#i was a teenager and it was someone a fair bit older than me with more local clout so like. it's been a decade. how is it worse now.
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ngl it makes me want to die a little bit that it's so often trans people who feel that sex is mutable but oppression is always-forever based on asab in ways that allow them to demand that information from other trans people. like it feels fucking bad. it feels bad when it's people holding up someone who posts a lot of selfies as transition goals to a degree they have to clarify what they have or haven't done or what "direction" they're going in, it feels worse when people are out there like "caster semenya is not tma" or whatever the fuck. i am, as always, not a trans woman, but here's a sentiment echoed by many of the trans women around me who log the fuck off, quoted directly from one: "people who draw a clear line where they say that semenya or khelif are tme and then call me tma are just calling me male at this point".
like i get it. i really do. we seek community and shared experiences, and we feel betrayed when people have less in common with us than we thought they did. [*more on this later.] but that's not those people's faults and my god in the case i'm seeing play out on twitter rn this poor person did absolutely nothing to intentionally mislead people, just posted pictures of their actual kid self. who looks a lot like i did, because shockingly enough "we can always tell" doesn't fucking work for trans people either!
on the one hand i move in intersex circles which are unapologetically welcoming in cis "dyadic" people with pcos, because it serves nobody to draw a clear line where mutilation or genetics or some ineffable childhood suffering are what make somebody intersex, especially when most of us (esp in places like nz) have never been karyotyped and are being treated for symptoms without a pinned-down cause anyway. the more of us there are the stronger we are, the more pressure we can exert on a medical profession which doesn't like to consider how common outliers are, how uneasy sex is at all. and then on the other hand there's dyadic trans people on the internet who've yelled me out of spaces because a couple of traumatised incarcerated trans women i worked with as a prison abolitionist assumed i was also a trans woman and i didn't immediately tell them my entire csa-involved history of being sexed in varying ways as an infant and child and/or exactly how big my phallus was at birth or where in my junk config my urethra lives so they could decide i was tme or whatever.
returning to the * for a related but not identical thought: i think presuming shared experiences leads to some fucked shit in general! "oh we all had a radfem phase" or "oh we all were channers" no we fucking weren't and it's particularly obnoxious when me & mine are trying to build trans community locally to organise and resist the growing wave of far-right backlash against our existence, and there's just white people in there on a spectrum from "straight up being antisemitic and trying to get the n-word pass" through "handwringing about how they need to make space for people who aren't politically correct" to "handwringing about how brown people are right to be mad at them but doing shit fuckall". and then the other fucking brown people in the space are on some identity politics shit where they're like "trans joy inherently excludes those of us who could get deported" or "big city white queers are killing us by being visible instead of going stealth bc it stirs up the discourse" or whatever the fuck i've heard pulled out this year. there's a bunch of reasons i primarily organise outside of trans spaces and that's one of them. i've never felt more alone in spaces where people claim we're all the same than being left as the brownest moderator or organiser in a space full of people to whom "this is a safe trans space" apparently means they get to abdicate all other responsibilities not to lapse into presumed shared patterns that are fucking racist or otherwise alienating. i've never felt more alone than surrounded by exclusively trans people who sort people into boxes and assume everyone in those boxes has the transition goals they have. like i was on cypro until it disagreed with me to the point of endocrine crisis and now i'm on t and at both those points people were so fucking presumptive or entitled to my reasons or journey or personal relationship w my body
literally just submitted on (and was invited to consult on) the nz law commission's review of the human rights act and like. it's straight up fucked how many nz trans people fully do not comprehend that any "sex assigned at birth" type definitions fundamentally exclude migrants who have no way of proving it and many intersex people who happen to have been reassigned later or many times or never assigned at all as a baby. we can't make law with this shit and that's why we have to have symmetrical protections for all genders/sexes/expressions/presentations, bc naming and defining a protected class here often leaves the people who already are left out from those shared experiences of marginalisation out in the cold when they face violence
#reblogs turned off because obviously i'm already bracing to be pilloried for saying one thing not quite correctly or whatever#and also bc i have zero interest in having this be boosted by trans dudes on their own transandrophobia agenda either#i'm just venting#but frankly the first time i got yelled at for saying that as an intersex person some of the immense violence i experienced as a child#was motivated by transmisogyny#i was a teenager and it was someone a fair bit older than me with more local clout so like. it's been a decade. how is it worse now.#intersex spaces have made SO much progress and yet#also yes i'm femme! i'm femme in a trans way! many dykes who aren't women are!#many of us got more comfortable w it as adults who had gender agency!#in literally the same way it took my wife ages after transitioning to work out she's also butch and doesn't actually want to do femme thing#bc that's a shared experience in how we've navigated the expectations of womanhood before opting out of the parts we don't want!#anyway the lawcomm shit was fucked bc honestl i don't give a shit if someone lost their gonads as an adult in an accident#they should be protected even if they don't consider themselves intersex#and we know that gender as an axis of oppression comes back to the reproduction of the nuclear family#and that cis women who can't have kids sometimes become the political football though ofc not as much by far and like#idk. y'all ever heard about solidarity? sometimes i feel like i'm back in the place where the loudest traumatised person at the party#is yelling at another young woman like âyou'll never understand what it's like to be a victimâ#when said young woman was assaulted the week before.#a politics that starts by defending and defining oneself w oppression kinda fucking sucks actually#and intersex people stopped policing intersexness by who got mutilated a long time ago#bc actually we want the generations ahead to not get that treatment#and when i see âtrans eldersâ going on about how âif you pass and got on hrt before 18 you're not trans like i amâ i'm like. why! what!#anyway. tired.#may regret this. we shall see#tony muses
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Hi coco!
Can you do a one shot about a younger actress reader?
There is a tiktok going viral about her saying that she likes older men and another where she is looking at marshall at an event with "fuck me eyes"?
Reader freaks out when marshall just slides into her dms but later they are spotted together at the paparazzi?
I just find it cute and awkward đ
DADDYâS SPAGHETTI đ
Eminem x Young Actress Reader
Synopsis : You are a young actress whose crush on Eminem becomes public. You are mortified about it⊠until he slides in your DMs.
Authorâs Note : I absolutely LOVED this request, I had to give it a go â€ïž. I was inspired and I swear I never wrote anything that quickly. It is short and sweet and I hope you enjoy it. âșïž
You thought you were done being publicly embarrassed. Yet, life was proving you wrong. As an actress who had her start in her teenage years, you werenât a stranger to embarrassment. From awkward casting calls to stupid deaths on TV, it was practically part of the job. However, as your career evolved, you thought it would go away. After all, you were now in a better position, able to choose the projects you were involved in and you had garnered the respect from your peers and the industry. Even the media had become more kind towards you. In a matter of years, you had gone from the awkward teen movie star to well-respected actress, and you were able to look back fondly to your early years. You even joked about how awkward you were, back then. The last thing you expected was for it to start all over again.Â
You were walking the red carpet for the premiere of your latest movie, your biggest project to date. It was truly the highlight of your career : a role created specifically for you, a movie directed by someone you admired, a beautiful story told on the big screen⊠You had gotten your fair share of praise in the past, but you knew this was going to be your « big break ». Behind the scenes, everyone had praised your performance and told you it was « Oscars material ». You didnât know if that was true or not, but you were on cloud nine nonetheless. When you walked the red carpet at the premiere, in a custom Elie Saab gown, everything felt right and you werenât even stressed out when you answered the questions of a few journalists present.Â
You look truly amazing, tonight, one commented. Who are you wearing ?Â
Thank you ! This is a custom Elie Saab, I feel like a princess. I sort of had to dress up for this beautiful event, you replied as you tried to shift the focus on the movie.Â
This is your biggest role to date, another said. How do you feel about the movie ? Have you seen it ?Â
Iâve seen bits and pieces. But Iâm going to discover the whole thing tonight, you said with excitement. Iâm very confident. Filming with such a director was an honor and I know that the result will be great. I canât wait for everyone to see it !Â
One thing that everybody is really excited about is the soundtrack, too, a third journalist chimed in. Eminem was involved. Have you heard the theme song yet ?Â
I havenât, you said. But itâs Eminem so I know itâs going to be absolutely fantastic ! I canât wait to hear it !Â
You sound like you like his work. Have the two of you met ? They asked.Â
Oh, Iâm his biggest fan, you said with a huge smile. His musicâs the soundtrack to my life ! But no, I havenât met himâŠÂ
Tonightâs your chance, they joked. He is over there.Â
They pointed to him and Eminem was, indeed, a few feet away from you. He had been a celebrity crush of yours for years and you were absolutely starstruck. He was even more attractive than in pictures ! You couldnât help but stare. This man was oozing charisma and commanding attention. You didnât even notice that you were looking at him with « fuck me » eyes and licking your lips. For a brief instant, you completely forgot where you were, until you heard your name being called, signaling that you had to keep walking and enter the screening room. That night, you didnât get a chance to meet your idol, though. As the lead of the movie, people kept on coming over to you and talking to you. It was probably for the best, too. You had been starstruck enough on the red carpet ad you did not trust yourself to have a pleasant exchange with him.Â
Of course, the video of you thirsting over Eminem went viral. It would have been kind of cute if other clips hadnât surfaced. There were videos from years ago, of you talking about having a crush on him - God, you really didnât have a filter, back then - and especially one interview where you were candid about being attracted by older men.Â
Whatâs your type when it comes to men and dating ? The journalist asked.Â
I like mature, older men, you said candidly. Iâm not really attracted to people my age.Â
Any physical features youâre attracted to ?Â
Oh, itâs typical, you know, you giggled. Dark hair, blue eyes⊠I like a nice beard, too.Â
So basically⊠Eminem ? The interviewer playfully asked.Â
Oooof⊠You have no idea, you replied with a grin.Â
Isnât he⊠Old enough to be your Dad, though ?Â
Letâs just say I wouldnât mind calling Marshall Mathers Daddy, you giggled.Â
At the time, this interview didnât make much noise. It was for an indie podcast and, seeing as you werenât too famous at the time, it sort of flew under the radar. It was kind of a harmless joke and a nod to your thirst for him, which all your friends were very much aware of. However, the video resurfaced after the viral red carpet clip, and people were quick to make edits, soberly titled « Y/N thirsting over Eminem over the years ». Your friends jokingly forwarded them to you and you know they were being playful, but to you, it was everything but fun. You were absolutely mortified. Having a crush on him was one thing, but there was a literal video of you staring at him like you were in heat. So much for being a classy movie starâŠÂ
The nail in the coffin came when Marshall was interviewed and asked to react to the video of you thirsting over him. He seemed genuinely surprised, leading to think that he wasnât aware of the clip before the interview. All in all, he didnât say much, he just described the whole thing as « flattering » and quickly went on to praise your performance in the movie : « We didnât actually meet, but I saw the movie, which I worked on the soundtrack for, and she is really amazing in it. Really talented. ». Thank God, he didnât add to your embarrassment. Your friends were going crazy over this « Come on, Y/N, he said he was flattered and that youâre talented ! Thatâs cute ! You should DM him or something », they encouraged you. However, you didnât. He was clearly just being classy and not publicly embarrassing you - you did that on your own anyway.Â
A few days later, however, you had the biggest surprise of your life : a DM from him on Instagram. At first, you thought it was a fake account and didnât pay it much attention but it was clearly him, verified account, blue tick and everything. You were nervous to open it and you almost didnât want to. What would he say to you ? Most likely something along the lines of « Please donât mention me ever again, thatâs awkward, youâre awkward and your filmography is trash anyway». It actually took you a couple of days to muster the courage of opening it. Thankfully, it wasnât anything horrible. Quite the contrary, actually. He was in LA for the week and wanted to know if youâd have dinner with him. You were terrified and freaking out, but also excited. At first, you were reluctant - what if you embarrassed yourself ? But ultimately, curiosity got the best of you and you accepted. Surely, if he asked you to have dinner with him, it couldnât be that bad, right ?Â
A couple of days later, the two of you went for dinner and joined at SoHo House in West Hollywood. Due to both of your fame, a members-only social club was a safe pace that allowed for privacy. You were nervous, at first, and some paranoid part of your brain was scared that it would be a complete disaster, but it was the contrary. He introduced himself as Marshall and was an absolute gentleman and a sweetheart. He mentioned he had seen a lot of your movies and described himself as an admirer of your work. The whole evening, conversation flowed easily between the two of you. He put you at ease and was one of the most interesting persons you had ever met, knowledgeable on a lot of subjects and funny as hell, too. You werenât too sure, but it also seemed like he was subtly flirting with you, though you didnât want to get in your own head and make assumptions. He was so chill that you werenât star struck anymore, but you were still reasonably impressed and too scared to flirt, so you simply enjoyed conversation with him. You were usually scared to meet people you admired, afraid that youâd have a terrible interaction with them that would taint your perception of their work, but the whole dinner was heavenly and you were so glad he DMed you. In his company, time seemed like a foreign concept, so much so that you had to be kicked out of the clubâs restaurant, since you were the only customers left and it was 2 in the morning.Â
I canât believe weâve been here for six hours already, you giggled. Time really flew by.Â
It did, he said with a smile. Iâm really glad we did this, Y/N.Â
Me too, you said shyly.Â
You were in the lobby, about to part ways, and your heart was beating fast. The way he spoke your name had you feeling all the feels and you didnât really want the moment to end. He was staring at you intently while you were nervously biting your lip, trying not to say something awkward that could ruin the night. « Donât be that person, Y/N », you thought to yourself.Â
Thank you for coming, he said. When you didnât reply to my DM, I thought you didnât really want to meet. But I had a really great time tonight.Â
Yeah, sorry I⊠I actually took a few days to open your message because I was scared, you confessed. I mean, we havenât addressed the elephant in the room tonight, but I did kind of make a fool of myself on the red carpet. And when you wrote, I was kind of nervous.Â
You didnât make a fool of yourself, he said reassuringly. Nothing to be embarrassed about. It was kind of adorable.Â
No need to sugarcoat it, you said nervously. Youâve seen that video of me thirsting over youâŠÂ
I have, he said as he got closer to you. Iâm pretty luckyâŠÂ
A-Are you ? You asked nervously.Â
Yeah⊠Thank God they didnât catch me staring at you the whole night of the premiere, he continued. Because I literally couldnât take my eyes off you. Youâre gorgeous.Â
Oh ? Uhm⊠I mean⊠The glam team really did a good job, you babbled. And the stylists, too.Â
They really did, he said with a smile as he got even closer. You were stunning.Â
I mean, it was a lot of work for me to look good, you know ? I mean I normally look like tra-⊠I mean, not trash but you know itâsâŠÂ
There you were. Embarrassing yourself. There was only so much time you could spend in his intoxicating presence without making a fool of yourself and, apparently, it was six hours. He was smiling and you nerves were getting the best of you. You didnât drink too much at dinner and you couldnât even blame it on the cocktails. Just your dumb brain making interactions awkward. Thank God the lobby was dimly lit, otherwise, he would have seen your face turn bright red. You cheeks were burning from embarrassment.Â
I-Iâm sorry, you said. Iâm not good at talking to hot people. I mean youâre⊠Oh my God, why canât I shut up ? Iâm sorry, itâs late and -
Iâll help you, he chuckled as he cupped your face and kissed you.Â
The kiss was soft and romantic and you could feel him smile into it. He had one hand stroking your cheek while the other one was on your waist, pulling you close to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and fully leaned into the kiss as your lips parted ways, allowing his tongue to caress yours. Thank God it was late and you were the only people there, having some sense of privacy while the kiss got more and more passionate. When he broke the embrace, Marshall grabbed your hand and pressed his forehead to yours.Â
Would you like to come to my room ? He asked with a smile.Â
Ok, you nodded - still a bit dizzy from the kiss.Â
In the elevator, you kissed hungrily and there was absolutely no doubt as to where this was headed. You usually werenât the kind of girl to sleep on the first date, but your five-date policy was thrown to the fire. Marshall was way too hot, way too charismatic. Also, youâd fantasized about him long enough to make an exception. If every wet dream of yours he had inhabited over the years counted as a date, this was actually overdue. You made it to the room and quickly ended up on the bed with him on top of you, nipping at the sweet spot in your neck.Â
Marshall, you moaned.Â
You meant « Daddy », right ? He asked with a smirk.Â
You stared at him with your mouth open, almost embarrassed as you remembered your comment about how you wouldnât mind calling him Daddy. Your shocked expression made him laugh and he didnât give you time to reply. Instead, he captured your lips and ran his hands under your blouse. That night, you did end up calling him « Daddy », as well as screaming his name while he ravished you in every way possible until the both of you passed out from exhaustion.Â
The next morning, as you woke up in his arms, you werenât too sure what to do or say, wondering if that was a one time thing or not. However, you werenât confused for too long as Marshall asked you on another dinner date. You saw each other as much as possible for the remainder of his stay in California. It was meant to be casual, at first, but it quickly became more and, even though the two of you were busy, you tried to make it work. Whenever he came to LA to work with Dre, he would stay at your place and, as soon as you had free time, you flew to Michigan to spend time with him. It was only a matter of time until rumors started to emerge about the two of you, though you were careful not to be spotted together.Â
DADDYâS SPAGHETTI : Y/N SPOTTED IN DETROIT.Â
Oscar-nominated actress Y/N was spotted in Detroit last week. She was seen grabbing a takeout order from Momâs Spaghetti on Woodward Avenue. Through the years, Y/N has been quite vocal about her love of Eminem, but it seems like sheâs doing more than supporting the Rap Godâs business venture. The hoodie she was wearing does look a lot like the one Eminem was wearing a few days earlier when he was spotted attending the Lions game. Last time she walked the red carpet, Y/N was seen thirsting over the Detroit rapper. Is there a chance they could appear at the Oscars together ?
#eminem#marshall mathers#slim shady#eminem fanfiction#eminem x reader#eminem fluff#marshall mathers x reader#marshall mathers imagine#eminem imagine
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finally â ln4
lando norris x plus size!fem reader
genre: best friends to lovers
cw: 18+ MDNI, smut, p in v, oral (fem receiving), slight angst, slight dom lando, slight dirty talk, pls let me know if I am forgetting anything
word count: 4.9k
sidenote: hi everyone! this is my first fanfic that I have ever written so please excuse if its not the best, I hope to get better with time. I want to take requests so if ya'll have any lmk! this is also not beta read, sorry if there are little mistakes. I also tried to not make the reader self deprecating but insecurities are a thing so it was a bit hard to find a balance.
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You and Lando had been friends for as long as you could remember. It was a crucial part of your weekends growing up hoping in the car with his family and watching his karting tournaments. You knew from a very young age Lando would be one of the greats, he would make it to f1. That always scared you, not because you didn't want him to achieve his dreams but because you were scared of losing him. But throughout your friendship he had stayed loyal to you.Â
Growing up, it was like Lando was your protector, he still kinda is to be honest. You were a big girl, there was no hiding it. Now that you are older, youâve began to love and accept your body, but it took a lot of practice. So much so that even Lando has had his fair share of putting his two cents in. He was never embarrassed of you or tried to hide you away, even as he got more popular.Â
You remember when you were around 15, you were sitting in the stands next to his mom when you overheard some of the other drivers' friends talk about you.
