know?” You ask, looking into his eyes. His beautiful hazel eyes. Fuck, you should focus.

“That day when you visited Karen. How many blind guys do you know who fights so much?” He shrugs, laughing softly. But you don’t laugh. You don’t even find it remotely funny.

“You knew for two months and didn’t tell me?!” You yell, punching his shoulder hard, but instantly flinch when your shoulder hurts. Fuck. It really was true.

“I didn’t tell you, because I was afraid you’d kick my ass, as you friend so beautifully put it.” He tries with a soft smirk and you hate to admit, that your resolve does vanish a little. Damn, he was charming and too cute for his own good.

“Okay. Okay…” You try to compose yourself, before looking at Matt again. “Why do you fight? Who do you fight? And HOW?! I mean, aren’t you blind?!”

Your voice borders on shrill as you stare at him, so confused. Matt looks in your direction, his eyes (his beautiful hazel eyes) not really meeting yours and he takes your hands gently in his. “I am blind, but I can see more than you can imagine.”

An hour later, your head is filled to the brim. Matt has told you his entire story, everything from his accident that left him blind as a kid to his night time activities as The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. A Daredevil indeed you grin, remembering Jessie’s words.

Along with the story Matt apologized so many times, never in his life wanting to hurt you like this. The reason behind broke your heart. He didn’t think he’d have a soulmate, never believing he deserved one. The guilt he had carried with him from he was a kid, believing he was the reason his father died to the people he had hurt along the way, intentionally and unintentionally, made him believe he didn’t deserve to be happy. 

“Matt, I… I’m so sorry for everything you’ve been through. If only I could have found you sooner, I-”

“It’s not your fault.” He rubs soothing circles on the back of your hand, maybe more to his own benefit than yours. He has exposed himself, not only his entire story laid before you, but his secret identity. He’s vulnerable, waiting for your judgement over him and the thought makes your heart ache.

“I almost didn’t come tonight.” He looks up from your hand, his eyes searching for yours. “I was afraid you’d never want to talk to me after everything I’ve put you through. I can’t even imagine what you must think of me. How much you’ve hated me over the years. I’m so sorry.”

“Matt, you don’t have to-”

“Yes, I do. Do… Do you think you can forgive me?”

The tears in his eyes he’s been holding back, falls in a steady stream. In that moment, seeing him so broken over the hardship he’s put you through, you forget all the hatred and reach for him, cupping his cheeks. Without thinking, you lean forward and kiss him. It’s short and sweet, but it still makes your heart flutter.

Gently you pull away and hold his face softly until his eyes meet yours and right there you know. He is yours and no matter what lies behind you, is forgotten. You’ve found him and your heart have finally found its home.

TCF girls: @e-dubbc11 @itwasthereaminuteago @saintmurd0ck @pedrito-friskito @realfernmayo @idrinkcoffeeandobsess @mattmurdocksscars

Tagging: @lucy-sky @murdock-and-the-sea @murdockswh0r3

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock #matt murdock fanfiction #matt murdock soulmate au #daredevil fanfiction

[dearshelby]

Persona non grata | T.S

Summary: After many years alone, Tommy believed he had found the love of his life. Unfortunately, during a business trip to America, a ghost from his wife's past proves him otherwise.

A/N: A Tommy x widow fic was on my head for so long but I was never able to write it until now. There are some parts the reader mentions they're american, it might be true or not 👀 You can believe whatever suits you best. Also, I'd like to thank my darling @zablife for suggesting this plot I had so much fun writing!

Tommy tried to swallow the bitter feeling on his throat and pathetically failed. Waiting for Mary Smith in his hotel room in New York, he had to keep himself from crying. He wanted to be angry but wasn't able to, he never was, was this why he was always alone? Because he let women fool him, because he always underestimated them?

The first one was an undercover agent, so beautiful and soft-spoken, everything a man fresh out of the battlefield would ever want. Grace Burgess stuck a knife so deep into his heart she almost made him forget about the great war.

Polly told him she truly had fallen in love with him, so when she asked him to run away to New York with her, he accepted it, he was so blind and lonely that he wanted nothing more than to drown in the mystery Grace was.

However, once they settled in America, the unknown parts of her personality were dragged to light. It wasn't just uniform, they were substantially different, as much as it broke his heart to admit it, the uniform people wear tell a lot about who they truly are.

Despite the initial infatuation being gone, Tommy kept trying to make things work, he got a job and lived like a civilian for a while. As the months went by, going home to Grace's arms became tiring, he didn't want her, he wanted the rich girl who had a child alone and had to work as a barmaid to survive, but that woman didn't exist.

Leaving Grace and going back to Small Heath was one of the most humiliating things Tommy ever went through, his family (mainly Polly) constantly mocked him and the neighbors whispered behind his back.

