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sharkneto · 3 months

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did you ever watch fargo? it has similar story beats to true detective, at least, season one (it’s another anthology type series, crime focused) there’s a dude in there who i think you’d get a kick out out of… very much quietly intensely batshit insane and Off™️ but somehow presents himself as the sanest one in the room. he’s rust cohle, in a way, but murderer, not detective

Thanks for the rec! Watched S1 over the past week or so. Was good but it frustrated me. Billy Bob Thornton Serial Killer was the highlight, you were right! He was very fun. What a weirdo.

I don't know if it was that I grew up in an area with accents like theirs so I was like, hyper aware They Are Doing An Accent, or that it was based on Coen Brother's work, but a lot of the characters felt... rather like caricatures? I don't know, something about it had a wall between me and it, where I wasn't immersed so they felt like We Are Actors On A Set Delivering Lines Really Well rather than I was in the moment, if that makes any sense. Maybe it was the monologues, Flannigan series can have the same affect to me.

Still, was a really good cast. I needed Martin Freeman to get his comeuppence like three episodes sooner, my god that man could just wiggle out of everything (SPOILER he sent his wife to get shot???? what the fuck is wrong with him. I was screaming SPOILER OVER). I always like it when Colin Hanks pops up in things. Allison Tolman and Billy Bob Thornton fucking carried the whole thing, they were the only two I didn't really get the I Am Delivering Lines With Emotion And This Thick Minnesotan Accent feeling.

Writing was generally tight, too. Good full circle moments and Chekov's guns, pieces came together in satisfying ways. Was fun to be rooting for Molly to catch her killers and for Billy Bob to fucking get Martin Freeman. I think it could have been one episode shorter, or skipped the time jump, to give the police a modicum more competence, they were killing me.

Idk if I'll watch the other seasons, I did enjoy it overall. Might check out the newest one because I'm a slut for Jon Hamm.

#i'm hit or miss on coen brothers so this feels fitting that i was both hit and miss on this #i wonder if i wasn't so familiar with the accent if i would have felt differently about the acting #because i think the accent pushed some slight overacting #and i just happen to be familiar with the subtleties and midwest niceness that lurks underneath those big nasally sounds #to feel like things weren't lining up quite right #that said i super enjoyed the accents lol #my wisconsin accent has calmed down over the years since i've been away but it's not *gone*#so i always enjoy a little dip back in - little wave back at my roots #anyway anon - thanks again for the rec!#sharkneto speaks #ask response #oh my god i almost forgot!!#the surprise kate walsh!#she came on and i was like ''i know you who are you''#and then she gave a condescending laugh and it tripped my recognition for her ''you're kate walsh!!! :D'' she's always fun #i'm back to ramble more down here #i think my favorite Midwest Content is an episode of This American Life #where the entire episode is dedicated to the story of these two girls in tiny town wisconsin who got switched at birth #and on of the mothers knew and never said anything because she didn't want to Cause Problems or embarrass the doctor who made the mistake #i sent it to all my non-wisconsin friends like ''this right here is exactly what small town wisco is like this is what i grew up in'' lol

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eleanorbloom · 3 years

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Moonlight: Part One.

Disclaimer: Open Heart and most of the characters are owned by Pixelberry. Matilde is a creation of mine.

Book/Pairing: Open Heart / Bryce Lahela x F! MC (Matilde Luna)

Word Count: 1.9k Warnings/Rating: Few curse words/Teen.

Author's Note: I must confess I'm scared AF of sharing this with you. First POV is a challenge. Matilde has a whole different personality compared to Eleanor. And with her I'll share some of my deepest struggles and insecurities. That's why it took me so many months to finally realease this story to the world. Anyway, hope you enjoy it ❤

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Part One. Encounter with the Sun.

When you spend so much time in the darkness, it's inevitable to feel blinded by the light.

It’s dazzling.

You don’t see anything at first, your eyes hurt. They burn.

Then, when you’re able to detect the things around you, you feel good, even amazed by the new perspective, the colors, the depths, the lengths, the shining. The new world before you.

After a while, however, you feel overwhelmed by it. By the spotlight that gives you. How observed and judged you feel and how out of place you realize you are.

So you miss your old friend, the darkness. The intimacy of it. How it covers your flaws, your fears, your insecurities, your lackings. Your secrets. The secrets you don’t even know you’re keeping.

When you're invisible it's just you and your deepest thoughts and desires. No exposition, no need to cover your flaws, or make an effort to fit in.

You're safe from the constant awkwardness for feeling different.

That’s what happened to me when I met Bryce Lahela. His light dazzled me. It made me see the world bright, as I'd never seen it before.