 âGod how is he not embarrassed to be hanging out with someone who looks like herâ and so on. You had felt mortified that day, you went home and cried to your mom. When the next weekend came you made up an excuse why you couldn't go and the same went on for the next couple of weekends until Lando showed up at your doorstep.Â
âYou're ignoring me, and don't say you aren'tâ said a pouty 15 year old Lando. âI'm not ignoring you, Lando, just maybe it's best if I don't go to all your karting tournamentsâ. You immediately regret what came out of your mouth because the last thing you ever wanted was to make Lando feel like you have, less than.Â
âWho are you to decide what's best and what isn't?â you weren't used to this type of Lando, he never got mad at you or raised his voice. Being the emotional teenager you were, tears welled in your eyes and a few strayed away down your cheeks. Suddenly Lando grabbed you and pulled you into a hug. You have always been bigger than him but shorter as well. You felt small in his embrace. Even if in the back of your head you knew that was a lie. âWhat happened y/n, tell me so I can make this betterâ
â I don't want to embarrass youâ you said into his chest. âembarrass me how?â.Â
âI overheard some of the other driver's friends talking about me and my weight, and they are right, I don't want to embarrass you, racing is your life, Lando, I canât ruin thatâ.
 You felt his chest rise and fall. âTell me who told you that, nowâ he said in a cold distant tone, Lando never got angry, except on the track. âNo I'm not going to tell you, because I donât need you getting in troubleâ. He looked a bit deflated after you refused to tell him but he continued to talk.
 âY/n listen to me, you are one of the best things to happen to me, your weight has and will not ever matter to me. The fact that you think it would tells me that I havenât been doing a good enough job at showing you how much you mean to me. Racing these past weekends without you have been hell, i need you, you are my best friendâ the friend part rings in your ears. You realize thatâs what youâll only ever be to him - a friend. Even if you desperately wanted more.
Things get a lot better after that. You got to his tournaments loud and proud, and now 9 years later you are still doing the same. The problem is that you are still desperately in love with your best friend. Having to see Lando date girls who looked nothing like you made you feel a pit in your stomach. You knew you never had a chance with him, but it hurt so bad. The kind of hurt that made you want to cry and throw up. You couldnât lose him though, so you played the role as his bigger best friend, that he just couldnât shake off.
Lando once called you his good luck charm, saying that race weekends where you werenât in the grandstands were ten times harder. Once he made it to formula 1Â it made it harder to go to all his races, but you tried. Even when Lando would have his girlfriends you were still there, sitting right next to them. If people knew how you felt, they would pity you. Thatâs why you knew it was time to try and find a boyfriend, you couldnât pine after Lando for the rest of your life, even if your heart wanted to.Â
As youâve gotten older youâve learned to love and embrace your body. You know you looked good when you put on a dress that showed your thick thighs. Every race weekend you are dressed to the nines, make up, hair, everything done. You do this for yourself but also because you want to look good for Lando even if you tell yourself thatâs not the reason.Â
It wasnât until this year you finally started taking dating seriously. At Silverstone this year, Lando had given you paddock tickets. You always tried to deny them by saying it was important that his family had paddock tickets but he insisted. This is when you met Mark, one of mclarens engineers. He was sweet, funny enough, tall, cute, everything a girl could want, but he wasnât Lando. You followed him though on instagram because you told yourself you were not gonna pine over Lando this year, you were gonna find a partner who loved and supported you.Â
It didnât take long before Lando had found out that you were following each other. Asking curious questions âhey how do you and mark know each other?â He questioned. âoh we met at silver stone and he asked to followâ in hindsight maybe you shouldnât have told him that because he proceeds to tell you how Mark is a terrible person, boring, mean all of the above. A part of you knew Lando was lying but you wouldnât jeopardize his career by dating one of his race engineers.
Itâs race weekend in Austin and you were able to fly out and watch Lando race. He had an amazing race, to celebrate he wanted to go clubbing which was a rare occasion after his DJing side career. You looked in the mirror before you left your room and you looked so good. Your dress showed off all your features and your makeup looked great. You werenât the type for one night stands but you were gonna find someone tonight.
After arriving at the club with Lando and his friends you found yourself alone at the bar. Lando was a popular person and you don't need his attention constantly. You took this opportunity to look cute and hopefully approachable. It wasn't long before a guy had offered to buy you a drink, and another one, and another one. After your third vodka cranberry you had started to feel tipsy but you were still fully aware of your surroundings so when the handsome guy in front of you pulled you on the dance floor you obliged.
You felt good and it was rare you ever let yourself go like this. The club started playing Spanish music and you found yourself grinding on this stranger. Your body felt flushed, like you needed to be touched and this random man was doing the trick. His hand gripped tightly on your hips and his head placed between the junction of your neck and shoulder placing hungry kisses. Just as you are about to suggest you guys get out of here, a pair of strong hands pulls you out of the man's grip. âCome on y/n where are leaving, the cars are hereâ Lando whispered in your ear, you couldnât quite place his tone.Â
âItâs okay Lando, you go ahead Iâll meet you guys thereâ you said hoping he got the hint but of course he didnât. âNo i'm not leaving you alone with this guy, come on letâs goâ he said, slightly tugging at you. The random guy, whose name you still donât know, steps in, âdude she doesnât want to go, let her stay with meâ. You see something shift in Lando, something possessive? âMate sheâs mine so I suggest backing the fuck offâ.Â
That sobered you up real quick. Instead of feeling happy he called you his, you were fueming. He had no right to do that, he wants to cockblock you and for what. At this point you walk past them and head towards the exit, itâs not long before Lando is at your side in the car trying to talk to you. âY/n Iâm sorry, talk to meâ, you donât, you ignore him the entire way back to the hotel. You let tears fall down your face because all you wanted was to have a random hookup, something that you could leave back in the states and forget about, someone that you didnât have to worry about his opinion on your weight afterwards. But Lando went and did this and you donât know why.
He followed you to your hotel room and you finally let him have it. â How dare you do that, you had no right to do that Landoâ he opens his mouth to say something but you stop him. â No, let me talk, I just wanted one night where I could be with a guy carefree and not have to worry about what others thought, Lando Iâm a grown adult I donât need you to save me, you donât understand what itâs like to be like me. I love you Lando but I canât keep myself available forever hoping and waiting that youâll finally love me ". That last part wasnât meant to come out but you were so mad at him you didnât care.Â
You see a shift in his face. âYou canât say Iâm yours when Iâm not, because I never have been, the girls that are yours donât look like me Lando. And Iâve accepted that because I love you and will always support you, even if it feels like there is a knife digging in my chest every time I see you with a new girlâ. Tears again are welling in your eyes but you are doing your best not to let them fall.Â
âI love you Lando but I canât be your friend if you donât let me go, you canât keep stringing me along as your best friend who acts like your girlfriend, do you know how pathetic I look next to your past girlfriends, pining after you. I was the one who made sure you were prepared before every race, IÂ was the one who stayed up late picking you up from clubs, I was the one who held your neck up after your first F1 race because it hurt so bad. Not once did I ever ask for something in return because you are my best friend and I love you, but Lando Iâm begging you, I canât be alone forever you need to let me try and be with someone. You mean the world to me Lando and I need you in my life, but I canât go on like thisâ he looked stunned. But found the words he wanted to say.
âCan i talk now y/nâ he looked angry, you nodded. âNot once have I ever forced you to be there for me, but I know you were there because you cared for me and I care for you too, even though you think I donât. But not once have I ever wanted you to feel pity or pathetic, y/n you are the most important woman in my life besides my mom and sisters but you mean everything to me and Iâm sorry it took me this long to realize it. Seeing you with that guy made me physically sick, not because of how you guys looked, god y/n you looked so good tonight but he was grabbing on you and touching you, but I knew I couldnât be mad because he was doing what I have been wanting to do for years, he just had the balls to do it, oh my god I canât believe you thought I would ever think of you like that, y/n Iâm in love with you and I have been for years, I was just too much of a coward to show it, I want you to be mineâÂ
In that moment everything seemed like it would be okay, you didnât think about what the press would think or his other friends, all that mattered was him. You nodded. âLando thatâs all Iâve ever wanted was to be yoursâ before you knew it he was walking towards you and placing you in a firm kiss.Â
You have had your fair share of kisses but none of them like this, this kiss made your knees weak, it made you want to crumble to the ground. He moved his hand from your cheeks down to your waist giving them a hard squeeze, sending shocks of pleasure down your pelvic area.Â
You both pull away panting when he places his forehead on yours, âyou donât know how mad I got when he was touching you, the way you let him grind up on you and kiss your neck, I wanted to beat the shit out of himâ. You rebuttal by saying âwhile now you know how Iâve felt for years seeing you with girls, even the ones who talked shit about me, I wanted to fight them allâ.Â
This seemed to catch Lando by surprise âwhich ones talked shit about you?â âBabes half of them did, I chalked it up to them being jealous but it didnât hurt any lessâ. âFuck y/n Iâm so sorry I never even loved any of them thatâs the worst part of it, I was just trying to feel a void in my heartâ. You went to hug him, placing your head on his chest.Â
âY/n Iâm sorry I was an idiot and it took this long for me to realize my feelings and Iâm sorry you got hurt in the processâ said Lando
âNo donât apologize, deep down a part of me knew that if we were ever together, it would make things harder for your career, you would get so much hateâÂ
âEven if it did, I would walk to the ends of the earth for you, no public option would change thatâÂ
Something hot grew inside of you and you crashed your lips to his, you wanted him. He fisted his hand in your hair lightly pulling it, that made you moan into his mouth. You could feel him smirk. Your hands settled under his shirt, mostly because your hands are cold but because you want to feel him. All of a sudden Landos hands traveled their way down your back and settled on your ass, gripping hard he stopped kissing you and whispered, âthis ass is mine, donât forget thatâ. You gasp and nod, you want nothing more than for Lando to take you right now.Â
You slow down your kiss to talk â Lando I want you so badâ â I do to babyâ with that you start to pull off his shirt showing his toned chest. Itâs not like youâve never seen him shirtless before because you have but this was different. You stare âyou like what you see baby?â lando asked in a teasing tone. You bite your lip and nod.Â
Lando starts to take your dress off and you panic. You grab his hands, âwait can I keep my dress onâ
Lando gives you a look, and you can already tell what's going to come out of his mouth. You want to stop him because he knows you are pretty and your body is pretty but being naked in front of your best friend of 17 plus years is intimate. And it's not that you don't trust him but you can't help but feel the slightest bit insecure. Let's be honest you knew deep down Lando has never been with a girl who looked like you. Lando starts to say âif you want to keep it on you can, I would never pressure you to take it off but I want you to know I think you are the prettiest girl in the world. You donât know how hot and bothered you would get me showing up to race weekends dressed in short skirts and your tits about to pop outâ. In the back of your head you want to keep hearing his vulgar mouth, it does something to you. In response, you nod, slowly taking off your dress. You were left in nothing but your bra and underwear. âFuckâ you hear Lando whisper. Suddenly heâs attacking your neck, leaving harsh kisses.
You feel his stubble, his goatee rubs against the base of your neck. âYou look so fucking good y/n, canât wait to have you wrapped around meâ You feel yourself get shy, youâve thought about this moment a lot and now that itâs finally happening you want to do so much. Lando seems to notice your timidness and asks whatâs wrong. âNothing, Iâve just played this up in my head so much I want to be good for youâ you reply.Â
âYeah you want to be my good girl huh? Donât worry baby I have no doubt in my mind you are going to be amazing and listen to meâ you feel yourself falling into a submissive space.
Lando continues to kiss you all while walking you both to the bed and gently laying you down. You have your hands loosely attached around his neck, so him breaking away is no surprise. âGonna eat you out baby, can I?â Lando asks licking his lips
You nod your head furiously, itâs been forever since the last time youâve had sex and even longer since someone has gone down on you.
As Lando kisses his way down your body, you feel a flood of wetness starting to pull at your core. Your body felt like it was on fire. âLift your hips upâ he commanded. You listen and do what is asked.
You feel the cool air make contact with your pussy, sending shivers all throughout your body. âYou have such a pretty pussy, so wet just for me huh? I bet you taste so good y/n'' Lando speaks in a seductive tone.Â
All you can do is let out a strangled whine. Desperate to have his mouth on you. He makes you wait a bit longer, heâs a tease at heart and you knew this. He sends kisses up and down your thighs, your stomach. Finally he places a kiss directly on your clit and proceeds to blow a puff of air. âPlease Lando please, I need youâ you beg, who knew you would be this far gone. âDonât worry baby, Iâm gonna take care of youâ and with that he attaches his lips around your clit sucking lightly. This makes you arch your back and your hands fly into his hair, gripping it tight. Itâs almost too much, he notices and starts to lick around your vulva getting you more wet than you already were.Â
You are a moaning mess at this point, your hands keep pulling at his hair getting a moan out of him. He looks up at you and asks âgonna stick my fingers in you is that okayâ you already feel so fucked out that all you can do is nod dumbly.Â
You feel his middle finger slowly sink into your heat. Lando didnât have the thickest fingers but they were long, you let out a gasp when the single digit sinks in.
Lando continues to suck and lick around your clit. Itâs not long before you start to feel a coil tighten in your lower stomach. If he continues to do what heâs doing you know you are going to come within the matter of minutes. It almost makes you sad because if this was a one time thing, you want to come around his cock, to be close with him. You open your mouth to voice your concern âLando Iâm going to come soon, stop, wanna come around your cockâÂ
He looks up at you, âyou can come more than once right? Want you to come all over my face then again on my cock. You can do that right? You can be a good girl for meâ. You nod desperately, his words send you further over the edge. You feel his lips engulf your clit and moan sending vibrations throughout your body. He has since added another finger slowly rocking back and forth into you.Â
You feel your coil snap and a gush of wetness leaves you. You couldnât even announce that you were coming but Lando got the gist. But he wanted to be a little bastard and play rough. He continued to suck and lick around your bundle of nerves, despite you being sensitive from your orgasm. You whine and try to close your legs around his head. But he only forces them open with his hand.Â
âLan please, I want your cock, wanna come againâ you hear yourself slur your words. You donât care at this point because all you want is to feel his body flush against yours.Â
âHow can I say no to you, pretty girlâ when Lando comes face to face with you, you see how slick and wet his mouth and chin is. Something primal takes over you and you grab him roughly kissing and licking into his mouth. Lando moans into it and says âyou like tasting yourself on me huh? You are so fucking dirty, who knew my best friend and the girl I am in love with would have such a nasty fucking mouth and like such dirty thingsâ.
You canât even bring yourself to reply because all you want right now is to have his cock in you. You settle for a nod and slowly bring your hands down to his boxers and begin to pull. At some point when you canât pull them off anymore, he takes over and does it. His cock springs out and all you can do is stare at it.Â
You are a bit ashamed to say you had imagined what it looked like, but the real thing was 10 times better than what you could ever imagine. He was average in length, but thick and curved to the right slightly. He was well groomed just like you knew he would be. Your mouth watered at the sight, if you werenât in such a hurry to have him in you, you could sit with him in your mouth for hours. You want to touch so you bring your hand to wrap around the base of his cock.Â
The first drag up there is a little resistance because he is dry, so you reach down and grab some of your wetness and lubricate him up. This makes the motion go much smoother. When he sees you do this, he moans. âFuck y/n you are so hot, I canât believe we waited this long to do something. I need to be with youâ.Â
You want him to go bare but as much as you love Lando you know you both should be tested before you do it. âCondom?â You manage to croak out. He nods and hops over to his jeans and fishes one out of his wallet. You want to make fun of him for having one stashed away there but you let it slide. While he's doing this you pull off your bra, hoping to surprise him.
As he comes back to the bed his eyes are wide. âYou have the prettiest tits y/n, they drive me crazy, I felt like such a perv getting hard in my fireproof seeing you in the paddock, talking away. You had no idea huh? No idea that you made me feel this wayâ he questioned
You shake your head no in response.
As heâs in front of you, you see him roll the condom over his shaft. This is really happening. âI want to see your face when you come, can we stay like this?â Lando questions. âOf course, I wouldn't have it any other wayâ you say in a soft tone.Â
He slowly starts to enter you. The stretch is tight, it burns in the slightest. It feels like the air is being punched out of you. Itâs been a while since youâve had anyone in you so the burn is to be expected, but itâs not unwelcome. You grab Landos arm for support, he notices your discomfort. âDo you want me to stop, baby? You are so tight, you feel so goodâ. You shake your head, thatâs the last thing you want.Â
âNo, just been a while since Iâve had anything in me, you are so thick just give me a minute to adjustâ you say
âOf course, take your timeâ Lando says while kissing your neck, it helps distract you from the pain. Heâs fully in now, itâs just a matter of when you are ready to let him move. You let your body adjust for about a minute when you say âyou can moveâ.
Lando slowly starts to rock back and forth in you. The burn is still there but itâs a delicious kind of sensation. Something you feel like you could get addicted to. You look between your bodies and see your stomach. For once you like the contrast of how your bodies look together. Only Lando could ever make you feel this way, you were sure of it.Â
You feel Lando breathing heavily into your neck, soft moans slipping out every so often. You canât wait to do more with him. One particular trust has you clenching around him, he lifts his head and says âfuck you feel so good around me, like you were made for me y/n, you pull me in so goodâÂ
This almost brings tears to your eyes, for so long you had been there for him, helped him through thick and thin and heâs always been grateful but his praise is making you melt, pushing you closer to the edge.Â
Your hands are currently at his back slightly clawing away, you know you couldnât leave marks but you needed something to grab on to. You felt so full, you knew in a matter of minutes you were gonna come around him. âI feel like i'm gonna come soonâ you say. âSame, you feel to good around me I canât hold it off much longerâ
He reaches between your bodies and starts to rub your clit, slowly in circular motions. This sends a shot of pleasure through your body as a reaction you wrap your legs around him.
Suddenly he pulls all the way out and you begin to whine but he slams all the way back in. You moan at the abrupt roughness. He moves back and forth with vigor, determined to get you both off at the same time.Â
âI'm gonna comeâ you say when you feel pleasure finally reaching its highpoint. You are clenching, you can feel it. Only seconds later Lando mumbles in your ear that he's reached his high as well. Taking a moment before he pulls out he kisses you all over, your cheeks, forehead, lips. You don't want to let him go but you know you need to go pee and he needs to take his condom off.Â
When you both return to bed you nestle your face into his neck, his scruff scratching the side of your head. There was no other place in this world you would rather be than in his arms, and yeah that may sound dramatic but he was everything you wanted.Â
He looked down at you with the warmest eyes. âYou are amazing, you know that. If it wasnât clear before, I want it all with you. You are everything y/n and itâs time for me to start showing you how much I love you and appreciate you. If youâre in, Iâm inâÂ
âOf course Iâm in you muppetâÂ
You bring your lips to his for a soft peck. For once in the 17 years of your friendship, everything seemed to finally feel like it was going to be okay, and you couldnât wait for the wild adventure it would be to be Lando Norrisâ girlfriend.
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Okay, let's talk about Ollie's experience with fatherhood.
I'm an Oliver Queen apologist forever, but I think that there's a tendency in fandom to go one of two ways- "absolutely perfect dad, no flaws whatsoever" or "evil abuser who shouldn't be within six miles of a child". This isn't an Ollie exclusive phenomenon, a lot of characters and topics do fall into that black-and-white mindset. But the thing is- Ollie doesn't have to be either extreme. Particularly with Roy, who most of the debate centres around, Ollie wasn't perfect! I think there's such a rich discussion point in terms of young Roy's relationship with Ollie, so much more than just That Panel. Because, in my interpretation, Ollie absolutely cared about him, absolutely saw him as a son, but also the idea of being a father is something that deeply terrified him. The idea that this literal child being dependent on him made it feel more real, if that makes sense. Coming to terms with the fact that he was responsible for another person's life was difficult for him, and so he put up this wall- hero and sidekick. A conceptual dynamic, one that's not based in reality. He can keep that distance between himself and Roy and decide what that means, he doesn't have to be a father because that word has so many strong connotations, but he can still express that he cares about Roy, in his own way. That's why he always calls Roy 'Speedy' even out of costume, that's why his first thought is that Roy's undercover in Snowbirds. He can focus on being a good mentor to Speedy, which will have a trickle-down effect to being a good guardian to Roy, right?
