#madi makes things

[madi-writes-things]

Stay… (Jake Webber X Reader)

Summary:

“I’m at the hospital” “What do you mean?!”

Word Count: 1,046

TW: Hurt/Comfort, Arguments, Car Accidents, Hospitals, Head Injury, Use of Y/N

You almost never fight, but everyone has their breaking point… and tonight appeared to be both of yours. It wasn’t even anything big. Jake had to go to an important dinner meeting, and you felt left out. By the time he got home you were already in a mood, which only pissed him off. He was just trying to help, but you refused to tell him what was wrong.

“It’s not a big deal.” you lied through your teeth. It hurt your feelings when he didn’t invite you to dinner, when you knew for a fact that the other influencers had brought their partners. “Don’t worry about it” your words were laced with venom.

A look flashed across his face that was unreadable, but his words quickly filled in the context. “Oh… so that’s what we’re doing?” He was really starting to get mad now. It was too late to tell him that it really didn’t matter, and that you just want to forget about the whole ordeal. “You refuse to tell me why your mad, and you just get pissy when i ask… I’m done trying to have a rational fucking discussion with you”

You knew that he was right, but his words just made you more upset. “I shouldn’t have to fucking tell you why I’m mad Jake, maybe if you thought about anyone other than yourself you could figure it out!” At this point tears were streaming down your face, and you could see that they had started to form in his eyes as well. You didn’t mean for it to come out that harsh, but you also didn’t know how else to make him understand that he really hurt you.

“I can’t stand you when you act like this…” He turned to walk to your shared room as he said this. The pain in your heat grew tenfold hearing him say he couldn’t stand you. You knew he didn’t mean it, but that didn’t soften the blow. You immediately walked into y’all’s room and stated grabbing clothes from your drawer, quickly packing them into a tote bag. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He looked confused.

“Since you ‘can’t stand me’ right now, i figured I’d get out of your hair… I’m going to a friends house.” You watched as he tried to think of something to say, before eventually deciding to let you go. You both needed some space and time to reset.

You quickly packed enough clothes for a week, before going down to your car. You wanted him to stop you, but you knew that he wouldn’t. You don’t blame him, you knew he didn’t want you to go… but you also know that he needed space too. As you started driving you realized that you didn’t know where you were going, you decided to find a lot to park in and call a friend.

As you exited the highway you noticed that traffic was coming to a stop, so you started to slow down. A strange sense of panic rushed over you as you looked in your rear view mirror. Oh shit oh shit oh-

***

You woke up 3 minutes later to EMS crowded around your car. You quickly roll your window down and ask what happened. As they explain what happened you reach up to touch your throbbing head, only to see blood on your hand as you pull it away. You got very light headed at the sight of the blood, and suddenly everything was dark again.

***

As soon as you got to the hospital you knew you needed to call Jake. You waited until thy were done with your exam, partially because you wanted to know how bad it was… but mostly because you were scared that Jake wouldn’t answer. How were you supposed to know that Jake had been crying since you left, just hoping you would call. The phone rang three times before you heard a sleepy voice greeting you.

“Y/N?” You realize that you didn’t responded fast enough when he speaks again. “Is everything okay?”

“I’m in the hospital.” Your voice breaks a little at the end, you haven’t stopped crying since you woke up in the ambulance. Unfortunately for the EMS people you refuse to talk abut anything other than the fight.

“What do you mean!?” This broke you, you couldn’t handle the thought of Jake being mad at you anymore. “Y/N, where are you?”

You told him what hospital you were at, and that you were okay. Jake was there in less than five minutes, you didn’t question how he got there so quick. As soon as you saw him you started crying… again. You could see the look on his face change from worry to relief to shock within three seconds of finding you. You understood why… the nurse had let you look at yourself in a mirror, and it wasn’t good.

Once he registered that he had found you, he rushed to you. “What happened, are you okay?” He reached up to inspect the bruises and small cuts on your face. You flinched away. It hurt to move your face, and someone touching it right now wasn’t something you wanted to think of.