But soon I realized it wasn’t for me. I belong to the darkness, and there’s not so much a person from the darkness can do with a person with so much light like him.

Or that's what I thought.

It was my first day of Residency when I met him, walking hurriedly to the locker room, covered in blood and lost in my thoughts. Orientation with the new interns was about to start in five minutes, so I couldn’t show up with my scrubs stained with blood from the Thoracotomy I just had done.

I was so deep in my thoughts and worries that I didn’t realize there was someone around the corner of the lockers until I bumped directly into him, my face almost burying on his toned, bare chest if it wasn’t because he had quicker reflexes than me.

“Woah there,” he said, surprised, and then his firm hands grabbed me by the arms.

“Sh…” I stopped instantly, reminding myself I was in my workplace, so I couldn’t be cursing as I pleased, much less in front of a person I hadn't met before.

“Damn, I’m…” I tried to say instead, but as I looked up, my words choked in my throat.

Damn indeed.

A pair of brown eyes looked at me curiously but warmly. But damn, damn, damn. He was handsome, so handsome it seemed like a hallucination.

Fuck, people can be this handsome in real life? I thought, as I was taking in the sight of him: dashing broad smile, eyes wrinkling in a playful grin. And all that was complemented with toned, perfect abs, illegal triceps, and divine hair. I could swear my hair never looked that gorgeous.

But the way he looked at me, even casually, was disarming. Just one look and he had me all inspected. And for some reason, I couldn't stop staring at him. There was something hypnotizing about him. Inevitable.

“Are you okay?” he asked a few moments later, as he noticed my speechlessness.

I blushed instantly. Oh my god, how much I stared at him like an idiot?

“Or are you already getting all the fun without even starting your shift yet?”

I sighed, thanking internally that he was talking about the blood on my scrubs and not about my embarrassing loss for words because of his appearance.

“I’m sorry, yes,” I said, shaking my head as I kept walking toward my locker, my cheeks flushing in a beet red in a matter of seconds, “Just a thoracotomy in the waiting room, that’s all.”

He chuckled as I was opening my locker to put my things inside, ignoring the anxiety washing over me slowly.

“Way to start the year, are you new too?”

“Y… Yeah,” I stuttered, begging internally he wasn’t looking directly at me at that moment. I didn't dare to check if it was the case.

By this point, I was used to changing clothes in front of lots of strange people, but it was always difficult doing it for the first time in a new place, so I tried to overcome my self-consciousness and simply tugged my stained scrubs out, ignoring the fact that he could see my curvy body in my simple black underwear.

After a lot of effort, I was a couple of years past feeling embarrassed by my body. I had finally accepted it the way it was -way off commercial beauty standards: chubby, fluffy, full of stretch marks and cellulitis-, but coming to terms with the fact that other people wouldn't think the same is completely different. There are always looks and awkward smiles, sometimes opinions. So this time I couldn’t help but feel a little shy about it, much more considering how handsome and sporty he was. It made me feel judged even if he wasn’t even judging me at all.

“Internal medicine?” he asked once I was with my fresh scrubs on. I turned around and found him with green scrubs instead, leaning against the lockers with a relaxed smile. There wasn't anything uncomfortable about his features.

“Yup,” I said sharply, giving him a quick glance before sitting down to lace up my black Chuck Taylors.

But then I felt the strange need to say something more.

I don't know why.

Any other day I would've replied and then acted like that conversation never happened. I hate small talk. But there was something that persuaded me to ask him something in return. Maybe it was the fact that I wasn’t expecting he would keep talking to me. Maybe I just wanted to repay the kindness. He could've just ignored me but he didn't.

“You?”

“Surgery,” he said grinning, fixing his hair with enviable naturality.

Oh, of course. Of course the living embodiment of Adonis would be a surgical bro. I should've known.

I couldn't help but chuckle as I shook my head.

“What?” He asked, with a puzzled look.

“Nothing,” I assured, still smirking while I was closing my bag before putting it back inside my locker.

“If you say so,” he shrugged before standing straight and checking his watch, “Are you ready? We can go to the Atrium together if you want. Considering we’re going to the same place.”

I froze in place for a moment.

I never expected something like that.

First, to interact with someone in my first hour at the hospital. Socializing wasn’t my forte so this felt like I was doing my first friend at playschool, even if this would bethe first and last time I'd talk to him in my life.

Second, to keep interacting with him after the usual pleasantries. He could’ve just greeted me and then done as nothing happened. Like I would’ve done it if it wasn't because my brain was pushing me to talk to him.