Unfortunately, kids' brains don't work like that! Especially not a kid who's already lost two fathers. Roy needed a stability in his teenage years that Ollie just wasn't able to give at that time. He didn't see "Ollie's nice to me as Speedy because he loves me and doesn't know how to show it", he saw "Ollie's nice to me as Speedy, which means I'm only good as Speedy". This, at least in my opinion, is a major factor in Royâs later self-esteem issues. Royâs constantly underestimating himself as a hero, constantly comparing himself to Dick, and pushing himself 24/7 to improve because he internalised the idea that if heâs good, if heâs the perfect hero, then heâll be loveable. He canât be bad, he canât fail, he canât back down because if he does, heâs nothing.
Itâs absolutely not Royâs fault, but also this doesnât mean that Ollieâs an evil neglecting abuser, either. Even the best parents fuck up, and Ollie was by no means the best parent. He took in Roy as a sidekick, as a buddy, and then never really found a way to combine the ideas of sidekick and son. He assumed that Roy would be able to interpret meanings behind gestures, which is something that Roy seems to struggle with even into adulthood. Iâve talked about it a fair bit, Royâs absolutely someone who relies on the explicit, but heâs also not someone whoâll ask for clarification, which has caused conflict in his relationships time and time again. And while it's something he has gotten better at as he's gotten older, a 12-18 year old Roy would absolutely not be able to read Ollie's motives.
And Ollie's fear of fatherhood isn't something exclusive to Roy, either. Sure, he'd gotten better at it by the time Connor and Mia entered the picture (speaking as an oldest child myself, we are the guinea pigs of parenting, I was my mum's sibling), he absolutely still expresses this with them. I mean, just look at his face when he finds out Connor's his son.
That's the face of a man who's just had the crushing weight of parenthood slammed down onto him again, the moment Connor stopped being an ally and started being his responsibility. He's scared, because Ollie absolutely does not see himself as a good father for someone to have. This was very much present during Roy's teenage years, but particularly since this is post-Snowbirds. Both in terms of Roy developing a drug addiction and in terms of Ollie's own initial reaction to it, he immediately spirals. And, since we've already established he does not know how to process things, he lashes out at Connor.
And as for Mia, he's definitely matured significantly by the time she comes into the picture, and compared to with Roy he's a lot more open with his feelings. However!
He still won't explicitly accept the responsibility of fatherhood! Despite acting like a father to Mia in every way through his actions, he still won't use his words! Even though in the issue following, he expresses a paternal protectiveness over her.
And I think Mia's HIV diagnosis is maybe one of the biggest examples of his distancing himself and hiding his feelings, particularly when Connor asks him how he's feeling about it.
He's so fine, so totally fine, trust him when he says he's fine, totally not freaking out. He's absolutely not terrified for his not-daughter, no way.
Ollie has this fear that if he gets too attached to his kids, he's gonna end up failing them. If he keeps a distance from them, then he can't blame himself when they get hurt. Is this good parenting? No! Absolutely not! But this is also the man who dresses up as Robin Hood and who chose to die rather than lose his arm. This is not a healthy man.
But he tries, he tries so hard, even if it's in his own way. And he recognises when he fucks up! And he tries his best to mend it later on!
He's not the best at showing his kids that he loves them, but he's so proud of Roy when he becomes Red Arrow. He comes back to life to save Connor. He stands by Mia's side when she gets diagnosed and becomes Speedy. He's not a great dad, but goddamnit he's trying to be.
In conclusion, no, Ollie is not the perfect father. He's deeply flawed, and his own emotional incompetency has been and always will be a point of conflict between him and his kids. But he's not some uncaring abuser, either. He's trying.
#oliver queen#green arrow#connor hawke#roy harper#red arrow#arsenal#speedy#mia dearden#arrowfam#dc comics
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Y'all wanted the lore, so here ya go!
@localcanadiancreature62 tagged as requested
These are both variations of the Timestuck AU, so keep that in mind. Made these two AUs yesterday in the same hour of each other because I have brainrot and there's this really good timestuck fic I've been reading that got my brain rolling (Stan Overboard by itS_JuSt_a_thought on ao3).
Teen Dreams AU
Teen Ford ends up in 2013 with old Stan. Old Ford ends up with teen Stan in the early 1970s. The teen twins are from about a year after the science fair incident; so, teen Stan is a year into being homeless & teen Ford is a year into being in Backupsmore. No one knows how the fuck the Fords swapped places in time, but they need to get them back to their own timelines. This is all about two weeks before their birthday. Old Stan gets to see how teen Ford genuinely missed him back then. Old Ford gets a little glimpse of how teen Stan's situation was for him (this is during Stan's salesman days, think around the time he got banned from New Jersey and is heading to Pennsylvania). Teen Stan learns how much Ford cares about him and is protective of him, and he learns how to let someone else take care of him for a change. Teen Ford learns how much Stan truly cares about him and never meant to actually hurt him, which helps makes his grudge look pretty stupid in the long-run. Might have some 13 yrs old Dipper & Mabel help out in 2013. Would be interesting for teen Ford is get to know his future twin niblings & also talk about them to teen Stan when he gets back to his own timeline. PLENTY of moving parts via angst and hurt/comfort and the idea of Stan & Ford's inner-teen getting healed a bit.
Teenage Challenges AU [may change the name later, idk]
This one is the longer thought-out au, so buckle in! 13 yrs old Mabel and Dipper end up back in time with teen Stan Twins. Early 1970s an entire year after the science fair incident & Stan getting kicked out. Dipper ends up with Stan, and Mabel ends up with Ford & college Fiddleford. Fiddleford is about a year older than Ford because I say so. Their dymanics with their future niblings are more like older siblings and younger siblings than uncles and nibling because of being closer in age. Reminder that everyone is still in their teen years. The young Stan twins are between 18-19, and Fiddleford is about 19-20. So, in this context, there's like a 5-6 year age difference between the Stan twins & Mabel and Dipper. ANYWAY: Stan thinks Dipper is some homeless kid and he can't just leave him on the street in the cold, especially not when he kinda reminds him of his brother. Dipper mentions just wanting to get back to his twin sister, and well that's hits Stan's heart because that sounds a bit like himself in regard to loyalty to family. On the other side of things, Mabel has this very broken Time Tape she needs to fix to get back home. She mentions needing to find her twin brother, and with the fact that she reminds Ford of his time's Stan, well he's conflicted with feelings but he does his best to help her anyway. Fiddleford and Mabel get along quite well, especially when Mabel suggests a few ideas for his death bots that he "may never use but keeps the blueprints for because he may snap one day" & Fiddleford thinks her ideas are genius. Ford starts to see a little of himself in Mabel with her optimistic outlook when it comes to discovery and circumstances. She's also pretty good at certain math stuff and Ford admires her intellect. There's so much more with this, but this is so long already.
There, it's a post now. Have fun! And if anyone wants to write something or draw something for these, feel free to do so! All I ask is that you tag me 'cause I wanna see it :D
#teen dreams au#teenage challenges au#my au#gravity falls#gravity falls au#timestuck au#long post#stan pines#ford pines#mabel pines#dipper pines#teen ford#teen stan
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[DP x DC fic]
[Love at first... murder? - part 11]
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Part 1
Ao3
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Their first stop was a small cafĂ© near Robinson Park; Alysia's Boba Bar & CafĂ©. After each of them had placed their order, with Jason paying, saying it was âhis treatâ and that âhe had promised heâd be the one paying earlierâ, they took their food outside.
They did get some stares from the customers and employees, mainly aimed at Jason whoâs wearing his Red Hood gear, but they just ignored them minus some intimidation from Jason from afar.
Though, Jason wasnât quite sure if Danny actually ignored them or just blatantly didnât even notice them.
Either way, they were currently sitting on a bench in the park. Jason had taken his helmet off and put it next to him so that he could eat, still wearing his domino mask anyway. Heâs also still wearing the watch Danny had gifted him.
And heâs never taking that off, holy shit he loves it so much.
Danny is sipping on the leftovers of his boba, having already scarfed down his sandwich. Jason starts his tour, telling him about Robinson Park and pointing out Gotham Zoo right next to it.
After theyâre both done with their food, Jason puts his helmet back on and they get back onto his motorcycle so he can point out important landmarks while driving around.
Jason and Danny proceed to chat a bit during the ride as well, just some basic stuff to get to know one another; favorite color, favorite food, how they would disarm someone with a gun and de-escalate the situation, opinions on otters and how they hold onto each other so they donât drift away, favorite movies, etc.
And Jason is desperately trying to focus on driving instead of Dannyâs arms wrapped around his waist from behind.
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"Over there is the Iceberg lounge."
Dannyâs gaze follows where Jason is pointing, falling on a big two-story building with a sign on the outside reading âIceberg Loungeâ.
"It's a nightclub owned by the Penguin, one of Batmanâs rogues. Itâs mainly just a front for his criminal activities, but the nightclub itself is actually pretty good to be fair. Bit posh though"
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"See that big tower in the middle there? That's Wayne Tower. It's basically the office building of Wayne Enterprises, the company owned by Gothamâs very own multi-millionaire Bruce Wayne." Red Hood says, sarcasm dripping off of his words at the end.
Danny lets out a small non-committal hum.
âYou donât sound too fond of himâ Danny inquiries curiously.
âIâm notâ Red Hood states, not elaborating in the slightest.
Danny tries to lighten the mood a little âWell, as long as he doesnât try to adopt me I guess heâs still better than another millionaire I know.â
Danny smiles as he hears Red Hood laugh.
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"Over thereâs Gotham City Public Library. Itâs one of my favorite places in the city. I tend to go there at least once a week. Theyâve got a ton of books and are willing to order any they donât have at request. Thereâs also some computers there that are free for public use."
"You like reading?" Danny asks curiously.
"Mhmm. I'm mainly in the classics like Charles Dickens, Lewis Carroll, Jane Austen, Mary Shelley, etc."
âOh, nice. I donât usually read much. English was basically my worst subject at school, but the teacher was pretty good. Kind of ended up being one of the only ones in my corner and he really tried his best, yâknow?â
âHe sounds pretty nice. Is there a reason you havenât read much, like lack of interest orâŠ?â Jason trails off questioningly.
Danny shrugs âI guess I never really had the time as a teenager, with an added lack of motivation on top. And now⊠I guess I donât really know what kind of books Iâd like or where I should start.â
âI could recommend you some? If you want me to?â
âSure, thatâd be niceâ
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"The large building over there is Arkham Asylum. It's basically a psychiatric hospital. Batman dumps all of his rogues here, though they keep breaking out."
"Oh yeah, Iâve heard of this place. My older sister applied to work here"
"Dr. Jasmine Fenton?" Jason questions, even if he was already pretty sure who Danny was referring to.
"Mhmm,â Danny nods, âshe recently gained her doctorate and wants to be a psychiatrist at Arkham"
"... I wish her good luck" Is the response Jason decides on.
"Iâm sure she can do it" Danny proclaims, somehow embodying the :D smiley face.
Jason considers the possibility of her having similar meta powers to her brother and decides that if she does she'll probably be fine.
Not to mention she has Danny in her corner⊠And Red Hood now as well.
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"What's that building over there?" Danny asks as they're driving on one of the roads on the outskirts of the main part of the city.
Jason looks at where he's pointing, spotting the manor.
"That's Wayne Manor. Do you remember that millionaire I mentioned earlier? The one that owns Wayne Tower and WE? That's where he lives."
Danny sounds a little surprised as he asks "He lives in that huge building? All by himself?"
"Well, not really. He has some kids, most of whom are adopted though you wouldnât believe the field day the press had when it was found out he had a biological son. Besides them, he also has a butler that lives at the manorâ
Once again, it seems Danny has noticed Jasonâs standoffish attitude at Wayne, as he tries to lighten the mood a little.
"That manor is still way too big for all of them. Like what are they doing with all of that space? Are they hiding something? I bet they have a huge secret basement underneath the manor with some kind of laboratory and some shit. Millionaires seem to love those."
Jason lets out a surprised laugh at how on-the-nose Danny is, making Danny grin at his successful attempt to lighten the mood a little. Though it makes him question for a little bitâŠ
He doesnât know, right? Or does heâŠ
"You know, I think the manor is actually missing something" Danny speaks up again.
"Oh? And whatâs that?" Jason asks with humor in his tone.
"It would look way better TPed" Danny states confidently, bearing a mischievous grin.
Jason barks out a laugh, a sharp grin on his face.
"Let's save that for the next date, Doll"
Danny lets out a slightly giddy laugh, his cheeks red and heart beating just a little faster at both the 'next dateâ part and the unexpected, but not unwelcome, nickname.
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âAnd this,â Jason says, as he gestures proudly towards the streets around them, âis Crime Alley, which is my turf in this city. Iâm the one protecting this place.â
Jason had brought Danny to Crime Alley as the last stop on their date.
âOh yeah!â Danny speaks up. âI was wondering about that!â
Jason turns to him questioningly and Danny takes it as a sign to continue.
âYeah so, why is it called crime alley?â he asks curiously with a tilt of his head.
Say what now?
Jason takes a deep breath.
âAre you serious?â Jason asks genuinely curious, gesturing at the drug deal taking place behind them, the mugger thatâs running past, and towards the right where gunshots can clearly be heard.
To his credit, Danny doesnât falter at all, giving Jason a smile and continuing.
âYeah, I thought it was called Park Row or something like that. Did it get renamed?â
Jason closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose before letting out a strained âSomething like thatâŠâ
He takes another deep breath before looking back at Danny, whoâs still looking at him with a bright smile.
âIs there really no reason you can think of why this place would get nicknamed crime alley? Not one reason at all? None?â
A small explosion sounds and some metal shrapnel falls in little pieces around them. A car tire rolls past. Danny and Jason donât look away from one another.
Danny âgrew up with mad scientist parents, an OSHA-violating lab in the basement, fighting ghosts, causing property damage, evading ghost police, fighting a king, is pretty certain his parents have been committing some kind of tax evasion for their research funding, etc., etc. though none of that was really an excuse as his friends and sister didnât turn out quite as blind to danger as him.â Fenton thinks about it for barely a second before shrugging.
âNo, not really. Why?â
âThis is where the Joker attacked you.â Jason tries pointing out, causing Danny to take a good look around them.
âOh, thatâs right! I was wondering why this place looked so familiar! I gotta say, it looks different in the daylight. But I mean, that attack couldâve happened anywhere, couldnât it? Whatâs so special about this place?â
God, how can he be so smart yet so stupid?
Now is really not the time to kiss him, Jason.
âItâs⊠just a nickname, given to the district by the Gothamites. Poverty runs rampant and the crime rates here are⊠above average, letâs say, when compared to the rest of Gotham. Only old rich folks still call it Park Rowâ Is what Jason decides to say.
âSo yeah, itâs probably best if you try to avoid this place, especially at night. Though God knows you can handle yourself, considering the way you went at the Jokerâ Danny snorts at the innuendo.
âItâs still better to be safe than sorry and keep away from this place, unless youâre with me. The people around here know better than to mess with me and the people Iâm with, so thereâs no need to worry.â
âHmmm, are you sure the crime rates are higher here?â
On their left, a guy dressed in a gray hoodie with suspicious dark red stains on it runs at a car, gets in, and drives off as fast as he can with the car alarm still going off.
âYes.â
âOh, okay! Iâll try to keep that in mind thenâ
God have mercy.
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Red Hood had driven them back to Dannyâs apartment after their date in order to drop him off. Meanwhile, Danny is still not quite over the fact that he can actually call it a date!
After they both get off of the motorcycle, Red Hood walks him the few feet to the front door of his apartment building, and itâs time for them to say goodbye again.
Do they kiss now? Or should he wait till the next date?
Danny really wants to kiss him right now.
But heâs wearing his helmet so it would be awkward as fuck.
Especially if he had to ask Red Hood to take it off.
No, Danny canât do that. Just no, heâd have his second death, this time of embarrassment instead of electricity. Itâs some variation at least?
âSee you later, ââ
Danny cuts himself off with a not-so-subtle fake cough, cheeks heating up in embarrassment at what he was about to say. He had almost let out another cringy animal-themed goodbye, just like last time.
Great going, Fenton. Despite not going for the kiss, he still managed to almost fuck it up.
Itâs like heâs digging himself a bigger hole by the minute.
Red Hood stops walking and pauses. Seeing this, Danny lowers his head to stare at the ground, his body stiff.
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Jason canât quite believe heâs doing this, and if any of the bats heard him, heâd never hear the end of it. But⊠to put Danny at easeâŠ
âTake Care, Polar Bearâ
The sentence makes Danny snap his head back up immediately. His mouth is slightly open, as though heâs trying to come up with something to say and failing.
Not waiting for Danny to answer him, Jason starts moving towards his motorcycle again.
Danny, with his cheeks still slightly red, stares at the leaving figure of Red Hood. His gaze is full of adoration, as he just falls a little deeper for the helmed vigilante.
Jason is thankful the helmet obscures Dannyâs view of his blushing face as he gets on his motorcycle. He gives one last wave to Danny before revving the engine and leaving for his apartment.
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#dp x dc#dp x dc fic#dpxdc#dcxdp#dc x dp#dp x dc crossover#dead on main#dead on main ship#ah the cringy animal goodbyes#itâs becoming their thing ^-^#also#the crimes that are happening around them are a bit of an exaggeration#and usually there wouldn't be this much happening in the daylight and with Red Hood around#plus normally Jason would've probably done something about at least some of it#but i wanted to add this stuff in for the comedic sense of the scene#oh and I know I usually try to keep chapter length consistency#and like i know this chapter is longer than the rest#but I just really wanted to include that last part into this chapter#and I didn't feel like cuttin9 the chapter in half#so yeah#like I've had the last part of this chapter written since like chapter 6#but I just kept adding in more in between scenes to make the story flow a bit better#while writing this chap i was really unsure if it was date-y enough#so let's hope i managed it :)
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Some of my coworkers (I work in a bookshop, I'm getting kinda tired of having to add that parenthetical to every work story I tell on here but it's often essential context, I wish there was a better way. Why can't you just fucking pay attention and remember where I work, that would be nice?) are very smug and proud of themselves about the fact that they make a habit of ratting out teenagers to their parents when they're trying to buy books (to be fair I could probably have just let the context do its own work in this particular post, I didn't really need to say anything. I'm sorry I spoke to you like that earlier) which are, according to the bookseller's no doubt eminently wise and edifying judgment, not age-appropriate--not outright refusing sales, but like when a teen and their parent are both at the till, saying something like "oh just so you're aware this book has some controversial stuff in it"--and I hope I continue to successfully hide how much this pisses me off because oh my fucking god.
Mostly this happens with Colleen Hoover books, who if you're unaware is a very tiktok-popular romance author whose books are sometimes accused of glorifying abusive relationship dynamics, I haven't read her and don't have a good sense of to what extent this is a fair accusation vs people misrepresenting the books to score backlash discourse points, neither possibility would surprise me, but also I don't think the answer to that question is very relevant to anything.
