#winter prompts for sh

[motherofdogs1010]

Of Messiahs and Seeds III (Dark!Paul Atreides x Reader)

Summary: Emperor Paul of House Atredies has set forth with expansion of his empire on the planets that have resisted and has now come across the last stronghold that resists him: Terra Millennium...

Warnings: dark! fic, 18+ only, eventual DUBCON, eventual forced marriage, eventual pregnancy, violence, language, drinking, chubby!reader, dark!Paul Atreides, possessive!Paul, obssessive! Paul, spoilers for Dune Part 2

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The Apollo Colony was the first to lose contact and it felt like the beginning of a long game; one where Y/N knew her rule was soon to be tested.

And the dreams had only gotten worse and more frequent; Y/N found that practically any time she closed her eyes, Paul was there to whisper in her ear and it was beginning to be difficult to figure out what was reality.

Y/N looked at the heirloom crystal in her hand as she sat on her balcony; she wondered how her mother would be handling this right now.

The moon hung bright and full as always with her scaly children sleeping below as she stood up, her nightgown clinging to her body as she saw the city around her with the people happily bustling around for the night life.

She sighed as she walked into her bedroom, winter was coming in a few weeks and the winters were always harsh on Terra M above the equator. It looked like a tundra when the winters arrived and felt like the inside of a ice cube, which prompted so many resources to keep everyone afloat.

Paul felt pleased with himself as he sat in his room, the hologram of his future bride in front of him. He had invaded her dreams, filling them with their promised future that he had seen; he could practically feel her hair through his fingers, and hear the newborn cries of their son as he came into the world.

It was all falling into plan, Terra M was about to go into its harsh winters and be left vulnerable if he was correct. They heavily relied on their built-up resources to make it through the three-month-long brutal winter since the population lived above an equator.

Those dragons of his beloved would go into hibernation underground; that would leave one defense gone and away. He wouldn't dare to hurt them, they were an extension of his love and he knew how she cared for the scaled beasts.

"Paul", his mother said as she entered the room.

Her blue eyes bore into his as she said, "It's been taken care of, Irulan will no longer stand in your way."

"And her father?"

"Both poisoned, my son. None will be the wiser to question their deaths."

"Good."

Yes, everything was falling into place.

There was just one final thing left to do.

The smell of ash made its way into her nose as she felt the harsh winter air against her skin, she breathed out and saw her icy breath as she exhaled. Her skin prickled from the cold as she looked around, seeing the white, virgin piles of snow around her as she tried to get her bearings.

"Hello, my love."

Quickly turning around, Y/N saw him, saw Paul standing there with his cheeks and nose pink from the cold.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked, "Terra has done nothing to the Empire."

"It isn't what Terra has done, but rather what you have done, my Queen."

Paul slowly began to circle her, the crunching of snow under his weight as he did. Snowflakes fell at a soft, slow pace as he spoke, "You have overtaken my mind, left me vulnerable to feelings that I thought I was immune to feeling again."

"That is not my fault", she argued.

"Oh, but it is", Paul smirked, "your very existence is your fault and that is something that your people will pay for."

"My existence?"

"Your very existence goes against nature. How old are you? I purpose much older than I as your people live very well into their thousands. Flesh which should wither and wrinkle remaining youthful and plump."

Y/N was silent.

Jolting awake, Y/N found herself alone once more as she scooted up the bed and pushed her hair back. She tried to steady her breathing as she felt as if it she looked out into the darkness, she would be able to see the glimmer of him smirking.

🌎

"We must devise a plan", Lord Felix argued, "they have taken the Apollo Colony. The only logical choice for them to grab next is the Venus Colony and we must devise a plan of attack."

The Council meeting was buzzing with ideas, and arguments of what to do as Y/N listened to the proposed ideas. It was true, she needed to confront the Empire and its might but it has to be logical, fool-proof.

"Lord York", she finally said, the man looking at her. "Get as much information on the Great Houses and the Empire's armies. There will be a weak spot."

"And once we have the weak spot, your grace?"

"We rip them out like a weed, one by one."

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@ninastyless @james-bucky-barnackle @astarborntowrite @maggiecc @radiantdanvers @croatianprincess @deluxeplanteater @szapizzapanda @khaleesihavilliard @deathsimp @frickyea-guacamole19

[miraeluc]

i loved ur last hcs about sh so much ! if its not too much, can i ask for u to make a 2nd part (?) including shoto & izuku. please, im begging u, ill sell my organs if needed. thank u <3

dearest, from the depth of my heart, i’m offering my sincere apologies, for some stupid reason, i saw your ask a few months ago, prepared the draft and forgot entirely about it. i feel so bad pls don't sell your organs omg i hope this reaches you.

bnha boys finding out about your selfharm

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pairing: izuku midoriya x reader, todoroki shouto x reader

warnings: mention of bad mental state! (reader); selfharming; some crying; pronouns of reader not mentioned (i think? correct me if i’m wrong pls!)

izuku midoriya

izuku, just like bakugou, was aware that you had been struggling with your mental health

but, obviously, he also was not aware of your self-harm tendencies

to be fair, it wasn't something you struggled with for a long time

only two months, to be exact

the first time you put a blade to your skin was your biggest regret - because although it wasn't pleasureable, it was extremely easy to spiral out of control, doing it nearly every day as if it was routine.

and since it was winter - you didn't worry about hiding it since you could wear long clothes without people questioning it anyway

when izuku found out, he was a mess

it went like this

the both of you were spending a cozy evening together

since everyone in your class was out or with their families, you had the entire living area to yourself

you were sat beside him, scrolling on tiktok and he was doing the same, but on his own phone

after a long while of you guys just silently enjoying eachother's company, he wanted to ask if you were hungry, but since he hadn't spoken in a while his voice cracked while doing so, and you were quick to mock him

long story short, you were now underneath him while he was tickling you.

when you tried to push his hands away, he grabbed your wrist - initially only wanting to stop you, but when you winced, he immediately stopped tickling you and, without thinking, pulled up your sleeve to see if he had hurt you

instead, he was met with the red, angry lines littered across your skin, the wounds not fresh enough to still bleed, but they were obviously still open wounds

you froze in place

he gulped, eyes moving to meet yours before he wordlessly pulled you to sit on his lap, arms wrapping around you and caging you in

"-'s ok. don't feel bad. i'm sorry i didn't realise sooner." he choked out, trying to blink away his tears

you were still frozen in place, thoughts running wild as you tried to gather your words to say something 

“izu.. please- don’t blame yourself for not realising sooner,”

he moved to look at you, teary eyes meeting yours “let’s bandage you up, ok, love?”

before you could react, he already stood - hands steady beneath your thighs, carrying you towards his dorm room, placing you down onto his bed before leaving to grab a first-aid kit from his bathroom

he wordlessly applied aloe vera gel over the more or less still fresh wounds, wrapping bandages around your arm securely before pressing a light kiss on your hand

“we can talk if you want to, but let’s get the food i was talking about earlier, hm?” 

you smiled slightly and nodded

although you still had a long road before you, you felt that a tiny burden had been lifted off your shoulders

you no longer had to fight for happiness all alone, - izuku would be by your side every step of the way, rest assured.

todoroki shouto

although shouto was indifferent, he was not stupid

he didn’t officially know of your battles with mental health, nor did he officially know about your self-harming tendencies, but he picked up the signs.

he didn’t want to confront you about immediately - since he also wasn’t a very open person, he wanted to provide you the space you needed until you were ready to open up and talk about your struggles

in the meantime, he tried his best to subtly ask fuyumi for tips on how to comfort someone when the time came

he did begin to get increasingly worried when he started hearing less and less from you - you often didn’t show up to class, and you never answered texts

todoroki, not being one to pry, tried giving you the space he assumed you needed

he didn’t take it personally - he knew you weren’t doing this on purpose, but he was flooded with worry.

and when he found out you haven’t been leaving your room at all, he decided it was time to react and check on you, even if it meant bothering you

when he stepped into your room, his eyes had to adjust to be able to see in the darkness that immediately engulfed him as the door clicked shut behind him

the air was stale - clothes scattered around the floor. your bed was messy, but you were not to be seen

tentatively he called out your name, switching on the small bedside lamp you had

„y/n?“ as he took in the sight of your room, but his eyes zeroed in on something, an object, on your bedside table

he tried again, blood running cold

„y/n? are you in the bathroom?“

he picked up said object, mindful to not cut himself with the small blade, moving to place it somewhere away from beside your bed - out of sight, in hopes that his heart would slow its racing

„yeah. i’m in here. hold on.“ he heard you groggily call out

his eyes closed in relief at the sound of your voice - having assumed the worst and he sighed shakily, dropping to sit on the edge your bed whilst he waited for you, running a hand through his hair to push it back

when you stepped out of the bathroom, his face understandably dropped

you looked so pale, so defeated

so fragile

he noticed the way you were fidgeting, an arm hidden behind your back - probably the reason he heard you shuffling around your bathroom. maybe in search of something to cover up?

he stood again, slowly approaching you. when you didn’t flinch away, he gently reached up a hand to caress your cheek

„did you bandage yourself up properly?“ he whispered, no hint of judgement in his tone - just worry

and alas, that is all it took for your eyes to brim with tears.

your lower lip shook as you quickly blinked up at him, shaking your head and releasing a heart-shattering sob as your boyfriend engulfed you into his arm - caging you into a protective hug

„it’s okay. will you let me help you?“ he whispered

a/n: hi again - i KNOW i disappeared for like 2 - 3 years but i’m about to finish my drafts and post them out, but i want to announce that requests are temporarily closed as i will no longer be writing about anime characters (unless i get an intense surge of inspiration), but there will be more explaining that in a separate post. for now, enjoy the drafts!

[helloliriels]

GIFT WRAPPED 2024

SENDING OUT A GREAT BIG THANK YOU to everyone who made this year such a lovely experience!!! Including those that came to the Writers Retreat; to @friday411 @ghostofnuggetspast and @calaisreno's for the May Prompts challenge and sucking me into Limerick writing; Plus the IRL chatting of the Johnlock Community (at long last!) and special encouragement of @totallysilvergirl and @thegildedbee! Tysm you two!!! I owe you both so so much!!!

And since fandom gifts are meant to be shared, please go and share some love for these amazing authors and artists!! 💋xoxo - Liri

🎁 SH-221 by ??? (TBA!!!) a Holmestice Winter 2024 gift

The year is 2035 and John Watson is desperately looking for a job, trying to survive in a dystopian world run by technology. But Mike Stamford might just have the offer he needed: partaking in an experiment with a unique new android.

💝 H.O.U.N.D. by @k2ntwo

Behind the facade of Baskerville, Sherlock suspects there's a darker trial being run. One that involves a very human subject! It will take all of his courage to unleash the H.O.U.N.D.

🎁 Ode to Your Hands Upon My Waking at 3AM to Hear the Violin by @ghostofnuggetspast a poem response to 36 Views of London!