Eventually, he moved on, deciding to focus on business. He was lonely again but it was alright for him, at least that way he wasn't hurt, soon the idea of marriage and children left his head, these sort of things would never be proffered to men like him anyway.

Years went by and stubborn as he was, Tommy kept trying, he wouldn't admit he hated to be alone all the time. He had May Carleton, Tatiana Petrovna, Jessie Eden and Lizzie Stark. He wished May, Lizzie or even Jessie had made his heart beat stronger, but they never did.

After eight years hopping from place to place, Tommy accepted he was unlovable. He couldn't stop working and women couldn't deal with it, he didn't blame them for it. After all, he had lost so many, he had no parents, no wife or long term partner, no children and somehow he managed to lose John and Polly too.

In the year of 1930, Tommy spent New Year's alone as an old, lonely, chainsmoker and alcoholic man at the corner of the Garrison. Whiskey ran in his veins and smoke stained his lungs, killing him faster than he imagined, not that he cared for that, as far as he was concerned he was dead already.

The pub was empty and dark, not many people spent New Year's alone. So when a tiny voice approached him, he was surprised.

"Can I sit here?"

Tommy looked up to a woman in a black dress, modest make-up and a ring hanging from her necklace. He quickly assumed she was a widow.

"You're not scared of me?" he asked.

"Should I be?"

"Do you know who I am?"

"Well, I just moved from United States so no," she shrugged off, "I just want someone to watch the fireworks with,"

Heavily sighing, Tommy kicked off a chair for her to sit down. He had no idea that from now on he wouldn't be lonely anymore.

At first, he was bothered by her presence, every glance and word was hesitant, they watched the fireworks and made small talk.

He thought she was looking for sexual relief after losing her husband, but she wasn't, they spent the night drinking together and she didn't flirt with him for one second at least. That made him intrigued, people usually don't get close to him without hidden intentions.

He knew he shouldn't and like every other relationship, it would probably fail, but he couldn't resist seeing her again, he needed to know why she came at him.

Shamelessly, Tommy asked her on a date which she hesitantly accepted, at the end of it she kissed his cheek and went inside, not giving any chance or implying she wanted to romance him. It was news to him, a woman trying to befriend him, he didn't even think of himself capable of this matter.

As months went by, her and Tommy became close, mainly because of her insistence on visiting his house with homemade biscuits, going to the cinema or walking to the stables.

When he told her he was an MP, she wasn't impressed, just like when he told her he was a businessman and a soldier. She didn't seem to care for the only things people got close to him for.

In the slow process of one year and eight months, Tommy fell for her. He married her and had a child with her, insisting on naming their daughter Lucy because it meant light, after so long in the dark, he finally found light.

Right now, waiting in his hotel room, he wasn't doing this only for himself, but for Lucy too.

Three knocks on the door were followed by a young woman entering the room, "Mr. Shelby? You've received my letter?"

"Mary Smith? Please sit down," Tommy ordered.

"Mr. Shelby, I-"

"You've made a serious accusation against my wife,"

"It's not an accusation, Henry Smith was my brother! She killed him!"

"Can you prove that, Mrs. Smith?" Tommy gulped.

"No, I don't know how the bitch made it, but my brother was a healthy man, he wouldn't have a heart attack out of the sudden,"

Tommy gritted his teeth hearing his wife being called a bitch. At the same time, insecurity weighed on his chest.

"If this stupid accusation is true, why would you tell me?" he asked.

"I know you had a child together, I don't know what this woman is capable of,"

"I see, you can go now," Tommy nodded, "but Mary, if I do a research and find out you're lying you'll find the same destiny as your brother,"

After Mary left, Tommy held his head in his hands, tearing up and fighting the knot in his throat. His dear Y/N, a murderer, his beloved wife, a murderer, the mother of his child, a murderer.

Surely, he was a murderer too, but it wasn't the same, hypocrisy or not, Tommy feared for Lucy's safety, he wouldn't let Y/N near her. To make matters worse, the phone rang loudly, he picked up and heard his wife's voice,

"Tommy? Baby?" she greeted, "Baby, can you hear me?"

"Yes, I can hear you,"

"Your voice is raspy, are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine, love," he hid the angst, "I miss you,"

"I miss you too, when you're coming home?"

"I have some things to finish first,"

"I see, call me before you catch the flight, so I'll know you're safe,"

"I will,"

"Uhm, are you busy?"

"Yeah,"

"You're acting strange, baby, did something happen?" she worried, usually Tommy asked many questions and kept her tuned with the deals he made.

"No, nothing happened, I just-" he sighed, "Y/N, I have to hang up now,"

"Okay," she muttered, "I love you,"

"I know," Tommy said before putting the phone down.

Mixed feelings clouded his mind, he wished he never got Mary's letter, he wished his wife was the woman she presented herself as and he wished to still be unaware of her past.

