#She totally blames Matt for it...

[purple--queen]

Claire collecting people with superpowers like they are some pokemons.

[lumax-mayclair]

Logan: you know, event coordinator is not even my job. 🙁

Chase: I know 🙂

Logan: and it is not investor! which is a common misconception. 😑

Lola: right 😏

Micheal: very common. 🙃

Logan: yeah, cuz see actually my job— it’s just: Husband…🤵

…Quinn: and what a good job you do at husband! 🙃

Logan: 😊

[reallyunluckyrunaway]

[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this Rolling Stone story:

A series of powerful wildfires has turned large swaths of Los Angeles into smoldering ruins. As first responders attempt to control the blazes, heavy winds are quite literally fanning the flames — to the point that the fires have now been ravaging the city for days. There is a clear link between climate change and the severity of recent wildfires. Climate-denying conservatives are instead blaming the devastation on California’s “woke” politics.

“DEI��means people DIE,” Elon Musk wrote Wednesday on X in response to a video of Los Angeles Fire Chief Kristin Crowley discussing how she wants to diversify the department.

Musk also responded “True” to a post from conspiracy theorist Alex Jones about the fires being “part of a larger globalist plot to wage economic warfare and deindustrialize the United States before triggering total collapse” — and then later deleted his response.

Musk has not deleted his promotion of several other posts blaming the destruction on diversity initiatives. “Los Angeles deliberately set out to exclude white men from becoming firefighters, and now they don’t have enough firefighters to prevent their city from burning to the ground,” wrote right-wing commentator Matt Walsh in one post endorsed by Musk. “DEI is a cancer that destroys everything it touches.”

Former Fox News host Megyn Kelly accused Fire Chief Crowley and Mayor Karen Bass of prioritizing “DEI” over the city’s fire management capabilities. “In recent years, L.A.’s fire chief has made not filling the fire hydrants top priority, but diversity,” Kelly raged on Wednesday. “Who gives a shit if the fire chief is gay. I’m sorry, but who gives a flying fig about who she likes to sleep with, can you fight the fucking fires, madam? That’s the relevant question.” 

There’s no evidence that the fire department’s push for diversity has any affect on its ability to fight fires. It’s also not true that Bass cut the department’s budget by $23 million, another claim that has spread throughout right-wing media.

Conservatives have also been pushing the false idea California Gov. Gavin Newsom’s water policies have prevented the city’s ability to fight the fires. Trump has long been bashing Newsom over the policies, and has blamed him directly for the fires this week. “One of the best and most beautiful parts of the United States of America is burning down to the ground,” the president-elect wrote today. “It’s ashes, and Gavin Newscum should resign. This is all his fault!!!”

On Fox News, host Jesse Watters decided to blame Native Americans for the devastation, as well, claiming that Newsom has “been tearing down dams” because “Indians wanted some of the river back so they could catch salmon. Gavin didn’t just knock down one dam for the Indians, he knocked down all four.” 

“And these dams were a go-to source for firefighters to pull water from to fight fires up north. Gavin’s literally tearing down Western civilization for fish and Indians,” Watters said, repeating the claim in another segment aired on Wednesday.

The fires currently destroying Los Angeles — as well as the fires that have increasingly been devastating the West Coast in recent years — are the result of hot, dry conditions caused by climate change. These conditions are inevitably going to lead to natural disasters that are going to overwhelm any infrastructure, regardless of the race and gender of the people running it. It’s an inconvenient truth for conservatives, who would rather point their fingers at minorities than acknowledge the reality of the climate crisis.

[bitchinbarzal]

thirteen | Mat Barzal

summary: the little green monster comes out when you’re wearing another jersey.

-

You and Mat had an argument about Mat’s newfound friendship with the new islanders presenter.

You’d seen them after one of his games, they were no longer filming their interview and instead were just talking.

Admittedly, you felt a pang of jealousy watching the scene unfold before you but then it all came to a head when you returned home and mentioned it to him.

He blew up, accusing you of thinking he was cheating, that you didn’t trust him. Essentially just blaming you for this whole argument.

You didn’t retaliate, opting to get your side out another way. Because when he goes low, you go lower.

So when the rangers found themselves at UBS arena, you were wearing blue.

“He’s gonna kill you” Sydney laughed as she found you at the bar, looking at your jersey before catching the name and number on the back.

“Oh my god! He’s gonna really kill you!”

You laugh and do a twirl for her “Like?”

“What did he do?”

You giggled and explained the situation to her “Oh my god, what a dick! Also she has totally been making the eyes at Matt this week too I get where you’re coming from”

“Right?!” You say, holding onto her arm as you both laugh about the situation.

In the suite, Alexis found you and looked at your jersey with wide eyes “Oh he fucked up!”

“Very!” Syd adds from her seat in the front and you smile at her playfully before turning to Alexis

“Me and Mat had a fight and I’m giving him a taste of his own medicine”

“Oh girl don’t explain! I’m on your side!”

The game is rough, as per usual when these two teams meet during the season.

Mat’s never one to get involved in the fighting, typically just sitting and looking pretty which you liked because it meant you were never worried about him.

That was until the period break, Mat was pulled for yet another interview by her. In which she showed him a fab picture of you in your rangers jersey

“So Mat, we hear your girlfriend is repping the Rangers tonight or better yet repping another number thirteen?!”

He looks confused until she shows him the image, his eyes immediately filling with anger.

There you were standing at the bar, in his arena wearing your ex boyfriends jersey. The name Lafrenière where Barzal usually sits.

“Uh… I didn’t know” he laughs it off but anyone who knows him can see his mind running a million miles a minute.

As soon as the interview is done he’s having to go back out, no time to text you and tell you to take it off.

Instead he goes out on the ice like a raging bull.

You watch from your spot in the box as the puck drops and Mat heads strait for Alexis on the ice, taking him straight to the floor.

You gasp as they hit the ground and begin fighting.

It doesn’t last long, Mat being sent to the box straight after. You see his face on the jumbotron, his nose is bent the wrong way and there’s blood rolling down his cheek.

You don’t say anything else, simply curling into yourself and thinking about what you’d caused. It was meant to be harmless, just a way to get back at mat for what he’d said but now his nose was broken, you felt horrible and you’re sure Alexis was out for the rest of the game.

Mat always had a jealous streak in him, from day one. You met at an event where you were Alexis’ date, Mathew introduced himself to you and immediately fell.

He waited months, scrolling through your socials for the day you’d be single and when he finally heard you had broken up he grasped the opportunity but that didn’t stop the comments and his own insecurities getting to him about your relationship.

By the end of the game you’re not celebrating like the rest of the girls, you silently made your way down to wait for Mat.