John turns to his hidden journal to let off a bit of steam in a (maybe?) healthy way. Well, it's healthy as long as Sherlock doesn't find it. O_o

💝 The Part of You That Stays by @holmesianlove @was-fuck-off-watson a FTH 2024 fic, brilliantly written! xoxo

Sherlock comes home a broken man and after serving as John’s best man he seemingly has a mental breakdown. Checking himself into a mental rehabilitation center. The medicine he needs is his Doctor ... but will John be able to put all of Sherlock’s broken pieces back together in time?

🎁 Sherlock and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week by @chriscalledmesweetie

John is away. Sherlock is NOT pleased.

💝 And Back Again by @anyawen a FTH 2024 gift poem remix

A book familiar and meaningful to both men offers guidance and hope.

🎁 What If I'm Not? (fanart) by @safedistancefrombeingsmart a FTH 2024 gift GIF image.

A stunning visual for the fic 'What If I'm Not'

💝 Body of Years by @gaylilsherlock (LipstickDaddy)

Sherlock has been dead for two years, fighting to stay alive each day to see John again. So, when he comes back to London and sees John about to close the door on their life together, he reaches a breaking point.

2023

💝 Of Scars and Revelations by @catlock-holmes for Holmestice Winter 2023

Sherlock has returned from his presumed death, but he isn’t the same he used to be. John isn’t the same either. Can they rekindle their friendship, or maybe even become something more?

🎁 Human Urges by @topsyturvy-turtely

John hated it. He utterly and truly hated it. Despised himself for it … That stupid, always present, torturing urge to be kissed!

💝 The Case of the Serial Secret Admirer by @hasenkind687

It is seven days until Valentine’s day. Humbuk - if you ask Sherlock. But then, anonymous gifts appears!

🎁 “John what the bloody hell are you doing?” by Atrocious_Magpie

Sherlock catches John baking cookies while listening to abba, what do you think happens next?

💝 This perfect JOHNLOCK IMAGE photo manip for ‘It Belongs in a Museum’, a gift made by @a-victorian-girl

2022

🎁 Live from the Morgue by @disfictional Holmestice Winter 2022.

A very special podcast episode 'Live from the Morgue’ with Molly Hooper, featuring guest star Sherlock Holmes, discussing his years away playing dead - while John listens … Brilliant!

💝 Mrs. Hudson’s Crack Brew by @chriscalledmesweetie for 2022 Year of the Crack Fic!

Mrs. Hudson is beginning to regret the part she played in bringing Sherlock and John together. Not to put too fine a point on it, those boys are LOUD. XD

🎁 Knitting Needles Out by @fluffbyday-smutbynight

Knitting. How hard could it be? Pretty hard, as it turned out. Especially cable knitting. Bahaha!

💝 This lovely GIF collab made by @liquor-liquor-lips for 'pack up the moon, and dismantle the sun’ quote by W.H. Auden and the reichenbach feels. 💋

2021

🎁 Shared Proximity by @fluffbyday-smutbynight for Holmestice Open Promptfest Winter 2021

“As ever, you see but you do not observe. Our respective lives are so enmeshed together, that such labels - like flatmates or colleagues or, yes, even friends - evidently fall short. Partners might do, and it’s not a coincidence that it’s a stand-in for couple.” A definition might prove necessary, but still not enough in itself. What’s the next step?

💝 (Full) Contact With Nature by @fluffbyday-smutbynight

John’s abs and thighs harden as he bucks up to get into a sitting position, but Sherlock puts all his weight on him pushing him back on the ground, and simultaneously catches John’s arms and pins them down by the wrists at the sides of his head.

🎁 A Story of Scent by maelle_lardeux & 💝Un affaire de sentur by malle_lardeux (french translation) 🥰 for @ohlooktheresabee & me

It’s amazing how smells can affect people’s emotions, in a good or bad way.C’est incroyable comment les odeurs peuvent affecter les émotions des personnes, d’une bonne ou d’une mauvaise façon.

🎁 The Mystery of the Red Pants by @simplyclockwork for Holmestice Summer 2021

A few spectacular laundry mishaps lead to revelations between Sherlock and John - and maybe a bit more …

💝 Practice Date by Fantasy_Fan_26

Sherlock wants to go on a date with John to figure out his feelings, but doesn’t want to be rejected, this is the plan he comes up with.

Plus these translated fics 💖:

🎄Шерлок – это женское имя [Sherlock is a Girl’s Name] translated by Flamyenko_No_Kami 🎄Бутылочка [Spin the Bottle] translated by Flamyenko_No_Kami 🎄Таксофон [Payphone] translated by Flamyenko_No_Kami  🎄Эксперименты по проводимости [Experiments in Conductivity] translated by Little_Unicorn 🎄【福华福】[授翻]Kiss Me Now Before You Go／离开前请吻我 translated by 十三横夏 [Whale_Juan] 🎄Dawno utracone [Long Lost] translated by Tulippa 🎄Помни меня [Remember Me] translated by Little_Unicorn

Is there anything better than a fandom gift??

[http-paprika]

BLUE / simon riley

my very, very late submission for @glitterypirateduck simon "ghost" riley challenge. this was heavily inspired by the new billie eilish song of the same title because I thought it fit him so well. i used the prompts "face touching", "the heat goes out and it's freezing", and "a confession is made"

simon ghost riley x female reader / 1106 words / contains angst, alcohol, and smoking

WITH every patron that hurried into the bar, cold and snow blew in with them—leaving those even in the darkest corners of the bar chilled and draining down more liquor. The drink spilled through her veins, warm and potent as she waited another hour, shrunk away in the shadows with her cost pulled tight. Simon wasn't coming, she knew better than to keep waiting for him. 

 Finishing her glass of whiskey, she lets it sting her throat the same way the tears in her eyes did. With remorse, she sets the glass down and rises from her chair. Through the crowded bar of happy couples and friends, someone's celebrating a birthday, another girl is sobbing in the corner with her friends trying their best to comfort her. The whole room pulses with life, feelings, love, and hate and she can't seem to find herself amongst the crush of emotions. Dull, apathetic, and removed as she slinks out of the door and into the blue moon night. 

 Winter still holds a fierce grip over Manchester, spilling white flurries in the air as she walks down the quiet streets with a cigarette to warm her from the cold. If he were there, they'd be sharing the smoke and she'd be warmed by the blushed haze that always befell her when their hands brushed exchanging the cigarette. 

 Her hand fumbles with her phone, the bright, blue light warning her of how late it was. But even with the early shift she had in the morning, she loiters along her route imagining he’ll be waiting by her flat like Simon would sometimes do. Giving her the delusion that he cared enough to come looking for her, even if he couldn't be bothered to grab drinks with her. 

 Despite all logic telling her not to bother with a call, she finds the number that she's left a hundred voicemails for. Sounding desperate and pathetic with every call as she tries to convince him into calling her back. 

 “Hi, Simon. It's me… again. I'm just calling to check in, I haven't heard from you in a week and I just want to make sure you're alright. Okay, I'm going to go, I'm at my flat. Call me, please.” The sound of the voicemail being replayed causes her to cringe, maybe he'd never hear it like he never hears the rest. Maybe he's got a new number, that was the type of thing someone as shifty as Simon would do. But she can't find reason in his sudden absence, no foreseen notice of a deployment or mission. No text to tell her he'd be unavailable. Nothing. 

 When she rounds the gate into her apartment complex, she can see in the low light of the second-floor walk, the lone figure waiting in front of her door even though he had the keys. Burly hands shoved into the worn pockets of his jacket with head tilted down as she climbed the stairs to join him. 

 She didn't need to see Simon’s face to know that he was thinking. Always thinking about the past he refused to tell her about. One that she could only dream up, trying to picture what had happened to turn him into the man he was. The man who she desperately tried to get over, but couldn't move on from. 

��I waited for you. It's the third Wednesday of the month, or did you just forget?” She asks, stubbing out the cigarette on the melt railing. The frame creaks as her fist tightens around it in frustration. “Simon?” 

 “Was busy with work, forgot to call.” He shrugs, pushing his hood back and shaking out his dark blond curls. A rough, wartorn face that she'd memorized like the back of her hand. It was so enticing to her, mesmerizing with his pale lashes and dark haunted eyes. The type of man that kept her safe at the bar and kept her up at night in stress. 

 “You're always busy.” She holds back a scoff, knowing arguing never got anywhere with Simon. He'd go silent with every accusation she'd throw, leaving her intimidated and guilty for yelling. Even if she knew he deserved it. 

 “It can't be helped. Times are tough.” Simon responds, his eyes trailing over her as she moves to unlock the flat. Fumbling with the lock like she did with the phone until his hand reached out and steadied her grasp. He leads her into the apartment like it was his own, with an empty place on the coat rack for his jacket, and a spot next to all of her shoes for his boots. An indent left throughout her home for whenever he'd find it in him to return.

 “Would you like a drink?” She asks, still feeling the need to play hostess as if he were a stranger visiting for the first time. At the edge of her seat waiting expectantly for a response and reaction. 

 “Sure.” He shrugs, pulling off the cloth mask as she shuffles into the small kitchen. Tiny enough that when he joins her there's tension as she tries not to bump into him. Pretending like she wasn't up the night before craving the warmth he gave, the firm touch of his hands, when her space heater died. 

 “I am sorry, love. I'll be there next time, I promise.” Simon apologizes, watching as avoids his presence like the plague. She chewed the inside of her cheek, knowing that she'd accept this apology like she'd done before. Knowing full well he never changed, and she’d never ask him to. 

 He reached out, sensing her indifference, and cupped her cheek in his calloused hands. That touch always turned her into mush, clay for him to mold to his will and whims. She knew it was pathetic how easily she swayed for him, knew that her friends always criticized her for being so weak-willed. But how could she possibly say no to him when he always came back, even if it was days late? Wasn’t she better off with him than trying to find someone else to love, wasn’t the heartache worth it? 

“You could do so much better than me, sweet girl. Sometimes I wish you would.” Simon confesses, his voice low and full of regrets. He turns his head down towards her, wrapping her close in his arms, taking the glass of water out of her hand, and setting it down. 

Her mouth opens to speak, but no words form when she realizes she’s just as guilty as him. She’d never change, he’d never change. Together, they’d stay unmoving, frozen in the longest, blue winter.

[writing-with-emy]

Tw: sh

Idk if you’d be comfortable writing this (if you are not, no worries) but i was just wondering if you would write a poguesxf!reader where the reader comes off as a really happy and genuine person but is secretly struggling with self harm and is cutting herself and the pogues find out or see blood or something and she tries to play it off as nothing but they figure it out and convince her that she’s not a burden and then they all help her get help/get better in their own ways? Again if you’re not comfortable that’s totally fine, I know it’s heavy stuff.

FOREVER WINTER - Pogues x F!Reader

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Shipping: Pogues x F!Reader (platonic) Summary: Above in the request! Word counts: 3.880 words Warnings: explicit content and mentions of self harm, depression, suicidal Thoughts, self-hatred, swear words, mentions of drinking

A/N: Please do not read it if you struggle with something of the above, if you do read it, please keep in mind that you are loved and wanted! YOU ARE ENOUGH! I have put some Numbers under the Imagine if you want/need them. if you know someone who struggles with this or any other mental health issue, please be there for them, they need them and check on your loved ones you never know what there going through right at given moment. And as always, feel open to correct when/if you see writing/grammar mistakes! Eras Tour Festival | Red (T.V.) Masterlist

„That’s definitely not true.“, you Heard the voice of Pope going through the whole chateau. „Of course it is. I read it on Wikipedia.“, JJ threw back at Pope, like it was obviously the best and most reliable source of the Internet. The rest of it was blended out because of the Major Headache you got, maybe you shouldn‘t have drank so much last night at the bonfire party.