Standing up to pour himself a whiskey glass, Tommy felt no regrets in no longer being sober, he didn't care much for the matter now that he had research to do.

—

As the driver parked the car in front of the Arrow House, Tommy had no desire to get off of it, facing reality would hurt and so would carry on with his plan. His heart was broken, but he wouldn't risk Lucy's safety.

Entering the house, he heard high heels coming at him, Y/N carried Lucy and greeted him with a big smile. She wrapped one arm around him, watching out to not disturb their asleep daughter.

"I missed you so much," she whispered in his ear, "you didn't call,"

"I forgot," he took the baby from her arms, "but I'm here now,"

"Tsk, I suppose," she scoffed, "but you made me worried, baby,"

"Why don't you tell Frances to serve some tea and light up the fireplace, eh?" he dismissed.

Without answering, she left the room, for the first time since they met, Tommy noticed how cold her eyes were.

Heavily sighing, he rubbed his tired ones, there was ten of fifteen minutes before she was out of his life forever. Kissing Lucy's forehead, he gave her to the babysitter before heading to his office.

Y/N was looking through the window when he entered the place, two hot cups of tea were placed on his desk and some of the decorations were out of place, meaning someone had gone through his belongings.

She turned to him with a tiny smile, pulling the chair for him to sit down before taking the other seat in front of him.

Being face-to-face with her, Tommy glanced at her neck. She once wore a ring hanging on a thin gold chain, but as a sign of respect to both him and her deceased husband, she removed the small diamond stone from the ring to turn it into a discreet necklace.

"How was America?" she suddenly asked, blowing on her cup of tea.

"Nice, made me wonder why you moved out of it,"

She arched her eyebrows in surprise, usually he called the United States, especially New York, a loud nation with savage people, only truly enjoying the natural views of isolated places.

"What changed your mind about my homeland?"

"I realized," he shrugged off, "perhaps I was the old fashioned one, there's too many positive points for you to just turn your back on," he pointed out.

"You know after my husband's death I couldn't stand staying at home,"

"There's fucking fifty states, love, why move so far?"

"Aren't you glad I did?" she put her cup down a bit too harshly, "We wouldn't have met if I didn't,"

"Oh, I am," he nodded, "just find it weird,"

"Why?"

"You never really mentioned your husband, nothing more than the surname he gave ya,"

"...you're my husband," she hissed.

"The other one, the one you killed,"

"What?! Baby, what are you talking about?!" her eyes widened.

"I know, Y/N," he mumbled.

"Whatever they told you is not true," she teared up.

"No one told me anything, I have proof,"

"What proof? I could never do that, you know me, I'm your wife!" she gripped on the edge of his desk.

"Mary Smith wrote me a letter and I've done my research," he spoke, "you killed him for money I assume, then you moved to England and found me,"

Listening to his explanation, her desperate features turned into a blank face. She clenched her jaw and argued, "It's different with you, baby,"

Tommy scoffed in disbelief and she continued, "It's true, I killed my husband but I love you,"

His only reaction was a gulp, he knew outing her wouldn't be easy. However, it was hard to forget the life they built together and not to fall for her lies.

"Why should I believe you?"

"Because it's true," she emotionlessly replied, "we're married, we have a child, all because I came at you,"

"And I always wondered why would you, now I know," he drawled, "dark knows dark,"

"So let it be dark," she reached for his hand across the desk, "I love you, Thomas,"

Checking his pocket watch, Tommy sighed, "I love you too,"

Suddenly, the police blasted through the office's doors. Y/N stood up, but quickly gave up resisting, a cop grabbed and handcuffed her. During the operation, her eyes never left his.

Tommy followed after as she was taken away, not a single tear ran down her face while he had to blink his away. Before they crossed the front door, she turned to him and finished,

"Tommy?"

"Hm?"

"When I get out of jail," she hesitated, "I'll take my child away from England and I'll be a widow twice,"

MASTERLIST

#tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders imagine

[ficnoire2]

An Ode to The King, Briana Irene Matthews

When I say I love this character, I say it with my whole chest.  I cannot begin to express the joy I experienced when one of my fellow educators passed me this book and said “I’ve got a fantasy book for you, and there is a black girl on the cover.”  I am a child of The Neverending Story, Legend, Willow, etc (Google if you need to) and brown faces were few and far between, if there at all.  There are so many things I admire and appreciate about Bree Bree and the power she holds can’t be understated. 

*Spoilers Ahead so Exit Stage Left if You Need To*

Choices

In a story where choice has been hijacked for so many of our faves, I love the choice she makes at the end of Bloodmarked. To choose herself.  I know there has been controversy regarding this but fuck all that, she said what she said.  The fact that black girls need to be perfect and make decisions that are equally as perfect no matter what they are up against is absurd.  That line of thinking has real world consequences.  I love that she tried to consult with elders, those that came before her.  She seemed to be following this implied protocol that did not bear the fruit she’d hoped for.  