When he comes out of the locker room sporting a wrapped nose you wince. He looks at your jersey and growls

“Take it off for fuck sake”

“I don’t have anything on underneath” you mumble, the sleeves now crumbled up into your palms as you clutch them anxiously.

He doesn’t respond just walking to the car, you begin walking behind him. There was no congratulations kiss, no conversation as you sat in the car silently as he drove back to your apartment in Manhattan.

Traffic was bad which didn’t help Mat’s mood.

You tried to turn on the radio but he muted it immediately.

It wasn’t until you got to sunnyside when Mat said

“I would never hurt you like this”

You turn to him, his eyes still on the road

“Mat I’m sorry… I was annoyed about the whole-“

“I told you there was nothing happening between us! You were the one convinced I was doing something”

“I know that! And I just wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine!”you shouted, angry he wasn’t listening.

“Giving me a taste of my own medicine? y/n he was your fiancé… do you think I don’t feel bad about that? That you were actually so in love with him you wanted to marry him at one point!”

You sunk into the seat of the Range Rover and mumbled “Yeah well now I see it was a stupid idea”

Arriving at your apartment, Mat waited for you to get out and you asked “Are you coming in?”

“I’m going back to Long Island. I think maybe we were a mistake”

Your heart dropped in your chest and you leaned back into the car “Mat I’m sorry ok! It was stupid and I’m so sorry-“

“I’ve told you how he makes me feel y/n and you threw it in my face, in public infront of everyone to see and you embarrassed me. I don’t think I want to go through life constantly worried about everything and feeling insecure”

Tears were rolling down your cheeks “Mat please… I’m so sorry baby it’s only you, I’ll take it off, I’ll stop with the games just please-“

“I love you, but I’ve got to protect myself first” he says, starting the car again and waiting for you to step away before he drives off back home.

Leaving you standing there watching the Range Rover leave, your heart going with it.

[yourstru1y4ever]

Day 12 - "You remembered?"

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader Word Count: 599 Content: Fluff! Reader is allergic to milk (sorry fam) Tuna-Tober 2024 Masterlist <- check out the other fics posted this month!

A/N: And here’s day 12! It’s a little bit short but that’s because of how much I wrote for day 11 so forgive me about the length. Also this is totally self indulgent because I have a lot of severe food allergies (more than 5) and I just figured Matt would be like one of those dogs who can smell an allergen on a food. I wrote this very quickly and it's not beta read so I apologize for any mistakes!

It’s a busy night in Josie’s bar, it was lucky that you, Matt, Foggy and Karen were able to get a booth with how crowded it is. There was barely any standing room and you could tell the noise was starting to get to Matt.

“I’ll get us some drinks,” Foggy stands up and starts to squeeze his way towards the bar.

“Our usuals please Fog!” Karen calls out, “It’s been one hell of a week.”

“You’re telling me.” Matt responds and you smile, “At least it’s the weekend now, we can relax just a little bit.” You lean against Matt and he chuckles.

“Just for a bit.” He wraps his arm around your torso and brings you closer to him to kiss you on your check.

“Ew,” Karen teases, “Get your PDA outta here.” She points towards the exit and you both laugh.

A few minutes later Foggy comes back with a tray of drinks for you all, he and Matt have the cheapest beers known to man, a rum and coke for Karen and an espresso martini for you.

You’ve been trying your best to stay up longer at night for Matt when he goes out on his patrols, so far you’ve only been awake the one night he came back, most other nights you’re barely half awake or just asleep on the couch.

As Foggy hands you your drink, you notice Matt looking confused, “What’s wrong?”

“Your drink smells different,”

“Maybe Josie used decaf or something.” You joke, bringing the drink up to your lips.

“Wait!” Matt quickly takes the glass out of your hands, bringing the drink close up to his nose, “You can’t have this.”

“Aw what? Matt, come on!” Karen says.

You give Matt a questioning look before he takes a sip of your drink, “Yeah there’s milk in this.”

“What?” Foggy spits out his drink and looks over at you, “Did you drink it?”

“No I didn’t I- wait you remembered?”

“Your milk allergy? Of course sweetheart, why wouldn’t I?” He looks at you with concern.

Karen gasps, “Was it because of a shitty ex or something? Spill.”

“No it’s just-” You look down at your hands, “People usually forget about my allergy and I don’t blame them. It can be hard to remember sometimes.”

“It’s not hard to remember,” Matt tells you, “It’s worth remembering to keep you safe.” He takes your hand in his and gives it a small squeeze. You smile at him and nod your head in thanks.

“Hey, I’ll get you a new drink. Want anything in particular, aside from an espresso martini?” Karen asks as she gets out of the booth. 

“Let’s see how Josie does on a margarita,” You say to Karen and she laughs walking up to the bar.

Foggy gestures over towards Matt, “Just be sure to have your little allergen checker make sure it’s safe for you alright?”

Matt grins, “I wouldn't want it any other way.”

Karen soon comes back with your favorite flavor of margarita and before she hands it to you she gives it to Matt. 

After a moment he sets the drink down, lips forming a thin line. 

“Well?”

“. . .It’s safe,” “Matthew!!” Foggy cries out, “How dare you put us on edge like that?!”

Matt grins, “It was a funny,”

Foggy crosses his arms and glares at Matt, “. . . yeah it was a little funny.” 

You grab your margarita and start drinking along with everyone else, thankful to have a group of loved ones who care about your food allergies and are careful of what they have around you.

[mattitties]

can u plz do a fluff fanfic about the reader being scared of thunder and there's a rlly loud thunder storm so matt has to comfort her? thanks :)

thunder - matt sturniolo

“Really? I love when it storms. I think it’s so peaceful and I can just curl up and watch a movie or something,” Matt tells me. It’s our second date and we’re in the “biggest fears” category, and I told him about my extremely irrational, but very severe, fear of storms. 

“I get that,” I reply. “It’s really not that I’m just scared of storms, my best friend’s house was struck by lightning and caught on fire when we were in high school, so it kind of just set something off in my head. I know it sounds stupid because it didn’t happen to me, but it just started this crazy fear.”

“Oh wow, that’s terrifying. No, I totally get it, it’s not stupid.”

As I sit with my knees tucked to my chest on my bathroom floor, I think back to that conversation from three months ago. It’s the first storm I’ve experienced since I moved to LA, and I’m a mess. My windows are rattling with each clap of thunder, and all I can think about is my roommate at work right now. She enjoys storms, but my anxiety is getting the best of me thinking about everything that could go wrong. 

What if she can’t make it to her car? What if she gets in an accident on the way home? What if I’m stuck here for the rest of the night by myself?