And look, I accept that my free speech absolutist radical position of "teenagers are less stupid than you probably think but even the stupid ones probably should be allowed some intellectual liberties maybe, they're going to be adults in like five minutes jesus christ" is not something everyone can embrace, I do. But the sheer glee with which this one guy the other day was telling the story of a mom getting quite angry with her daughter when he told her about what she's trying to buy, like "haha someone's gonna have an awkward conversation when they leave the shop!", is so so ugly to me... like it would be much easier to believe this was a principled moral stance if you weren't actively making fun of the people you're claiming to protect! And holy shit do you not remember this exact experience, of being a teenager and a bunch of adults who are clearly not actually smarter or better than you nonetheless having strong opinions about what kinds of things you ought to be enjoying and spending time on and thinking about? Do you not remember how much that sucked? (I'm like a decade older than most of these booksellers, I should be the cranky old person whose heart has been consumed by cheap cynical moralism, not them!!)
I could add a little bit here about how obviously it's only the books that are girl-coded that receive this higher level of scrutiny and shaming, but sadly it's getting dark and I had intended to make this a short post so I could go for a run after and I should really do that now if I'm gonna do it at all, you'll have to think about that part in your own time. Sorry for ranting everyone I hope we're all having a chill Saturday apart from me. Are we having a chill Saturday?
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AITA for how I tried to convince my RP partner that not all pwNPD are abusers?
The story is basically what the title says. I'm not giving out genders/ages for anonymity, but everyone involved here is an older teenager or young adult. Someone who I used to be friends with is incredibly biased against people with Cluster B personality disorders (antisocial personality disorder, borderline personality disorder, histrionic personality disorder, and narcissistic personality disorder). In the past, she has implied that all people with narcissistic personality disorder are abusers and that all people with antisocial personality disorder are serial killers. Her reasoning for this is that she was abused in the past by someone with NPD and therefore considers ALL people with a Cluster B disorder to be dangerous.
(to be fair, I don't know if she feels the same way about BPD or HPD, since she has never mentioned either before and I don't dare to lol)
Although I was and still am scared to directly confront her about her viewpoints, I tried challenging them through the roleplays we do together. I introduced a character who would've likely been diagnosed with narcissistic personality disorder if she was older (she's 17 in the RP). She was portrayed as kind and generous, so I purposefully introduced her to show my friend that people with personality disorders can be good people, even if some of them are abusers. I didn't directly tell her that the character was supposed to represent narcissistic personality disorder, as none of us list the diagnoses of characters.
This wasn't the first character with implied NPD that I had submitted. Rather, there was another character who existed at the time and was just reduced to "insecure villain," which made them rather offensive as "representation." I later removed this character, although I originally tried to "fix" the character by balancing them out with better representation. So, I definitely wasn't trying to claim that people with NPD can't be abusers, ever. Rather, I wanted to show that people with NPD have the potential to be good and bad people.
Eventually, I one day had a mental breakdown for unrelated reasons and "apologized" to my ex-friend, admitting that part of the reason I'd introduced the character was to change her mind. While I don't actually feel bad for introducing the character, I still think I'm an asshole for giving a fake apology for something I don't feel sorry about, as I apologized with the intent of pushing her away rather than showing remorse.
After that, we've kind of put up a fair bit of distance between each other. She's being nice to me because... well, I've convinced her that I'm open to her ableist viewpoints by being a total pushover (another AH move of mine, yippee /s), and I'm staying on good terms with her because I don't want the drama and hurt that comes with formally ending a friendship. I feel like this is an ESH situation, with my friend being an AH for having shitty views and me being an AH for not knowing how to use the block button, but I wanted to hear what others had to think.
What are these acronyms?
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When We Are Together - Matty Healy
Summary: In which Matty falls in love with you in stages his entire life. He knows everything is better when you're together but the two of you are oblivious to the fact you're in love with each other.
Warnings: Swearing. A small section of smut in flashback 2. Unfortunately it's not with Matty. It's with George because I am a whore. Mentions of The S*n. Mentions of Matty going to rehab, obviously we don't know all the personal details apart from the fact there was an intervention after the ilwys era ended and he went and now he's in recovery. Â
Author's Note: Self proclaimed 'Not a Matty girl' just wrote 12K lol this has legit taken so long cause I procrastinate but hope you like it! Really fucking long because I tend to let my mind wonder, I don't even know if this is any good but I'm trying to get better. I thought the concept was cute anyway. So enjoy! Let me know what you guys think and if you liked it x
Word Count: 12K
Your life had always been surrounded by the boys. So many moments in your life that their fans could only ever dream of knowing about or being involved in but you didnât know any different, it was just your life. You had no choice in the matter when your brother and best friend in the entire world was the bassist in the band. Thatâs right; Ross MacDonald was your big brother and you seemed to be somewhat of a legend amongst their hardcore fanbase yourself for putting up with their antics for as long as you had! Not that you really had a choice when you were tied to them via blood but they had also hired you as their personal assistant so you could follow them around the world and so none of them had to part from you for too long.
You had personal relationships with all of the band, not just your brother who genuinely was the best big brother you could have ever asked for. He was your best friend and had been since the moment you were born. Sometimes it irritated the others how annoying the two of you were when you both got into silly moods, with all your inside jokes and side looks that nobody else understood. Especially Matty who always wanted in on the joke. But Ross was a ride or die kind of guy and you were the same. If it came down to it you would fight over who took the first bullet.
Adam Hann. Adam truly was an angel of man sent to earth to be your bestie and you donât think you could love him anymore if you could. Someone you could geek out about The Office with on the tour bus and who brought you coffee when he could see you needed a pick me up. The most level headed of the boys, you know heâll always be on your side. Someone whoâs come to your rescue during many nights out both pre and post fame and took your hand, pretended to be your boyfriend with no questions asked and got you away from creeps more times than you would have liked. You couldnât be more grateful for a selfless friend like Adam Hann.
George Daniel. Your âlittleâ Georgie had been in your form at school, so apart from your brother until you were much older and started hanging out with them more, you had spent the most time with him. So itâs fair to say that the pair of you were close. So close that you lived with him and Matty in your early twenties. Even a small indiscretion on his 23rd birthday much to your brotherâs dismay didnât change the course of your relationship. Now that you were both thirty two and you were still working for him, clearly the two of you didnât care that you had seen each other naked. If anything your night together all those many moons ago had brought you closer together. You would trust him with your life.
Then there was Matty. Matty was something else. If you asked his fans, depending on if you were asking old or new fans. He was something else in two senses of the word. To you he was just Matthew. Your big brotherâs best friend who was a bit of a weird kid, transitioned into a somewhat cool teenager who you had a bit of a crush on when you were seventeen, to the most annoying person youâve ever laid eyes on. But also he was your best friend. An old married couple is what George labeled you both and he wasnât wrong, the pair of you did have a bit of a domestic life together when he wasnât busy being a rockstar.Â
I think the fans would be shocked to find out he likes doing the mundane things in life like doing the food shop with you and fighting at the tills that it was his turn to scan his club card. Or walking the dog, drinking a good cup of tea at his Mamâs house or cooking with you over a glass of wine with Donny Hathaway playing in the background on the record player.
He had done so much for you over the years and you always thought it was just Matty being Matty and looking out for you. Hiring you as the bandâs assistant, so you could see the world with them so you werenât stuck in a stuffy office job in England. Even though you had graduated from uni with a first class degree in photography. Moving you into his home when you broke up with your long term boyfriend in 2020 so you werenât wallowing in self pity. It was probably then, that George cemented your âmarriage statusâ because you did do everything together and apparently you had been oblivious your entire friendship until now.
It was in this moment in Belfast on the last night of the UK tour that your head swimming with all of the moments in your life that led you to here with Matty, tears brimmed with tears. That you realised that it was him the entire time.
April 2007
You pulled the front of the white tank top you were wearing down, allowing the frilly cups of your red bra to peek out the top. Your top tucked into a short black mini skirt, paired with a big chunky belt and hoop earrings and some wedged sandals on your feet. You actually felt good about yourself for once! You, Sarah and Rebecca ready to get drunk and dance your asses off with all of your friends as you celebrated Mattyâs birthday.
Mattyâs 18th birthday party was being held at his house. A classic Healy house party yet you still wondered how Denise and Tim were somehow trusting him enough for the night to not burn the house down so he could celebrate his birthday with his friends without parental supervision.
You of course had yet to turn eighteen, as had your brother who was only eleven months older than you. So you turned to your lord and saviour Adam Hann who went to the local off license and bought you a pack of Bacardi Breezers for the party.
When the three of you arrived; you immediately got swept away by your other school friends, giggling at the thought of getting drunk with all your friends and making out with boys your brother would definitely disapprove of was the motivation you needed to open your first drink of the evening.
It was after a few drinks, definitely too many shots of whatever George had proclaimed Mattyâs Dadâs had left for the birthday boy. You were starting to feel the effects of the alcohol you had drunk that evening when you spotted Max. Tall, brunette, curly hair and a killer watt smile that made you weak at the knees, talking to George.
Silent motivation from Phoebe as she ruffled her hands through your hair and pushing your tits into a good position as Sarah dabbed on some more lip gloss before pushing you in the direction of the boys, slapping your ass with a quick âGo get him tiger!â
Shooting her a grin over your shoulder, you strutted on over to where George and Max stood clutching their beer bottles as they conversed about god knows what. Hoping to catch his attention, you threw on your best smile as you stopped in front of the two of them.Â
âHello boys!â You beamed a the two of them, eyes lingering on Max a little longer. âHaving a good night?â You asked, twiddling the straw around your drink as you waited for their answer.
âEven better now youâre here gorgeous!âÂ
Your heart fluttered for a moment. Max was flirting back.
âYour tits are looking mega tonight babe!âÂ
George broke your eye contact with the tall brunette as your eyes flitted towards him. The blush flushing across your cheeks at Georgeâs compliment, âOhhh thanks G!â You laughed awkwardly, catching his eyes fall to your tits once more just as Ross walked past the three of you.
âDude! Thatâs my sister!â He punched him in the arm; a scowl on his face and immediately pulling you away with him and far away from the boys and into the crowd of people dancing in Denise and Timâs living room.
âYouâre no fun!â You huffed.
âYou can do a lot better than Max sis. Believe me! Iâm just looking out for you.âÂ
He smiled softly at you and you sighed, knowing you couldnât ever stay mad at him. He knew you better than anyone else and always looked out for you no matter what. âThanks bro. I know. Iâm just going to get some fresh air, itâs a bit stuffy in here.âÂ
You sent him a smile, squeezing past him and all the other sweaty bodies to head out the sliding doors at the back of Mattyâs kitchen. Letting out the breath you hadnât realised you had been holding as the cool spring air brushed over your skin. Taking in the serenity of the night air, you didnât realise anyone else was out there until you heard a cough causing you to snap your head towards the noise.
Matty was leaning up against the back wall, cigarette hanging from his lips.
âAlright birthday boy! What you doing out here by yourself?â You laughed lightly as you approached; leaning next to him as you took in the slightly solemn look on his face.
âBit overwhelming in there. Thought Iâd like the attention but thereâs too many people. Half of them are just here to get drunk, they donât care about me.â He laughed bitterly; blowing smoke into the air. âAnyway. What are you doing out here?â
âJust needed some air. It was a bit stuffy in there. Too many people.â
âAhhh so weâre alike in our thinking.â Matty laughed. âWish it was just you and the boys to be honest.â He mumbled, shuffling his feet.
âHey. You know if you want we can have a do over. Come over to mine and Rossâ tomorrow. Weâll order pizza and watch True Romance. Iâd hate for you to not look back fondly at your 18th.â You smiled softly as you spoke.
âYouâre brilliant.â Mattyâs eyes bright as he looked at you. âIâd really like that. Thanks sweetheart.â Matty shot you a genuine smile for the first time since you stepped outside.
A brief moment of silence settled across the two of you before Matty spoke again.
âYou look incredible tonight.â
âOhhh.â You looked down at your feet, unsure of how to take the compliment.
âHey.â Matty lifted your chin up. âWhatâs all that about? Youâre the most beautiful girl in the room.â He said earnestly; swiping at the apples of your cheeks and holding your jaw in his hands.
âJust didnât think anyone could look past the fact Iâm Rossâ sister. Nobody ever calls me beautiful.â
âNot even Josh? Didnât you date him for nearly a year?â Matty asked as you shook your head.
âThen heâs an idiot. Youâre always the most beautiful girl in the room darling.â
âMatty.âÂ
It came out a whisper as you both stared into each otherâs brown eyes. Mattyâs eyes dancing across your features, settling on your lips before looking back up and catching your gaze already on him. Matty leaned in, his face getting closer to your own as your mind started racing.Â
Did you want to kiss Matty? Kinda, yeah!Â
Should you kiss Matty? No, definitely not. Ross would kill the both of you.Â
Did you kiss Matty? Yes.
âWe shouldnât.â You whispered, lips mere inches away from his own.
âBut a birthday kiss is all I want this year.âÂ
His words came out of a whisper, you didnât say anything else just pushed your lips against his and allowed him to pull you closer as his mouth moved against the softness of your glossed lips. His hands moving from your face, dancing down the sides of your body and landing on your waist before he reluctantly pulled away, forehead resting against your own.
âYouâre good at that.â He pecked your lips once more.
âMmmm.â You hummed; opening your eyes as Matty held you close. You quickly opened your mouth to say something and promptly shut it again when you caught the way Matty looked at you. âFuck it!â You mumbled and slammed your lips back against his own.
The birthday boy now pushing you up against the wall, hands impossibly tight on your waist as he pulled you as physically close as possible. Your hands uprooting themselves in the hair at the back of his neck and tugging as you snogged him like your life depended on it. Like you werenât pushed against the back of his kitchen wall in his garden, where any of your school friends could come out and catch you. Or worse; your brother but you didnât care because the way Matty was kissing you made your whole body tingle.
Tugging his hair again as his tongue moved against your own. Matty groaned loudly; finally pulling away. âFuck settle down! You know I canât be found with you and if you keep doing that, someone is going hear us.â He groaned as he continued to pepper kisses up the side of your jaw.
âHmmm, donât feel like being murdered by my brother right now.â You sighed; leaning back against the wall to take him in. Lips swollen and eyes bright as he watched you.
âI donât want to be murdered by your brother either. Worst birthday ever!â He chuckled; hands dancing across your waist. âBut that was my favourite birthday gift! Thanks sweetheart!â Matty grinned; watching you push yourself off the wall and smooth yourself down before heading back towards the house.
You paused for a moment; your foot on the last step, your hand lingering on the handle to the back door for a millisecond as you looked over your shoulder one last time at Matty who was just watching you. You sent him a soft smile, your hair falling in front of your face as you laughed before leaving him the dark as you rejoined the party.
A kiss with Matty who was your big brotherâs (and your) annoying friend, someone you had an innocent schoolgirl crush on once he started becoming a tiny bit cool as the lead singer in their band. Something you didnât think was an overly big deal, after all people kiss people they shouldnât when theyâre drunk all the time. Turns out it was the starting point of the trajectory of how yourâs and Mattyâs story begun.
March 2013
In the midst of releasing a series of EPs and gigging around the country and building up their hardcore fanbase. You had managed to get the boys all to just relax for a moment and celebrate the release of their Music for Cars EP and the fact that it was Georgeâs 23rd birthday this weekend. And how did you celebrate? The only way you lot knew how, a dirty oleâ house party just like the good old days.
You had managed to squeeze God knows how many people in little flat you shared with George and Matty. As far as flatmateâs go, they werenât all that bad. You had moved in with them straight after university so you had definitely had worse.
You had just downed what you believe was your fifth vodka shot of the evening and decided you needed to pace yourself a bit more if you werenât going to stumble into your room and pass out any time soon. So upon spotting Ross, you wondered over to your brother who was sat talking to Hann; wiggling your way in between the two of them with a giggle. Ross automatically lifting his arm for you to slip under as you nursed the rest of your wine at a slower pace until your glass was empty.
After your head stopped spinning a sufficient amount, you found yourself milling about the flat and smuggling yourself into Mattyâs embrace as he poured you another glass.
âEnjoying yourself sweetheart?âÂ
âMmm. Have you see the birthday boy?â You felt Mattyâs lips pressed to the top of your head as you asked.
âYou leaving me already?â He chuckled. âThink he popped out the back for a cig.âÂ
He motioned towards the back door. You immediately unravelled yourself from him, a kiss smacked against his cheek, catching the corner of his mouth. Not that you noticed in your flurry but Matty did. The longing for the feeling of the two of you had shared in his back garden prickling at his chest as his eyes locked onto your retreating figure as you rushed through the throng of remaining people in the kitchen and exiting the flat.
Matty was right. You found George smoking out the back in your little tiny back garden under the dying glimmer of your shit security light that was attached to your back wall. Turning in your direction at the sound of the back door shutting, George automatically opened his arms for you to slot into his side, arm hung loosely over your shoulder as he let out the smoke he had just inhaled. Wordlessly placing the cig in your mouth to let you take a drag yourself, you passed it back and forth between the two of you in silence.
Stubbing the end into the brick, George dropped it into the bucket of dirty filters before breaking the silence. âGod what time is it?â He asked as you watched him push the balls of his hand into his eyes.
âNearly 2am! Why you need to go to bed Grandad?!â
âFucking maybe?! How many people are left?â The now blonde motioned towards the house.
âOnly a few. Heard Sally talk about some of them heading into town on the way out and Luke and Helen have to be up early so they left nearly a hour ago. Just the band and about three other now. You ready to head in birthday boy?â You asked; holding out your hand for him to take with a smirk.
With a silent nod George didnât hesitate to grab onto your hand as you tried not to trip over the many plant pots that were littered across your garden path. âYou given me my birthday present yet? I canât remember?â You turned to look at the drummer. An amused look on your face because he had given you the brightest smile when he had opened the personalised drumsticks you had gotten him earlier. âOr are you my present? Wait is this an ambush?â George gasped. âPlease be an ambush!â He grinned at you.
âYou should be so lucky!â You scoffed; before shooting him a smirk as you opened the the kitchen door.
âYour tits look mega in that dress by the way!â His tone smug as he closed the kitchen door behind him. Your only response being the cackle that left your mouth as you left George to watch you walk away as you joined the rest of the band in the living room.
Lucky indeed because once the remaining guests left about twenty minutes later. You had snuck into Georgeâs room to say good night and wish him a happy birthday and itâs how you found yourself currently with aching arms. As they were locked either side of Georgeâs knees, his hands tight on your waist as you bounced on his cock.
You werenât sure how long you had been in this position. You do know he had already made you cum twice though. Once on his tongue and once with his fingers but my God were you spiralling towards your third. The thick drag of his cock between your legs as he stretched you out was delicious but you needed to cum quick because you werenât sure how long you could stay in this position for.
âJesus Christ! So fucking good George!â You wailed; as Georgeâs thumb swiped through the slick between your legs and rubbing at your clit.
âFeel good baby?â
âYes. Shit! So good!â You panted. âArms hurt though, fuck.â
âDonât worry. Iâve got you.â He said; pulling you forward.
You fell forward at full speed; having to catch yourself on either side of his face to stop yourself from head butting him as his large hands moved from your hips to grab on to the globes of your ass before plowing up into your cunt so fast you saw stars dance under your eyelids. All you could do was shake and babble out a string of, âSo good. So good. So good.â As George made you cum again.
Pulling out quickly. You had no time to recover as George flipped you over; face already in his pillows as he pushed back into you as he chased his own orgasm. The drag of his cock made you feel delirious at the speed in which he was fucking you back into the mattress.
âFucking hell. Youâre so good G! Yes! Yes! Yes!â You screamed into the mattress, really not caring that your mutual best friend was on the other side of the wall.
His name fell from your lips like a chant. You hadnât been fucked this good in forever, if at all and the fact it was your Georgie made your head spin.
âCome on baby. One more and Iâll give it to you.â He whispered in your ear, kissing the back of your shoulder before pulling you back on to his cock at rapid speed and sending you hurtling towards your fourth orgasm of the night (well morning) and George to fill you up with a satisfied groan.