When she says, “I realize now why Jessie’s mantra to call root didn’t work for me.”  She said,  “Think of the power you possess and the woman who gave it to you.” I smile sadly,  “I used to think that woman was my mother, and through her, you.  Tried it her way and it didn’t work.  Because you all didn’t give me my power.”  I kneel to face the streams, thrust my hands into the earth from which they came. 

“I did.”

This was a hell of a scene because she is finally shutting off the noise of the outside world, the distracting chatter blocking her self actualization.  Arthur, the ancestors, the Legendborn, and choosing Bree.  Much like she puts the broken pieces of  Excalibur back together, she is in a sense doing the same for herself (pain welded blade).  It even bears a deep purple stone in the pommel. The color meant to speak to this pain, this literal and figurative bruising and beating she has taken.  In addition, the choice to go with Erebus and the uncertainty that hangs there was pure fearlessness.  As her character sheet says, she is intrepid, bold.  The way she is written, you just know it is in her soul.  As Tracy says in her dedication, For every Black girl who was “the first.”  Black is capitalized here, emphasized, because we are often demonized for making decisions or having experiences that those that came before may not have had the courage or opportunity to step into.  The First.  In Bree’s line everyone ran and she decided to stop running and turn to face the unknown, whatever may come with her chin up.  

In addition to being a clever badass, I loved watching how she navigated her relationships with Nick and Sel.  Again, another hot button topic where folks are clutching pearls and clenching ass cheeks.  I am not interested in “ship wars” but what did catch my eye was the way Bree allowed herself to be loved on.  The safety and soft intimacy she received and craved from Nick in a time where her world had been completely shattered was beautiful to read.  “I’m impressed, despite my still racing heartbeat.  How does he do it?  How does this boy navigate my emotions like a seasoned sailor, finding the clear skies and bringing them closer, when all I seem able to do is hold fast to the storms?”  He is patient with her.  The way he speaks, comforting and protective.  I love that she had this!  The giddiness at that age of meeting someone that makes you dizzy in the best way.  I love that Bree allowed herself to experience the respite Nick offered.  That relationship represents the light in her, hearkens back to a simpler time.

I also think Bree enjoys the challenge Sel presents.  Aside from him trying to kill her in the beginning (and being an all around asshole), she always seems to find interest in him (her shadow side).  “He’s dressed in black, as always, but his long coat is gone.  His tattoos are on full display below sleeves rolled at the elbow.  They wind down his forearms and wrists, and I can’t help but study them.  I wonder how far they go and how many he has before I remember that I detest him and shouldn’t care about his tattoos at all.”  

Bree is fiery (quite literally) and finds herself drawn to the darkness and mystery of Sel.  In truth, she likes to stir the pot.  When Vaughn is giving her shit about being Nick’s page, she intentionally fucks with him.  “But I’m not going to disappear.  And I don’t want to keep my head down.  Instead, I’m going to give Vaughn a glimpse of who I really am, and show him exactly who I’m not.”

She then throws the haymaker, “You’re a bigot and a bully, Scheafer.  You insult me because you think you know what I am capable of, but you don’t.  I must make you nervous, though, for you to expose your insecurities about your odds of success in the tournament.”

Long story short, Briana Irene is with the shits! How many times have you had to check in a loser such as Vaughn, who in all their mediocrity, thinks they are superior?  I love that she essentially says, “aight then.”

I say all that to say that I like that she is feeling her feelings.  She can acknowledge and accept the safety and easiness of Nick, while also reveling in the mystery and chaos of Sel.  Those two desires can (and do) live in the same body.  I love that this is confusing for her and she grapples with it because, what 16 year old wouldn’t! Low key/high key, folks my age would grapple with certain aspects of that but again, her choices.  

Bree is supposed to be complicated. At times infuriating.  I find it strange however, when folks don’t give her the space she has earned to develop.  So many of us Black girls are not afforded this space.  No room to grow, change our minds, or choose a different path.  She is grappling with grief and grief is messy, complicated.  The vessel in which she entered the world ceases to exist on the plane of the living and she is floating in the darkness and uncertainty of that.  “Your anguish is wrapped around your very heart.”   Not to mention navigating racism, sexism, supernatural beings, and understanding her own body and power.  That is a tall order.  She represents multitudes of girls who were “the first” and I am so glad I get to witness her in all her flaws and greatness.  THE KING.  Rumble black girl, rumble.  

#tracey deonn #legendborn #legendborn cycle #bree mathews #bloodmarked

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

I like to think about Rook and Auron angst ideas.

Not bc I'm obsessed with him

But bc it's a thing that could happen with them. Like if Auron's enemies did find out about Rook and kidnapped them.

