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quiltedgold · 2 years

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baby blues - jimmy mcgill

pairing: jimmy mcgill x f!reader

genre: smut. 18+ please

wc: 2.9k

contains: unprotected sex (ALWAYS WRAPPIT BEFORE YA TAPPIT KIDS), age gap (early/mid20s reader), use of pet names “sugar”, “kid”, and “sweetheart”, hint of sub!jimmy if ya squint but both him and reader are switchy tbh, gratuitous eye description because gahdayum bob odenkirk’s eyes are MESMERIZING, ya that’s p much it

notes: back from the dead to share my silly lawyer smutfic with the world. haven’t finished bcs yet, so this takes place early s1! don’t take this too seriously because i didn’t either :) more ppl gotta get crackin on the jimmy fic train tho bc there’s a sad lack of content. anyway enjoy!

The first thing you noticed about Jimmy McGill were his eyes. Entrancingly blue, fringed with dark, delicate lashes. They drooped slightly at the outer corners, giving him that sad-puppy look. Even through the TV screen and newspaper article, his eyes stood out.

His other features weren’t too hard on your eyes either: that cutely crooked mouth that moved a mile a minute when it wasn’t screwed up in thought, a nice strong nose, neat hairstyle with a stubborn cowlick that you noticed him brushing aside out of habit. And of course, the gentle lines of his face, mouth, and under his eyes that only added to the basset-hound look he had going.

You weren’t sure it was him at first–the hero you’d seen on TV, a lawyer who scaled a billboard to rescue a worker in danger. The paper had gotten a kick out of his heroic stunt and you’d seen his face on the front page the very next day. Yet here he was now, across the bar, alone and nursing a drink, and the similarities were undeniable. This definitely was Jimmy McGill.

And gee, was he handsome. Normally you’d end it there; text your friends with an omg you guys guess who i saw at the bar?? and move on, but you already had a few drinks coursing through your system, were a few stale weeks out of a breakup, and ready to try something new.

You grabbed your purse and scooted off the barstool, adjusting your skirt and checking your top before strolling over to where he was sitting.

“Hi, this seat taken?”

Jimmy started upon hearing your voice, shaken out of whatever trance he’d been in, and blinked a few times. Your heart skipped upon having those eyes, those gorgeous blue eyes trained on your own. “Huh? Oh. No, no. Be my guest,” he gestured at the empty seat.

You thanked him and slid on to it, signaling the bartender over.

“I’ll take a martini, please.”

“That can go on my tab–thanks,” Jimmy said to the bartender.

“Oh, thanks! You didn’t have to.” You flashed your most charming smile at him, and he perked up a little. Always worked.

“My pleasure. I gotta say, though, you look a little young to be at a bar.”

You wave his implication away with a roll of your eyes. “I’m legal, I promise. Just young for my age, that’s all.”

“Hm,” he smiled. “Alright, miss…?” You supplied your name in response, and he repeated it. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”

“You might laugh at me for this, I’m sure you get it all the time…” you tucked a hair behind your ear, glancing at your shoes demurely. “I thought I recognized you from that news story. Jimmy McGill, right?”

Jimmy illuminated. “That’s me, alright! Though I gotta admit, the hero stuff is more of a part-time gig,” he said with a wink. “My day job is law.”

“Law, huh?” You knew this. You’d already looked him up. Still, you pretended to be surprised and a little impressed. “Wow. What would I have to do to get you as my lawyer?”

He chuckled, face a little pink, either from the alcohol he’d already consumed or your shameless flirt. “Just don’t go falling off any billboards.”

“That’s probably a good start,” you said.

Your drink arrived, and then your second and third as the two of you continued your conversation. Jimmy was sweet–a charmer, but you sensed there was a lot that was genuine about the way he listened to you speak and avoided flicking his gaze down to your cleavage, despite how much you wanted him to. As heat collected in your stomach from the alcohol and your growing attraction to him, you stopped listening to the anecdotes he supplied and began paying more attention to his hands, the ring on his pinky, the way he placed one hand on your knee and began rubbing his thumb lightly on your bare skin, how the pads of his fingers were just slightly rough and how nice his touch felt, how his soft blue eyes bored into yours.