She’s the only person I’ve got here in LA. I had Matt, but then I fucked it all up right on our two month anniversary.

I was so ridiculously busy with work and what felt like 800 pounds of shit piling up in my life that I completely forgot about our anniversary. I stood him up at the dinner that he made reservations for, and subsequently didn’t go to the hockey game that he was going to surprise me with; the hockey game which he got $300 tickets for. 

I apologized profusely and told him I would do anything to make it up to him, and he told me he was just really disappointed and needed some space before we talked again.

He called me a couple days later and I didn’t answer because I was so ashamed and embarrassed I couldn’t even face him. 

He texted me, I never replied. After three days of missed calls and texts, I guess he got the message because he stopped trying.

A week after that, I texted him apologizing for everything and explained my intentions behind my actions.

He didn’t answer. I don’t blame him.

That was three weeks ago, and it’s been radio silence on both ends. I guess we’re really done, but I really, really need him right now.

I turn on the shower to try to drown out some of the noise of the thunder, but nothing is working. I look at the weather app. It shows the same pattern until tomorrow morning.

I’m so fucked. I can barely breathe, my heart is beating out of my chest, and I just want to die. I’ve been texting my roommate to see when she’s returning but she’s busy at work and I’m trying not to annoy her any more than I know I have been, so now I’m just sitting in front of the shower, praying that everything would just stop.

Ten or so minutes pass, and I hear the front door open. Nobody ever comes to our apartment and my roommate always forgets her key, so I just leave it deadbolted when I’m home. I turn off the shower and call out her name to let her know I’m home, but she must not hear me. I pull myself together as much as possible and go out to the living room, but I don’t see the face I expect when I get there.

“Matt?” I whisper. I’m in such shock that nothing else comes out.

He’s absolutely drenched as he stands by the front door with a bottle of lemonade. I love lemonade.

“Hi,” he smiles shyly as he raises the hand holding the bottle. “I, uh, brought you something.”

I have no idea what to say. I opt for, “what are you doing here?”

“Well, I know how much you hate storms, so I thought you could use some company. Also… I just really miss you. And I would like to talk about us. We don’t have to do it tonight, obviously, but–”

“Yes. Yes, we can talk. Tomorrow? We can get breakfast? My treat,” I say, sounding pathetically desperate, but this is all I’ve wanted for the past three weeks.

“Okay,” he says as he takes off his shoes. “Do you happen to still have some of my sweatshirts and sweatpants? I’m kinda…” he says, motioning to the water dripping off of him.

“Yes! In my room, come.” He follows me to my room and I give him his clothes that I’ve worn an embarrassing amount of times since we broke up. “You didn’t have to come tonight,” I tell him. “This is really, just… I don’t deserve this after what I did.”

He waves a hand at me as if to say forget about it. “We’ll talk about that tomorrow. And I did have to come. Because I care about you, and I know you wouldn’t want to be alone tonight.”

I’m about to cry. I really don’t deserve this guy. 

“Let me go change, then we can crack open that lemonade and cuddle and watch something. Sound good?” he asks.

All I can do is nod in response as I watch him smile before he goes to the bathroom. I pour the lemonade into two glasses and set them on the bedside tables. 

When he comes back out and lays on my bed, I just stand there, wondering if he wants me to join him.

“Hello, what are you waiting for? Don’t leave me hangin!”

I smile and lay next to him, feeling more at home than ever when he pulls me into him.

[ssturniolo]

Mistake

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 - Mattxfem!reader

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 - after a mistake on the ice, Matt comforts reader, making sure she knows a mistake doesn’t identify he ability.

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - mentions of injury, swearing, i think that’s it?(not proofread)

𝔞/𝔫 - i accidentally wrote this in first person and I really don’t feel like changing it.

I take a deep breath as me and my partners names are announced. Interlocking hands, we skate to the middle of the rink getting into our starting positions.

This performance determines if we make it to nationals or not, and I’ve been dreaming of this since a very young age. This being such an important competition, also means our routines have grown increasingly more difficult, leading to challenging jumps and lifts.

We start gliding across the ice as our music plays, nailing every move, our bodies in sync. I smile as I land a triple axel, a move I’ve been working on perfecting for weeks.

I skate towards my partner slightly nervous for the lift we’re about to do. This was added into our routine last minute, only giving us two days to practice it which lowered my confidence in our success.

My partner lifts me into the air his grip tight. Until it’s not.

Shit, I’m going down.

Matt’s POV:

I watch in horror as y/ns partner loses his balance, sending her skidding across the ice.

It all happens so fast. Her slamming into the rinks wall, the med team rushing out to her, and me just standing here unable to do anything. I feels so helpless.

***mini time skip***

I knock on the medics door lightly, opening it when I hear a small ‘come in’ from y/n.

“Hey pretty girl, how’re you doing?” I ask, moving towards her slowly incase anything’s wrong. My heart breakes seeing her tear-stained face, puffy from crying.

“I blew it” she sniffles, covering her face with her hands.

“No you didn’t my love, it was a simple mistake and it doesn’t define your ability as a skater,” I reassure her before continuing. “Now, are you ok?” I ask again, this time more firm so she knows I’m being serious.

“Yeah, I don’t have a concussion, just a few bruises” she says, turning so I can see her bruise covered back.

“Oh my god” I whisper, tracing a finger around a large bruise, pulling back as she winces.

I’ll thank god every day that it wasn’t worse.

Y/n’s POV:

I can’t believe this happened on one of the most important competitions. Me and my partner have been working so hard for this, and now the poor guy is beating himself up for ‘ruining it for me’. I know it’s not completely his fault, but I need someone to blame right now so I don’t totally fall apart.

Turning back towards Matt, I wrap him in a hug, burying my face in his neck. I slightly sway us back and forth as Matt’s hands come to rest on my hips, careful not to hit any bruises.

“Thanks for being here Matt, you’ve made this horrible experience a little less horrible,” I say breathing in his comforting scent.

“I’ll always be here for you, no matter how you do, I’ll be here.”

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I finally got a request done ✊

XOXO - Zoe

[carbuckety]

Apologies in Dog Sees God

HI it's me again. I like dog sees god again. i hope everyone remembers me

So recently I've been doing a whole lot of thinking specifically about CB's character in DSG, and specifically his POV during/right after Viper's Nest. And you know what I realized, reading that scene over and over again?

CB apologizes a grand total of once to Beethoven in that whole scene, and what was that apology actually for? Not twisting Beethoven's arm behind his back in shop class. Not for standing idly by while CB's friends tormented Beethoven for what's probably been around 8/9 years at this point.

He apologizes for laughing at something Beethoven said. And then Beethoven apologizes back.