You let out an unidentified sound and tried to hide from the sun who shines into the window of yours and JJs room you sometimes shared at John B's place. You put a pillow on your face trying to make it darker, but that doesn‘t help to blend out the laughter coming from the living room. You were still wearing your sweater from last night, better to say you still wore your whole outfit from last night, but the sweater was the important part of it, it was your try to hide the wounds that came to your arm two nights prior. You‘ve been struggling with your mental health for quite a while actually, but your friends didn‘t need to know that. They didn‘t need to know, that your parents, who just were freshly separated, gave you a shit ton of stress because of your friends who weren‘t Kooks or that your grades started to go down or people like Rafe Cameron and his friends who loves to give a lot of shitty remarks on the way you dress or look because you were hanging with the Pogues. No, they didn‘t need to know that and to be fair as much as you tried to talk you into the mindset that it was just a phase of feeling shitty, the wanting of actually ending everything came way more often from day to day. Way more often than you wanted to admit Because you just felt like a burden to everyone and everything.

You had no Idea how long you laid in bed after you woke up, but once you heard the door open you turned to it and saw JJ coming in. „Hey there sleeping beauty, finally awake?“, he asked, walking to the dresser. „I‘ve been for a while.“, you said, forcing a smile and furrowing your brows together because of the headache. „What got a headache?“, he asked seeing your forced smile and the together furrowed brows You just nodded, laying your head against the Pillows. „Well, I don‘t like saying it but, I told you not to drink so much, so.. I told you so.“. He said, smirking. „Just shut up, you‘re the reason I‘m even awake.“, you said laughing slightly. „You didn‘t just say that.“ he gasped, putting a hand on his chest. „Yes I did, what do you wanna do about it?“, you asked, grinning slyly at him. What you didn‘t expect was him taking your pillow and throwing it in your face. „Are you serious?“, you grumbled under the pillow. „Yes.“, he said and you didn‘t even need to look to know he has his shit eating grin on looking at you. You took your pillow, throwing it back in his face, before sitting up hearing your stomach grumble. „I‘m gonna grab something to eat, do whatever you wanted to do when you came in.“, you said, getting up from the bed and going out.

When you came Into the living room you saw John B, Kie and Pope together on the couch talking. John B waa the first to notice you. „Hey, she is awake!“, raising his Coca Cola Can in the air. „Ayyy.“, Pope and Kie said, raising theirs.

You wanted to say something but your stomach came first and grumbled loudly which made everyone laugh.

„I‘m gonna grab something to eat, and then I‘m right back.“, you said smiling, before going to the kitchen. You made yourself some toast with whatever was left over and grabbed yourself a Can of Coca Cola. „So what were you guys talking about earlier?“, you asked, throwing yourself next to Kie. „Oh, JJ just told us a stupid fact about Phineas and Ferb which wasn‘t true.“, Pope said. You just nodded while taking a bite from your toast. „Why are you still wearing the stuff from last night?“, Kie changed the subject. „Oh.. I just forgot to bring clothes to change into, I‘m just gonna drive home later to change and shower before coming back.“, you said, hoping they would believe you. You knew you could always borrow something from John B since he lives here and even from JJ because half of his clothes are here. „Why didn‘t you ask? I could‘ve given you some spare clothes for the night.“, John B stated something you already knew. „I know I just was probably too drunk to think about that.“, you said, giving John B your best smile you could spare right now.

He let it be because pope stated that you were actually really drunk last night, more than usual.

–

A few hours later you came home, hoping that your mother wasn‘t home right now, but to your luck she was.

„Where were you last night, I told you to come straight home after the Bonfire.“, she said, trying to keep calm but slightly failing at it. You knew when your mom was angry, nostrils flared, eyes wide with anger and her cheeks had a slight tone of red which wasn‘t cursed because of her rouge she normally wore. „I slept over at some friends house, I was too drunk to drive and I forget to text you I‘m sorry.“, you knew you didn‘t need to say their names, she already knew where you were so no need to lying, at least that would take away some steam, telling the truth was better than lying to her in those kind of situations. „And were your so-called friends the reason you drank so much?“, she asked, putting quote marks to the “friends” parts. „No I wanted it myself, they tried to stop me even but I didn‘t let them.“, you knew whatever you say, she wouldn‘t believe you when it came to the Pogues,

But to your surprise she just nodded.

„You're grounded for the next two weeks, no Pogues, no drinking and no phone.“, she said, putting her hand out. You turned off your phone before giving it to her. „Now, up to your room, and take a shower you smell like a whole bar of old drunk man.“, she said, scrunching her nose in disgust. You nodded walking up the stairs to your room.

You took off all your clothes, throwing them in your laundry basket, before taking new stuff out and going into your bathroom. You turn the Water on steaming hot before going in and let the heat relax your muscles. You laid your head back letting the hot water hit your face trying to calm your haughty who are spiraling right now. When you looked down you saw your cuts which are starting to heal, the crust on them in a dark red–brownish color the feeling and wanting to cut again coming back up. You finish your shower quickly, before heading out and putting a white towel around your body. Back in your room you sit on your bed, thinking but before you knew it you had a new blade in your hand while standing in your bathroom. The door behind you was closed and locked so your mom couldn‘t come in, you turned the shower on again so she wouldn’t hear you.

And there you were standing in front of your mirror just blankly staring at yourself in your towel with still damp hair, the short time outside nearly drying your hair since today was a really hot day in the outer banks. You knew your friends wanted to look for fish and go swimming out with the boat, but you couldn't resist the urge no matter how hard you tried.

(A/N: I give you the chance of skipping this part because is getting more explicit here with the self harm, so feel free to skip <3)

You just stared and the thoughts came rushing in your head. They don‘t want you. You are just a burden. You are a burden for your family, your friends and the people around you. You are just a piece of shit. You are worth nothing. You are not worthy of love. Do you really think your parents love you? You are.. You.. ..

You couldn‘t bear it anymore, you just grabbed the blade and set the first cut, then the second and the third. You just started going wild, and after you could see the one arm not anymore because of the blood, you started on the other arm, just going absolutely feral like a wild animal trying to kill its prey. You didn‘t even notice that you started crying while doing it, you stopped when your other arm was also full with your own blood.

(A/N: It’s over here, I didn‘t wanted it to Long )

You let the razor blade fall into the sink, breaking down crying not realizing that your blood is dripping in the sink, on the floor and on your towel which you have to throw away later. You just cried, cried because you felt unworthy of anything, friends, love, parents, anything that is normal in someone’s life. And it was triggered just by the little argument with your mom, what you couldn‘t even call that. You had no Idea how long you sat on the bathroom floor crying, but once you calmed down, you got up, you washed your arms free from the blood, the water slightly burning in your fresh wounds, but you tried to make no noise. Before you did anything else, you grabbed your first aid kit from your bathroom cabinet and put bandages around your arms, firmly enough to hopefully stop the bleeding. You changed in your room, you just throw on some shorts, a shirt and a new sweater, before putting on your shoes and throwing some spare clothes in a backpack and climbing out of your window, you had luck that under your window was the roof of the Garage and that your Mom hadn‘t took away your car keys.

Once you got into your car you turned the engines on and drove away. You saw your mom running out, yelling at you from the rearview mirror but you turned on your radio and drove to the Chateau. Was it stupid? Yes. Would you be in more trouble afterwards? Yes. Did you care right now? Absolutely fucking not.

–

The engine turned off once you turned the key, the radio dying instantly, you watched your friends getting the boat ready for a little trip like usual. You just sit there quietly, thinking if you really wanted to go with them, or if you would just be a burden for them? You took a deep breath before mumbling under your breath „fuck it.“, you took your backpack and got out of your car, walking towards them.

„Hey she is back!“ JJ yelled, with two fishing rods in his hands. „Yeah, and guess who is grounded for two weeks?“, you grinned at him. „And then you are here?“, Pope asked. „Well, I don‘t really care. I mean she can‘t contact me, while she is the one who has my phone.“, you laughed. „That’s my girl.“, JJ grinned, giving Pope the Rods before putting an arm around your shoulders. „Well, looks like I have another guest for those two weeks.“, John B said, putting the buckets down. „I‘m just bringing my Backpack in and then I‘m right back outside.“, you said, wending out of JJs arm, going Inside, throwing your backpack on the bed.

–

Like 15 minutes later you guys were on the way to a place where the water would be deep enough to swim and to fish, once you guys found the place, you stopped the boat and let the anchor down.

After a while you had now Idea how much time is passing by, you just realized the sun is slowly starting to settle down, while laughing absolutely hard at one or JJs stupid Jokes, you had funny and actually forget what Made broke down earlier, actually you had pushed those memories and feelings so far back in your brain, that you forgot that you had bandages around both of your underarms when you rolled up your sleeves. You were at first confused as to why everyone quieted down, but when you looked at your arms, you remembered what you did early and faster put them down again looking at every single one of your friends who just stared at you.

„Y/N..“, Pope started. „Yeah?“, you asked like nothing happened. „Why Did you have bandages around your arms?“, kie asked straightly. „What?“, you tried to act innocent, not to let anything shine through. „You know what we mean.“ John B said. „Nope.“, you said while sipping your drink.

And that started an argument about why you have bandages around your underarms.

„Y/N, come on, you can tell us when something is going on.“, JJ said. „Nothing is going on, I had an accident.. that’s all.“, you said, shrugging with your shoulders. „An accident on both of your arms?“, Pope asked, not believing a single word you just said. „Yep.“, you nodded, trying to not let your eyes get watery.

They stared at you again for some time, just in pure disbelief you would lie them blankly in the face.

„I‘m okay guys, it‘s nothing.“. You tried laughing it off. „Stop telling us that you‘re okay, when you‘re clearly not.“, Throwed JJ in getting mad at the fact that you kept your problems away from them.

You just kept quiet looking away, trying to hold in your tears that started brimming in your eyes.

„You know what, you don‘t need to tell us anything..yet. We can just sit here, it's okay.“, Kie said, putting a hand on your shoulder. „But we can‘t help you, if you don‘t let us.“, Pope said, coming to your other side putting a hand on your other shoulder. „I know.. I just don‘t want to cry.. I feel.. Fuck, I feel so stupid for crying.“, you said looking up in the sky, still tryongnto hold those tears in. „Hey.. It‘s Okay to cry.“, John B said, squatting down in front of you, turning and holding your face in his hands so you look at him. „It‘s okay.“, he said, looking you in the eyes. „They‘re right Y/N, all of them.“, JJ said, squatting down next to John B.

You nodded, finally letting your tears break out. The four of them started hugging you in a big hug, all of them embracing you in a hug full of love, a hug that feels like comfort and Home. Once you let go of them, and they let go of you, you told them everything, what’s been going on, the remarks of rafe that were worsened when your friends weren‘t with you, the divorce of your parents plus them hating on your friends and very little else.