“I’m so sorry… for everything” Jake quickly assured you that hew was sorry too, and that it wasn’t your fault that any of this happened. “They said that i could go home as soon as i got a ride.”

***

As soon as you and Jake got home he started making a bed on the couch. It didn’t register what he was doing at first. “You can take the bed, I’m sure it isn’t good to sleep on the couch after an accident.”

He was being so respectful, but all that you wanted was for him to hold you and tell you that everything was going to be okay. “Don’t…” It was so quiet that he almost didn’t hear it, you didn’t know what to say. “Can you please stay with me, I don’t want to be alone.” He followed you to y’all’s shared bed, doing his best to hold you without upsetting a bruise. You fell asleep to him telling you how much he loves you, and you’ve never felt safer.

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I hope that y’all enjoyed it, feel free to send a request my way.

-Madi <;3

[jake-and-johnnies-slut]

COLTON HAYNES GRADUATED FROM THE SAME HIGHSCHOOL AS ME?!?!?!?

[jake-and-johnnies-slut]

I guess I wrote myself?!

[purrvaire]

black sails + tumblr text post I have on my phone (pt. 2/?)

[sturnioloho]

there are so many things that i love about this clip

[goneatlas]

a scene from black sails suddenly popped into my head tonight and in doing so dealt me 500 psychic damage

anyway the thing is. isn't it insane that in black sails the relationship between flint and the hamiltons were literally canon. the polyamory wasn't subtext it was legit The Text.

and isn't it buckwild that when silver was never found after their ship was destroyed in XXIX madi was standing on the beach waiting for him to be found and flint joined her in waiting and said to madi (to madi, who was shown to have a romantic relationship with silver) "i know that you and he had been working closely together of late, become friends even" and then he followed that up with "i don't know what I'm trying to say. perhaps just that... he is my friend, too" like call me unhinged but is the subtext not screaming something at you here??

and not to mention. when madi reunited with silver and they were kissing and flint hung back to let them have a moment and he looked at them like

(photos don't do it justice i need a gif for this and there probably are existing gifs for it but i can't. find them!!!!)

if i was a smarter man i'd be doing essay analyses of the parallels between flint/thomas/miranda and flint/silver/madi but alas

[crepuscularqueens]

"For the telling of tales is one thing, and the turf of the telling another."

pg. 247, Devil House, John Darnielle

[mercutiotakethewheel]

everytime i rewatch black sails, i find myself like vane more and more ngl. the first season really tries hard to trick you into thinking he’s just unnecessarily, banally, and uncompellingly an asshole (in the overwhelmingly compelling asshole show), whose one redeeming feature is that he’s kinda pathetic too. but geez s2 really nails home everytime that hes the best and the coolest and the most honest (maybe even most compassionate) of the mcs up until this point, barring anne of course. and on top of that i actually kind of think he has the best pre-s3 speeches. like obvs s4 flint is yknow s4 flint. and s3 max is so insane i actually cant handle it. but oh my god charles vane’s letter and his fuck your legitimacy eleanor speech and his hanging speech are so good. and fuck what i said earlier isnt even true. bc his s1 speech while hes looking in the eyes of the little boy he used to be is actually like the bestest. like fuck ok. charles vane is the best actually. #1 anarchist boy. 10/10 would want him in my commune. hed point blank refuse to help with the dishes tho so 😬.

[sheltoner]

alright the ao is over! congrats to all the champions, great tournament everyone :) men’s singles? what’s that? no i don’t think that exists

[madi-writes-things]

Nobody Pt. 1

(C.Sturniolo X Reader)

Summary:

Chris and Y/N never seemed to get along, but sometimes help comes from the most unexpected places

Word Count: 1,009

TW: Cursing, SH (not in detail, but it definitely happens and is talked about), Blood, Violence, Hurt Comfort, Not edited, Bad stuff under the cut

A/N: Hey guys, just wanted to pop in t let you know that my DM’s are always open if you need someone to talk to. I use y writing as a safe and healthy outlets for the destructive thoughts, but reading i these sorts of things isn’t healthy for everyone… keep yourself safe.