Pulling out; your gentle giant rolled over, the pair of you catching your breath after fucking for a good hour. Rolling your head to the side to take him in, you pressed a kiss to the top of his shoulder with a chuckle. âHappy Birthday G!âÂ
The now blonde let out a loud laugh as the pair of you snuggled into each otherâs arms, like you would normally do under any other circumstances as George pressed a kiss to the side of your face. The temporary bliss shielding you both from the circumstances youâd have to face in the morning.
When you did manage to wake up the next morning, George was still fast asleep but his alarm clock read 10:12 and you knew youâd have to get up to tidy the flat because Matty certainly wouldnât. As you looked around Georgeâs room, you scrambled to find anything to hide your dignity as you moved around to clean up. As you pulled the shirt George was wearing the night before over your bare body, you didnât have chance to register the other voices on the other side of the bedroom door.
âWhere is she? Sheâs not answering her phone? Sheâs not in her room either.â
Matty didnât answer Rossâs question, just grumbled into his arms before flinging himself down onto the dining room table dramatically.
âWhatâs the matter with you? You look like shit Healy!â Hann shoved his shoulder with a laugh as he threw himself on the sofa.
âWell youâd look like shit if you didnât get any sleep cause you could hear George fucking at all hours of the night too.â Matty snapped at the two of them.
âWho was he shagging? I thought he wasnât seeing that blonde anymore?â
Unfortunately for you, this was when you decided to make your grand appearance. Walking out of Georgeâs room in nothing but his shirt and your knickers from the night before. The three of them silent as they took in your appearance.
Adamâs jaw slack as he looked on in shock as everything clicked into place before his very eyes.
Matty looked pained as he ran a hand through his curls before pushing himself up off the dining room table and shuffling into the kitchen, silently flicking the kettle on.
Ross looked angry. You could see it simmering in his eyes. The vein on his neck pulsing as he starred you down.
âIâve been trying to ring you. Why were you in Georgeâs room? â
âIâve been asleep. Iâm here now arenât I? Everything alright?â You brushed past him, trying to avoid talking about the inevitable. You hated when Ross was angry.
âWhy do you have Georgeâs shirt on?â
The two of you competed in a stare off. The both of you silent. Neither of you making the next move. If there was one thing you MacDonald siblings were, it was stubborn. Adam was watching on in anticipation. The only noise to be heard was Matty shuffling around the kitchen in the background. Your brother asked you again. Why was he asking you questions he didnât want to know the answers to.
âDonât make me say it bro.â You sighed; annoyance flashing across his features.
âYou slept with my best friend?â Ross immediately started raising his voice. He already knew the answer, he didnât need your confirmation. Not that he waited for it because he was already storming towards Georgeâs room and right on queue, the door swung open to George just in his boxers.
âRoss. Stop!â Your voice loud and going ignored.
âYOU SLEPT WITH MY SISTER?!â Â
Ross was seething. Hann was immediately by your side ready to intervene. Matty still off and away from the drama (which was very unlike him) that was about to unfold. He was unlawfully quiet but you couldnât think about that when Ross was squaring off with George in the doorway to your rooms. The shouting sounded like you were under water as you zoned it out. This was a disaster. It was only when Hann touching your arm, whispering if they should intervene or not that brought you back to reality and had you storming right in between the two giants.
Pushing your way in between them. You stood with your back against Georgeâs chest, a hand on your brothers and looking up at him with pleading eyes. âRoss. Please. Fighting George isnât going to solve anything.â
âYou slept. With my sister. What about fucking bro code?! Not cool dude!â
âIt was me.â You shouted over the top of his booming voice, all four of them turning to look at you as you very rarely raised your voice. âIt was me. I initiated it. So if youâre going to be mad at someone, shout at me because itâs my fault.â
âBabe you donât have to defend me.â George touched your shoulder gently. âI know, we shouldnât have done it.â
âDonât touch her!â Ross zoned in on Georgeâs hands upon your shoulders. He quickly lifted them up in surrender.
âGeorge, weâre both consenting adults.â You addressed him before turning back to your brother. âIâm sorry but if youâre going to sulk about it, blame me because I started it. Ross you know I love you more than anything in this world but you canât hate everyone that goes near me.â You reached for his hand to give it a squeeze. âIt was literally a one night stand. Promise it wonât happen again.â
Ross tried to pull his hand out of yours at your words, the vein in his neck twitching at the fucked up thought of his little sister casually sleeping around. âIâm not fucking happy about it. Fucking bro code dude.â He threw his hands up dramatically before turning towards the door. âIâm going for some fresh air.âÂ
Ross quickly yanked open the front door, Hann hot on his tail, muttering something about checking on him which left you with Matty and George. The three of you standing in silence for a moment before George popped a kiss on top of your head and mumbling about a cig and heading out the back.
Matty disappeared again into the kitchen as you plonked yourself down at the dining room table with a groan. The ticking of the clock the only thing to be heard as the two of you were now the only ones left in your tiny flat. Sitting down next to you, Matty didnât say anything. Just pushed a mug of coffee towards you and sipping his own.
âYou donât hate me do you? You havenât said anything all morning.â
Matty took a sip of his coffee, a look of contemplation on his face as his eyes flitted towards you. The silence deafening and the thought of him being upset with you made your heart ache.
âYou never offered me that on my birthday.â
You blinked rapidly as you stared at him. That was it. Thatâs what he chose to say.
Matty tried to say it with a joking lilt to his words. A smirk hiding behind his mug of coffee as you took in his words. But he knew deep down that there was a seriousness to it. It was true, youâve never done anything with him other than when you kissed at his 18th, on his birthday or otherwise. Apart from one drunken weekend about two weeks later. He wasnât sure why the thought made his heart pang. But it did. You opened your mouth to respond, quickly shutting it again as a flush rushed to your cheeks as you remembered the night in his garden five birthdays ago.
You let out a shaky laugh, not knowing what to say, shoving his shoulder playfully as you settled back into your chair, steaming coffee ready to be drunk.
âI donât, you know.âÂ
You turned you head to curly haired man beside you confused at what he was saying.Â
âI could never hate you.â
2014
You werenât exactly sure where you were. What state you were in. What time it was or how much you and the band had to drink or what drugs Matty had taken tonight but you were fucking exhausted. You had been following your brother and your best friends around the world for the best part of just over a year, âactingâ like their personal assistant.Â
You were essentially a glorified baby sitter for these four man children. You wouldnât change it for the world though, you got to travel the world with your best friends and take cool photography in the cool cities you visited but it was all catching up to you. All whilst they were busy being rockstars, some more than others but that was a different story.
You wanted nothing more than to be in the dingy little flat you shared with Matty and George in Manchester, catching up on washing, going down to your local Sainsburyâs and doing the weekly shop. Anything that didnât require going to bed post 3am.
But you were currently in a club in Atlanta or was it Nashville? You didnât know but what you did know was that you were bloody tired and the thought of travelling on the tour bus to the next state with a hangover was genuinely about to send you into a downward spiral if you didnât get yourself back to the hotel asap.
Tucked neatly underneath Hannâs arm, his arm loosely hanging over your shoulder as you rested your head upon his shoulder, you prayed for your brother to round up the other two quicker than he was because you were actually asleep standing up at this point. You didnât think it was possible to be asleep with your eyes open but you were positive at this precise moment in time it was currently happening.
Ross finally reappeared with George in tow but there was no Matty trailing behind the two of them. You groaned loudly as you clapped eyes on the two of them. Ross looked defeated, tiredness set his eyes too. George smirked when he heard your groans.
âNot the usual type of groans you make when you see me baby.â
âIâll punch you so hard before Ross even gets the chance to if you donât shut the fuck up Daniel's. Whereâs Healy?â You huffed, scowling at the boy in front of you.
âMumbled something incoherent before refusing to leave.â Your brother grumbled.
âGive me two minutes.â You sent Hann a soft smile, before removing yourself from the bubble the two of youâd created at the end of the bar before pushing your way through all the sweaty bodies until you found him trying to chat up some blonde model type near the DJ booth.
Gently placing your hand around his bicep to get his attention, his curls whipped in your direction to see who was touching him. The first thing you noticed apart from the bright grin he was now sporting were his dilated pupils. So he had taken coke again, brilliant.Â
The sigh that left you so deeply rooted, youâre surprised he didnât pick up on it. You hated the way it made him feel after the high was over.
âHi darling! Hasnât tonight been amazing? Wait where are the others? Can you believe your brother tried to make me to go back to the hotel? How sick was the gig tonight? Do you want to dance? Hey let me introduce you toâŠâ He spoke at a hundred miles a hour as he spewed out utter nonsense, turning to realise the blonde he was chatting up was long gone.
You watched Mattyâs shoulders sag, sad eyes now back on your own. âYou fancy coming back with me? Iâm dead on my feet and donât really fancy nursing this inevitable hangover whilst being stuck on the tour bus for over six hours with you lot without at least four hours of decent sleep.â
âBut I donât want to go home yet.â He pouted.
âYou come with me now, Iâll let you stay in my bunk tomorrow and I wonât complain about how clingy you are. Promise!â
âLike a sleepover?!â Mattyâs face lit up again.
âIf you like, yeah!â You laughed at his childlike enthusiasm.
âCome on then, letâs go right now!â He started to drag you through the crowds. âIâm sharing with Ross tonight. I think heâd rather kill himself than watch you throw yourself at me!âÂ
âI donât throw myself at you.â You laughed at the frown he was pulling at you.
âItâs been known to happen Healy! I donât mind though. My bunk tomorrow. Pinky promise.â
âTomorrow.â Matty sent you a soft smile; his pinky looping around your own before you started to tug him back towards the boys. âI just want to clarify, I donât throw myself at you I just like lying on your tits is all!â He said, pulling a laugh out of you as you approached the rest of the band. Your brother already leading the troops out the club as he saw your approach, eager to get out of there and into bed.
You had currently been on the road from Atlanta to Raleigh, North Carolina for the past two hours and the hangover was showing no signs of disappearing. You had already watched half a season of The Office with Hann and had taken a half arsed nap with Ross but it was hard trying to sleep in the lounge, when your head was knocking off his shoulder every time the bus hit a pot hole.
Not to mention; if Matty made one more fucking sound, you were absolutely positive one of you was going to throw him out the window. It was a toss up between you and Hann, whoever got to him first I suppose. But he was getting on your last nerve. He was annoying at the best of times but there was something about his come down today that was irritating you to no fucking end. He so much as breathed too loudly and it was sending you spiralling into deep pit of annoyance.
You and the band were up back in the lounge area, some Adam Sandler movie playing quietly in the back ground that you were pretty sure none of them were even paying attention to. When Matty threw his phone across the bus, swearing something incoherent under his breath and it was the last straw.
Standing up abruptly, you managed to startle both Ross and Hann at the speed in which you moved. Pulling down Georgeâs hoodie that you had stolen, so it covered more of your ass over the pair of gym shorts you had on. You turned back towards your brother and Adam, irritation etched across your features, scowling at Matty as you eyed him out of your peripheral, as he moped about next to George.Â
Just the image of him, made you want to roll your eyes.
âIâm going to my bunk before I fucking throttle him!â Â
You sent them both a sarcastic smile before storming off to your bunk. You canât have been there ten minutes before your peace was interrupted by Matty who was peering around the curtain and asking if he can join you. You let out a big sigh before silently nodding your head as he lumbered on into the small space.
Immediately wrapping his arms around your waist; his head found home upon your chest just like it always did when he wanted a cuddle. Your hand that was wrapped around him made its way up to his head, where it settled in his curls, finger tips running across his scalp. The sound of his soft sighs automatically calming down the irritation that had been bubbling inside you since he had awoken this morning.
You werenât entirely sure how long you had been lying there in silence. You only broke the silence when the coldness of Mattyâs fingertips slipped underneath your hoodie to touch the warmth of your skin. His thumb rubbing circles across the softness of your hips as he snuggled further into your tits as one of his legs started pushing its way in between your own as he got comfy.
âMatty?â Your voice gentle as you tried to get his attention.
âYou said you wouldnât complain.â His voice muffled as he spoke into your covered breasts.
âYour fingers are fucking freezing thatâs all.â Your chest vibrated with laughter.
âSorry sweetheartâ Matty moved the slightest bit, to kiss the underside of your chin before snuggling back into the warmth of your hoodie.
âI donât mean to, you know?â He whispered softly.
âWhat are you talking about?â
âI donât mean to make you angry.âÂ
His voice was barely above a whisper, that you nearly missed it.
âIâm not angry. Why would you think Iâm angry at you?â
âYou looked like youâd rather die than be anywhere near me before.â The hand that was weaving through his curls stopped. âI hated it. Hated that you looked at me like that. Made me feel even more shit than I already do.â
âHealy look at me.â Matty didnât move a muscle, head still tucked underneath your chin, no effort in moving at all at your words.
âBabe. Look at me.â Your voice more stern, wiggling away from his grip so you could look down at him properly. âI could never hate you. Ever.â Your eyes flitted across his features, hardened by the late nights on tour and the hardcore partying. âI hate what that stuff does to you. I would never stop you from having fun but when you do that stuff, I hate how it makes you hate yourself the next day. I donât want you doing something youâre going to regret because believe it or not Healy. Iâm quite fond of you and I donât think my heart could take it if something happened to you. Neither would my brotherâs or Hannâs or Georgeâs. We love you a stupid amount you know.â
Matty blinked at you as he took in your words, his brown eyes glossing over before shoving his face into you neck, the grip around your waist becoming impossibly tighter. Your body shaking as his vibrated against yours, soft sobs leaving him as he chanted; âIâm so sorry. Iâm so sorry.â Over and over again.
All you could do was hold him closer and reassure him, that he had nothing to be sorry for and you were just looking out for him because anything else, you were afraid it might break you and youâd cry too. As your best friend was breaking his heart and wetting the hoodie you were wearing.
âDonât apologise for having fun. I just want you to be careful. All I ever want is for you to be okay and sometimes what you do with all those people you donât know isnât good for you sweetheart.â
You squeezed him tighter, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. As he mumbled how âIâll be better, I promiseâ into your neck, pressing multiple kisses in quick succession to just under the right side of your jaw before settling back into silence where the two of stay for some time.
The soft regular movement of Mattyâs thumb rubbing circles on your hip stopped, his hand significantly less colder than they were before he had them up your hoodie, moved across the expanse of your lower back and rolling you over so you were now draped over him instead and tucked into his side.Â
âYou know sometimes I feel the only time I might get better is when we are together. You ever feel like that?â
It was now your turn to nod silently, a soft hum leaving your mouth as you pressed a quick kiss into his skin as you settled into a slumber.
2017
You had been pottering about your flat most of the morning, doing a deep clean of the place before you were supposed to be heading to meet the boys for Sunday dinner. Your boyfriend of nearly a year Michael, once again opting out of spending time with you and your family, claiming he had better things to be doing that sitting about and listening to the boys talk about what they had been getting up to in the studio again.
Personally you think it was because George let slip last time Michael could actually be bothered to join you all for a drink, that he had slept with you in a drunken ramble, much to the dismay of your boyfriend, your brother and yourself. And Michael didnât take too fondly to the fact you were still close with George after the confession.
You were in the middle of folding the last bit of the washing that you had dumped on your bed when your phone pinged with a text from Hann.
âDid you get a letter in the post this week? xâ
âI get a lot of stuff in the post Ads! Off who? xâ
âMatty xâ
The moment you saw his name, your heart got stuck in your throat. None of you had heard from him since he he had left, something to do with his recovery. So the thought of contact from him had you dropping your phone on the bed and rushing from your room, shouting at Michael about the post you had received this week. Only receiving a mumble from him about the fire place; had you dashing to the living room, where you rifled through the post sat on top of the mantelpiece.Â
There slotted in between this months Rolling Stone subscription and a local take away menu was a white envelope addressed to you.Â
A Barbados post mark sitting in the top right corner.
Dropping the rest of the mail on the coffee table, you rushed back to your bedroom, locking the door immediately before sitting at the edge of your bed and taking in Mattyâs scrawl of a penmanship. Running your fingers over the ink; your mind flashed back to that day.Â
The day you realised he wasnât okay.Â
How completely out of it he was as you watched him at their last festival gig of the iliwys tour cycle. How utterly miserable he looked as he threw himself about the stage, looking just the shadow of the man you knew and loved.
You knew something wasnât right as you watched from the side of stage with their manager Jamie. George ever the professional, had even broke his concentration bubble to catch your eye several times during their festival set, worry set in his features.Â
The way your gentle giant walked straight up to you, stopped in front of you and just by the look in your eyes. Your face never one to hide your emotions. George wrapped his arm around you and without a single word, the pair of you knew you had to speak to the other boys about it. You needed to talk to him.
The night of the intervention. The way he screamed and shouted at you all. He admitted to using but he didnât do it quietly. The way Ross stepped in front of you in defence when he swore at you. Hannâs hand wrapped tightly around your own, Georgeâs hand squeezing your shoulder in support as your brown eyes glossed over as you took in the man in front of you. He wasnât your Matty and you hated looking at him like this.Â
You didnât want to look at him at all and it broke your heart.
Slipping your finger into the envelope you finally tore it open, slipping out several pages of paper. You werenât sure how long you were holding them before you actually unfolded them but it felt like a lifetime of contemplating before you managed to finally take a deep breath and compose yourself enough to read his words.
âDarling,
As part of my recovery, Iâve been tasked to write a letter to everyone Iâve hurt and yours is the last one Iâve got to write. Not because you mean the least to me. Quite the opposite. Yours has been the hardest to write. Harder than Gabby. My Mam, Dad & Louis & the boys because you mean the absolute world to me.Â
This is actually the third time Iâve attempted to write this. Admitting that Iâve hurt you is one of the hardest things Iâve ever done. You know what Iâm like, Iâm a stubborn twat at the best of times but I needed to do this because you deserve this apology probably the most.
Youâve never once judged me and the fucked up things I do when Iâm on one. Since we were kids youâve stuck by my side, defended me when I really didnât deserve it and loved me endlessly from the sidelines and Iâve definitely not deserved your love but you gave me it anyway.
Do you remember that time we were on tour in 2014 and I was fucked up on coke for god knows how many days in a row and you couldnât even be in the same room as me that day on the bus when I was on that god awful come down on the way to North Carolina?
Yet you still didnât say no when I selfishly came crawling to your bunk to interrupt your peace and quiet with my tail between my legs, asking to come lie with you. You could have told me to piss off but you didnât, you let me squish myself into your bunk and your arms and let me sleep off my hangover in your arms without complaining once. I would have complained but you didnât, you let me and my cold hands snake their way into your personal space like I hadnât gotten on your last nerve just ten minutes prior.Â
Iâm quite a selfish person. You my darling are the most selfless person I know and I donât deserve the good grace youâve given me time and time again. Especially seeing as I dragged you along for the ride and then youâve had to babysit me because I canât control myself when it comes to drugs and showing off because I want everyone to like me.
You could have taken the tough love route, told me Iâm a big fuck up and judged me for my drug use and tried to get me to stop (which probably would have have had the opposite effect out of defiance) but you didnât. You silently kept an eye on me and made sure I didnât end up killing myself. Until I took it too far.
Iâve seen you look at me with distaste over the years. Yet nothing compares to the way you looked at me that day you guys staged your intervention. I didnât think you guys had noticed. I thought me and Miss H had this great big secret going on and I didnât want to let any of you guys in on it because it would ruin what we had.
Yet you know me better than anyone. You and George both just knew that day. Of course you did. Youâre my best friends. But you donât know how happy I am the four of you staged that intervention and told me I needed to get my shit together.