Auron is hanging by a thread that he's going fucking wild actually getting his hands on people hurting then just to find Rook.

A senerio I thought about once was what if Rook got kidnapped escaped and ended up in Sugarboo's and Alphonse's town? Stumbling to the first house that opens to them they tell Boo how they were kidnapped and if they could use the phone

Auron is rushing to Rook's location trying to find them. While that's happening Rook is talking about Auron trying to grasp the situation they were in bc they were om survival mode.

Al connects the dots and that's when Auron pounds on the door. Alphonse moves and Auron rushes to Rook hugging then tight and checking their body

He's pissed that there scars and brushes but glad their alive. He thanks Boo and Alphonse, which the pink haired man says

"Don't worry about it. Let's just say we're even."

In the rush Auron didn't think that this was the Alphonse he talked to on the phone. The red head just nods and leaves with Rook, who once away and in the car back to the city is crying to Auron how scared they were.

This fucks with Auron bc he's always had that fear of an enemy getting the one he loves. Also the enemy that kidnapped Rook was fucking mauled by Auron bc his rage was so primal.

Or even it's the other way around!

Auron gets kidnapped somehow and Rook fucking goes silent. Like they were being watched under Faust and Trish but they went off the handle to find Auron.

They did say they were as dangerous as Auron. You know how Elle in The Last of Us tracked down Abby with no help? That was Rook.

After finding the base and killing most of the people Rook finds the leader hurting Auron and they go ballistic.

They jump on the leaders shoulders and start stabbing their head like crazy while screaming. After a couple of stabs Rook finally gets off of the leader and rushes to Auron crying as they hold his face gently.

Rook was able to fix Auron up a bit and he called Jessie since she was the closest to their location. When Jessie got there she was shocked to see the destruction of the base that Rook caused.

When Jessie got to the couple Rook pulled out a knife and was ready to kill again. Luckily Jessie was able to tell them that she was a friend not a enemy.

Since Auron is awake and is doing better than a couple minutes ago he slowly sees what Rook did to get him back. I think he'd fall deeper in love once he saw all the blood Rook spilled just to get him back.

They get back to the city where Faust and Trish sees then again bc they were at Auron's penthouse. Jessie didn't take Auron to the hospital bc of his side job. They ended up calling a doctor that Auron knew and trusted enough to fix him.

While he's being patched up everyone is noticing the blood on Rook. Trish asked if it was their blood but Rook shakes their head

"None of this is mine."

I think this is when it clicks in everyone's mind how dangerous Rook really is. They are CAKED on blood while watching the doctor work on Auron not wanting him out of their sight.

But when Auron finally sleeps since he was fucked up. That's when Rook finally cleans up and gets treated for some punches they took.

AND THATS MY RAMBLING OF ANGST TEEHEE it's literally 4:33 and I can't sleep

#yuurivoice #yuurivoice auron #red writes

[gengor]

So I like bcs and brb a lot but it’s kind of been bothering me that I haven’t seen much talk about this in regards to either show bcs or brb and I’m not the best person to elaborate on this but I do wanna talk about the way the show writes it’s Latino characters and follows up on them in bcs. 

I’m not gonna get into all the ways breaking bad uses Mexican culture in offensive ways to show Walter’s dissent into dangerous territory bc im hoping that this is obvious to most people. What I am gonna talk about is the way bcs fails to respond to this criticism in a meaningful way. 

So better call saul is a show thats essentially about exploring nature, nurture, and one’s own free will over the person they choose to become. It’s about humanizing Saul into someone we can understand and empathize with. In the time in Jimmy’s life when he was trying to improve as a person he had his brother bait him and manipulate him into committing felonies bc he wanted to feel superior. People in his life drilled it into his brain that he was incapable of being honest so why even bother? The phrase ‘he was born like this’ gets used more than a few times. The show also gives a lot of character work to Mike as well. And although Mike was never painted as malicious he can be incredibly indifferent to the pain of other characters. Bcs let us see emotionally heavy scenes with him where he’s more vulnerable than he ever was in breaking bad. So theres an established pattern of adding more complexity to one of the one-dimensional ‘bad guys’ of breaking bad by making them act differently than how they would in breaking bad. Can you see where I’m going with this?

Rewatching the show after I’d already seen it gave this weird thematic dissonance to way the show reintroduced any Salamanca character. Like as soon as we see Tuco we as the audience are supposed to be in on the joke. Like…Oh, we know that guy already. And of course, the show plays with the audience already knowing Tuco while Saul doesnt to dangle the high stakes of the situation in front of us for drama. Because we as the audience know that Tuco is and probably always was hot-headed and violent to satirical degrees. Other characters even chime in to reiterate that Tuco was always like this. Every single Salamanca family member is treated this way.