Eventually, you reached your limit.

“How would you feel about getting out of here?” you interrupted, voice low and suggestive.

With no hesitation, he replied. “Best idea I’ve heard all day.”

Before you knew it, the two of you tumbled out of a taxi and through the door of Day Spa and Nail (weird place to live, but hey, who were you to judge?). Jimmy locked the door behind the two of you and then stopped rather awkwardly in the lobby, dragged out of his inebriated haze by his surroundings. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the back area and the curtain of fairy lights decorating the door. It was cozy, but he seemed more embarrassed by it than anything.

You sensed this change immediately and approached him to rectify it, backing him slowly against the glass front of the store.

“Do you bring girls here a lot?” you said, one hand toying with the collar of his dress shirt.

“Can’t say that I do,” he chuckled sheepishly. “Couldn’t tell ya why. Maybe it’s the decor.”

“I, for one, like the open floor plan,” you hummed, sliding your hand down to his tie, playing with the tail of it. “Don’t mind the full length window, either.”

Jimmy swallowed. “We can always head to the back, if you want. This is a little public.”

“You know what?” you said, tilting your head. “I kind of like it that way.”

Gripping the knot of Jimmy’s tie, you tugged, leading his face down to your level, and captured his lips in your own. He groaned, melting into the kiss and bringing his own hands up to cradle your head, knotting his fingers in your hair.

The sound sent shivers down your spine and you opened your own mouth a little wider, returning his pleased noises with a few of your own.

Jimmy, without breaking the kiss, spun you so that you were the one backed against the glass. He pressed his body into yours, deepening the kiss and caressing your jaw with deft fingers.

“Shit, kid,” he huffed in between kisses. “Definitely wasn’t expecting this to be how I ended out the night.”

“From the moment I noticed you across the bar, this is how I wanted it to,” you returned lowly, pressing an open-mouthed kiss below his ear.

“Ah, geez,” he said (if you didn’t know any better, you’d say whimpered), breaking away to hold your face in his hands and examine your blown-out eyes. “Look, not like I’m complaining or anything, but why me? Why not someone your own age? I mean, you’re so gorgeous, you could get anyone you wanted, honest.”

“I’ve never much been into guys my age,” you admitted. “Not daddy issues or anything like that, just… older men are more attractive to me, that’s all. And bonus points if they’re famous.”

“Famous,” Jimmy repeated. “Don’t say that, it’ll go straight to my head.”

“Good,” you said, carding a hand through his hair with an experimental tug at the roots. “That’s where I want it to go.”

Jimmy keened, diving back in for another kiss. Meanwhile, you were at the perfect vantage point to observe the salon, and it caused another idea to blossom.

“Any desire for a massage?” you asked, and steered him over to the row of chairs. “We don’t have to pay for these, right?”

“No, no. But why…?” he asked, squinting.

“Sit down. I’ll show you,” you instructed.

He obeyed without further question, loosening his tie and situating himself in one of the plush seats. You grabbed a remote and quickly figured out the controls, setting his chair at a low setting, then set it aside.

He watched you curiously, waiting for your next move. Flicking your eyes towards his crotch, you couldn’t help but notice the tautly stretched fabric. You licked your lips.

As smoothly as possible, you slipped off your shoes and climbed into his lap, straddling his form with one of your legs on either side. You watched his face as you positioned your core right over his crotch, wiggling a little for good measure, and he gasped.

“Ah, shit, kid…” he groaned, hardness pressing up against you. “Sorry, lemme adjust myself–”

You grabbed the hand he’d moved downwards to shift his erection by the wrist and brought it up to your mouth.