Third, that he would want to keep interacting with me despite how weird I acted and that I somewhat laughed at his face a few seconds ago.

“Y-Yeah, sure,” I said trying to conceal the slight shaking in my voice, and followed him outside the room.

“I’m Bryce Lahela, by the way,” he added, extending his hand to me as we started walking towards the exit.

“Matilde Luna,” I said in response, shaking his hand. His caramel skin felt smooth and warm on my palm.

“Nice to meet you, Matilde Luna. You have a really beautiful name.”

“Your name is pretty nice too,” I said without thinking too much of it, in my effort to hold the conversation even if I didn’t know what else to say.

When I turned to look at him, I could swear the ghost of a sad smile was concealed behind his -seemingly- signature smirk.

I frowned, wondering why that was. It was just a compliment to his name, how could I be wrong about something so simple as that?

But a moment later, that sadness was gone. As if it never happened, he grinned at me again.

“Do you have any friends or acquaintances from Med School here?” he broke the silence again, as we were reaching the stairs.

“I… I actually don’t know much,” I confessed, looking directly on the staircases before me. I couldn't care less about my classmates, honestly, but at that moment I felt bad for not knowing. Maybe guilty for my indifference. “I think a guy is in Peds and another girl is in Neuro?”

“Where are you from?”

“U-Dub. Washington.”

“Ah, cold and rainy. You won’t suffer too much with the climate here then.”

“Yup, I like it rainy.”

“You’re nuts!” He exclaimed, with an overacted shocked expression.

“Oh, let me guess why the gratuitous insult, you're from California, right?”

Bryce turned to me, perplexed, “Guilty as charged, what gave me away?”

“Mmm besides your tan and your surfer highlights?”

“Ouch, talk about gratuitous insults!”

“Just payback, ” I laughed heartily, “No, actually it’s your accent. I did my undergrad in Berkeley.”

“Oh,” he chuckled, “Makes sense.”

“Which part of Cali?”

“Stanford.”

Surgical bro from Stanford. La crème de la crème. Why was he even talking to me?

Just he replied, we entered the Atrium and found interns of all sorts of specialties gathered around place, waiting for the Chief to make her appearance.

My stomach churned at the huge amount of people before me. All these new people I'd have to meet and work with. To deal with.

But it didn't matter. If this was the price I had to pay to do what I love, to make her proud, so be it.

I took a deep breath, psyching myself to what was about to come, “This is for you, mama.”

And just the thought of her seemed to soothe whatever anxiety I was feeling at that moment.

“Well, Matilde Luna,” Bryce announced, after both observed the crowd in silence for a couple of seconds, “Time to meet my competition now. Good luck with yours.”

I looked up at him instantly, surprised by the slight tremor concealed in his voice. But there was nothing there. Bryce was already grinning at me, his caramel skin glistening against the morning sunlight. Melting as if they were just the same thing. But I could tell his smile wasn't reaching his eyes as before.

“Thank you, you too, ” I said as I watched him striding toward a group in green scrubs, each step taken with resolve.

But after a few feet, he stopped and slowly turned in my direction, a twinkle of honey piercing directly at me, “See ya later? ” he quizzed.

I arched an eyebrow at his question.

See ya later.

And made an effort not to snort.

With the sea of interesting people in this hospital, you won’t even remember my face by the end of the day, so don’t bother.

But I played along, it was the least he deserved for being so friendly with me that morning.

“See ya later,” I promised, convinced it was in vain. This would be the last time I would exchange words with him.

At that moment, though, I couldn’t even imagine how wrong I would be.

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softboyuris · 7 years

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The Loss of a Sleeping Buddy

Pairing: Carl Grimes X Reader

Warnings: Slight language

Word Count: 2.1k

Carl had gone to the solar panels so he could be alone; he figured it was the best place if he wanted some distance from the community. The weight of the world he now lived in was beginning to weigh down on the teenager. If the world hadn’t gone to shit, he would be in high school right about now, and the things he worried about would be trivial compared to his current stressors. Compared to the threat of death because of Negan and his posse.

He couldn’t stop thinking about what Negan had told him about his eye and the sting in the back of his operational one had come along shortly thereafter. He still refused to look at himself in the mirror without his bandage on. He didn’t know what it looked like but Negan’s words still tore at him, overpowering those Y/N had spoken to him that night. The young Grimes tucked himself beside a solar panel and let the tears flow, going uninterrupted for a few minutes.

The sound of approaching footsteps had him clearing his throat, trying to sound more put together than he actually was. “Leave me alone- I don’t like crying in front of people.” He hoped that it would be enough to make whoever it was leave, but then he heard the voice of his best friend and sighed. He knew she wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon.