-Madi <3

Y/N’s POV

“”“”“”“”“”

“What do you want?” I ask when I see Chris walk into my room without knocking. I didn’t mean for it to sound so rude, but it just kind of happens when i talk to him. I don’t even remember why we hate each other, and i bet he doesn’t either… its just always been like this.

“Nick was too lazy to come upstairs…” he stared at me for a second before continuing. “We’re going out to film, do you want us to get You something for dinner?”

“I’ll just text nick what I want” as he leaves i wonder if he even cares. I only live with him because Nick and Matt begged me to come to LA with them after HighSchool. Nick and i have been best friends since eighth grade when I transferred to their district, and Matt has always been nice to me… but Chris never seemed to like me, eventually i stopped going out of my way to be nice to him.

I hear the door closes, quickly followed by the sound of Matt pulling out of the driveway.

“”“”“”“”“”

How did i get here? Nick would be so mad at me… he would never say it, but i know it’s frustrating when people you care about keep making the same mistakes. I look down at my thighs, realizing that I can’t even see the individual cuts through the blood. I should have just woken Nick up, if i had I wouldn’t be in this situation.

The tears have mostly stopped flowing at this point, and the adrenaline is dying down. The weight of what I’ve done starts to set in. I need to clean this up, I need to get help, I need to get Nic-

“What the fuck” as I look up I’m met with the icy blue eyes of Chris. Before I can process what is happening he is yanking the blade out of my hand and flushing it down the toilet. “Y/N, look at me… what happened?” Seeing the panic in his eyes makes me feel bad, he was never supposed to have to deal with this.

“Can you please get the first aid kit from under my bed?” The words roll off my tongue with ease. He just stared at me with fear in his eyes. “I’ll be fine, just go” with that he turned around and went to my room.

Chris returned a few minutes later, with my large first aid kit, and a gas station bag in his hands. I had been desperately trying to clean up some of the mess with toilet paper, but I was mostly failing. “Can you please sit on the side of the bathtub?” I stared up at him in confusion. “Please Y/N… please just let me help you clean up”

“do you even know what you’re doing?” His response consisted of turning his phone to face me, an article on how to clean self harm wounds staring back at me. “Fine…” I did what he asked and positioned myself on the side of the tub.

Chris started by wiping up what I had missed from the floor, quickly moving to sit in between my legs. As he started cleaning me up, I realized how intimate our position was. He wouldn’t look me in the eyes, but I could tell that he was holding back tears. After he stopped all the bleeding, and cleaned off the wounds he just stared for a second… and it broke me.

the tears started streaming down my face again, nothing could’ve stopped them. “Don’t tell Nick… he can’t know I’m doing this again.”

He finally looked up at me, taking a breath to steady himself before speaking. “again?” I just stared. He finished up what he was doing in silence before finally speaking. “Ok… I won’t tell Nick, as long as you let me help you with this”

“I don’t need help Chris.” He didn’t respond, causing me to panic. “Fine, but nobody can know about this.” He held out his pinky, I locked mine into his… an unspoken promise between us.

Chris disposed of any evidence, before carrying me to his room. I was too tired to protest, and it’s not like anyone would be up early enough to notice. He gave me a pair of sweats, and climbed into the bed with me.

“”“”“”“”“”

I woke up to Chris laying practically on top of me, his arm wrapped tightly around my waist. For a moment I didn’t mind… until I saw the time.

“wake up!” I shook him lightly, his eyes flutter open before widening at the position he was currently in. “I need to get up, me and Nick are supposed to go get breakfast for a video… he can’t know that I slept in here.” Chris quickly rolled off of me, and I rushed down the stairs.

As I made my way into the living room I could see Matt and Nick, sitting in silence. They looked at me at the same time, just as Chris came down the stairs to join us.

