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LINDS MY DARLING DEAREST IT'S BEEN TOO LONG

[warrior-cats-rewritten]

I'm not trying to be rude, but I feel like you're going way too far to punish Brambleclaw. Thistleclaw, the child groomer, doesn't receive this treatment. I don't understand the point of bringing him back if you're going to portray him as the most evil cat in history. Brambleclaw is buried outside, while most of the evil cats are buried within the clan's territory, which seems very extreme. If you hate him so much, don't include him in a rewrite. It will feel just like what you hate the Erins for, "forcing too much on Brambleclaw." If you dislike a character, don't focus on them. Like Jesus Christ, my friend wasn't wrong, you have a hate boner for this cat. I mean no offense, but it's weird, dude. Real weird.

Why is it that the minute I post bramble facing consequences for actions I get bramblestans in my inbox assuming I hate him? I think what's weird is very clearly trawling the tag to look for posts like mine so you can write an essay. What you should be doing is drawing him with green eyes, it looks good.

Cause if you knew this project, you would know that Thistleclaw isn't a child goomer anymore, technically. He is Ivypaw's Dark Forest mentor (which... is grooming people but not THAT way), as Hawkfrost has a proper arc now and... Doesn't die in Sunset.

I will say one thing though, I did actually forget one thing to mention that you caught! He isn't on Thunderclan's MAIN territory. I mean... what do you call a border that shifts ALL the time? It's the Thunder-Shadow Niagara Falls.

It's where Tawnypelt is going to be buried! Under a pine tree. (It's also close to a lungwort patch Rowanstar is the protector of, territories NEED landmarks)

Also.... I don't truly hate him hate him! Sure, he sucks but he isn't real. And as a character? Dude, he's FUN. He's a self fulfilling Prophecy, he has good moments, in WCR, he is still a POV during TNP and is buddies with Cinderpelt. He's canonically a giant PUFFBALL of an animal and I've never been against adding your own pets to Xenofiction! I am also the biggest advocate for the Give Brambleclaw Green Contacts Organization. I'm giving him more moments with his family, and while those relationships get REALLY strained, it's a story. He wouldn't be interesting if he was a cardboard cutout of a cat. I think he's interesting in a way that is both intriguing and frustrating.

He's messy.

He loves his daughter Dandeliontuft, but she's the spitting image of his mother who died right after swearing to never speak to him again, and Dandy is nearly mute... It's hard to think about. Abusers are not unfathomable monsters with no redeeming qualities. He still cried when he thought Lionpaw was buried alive.

He does show up to Starclan, but when he sees the smoldering scorched earth, it's a clear message. He wasn't welcome, and he will not be staying. It's not like the actual literal groomer Stormtail, who got poisoned repeatedly, had all of his relationships ruined, and chased out of Starclan every night by a living and dead Goosefeather until his spirit eroded due to his refusal to move on. Tom got eaten alive and his spirit consumed by One Eye.

He's a ghost now. He's gonna have a long, long time to reflect on what he's done. How badly he did hurt others. He's been around too long, and his generation needs to be done away with. I think he'll find peace wandering the land, being a cat ghost.

He's not an evil cat, he's just stubborn. Stuck in the way he was taught to be by the Clans.

[chuckbass-love]

Prompt: Johnny storm was sexually assaulted as a child and they why he overcompensates with sex. The team finding out or sue telling the team

A/N: Hey lovely, i am so so sorry that i've taken ages to write this. I've had a lot going on but i'm finally and slowly but surely getting my requests done for everyone so i can open them back up soon enough. I really appreciate your patience. This is gonna be a really triggering post, so please make sure you pay attention to the warnings before proceeding. I'd also like to take the time to let all of my followers know that if they are upset by any of the topics in this fic that i am always here to talk. I will never judge or turn you away, everyone needs someone to talk to. I have also made up some of the details regarding Johnny and Sue’s parents in this fic.

Disclaimer: My work is not to be translated or to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Johnny Storm x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, talk of sexual abuse/assault in detail, swearing, violence and just all around very triggering. Please be careful when reading if any of the above unsettles, triggers or upsets you.