What's his response to the tormenting stuff?

It's not even for any of the major, obvious stuff! Of all the apologies in DSG -

3 are people telling CB they're sorry about his dog - Matt, Van, & Van's sister 1 is Tricia saying she's sorry she & Marcy didn't come to the funeral 1 is above, CB apologizing to Beethoven for laughing at him

1 apology we get is a completely insincere one.

It's Matt telling Beethoven to go home. And the word sorry does make 2 more notable appearances in Nocturne.

First CB asks if BEETHOVEN is sorry for one of CB's actions. And only then does he say sorry - and then immediately pin the blame back on Beethoven. I thought that you wanted me to. Which is fucking insane for someone who has never once asked Beethoven (so far) if he actually WANTS to be kissed.

And then after this there are no more apologies. None in Mal Di Luna, Peer Counseling, Dear CB... none of it. Nobody apologizes to Beethoven any further, no sympathy is spared.

I think something this says about CB is he's still not over the fact that he used to bully Beethoven. He hasn't fully grown out of this mindset, he doesn't think he owes Beethoven any apologies. It was all just a game to him and everyone was just playing around. He doesn't understand what he put Beethoven through, and he doesn't really want to understand - wasn't taking Beethoven under his wing and under his protection enough? Why does he have to put any more work in? Why does he have to think about what he's done any further?

I think he also justifies it to himself because he wasn't always the one doing the torturing.

And again, CB tries to justify. We did it because you acted gay. We did it because we were just playing. I didn't do that, I just watched and didn't stop it.

And Beethoven tells him that's not enough, and CB just can't accept that.

And he never apologizes. He never fully takes accountability. Maybe he would have one day, but then Beethoven dies. And so he retreats back into that shell. He doesn't let himself live and learn because Beethoven didn't live!!! He will never learn!!!!!

anyway also i am normal... more to come i have more thoughts

[wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee28374728]

Until Dawn character hcs

Sam:

Her music taste is crazy. Like the same playlist could have Beethoven, Iron Maiden, The BeeGees and Taylor Swift

Does aerobics in her pajamas

Doesn't know how to order at Starbucks (she just wanted a medium)

Had a dog walking business in high school

Knows how to surf

Will absolutely destroy you in most strategy based board games

Favorite holiday is Halloween

Chris:

Dog person AND cat dad

Far sighted

Huge history nerd, had a ww2 phase in high school that never completely went away

Guy at a camping trip who tells the ghost story that leads up to a joke

Knows exactly what to do when a woman is on her period

Nervous fidgets; bouncing leg, tapping on desk/table, etc

Knew where everything was in his school backpack at all times

Ashley:

Say it with me people: Only. Fucking. Child.

Will get mad at you for saying pumpkin spice latte is basic

Was a horse girl in middle school

Owns more scented candles than a bath and body works

Has gotten her fortune told at a carnival and taken it pretty seriously

Had braces

Smokes weed

Mike:

Track and field

Can't find the clit

Paid other people to do his homework

Wanted to be a firefighter when he was 6

Shockingly scared of bugs, used to make Emily kill them for him, but Jess won't do it

Can swim but doesn't like it

Was really close with Sam when they were younger, Sam is the one who introduced him to the group.

Jessica:

Used to be much happier and more chill before puberty, after which she felt pressure to live up to her looks

Her and Emily used to be super close and she misses it

Was a Frozen kid and still watches it a lot

Most definitely bi curious at least(Emily to blame)

Reads her horoscope but doesn't actually take it seriously

Emily:

Wayyyy to much Disney Channel in her early childhood, now loves drama

The middle of many siblings, acts the way she does for more attention

Was vegetarian at some point

Secretly misses being close with Jess, but makes sure no one knows

Needs rain sounds to sleep

Really wants Matt to stand up to her, this is why she's so hard on him

Matt:

Easily confused when women aren't completely direct

Probably smoked weed at least once, but quit doing it when he started doing sports

Nervous around babies(so small what if he panicked and dropped them)

Had an earring in one ear at one point, but his parents had him take it out and now the piercing is healed over

Can't tell the difference between nail polish shades

Josh:

Would fight god in the Denny's parking lot for someone if they gave him a hug

His bedroom/college dorm is covered in so many movie and band posters you can't see the wall anymore

Talks to cats like they're people

Confused rich(wait his is the only family with six cars??)

Jokes about sex and women, but if he saw a girl being taken advantage of he's gonna slap a frat bro

Owns a VHS tape player

Friggin s l e e p s in checkered shirts

Hannah:

Plant mom

Inspirational quotes on the wall

Best party is a book and a blanket

Nature documentaries

Josh's partner in crime

Loved dolls as a little kid, not Barbies, like baby dolls and porcelain dolls

Fairy lights in her bedroom

Loves music, Josh started buying her cassette tapes and now she collects them

Beth

Can you say LESBIAN?

Is never seen without her hat

Tried to stop Josh and Hannah from causing trouble, it never worked

Uggs and leggings

Smokes weed with Ashley

Her side of her and Hannah's bedroom is so much neater and cleaner

Total metalhead but no one knows bcs "she doesn't look it"

Dr. Hill:

Accidentally opened YouTube once while trying to find the news app

Can't work if the music has lyrics, it's too distracting

Might have a husband

Has such doctor handwriting that he can't hardly read it himself

Coffee addict

911 on speed dial(he's worried about all his patients)

The real Dr Hill is really nice, only the hallucination version is all threatening

Flamethrower guy:

Fucking loves soup

Hasn't bought clothes in years, and got them all secondhand

Has been off the mountain exactly twice

"When did kids get this dumb?"

Secretly stays in the lodge sometimes when no one is there bcs it's shelter and it's kinda fancy

Actually feels crazy guilty for not saving the twins

Was very happy to see Mike making friends with his wolves

[utilitycaster]

I’ve been thinking about Laudna, and the ways she’s not very well fleshed out, and Ashton being vocally anti god and nobody in the party being very pro god. I think it’s weird that Laudna is not more pro god, at least pro the dawnfather or everlight? Like she grew up in Whitestone, a very sacred and pretty religious city. And then 30 years later she was brought back to life explicitly by the skill of a highly trained and powerful cleric. Do you think this is just a case of Marisha not thinking about it that way, or has she made Laudna more neutral on purpose? I just think it’s (in addition to weird) a missed opportunity

so here's something I actually believe strongly: I don't think it's important for Bells Hells to have an explicitly pro-god person. They did, with FCG, and they do again with Braius, for what it's worth, but like...Percy is from Whitestone and his attitude towards the gods is largely "I'm not particularly interested in them nor respectful towards them, and I'm going to go do my own thing." The vibe of Whitestone has been very much one of cultural Dawnfather worship, but not everyone will necessarily develop deep faith as a result.