“Why are you wearing his sweat pants?” Nick stared daggers into my soul. “They must’ve gotten mixed up in the laundry…” I hated lying to my best friend, but he couldn’t know.

“I see… what’s your fake excuse for being in his bed this morning?” I looked at Chris quickly as we walked closer to his brothers. He met my eyes, unsure of what the right decision was.

“please Chris…” I whispered. “You promised me you wouldn’t tell him.” I see Chris make a decision, and before I can stop him he opens his mouth.

“We slept together.” He looked at me, apologizing with his eyes. I look between Nick and Matt, trying to judge their reactions. While this wasn’t ideal, it was better than the truth… until I saw Nick get up.

in a matter of seconds Nick had punched Chris across the face. After flexing his hand, he looked at me with nothing but hatred before walking away.

[swept-away-sands]

Black Sails I: "A YOUNG SAILOR enters."

COOK: Oh, so you're a coward then?

JOHN SILVER YOUNG SAILOR: Yeah. You too?

Item the first: Where do I begin with John Silver? Actually, let's start from a different angle. John Silver begins Here, no sooner and no later than he sees The Opportunity (though he does not know the Narrative has chosen him just yet, nor that aligning his fiscal goals with those of Captain Flint will irrevocably alter the course of his life) and he takes it.

My first impression of John Silver is that he was a cheeky bastard an impish scoundrel who was possessed of the bad habit of biting off more than he could chew and just enough strategic/ballsy charm to walk away relatively unscathed. I was drawn in by the fact that he was equipped with a dashing smile, at least before, you know, everything that followed, but you could tell behind his big blue eyes that he was playing some sort of 4D Chess.

I would like to credit the writers, showrunners, and actor man Luke Arnold for unfolding this character like a map with only half a key. He intrigues me, he infuriates me, I hate him forever, I love and forgive him implicitly, I cringe when he makes me think of myself. That rare sense of unbalance and discomfort brought on by a story is something I will treasure and hope to even come close to brushing against again. There is a John Silver imprint on my heart, thanks to this story, my own personal Black Spot.

[juniperhillpatient]

the best qualities a protagonist can have are being weird & obsessive & off putting & also hearing a scary noise at night & running head on directly toward without hesitation it while your friends stand there screaming & also finding out someone might be a murder suspect & immediately without hesitation first thing going to see them alone at night & without backup without even telling anyone & I mean this so sincerely pip fitz amobi the girl that u are

[etoilesombre]

Ok but how many times in her life has Madi had to listen to asshole captains who wander onto her island compare themselves to Odysseus, and make implications about her or her mom being Circe.

[crosswordgf]

like seeing these two speeches next to each other you know that man was lying. flint literally said the opposite two seconds ago and now silver is saying reorienting to the daylight about the idea of flint not only being pushed back into civilization but also being locked up on a farm for the rest of his life. the idea that flint wasn't himself all that time must be a comforting lie for silver to tell himself like maybe i didn't know him at all actually...... way to pretend he wasn't clear headed about his goals and the most himself he's ever been and also in love with you, you absolute loser

[lexa-griffins]

Does military Clarke do anything special for Memorial Day like a BBQ with Lexa?

If she isn't deployed, yes!

Because they both come for military families, I can see Memorial Day being a thing that neither can skip on even if, truth be told, they'd rather stay in bed all day.

If Clarke's home they always end up being the ones in charge of the bbq which is stressful given they rarely have both sides of the family in their house plus friends and while they both keep a pretty clean and organized house, the entire weekend is spent cleaning and prepping so by the time memorial day arrives they'd rather just stay the fuck asleep.

As a rule, Lexa and Clarke avoid too much discussion about the military. Clarke knows Lexa would much rather her quit, and Lexa knows Clarke won't (for the time being) so they avoid the topic - aside from any episodes Clarke might have of course - but with their parents being military and the entire day being about what it is, they both know they are in for an exhausting day of never ending conversation about work, although its always a nice opportunity for Clarke to try and charm her father in law whose only trait he seems to like about her is her chosen career.