Word Count: 2,576

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Hold My Hand

After that night, that dreaded night when Johnny Storm was only 10 years old - and Sue, 15 years old - everything changed. 

They lost their parents and their entire world came crumbling down, leaving nothing but a gaping hole unable to be filled in its wake. 

Unfortunately for young Johnny and Sue Storm, their misfortune continued for many years to come post the loss of their parents and it led them into a miserable life with foster parents that couldn’t have cared any less for them had they actively tried to. 

Johnny was always a playful boy, one who enjoyed the simple things such as running through large fields and rolling down hills with sue until they got too dizzy to go again.

However Sue was more of a hang out with her mates kind of kid. Sure she let Johnny tag along now and again and even sacrificed her plans to stick around and look out for him but nothing could have prepared her for the pain that eventually consumed her younger brother.

You see when he first moved into his new foster parents’ home, everything was okay, if you could even say that. But it soon took a turn for the worst one evening when their foster father, Bart had yelled at him for forgetting to wash his hands before dinner.

He went ballistic, unnecessarily so. Sue even tried to intervene, assuring Bart that Johnny would just go and wash his hands that instant but it didn’t work. He banished Johnny to his room, refusing to feed the poor boy. 

Once everyone had eaten and gone to bed though, that’s when the real terror began.

He crept into Johnny’s room late at night, slipping underneath the covers of his bed before Johnny finally woke up. He turned over to see Bart staring down at him, the creepiest and most sinister smile plastered across his evil face as he felt his foster father reach his hand down toward his genitals. 

“N-no, w-what’re you doing?” Johnny whined, trying his hardest to push the unwanted intrusion away.

For a young boy, Johnny was very clued up about a lot of things, he knew right from wrong and it was all down to his parents and Sue raising him this way. And just like he knew not to cuss or hurt anyone, he knew that what Bart was doing wasn’t right.

“Maybe next time, you’ll think twice about behaving like a dirty little boy. If you forget to wash your hands tomorrow before breakfast then i will be forced to teach you another lesson, similar to this one. So make sure to remember, or i can make life for you very miserable”

And just as quickly as he’d appeared in Johnny’s bed, he’d disappeared.

You can still recall the night that Johnny had opened up to you about all of this.

You’d been going back and forth with him for months, enduring his flirtatious ways and even doing some flirting yourself. But even though he’d wink at you and talk to you like you were the only one he was interested in, you’d still catch him doing the same to others.

He was a fuck boy to say the least.

Eventually you told him that if he was going to continue to pursue you then he had to give his promiscuous lifestyle, a decision he made in almost a split second.

He wrote off anyone else and focused all of his attention on you. But as always, you felt as though he was emotionally detached, you just couldn’t get close enough to him and it was becoming a problem. You had tried to talk over breakfast one morning after he had spent the night at yours but he shut down, instead he changed the subject and seduced you.

You were utterly baffled. Why could he never get vulnerable with you, talk about anything deep and meaningful? Why was it always about sex and getting naked without the added emotional nudity. It had made you feel as though all you were to him was a means to an end, a quick fuck to get his end away before leaving to go about his other plans.

However, one night after multiple failed attempts at a conversation with him that didn’t end in sex, you found yourself laying on his huge king sized bed, back arching off of it as he lay in between your legs, lapping at your petal like folds and sucking on your bundle of nerves.

As you came with a frantic cry of his name, he began to kiss his way back up to your tempting lips but before he could even get inside of you, you paused, pushing on his chest to move him off of you.

“Do you even like me?” you asked, brows furrowed in sadness, unsure if you even meant anything more to him than sex. 

He seemed extremely hurt at your assumption that his feelings ran no deeper than a fling but still, he answered you with all of the honesty he could muster, he wanted so badly for you to believe him.

“Of course, of course i like you. Where is all of this coming from?” he inquired as he used his index finger to lift your head up, wanting your eyes to meet his so you could see how much he meant every word.