Similarly, much as I just pointed out that Ashton misplaces a lot of blame of the actions of mortals onto the gods because they're around to be mad at and his parents are dead, I don't think it's unrealistic for Laudna to think of her resurrection as the work of Pike, not of the Everlight (and, to be totally fair, it is at least in part, because resurrection from clerics post-Divergence only comes from the gods working through mortals). We've had a lot of resurrections before, and none of the rest of Vox Machina became worshipers of the Everlight. Vex was technically brought back by a cleric of Vesh, though Vax's offer to the Raven Queen was instrumental in the success of the ritual, and she worships neither.

My issue with the anti-god position is that for everyone in Bells Hells except Dorian, it boils down to petulantly throwing a genocidal tantrum because someone else got a present and you didn't. Like, just because someone never gave you anything doesn't mean you should actively pursue their demise.

Now: do I think more should have been done with Laudna? of course. From what I understand (and I plan on purchasing the ebook and reading it this weekend) WDB is an inopportune marriage of Khaw's overcooked dark 'n' edgy fanfic prose with Laudna running around aimlessly for 30 years, occasionally abducting children and then wondering why people are mad about that, so like, clearly, there was considerable room for improvement. However, I'd have addressed this by like, making her a wizard, or having literally anything interesting happen in her backstory after she died, or not bringing Delilah into it and instead having a cooler patron whom she actually wanted to work with. And with regards to her position on the gods, honestly I feel the problem is that no one really came in with a character with a realized position on the gods, and then found themselves in the You Need To Have An Extremely Considered Positions On The Gods Campaign and they sort of scrambled or went with a ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. That's not specific to Laudna at all, so I wouldn't put any more blame on her than any other cast member, and again it goes back to "hey Matt, if you want to tell this story with any serious heft and meaning to it, you need to give your players more of a heads-up than 'pulpier.'"

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Thoughts on The Crown, Season 6 Part 2

If you watch it for just sheer entertainment value, it's not too bad.

If you watch it for the biography, it fails. A lot of mistakes that could have been avoided with some simple fact-checking.

A quick recap--

Episode 5: William blames Charles for Diana's death, Phlip teaches William about Charles and reflects on his own relationship with Charles as Season 1 footage of Matt Smith and toddler Charles plays. The family deals with William's heartthrob status and all the girls that want to marry him.

Episode 6: Tony Blair wants to modernize the monarchy, charms the US, annoys The Queen, and gets served humble pie.

Episode 7: Carole schemes. William goes on a gap year, moves to Scotland, ogles a hot girl called 'Beautiful Kate' on campus, and gets his ass handed to him after a very stupid comment by girlfriend Lola and study buddy Kate. William wants to drop out of St. Andrews but Harry talks him out of it and Kate makes the first move. (This one is full of errors that will make you angry.)

Episode 8: Margaret gets sick amid flashbacks to Elizabeth and Margaret celebrating V-E Day. 9/11 happens and Porchey dies, The Queen is confronted with mortality, and eventually, Margaret dies.

Episode 9: Mohammed Al Fayed accuses the Royal Family of killing Diana and Dodi, the inquest, Kate has a fashion show and makes the second move, the Queen Mother dies just as William goes in for his first kiss with Kate (how rude!), The Queen's Golden Jubilee, and William meets the Middleton family.

Episode 10: Charles and Camilla get married, The Queen and Philip plan their funerals, William and Harry go to a costume party, Olivia Colman and Claire Foy return as Elizabeth's conscience while she ponders abdication. It ends with Imelda's Elizabeth walking into the light after viewing her coffin as The Queen's PIper plays Sleep Dearie Sleep.

My thoughts:

The consolation prize for a not-so-good season is that Harry is a totally unlikeable unsympathetic douchebag in his scenes.

I do wish they brought Tobias Menzies and Matt Smith back for Philip.

They were *really* grasping at straws for how William and Kate's friendship / early relationship went.

I wonder how much needed to be rewritten after The Queen died (they were in the middle of filming Season 6 when she passed). If she was still alive now, this ending seems like it would be pretty disrespectful.

Michael Sheen is the only person I can see playing Tony Blair.

Claire Foy is the best Elizabeth. They should've just made this six seasons of Elizabeth's early reign.

[the-faceless-bride]

It's was 'just a prank' pt.3

<- Part 2

A/n: I just had a cool idea as to how I can use the Poll options so you guys can help sway the story so it kinda feels like you're playing the game. 🙂🙃🙂 let me know if you guys like it, if not I won't use it in future chapters

Emily and Matt had left after Emily blamed Matt for losing an expensive bag of hers and she dragged him along with her to go find it, Sam had decided to take a bath after being in the freezing cold.

Josh had sent Chris and Ashley off together to find a spirit board he had laying around somewhere, while Everyone was gone you and josh had a soft silent conversation. Filling time waiting for the others to get back, that's when your conversation was interrupted.

"Alright, Josh! Let's see if you know how to hook up the hot water in your big ol' fancy lodge!" Sam teased as she made her way from the bathroom to you and Josh.

"oh yeah, it's just down in the basement. Y'gotta fire up the boiler," he said as if she knew how to do that, after a moment he realized that she couldn't possibly know how to do that and jumped up saying he'd help, Sam turns to leave to the basement and Josh turns to you, "wait for Chris and Ash Babe, don't start without me." you smile at him and nod your head as he gives you a twink, turning on his heel and following after Sam to help her.

You sat in silence looking around the lodge as you think about the long night ahead of you, your thoughts interrupted by Ashley making her way towards you and sitting on the couch awkwardly, "so..." she started before she was cut off, you both heard a scream.

What was going on?

You rushed to the basement door and pulled it open, but nobody moved. Then Chris pulled down a dark cloak from his head and said "mhm you just got munked!"

Sam didn't find this funny, She yelled at Chris for his low-blow prank before turning to Josh and accusing him of being in on it.

You slightly huffed, Josh didn't do low-blow pranks. His panks were always more intricate and complex than a simple chase in dress-up.

You all made your way to the living room, Josh teasing about how Sam, "totally pissed herself," and Sam huffing in annoyance.

Sam "had enough spooks for one night" and left to finally take that hot bath, while you, Josh, Chris, and Ash set up to use the spirit board.

You and Ash both took turns asking questions and things took a turn quickly...

"S-i-s-t-e-r --"

"Sister..."

"no! No no no we didn't kill them it was just a Prank! We didn't mean-"

"you know what... This isn't real."

"no Josh you said! You said you wanted to use the spirit board!"