“Well, neither do I.” Y/N sniffled, kicking at the pebbles beneath her feet. She had come over to the solar panels to get away from everyone. She had been doing it ever since they arrived at Alexandria and found that no one ever came over there. It was secluded and she liked secluded.

Normally, it was just to escape the weak people they had joined or the tough ones that lived with her, sometimes she just needed time alone, but no one had ever been in her spot. Today, well today she had come because she hadn’t been sleeping much recently. Her sleeping buddy, Carl, had gone back to sleeping in his own room after they got back from the Saviors base camp. He had stayed with her for a few nights, he knew she needed it and she knew he did too, but then he started locking his door and Y/N had just accepted it.

However, it meant that she no longer slept and it had been over a week now.

With little sleep comes overactive emotions and boy, did she not allow herself to cry in front of others. So it was a tad upsetting that the person who no doubt indirectly caused her tears, was the one person she ran into. Him being here meant she would have to suck it up and get over herself.

With everything running through her head, she had glazed over the fact that her best friend had stated that he was crying. She had yet to see him cry. And maybe it was because he didn’t like crying in front of people but he had gotten close to tears before and never tried to hid it, so why now?

Y/N shook her head to rid it of tears, heaved a sigh, and brought her bottom lip to rest between her teeth. “What’s going on, babe?” She squinted against the setting sun, which hit the panels and gleamed off it, as she made her way to the other side of them, next to where Carl was sitting.

She ran her hands over her hips and down her thighs as she sat down, leaning up against the panel they were slightly under and draping her arms over her knees, hands overlapping. Carl pulled his knees to his chest, burying his head in the crook of his shoulder. They both really wanted to be alone but at the same time, didn’t mind each others company.

“It’s nothing.” He sighed, voice muffled.

“It’s not nothing.” Y/N replied, southern accent coming out thicker than normal. She glanced over at Carl who was sniffling, head still down. “It’s Negan, right?”

He slowly looked up, turning his head to Natasha and saying with a sad smile, “How do you always know?”

“He seems to be the root of all issues recently. Plus, I know you. So what the hell is going through that mind of yours.” She rested her chin on her arm, keeping her eyes trained on the boy.

“It’s stu-” Y/N raised one eyebrow and Carl let out yet another sigh. “When we went to the Saviors base camp and Negan said all that stuff about my eye… I don’t know. Guess it just got to me more than I thought it would.” Y/N tried to calm her breathing, the memories of that day coming back, as Carl took a breath.

“You know, I haven’t seen it. I can’t get myself to look in the mirror, not without my bandage. I guess I’m afraid of what I’ll see looking back at me. And I know that’s completely wrong and selfish because my dad and Michonne have seen it. I practically forced it on them….and you.”

“Carl, hun. I’m going to tell you exactly what I told you that night. Nothing, and I mean nothing, can change how I look at you, how your dad or Michonne look at you. Just because you are now a cyclops does not mean that you are a lesser person.” Carl gave her a slight glare at the cyclops comment but a small smile was on his face.

“First, I’m not a cyclops, all right? And second….I am,, a lesser person. I have one freaking eye, that’s not exactly something that makes me better. I’m a far worse shot that I was before it all, which makes me a bad fighter, which means I can’t protect the ones I love. I’m a disappointment.” Carl was looking down at his hands as he spoke but looked up when he heard a small whimper from the girl sitting beside him.

Y/N had tears on her cheeks again. She was crying. She was crying because of …him? “I-I’m sor-”

“Don’t ever say that about yourself. Ever.” She looked over at him, tears still pricking at her pretty eyes. “You are not a disappointment, you never could be. You have done far better things than some of the people in this camp. Hell, I probably wouldn’t be here if it hadn’t been for you saving my ass…and not just when we met back at the prison. You’ve saved me too many times for me to count.” She paused, taking a breath. “You will never be a disappointment to me or your family. So don’t you ever think that way or I will beat your ass.”

“You’re family, you know? Have been since the start.” Carl said.

“What?” Y/N asked, her eyebrows pushed together.

“You said ‘you and my family’. But you’re part of my family. They aren’t separate things. It’s one group,”

“I’ll still beat your ass.” She looped her arms around his left one, resting her head on his shoulder. “Family or not.” She smiled.

Carl rested his head on top of hers, inhaling deeply. “I know you will, that’s why I love you Y/N/N.”

“I love you too, darling.”