“You never want to talk about other things, every conversation and every meet up always ends in sex. I don’t know, i just.... i just don’t feel wanted by you in the way that i want you” 

He couldn’t believe it. Johnny Storm was rendered speechless. He didn’t realise he was so emotionally detached when it came to you because he’d only ever been used to flings. This was new territory for him.

You sat there in silence, both of you just thinking and waiting. Neither one of you were ready to speak again though. So the silence continued. 

Johnny mulled over everything in his head, the events of months prior to that night, his courting of you, if you could even call it that. It’s an old fashioned term but it’s what he did. Especially since he never had sex with you until he agreed to give you his undivided attention. 

You’d never been the type of woman to sleep around and he knew that, it was abundantly clear the moment he first spoke to you, you had a level of respect for yourself. Sure, one night stands or random hookups weren’t necessarily a bad thing and they still aren’t but you preferred to be involved romantically with the person as opposed to just seeing them casually.

As the silence continued, you decided enough was enough.

“Johnny” you urged, shifting closer to him “what’s holding you back? And don’t say nothing because it’s clearly something”

Your question struck a chord in him as he closed his eyes. 

Memories of those years came flooding back. 

He had been living with Bart and Mary for a year at one point and he had recently turned 11 years old. 

Sue was out with some friends, they had gone to the mall, she even offered Johnny an invitation but he declined. He was too excited to get out into the huge garden being as it was a sunny day. 

But before he could exit his room, Bart entered, locking it as soon as he closed the door.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” he muttered viciously, walking around Johnny as he tried to stand tall but it was no use.

“I’m going to play in the garden, sir” he answered confidently, or as confidently as humanly possible for a boy filled to the brim with fear, he even added on a nod for good measure.

“Oh really? But you haven’t washed the dishes from breakfast yet”

“It’s not my turn today, sir, i-”

“How dare you answer back. Mary has done too much for you and your sister lately. It’s high time you pulled your weight. Dishes must be washed before you play. Chores always come first” he scowled, looking down his nose at the young boy. But as he nodded, Bart squatted down in front of him.

“You and i both know what happens when you don’t do as you’re told, don’t we?”

His tone was menacing, his stance was predatory. Johnny knew all too well what would happen. Hence the reason why he nodded and shuffled out of the room and down to the kitchen without uttering another word. He washed the dishes, made sure they were gleaming before waiting for Mary to assess the job he had done.

Once she gave the all clear, he was able to play outside but at that point he didn’t want to.

Looking back on his childhood trauma, the pain he suffered at the hands of a callous man, it causes him to think about just why he has avoided a monogamous relationship all of this time. 

Maybe it’s because he struggles to trust or open up. Because getting into something serious would only complicate his life and his partners. All of the shit he’s endlessly tormented himself with for years is baggage no woman deserves to carry around too.

All of this is probably why he’s overcompensated with sex. It’s been his way of regaining control of his body after Bart. His way of convincing himself it didn’t happen, that he didn’t endure years of sexual abuse at the hands of his guardian. 

“Johnny” you called out once more, in hopes to reach him but still he sat there, staring into space as he shivered.

“I was 10 years old, my parents had just passed away and me and Sue were forced to live with this older married couple. The man, Bart. He hated me, couldn’t stand the sight of me and every time i was in his eye line, he tutted, rolled his eyes or searched for something to pick on me for”

You didn’t dare to speak, instead you showed him the respect he clearly needed by sitting still and listening intently in that moment.

“One night after i was sent off to my room without any dinner, he crept into my bed” you watched his eyes, searched them for any signs of discomfort and the moment they met yours, you placed your hand on his forearm, offering your support.

“You don’t have to tell me th-”

“He touched me....everywhere. Told me that if i were to ever misbehave again then worse things would happen. I had to be extra careful after that night but even then, he wasn’t done with me. He found any excuse to get me alone and do more things. Things that make me sick even now”

“Oh, Johnny” you murmured, closing your eyes as tears fell down your cheeks.

“It continued for years and years until Sue turned 18. She knew all about it eventually when i had confided in her. She did whatever she could to put a stop to it but soon enough we came to the realisation that the only way to truly stop it was to wait until she could become my legal guardian and move out”

The pain in his voice caused your heart to ache uncontrollably, the thought of him enduring that, the thought of a young and lost little boy wishing the days away until he could finally be set free is truly awful.