"yeah well, m'not sure if you think-- messing! With me is gonna somehow help me deal with my grief but I don't need this right now."

Josh stood from his seat and began to walk away, you followed behind him.

"No, Josh C'mon-"

"no! You guys are full of it!"

And with that, you and Josh made your way down the lodge stairs.

You both stood there holding each other for a moment before Josh said he needed to do something and left you alone.

You wandered back with the two you last spoke to, they seemed to be freaking out about a photo they had found and decided to look for Josh.

"Josh was just with me," you explain

"If you go now we'll catch up to him."

Only you didn't find Josh, you all found ghosts, set up doll houses, and a passed out Sam tied in a chair, and finally you all found a man in a mask.

Chris was the first one to be put under, Ashly panicking tried to stab the killer with scissors she found you gasped as the masked man cursed under his breath, "live and learn!" and with one hit knocked Ashley out cold, and then he slowly turned to you...

You opened your eyes to a gruesome sight, Chris on the verge of tears as he looks back and forth between his long-time crush and best friend.

A distorted voice demanding that Chris make a choice before you put any input Chris pulled the lever,

"No! Chris! I thought we were friends!" Josh calls as Ashley screams and turns away,

"ahh, I see. You have chosen to save Ashley."

You rival Ashley with a Bloodcurdling scream as you watch Joshes body get torn in half, "NO! CHRIS WHY?!" you cry out as the gate opens and Chris rushes to Ashley telling her it's okay and to not look,

"why! Can't I look Chris? tell me he's okay, pleaseeeesss-" she whines out in fear, looking at Joshes hanging body as she lets out a frightened scream and falls into Chris, you cry as you hold onto Joshes cold hand.

"I'm... I'm so sorry..." Chris whimpers you shake your head, "I would've picked Josh if it were me, I would've done the same as you, Chris..."

Just as you all ran out of that shed you were all in you ran into Emily and Matt.

Chris cried out to them about what he had done. What you all had to see.

Matt was the most freaked out and Emily seemed to think it was some prank at first until she saw how scared you all really were.

You all made a plan to split up, Chris and Ashley go back to the lodge and see what they can find and be safe. While Matt and Emily look for the radio in the old tower.

"alright we have a plan, And Y/n?"

[love-kurdt]

The Life of Us We Can't Get Back (byler): December 21, 1990

word count: 2,103

My father‘s attitude was that this was but an inevitable phase of my growing up and he affected to take it lightly. But beneath his jocular, boys-together air, he was at a loss, he was frightened. Perhaps he had supposed that my growing up would bring us closer together— whereas now that he was trying to find out something about me, I was in full flight from him. I did not want him to know me. I did not want anyone to know me. And then, again, I was undergoing with my father what the very young inevitably undergo with their elders: I was beginning to judge him. And the very harshness of this judgment, which broke my heart, revealed, though I could not have said it then, how much I had loved him, how that love, along with my innocence, was dying.

The screams of the tea kettle startled Mike out of his place in “Giovanni’s Room,” by James Baldwin. He hadn’t gotten very far— he was only on page sixteen— but was already beginning to relate to the tortured yet compelling musings of the protagonist, David. He had already found and ended things with his “Hella,”— multiple Hellas— and his “Giovanni,” was out, working at the local coffee shop. The coffee shop where he still worked with his ex-boyfriend, Matt Winters. According to Will, their most recent breakup was mutual, but they were still friendly with one another, which… if Mike was being totally honest, bothered him just a little bit. Although, he’d be a total hypocrite if he were to ask Will to distance himself from Matt, because Mike still considered Wyatt Bowman to be one of his best friends. In fact, he was the first person Mike called when he and Will got together. He was pretty sure he’d called Wyatt from the foot of the bed, being sure to whisper the news quietly while Will slept.

The tea kettle obviously wasn’t going to stop on its own, so Mike stuck the dilapidated post-it with Will’s phone number in Joyce’s handwriting on the page he was reading and sat up from his position on the couch. He shuffled over to the stove on the balls of his fuzzy sock-covered feet (Mike wasn’t actually sure if the fuzzy socks he wore belonged to him or to Will), and removed the pot from the scorching surface. He grabbed a mug and a tea bag from the cupboard that he’d grown to become quite familiar with over the past week, dunking it in a few times in hopes that the tea would steep. He got a spoon from the drawer beside him and pushed the bag against the edge of the mug.

Everything was moving at either turtle or lightning speed these days. Mike could blame himself for that. He made the decision to drive to Chicago in seconds, he and Will reconciled and proceeded to have sex multiple times within the span of an hour of arriving at his house, and now… Mike was getting unnecessarily worked up over making his tea steep faster. Why the hell was he so anxious all of a sudden?

Mike knew damn well where his anxiety had come from; he’d been procrastinating calling his mother for days. He’d promised to let her know about his plans for Christmas, but never gathered enough courage to pick up the phone. For all he knew, she’d been calling his apartment back in Indianapolis the whole time he'd been gone. But Mike knew calling her would come with a plethora of problems, the first one being having to break the news that he’d failed out of college. The second one took root in the fact that he was currently staying in a different apartment (different from the one his dad had been shelling out money towards), not to mention an entirely different state, and with Will. And the third… well, the third problem was that Will and Mike were dating now, so he wasn’t sure if Christmas was even on the table.

Of course, Will had been pushing Mike to call Karen all week, claiming that she would probably understand Mike's multi-layered problems to an extent, but he knew (and told Will so) that their mothers were very different people, and that she wouldn’t understand. Not on the level that Joyce probably would, anyway. Mike checked the wall clock, reading 6:24pm. Will was due to come home around 6:30, which was when the two of them had planned to start packing their things to return to Hawkins. And that probably meant Will would bug Mike about calling his mom again, so… time to bite the bullet.

He headed into Will’s— their, Mike was still getting used to saying it— room, and sat down on the edge of the bed, glancing over at the nightstand. There it was. The Phone™. The phone that Will used when he— no. They were fine now. Mike was quite literally living with Will at the moment. Everything was great. So why did his heart pang with sadness every time he looked in the direction of Will’s phone? Mike decided he couldn’t think about this, not right now. He leaned over to pick up the phone, placing it next to him on the bed and dialing his parents’ phone number.

The line picked up within two rings. Classic.

“Wheeler residence, this is Karen!” Mike heard his mom say in her usual cheerful tone, and he sucked in a breath.

“Hey, Mom,” he eventually exhaled, his shaky fingertips finding the cord on impulse and fiddling with the spirals.

“Michael? Is that you?” she sounded surprised. Shocked, even.

Mike's heart sank with guilt. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s me.”