There was a moment where neither of them talked, relishing in the quiet they rarely got. The only noise was the soft breeze and the crickets which had just started playing their melody. Y/N couldn’t help but notice that Carl smelled good, like really good. It wasn’t what most people, pre-apocalypse, would find nice. But for years, he had smelled of the outdoors, a grass and dirt kind of musk, they both had. And then they got to Alexandria, and they had showers, and he smelled good. An indescribable scent, but still beautifully amazing to Y/N.

“I don’t know why it gets to me so much,” Carl said softly. “Negan was only saying that shit to get to me.”

“If you think about it, he only said nice-ish things.” There was a grunt of protest from Carl but Y/N cut him off. “No, really. I mean he said it was gross or whatever but he also said it was badass, or at least implied it. I don’t think anyone would fuck with you if you left it uncovered, and I think Negan agrees. It was a backhanded compliment.”

“Yeah, well, for some reason, all my mind can focus on is the disgusting part.”

“You haven’t seen it. You would expect it to be a lot worse. And as much as I think you could drive people away with that son of a bitch, I do not recommend it.”

“Why is that?”

“Infection kills and honestly, it worries me even when you only have it off for a few seconds.”

Carl places a kiss on the top of her head and the sweet gesture, one which happens often between them, made her heart flutter. “I like how you call bullshit.”

“There’s no point in lying anymore. Not in this world. You’d think more people would have caught on by now.” She chuckled.

Another moment of silence. Just a beat or two, but it put a smile on Y/N face, her eyes fluttering closed. “Why were you crying when you came over?”

Y/N sighed. “Haven’t been sleepin’. Missed you.” She nestled herself closer to the boy. “Missed my snuggle buddy.” She joked.

Carl smiled even though the girl couldn’t see it. He may be with Enid but Y/N would always hold a special place in his heart and he felt more appreciation towards the young woman than he could really comprehend. “I missed you too.” His voice dropped down to a low whisper in case someone was near. “My room will be unlocked tonight.”

“It better be.”

That night, when all the lights in the house turned off and Y/N was sure that Rick was in his room, she left her own, sneaking into the one not ten feet in front of hers. She expected Carl to be in his bed, possibly already asleep, but he wasn’t. She shut the door behind her and looked around for her friend, light seeping underneath the door to his bathroom catching her eye.

She tiptoed over. The door was ajar and she could see a figure standing in front of it. Y/N pushed the door open, hoping on all hope that it wouldn’t squeak, but it still did. She cringed, eyes shutting but hand still firmly placed on the wood of the door, pushing it all the way open.

Carl was standing in front of his mirror, sheriff hat balancing on the edge of the counter. She saw the bandage next to it before seeing his face.

If he hadn’t seen her pushing the door open, he sure as hell heard it but he didn’t look back, instead, looking at her through the mirror. Tears welled up in her eyes as she gave him a closed mouth smile. He was looking at his eye. He was finally looking at his eye. She took a few steps closer to him so she could wrap her arms around his waist.

He placed his hands over hers. “You were right.”

“What about?” Y/N asked, unraveling her arms and moving to stand next to him, looking at him in the mirror.

“It’s not as bad as I thought it would be.”

“And…” She tried to urge him to say the only part that really mattered to her.

“And… it is pretty badass.” He laughed. “Could you help me wrap it back up? Found that it’s kind of a two person job.”

She opened her mouth, shaking her head in mock disbelief. “Yes.” She breathed out with fake annoyance. Carl smiled up at his best friend as she started to redress his eye, his appreciation growing if that was even possible at this point.

Y/N finally got a full night of rest that night, Carl’s arm wrapped protectively around her. She had been ignoring the fuzzy feeling in her stomach that Carl brought on for so long that she barely noticed it anymore. But tonight, for some reason unbeknownst to her, it was stronger.

She didn’t like her best friend, not in that way. She couldn’t let herself feel that way towards anyone. Carl may have been able to with Enid but to Y/N, it only meant one more person she cared deeply for and that could only be bad news for her. She’s already lost too many. Plus, if she lost Carl, if she was with Carl and lost him, she wouldn’t be able to recover.

And anyway, he was with Enid.

A/N: I’ve been feeling like writing recently so I decided to post something. This is my first writing post so I apologize for any errors or whatnot. It’s a “The Walking Dead” reader insert imagine, in case that wasn’t picked up on. I write for others such as Harry Potter and Supernatural. If any of you out there would like to send in a request, I will gladly write for you. (I am almost always bogged down with homework so it may take a few days or weeks to get it published, but it will eventually be posted.) Also, this is based off a prompt I found here on Tumblr but I cannot remember the account, so creds to them. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! And thank you so much for reading!

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