You can recall the way you gave his arm a gentle squeeze, it was your way of assuring him to take it slow.

“It’s one of the reasons why i’ve slept around so much. It was the only way i could take back the control, the control of my own body and what i wanted to use it for. Instead of having him decide”

And again, in that moment everything made sense. All of the fuck boy antics, all of the endless flirting with you and how everything led to sex. You finally got him, understood him. 

“You’re so brave” you hummed your appreciation for your man as you moved to cuddle into him, your arms wrapped around his shoulders.

Johnny didn’t feel brave, not even years after the horrible events that took place whilst he lived with Mary and Bart. He felt weak, hopeless and a coward. He didn’t speak to anyone other than Sue about his torture. For all he knew, Bart could have gone on to do the same thing to other helpless young boys and god only knows he’d get away with it.

But you’ve never called him brave because he got through it, like he always liked to assume. In fact you called him brave because not only did he live through it, but he also grew up and is still coping with it now. It takes a lot of guts and bravery to live with something as difficult as that. Johnny Storm is brave, strong and a man who deserves love like no other.

Following his confession that night, you spent the rest of it wrapping him up in your arms and cuddling until the two of you eventually fell asleep. It was nice for once just opening up to one another all the more, confessing even the silliest of things like all the times you embarrassed yourself in public. But it felt like then you had both become a lot closer. 

Now two years on, you’re still together. No more ghosts in your closet to burden either of you or even destroy the solid foundations you’ve built together. 

Every now and again, he’ll talk about his struggles and you understand that he only does it because talking and opening up is a huge healer for him. 

Sue noticed a drastic change in him after that night too and her only words to you were “thank you” and you can see now looking back in hindsight that she was aware he opened up and she was thankful that you stuck with him and she was thankful that you were supportive.

But how could anyone ever come to leave someone like Johnny? He has always been such a bright burning light in your life, and although the brightest lights hide even the darkest of demons, he was always your lifeline whenever you needed him to be. So you reciprocated, became his lifeline too, held his hand through the wars and covered him with your body to take the bullets. You bared the wounds for him and as a big sister, that’s all Sue ever wanted for her younger brother and also for him to be genuinely care free and happy. You made that come true.

Trauma affects everyone in different ways, this is known to be true and there is no right way of dealing with it. But Johnny should always be extremely proud of himself for how he dealt with it. 

One day, Bart will get his comeuppance.

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[alice-is-in-wonderland]

Okay, so @thomas-newtie-gangster tagged me in an alternate questionnaire

Pets-- Yes, 2 cats and 3 kittens (oof, I know I'm a cat-lady, but the 3 kittens are my Dad's the older 2 are mine, but I dont live with them all year unfortunately because of school)

Most Frequently Quoted Vine: Oh man, all of them. My 3 quad-mates all only talk in vines (seriously). However, it's probably between "Two bros, vhillin in a hot tub, 5 feet apart coz theyre not gay" OR "Dis bitch empty, YEET"

Most Daring Thing You've Ever Done: Oh man. Um. I've slept on this suspension bridge (yes, it sways with every little fucking movement and it's hella uncomfortable)

(pic credit to google, but I know that it was this particular fucking bridge)

Least Favorite Movie: It's a tie between Idiocracy (fuck this movie I LOST ALL OF MY GODDAMN BRAIN CELLS WATCHING IT IN FILM CLASS) and James Cameron's Avatar, the one with the blue people? OH. MY. GOD. I HATE THIS MOVIE. It's so fucking boring. I never fall asleep during movies, except this one.