„Why didn‘t you tell us that earlier?“, Kie asked. „I didn‘t wanted to be a burden, which I probably am right now, I didn‘t wanted you to put all that on you, especially at the start of the divorce of my parents, I just fell into that habit of hurting myself, when I came home it just was the worst I have ever been with this feeling, I didn‘t even realized, that I was doing it so much and so fast, I just wanted to quiet down my thoughts. I wanted to drain them out and not feel anything..“, you explain to them. „You aren‘t a burden, who told you that.“, John B stated. „Well, I actually heard my Mom say it on the phone while the divorce was still going on. She was discussing it with my father who would keep me. They talked about me like I was an object and not a person.“, you said, staring at your hands.

You didn‘t have to look to know that everyone was looking at you with pitying faces.

„You aren‘t a burden, your mom is fucking stupid to say stuff like this, she doesn‘t deserve you.“, JJ said standing up. You looked at him while everyone said his name in shock. „No he is right..“, you started. „But I don‘t really want to talk about it anymore.. can we switch the theme?“, you asked, drying your eyes with the arms of your sweater.

–

When you were back at the Chateau, you felt someone putting their arm around your shoulders.

„Don‘t worry, we‘re getting you away from that, and out of that dark hole.“, Kie said, going next to you. „Yeah definitely, we‘re gonna kick their asses.“, JJ said, coming next to you with a bucket full of fish. „Thank you guys, you really make me feel safe.“, you said with a light smile. „Yep, and we aren‘t going anywhere anytime soon.“, Pope said, while JJ put his arm around your waist. „Right, and you‘re gonna stay here as long as you need to. See the chateau as your clinic now, and we are doctors and nurses to help you.“, John B said, walking in front of you guys with the other bucket in hand. „I don‘t know if I want JJ as my Doctor or my nurse.“, you said jokingly. „Hey, what does that mean?“he asked, offended. „I think I would be a great nurse or a doctor.“, he started trying to walk past you, Kie and pope, tripping and nearly falling on his face in the process. „Try to learn to walk straight first.“, you said a grin slipping its way on your Lips.

–

„Hey what’s wrong, pretty face?“, JJ asked, sitting down next to you. „I don‘t know if I‘m doing the right thing, whilst staying away from my mom and stuff you know..“, you said.

The two weeks where you normally would’ve been grounded, past way two fast, it’s the beginning of week three, and you actually didn‘t harm yourself in those three weeks. Well, nearly, you tried it a few times secretly, but you were always stopped luckily.

„You‘re doing the right thing.“, JJ said, putting an arm around your shoulder pulling you closer to him. „Then why does it feel so wrong to me.?“, you asked, leaning against him and putting your head on his shoulder. „Well, you Mom expected you to live after her and do everything to make her happy and be at her standards, but right now you‘re focusing on you and not her, that’s probably why.“, he said, drawing little things on your shoulder while leaning his head against yours. „Can we like, I don‘t know cuddle for a bit? I just want to be close to someone for a little bit. Is that okay?“, you asked JJ, looking up at him. „Yeah totally.“, he said.

You both lie down on the bed you're sitting on to cuddle, which actually helped with the way you were feeling.

–

Today was a bad day, a very bad day. You were out with the Pogues like you were for the last few weeks, the last Month you and the Pogues went out nearly every single day and today was not different. You either went to the Wreck, to the beach to surf, out on the boat, or just drove around in the Twinkie even in the middle of the night.

All those things actually helped get you away from your thoughts, well it went well until today. You didn‘t know what was wrong, but today just fell off even though you were excited, because today was a Little movie show near the beach, and you guys decided to go there and watch the movie, that was until Rafe Cameron needed to make a remark. You tried to ignore it, but when he and his friends started laughing, you couldn't bear it and just ran away. You didn‘t make it war away, just war enough to hide between the cars at the Twinkie.

You started crying once you were alone, that just sat you off and ruined it.

„Hey.. Hey..“, you Heard John B coming towards you, before sitting next to you on the floor and pulling you against his chest. „It‘s okay, you‘re okay.“, he said, straddling your head. „I‘m sorry, I didn‘t want to ruin it. I tried to be strong, but I just couldn‘t once they laughed. I‘m so so sorry that I‘m so fucking weak and need to cry..“, you croaked against his chest. „Hey don‘t say that.. This? These tears are not a weakness. This right now is not a weakness.. This all shows how strong you are and how strong you‘ve been. And when you‘re done, look back and know that you were strong enough to overcome what you once thought to be impossible, alright?a, he asked, holding your face in his hands.

You just nodded sniffling. He gave you a kiss on your forehead before pulling you again against his chest.

„Did you really need to punch him in the face JJ?“, Popes' voice was heard. „Yes.“, the speaker answered. „Well, This whole thing sucked, so let’s just go home and watch a movie there.“, Kie said looking at you and John B, who now were sitting in the open twinkie. „Yeah let’s do that.“, you said, giving them a little smile.

Back at the chateau, you guys watched some old movie that John B had there. You were sitting next to JJ, when you looked at him shortly, before putting your head on his shoulder.

„Thank you for Punching Rafe.“, you whispered. „No need to thank me.“, he whispered back. You just smile softly for yourself.

–

A few months later, you started to stay just for a few days at your mothers since her house doesn‘t really feel like a home anymore. To your surprise she couldn‘t care less, a few months ago you would‘ve cried about that fact, but since you way over that because of your friends that are your family now, you also couldn‘t care less. Today you were back at the chateau, drinking and having fun with your friends, when something came to your mind.

„I never said, 'Thank you‘, did I?“, you said out of nowhere. „For what?“, John B asked, with everybody agreeing. „For.. Well.. Everything you did for me the past few months.“, you said smiling looking at every single one of them. „You don‘t need to thank us for that.“, Kie said. „Yeah, that‘s what friends are there for.“, Pope said. „No.“, JJ said, getting everyone off guard. „What?“, everyone said in sync. „We are not friends, we are a family. That‘s what a family is there for.“, he said standing up looking in your eyes.

Smiling, you stand up with JJ raising your Can Beer in the air.

„On us and all the years in the future we hopefully stay like this. Cheers!“, you said looking at your family. „On Us!“, everyone cheers with you taking a sip from their drinks.

All of these Numbers are available 24/7 and charge Free

–USA: 988 (suicide & life crisis lifeline) 1-866-488-7386 (The Trevor project) 678-678 (Trevor project Text [text START]) 1-877-565-8860 (Trans Lifeline)

–UK: 0800 689 5653 (National Suicide Prevention) 0800 068 4141 (Hopline 247 / PAPYRUS) ^07860039967 (Text)

–Switzerland: 143 (die Dargebotene Hand)

–Sweden: 90101 (Självmordslinjen)

–Netherlands: 0800 0113 (Stichting 113Online)

–Irland: 116 123 (Samaritans)

–Germany: 0800 111 0 111 or 0800 111 0 222 (Telefonseelsorge)

–France: 3114 (didn‘t found a name) 1-877-330-6366 (Fil santé jeunes)

–Canada: 1-833-456-4566 (Talk Suicide Canada) 1-877-330-6366 (Trans lifeline)

–Brazil: 188 (Centro de Valorização)

–Austria: 142 (Telefonseelsorge [Samaritan Telephone])

–Australia: 13 11 14 (Lifeline) 1800 55 1800 (Kids Helpline [ages 5-25])

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Country Mouse, City Mouse Chapter 10 (end)

On Ao3

This is the last chapter! I really enjoyed writing Mihawk. Hope you enjoyed reading it.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

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A Horse By Any Other Name

Mihawk POV

Despite his denial about the changing seasons, the farming season was coming to a close. You were busy harvesting, breaking down areas of the farm that had stopped producing, and training the humandrills to take care of your horse. You’d named it Draftmule Mihorse, which you found amusing. He pretended that he did not. Perona had said Mihawk was “moping,” but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. He was an intelligent man, he knew that all things must end. Still, he couldn’t stop himself from watching you work from the windows of the castle, wondering where your travels would take you next. 

He had no doubt that you could succeed anywhere, though the thought of you capriciously traipsing through the world did worry him. You didn’t know how terrible and cruel the world was - and he hoped you never had to learn. You didn’t seem to care that there were dangers lurking around each corner, waiting to pounce on an unsuspecting victim. The more he thought about it, the less he liked the thought of your whimsical travels. He would try to talk some sense into you, and see what could be arranged.

He left the castle and came down to watch you tend to Mihorse. You obviously loved the creature and anticipated its every need. You didn’t use it as a draft horse as much as a riding horse. He loved watching you ride it about the island, hair fluttering behind you. He had once seen you ride it in the nude under the light of the moon, a sight he would never forget. You were murmuring to Mihorse as you brushed him.

“Ah, Y/N. How is your steed today?” He refused to use the silly name. The beast was not even a mule, much less a draft mule.

“Mihorse is doin’ lovely, as always” you said, kissing the horse on the snout. The horse in return bit your straw hat and pulled it off your head. You didn’t seem to mind. 

“Out of curiosity, why are you training the humandrills to take care of the horse?” he wasn’t sure why the task had been allocated to them, rather than himself. It was certainly not jealousy prompting his line of questioning.

“Well, you leave for weeks on end for work, Perona hates horses, and Mihorse hates Zoro. So, who else would take care of him? Besides, they treat him like a little prince, he loves it. He might think he’s one of them,” you mused.

“Why aren’t you taking him with you on your journey?

You sighed forlornly and patted the horse on the neck. “I don’t think I can. He needs a lot of care and a stable life, not a life of travel…I’m gonna miss him a lot.” You looked up at his face and asked “what’s on your mind doll?” You were attuned to Mihawk’s moods, something else he would miss when you left. 

“I wanted to speak to you about your upcoming departure from the island.” You frowned slightly.

“Yeah, that’s comin’ real soon, huh?”

“Indeed. I am not sure your usual methods of finding new work will be suitable.”

“Oh, why might that be?”

“You were seen in public in my company, at the lizard’s gala. You will be known to the government as an outlaw.”

“But don’t you work for the government?” you said, looking at him quizzically. Mihawk frowned - that was a good point.

“In a manner of speaking. But other pirates and underworld bosses saw the same as well. It would not be safe to travel haphazardly to another location.”

“I don’t need to travel willy nilly, Shanks said he’d come pick me up and drop me at another island. I was thinkin’ of tryin’ a winter island this time, just for fun. Winter crops are so interestin’, especially since you can-”

Mihawk did something uncharacteristic. He interrupted you. 

“You may not journey on that decrepit, malodorous, dilapidated, ramshackle ship of foolishness.”

You raised an eyebrow and gave him a look. You crossed your arms and shifted your weight to one leg. This…may not have been the best method to convince you.

“Really? Is there a reason why you are able to forbid me from doin’ somethin? As far as I remember, our partnership is about to expire, leaving me a free woman. Isn’t that so?”

“Yes, that was the arrangement.”

“ Was ? Is there somethin’ I don’t know?” You looked even angrier than before. He decided to bare his feelings to you and deal with what may come.