When I think about the way I lashed out at you. The way your big brown eyes that usually sparkle with mischief when weâre with each other, glossed over as you just stood and took it and didnât even raise your voice at me once. I can feel the lump in my throat tighten as I write this.
I deserved it you know. I deserved whatever fury was bubbling inside you because I was a class A cunt that day! Iâm truly surprised Ross didnât knock my head off and I wouldnât have blamed him either if he had done!
Iâm just so glad you did something because the thought of losing every single one of you shatters my soul so much, I would cease to exist without you.
I could sit here and write down the list of all things Iâm sorry for but physically we donât have the time or enough paper! But you should know that I am.
Iâm sorry.Â
For everything.
Iâm doing okay. The best Iâve been in a long time. The only way being here might get better is if you were here too.
I donât deserve your forgiveness. But Iâm begging for it because the thought of you hating me and not being able to trust me anymore kills me.
You really an angel on this earth.
I donât deserve you.
I love you.
Yours Matthew x
p.s I cannot wait to be reunited with your tits! Iâve missed them!
You let out a chortled laugh as you read through the last line of the letter. Your hands quickly making their way to your face as you wiped the tears that were streaming from your face. The cuffs of your hoodie wet from where youâve tried to stop the flow of tears. Pressing the letter to your chest, you took a few deep breaths to try compose yourself before you left the confinements of your bedroom.
Hurriedly shoving the letter into your handbag, so there was no chance Michael could stumble across your letter. He didnât like Matty as it was, you didnât want to give him ammunition to say anything. You grabbed your car keys and rushed out of the house without a word to your boyfriend and heading straight to Hannâs.
2020
You had broken up with Michael.
The red flags should have been there from the start really. He always had less than nice words to say about you and your relationships with the boys. He didnât have a lot of nice things to say in general but you were blinded by love and the man he was when you first met that you didnât see the red flags being waved right in front of your face until your heart (and self confidence) were already broken.
Your brother didnât like Michael, he thought there was something off about him from the off but you put it down to Ross doing his job as your big brother but his opinion didnât waver once in the four years you were together. George never liked how possessive he was and the fact he became even more so and tried to stop you from speaking to him after he found out about your night together. Which just fyi happened three years prior to meeting him, so he (everyone) was flabbergasted as to why he was so bothered! Hann. Your sweet angel of a bestie had even voiced how he didnât like him and he was never one to be rude which should have also been a clue you were dating a dickhead.
Then there was Matty. Matty hated him. The feelings were mutual. Michael had told you plenty of times over your four years together that he hated your best friend but he would never tell you why. Matty told you it was because âhe was a twat who didnât deserve youâ. You were obliged to agree because that mother fucker cheated on you!
Multiple women across the last two years of your relationship.Â
To say you were stunned was an understatement yet it somehow made sense and fell into place so easily when you thought about it all. Yet that didnât make it hurt any less. But a friend of yours sending you the evidence whilst you were on the last night of the UK tour was the final nail in the coffin that was your shitty relationship with him.
You werenât sure who wanted to kill him more. Your brother? Matty? Or George? The three of them were raging amongst one another at their after party which should have been a celebration whilst Hann sat with his arms wrapped around you as you cried to him and Carly. You didnât think anything would make you feel better apart from getting obliterated with your favourite people and forgetting about Michael and the impending doom that was about to be bestowed upon the entire world.
Matty was your saving grace.
Asked you to move in, without even hesitating. Naturally you said yes, sitting in your flat all by yourself whilst you cried over your douchebag of an ex during lockdown did not sound appealing to you. It was giving âEmma Pilssbury crying to Celine Dion in her car from Gleeâ and you werenât quite ready to hit that stage of your breakup depression just yet.
Two weeks turned into two months and then four months of lockdown but quite frankly you had never been happier. Living with Matty again, surprisingly was just as good the second time round if not easier. Except this time you werenât poor, your kitchen roof wasnât leaking and there was a 95% less drug taking which made your life a whole lot less stressful.
It was just easy with him. At some point whilst the world stood still, Matty and Tahliah broke up and then it really just was you two; doing your washing, fighting over whoâs turn it was to use their club card during the weekly shop at Tesco and raising his (both of yourâs) new dog, Mayhem.
The two of you had been getting ready to move into a studio tomorrow with George after four months of just the two of you playing house, the pair of them just itching to get back to work. You were aware that Matty had been writing already but you knew it would be full steam now Notes had been released and you wanted to make use of the time you had left just the two of you.
Only because you knew as soon as you got your hands on George. That was it! Not a chance Matty was getting any attention. You had missed your big friendly giant more than anything and you knew from your FaceTime with him last night whilst you couldnât sleep that he was more than excited to see you too.
All three of you were sunbathing in the garden. Mayhem by your side as the two of you soaked up some much needed sun. The heatwave the UK was currently in the middle of was doing wonders for your skin. You had been lying in silence for the past thirty minutes, a book covering your face to block out the sun as you tried to read. Mattyâs head in your lap as you presumed he was napping when you suddenly felt him turn over in your lap, now on his side and looking up at you.
Lifting the book ever so slightly, so you could peek underneath at him, you cocked an eyebrow as he watched you with a gentle gaze. âYes?â Your tone rich with sarcasm as you stared back at him. âAnything actually going through that pretty head of yours Healy? What you thinking about?â
âUs.â
âUs?â You laughed. âWhat about us?â
âYou remember my eighteenth birthday?â He asked; peering up at you with a soft smile.
âThe party?â Matty nodded. âI remember Ross stopping me from getting with Max! Remember him? I was gutted!â You laughed. âWhy?â
âYou know thatâs not what I meant?â Matty frowned slightly as he pouted at you.
âOf course I do.â You put your book down, your hands automatically reaching for what was left of his curls,âWhat about it?â
âYou ever think about it?â
âSometimes. Think weâve done a fantastic job at keeping it from my brother! Especially with your big gob!â You smiled down at him as you ran your hand through his curls gently.
âFunny!â He sent a glare your way, causing you to laugh loudly at his attempt to be intimidating.Â
âWhatâs got you thinking about that kiss from a million years ago anyway?â
âWanking material.â He somehow managed to say without cracking smile.
It was your turn to shoot him a glare at his crudeness. It wasnât long though until he was grinning up at you from his place in your lap. You pushed his head away from you in fake annoyance. God you couldnât stand him sometimes!
âOhh come on darling. I hear you sometimes! We all do it, youâve got to think of something!â Matty tried to lighten the mood.
âYeah I think about Gâs 23rd birthday.â You smirked. Your vibrator was good but it wasnât George. You couldnât remember the last time you had a good orgasm and thinking it might have been before Michael makes you want to cry. Your confession/kind of a joke caused the grin to fall from his face and you almost felt bad, knowing he doesnât want to hear about the incredible night you had with George because if anyone asked him, he absolutely did not want to relive it.
âIâm joking!â Your hand reached for his curls again. âSeriously though, whatâs got you reminiscing about it. Itâs been a long time.â
âJust thinking about how much I love you is all.â His confession made you stop. âWhat would have happened if weâd said fuck it and we ended up together.â
âI donât think Ross would have been too happy. You saw how mad he got about G!â You laughed nervously as you thought about stopping your brother from knocking his band mate out.
âHeâd have gotten over it.â Matty was now leaning up on his arms, leaning forward to press a light kiss to your bikini clad torso before pressing several kisses in quick succession up your stomach until he was hovering over your chest and looking down at your face. âIf we were happy, heâd have been happy. You know he would have been.â
His actions made you hold your breath. It being strangely intimate and probably the most intimate youâd been since you were teenagers. You wondered if he was actually going to kiss you again but he just looked down at you fondly.
âYou know Iâd do anything for you right?â You nodded. âYouâre one of the only people who makes me truly happy. Iâd literally go too far just you have you near. Iâd go blind just to see you!â
You rolled your eyes at the dramatics of his statement but the sweet sentiment made you smile, you reached up to hold the side of his face in your hands. Your thumb sweeping over the apple of his left cheek. The pair of you just basking in the warmth of the sun and each other. Unsure how long you hadnât said anything, Matty broke the silence in the most Matty way.
âLiterally anything you need. Iâve got you for life sweetheart. A cuppa? A joint? An orgasm? Iâm your man!âÂ
A chortle left your mouth as he cheekily beamed down at you, waiting for what he knew would be a somewhat sarcastic response. He didnât realise heâd really set himself up for what you were about to say.
âDonât worry Iâm good. Iâm seeing G tomorrow!â
The way his eyes narrowed at you made you cackle even louder as he finally jumped up off you, to walk back inside without another word. âIâm sorry!â You laughed. âI promise not to shag George when I see him. Iâm good with my vibrator I promise!â You manage to sputter out through your laughter. âStick the kettle on whilst youâre in there love.â You shouted after him.
Matty threw you the middle finger over his shoulder which made you laugh even more as he went though the back door, Mayhem hot on his heels; knowing fine well he was going to put the kettle on and make you a brew just how you liked it because for as long as he can remember heâs never been able to say no to you and he didnât think heâd ever will.
2023
The 1975 in Show and Concert was possibly your favourite tour that youâd been apart of with the boys. There was an accumulative of factors; the fact you werenât the only girl on tour this time round, Carly had joined Adam with their son and Charli had come to as many shows as her own schedule permitted. You also had a little part to play at Matthewâs request (obviously!) donned in a white lab coat, you brought Matty a hot honey and lemon on stage every night and pottered about with the rest of the crew, making sure your brother and the rest of the band were all good before slipping off to watch the rest of the show from backstage.
Or it could have been that you and Matty were closer than ever. Ever since lockdown and the pair of you had been living together, everything seemed so simple that since restrictions were lifted, you just carried on living together. I think when George removed the last box of things from your old flat to take to Mattyâs did it for him, that he just shook his head with a laugh.Â
âYou guys really are an old married couple!â He chuckled; slamming the boot close and jumping in the car before you could get a word in edgeways.
He wasnât wrong, you guys did essentially everything together apart from have sex. Not that you hadnât thought about it. Somewhere between moving into the studio with him and George and then your brother and Hann joining them to start recording their fifth studio album. You hadnât shagged anyone in over a year and there was only so many times you could use your vibrator before you got bored and there wasnât a catâs chance in hell you were ordering a new toy to the studio because Matty didnât have boundaries and absolutely would have opened it before you could even get the chance to get your hands on it.
You had also promised after day one; after one too many jokes and essentially mounting George at any given moment just to have him near you that you wouldnât sleep with him. Even though a repeat of his birthday from seven years prior was literally so so temping to you! So what the hell were you going to do? The thought of dating apps made you want to vomit and hanging about bars really didnât seem that appealing.
But Matty being Matty; was being overly affectionate one night after one too many glasses of red after a show, had the two of you giggling like teenagers and wondering if the two of you had gotten better at kissing since Mattyâs 18th. Curiosity getting the better of the both of you, had you surging towards one another in a flurry of horniness after the kiss, was how you found yourself straddling his lap and snogging him like your life depended on it! Until you physically had to pull away to get your breath back and a rush of sense flashed through your brain. The two of you went to bed separately.
Neither of you spoke about it again.
Nor did you ever think about how the two of you were always drawn to each other no matter what shit storm was going on around you until now. You were just tying up the end of the UK leg of the tour, you and the band were in Ireland and Jamie had just told you that *The Scum* were running a horrendous article about Matty. This had in turn resulted in an argument after their penultimate show between the boys.Â
You knew he did things in the heat of the moment whilst heâs on stage or says shit without thinking and it comes to bite him in the arse almost every time but heâd never do what theyâre accusing him of on purpose.
But seeing your brother hurt by Mattyâs stupid actions; the repercussions for not just himself but for the rest of the band, your brother, yourself just by association. It was enough for you to step in, in defence of your brother. He came before everyone else, every single time.
This you didnât realise; had as big of an effect until you were stood frozen on stage in front of your brother, Matty in between you and Ross. Apologising to him, crying in front of thousands of people. How Ross hadnât broke the facade and took him in his arms was beyond you because your brotherâs face was currently blurry to you and he was stood a foot in front of you. Tears filled your brown eyes and were threatening to spill as Matty let his vulnerable side show in front of everyone. Something he never does.
You had done so well until he apologised once more; removing his hand from Rossâs arm and reaching behind him blindly to grab on to you. The tears automatically fell; the action enough to make Ross twitch in an ache to comfort you. Something he couldnât do until the band had come off stage at the end of consumption.
After the final song of tour; the boys usually head on out for the after party. Tonight you had Matty back at the hotel in your room on his knees and begging for you.Â
Begging for you to not leave him. Begging for you not to move out. Begging for you to stay by his side. Begging for you to still love him.
You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked down at the man in front of you; on his knees as his hands grasped at your legs, pulling you close as he hugged you as physically close as possible as he sobbed against your legs. Instinctively you reached for his curls, running your fingers through them softly.
âBaby. Look at me.â The softness of his curls tickled your thighs as he stayed pressed against you. âMatthew. Darling look at me.âÂ
You managed to loosen his grip enough to slide down on to your knees in front of him, taking a hold of his face in your hands as you eyes flitted across his face, smiling softly at him as he tried to calm himself down.
âI canât lose you. I canât lose any of you.â He shook his head, curls flying in front of his face. âBut I canât lose you darling. I canât.â
âMatthew. Look at me. Why do you think youâre going to lose me? Youâre never going to lose me. Youâre kinda stuck with me!â You laughed. âAnd even if I decided to fuck off, my brother being your bassist kind of means Iâm stuck with you anyway.â The grip on his face got tighter as his hands reached up to hold on to your wrists.
âBut last nightâŠâ
âRoss and I just want you to use your brain sometimes before you do stupid shit! Youâve not lost either of us. I promise.â
âPromise?â
Your heart jumped into your throat at the swell of tears in his eyes and his lip quiver.
âLife. Thatâs how long youâve got me for Healy. Promise.â As soon as you stopped speaking; Matty threw himself at you, arms around your neck and squeezing you so tightly you nearly stopped breathing. âThank you. Thank you. Thank youâ Being repeated in your ear over and over as you squeezed him back, pressing your lips to the side of his face in consecutive kisses until he abruptly pulled away. Eyes red and looking at you so softly you thought he was going to cry again.
âI love you.â
âI love you too. You know I do.â You smiled at him warmly.
âNo. Itâs always been you.â He said as he reached for your hands and it felt like you had been hit in the chest. The sting of tears trickling up your face and threatening to fill your eyes as you silently took him in. You went to open your mouth but nothing came out.
âI know I always talk too much but just listen to me. I love you. Since we were kids I reckon, I was just too chicken to ever do anything. When you kissed me on my 18th birthday. When you saw I needed help, you saved my life sending me to rehab. Every day, I thought about getting home to you. Itâs what got me through every day. You make me a better man darling. When you take my shit when I donât deserve it. When you make me a brew in the morning just how I like it. When you roll me a joint when you realise Iâm too tense and in my head without me even having to ask. When you tell me to shut the fuck up before a situation escalates. When we go to big Tesco and walk the dog or do all the washing together. I fucking live for that shit because itâs with you. Fuck Iâve been writing songs about you for the past decade! You are intertwined with every era of this band sweetheart. I mean 60% of the last album is about you! â He chuckled softly.
âWhat?â Managed to escape you in a gasp.
âCome on sweetheart. Some of this music has literally been out for ten years!â
âI - Just never - Why have you never said anything before now?â Your voice horse with frustration.
âI love your brother too much. But thinking Iâd lost the two of you, just made me think fuck it. You deserve to know. You need to know.â Matty shrugged casually.
âThatâs stupid.â Your deadpan tone, stunning him silent.
âSorry?â
âWasnât it you that said to me that if Ross knew I was happy. That we were happy he wouldnât care. Heâd have gotten over it? And youâve just subliminally been telling me you love me through music this entire time?â
âYes?âÂ
You cocked an eyebrow at his hesitation, the questioning tone as your eyes flit across his handsome features. Cheeks tinged with pink due to his tears, his chest falling up and down rapidly at his confession as he awaited you answer. You still didnât say anything, thinking about how to respond until you found the perfect response.
Surging forward you pushed your lips against Mattyâs. Hands reaching for the curls you loved so much. Waiting for him to reciprocate felt like a life time but your Matthew was well equipped in the art of kissing you back so realistically it was 0.2 seconds after he had gotten over the shock.
You kissed him over and over again, not wanting to stop the feeling of how your lips moved against his, how his tongue felt against yours. You felt like you were on fire, he was intoxicating. He always was but fuck was he more than ever. Finally finding the strength to untangle yourself from him, chests heaving as you both got oxygen back in your lungs you said the words, the way heâd been wishing to hear for the past sixteen years.
âI love you too.â
When he was finally seen in public two days later on the eve of their Gorilla gig in Manchester. The fans noticed Matty was in higher spirits than he had been two days prior when his breakdown was caught on camera. You had been nervous to tell your brother but Ross claimed he already knew Matty was in love with you, he was just waiting to see if heâd actually grow some balls or not! Then he hugged you so tightly and whispered he was happy for the both of you, which in turn had you and Matty crying backstage in their green room as you found yourself in a 1975 sandwich!Â
You donât think you had seen Matty look so happy on stage in a long time. He loved touring but it was gruelling but seeing him on stage in this tiny venue with his best friends and his girl watching and waiting for him side stage. He couldnât stop beaming. The fans noticed, the comments already flying in online about him. They increased tenfold when he jumped offstage, not waiting the ten second walk backstage before kissing you like his life depended on it.
The blurry picture of Matty holding your jaw in his hands as he kissed you in the shadows of the stage was on a 1975 update account within minutes.
Captioned: If you know you know. Finally đ€
You were obliged to agree.
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Bullies
This is a point that I have seen addressed a little by fans but never by the series. Ansson seriously disturbs me as a bully. Let's start by considering ages.
Here, I have a headcanon of Dagur being 18 or 19 at the oldest (mostly 18). There are multiple reasons I feel this, but the short version is that he had the typical experience of an 18-year-old. Instead of going to college, he was "pushed out the nest" by being given the responsibility of being chief. He was still viewed as a kid by the older Vikings (even getting called "boy" by Alvin), which I feel is something older teenagers can understand. It's like he was technically an adult and wanted to be treated as one, but no one else saw him that way. Another reason is this:
In 3 years, he looks extremely different. Like the Riders, he has a complete makeover. He's more muscular and he's trying to grow a beard (however badly. Poor thing). Overall, he looks older. This is different from the older characters since older people naturally age slower than adolescents. So, I think he wouldn't have had such a drastic physical change had he not been so young. Therefore, I think he is 21 in RTTE and probably just looks a bit older with bags under his eyes and everything because of his time spent in prison. This might seem unrelated, but I now present Ansson.
Can anyone truthfully say that he looks younger than 30? Another detail is a subtle one used in the show. Older characters like Stoick, Viggo, etc. have accents outside of America whereas the younger characters don't. The only exception are people from other lands like the Wing Maidens and Defenders. It's an indirect way of making viewers relate to the leads more since they can have something in common with them. Dagur has an American accent, but Ansson doesn't. Truthfully, I think Ansson is older than 30, but let's be generous. If he is 30 and if Dagur is at his oldest at 22, there is an 8 year difference between them. Bullying anyone is wrong, but it becomes particularly cruel when your target is so much younger than you. On top of this, I bring in my final image:
A tattoo of Dagur's face with a fist on top. This not only indicates the violent nature of the bullying but is also highly unsettling. There is never a line about this. Still, think about the mindset required to tattoo someone you dislike enough to bully onto yourself. This is not just talking badly about someone. It's more than a bully who pushes people in a locker. Ansson has two tattoos. One is of Dagur and the other is of the Scauldron/Thunderbeast. What do they both have in common? They're both Ansson's obsessions. I wish more people spoke about this, but there is something deeply wrong about it existing. At some point, someone should have stepped in - namely Oswald. I think this got dismissed because Dagur is Dagur and he knows how to handle himself. This is true, but as a child, it's not fair for him to have this Viking who is significantly older have an unhealthy obsession with him that led to physically and verbally abusive behavior. So little is known about Dagur's past. This is one of many areas I would like to explore.