Favorite American Actor(s): Oh wow this is hard. Josh Hutcherson (I've lived this man since Journey to the Center of the Earth 1, okay??? My grandma met his mom, man). I WOULD DIE FOR JOSEPH GORDON-LEVITT THANK YOU. Jared Padalecki. Chris Pratt. Steve Carell. Orlando Bloom. Ben Stiller. Johnny Depp. Chris Pine. Mark Wahlberg. Matt Damon. *off-pitch screech:* DOES MARK FISCHBACH COUNT

Favorite American Actress(es): FIRST AND FUCKING FOREMOST-- Carrie Fisher (no, I'm still not okay. She was my childhood hero and crush). Anna Faris (she's so funny and cute and I love her, especially in What's Your Number) Susan Sarandon (jesus I want to be this woman), Jennifer Aniston (she's fucking gorgeous and talented!). Kim Rhodes (she is my swearing Disney mom and I love her). Leslie Mann (shes adorable, I loved her in Blockers and The Other Woman)

Favourite British Actor(s): Thomas Brodie-Sangster (this is obvious, I love him and have since Love, Actually), Collin Firth (MR. DARCY!!!), Allan Rickman (I'm not crying, shut up). Skandar Keynes (SO WHAT CHILDHOOD CRUSH, SHOOOOOSH). Hugh Grant (basically he had my heart in that scene in Love, Actually where he dances). JUST BASCIALLY THE ENTIRE CAST OF LOVE, ACTUALLY. Kit Harrington (JON FUCKING SNOW, PEOPLE).

Favourite British Actress(es): Helen Mirren, [Dame] Judy Dench, Julie Andrews, Maggie Smith, Imelda Staunton (her in the tv show Cranford is just perfect), Natalie Dormer (FUUUUUCK I AM GAY FOR HER)

Favorite Actor(s)/Actress(es) From Elsewhere: Gal Gadot from Israel (oh my god she is a fucking goddess of strength and beauty and kindness). Liam Neeson from Ireland (jesus after I learned the full story behind his performance in Love, Actually [shut up about that movie, Cas] I understood how well he did that role, like... holy shit).

Longest Time Gone Without Sleep: I got really fucking close to 5 days straight on a dare. Almost. Don't do it, kids. You start hearing and seeing things.

Worst Food You've Ever Eaten: I got food poisoning from undercooked chicken at a rock concert once. But taste-wise is MAYO. I HATE IT.

Earliest Memory: Okay, this is gonna get a tad bit depressing. So I remember watching 9/11 on tv with my grandma in the dark (my grandma turned the lights off out of respect) in the morning. I remember seeing the buildings smoking on the small little screen and my grandma holding my hand and crying. I didnt know what it was at the time (shit i probably thought it was a movie).

Favorite Pizza Topping: Look, I work at a pizza place. Half of my pizza is pepperoni and mushroom, the other half is bacon and pineapple [you like it or you dont, but man it's my pizza. You dont like it? Okay, cool, that's your thing. I dont understand why this is such a big deal].

Dumbest Thing You've Seen/Heard/Had Happen To You At School: Too many. There's... jesus theres just too many in just high school alone. But here's a story instead: Once, in high school, I was in a class I was a TA for, sitting on the counter while the class took a test, so it was dead silent. And my mom texted me something that was so fucking funny (I tried so hard not to laugh but I couldn't help it, I basically exploded), I fell off the counter laughing and excused myself into the hallways just to explode into laughter. OR The time my new teacher got our entire class to troll one student. So this kid (let's call him Slacker) would come in late every day (or, every day that he actually decided to show up) with McDonald's (it was the first class of the day) and he would ALWAYS miss test days. So one day that was supposed to be a test day, Slacker didnt show up, and our teacher (this man was a fucking LEGEND) was like "if you see Slacker, tell him we took the test today, but we're actually gonna take it tomorrow" and we did. So the next day, Slacker walked in 15 mins late, McDs in hand, and we all just kinda smirked at him and we took the test and damn he was PISSED. But sometimes he would show up for school, but instead of coming into class he would wander the halls, singing hella off-key and super loud. And we all knew it was him, too because security would chase him when he sang too loud and they found him. It was great. Except our last names were similar so everyone always thought we were twin brother and sister, because even though we looked alike, we were completely different. No. If he was my brother, I would've put his ass up for adoption a long time ago.

Okay, that was longer than I thought it would be. I tag @iamyourbloodydealer @sadsoapart @endless-shipper-shipping-things :)