Slowly, slowly, you slipped his pointer finger into your mouth, lathing over the callused skin with your tongue and teeth. He moaned at the sensation as you added another finger, then three.

To be frank, his erection’s throbbing presence against your clothed heat was making it near impossible to focus on the task at hand.

You removed his hand from your mouth and pressed yourself against his chest, laying a feather light hand against his jaw and whispering, “I want you to fuck me, Jimmy McGill.”

“Jesus, kid,” he hissed. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

The two of you scrambled to undo his pants and shift his boxers aside to free his dick, your panties not far behind. You didn’t even bother to shuck your skirt off, instead allowing his large hands to shimmy it up to your waist, squeezing at the softness there with a whimper.

“Wait, wait a sec, do you have a…” He palmed his forehead, flushed pink and sweaty.

You hovered over his rock-hard erection, teasing the tip of him at your entrance. “I’m safe. I’d rather you fuck me raw. Is that okay with you?”

“Is that okay? Jesus, what a question. Yes, absolutely, just please, please, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something so badly in my life,” Jimmy begged, hands falling to your thighs and squeezing hard, resisting the urge to buck upwards into you.

You paused a moment before committing, drinking in the sight beneath you. Jimmy McGill, looking positively debauched. Unkempt hair, cheeks the color of cherries, a light sheen of sweat shining in the warm ambient lighting. His eyes were the definition of puppy-dog, the sweetest blue you’d ever seen, swimming with want, eyelashes fanned across his lids as he blinked heavily. The first few buttons of his shirt were undone, and almost without thinking, you dipped your fingers inside and trailed them down the light hair on his chest. He sucked in a shuddery breath.

“One more time?” you asked. Jimmy understood.

“Please,” he croaked.

You plunged your hips down, fully sheathing his length within you. The sensation sent sparks across your eyesight and you cried out, squeezing yourself around him. Jimmy reacted in kind, throwing his head back with a whine and jerking his hips upward to attempt to bury himself deeper. The two of you began to search for a rhythm, him canting upward with an arm wrapped firmly around your waist, you grinding in circular downward motions in return.

It didn’t take long to align, the two of you quickly establishing a steady rhythm to follow, listening closely for the other’s pleased moans and adjusting movements to allow for more of them to spill out.

You clutched Jimmy’s arms, his chest, carded your fingers through his hair, splayed your hands on his stomach for balance. He palmed your breasts, your ass, your thighs, each touch sending electricity straight to your core, but his hands always seemed to migrate back to your waist, which he gripped firmly and used to guide your movements, an action you were grateful for somewhere deep in your lust-addled mind.

You also quickly learned that he was a vocal partner, which made sense knowing his personality and profession. He let his mouth run, moaning about how good you were for him, how pretty, how much he needed this. At one point you could have sworn you heard him hiss “That’s my girl,” and you nearly came right then and there.

Soon, his movements began to speed up, thrusts becoming messier, and you knew he was near his peak. Truth be told, you were surprised he’d lasted this long at his age, but you certainly weren’t complaining.

Clutching your flanks, he pushed himself up to press against your chest and you wrapped your arms around him, twisting your fingers into the back of his dress shirt.

“Sweetheart, I’m close,” he huffed. “Where do you want it?”

“Inside,” you answered without hesitation. “Please, please, inside.”

Jimmy choked out a laugh. “Don’t have to convince me, sugar.”

Upon hearing the pet name, you clenched your walls involuntarily and whimpered.

“C’mon, you can’t–can’t do that…” he groaned. “Ya like being called sugar, huh?”

You couldn’t summon up a reply, nearing your own climax.

Jimmy, seeming to sense your proximity, snaked a hand down to your cunt and quickly located your clit, rubbing in small circles with the callused pad of his thumb to match the speed of his thrusts.

His touch sent a jolt up your spine and you squealed, to which he let out a hoarse chuckle in your ear. “Feels good?”