 And bc of the way bcs is trying to redeem and humanize it’s previously established white characters just makes this kind of even worse than breaking bad to me. Bc people were vocal about how breaking bad employed a lot of anti-Latino tropes within its writing so you'd think that bcs would try and take this opportunity to amend the writing a bit right? 

You could argue that this is what Ignacio’s character is supposed to do for the show. He’s a Jessie parallel. He’s not really a bad person he’s just incredibly in over his head. And while I do appreciate his presence in the show and like him I feel like it should have been more than just him. 

By far the biggest missed opportunity here to me was the lack of humanization that Lalo got. And I get he’s popular, I feel like that mostly due to how Tony Dalton played him in a very charismatic way. But god he was such a missed opportunity for a thematic follow-through. The way other characters talk about the Salamancas is exactly the kind of predetermination the show is trying to critique with jimmy. When Ignacio is roped into spying on Lalo to aid Gus in killing him he goes in already being incredibly suspicious of Lalo due to his family. He has reason to want this guy to be evil since he’s got to help kill him to save his own skin and his father's. He not only assumes this guy is evil based on his family, he /needs/ Lalo to be irredeemable. Then you're telling me that against all themes and narrative storytelling devices Lalo is just conveniently the guy he assumed he would be. Like, imagine if Lalo got to be a Jimmy parallel, a guy who’s acting out the role people assume he's supposed to fill bc no one thinks he can be anything else. Not humanizing Lalo and ignoring the potential to explore and humanize any other previously established or mentioned latino characters…its like the show is breaking its own thematic statements in order to keep the racism. 

#bcs #long post #breaking bad #better call saul #lalo salamanca #ignacio varga #tuco salamanca

[broflovskisbitch]

Matt stone x barista!reader

this is mainly for me cause unfortunately I'm a fucking degenerate with a nic addiction and the last few days at work were hell lmao

~~~

You're sitting in the alley behind the cafe you work at in some shitty fold-out chairs you got from goodwill. You had set up a little 'nicotine nook', as your coworkers liked to put it, for when you or anyone else needed to step out and smoke or vape. You were curled up, trying to make yourself as small as possible, as fat tears rolled down your cheeks.

Today was rough. Really. Really fucking rough. First, you woke up late, so you were running behind on opening tasks, then it was unusually busy, so you didn't have proper staffing, and on top of it all, people were just exceptionally shitty. Yelling at you for small things that weren't even your fault. Normally, you would just laugh it off and store it with all the other crazy stories of people you deal with at work. But today it was just too much. way too fucking much.

As soon as your work friend, Jessie, clocked in, they took one look at you and nearly pushed you out the back door to take a break. "I don't want to hear it, you look like you're gonna faint," they said, brushing off any denials you tried shooting their way.

And that's why you found yourself curled up on the chair, nursing your vape. You hated that you developed a nicotine addiction, but unfortunately it was common within food service. and you understood why. It was meditative, rhythmic. inhale, hold, exhale. It helped slow your breathing and gave you a weightless feeling in your head. Made your thoughts slow down.

~~~~~

A chime sounded through the store as Matt entered the cafe, he'd made it a habit of coming in a few times a week when writing for the newest episode. It helped when writing in his office felt a little stifling, and he always loved asking for your input on pacing, jokes, or plot ideas. and you really enjoyed his presence, you loved watching when he and trey would bicker or quietly voice out lines when no one else was in the cafe. You also just loved watching him work when it was just him, how his brow would furrow when he was deep in thought, or how he'd just quietly laugh to himself as he thought of something funny. You found it really cute and endearing.

Normally with regulars in your cafe, the relationship would end there, in the cafe. But with Matt you’d find yourself hanging out with him in the studio occasionally. It initially started when he found you waiting in the pouring rain for the bus. He dragged you to the studio and immediately got you dry clothes and wrapped you in blankets, insisting your lips were blue and that he'd drive you home as soon as your teeth stopped chattering. Ever since then, it was relatively common to walk with him and Trey to the studio after your shift ended.

Matt quickly scanned behind the counter looking for you, but only found two of your coworkers. He caught Jessie's eye. "Oh good, Matt! y/n's out back, but uh, let me go check on her real quick. She had a shit morning, but I'm sure she'd appreciate seeing you. I'll be right back." They quickly scurried to the back door.

His cheeks flushed slightly, he really liked you but assumed it would be one sided, he never expected you to be equally as happy to see him.