“Yes, in fact there is. I do not wish for you to leave. I have enjoyed every moment spent in your company. You are the light to my dark, the sun to my moon, the rose to my thorn. I am never bored with you and never tire of listening to you. You are beyond what I could ever think possible to find in a woman. You are interesting, intelligent, charming, alluring, and a sensual treat. Please, stay with me.”

“Mihawk, I…”

“If you wish to travel and move on, I would be honored to take you to another location. It is selfish of me to covet more of your time. But I…I am only a man. A man in love. Please.” Mihawk practically whispered the last word as he looked at you with an intense gaze. He hadn’t begged for anything in his life. But he would beg on his knees if you wanted him to.

Y/N POV

You uncrossed your arms and stood up on your toes, putting your face close to his. 

“All you had to do was ask,” you said as you closed the distance and kissed him deeply.

"You can move into the shed with me if you'd like," you said mischievously.

"For you, I would." He considered his words for a moment and continued, "though I would prefer not to." You laughed and kissed him again.

You weren’t sure what the future would bring, but you wanted it to include your dour, sweet, romantic, violent, pale, farming protege. And Shanks had been right - one mention of his name and Mihawk had professed his love. Maybe you’d give him a bottle of booze from Croc’s house too. 

[youhavetosmile]

Karedevil (Taylor's Version)

Thanks @kdheaven for the prompt! Apologies for the delay.

The most Karedevil song on each Taylor Swift album, with rationales, according to me:

Debut: Tied Together With A Smile

I think this song encapsulates how both Matt and Karen present the image to others that they have their sh*t together, but on the inside they're really hurting. The second verse really gets me: "I guess it's true that love was all you wanted / 'Cause you're giving it away like it's extra change / Hoping it will end up in his pocket / But he leaves you out like a penny in the rain / Oh, 'cause it's not his price to pay." You can think of Matt's relationship with Stick and Karen's relationship with her dad this way. I like to think that by the end of the show they each have a more real vision of the other.

Fearless: Come In With The Rain

This feels very post-Defenders/early Season 3 from Karen's POV. At that point, everyone but Karen thinks Matt is dead. She doesn't get any proof of this until several episodes into S3, but she always has that hope. She's also dealing with a lot of complicated emotions toward Matt - she still loves him (obv) but she's also really mad at him and grieving the fact that he's not around. I'm sure even Karen questioned whether Matt was still alive at some point. I can see her going to bed with her window open just in case.

Speak Now: I Can See You

I love @kdheaven's pick of "Sparks Fly" but this one is so spot-on in my mind. I love the irony of the title because Matt is blind but he can "see" Karen in a way no one else can. "And we kept everything professional / But something's changed, it's something I like" fits them, as well as "I can see you being my addiction / You can see me as a secret mission / Hide away and I will stop behaving myself." I love this one for them!

Red: Forever Winter

I think this song is a great musical representation of S3 Karedevil. The facades have fallen and they've gotten to see each other's self-destructive tendencies and said "I love you even at your darkest / And please don't go." "He seems fine most of the time, forcing smiles and never minds" is an apt description of Matt.

1989: You Are In Love

Again, love @kdheaven's pick of "This Love." But the chorus is what really does it for me: "You can hear it in the silence / You can feel it on the way home / You can see it with the lights out / You're in love, true love." 'Nuff said.

reputation: New Year's Day

To me, this song represents Matt and Karen's commitment to support each other, no matter what. Again, all the cards are on the table, and they're still willing to show up for each other, "When you're lost and I'm scared and you're turning away...When it's hard or it's wrong or we're making mistakes." The second verse seems particularly applicable as a message from Karen to Matt: "I'll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe / Or if you strike out and you're crawling home." Daredevil is morally gray, and I'm sure lots of people have lots of different opinions about him. But Karen has always stood by him. Also, New Year's Day is a day typically associated with New York here in the U.S.

Lover: Cruel Summer

This entire song screams Karedevil to me. I think it's particularly applicable to their early relationship, when they're still figuring each other out. There's a lot of feelings there, but it's fragile because it's new and they're hiding so much. "Breakable heaven" indeed. And then there's "He looks up grinning like a devil." ;)

folklore: peace

I'm 100% with @kdheaven on this one. The only thing I can say that they didn't already is that Matt and Karen both have chaos in their souls. This song is basically them saying "Here I am. This is me. Is this enough?" I also really love the "sit with you in the trenches" line for them. They're both willing to get their hands dirty for each other.

evermore: willow

I think this song follows the arc of their relationship really well. The first verse makes me think of their first meeting, when Karen is "rough on the surface" because of the charges leveled against her but Matt "cut through like a knife" and believed she didn't do it when no one else did.

The second verse coincides with when they start dating. They're idolizing each other, seeing each other as "a mythical thing." "Head on the pillow, I can feel you sneaking in" always gives me the image of Matt coming home after a long night of Daredeviling and crawling into bed next to Karen.

Then the last verse: they know the truth and have shown each other "the places where the others gave you scars." I also love the legal references throughout the song: "open-shut case" and "every bait-and-switch was a work of art." I can imagine Karen sitting in the gallery of a courtroom with a huge smile on her face as she watches Matt absolutely kill it.

Midnights: Karma

"Karma is my boyfriend" propels this song to the top of the list. Is there a more fitting description of Matt from Karen's POV? I will die on the hill that Karen was never mad at Matt for being Daredevil. She's always been a fan, even before she knew who Daredevil really was. And after that, her issue was that he didn't tell her. She's always been and, in my opinion, will continue to be proud of him and what he does on both sides of the law.

TTPD: The Albatross

In an effort to not end this post on a super sad note, I'm picking this song (though MBOBHFT is, unfortunately, also fitting). This one has a similar vibe to "peace," though I see this one a little more from Matt's POV than Karen's. Stick taught Matt that relationships are dangerous--for him and for the other person. So he tries to keep everyone at arm's length. Karen ignores all of that. She still loves him, even though she knows who Matt is and that being associated with him is potentially dangerous for her. I hear Matt in the lines "The devil that you know / Looks now more like an angel / I'm the life you chose / And all this terrible danger."

Thanks again to @kdheaven for the opportunity to combine my two obsessions!

[g-girlshavingfun]

December Prompts

9) Mismatched socks - Abby x Townsend

6 and a half years after UWS, Abby and Townsend face an early winter morning with the twins. (CW: implied postpartum anxiety)(3,491)

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For potentially the thousandth time in a row, Abby was awoken by crying.

Groaning into her husband-shaped pillow, she rolled over in bed, sneaking one eye open to peer at the clock which glared at her from her bedside table. 3:46 am. Her mental processing was slow, stalled by the early hour and sleep deprivation, meaning an arm had wrapped around her waist, chest pressed against her back, nose nuzzling sleepily into the crook of her neck before she could think to drive an elbow into his stomach.

“Your daughter’s awake.” Her whisper was met with a lazy grunt, thick arm tightening around her, pulling their bodies flush with one another.

“My daughter?”

“She’s being loud and annoying.” Abby would feel bad about saying it if it weren’t true, would apologise to Morgan in her head if she could hear herself think.

“I ask again, my daughter?” Another elbow to the gut and another protesting grunt. She felt her husband smile into her neck, huff a low chuckle, press a light kiss to her skin in apology. “I’m sure it’s your turn.”

She shook her head, trying to pry his arms from around her, “Nope, I fed them a couple hours ago. Your turn.”

“There’s no bottles left, if she’s hungry I can’t-

“-I just said I fed them two hours ago.” Successfully yet reluctantly removing his arms from around her waist, she rolled back over in bed and began pushing against his chest, turning to bury her face back in his pillow. “She’s not hungry, just wants some attention.”

He huffed as her hands displaced him from his spot in bed, his below-his-breath mutterings softened by the small smile tugging at his lips. “My daughter you say.”

“Just go, before she wakes up Matty.”

Edward laughed as he rolled out of bed, stumbling in the dark for a moment before he found his footing, footsteps light against the carpet as he snuck out of their bedroom and towards the nursery.

Keeping an ear out for the lessening of her daughter’s cries, for the soft tones of her husband soothing her back to sleep, for the inevitable waking of her son the second Morgan starts to dose off, Abby curled back up under the covers of their bed, already missing Edward’s warmth. It had been 3 months since they had brought the twins home from the hospital, and though they had been 3 of the most beautiful months of her life, she was also absolutely exhausted.

All the time.

Throughout their careers, her and Edward had gone through countless sleepless nights, often in a row. There were nights spent tailing subjects whose movements were more suspicious under the cover of darkness, nights spent on lookout casing infiltration targets or searching for suspicious activity. There were nights spent undercover, dolled up in everything from ballgowns to miniskirts, nights spent planning their next move, evaluating their last. There were nights spent in the comforts of each other, Edward holding her tight as she cried for her brother-in-law, her niece, her sister, nights spent screaming at one another, furious over his concealed past, hurt over her seemingly indifferent actions. And of course there were the countless nights when sleep was the furthest thing from their minds, too wrapped up in the heat and want and need of one another to pay any mind to the aching tiredness in their bones.

Through all of those sleepless nights however, none had left her quite so exhausted as the past few months had, and she knew he was in a similar state.

It turned out having two babies, yes at the same time Townsend, that’s what twins means you big baby, was infinitely harder than having one. Not that either of them had experienced raising one child, her husband not knowing about his eldest son for the first 18 years of his life and the closest Abby coming to children up until now being her niece, who she certainly saw a lot of and helped with as an infant but didn’t live with. It turned out, with twins, everything was twice as difficult. When one woke up screaming, the other tended to follow suit, and holding both babies securely at the same time was a challenge both parents were too anxious to attempt. They could each only feed one at a time, change them, bathe them one at a time, and as soon as both twins were settled from one problem, another reared its head in quick succession. Initially Edward had planned to have partly returned to work by now, and Abby was going rejoin desk duty in the new year, but both of their return dates had been pushed back as they realised that this whole parenting thing was a lot harder than they anticipated.

Their family had offered them plenty of help. Zach was already quite taken with his younger siblings, him and Cammie often making an appearance to offer a helping hand. Assistance mainly came in the form of cleaning the apartment in Cammie’s case, cooking in Zach’s, as although they both enjoyed their time spent cuddling the babies, neither of them were leaping to volunteer to change them. Rachel on the other hand was a godsend, dragging Joe over to their place every weekend to give one of the parent’s a day off in bed, to give advice when Edward swallowed his pride and asked for it, to hold Abby through her tears when she worried she was failing, that she was screwing everything up. Joe tried to be more distant with the twins, as he was with Cammie when she was young, babies making him uncharacteristically jumpy and nervous, uncomfortable in his own skin in a way Abby imagined he hadn’t been since he was a child himself. When Rachel brought him over, he tended to quietly tidy up their place, to restock their cupboards, to cook them meals they could easily reheat, until Abby grew frustrated with him and dumped one of her children in his arms, wanting, needing them to have an uncle who wasn’t scared of their existence. Macey had even been over a handful of times. Never staying long, she tended to pop in with a bag of new gifts to spoil the pair with and lingered just long enough to hold them both, to check in with how Abby was doing, to give her updates on what the outside world looked like before clearing off again.

So yes, they had plenty of help, and it was greatly appreciated, but they were still exhausted.