“Gosh, honey, I haven’t heard from you in so long!”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, I know you’re busy. How are you?” How was he? That was a simple question with a very complicated answer. He’d been doing better than he had in the past year and a half, and it was all because Will loved him. But he couldn’t tell her that. Not over the phone.

“Good, I’m good,” Mike kept it vague, “I just wanted to check in, let you know that I’m still alive and all.” After driving drunk across state lines and having a near-death experience involving a tractor trailer and "Should I Stay or Should I Go," by The Clash.

“Well, that's a relief! I’ve been— we’ve all been worried about you.” Meaning… she was worried about him. Mike wished she didn’t feel the need to give him hope that his dad might actually care about his well-being. “Are you doing alright in school?”

“That’s something I wanted to talk about over… over Christmas, if you’ll still have me,” Mike replied, his voice trembling a little too much for his liking. Too emotional.

“Of course!” Karen told him, and he bit his lip to prevent it from quivering. “Michael, you are always welcome back home. I thought you knew that.”

“No, I know,” Mike shook his head, gripping the phone tighter. “Just… it’s a long story. But I was also wondering if I could bring a guest this year?” There. He said it. Kind of.

“A guest?” He could hear the excitement creep into her voice, and he shut his eyes tightly. “Things must be going really well if you’re coming home with a girlfriend!” Girlfriend. Girlfriend. Girlfriend. Fuck.

“… Haha, yeah, it’s going great,” Mike suddenly wanted this conversation to be over and done with so he could let the guilt eat him alive in peace. “Uh, so, I’ll see you on…” he trailed off.

“You can come home as early as you want and stay for as long as you need,” she told him. “Believe it or not, we actually miss you around here. It’s… quiet.”

“Thanks, Mom,” he said. “I miss you too. So… is tomorrow okay? Me and…” Fuck, Mike forgot it was Will he was bringing home with him. Think fast, Wheeler— “We wanted to make the drive a little earlier before the real holiday traffic hits.”

“Whatever works best for you, hon! I’ve gotta head to book club, but please tell Mystery Girl that we can’t wait to meet her!” Right. Mystery Girl. Mystery Will. Jesus Christ, this was going to end horribly, wasn’t it?

“Okay…! See you soon, then. Love you.”

“I love you too, Michael,” Karen said softly, and Mike knew that she really meant it.

“Bye.”

“Was that who I think it was?” Mike heard from behind him, and he turned to see Will standing in the doorway with two cups of coffee in his hands. Bless him. Mike set the phone back on the surface of the nightstand and shifted over a bit, patting the space next to him. Will smiled, taking a few steps to cross the room and set the coffees down next to the phone. Will turned so he could hold Mike's face in his hands, his thumbs running against his cheekbones. Mike cast his gaze off to the side as he muttered, “If you mean my mother, then… yeah.”

Will sat next to Mike then, a lighthearted laugh leaving his gorgeous mouth. Mike felt a blush rise to his cheeks. His laugh. His fucking laugh. How was he supposed to function when Will laughed like that? And how the hell did he go so long without it? “Really?” Will teased. “You’re not messing with me? You actually took my suggestion, for once?”

Mike smirked, reaching up to brush a piece of overgrown hair out of his boyfriend’s eyes. “Don’t let it get to your head, Byers. I called her and told her we’re coming for Christmas.”

Will’s eyes went wide at that. “Wait, you talked about me?”

“Well, no,” Mike admitted. “I wanted to.” He reached out to hold Will’s hand in a feeble attempt to convince him that he wasn’t being a coward, that he was just… fucking terrified of the idea of coming out to his parents. “Believe me, love, I wanted to. But… I couldn’t. I just told her I was bringing someone home.” He looked down at the ground, unable to bring himself to look at Will.

“I totally understand, it’s a big step!” Will exclaimed, bringing a hand up to Mike's jaw and lifting his face up so their eyes met. “C’mere.”

Will wrapped an arm around Mike's waist and pulled him close, and Mike let out a deep sigh as he leaned into Will's touch, bending his torso at a strange angle in order for his head to meet Will's shoulder; uncomfortable, but did the job. “It’s going to work out,” Will reassured him. “Whatever happens, I’ll be here.”

“To pick up the pieces after everything goes to shit,” Mike said under his breath, and he felt Will’s hand begin to rub slow circles up and down his back.

“Don’t think like that, baby. You’re gonna be okay. We’re gonna be okay.”

“I don’t deserve you, Will,” Mike sighed, and he felt the low rumble of Will’s voice in his chest as he disagreed. This had become a common occurrence throughout the past week: he’d tell Will that he didn’t deserve him, and he’d remind Mike—

“Yes, you do.”

“God,” Mike rubbed his palms across his face in frustration, “What’s gonna happen when they open the door and see us together? What are they gonna think? Or what if I… I don’t know, chicken out and make up some elaborate lie like… trying to bring back our Chrismukkah tradition or some shit?”

“You wouldn’t be wrong. I’ve kinda missed Chrismukkah,” Will chuckled. Mike silently envied his optimism. He wished it was that easy.

“Me, too.”

Will grabbed Mike's hand then, interlacing their fingers, and it suddenly felt like the world wasn’t going to implode. “We’ll have to make up for lost time.”

Mike nodded, gulping far too loudly. “Yeah.”

A beat of silence followed, and Mike's eyes trailed up from their joined hands to Will's lips. Will's lips that were saying all the right things. The lips that were actively talking Mike off the ledge. The lips that Mike wanted to kiss right off his perfect face.

“Hey, Will?”

“Yeah, Mike?”

“Kiss me?”

And he did. Will did kiss him. In an instant, all of Mike's worries floated into the recesses of his mind to be dealt with later. He busied himself with the feeling of Will’s lips coaxing his mouth open, falling down onto the mattress, and letting his boyfriend hold him, take him apart, and put him back together, piece by piece.