He looked up as your coworker, Chase, spoke up, "yeah man, she totally has a crush on you, you should see her before you come in, she gets all flustered and shit-" He pauses, realizing what he said, "aw fuck, man, don't tell her I said that, damn it she's gonna kill me. I'll be right back," Matt chuckled as Chase scrambled out the back door.

~~~

You’d heard the back door open, quickly wiping your eyes, trying to look put together for whoever was coming.

“Hey y/n, it’s just me,” You heard Jessie call out as they walked towards you, “Matt's here, do you want to see him?"

Your stomach fluttered at the mention of Matt, but you quickly felt embarrassed, staring at the brightly colored box in your hands. You didn't want him seeing you like this, you always felt embarrassed when people found out you vaped. It felt so shameful, at least with smoking some people considered it cool or attractive. But vaping just made you look like a jackass sucking on green apple flavored air.

You took another deep inhale of the sickly sweet vapor, letting it settle in your lungs before exhaling, watching the cloud disperse in the air in front of you. Before you could give your answer you heard your other coworker, Chase, poked his head out from the back door. "Hey, I hope you don't mind but I told Matt that you really like him, but like that you just like when he comes in and-." He gave a sheepish smile as you let out a frustrated groan, burying your face into your hands.

"God damn it chase. I love you to death but Jesus. Anyways, guys, seriously, I'm fine. it's not that big of a deal." you lied, you'd been fighting off a panic attack the entire day, everything felt crushing, but you'd do everything in your power to pretend it was okay. You appreciated that they cared, but sometimes you convinced yourself that people were only consoling you so they wouldn't have to see you cry.

"Dude, someone threw their drip coffee at you because you forgot cream," Chase responded. Jessie also fired back with, "And you had that soccer mom scream at you because we aren't Starbucks so we didn't have refreshers for her kids. And then-"

"Okay okay! I get it! I got my shit rocked today." you groaned, "Listen, just… give me five more minutes. I'll compose myself and then I'll be back inside, okay?" They gave each other a look and wandered back into the cafe, the door closing heavily behind them.

You closed your eyes and rested your head against your knees that were still up to your chest. You took one more inhale as you heard footsteps approach, exhaling as you spoke, "Chase, really, I appreciate the concern, but I'm trying to hold it together until I get home so I can just cry."

But you don't hear the male voice you were expecting, "Oh doll, what happened?" you heard Matt coo gently. That did it alright, you felt a pang in your heart and suddenly you couldn't keep in the tears. Matt sat in the chair beside you and pulled you towards him, hugging you against his side. You tucked your head into the crook of his neck, your body shaking with your sobs. You heard him mumble 'c'mere' as he shifted you to his chair onto his lap, rubbing your back and humming some song you couldn't really recognize. But it gave you something to focus on instead of your spiraling thoughts, letting you slowly gain control of your breathing.

"'m sorry, matt. I didn't want you to see me like this." you murmured, pulling your face from his neck, rubbing your eyes.

"Like what? A person with emotions that got pushed to their limits?" He asked, pulling the hair tie from your hair and carding his fingers through the strands.

"I guess, but I look like a total douchebag vaping out here," you leaned into his hand.

"y/n have you not *heard* the shit I've done when I was younger?" he chuckled, "I could not give less of a shit that you vape. We all have vices."

You two sat in silence for a little bit, Matt still running his fingers through your hair. You felt your stomach flip as you finally registered the position you were in. You sigh, shifting in his lap to get up when he pulls you closer to him. "Where do you think you're going?" he quirked an eyebrow at you.

"Back to work? I've spent too much time out here already, and I still have two hours left in my shift," You attempt to wiggle out of his arms again.

He shakes his head, "Nope. I asked Jessie if you could go home early and they had already planned on letting you clock out once you were done here. C'mon, let's get you clocked out. We'll go to my office, order some take out and you can help me edit the script this week. How's that sound?" he smiled down at you, brushing your hair out of your face.

You gave him a watery smile, wondering how you got so lucky to have someone like him in your life, "That sounds really nice."

#matt stone x reader #matt stone #can i let yall in on a secret #ive never been in a relationship so im not confident with writing romance 🫡 #my writing

[shippadoracompulsiva78]

After the events of the mine and the last episode, Jake returns to our player after months of silence. But the others don't.

(bad english because it's not my native language, just some shit i did in the boredom of my own anguish and indignation)

////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

"But why delete my contacts?" M/C sighs in exasperation, their trembling fingers typing on the notebook's keys. Their heart were content for Jake's comeback, but their soul weren't fullfilled. There was a hole. A hole that only duskwood would heal. "I thought the others had forgotten me, yk??"

Jake's icon appears typing, hesitates and types again.

"Love, I didn't delete your contacts." M/C freezes in the chair. They frown, feeling their heart slowly sink into their stomach. "Yes, you did." They try to convince themselves, a little smile of denial spreading across their face. "You don't need to lie to me, I won't be mad. I've gotten used to your protective ways. But I don't think it was necessary..."