And yet, despite her bone-deep, soul-crushing, mind-numbing weariness, Abby couldn’t fall back asleep. Couldn’t escape the empty space in her bed left by her husband, the December chill biting at her hands and feet, the burning in her ears, her head, her heart from her daughter’s cries. Pushing back the couple tears burning at the back of her head, tears of frustration and exhaustion all at once, she climbed out of bed and into her slippers, wrapping one of Edward’s sweaters around her as she went.

In the nursery, he was stood by the window, Morgan cradled to his bare chest as he bounced her slowly back and forth, head bent to hers as he hummed the last Christmas song they heard on the radio to try soothe her back to sleep.

Abby’s teeth clasped around her bottom lip.

The first couple months after giving birth, she hadn’t wanted anything to with sex or anything close to it. She hadn’t felt less attractive since she was a child, long before she discovered boys and how to keep their attention. She hadn’t felt less attracted to other people since not long after that, when she started discovering boys and girls, and how the pretty ones could make her heart race. Even during the late stages of her pregnancy, when she began to look and feel like a beached whale, Edward had still found a way of looking at her and making her feel desirable. Then she had the twins and suddenly she was cringing away from him the one time his hand strayed below her waist, levelling a glare at him the one time she caught him staring at her legs.

Rachel had assured her that it was normal, that she was the same after Cammie. That her body had quite literally been torn in two, she was exhausted and somewhat tearful, she suddenly had very innocent ears in the next room, and more often than not she was victim to at least one bodily fluid soaking through her clothes or into her hair. Edward had never even mentioned it. He never let his hands drift beyond that first time, he pressed kisses solely onto her hair, her forehead, her cheek, called her beautiful and strong and perfect all in one glance.

And then a couple of months passed, and she started to feel like herself again, and she started noticing that her husband looked extremely good when he was holding babies. Especially when they were their babies. And he was shirtless.

Trying to remind herself that it was 4 in the morning and there were crying infants in the room and that this was not the time, she walked up behind them, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her face to his bare back. Taking a deep breath, the heat from his sauna of a body started to chase the cold from her bones, the smell of him soothed the anxiety drumming around her head, the feel of him pressed up against her, their daughter in his arms and their son sleeping peacefully behind them slowing down the pounding of her heart.

Propping herself up on her tiptoes, she peered over her husband’s shoulder at their still snivelling daughter, frowning as her face scrunched up in displeasure. Gently, she ran her pinky over Morgan’s tear stained cheek, smiling into Edwards neck when her tears paused, head turning into her mother’s hand.

“You should go back to bed love, get some sleep.” He turned in her arms, forehead leaning against hers, whisper getting caught in her hair. “I’ve got them I promise.”

She nodded. She knew. She knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to them, but all the same…

“Can’t. Baby hormones are making my brain stupid again.” Sighing through his soft smile, he pressed a long kiss to the top of her head and passed the crying infant over, rolling his eyes at her smug face when she immediately quietened down. “Besides, I’m her favourite.”

Only a couple days after bringing the twins home, Rachel had taken one look at Abby and started warning her and Edward about how much worrying was too much. Abby had rolled her eyes at the time. She had always been carefree, never a huge worrier, tending to go with the flow and make things up as she went, a stark contrast to her control freak husband and her backup-plans for her backup-plans sister. Of course, like usual, Rachel proved to know her better than she knew herself, as Abby spent the next few nights completely unable to sleep, consumed with fear that one of the twins would stop breathing, that someone was going to break in and take them from her, that if she fell asleep she’d wake up in an apocalypse where Edward and their children were ripped away from her, leaving her all alone again. She couldn’t handle that. It would kill her. All completely rational fears given their history, Abby felt, but apparently her husband and her sister and her stupid doctor felt differently.

Able to breath a little easier now that she was holding her daughter, Abby bent her head forwards to inhale the baby’s scent, pressing a featherlight kiss to her head, smiling as her little eyelids began to flutter closed.

“Goodnight Mo,” She whispered into her skin, eyes momentarily catching Edward’s in the reflection of the window, his soft eyes and loving smile snatching her breath away for a singular second. Then, just as predicted, she saw the telltale signs of movement coming from their son’s crib, a little fist waving in the air, feet kicking at his surroundings, a hitch in his tiny chest. “Matty’s awake.”

“Bloody hell.”

At only a few months old, the twins were already proving themselves to be unique from one another. Like her father, Morgan was a terrible sleeper, waking up several times a night. She also hated being alone, so she tended to cry each time she woke up and there wasn’t a grown up immediately attending to her. However she was easy to soothe back to sleep and content to entertain herself when she was awake, enjoyed letting her parents flit around the nursery or the kitchen as long as she good still see them. Matthew on the other hand was a heavy sleeper, waking only for food or if his sister’s cries disturbed him. Unfortunately, once he was awake he screamed anytime he wasn’t being held, a trait Rachel claimed he got from his mother. Worse, he was near impossible to put back to sleep. Abby and Edward had struggled with him for weeks until Matthew Senior’s parents had come round for a visit and recommended taking him for a drive to calm him down, a move that apparently worked on their son for years.

He nearly started to screech now, but quietened as soon as he spotted his father leaning down to swoop him out of the crib.

“Good morning bud, not planning on letting your poor parents sleep huh?” He rocked him in his arms, a delighted giggle squeaking out of the little boys lips, announcing to them both that he was already wide awake. Edward sighed, shook his head at his youngest child, looked at her and smiled sadly. “What do you want me to do?”

There were two options really. Edward could take the little boy out in the car, drive him around for half an hour or so until he dozed off, then bring him back home and hope that Morgan stayed asleep for long enough that the two of them could get some rest. Abby could even feed them both before the boys headed off, maybe get the twins to sleep until the sunrise. Or, one of them could get up with Matty, keep him entertained and quiet until he eventually grew sleepy again, by which time Morgan would probably wake up and demand their attention instead. Her husband would insist on him being the one to stay with them, Abby knew, would tell her to get some sleep. She needed to sleep.

Abby swallowed. Bit her lip. Tried to breath through the panic gripping her chest.

Edward needed to sleep as well, she knew. She should tell him to put Matty in the car just long enough to tire him out, then come back home and get some rest himself. But the idea of her son leaving her sights, of him and her husband out in the cold and the dark, of them being on the road when she didn’t know if it was safe, if it was icy, if there was someone out there waiting for them, gripped her heart in a vice and squeezed. She felt sick just thinking about it. If any one of them left her, if she lost them, she’d never recover.

Watching her carefully, her husband just nodded, her silence giving away her desires. He looked exhausted, hair fussed and eyes dark, but he smiled at her all the same, pressed a kiss to her head, her temple, her cheek. “Can you hold him while I put something warmer on?”

Nodding, she gently lowered Morgan into her crib, whispering a small love you into her head as she went. Then she took their son in her arms, pressed a wet kiss to his cheek, letting Edward go. Abby never thought she could do this, never thought she would love something this much. Didn’t think it was possible for her to love someone more than she loved her sister, her niece, her husband. And then the second line on the test appeared, and the doctor confirmed it, and she split her body in two bringing them into the world, and they ripped her heart out and held half of it each in their tiny fists when she did. Sometimes she lies at wake at night trying to calm her racing thoughts, thinking of Rachel and Cammie and those months when she was missing, when The Circle had her, when Catherine had her, and she realises that her sister is infinitely stronger than Abby had thought for the simply fact that she didn’t utterly break. Sometimes she thinks of Catherine. Of Catherine and Zach and Cynthia and Macey and wonders how anyone could be so cruel to their children, so indifferent to their pain. Sometimes she thinks of her own mother and wonders if she ever loved Abby this much, if she ever felt Abby deserved it.

Strong arms encircled her waist, a cold nose nuzzling into her neck. Her husband reached down with one hand to soothe the tiny frown adorning Morgan’s brow, to offer a finger for Matthew to grasp onto, the other tight around her hip.

Abby breathed deeply again.

She turned around, ready to thank him for being patient with her, when she took in his bedraggled appearance and had to fight a grin off her face.

Her husband was the world’s most formal man. He addressed most of their family and friends by their full legal names, and everyone else by their titles and surnames. He spoke the Queen’s English and texted with proper grammar, punctuation and all. He was always smartly dressed and well kept unless his legend demanded otherwise, the only other exception being when he went to bed. Even when Abby was in labour, all 46 hours of it from the first to the final contraction, even in the days immediately after the twin’s birth, he kept himself clean shaven with his hair combed. He adorned himself in belted slacks, plain black Oxfords, and a shirt, adding a sweater if he got cold. She’d never tell him, but she found it kind of adorable.

Now though, his exhaustion was starting to show.

He had slipped out of his pyjama pants and into grey sweatpants she didn’t even know he owned. A dark hoodie that lived in her closet was tugged over his bare chest. The hoodie wasn’t even hers. She had stolen it from Cammie months ago, who had stolen it from her mother before that, though based on the size of it Abby assumed it initially belonged to Joe. His hair was unkempt from a combination of sleep and her hands, his skin sunken and pale. Dark bags weighed down his eyes and a weary tired sept the mass from his muscles. Anyone would have thought he was unwell. But the cause of her grin was his feet, the left covered by a striped pink number printed with world’s best aunt in golden text, the other a bright red and green checkered pattern with Merry Christmas emblazoned in cursive letters. Similar enough to be confused with one another in the dark, the mismatched pair of socks was enough to send a now delirious Abby over the edge. Ducking her head, she tried to contain her laugh in her son’s skin, heart soaring when his little giggles harmonised with her own.

“Shhh baby, your sister’s sleeping.” Cheeks hurting from the smile that tore her face, she pushed back the tears of happiness biting at her eyes.

God she loved this man.

There was a time when she was sure Edward Townsend couldn’t have handled a knife and fork that lacked matching engravings, couldn’t have handled the tiniest bit of mess, couldn’t have handled her. Now he stood before her scruffy in his tiredness wearing mismatched socks, eyes locked on hers as he took their son from her arms.

She kissed him.

Long and gentle, very aware of the tiny body pressed between them, of the sleeping baby just behind her, she pressed her smiling lips to his and practically purred into his mouth. With Matty secure in his arms, she reached up to wrap one of her hands around his shoulders, the other tracing his unshaven jaw, cringing slightly at the way it rubbed against her hand, her mouth. Laughing into her, he pulled back, an apology for his state dancing on his lips. She shook her head, stepping back to admire him as he settled into the old rocking chair, a gift from Matt-the-elder’s parents, one eye on their daughter in her crib, the other on their son cradled in his arms.

“Go get some rest love, we’re all good in here.”

She kissed him again.

“Thank you.” For everything.

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Authors note:

Joe Solomon is scared of children pass it on.

3,500 more words of Tabby! Perhaps a tad OOC and slightly less lighthearted than planned but postpartum anything is both a bitch and extremely common. These two are potentially not the most connected with their emotions, spent years hunting down crime lords and terrorist organisations, then watched one of those terrorist organisations hunt down, kidnap, and torture Abby’s niece. I reckon adding unexpectedly new parents to twins into that equation is bound to cause some anxieties. Unfortunately one of the best ways to manage PPA is good sleep, which is surprisingly quite difficult to come by with newborn twins.