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Blue Lock Boarding School AU [Part 1]
Synopsis: Because your father is the principal of a soccer boarding school, you have no other choice than to attend it. Despite that, you're not part of any of the school's soccer teams, which makes your schoolmates wonder why you're even there.
Characters in this part: Isagi, Kaiser, Ness (he doesn't say anything, tho)
Me? Another writing series? Yes. This idea has been sitting in my head for a while and thanks to @youngstrawberry69 I'm finally writing this!!
Tags: gn!reader, reader is Ego's kid (+Ego is older than in canon so him having a teenager kid make sense), Kaiser is an ass (everybody act surprised)
You never really got a chance to decide if you wanted to attend Blue Lock or not. Well, it's not like you ever had any other school in mind anyways. At least that's something you didn't have to worry about. Being the principal's kid comes with its advantages anyways. But also disadvantages.
Everyone knows you're the principal's child. You'd expect that to make them interested in becoming friends with you, but it's the opposite. For some reason, the other students are either intimidated by you or they have an irrational disliking to you. Even now, after weeks, you've never been approached by anyone. And the few times you did try to talk to other students, the conversations were either incredibly awkward or you were straight up ignored.
You simply gave up on trying to find friends at Blue Lock. Everyone is focused on their own ego anyways, so you decided you should as well. You got used to it quickly to some extend, but the feeling of loneliness remains in you.
In the recent days you've noticed a particular student has been eyeing you more and more often. Yoichi Isagi. But because you're aware of the way everyone at this school views you, you don't think much of it. It's not like he'd ever approach you to talk, right? No one ever does.
While you're walking through the hallway, lost in your thoughts, you suddenly hear footsteps getting closer and closer to you. Not the type of footsteps that sound like someone wants to walk past you, these are the type of footsteps when someone is approaching you.
For some reason, you thought it would be Isagi. Maybe you even hoped it would be him. But no, it's Michael Kaiser. Someone you've heard a lot of not so good things about. And of course, he's accompanied by Alexis Ness.
"Look who we've got here. All alone as always." Kaiser says in a condescending tone before he lets out a short chuckle. He opens his mouth to continue talking, but you've decided to ignore him and speed up your steps to escape his presence.
But Kaiser isn't having any of that. "Where do you think you're going?" He grans your wrist to prevent you from walking away.
"What do you want?" The annoyance in your voice is obvious, but Kaiser ignores it.
"Oh, I just wanted to talk to you." He pulls his hand away form your wrist and gets a step closer. "You know, there's a question I've always wanted to ask you."
"What do you want to know? Just get over with it." Even though Kaiser does intimidate you a fair bit, you try not to show it. You don't want him to feel as if he has any power over you.
"Well, I've just been wondering, why aren't you in any of the school's soccer teams? Aren't you the principal's kid? Shouldn't that make you a prodigy? But you're out here with no talent at all."
It's really hard ot not get provoked by Kaiser's words and the stupid smirk on his face. "This is none of your business." You get ready to walk away once again, but quickly notice Ness is standing in your way to prevent you from leaving.
"So you admit you have no talent?" Kaiser laughs mockingly. "Just leave this school already. Why are you here if you suck at soccer?"
"Leave (Y/N) alone!" A somewhat familar voice yells from the other side of the hallway. Familar enough to recognize you've heard him before, but not enough to know who it is. But apparently, he knows who you are. Well, almost everyone in this school does.
Kaiser's tone and expression quickly change to annoyance. "What do you want now?"
By now, the voice has turned out to belong to Isagi. He ran over to you and looks as if he's ready to fight Kaiser. "Leave them alone." He repeats while trying to push Kaiser away.
"Ugh." Kaiser rolls his eyes and takes a step back. "Come on Ness, we're leaving. My next class is about to start anyways." Ness quickly walks over to Kaiser and both of them are about to leave, but not before Kaiser turns around to face you and Isagi one last time. Although, he doesn't say anything. He just looks at you with the most condescening gaze he can do before he walks off.
"Are you alright?" Isagi wants to know as soon as the other two are gone. "Did he hurt you or anything?" The concern in his voice is genuinely surprising to you.
"No no, I'm alright. He just tried to talk me down." You let out a nervous laugh. "Thank you for your help, though."
A soft smile appears on Isagi's face before he continues talking. "No need to thank me, (Y/N). It's not like I could have left you with Kaiser like that."
You nod in response, but now you're about to get to the part of the conversation where everything gets awkward. There's nothing you have to say anymore and it'd be too weird to just walk away like that. But luckily, Isagi continues.
"Is it okay if I call you by your first name? Or would you rather be addressed with your last name?" It's clear that he feels a little bad for not asking about that earlier.
"(Y/N) is fine. Honestly it'd feel weird if you addressed me with my last name. You know, because of my dad ." You let out a short giggle, suddenly feeling more comfortable because of the care Isagi shows towards you.
"I already thought it would be like that, just wanted to make sure." Isagi stops talking for a moment, but you don't respond yet because he looks like he's trying to find the right words to continue.
"I always see you on your own. Do you not have any friends here?" He asks after a few moments.
You shake your head while another nervous laugh escapes you. "To be honest, no."
"Well, you look like you could need one." Isagi places his hand on your shoulder and looks right into your eyes. "How about I'll be your friend?"
In a matter of seconds, there's a bright smile on your face. "I'd love that."
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I have so many feelings about the first Hunt and itâs aftermath from 2x08 & 09! Apologies for the word-vomit below this.
I never thought it would happen, but dare I say, Travis has become one of my favorite characters this season.
As an older sibling, I was right there with Travis these last two episodes. His guilt and grief in Storyteller hit very close to home for me and I just.
Right after the crash, everyone looked to Travis to take care of Javi, even when he was still trying to process the fact that he had just watched his father fall out of a fucking plane. He dug up his fatherâs rotting corpse in order to get a ring to help Javi grieve and remember their dad. He spent months walking 7 miles in every direction every day looking for Javi. And after all that, Javi still died. Not only did Travis lose his father, but now heâs lost his brother for the SECOND TIME. To make it worse, Javi was safe, he wasnât picked! But then Travis decided to protect Natalie, and from the looks of it, he was ready to take her place; he threw himself in front of the door behind her and stood with a knife at his throat (for the second time oh my god these girls). I missed it before, but Travis looked to Javi and whispered his name after the Hunt went after Nat, he asked Javi to protect Natalie when he couldnât. And doesnât that make it so much worse? Up until then, Javi had been running away from the violence. Travis asked him to step up and take care of Natalie, someone they both grew to love. Javi became just like his big brother, and he died for it.
Side note: Travis is a better man than me because if that was my sister trust and believe Iâd have done more than send them on a guilt trip, even if I was starving!! Not to soft quote Queen Ramonda here but HAS HE NOT GIVEN EVERYTHING?! His dad died while helping the girls put on their oxygen masks during the crash, Javi died so that the rest of them wouldnât starve. His whole family died saving the Yellowjackets! Ben didnât eat Jackie OR Javi and heâs still alive and kicking and burning down cabins, our girls SICK AND TWISTED (said with love). Even in the Donner Party, they made sure they ate in separate groups so that families would not have to eat each other or watch as their loved ones were eaten.
Anyway, Iâve seen a lot of people harping on Travis for telling Van that they should all be ashamed of what they did, and god it makes me so upset. Yâall can excuse hunting your friends and cannibalism but not a grieving teenage boy lashing out after the murder of his little brother??!! Like, the first thing Travis did when he saw his brotherâs body was try to untie his hands because heâs not an animal heâs just a kid, and then cradled him like a baby, only to have his body taken from him moments later to be dismembered and butchered.
As the youngest of the survivors, Javi was someone who, by normal conventions, should have been protected by the rest of the group. Of course Travis needs them to be ashamed of what they did, he blames himself for Javiâs death just as much as he does then, if not more!! Travis was supposed to protect him and he failed him!!
I understand that Travis is not a fan favorite by a long shot and Van is one of the most popular characters in the show, which might be skewing the perception of this scene a bit, but I think the people who are dunking on Travis here are missing the point a little? Yes, Van gave him some brutal honesty and was well within her rights to do so. However!! Travis also gets to be pissed at the Yellowjackets. The fact is: they absolutely SHOULD be ashamed, but theyâre not. They fully COULD HAVE saved Javi, but they didnât. Javi was not the one who drew the card, but he died anyway. Why was Javiâs life worth less than Lottieâs, who might have died on her own? Because they liked her more? Because he was more expendable? No matter how much you justify it, Javi did not NEED to die. None of it was fair. Thatâs the point, thatâs the tragedy of it all!
Lottie Matthews really dropped the thesis of the show: âIs there a difference?â
It doesnât matter if there was some supernatural entity out there who âchoseâ Javi to die, it would have happened anyway. Itâs much easier to stand by and watch a boy drown than to do the killing yourself. They were starving, he was there. Even if the Wilderness chose, the Yellowjackets chose, too.
Circling back a bit, I also want to talk about the difference between the two instances of cannibalism on this show: how theyâre similar and different.
When Shauna and Travis discover their loved ones bodies (both frozen might I add), they assume very similar positions, kneeling by their heads and touching their faces. Both of their deathâs were caused by the collective inaction of the rest of the group. The person who takes the first bite was the person who loved them most, thus giving permission to the others to eat and spurring on the feeding frenzy.
Jackie was an accident, Javi was on purpose. When Shauna found Jackie, she screamed and was in denial, trying to shake her awake. Travis was almost completely silent, only whispering âIâm sorryâ and cradling Javiâs head in his lap. They held onto Jackieâs frozen corpse for months so Shauna could grieve her, but they took Javi away from Travis after what couldnât have been more than a few minutes. They ate Jackie whole like vultures, but they butchered Javi like an animal. The process of eating Jackie took a long time, almost three months from her death to consumption. Hell, she was slow roasted. With Javi though, âit all happened so fastâ he was dead, cleaned, and eaten all within a few hours.
Shauna ate Jackieâs ear first. Jackie was driven into the cold by Shaunaâs words. Travis ate Javiâs heart first. Javi went after Natalie because Travis loved her and because he loved Travis.
Iâve seen people say that the progression to the Hunt was too sudden and a result of bad writing but Iâm going to have to disagree! Just from the parallels between Jackie and Javiâs deaths alone you can tell these writers know their shit. The Hunt has been teased since Doomcoming back in S1, the bloodthirsty side to the Yellowjackets has long been set up (Not!Tai eating Jackieâs face, Misty pushing Crystal, Shauna beating up Lottie). All season, we have seen various characters talking about eating another person multiple times (Misty and Crystal with the bone broth, Gen and Melissa about Crystalâs body, Mari and Misty both threatening Coach Ben), so theyâve had cannibalism on the brain for a while before they decided to Hunt. Iâd go so far as to say the first signs of the Hunt were back in 1x01 with the girls icing out Allie for the greater good so they could win nationals. Them shunning Jackie solidified that the Yellowjackets were more than comfortable singling out and dehumanising one of their own, so long as the rest of the group deemed it necessary.
Cannibalism also is probably one of those things that gets easier the more you do it? Like they definitely would have Hunted and eaten Travis during Doomcoming if they had already taken the first step into cannibalism before then. Once they ate Jackie, all bets were off. The Wilderness ârefusingâ to let Lottie die was just a convenient excuse, they were hurdling headfirst into hunting their friends for sport looooong before then.
All this to say the Season 2 finale destroyed me and these are only Some of my thoughts about it. Iâm not even TOUCHING the Natalie stuff yet.
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Eternally Mine, Chapter 14
âI think Iâm still stuffed from yesterdayâs meal, I donât know how Iâll fit in another one today.â Claire groaned as she fell flat on the bed, waiting for Loki to button up his shirt.
âIâm sure youâll manage once you get a sniff of dadâs Christmas dinner. Itâs amazing.â Loki grinned.
âOh I am looking forward to it, youâve talked it up so much.â Claire said. 'I'm just not promising that I won't fall into a food coma afterwards.'
âIâm really honoured that you wanted to spend Christmas with me yesterday, instead of with your parents and Louise.â Loki said as he finished buttoning up his shirt.
âOf course I wanted to spend it with you. Our first Christmas together, just the two of us. Iâm glad your dad was happy to have us today instead of yesterday.â Claire said as she rolled onto her side to watch Lokiâs devilish fingers folding down his collar.
âDad tends to prefer going all out on Boxing Day, says Christmas Day is for relaxing and doing nothing. He will have gotten a Chinese takeaway last night, I know it.â Loki chuckled.
âFair enough. Heâs probably had enough from dealing with you as a kid on Christmas day anyway.â Claire smirked and sat up.
âCheeky.â Loki growled at her.
âItâs a shame Louise isnât coming back until New Years. It wouldâve been nice if sheâd been able to join us too.â
âI know, but I bet sheâs delighted sheâs managed to get home for Christmas this year.â Loki smiled.
âYeah, she is.â Claire nodded.
âThough Chris is going to be a nightmare today, I can just feel it in my bones.â Loki huffed.
âWhat makes you say that?â Clarie frowned.
âWell, Louise wonât be there. So heâs bound to be in a pouty mood in the first place. Heâs going to be a pain in the ass, mark my word.â
âIâm sure he wonât be too bad.â Claire laughed.
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Loki was right. Chris was in a bit of a brooding mood, though still not as bad as he used to be before he and Loki reconciled. He was just a bit snippy before dinner now and then, making the others do a lot of eye-rolling. Though he was still much better to be around than he used to be.
Loki managed to escape for a short while to go help Lucius in the kitchen with the last preparations for dinner. Leaving Claire with Chris in the living room with some wine. Though she had hoped for a bit of alone time with him.
She reached into her bag and pulled out a photo album. Chris raised an eyebrow at her when she scooted across the sofa to sit right next to him, with the album on her lap.
âWhatâs this?â Chris asked.
âSome old photos I wanted to show you. Thought youâd like to see them.â Claire grinned and passed the album to him.
Chris put his wine down and curiously opened up the album. Claire saw his face light up instantly when he saw Louise in the picture. It was of her and Claire when they were teenagers, at Claireâs birthday party.
He slowly flicked through them and laughed at some of the goofy pictures.
âLouise had an emo phase, did she?â He chuckled.
âWasnât really a phase⊠I think if she hadnât met a certain someone, she likely would be looking quite different to how she is now.â Claire said quietly.
In the pictures for a good few years Louise had different colour hair or strips of various colours. She also had earrings and looked to wear a good amount of make-up, that she did really well.
Then there was a picture when they were a bit older, it was a family meal for what looked like Christmas. Though Louise didnât look quite the same, the sparkle in her eyes was gone and her hair was her natural brunette, she no longer had earrings in either or wore much make-up aside from a bit of foundation.
Chris noted that the guy sitting next to her at the table was blurred out.
âI love this photo because it was our last proper Christmas meal together, though for obvious reasons I needed to blur him outâŠâ Claire explained.
Chris flicked over the page and there were just two pictures left, though they both showed Louise not looking her happiest like in previous pictures. An underlying sadness.
âThe light in her eyes disappeared when he came into the pictureâŠâ Chris growled and closed the album.
âCertainly did⊠Though look at this.â Claire pulled her phone out and flicked through her photos, she showed Chris a picture she took of him with Louise at the Christmas ball. They were dancing and the picture clearly showed that sparkle back in her eyes.
Chris didnât realise that Claire had taken sneaky pictures of them dancing, but he adored the picture. The way Louise was looking up at him with her arms around his neck while they danced made his heart flutter.
Claire flicked to the next picture, one that he knew she took as she had them both pose together.
âYou can see her eyes are full of life again and the light is back when sheâs with you.â Claire smiled.
Chris swallowed a lump in his throat and the biggest smile spread over his face.
âWow, you managed to get him smiling, at last.â Loki teased as he walked into the room.
Chris glared at him and picked up his wine glass. âSeeing pictures of Louise, of course Iâm smiling.â He huffed at his brother.
âCome on through, dinner is ready to be served up.â Loki chuckled.
Everyone went through to the dining room and the smell was making Claireâs mouth water. More so when Lucius gave her her plate, it looked incredible.
âSorry Loki, you did a brilliant dinner yesterday but this looks to be even better.â Claire said as she picked up her cutlery to begin once Lucius sat down.
âIâll take second place as a win, because dadâs Christmas dinners are always fantastic. Like I said.â Loki said as he reached over to squeeze her knee.
During dinner they all chatted about what they got for Christmas and other various things. Though after they finished eating, the conversation turned a little heated.
âAt least there wonât be a hunt this time.â Loki said, when theyâd just been speaking about rogue vampires.
âWhat do you mean there wonât be a hunt?â Chris raised an eyebrow at him across the table.
âYou canât possibly be holding a hunt?â
âWhy wouldnât I? Itâs tradition.â
âYou already had one at Halloween, donât you think thatâs more than enough?â Loki argued.
âThat wasnât the proper hunt. Of course Iâm planning one.â Chris argued back.
âHave you told Louise this? What would she think?â Loki hissed at him.
âDo not bring my soulmate into this. She knows what I am and what I do.â Chris growled.
âSo, you have told her? That youâre going to be kidnapping innocent humans and tossing them into the woods so they have to run for their life, till theyâre caught by viscous vampires that will tear into them?â
âItâs not all going to be innocent humans there.â Chris snapped, trying to justify it.
âBoys, thatâs enough.â Lucius said firmly.
âNo, dad. Heâs being ridiculous if he thinks that Louise will just turn a blind eye at this. Right, Claire?â Lokiâs voice was getting higher and higher.
âDonât bring me into this.â Claire said as she sunk into her seat and tried to hide behind her glass of wine.
âIf you donât tell Louise, then I will.â Loki yelled at Chris.
âYou have no right to. I will tell her. Not that it will effect her, anyway.â
âOf course it will! It effects all of us vampires, plus our partners. What kind of message are you giving the hunters if they find out youâve kidnapped a bunch of innocent humans again? Thereâs always an influx of hunters that come here after the hunt. And itâs your fault, every damn time!â Loki shouted at him and slammed his fist down on the table.
âIâm outta here. I thought you were trying to accept me for me, but clearly not.â Chris snarled and stood up abruptly, the chair screeched across the floor behind him.
âThanks, Dad. It was lovely⊠Thank you, Claire, for showing me the pictures.â Chris said as softly as he could before he quickly downed the last of his wine and stormed out of the room.
When Loki, Claire and Lucius heard the front door slam shut, Claire and Lucius both groaned and face-palmed.
âYou couldnât have just avoided that subject for one day?â Lucius sighed and shook his head as he began gathering the dishes up.
âIt doesnât matter what day it is, heâs in the wrong.â Loki huffed and folded his arms over his chest.
âWe all know he is trying lately, but getting the hunt out of him is going to be a tough one.â Claire sighed, she was trying to be sympathetic to both. She understood where Loki was coming from, of course. Though she also knew that it wouldnât be easy for Chris to change his ways completely so soon.
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Chris was furious, he went for a fly around the city, looking for someone to bite. He eventually found one, a rogue hunter that was walking alone from a meal out. Not exactly an innocent human, though he didnât know for sure if the hunter was one that just went after bad vampires or not⊠but he couldnât wait any longer.