Lexa will spend most of the day cleaning and making food to avoid spending too much time in conversations unless its with Raven or Anya, but still finds herself caught between her mother and Abby, both asking about them moving, if Lexa has gotten that promotion yet "really honey, its not too late for a change in career" and the dread talk about kids because Lexa has told them her reasons for waiting while both women chucklr and tell her they were both perfectly fine to have kids while their partners (and themselves in Abby's case) were in the military and that Lexa and Clarke need to start thinking of giving them grandbabies.

The entire day is also a reminder for Lexa about what could happen to Clarke any day when she's deployed, and while the family is having a good time talking and laughing, Lexa just wants them to go home, although she does relax slightly everytime Clarke catches her for a bit and kisses her, giving her hip a gentle squeeze that makes Lexa smile.

(It's much worse when Clarke's deployed. God Lexa hates it when Clarke's deployed on this day. The Griffins usually host the get-together, and it feels so tense without Clarke there, a reminder that Clarke is out there and at any moment can just die. Not to mention how every time Abby insists on bringing out the damn pictures of Clarke as a kid and talking about her like she's gone and Lexa fucking hates it)

[mbirnsings-71]

giggles so im gonna break up the asks by emoji type:

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I got this totally! Totally! even have a silly idea and everything trust and totally not just one I pulled from our Discord DMs just now-

Grian's birthday has never been an extravagant affair. Genuinely, it was never made a huge event at all to the point it was hardly even acknowledged once he got older. The only reason he remembered it honestly is because of Jimmy. So it's no surprise when his blond haired cousin opens the door to the flat they share with Joel, spots Grian on the couch chilling reading one of the many library books he's acquired, and just states "Ew you're gonna be Twenty soon." as he closes the front door behind him. Grian's eyes peer out from over the top of his book ('The big encyclopedia of birds' the title states. It's been his favorite read, along with the hobbit series, ever since Lizzie introduced him to their local library really. It's to the point now that the local librarian just softly chuckles at him before asking if he's checking it out again.) to look at Jimmy (who for the most part looks the same as when he left a few hours ago except for the addition of a shopping bag in his free hand) before saying "We're literally the same age Tim?" "Technically yes, but also not totally true." Jimmy half explains, and Grian can't help but raise an eyebrow at his cousin as he places a bookmark in his book, closes it, and sets it down on the coffee table next to him, knowing this is going to turn into a whole conversation that'll require his full attention. "And what is that supposed to mean?" "We were born nine months apart- you're older than me by nine months." "A fact you're the only one really keeping track of-" Grian mutters under his breath as Jimmy barrels on with what he needs to say. "Which means we're only the same age for three months out of the year! Like right now! it's kind of insane when you think about it... But that's not what this is about." Jimmy states as he moves to the kitchen, and from the rustling that comes from it he assumes Jimmy's looking for a quick snack. "Then what is it about Jimmy?" Grian calls out from his comfortable spot that he oh so doesn't want to give up just yet, a little louder just so he can be heard over the sounds of the bag being put on the counter and the clatter of cabinets opening and shutting. "Your birthday, duh!" Jimmy states to him, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world, which to any normal person it probably would've been. To normal people they probably would've been excitedly ticking down the days instead of being blindsided by their cousin saying "it's in two weeks you know." "Really?" Grian asks, finally moving off the couch to make his way over to where Jimmy is because no, that can't be right. "Yeah, it's literally July twenty-sixth today. If you need proof you can check the calendar." Jimmy states, a small bag of crisps in hand, before leaving the kitchen in favor of retreating to his room. Grian huffs out a sigh before going over to the refrigerator to either confirm or deny Jimmy's claims about the date.

If this is more or less than 30 sentences uhhhhh oops- I keep losing count while trying to count. BUT HI LOVE YOU <3 Expect more asks of your's answered soon <3