[thatfooltheycallweaver]

Man Flu

Day 2 of @fluff-cember

Prompt: Winter Flu

Pairing: Sierra Collins [OC] x Peter Parker

Fandom: Marvel [Cinematic Universe]

Word Count: 717

Sierra had stopped by the bodega on her way back to Peter’s apartment. Standing there in her costume from her patrol as Blackout, she looked at the wall of cold medicine, looking for something specific. A frigid dark mist radiated off of her cloak, dissipating when it hit the floor. She grabbed the bottle of Nyquil, approaching the counter. The hood and mask obscured her face, but the man ringing her up didn’t seem bothered. Like it was none of his business, or people in New York were just fucking weird. She paid, left, ducked into an alleyway, and let the costume dissipate. She headed over; up the stairs, into the apartment. She lingered to greet May before heading into the war-zone that was Peter’s room. His aunt had made soup, and she got a bowl to bring to him. Sierra quietly entered. The curtains were drawn tightly shut, and the room was pitch dark in the middle of the day, save for the blue-tinged golden glow of the TV screen he had left on. He’d paused the game, left it on the Pip-boy screen. He was laying under two blankets, the box of tissues laying within reach, and a damp cloth over his eyes.

“Hey, baby, I’m back.” She greeted softly, setting the bowl on the bedside table. Peter groaned, reaching up to remove the cloth, a small smile breaking through the haze at the sight of his girlfriend. “How are you feeling?” She already knew, but still felt like it was the right thing to ask.

“Hey.” His voice was a bit scratchy. “I’m…fine.”

“I’m sorry I took so long. The patrols were…interesting…without you there.” She helped him sit up, tossing a second pillow behind him. “How are you, really? Don't give me that 'I'm fine' bullshit. I know you're not, but I want to know so I can help you.”

“I feel like I’m dying.” He mumbled, taking her hand and pulling it to his forehead. He definitely had a fever.

“You’re not dying. Men just have weaker immune systems.” Peter sat up just a bit, giving her a pointed look, annoyed. She stared back, unbothered. The moment of prolonged eye contact was quiet, almost tense, but the tension quickly dissipated as quickly as it came, with her holding up the bottle of Nyquil she bought for him. “You wanna do drugs?” He couldn’t keep his annoyance up for long. He took the bottle and started chugging it. Sierra sat beside him, tracing over his leg with her hand.

“Thank you.” He cleared his throat, relaxing slightly.

“It’ll kick in, soon.” She assured him, getting up and crawling into the bed beside him, laying her head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry I got you sick.” She murmured, squeezing his hand.

“I’m sorry I’ve got a weak immune system, apparently.” Peter joked, shrugging. “I know you didn’t want to go on the patrols alone, but thanks for taking over for me, baby. Did you catch anyone?”

“Just a couple thefts, nothing too crazy.” He wrapped his arm around her waist. “What have you been up to?”

“Fallout. I just started Old World Blues. I have no clue what’s going on, and I probably won’t remember playing it tomorrow.” She chuckled.

“Did you at least save before you started it?” He nodded, starting to fall back asleep. “Then you can just go back. You lobotomite.” She teased, brushing the hair out of his face. “Oh, by the way, your aunt made you some soup. I brought it for you.” He sat up, pulling away from her.

“Why didn’t you start with that?” Peter smiled slightly, grabbing the bowl off the nightstand, finding it having cooled off enough to be edible.

“Oh, excuse me, I wanted to get you some meds before anything. You want me to play a little bit of Fallout so you have something to watch, or do you want me to find a YouTube video?” She offered.

“Fuck yeah, soup and content from my favorite streamer.” He settled in beside her, watching her pick up the controller and play until he finished the soup, felt the Nyquil kick in, and fell asleep leaning against her. She didn’t play Fallout after he fell asleep, but muted the TV and switched over to playing her own save of Skyrim, not moving an inch otherwise.

[eclipian]

Fuck AI Headmate #3

pt: fuck ai headmate #3

reminder beings will almost definitely not turn out exactly as described, and these can be edited and changed as needed.

divider credit

“ Like snowflakes, the human pattern is never cast twice. “

Name: Winter , Blizzard , Snow , Holly , Thimble , Ice , Noel , Noelle , Viola , Elsa , Witch , Wicca , Spella , Twyllusia

Age: 30

Pronouns: She/Her , They/Them , Sh❄️/H❄️r , Th❄️y/Th❄️m , Sh*/H*r , Th*y/Th*m , Ae/Aer , Fae/Faer , Snow/Snows , Blizz/Blizzard , Frost/Frosty , Ice/Icy , Magi/Magic , Magi/Magix , Cold/Colds , Win/Winter , Agate/Agate , Spell/Spells , ❄️/❄️s , 🌨️/🌨️s , ✨/✨s , 🔮/🔮s

Gender: Demifem , Aeternix , Magic User , Undicerypt , Icelexic , Iceric , Icething , Icebitch , Winterec , Snowlexic , Snowsteppisoundic , Nimbusoftaesic , Nivetonian , Nivegonian , Snowcoric , Witchgender , Stormwitchic , Noiphasdimic , Magicreaten , Gendernoitaku

Attraction: Lesbian , Opalchroian , Geluallion , Snowallion , Tarobjectum

Other IDs: Icerooted , Glacienre , Vesice

Species: Winter Witch

Origin/Modifiers: Magiangenic

Role: Gatekeeper and Magician

Aesthetics: Winter , Winter Fairy Coquette , Witchcore , Witch Academia

Misc Info: On the quite snow covered mountain lives a witch, a witch of the snow and the winter. She covers her home away from the site of the rest of the world. But now she has opened her doors to you, reserved and quite she worries about your reactions and can be very paranoid due to that. Will you help her crack her ice?

pt: name , age , pronouns , gender , attraction , other ids , species , origins/modifiers , role , aesthetics , misc info

Disclaimer: Middle image is made with the use of AI. This blog does not condone or promote putting AI over real artist. This post is using it as a way to middle finger those who try to claim AI creations as actual pieces of art. I mod music am not making prompts for the images.a

Tag : @bahtive

[maybejaime]

Hello! I saw that your asks were open and that you’re working on a WITW project! Would you be interested in making anything winter themed? Like Mole giving a gift to the wild wooders? Or something sweet and heartwarming :)

No pressure to make it! Just some silly ideas as the weather gets colder!

Happy Holidays! Apologies this took so long, but thank you for the great idea (there will be more from this prompt coming including some with Cheryl and Lesser!)

Part One

Close-ups and story below!

Mole was ever so pleased with himself, holding the gift out to his unlikely housemate- it had only been a couple of seasons since Chief Weasel had stumbled into the burrow, exhausted and wounded; and despite the quirks of living with a wild wooder struck with cabin fever, Mole couldn’t say he had hated it.

Chief looked at the box, incredulous, with an expression somewhere between confusion, fear, and frustration. The blackberry pie on his fork slowly drooped until it fell back onto the plate.

Mole and Ratty had foraged the fruit in the pie- they’d spent an afternoon taking a turn down the country lanes and paths, picking blackberries off the bushes and pricking their fingers as they did so. The intent had been to make a pie for Mrs Otter, you see, but before it had even cooled, Mole returned from lunch with Ratty to find the weasel practically elbow deep in the pie.

He’d initially been angry, but he’d learned about the scarcity of food for the Wild Wooders and had began to understand exactly why Chief and the other stoats and weasels were always so hungry. It didn’t exactly allow him to forgive the weasel for almost eating him in their first meeting, but it certainly softened the memory slightly.

“Go on,” Mole smiled, “Open it.”

“What… is this?” Chief responded with, tone unreadable.

“It’s a gift. For Christmas! For you- you know, I thought it pertinent to include you in the festivities considering you’re away from your family this Winter.”

“…Family? Nah, nah, those Wild Wooders ain’t my family, they’re simply acquaintances, if that. Glad to be rid of ‘em, in fact.”

Though at any earlier time, Mole would’ve believed the statement and marvelled at the hostility of the weasel, Chief had looked away as he spoke, directing his eye contact to the pie instead. And that, Mole had learnt, was the Chief Weasel’s tell. He was lying, and now that Mole knew that, the strain in his voice from somewhere around his throat was obvious.

Mole wanted to ask ‘why do you pretend you don’t care?’; but he had a feeling that would only be met with hostility, so he tried something else.

“So… do you not give gifts around Christmas?”

“Nah! ‘Course not, don’t want people thinkin’ we’re givin’ handouts to any old creature.”

“But it isn’t a- a ‘handout’. It’s a gift, you know, to show someone you love them!” Mole frowned, cradling the gift closer.

Chief’s eyes darted away again, a flash of his fangs showing as he bit his lip, before he realised he was doing it and reset his face to that same old scowl.

“Gifts show weakness. Love shows weakness.” He grumbled, and he quite frankly looked miserable.

Mole sighed, putting the present on the table and sitting beside him.

“Well what do you do?”

“What?”

“When you want to give a frie- When you want to give someone something?” Mole knew that Lesser Weasel and Cheryl Stoat were Chief’s friends, but apparently the Wild Wooder seemed intent on pretending otherwise, “How do you do that without ‘showing weakness’?”

“Ah, now that’s simple! Just find out where they are, and drop the thing where they’ll find it! Then you didn’t give somethin’ away without expectin’ anythin’ in return, and they got their gift!” He paused, “I mean- thing. Not gift.”

“If I’m entirely honest, that seems like a lot of hoops to jump through to come to the same scenario as this…” Mole motioned to the box- he’d wrapped it too well for it to be discarded; had even found a dried flower to tie into the ribbon!

Chief seemed to consider it, responding with only a shrug as he jabbed at the pie with his fork.

“Well,” Mole murmured quietly, pushing the box closer towards Chief, “I’m gonna go and get some logs for the fire. It would be a shame if someone were to steal this very nicely wrapped gift.”

And then he stood, wondering off to the nook where he kept all his logs and coal. He felt Chief’s eyes on him as he left, and he pretended not to hear the quiet and geniunely ‘thank you, Mole’ that came from behind.

That night, as they huddled around the fire- the box was nowhere to be seen, Chief was fiddling with a new hat; and he had a smile on his face that matched the comfort in his posture. The two of them drank and made merry until the early hours of the morning- Chief had never been so jolly, and Mole had never known that a Wild Wooder could be such a good friend.

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Main OC List

Maximillian Collins

Tag: [❤️]

TW: Child abuse!

BIO: 12, masc (he/him), heterosexual

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Evelyn Anderson

Tag: [💚]

TW: Verminophobia, OCD!

BIO: 15, fem (she/her), pansexual.

DOB: 4/18

Likes: Sewing/crocheting, doves, cheese cake, fashion design, and tea.

Dislikes: Filth of any kind, animals, black coffee, children 10>, and modeling.

Thomas Hall

Tag: [💙]

TW: Suggestive!

BIO: 17, masc (he/him), bisexual

DOB: 3/26

Likes: Partying, cats, spicy food, guitar/drums, and drama.

Dislikes: Hospitals, dogs, candy of any sort, and anything dealing with academics.

Lucian Williams

Tag: [💜]

TW: SA, cannibalism!