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reasons why YOU (yes, you) can headcanon andrew detmer as trans

this is just a list of kinda ftm things about andrew and also a mini rant about how his life wouldnt be all that different

his voice is described as scratchy, and prone to breaking (script). um u guys see what im seeing right

wears a grey zip up hoodie, half zipped, so much that it became what steve remembered him by. that could totally be interpreted as a dysphoria hoodie. by me. im the only one who says that.

i mean, just look at him?? ps. i know I cheated with the flag, he's literally blue in that picture.

a lot of people call him "detmer" rather than "andrew"!! idk if its a regional thing but where im at you call people, even the ones you dont like, by their first name

extra angst for his bullying and stuff "no man, you look pretty" - wyane, while slapping him

im a trans guy and i say hes trans so hes trans

i dunno i feel like adding a trans headcanon doesnt do much to his character besides adding more angst

so, like, ever since he came out (which, id assume he did, whether it was his doing or not) probably around 8th-10th grade, his life has just been worse. transphobia was very much a thing in 2011/2012, and andrew is like, already a loser, hes got a big target on his back. matt and karen are probably the only people who'd call him "andrew", and one of them is his dying mother and the other just. kinda doesnt wanna be seen with him?? being seen talking to the trans freak would be social suicide. everyone else mostly calls him detmer

but, when he gets powers he also gets a few friends. matt and steve, two depictions of total masculinity, dont mind being seen with him. theyre teenage boys, theyre all a little mean, but they arent calling him names or whatnot. its good for andrew, he finally has what he wants, friends and validation

idk how monica would go, but he didnt throw up on her in the script soo. he couldve brushed her off, or she knew but decided to go anyways only to end up being thrown up on just the same, anything goes

when richard finds andrews camera, in that scene in the basement, his "just you being a loser. you think these people are your friends?" kinda means something else. richards words come off a little more like "you think you fit in? that they really see you as a guy?" erm, yeah richard isnt the best dad

then steve dies, his best friend is dead, and he blames himself for it. matt kinda goes back to treating him like he did before, his best friend is dead too, he blames andrew too. this is kinda where andrews apex predator mindset starts to go into overdrive

yada yada this man is transgender cuz i said so

wait! they don't love u like I love u..

[gxldenlush]

Bullies || n.s

pairing: bff!nick x fem!reader

summary: Nick is there for y/n through thick and thin. When he finds out she’s getting bullied at school, he does his best to help her.

warnings: mentions of bullying, name calling, crying, use of y/n, swearing, blood/injuries, random name for bully

a/n: ❗️purely platonic❗️, y/n is in her last year of highschool, nick is still 20 (2 years between them), I wrote this at work so it’s not entirely proofread, also sorry to all the Mayas 😭

pink=y/n

purple=nick

orange=chris (he’s only in the beginning sorry😓)

༻☙✽༺

“Oh my god, look what Emily posted on her snapchat” Chris turns his phone around to show Nick a video. A girl stood in shock, teary-eyed as she reads horrible insults that have been scribbled onto her locker.

“slut”

“whore”

“clout chaser”

“fugly”

The insults go on until the entire locker door is filled with the black sharpie. At the end of the video, the girl turns and runs out of frame, her face just catching the camera as she escapes the laughs.

Nicks heart drops to his feet when he recognises the broken girl. “Chris, that’s y/n.”

“What? No way. If someone was picking on her, she would’ve told us, right?”

Nick doesn’t even spare his brother a reply as he grabs his phone and orders an uber. Five minutes away, great. He pulls his shoes on and gets a hoodie from his bedroom.

“Going to y/n’s! Don’t know when I’ll be back!” He calls to his brothers as he makes his way to the front door.

—

Nick jumps out of the car before the uber even stops fully, thanking the driver on his way out.

He rushes to y/n’s front door, her parents’ cars aren’t in the driveway indicating that she’s home alone. He knocks on the door constantly, calling out her name and calling her phone.

The door opens a crack, when the person on the other side realises that it’s only Nick, y/n opens the door the whole way. Before he can even register the bruise on her cheek, she rushes to him, hugging him tight.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. I saw what happened” He rubs soothing circles on her back. “Let’s go inside”

Y/n nods and turns into the house. It isn’t until Nick has walked into the house and y/n has closed the door and turned to face him, that he sees the black eye and busted lip.

“Holy shit, y/n! Did someone beat you up?”

“No, I threw the first punch… I’m suspended for a month”

“You got in a fight?” She nods “Where’s your first aid kit? That’s gonna get infected”

“I already cleaned it. You didn’t have to come all this way for me, you know. I’m fine…”

Nick sighs and grabs his best friends hand, pulling her to the living room and plopping himself down on the couch, pulling her down to sit next to him.

“Y/n listen, you are my best friend, and I love you. So, if you are sad, or hurt, or even hungry! I will always be there to help you out, got it?”

The girl nods and laughs at his words. “I got it, thank you… How did you see what happened?”

“Some girl on Chris’ snapchat put a video on her story… you know those things aren’t true, right?”

“I know, it just hurts that people think that of me, you know? I used to be friends with her and now she’s just-”

“Horrible? Awful? A total mega bitch?” Nick fills in the gaps

“Yes, yes and yes” She laughs.

“Wait, you used to be friends? Who was it?”

“Remember Maya? I told you about her a while ago, we were practically attached at the hip in middle school?”

“Her? Really? What the fuck is her problem?”

Y/n knows the exact reason why Maya hates her. She doesn’t want to tell Nick, as it might hurt his feelings.

“She- uhm…”

“It’s because you’re friends with me, Chris and Matt, isn’t it?” His words are soft, as though he blames himself.

“She’s just jealous that I’m friends with you and she isn’t. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry? It’s her fucking problem. Dumb bitch can’t even keep her jealousy to herself? That’s pathetic! I hate bullies.”

Nick notices y/n biting at her lip in worry, re-opening the cut on her lip in the process. A small droplet of blood falls from her lip, Nick winces at the sight. He hates blood.

“You’re bleeding again, you want a tissue?”

Y/n dabs her lip with her finger, looking at the blood that transfers. “Oh shit, yeah. Sorry Nick.”

“It’s no problem, I’ll be right back”

Nick leaves the room and comes back with some toilet paper, he hands it to the girl and she daps at her bleeding lip again. “Thank you”

“I have an idea. I don’t know if you’ll like it though”

“You’re ideas scare me”

“This one’s good, I promise!”

“Then why won’t I like it?” A skeptical tone laces the younger girls voice.

“What if you did the rest of your school year from home? Like we had to during covid. I’m sure the school would let you after what happened today.” Nick sits back down next to his best friend.

“My mom would kill me” She lets out a dry chuckle at the genuine thought.

“Come to my house to do it” He shrugs. “Don’t tell her you’re doing it. Come to my house every school-day and do your schoolwork there. Then we can hang out more too.”

Y/n genuinely thinks about it for a few minutes. “It’s not a bad idea… Do you think they’d let me do it without talking to my parents?”

“You don’t know until you ask” He shrugs.

“Okay. Yeah. I’ll talk to the principle when I get back to school.”

“Awesome! And for now…” Nick smirks as he pulls out his phone. “We stalk Mayas socials, get dirt on her and talk shit. Order some pizza, it’s gonna be a long night.”

“You’re my soulmate” The girl shakes her head, looking at her best friend in awe.

“You wish” He scoffs

“Soulmates can be platonic, weirdo”

“Oh. Then yeah, we’re definitely soulmates”