He swept down on the hunter and took her out easily and quickly, because she was intoxicated and unsuspecting. Though he still felt on edge and pissed off after the feed, it did help a little bit.
âIt needs to happen. Itâs tradition. Louise will understand, Iâm sure of it.â He said to himself as he paced back and fore over the hunterâs body. âWhat if Lokiâs right, though? What if she hates me for it?â
He growled in annoyance as he stopped and ran a hand through his hair.
âI hear youâre in a bit of a dilemma.â Came a familiar voice from behind him.
Chris turned around and narrowed his eyes at Toshi. âOf course youâd appear. If you donât mind, kindly fuck off. Iâve had enough of a lecture from my brother tonight.â He snapped.
Toshi folded her arms over her chest and shrugged. âIf you donât want to hear my plan to help your hunt go ahead, thatâs fine.â
She turned on her heels and started to walk away.
Chris clenched his jaw and ran a hand down his face with a sigh. âToshi. Wait... Let me guess, Loki messaged you to find me and stop me from hunting?'
Toshi stopped and turned around to face him with a little smirk. 'Close. Claire messaged the group chat saying that you two had been bickering over the hunt.'
Chris ran a hand down his face with a groan. 'That damn chat you girls have.'
Toshi laughed and walked closer to him.
'Look, I get you want to keep going with the tradition of the hunt. I won't try and stop you if there's no innocent humans taken.'
'Like you'd be able to stop me anyway.' Chris gloated as he folded his arms over his chest.
'Perhaps I could, perhaps I couldn't. But I think deep down you'd rather do it a better way, a way that wouldn't risk anything with Louise.' Toshi said knowingly.
Chris just glared at her for a minute, then his phone pinged. He pulled it out and took a glance. It was a text from Louise.
L: Hey, heard things were a bit rough at dinner with your brother. Just checking in that you're ok? x
Chris slid his phone back into his pocket and looked at Toshi, who was waiting patiently with a hand on her hip for him to say something.
Chris sighed. 'What did you have in mind?'
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Sherlock fandom. John finding new families along the way.
Surprisingly easy
John has never had any reason to cherish his own family. His parents were always fighting about some trifle detail or other. Harry was difficult at best, detestable at her worst.Â
He heard the saying for the first time when he was fifteen, and it immediately hit home.
Friends are the family you choose.
John didnât have many friends. Not close ones anyway. His fellow rugby teammates were the closest heâd got before uni. At his practise at Barts Hospital, Mike Stamford was a bloke to rely on. Easy and fun to hang out with. A bit boring and predictable, but John could live with that.
When John joined the army and sat foot in a war zone, his comrades became his new family. As a captain he had the responsibility and was suddenly the head of the family. Not that he thought about his men as family at the time, but when he came back home to London, John recognised that they indeed had been the closest to a family heâs ever had.
John has always been a private person. His trust issues come from years of being let down by his biological family. So, the instant attraction and trust he felt toward Sherlock when Mike introduced them, came as an utter surprise to John. Months later, Sherlock revealed having had the same feelings when John lended him his mobile.
âYou were the first person whoâd intrigued me in years. Although I could deduce much about you, there was always something that astounded me. It still happens occasionally,â Sherlock admits.
âIâm flattered,â John tells him. âTo be fair, I never thought that someone like you could find me a tad bit interesting.â
Sherlock had convinced John of the fact quite thoroughly using his lips and hands after that. Gasping for air, John had agreed that he indeed was the most precious and fascinating human being ever created, all out of fear that Sherlock would stop his worshipping of Johnâs body.
***
The car stops outside the cosy house, and John canât wait to get out and greet the residents. Sherlock and Mycroft are more reluctant to move. John rolls his eyes at his beloved and the belovedâs older brother.
âCome on, you two. Stop behaving like teenagers being forced to visit family members. They both love you dearly, and Iâm in awe over the fact that they tolerate your behaviour,â John says sternly before he opens the car door.
He moves rapidly toward the house, but before he can knock, the door swings open and John finds himself embraced by an elated woman, who smells of baked goods and gardenia.
âJohn, darling,â Violet Holmes exclaims. âHow lovely to see you.â
âLikewise,â John says and presses a kiss to her cheek.
Walter Holmes comes into view behind Violet, and John frees himself to greet the patriarch. They shake hands and Walter places a warm hand on Johnâs shoulder.
âAlright there, son?â he asks.
âAbsolutely. Iâve even managed convincing your offspring to come along,â John grins.
âAh! Quite the achievement,â Walter praises.
John turns when he hears Violet coo and hug her sons equally enthusiastic as she did with John just minutes earlier. It never fails to amuse John how affectionate the Holmes brothers are with their parents once in their orbit. The bickering between the two, is another matter, but itâs less venomous here than in London.
Violet Holmes is an excellent cook, and even Sherlock eats his fair share of the delicious meal, not to mention the chocolate mousse with fresh berries from Walterâs garden.
Being the only Watson at a table crowded with Holmesâs, John feels content and he can honestly say that they all are his new family. Even Mycroft, Sherlockâs protests notwithstanding.Â
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âItâs surprisingly easy to love your family,â John muses where he lies curled up in Sherlockâs arms on the sofa in front of the fireplace later that evening.
Sherlock hums and combs his long fingers through Johnâs hair.Â
âWhat would you say to becoming a legitimate member of the Holmes family, John?â Sherlock asks quietly.
John gasps and turns to face Sherlock, his eyes starting to fill.
âSherlock,â he whispers. âAre you asking me what IâŠâ
âYes, John! Obviously,â Sherlock says with a teasing eyeroll, before his face softens.
John sits up and straddles Sherlockâs thighs, his hands cupping Sherlockâs cheeks carefully. He catches plush lips with his thinner ones, and snogs Sherlock breathless.
âThatâs a yes, by the way,â John murmurs.
Such a wonderful prompt! It was a joy to write.
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I want to know, if you don't mind and if you feel comfortable, your honest opinion, from the bottom of your heart, why you choose zutara over kataang. I'm really curious to know an adult's perspective about this ship.
Hi,
Thanks for asking this. Hopefully, it's with genuine curiosity and not a means to find things to argue with or attack me over.... anyway... I've been thinking about this a little bit, and the answer is two-fold.
The short answer is that I pick Zutara over Kataang because I don't like Aang very much, and I do like Zuko; I think the characterization of both just lends itself more to an appreciation of Zuko and his redemption arc over Aang's hero struggle.
The long answer is a summation of the following:
Aang's a child in the series, not yet even a teenager, and I think we can all agree that he often displays his lack of maturity throughout the series in several places. Now, this isn't necessarily a fair argument to bring to the table, given that he would undoubtedly mature as he grew (we assume) and did some growing up, even during the series. That said, his age - his being younger than Katara, is another reason I prefer Zutara, because most of the time - at least when I'm writing them - the gaang are either in their mid-late teens or early twenties, and I think at those ages, most girls don't want to date someone younger than them. Partially, it's social conditioning, but developmentally, boys tend to be two years behind girls in regard to maturity, etc., so it's a big factor.
We see throughout the series that Katara goes for guys that are... shall we say, more "manly" than Aang? Jet is a sexy schmooze with mixed-up ideals, but he's older than her and well-fit. Haru is buff as hell and kind of adorable (before the mustache makes its debut, anyway). In that regard, Zuko is much more Katara's 'type' than a scrawny, short, skinny bald kid with arrows tattooed all over him. Also, I mean, she seems to prefer men with great hair, and Aang just doesn't fit the bill.
Aang is the Avatar and, by merit of being so, needs to put his connection to the spirits world, his responsibility to the physical world, and his role as an avatar before everything else, including worldly attachments. We see this throughout the series, wherein his unwillingness to let go of his attachment to Katara inhibits his chakra pathways and blocks him from entering the avatar state. We also see him finally choosing his responsibility over his love for Katara, and while that's the right thing to do for the sake of the world, I just think Katara deserves more than that. It's the embodiment of the uptick in a preference for falling for the morally grey villain over the hero because the hero will sacrifice you for the good of the world, while the morally grey villain will let the world burn as long as you're safe.
Now, you could argue that the above isn't fair because Zuko has responsibilities, too, in that he needs to take on the role of Fire Lord, but I think there's more room for love/romance/attachment in that role than there is in Aang's role.
Zuko is so much more interesting than Aang; I don't know how else to put it. He's got the tragic back-story, the anger issues, the redemption arc, that morally-grey-what-can-I-say-grey's-my-favourite-colour vibe about him, and he's just so much cooler and more mature. Like, yes, he has his moments of childishness and temper tantrums - as does Katara - but he's matured far beyond what we witness of Aang and it makes him a more likable character. An example of what I mean is probably best illustrated in the Southern Raiders chapter. Aang tries to impose his own ideals and morality on Katara when she's burning for revenge, which, while he's trying to encourage her to do the right thing, doesn't really suggest that he's supportive of her feelings. I found him quite dismissive in that chapter with his insistence that she just forgave the man who killed her mother without any attempt at growth or chance for closure. Meanwhile, Zuko just grabs his gear and goes with her to make sure she'll be safe and to support her in whatever decision she chooses to make. Yes, it might've meant that he would be an accessory to murder, but at least he was supportive. Also, his reaction to learning Katara can blood-bend - an insanely frightening ability when you really stop and think about it - is alarmed but then accepting, and it's just so much more palatable than the lecture I imagine she'd get from Aang if he learned she'd used the ability for harm and revenge.
There's too much of a brother-sister vibe between Aang and Katara - at least when it's shown from Katara's perspective - and it wigs me out that the writers put them together in the end. Throughout the series, Katara treats Aang much the same way she treats Sokka, often mothering him as opposed to seeming romantically inclined towards him. Whereas with Zuko through the entire series, there's the ongoing thread of parallels between their characters and the underlying unresolved sexual tension between them - put there intentionally BY THE WRITERS, I might add. Like throughout the series, we were SUPPOSED to be shipping Zuko and Katara; the intention was to have them end up together. It's only the last-minute switch of writers and/or change of heart to fulfill the "hero gets the girl" trope that made Kataang canon, and I just think it's a disservice to the characters, the fans, and the series in general, to backflip like that at the last minute for a lame reason.
I could probably go on - and have before, in GCs and sometimes on Tumblr, about the many reasons they're just better suited to one another, but you're probably bored by now, so I'll stop here. Hopefully, the above gives you something to think about and a better understanding of the reasons so many ship the two of them. If nothing else, it's got me thinking about my Zutara fics and maybe even planning an update.
xx-Kitten
#kittenshift17#fanfiction#writing#zutara#prince zuko#katara#why i ship zutara#author opinion#anon request#anon ask#anonymous
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I been wondering what would it be like for the cast to be parents? I seen how Idia and Azul will likely be terrible ones and I am curious for the rest. (Except for Lilia for obvious reasons)
Anon! Sorry for the late reply. The day has come for me to share with you my nrc-as-parents headcanons lol Iâve mentioned this theme a little bit in one of the previous replies about Azul and Idia a while ago, and Iâll reiterate: we usually donât really love the scenarios than involve characters becoming parents, and because of that I probably ended up talking about how bad of a parent all of them are lol But I tried to make it as fair as possible.
Actually, some of them turned out to be not so shitty ones! Which is quite surprising, not gonna lie.
Alright, soâŠ
Riddle â such an anxious parent. One would assume that he would try not to mess his kid up as badly as his mom messed him up, but itâs Riddle weâre talking about; heâs still super dependant on tutorials and rulebooks, and whether he wants to acknowledge and avoid his parentsâ mistakes or not, heâll end up overthinking it and messing up massively. I guess it all depends on his partner, but heâd need a lot of help. Heâs going to copy his mother until somebody stops him, although at some times he would think âI was actually very upset when my mother did that, I should stopâ, but he wouldnât be able to catch or even see all these moments, especially on his own.
Trey â âoh he is the perfect dad!â I hear the crowd saying. âNO!!!â Iâm yelling back at the crowd. Of course, he is super caring and empathetic and has experience with children. And looking at some of the otherâŠ. Uh⊠contestants⊠of course, Trey is one of the best. But he is also an enabler that spoils his kids rotten. Heâs way too doting. Heâs strict about their dental hygiene! But other than that? Nah.
Cater â god I donât think Cater would ever want a kid. I think he would think that unless he has a perfect and stable life with a house and no need to move anytime soon, itâd be too irresponsible to get a kid. But even then, he would be so focused on not messing up his kid (and he would only have one because siblings sucks) that he would probably make things worse lol He would also probably try to make everything seems perfect and his kid really wouldnât appreciate it when they get older.
Ace â heâs the dad that doesnât pay child support and visits them like once or twice every other week. I know I judge him based on his younger self, but I donât feel like this guy is getting mature or responsible anytime soon. Heâs the type of parent that always looks hella confused about what to do with a kid, especially when theyâre too young/too old to appreciate his sick magic tricks. Heâs not heartless, he just doesnât get it and gets frustrated because of that and doesnât want to continue trying.
Deuce â he would try to do his best. He would actually be quite a nice parent, but that doesnât mean that he wonât make mistakes or get frustrated. Heâll mess up A LOT; heâs just very good at learning from his mistakes and knows how important it is to have a good parent. And his mom would help out a lot.
Leona â distant, lazy, always salty at someone for some reason. The type of dad who could technically brag about his kid to someone, but when the kid is there he just sits on a couch and watches tv in silence. He gets inspired to teach his kid how to throw a ball from time to time, but heâs also the type of a dad to miss the perfect timing for this kind of bonding and end up with a teenager who doesnât want to hang out with him. Wow that went dark lol
Ruggie â on the one hand, he also has a lot of experience with taking care of children. On the other hand, his kid would know how to pickpocket at the age of 2. Just in case. His kid would love him a lot, but heâs definitely not the most conventional dad one could have. Heâd also never have a child without any sort of financial stability because he doesnât want his child to be raised up in the streets.
Jack â oh come on, he would be such a good father that itâs actually boring, NEXT!!!
Azul â Riddleâs mom 2.0. Iâm sorry, this is the hill Iâm going to die on. Yes, Azul was loved by his family and surrounded by nothing but support and care, but heâs also a psychotic control-freak that truly believes that he was too spoiled and that his parents should have been MORE STRICT WITH HIM!!! So in his head, the best thing he could do is to make sure that his kid knows magic by the age of 3, knows how to work with contracts by the age of 5, learns how to play an instrument, does sports, knows how to cook, has perfect pronunciation and vocabulary, and oh of course the kid also needs to have a hobby because if they donât have anything theyâre passionate about theyâll never succeed in life! Azul is overbearing lol but he is also probably overly protective of his kid. Heâd also yell at his mom for spoiling her grandchildren lol but his mom would make a great counterbalance for his attitude with her being sweet, so itâs not that bad for a child...
Floyd â HE DOESNâT NEED A KID. PLEASE. HE AND JADE BOTH WOULD PIT TWO NEWBORNS AGAISNT EACH OTHER AND GO âFIGHT FIGHT FIGHTâ. But if weâre being honest, I just think heâs too volatile to be a proper parent. The possibility that heâd get bored and just ditch this whole parenting thing altogether is too high lol
Jade â If we donât go the âbaby wrestlingâ scenario, heâs⊠confusing. He might be a wonderful dad who is surprisingly perfect at parenting and smiles at you with his âwhat, you thought I would be bad at it? too badâ smile. As if heâs doing it to spite everyone. As if heâs plotting something. But I can also picture him leaving his kid in a forest just to see if he would find his way home.
Kalim â Oh heâs the most doting dad ever. His kid would have everything they want, heâll shower them with love, kisses, songs, tasty food, gifts, snacks, cool outfits. He would photograph everything and have tons of videos on his phone. He would talk about his kids all the time. He would be so obnoxious and insufferable, Jamil would actually ask him to PLEASE consider not spending half of their funds on his childâs birthday gift? Youâll literally go broke please stop PLEASE.
Jamil â heâs also probably the one not to have a kid for a very long time because of having too many irons in the fire. But heâd be an okay parent. His biggest problem would be the fact that heâs busy. His kid would probably be super mature from a very young age though. And learn how to cuss from Jamil. Jamil didnât mean to teach them that, but oh fuck. But also I think he would somehow end up making some of the same mistakes his parents made with him. Heâs way too focused on Kalim to notice that he pushes his kid away a lot hoping that theyâll âunderstandâ because theyâre âsmartâ.
Vil â he would be a solid one! Heâs also super focused on his kid learning a bunch of stuff from a very young age, but he is much more mature and empathetic than Azul is about it. Still, heâs quite strict, but heâs also super doting when he has his soft moments. But sometimes he still takes his own perfectionism too far. Heâs the one to read a lot of the books about parenting and try to be as prepared for it as possible. But mistakes are unavoidable so letâs hope that the great Vil Schoenheit shows his excellence at everything he does yet again.
Rook â oh the weirdo. He has his strong points, and a lot of them: heâs super supportive, super loving, he helps out a lot, and he would actually provide a good balance if the second parent is Vil for example. At the same time, itâs impossible to have a ânormal childhoodâ when your dad is Rook, because heâll teach you how to hunt, how to survive in the woods, how to hide your presence from a tiger. His kids will watch him snap a deerâs neck at the age of like 2. So yeah, on the one hand he would be that parent who yells in excitement at his kidâs elementary school play, but heâll also give the most ruthless critique to them afterwards. Heâll show his kid the beauty of nature, but heâll also leave them in the woods for a week to survive alone. Donât worry, he believes in them~ (his kid and Jadeâs kid would stumble upon each other in the same woods and become friends lol)
Epel â heâs too much of a baby⊠I canât even picture him having a kid. What kind of a teen mom?.. Heâs going to be too focused on this whole cute/manly stuff, this never ends well lol
Idia â the awkward and avoiding parent that kind of wants to hang out with the kid but also wants nothing to do with them. He doesnât know how to act around them and itâs painfully obvious. So he might miss the moment to actually bond with them just like Leona, but on the other hand, if the other parent is Azul, Idia could be âthe fun parentâ: the type that you can eat ice-cream with and play videogames for hours. But when the videogaming and ice-cream eating hours are over, heâll just stop communicating with the kid again and hide somewhere. He doesnât like being a parent much; heâd prefer to be âa cool uncleâ of sorts. The one that only comes to visit twice a yearâŠ
Ortho â an actual cool uncle lol I also canât picture Ortho as a dad. Heâd be a collection of all the dad tropes from the tv. He would have so much fun! Not sure of the kid would have fun though. But Ortho would!
Lilia â oh we all know how good of a father he is. The best one.
Silver â a very sweet and empathetic one, caring and protective; his main downfall is the fact that his own childhood was so messed up that he doesnât really know how to care for kids. Of course he wouldnât just drown a kid in milk like his own dad did, but he also wouldnât automatically assume that it probably isnât safe to just let his kid play with a sword on their own. Something among the lines.
Sebek â absolutely obnoxious. Sometimes heâs surprisingly good⊠because his childhood wasnât as bad as Silverâs, so he knows better. Heâs also the one to read a lot of books and hope that he wonât make any mistakes. But heâll make mistakes, get frustrated and angry, and make even more mistakes. And then heâll sing an ode to Malleus instead of a regular lullaby because the young one needs to learn whatâs important from the very first days of their life!!!!!!111 Silver and he need each other to balance shit out lol
Malleus â he would try, but I donât trust him to try hard enough lol he would be invested and loving at first, but he would also get moments when he would just leave a kid and go on a stroll. It would probably take some time for him to learn that he probably shouldnât do this. Hey he went through the same thing, right? Was it fair then? Why isnât it fair now? (besides, Silver also turned out alright!) Not everything is about you, MalleusâŠ
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