BIO: 15, masc (he/him), bisexual

DOB: 6/30

Likes: Gardening, animals, meat of any kind, arts and crafts, and tending to children.

Dislikes: Sexual themes, aquatic animals, isolation, and adult men.

Melanie Katz

Tag: [🩷]

TW: ED!

BIO: 17, nonb (she/they), lesbian

DOB: 8/29

Likes: Partying, cats, bubble-gum, softball, and skateboarding.

Dislikes: Weight gain, dogs, red meat, poor fashion sense, and silence.

TWST OC LIST

JJ

Tag: [🤍]

BIO: 16, masc (he/him)

DOB: 12/29

Likes: Deadlifting, goats, summer, snacking, and history class.

Dislikes: Drama, conflict, competition, snakes, winter, and under seasoned food.

Caspian

Tag: [🖤]

BIO: 15, masc (he/they)

DOB: 6/5

Likes: Bad weather, spiders, baked pastries, electric guitar, parkour, and flight class.

Dislikes: Lilia’s cooking, bright light, reading/writing, high temperature, and alchemy class.

TCM OC LIST

Leslie Sawyer

Tag: [💛]

TW: Cannibalism, child abuse!

BIO: 16, masc (he/him), bisexual

DOB: 12/6

Likes: Reptiles, rain, gardening, astronomy, and insects.

Dislikes: Sticky textures, tight clothes, vanilla, crowds, and being touched.

[jazzythursday]

Tagged by @aphroditestummyrolls for belated end of the year questions. Thanks for thinking of me! 🥹💖

Tagging @stormkpr @waterloou @sparrowmoth @its-tortle if you feel so inclined

What is your favourite thing you created?

I’m going with Cutting Loses for this one, because it’s the first wesper thing I posted on ao3 and the fic I go back to reread the most. It’s also a really solid example of my favourite way to write Wylan’s inner monologue and characterisation.

Which work are you proudest of?

Everyday, Just a Little or a Little Bit—My baby, my child, my 40k love letter to wesper. And I am so so close to finishing it!

Is there anything you are proud of that you achieved this year?

For writing, I’m really proud that I completed all the wesper week prompts earlier in the year. I loved participating and I feel like it helped a lot in developing my writing.

And something I’m proud of outside of writing—I’ve always had a really hard time meeting people through fandom, but finding mutuals on here through wesper and talking to so many wonderful people on discord is something I’m so proud of getting to experience. (And Mutuals reading this, just know that you make my little corner of the internet so much brighter, and even though I’m not the best at reaching out I’m always happy to chat abt anything 💖)

Did you explore anything new this year? (A new way to be creative, a trope you didn’t write before, or an idea you hadn’t thought of earlier, etc.)

Writing Wylan and Jesper as neurodivergent—and exploring my own nurodivergence through writing—is completely new to me, but it’s something that I’ve really enjoyed and want to continue this year!

Which work gave you the most difficulty?

The 4th chapter of Everyday has been a big challenge, I think just because I had a clearer direction for the first three and I always knew where I was going. Because 4th is after the original arc I planned, it’s been harder to nail down what I want out of it. I kept fighting on myself about which sections were too long and what needed more, and feeling too tired/busy/stressed to make decisions about it before winter break.

What was your biggest creative challenge this year?

Probably not letting perfectionism and low self esteem stop me from writing? Getting myself to actually write, and then edit, and actually post things—feeling like my writing is actually worth beta-ing and caring about as much as I do, etc. I go through periods sometimes of not being able to even look at my drafts without feeling overwhelmed, and so not falling off the wagon completely even through my accidental hiatus the last few months has been a real challenge.

Which work brought you the most joy?

Hmm. As far as fics go I want to say it’s Everyday? Buts it’s also brought me the most stress lol. I think what’s really brought me the most joy is just talking to people about my fics. Getting feedback on ao3 and on all the drabbles I’ve posted on tumblr throughout the year.

Which of your works do you think people should check out?

All of them if they want to! But Everyday, Just a Little or a Little Bit, Cutting Losses, I Need to Leave (Please Stay), and Careless is The Fall are all personal faves of mine.

Do you have creative plans for next year? Is there anything exciting you’re currently working on?

SO MANY (if I can find the time and energy) that I’m really excited to get to! Even once I post the last chapter of Everyday, there’s still so many moments and scenes and ideas from it that I’ve wanted to expand into one shots. To name a few: an expanded scene from the end of ch 2, Jesper’s pov of some of ch 3, and an outsider pov with the bookkeeper from ch 1 (he has a name and his husband has a name and they both have backstories 🤗)

There are also still a lot of wips in my docs that I’ve been neglecting. The wylan whump fic, jealous jesper, multiple post-ck things, jesper character study, and so many more.

Lastly, any words of wisdom or anything else you would like to share?

Write what you want to read, and chances are that it will find other people who will be so happy you wrote it.

[edwinspaynes]

Hey hey hey Shadowhunter’s It-Girl (yes i meant it, when i said you ARE the it queeen)

RE Feel good vibes!

OMG just readingggg through your wonderful message and how deliciously indulgent your replies are gave me mad feel good vibes and made me want to bedoink a hammer on my head for not doing it sooner!!!!

I am so glad to hear you’re visiting Japan! What prompted you to want to go there? Like walk me through that brain thought 😊.

Re Dead Boy Detectives!

I am veryyyy aware of your love for Dead Boy Detectives! I love how much you love them! And massive fingers crossed that it gets renewed for a season 2! I know on the ends of comics (non exclusive to just the Dead Boys ongoing but also Fables, Sandman essentially everything that ISN’T batman or a superhero comic) tends to be very much on the ‘unlikely to get a run’ so i’m always fingers crossed. YK? CUZ I GET IT.

Re Book recs

Thank you sooooo much for the lovely book recs! Even if their random if you have more please let me know them! And who/and what do you think a shadowhunter character would react while reading it, or if they would reccomend it to another internally? 🤭

Re Matthewwwwwwwwww

Also a bit of a, in medias reas inserted ask- If TMI is fall, and TID is winter, and TDA is Summer… what do you think is the most appropriate synergistic time to read/reread TLH? Wicked Powers does give me for some reason Spring vibes. But maybe it will be Summer cuz Los Angeles and all… ANYWAY would love to know your thoughts on that!

And OMG, LOVEEEE That Matthew is with his golden retirever! have you managed to sus out from easter egg droppings any intel on his ship? If its a she…? or him… or they.?

Re Asking the It-Girl of Shadowhunters to potentially give me the low down of what i have missed from the fandom these past two-three months i have been away!

I really am soooo out of the loop on all recent happenings and shiftings and lurkings in the fandom? Have there been any? Any new releases? Any new CC updates?

Have you bought anything new shadowhunter related? Like either in terms of art… or memorabilia?

Finally, my kickstarter box hasn’t been shipped either girlie! I am right there with you!!!!! I am not really that mad because I feel like i know this might sound weird, but even from my hiatus of Shadowhunters i still felt really well fed with all the lovely bonus chapters you always post! I loveddd two days ago the newly posted James and Cordelia’s Primemark Adventure bonus chap for example. It just REALLY Just is so well written AND it always satiates that era and time period of London so deeply!

Cheers to more ❤️‍🔥🌈🌈🌈🤗

JAPAN! So one of my best friends lives there. She's dear to me. I'm visiting her! But also, I've wanted to go to Japan since I was a little kid because I grew up in a Japanese language/culture immersion program. So this is like, a lifelong dream coming true!

I'm going to do TSC blorbo book recs in another post :) Just for you!

Honestly, TLH is always going to give me spring vibes. (Oddly, this is probably my strongest time-of-the-year TSC association - it's just such a gentle and comforting series, like a breezy spring day with flowers blooming after the frost is gone for the year.) I associate it from start to finish with light academia pastel vibes and dewy flowers, and the end of ChoT is New Beginnings incarnate.

Here's a recent commission I bought that reflects the Vibe of TLH for me! It's on my wall now. :)

But yes, agree that TID is winter (for Wessa proposal lmao) and that TMI is fall based on Vibes. Not sure about TWP yet since I've only read the first chapter, I'll wait and see what I think when it comes out!

Re: Matthew ship! We got a snippet (now on Cassie's Tumblr) that brought up a young man named Sylvain Allard. I thought from Moment 1 that he was probably Matthew's love interest.

Catching Up With the Fandom.

Some stuff you may have missed!

Matthew snippets one and two. three. The novella is called A Sea Change! Matthew art is what I showed you before.

The Matthew sticker was accidentally excluded from the first KS box, so he will be arriving fashionably late in the same box as his novella.

The Thomas journal is unfortunately paperback rather than hardback as advertised. This has disappointed me, but it's okay.

I assume you got the Better in Black list, but if not, it's Wessa, Herondaisy, Thomastair, Arianna, Clace, Sizzy, Sebastian/Seelie Queen, Luke/Jocelyn, Blackstairs, and Kierarktina.

First chapter of TWP has been making the rounds via DM, I have indeed read it. It met my expectations. Let me know if you want me to DM it to you.

Anddd....

I'm so glad that you have been enjoying my "bonus chapters!" I hope to have one I'm currently working on up in a couple of days. We shall see. :)

I'm not upset that my box hasn't shipped, there are four (4) people shipping out like 10,000 boxes. It's gonna take a while, and it's okay. I'll be happy when it gets here!

[ao3feed-sambucky]

An Unfortunate Article

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/8tE05la by shivu Bucky has a good day, until it isn't. One of the major events that prompted Sam to suggest that Bucky gets a service dog. Excerpt: Today was a rare day; a good day. He woke up kind of late in the morning. He didn't have any nightmares, so he actually slept more than six hours relatively peacefully. He made pasta, a little too much pasta; so he put some in the freezer, good for days when all he can do is throw something in the microwave then pass out. He even pre portioned it. Bucky's day was going pretty ok. There was some joint pain here and there; a migraine he woke up with, but quickly went away. He sang some music while washing the dishes from the pasta. It was nice. It's a little past 7pm, he'd decided to read a little. He'd read a little and scrolled through article after article. Maybe he should find something for dinner tomorrow- A news article about him pops up. AN: Contains descriptive flashbacks and dialogue of the Asset in sexual situations, Bucky clearly is disturbed by past events as "he"/the Asset couldn't consent due to brainwashing. Has a reference of self harm and a suicidal thought- both are in between flashbacks and no sh or suicide takes place. Words: 2623, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 2 of Long Haired Bucky Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Categories: M/M Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Brock Rumlow, Hydra Agents, Sharon Carter (Marvel) Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Choking, Dissociation, Flashbacks, Vomiting, its only referenced and isnt described in detail, Bucky Barnes has Chronic Pain, Chronic Pain, Headaches & Migraines, Men Crying, Crying, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Suicidal Thoughts, sh and suicidal thoughts are vaguely mentioned in between flashbacks, Body Horror, Falling asleep in each other's arms, Bucky Barnes Remembers, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Bucky Barnes struggles with words, Bucky Barnes uses ALS, War Veteran Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes has longer hair, Long Hair Bucky, Implied/Referenced Torture, Hydra (Marvel), HYDRA Trash Party, Post-Canon, Post-TFATWS read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/8tE05la