The sequence of responses was direct and painfully genuine:

"M/C."

"At no point, in all my time away, I did block your friends from contacting you."

Silence. The little smile still remained on their face: it was all a mistake, after all. Jake must have pressed some buttons without realizing it; even a great, genius hacker wanted by the government makes mistakes! Or the connection in Duskwood had been weak for the last 4 months, small towns always have these situations... Or maybe all their phones had died. At the same time. For 4 months.

Because they wouldn't do that to them. Thomas? maybe. But Cleo had no reason for that. Lilly now liked them, despite their previous disagreements. They still had to watch the horror movie with Dan, they were his "boo". Jessy was... their best friend...

The gentle vibration awakens M/C, blinking the tears from their eyes to see the message: "What happened?"

A sob rips from their throat. Their face contorts in bitterness and anguish, they shrink into the chair. No, it wasn't true. After all this time, they weren't going to do it. M/C did everything possible and impossible for them, for all of them. They forget to sleep, to eat, to experience the outside world just for them. And they promised them that they are important! They are important!!!

"They fucking left me, Jake."

M/C rests their arms on the table and sinks their face. Sadness, anger, humiliation took over their being as they cried in despair. And they cried the same way they cried when Jessy was attacked. When the pressure of finding Hannah was too much. When Jake disappeared. When Dan was in the hospital. When Richy was killed. When Richy killed them.

M/C's heart couldn't handle another betrayal. Not another.

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Now that you finished s2, do you want to share your thoughts about sweet pathetic Aleks and sweet pathetic Alina? In s1 I didn't care much about her, honestly, she didn't have the dephs I normally like in protagonist (for me to like) and I was genuilly worried about this season, but well. You saw, Hilary. I love it, what they did with her (and Aleks, and, for that matter, Alina and her relastionship with Mal)

Honestly, I am a huge fan of what they did with Darklina this season, and all the complaints about it deeply, deeply baffle me. Like... y'all realize that in the books, she kills the Darkling, gives up her power, and goes to live with Mal on a farm in obscurity, right? We all bitched about it, and we were all dreading s2 because of that whole mess and it not being what anyone wanted. I was obviously very skeptical about how the season overall and especially the Alina/Mal/Aleksander part was going to be handled. Because in the books, Alina is not very interesting, Malina is not very interesting but still automatically promoted to endgame, and none of that is really challenged or deconstructed at all. I wasn't sure how bold the writers were going to be about changing it up, whether they were going to play the book arcs fairly straight, or what. And they did NONE of that. Yes, she still killed him, but after we literally had a flashback of them kissing the first time and him stating that was when he truly felt peace! He dies gazing at her adoringly and calling her "my little saint!" Like! This was not them "minimizing Darklina" or whatever!

I know that fandom is gonna fandom, and also that fandom tends to insist that they like complicated female characters in theory and then turn on them the instant they're actually complicated, but Alina is SO much more interesting and nuanced in the show that she is in the book, Jessie Mei Li does a great job with her, and the chemistry with Ben Barnes, even and especially when they want to kill each other, is hnnnnngh. Like, again! The writers went "hey twisted soulmate bullshit!" at us at every opportunity! They broke up Malina and sent Mal off to develop an actual personality and plot purpose, and the show acknowledged multiple times in-text that the relationship is weird and codependent and possibly influenced by him literally being her magical footstool! They didn't just go "well they should get married now and Alina will give up her power and live Happily Ever After in obscurity!" Instead, they made it all much more complicated, they made Mal likeable instead of a jealous dickhead but still admitting he's outclassed, they had Alina choose Nikolai and power, they set up an arc of Alina trying to be the "good Grisha" and the "good queen" and discovering that it's SO much harder than just being able to summon light, and crucially, repeating every one of Aleksander's mistakes/being drawn into his character arc exactly as he predicted. So what happens next? We don't know, but we can bet there will be more Parallels.

Basically, the writing this season for Darklina was a lot smarter and a lot more challenging/subversive of the source material than I ever expected it to be, and I eat it up. AND THEY ENDED IT WITH ALINA LITERALLY USING THE SHADOW CUT, Y'ALL!! LIKE. LIKE!!!! SHE CLEARLY ENJOYED DOING IT BECAUSE YET AGAIN, TWISTED SOULMATE BULLSHIT!!! I AM STILL VERY MUCH INTERNALLY SCREAMING ABOUT THIS!

It seems as if there are some segments of the fandom who only like Alina in theory, as long as she doesn't do anything to "challenge" or push back against Aleksander, and like. Guys. That's their whole arc. That is the whole dynamic in a nutshell, and that's what makes it interesting. Enemies-lovers-enemies-lovers, inextricably bound up even as they hurt each other and deny each other and try to push each other away. They always end up coming back to each other, because as the show and the characters themselves keep telling us, they are each other's only equal in the world! Not mention, the show has cleared WAY more space for that to be explored in an actually meaningful way than the books ever did, and I for one am very here for it. It's My Jam to a truly embarrassing degree.

#elmuertoqueparla #ask #darklina #alina starkov #the darkling #sab spoilers