“Fuck, Jimmy, yeah. Please, please, I’m close…”

“Me too, kid. Just… a little… more…”

He increased the intensity of his ministrations on your clit, sending fresh waves of pleasure through your body, sending you soaring over the precipice of an orgasm. Tremors rached your body, radiating outward from the source of your pleasure, where Jimmy was still circling his thumb. You cried out a string of expletives, sagging against him when the pleasure started to seep out of your system.

Jimmy wasn’t far behind. A few more thrusts and he was coming, clutching your waist in a bruising grip as his seed flooded your insides. He released a shuddering breath and let his forehead fall against your shoulder, collapsing back into the still-undulating massage chair. Your ragdoll form fell with him. The two of you caught your breath in silence, listening to the slowing beats from within each other’s chests, slowly descending from your intense highs.

Slowly, you lifted yourself from his hips, his length slipping out of you followed by globules of white, collecting in little puddles on his soft stomach. You stared at his juices for a moment, then experimentally swiped a finger across them and stuck it in your mouth, sucking to evaluate the flavor.

Salty, bitter. Run of the mill. Except, his had a hint of sweetness, an aftertaste that bloomed after a few moments in your mouth. Interesting.

Your gaze raised, and you realized he’d looked up from your shoulder. His eyes were trained firmly on the finger in your mouth, and his pupils were blown as wide as the sun.

“Jesus, where have you been all my life,” he wondered aloud, then screwed his face up in that cute way you’d observed earlier at the bar, his mouth disappearing into a crooked line. “Nevermind. Don’t answer that.”

You giggled tiredly, grabbing a towel from a nearby table to wipe up the cooling cum on his skin, then collected it from your own leaking hole.

He smiled lazily, twirling a strand of your hair between his fingers. “If I were twenty years younger and in shape, I would suggest we go another round.”

You set the rag aside and pressed a kiss to his lips, sweet and lingering. He leaned into it, corners of his lips turning up against yours.

“I would have to agree,” you said, pulling away and trailing a hand across his jaw. He gazed up at you with those hooded blue eyes, gentle adoration practically radiating. “But I’d like to get cleaned up. I don’t want this salon looking like a crime scene when the ladies come back in tomorrow.”

Jimmy clucked his tongue. “You’re right. Bathroom’s down the hall on the right.”

You reluctantly hauled yourself off his chest and headed to the bathroom, legs sore from the intense upwards-downwards movement you’d sustained for the past fifteen minutes.

When you returned, Jimmy was finished tidying up the salon and waiting awkwardly outside the door to his room slash office. He wiggled a pile of clothes he had clutched in one hand.

“Change of clothes, ah, if you want them. You don’t have to stay, of course, I can call a taxi, or go back to the bar and get my car–”

“I’d like to stay,” you replied, taking the clothes from him with a peck. “Thank you.”

Snug in the law firm t-shirt and worn sweatpants he’d lent you, you watched as he set up his room’s nighttime configuration, tittering in amusement at the soft curses he let out when the futon mattress got stuck on the frame. Once he’d set the bed up, fretting abundantly about which side would be more comfortable and which pillow you might prefer, the two of you crawled in and you slotted yourself against his side, resting a hand on his broad chest.

From this position, you could peer up at him and meet his pretty blue eyes, and he could see you staring.

“See something you like, kid?” he yukked, half asleep.

“Mmhm,” you said. “Your eyes. I’ve been looking at them all night. They’re beautiful.”

Taken aback, Jimmy blushed. “Can’t tell you I’ve heard that before. Maybe it’s why I get all the ladies.”

“It’s how you got this lady,” you teased.

“What, that wasn’t my incessant charm or stunning fashion sense?”

“No, but that might have been a small part. The eyes were most of it,” you said, drawling the ends of your sentences as your brain urged you into drowsiness.

“Hm. Good to know,” Jimmy conceded, and the two of you fell into a sleepy lull.

You heard his heartbeat slow, pumping steadily against his chest, and the sound drifted you safely into contented oblivion.

#better call saul #bcs #jimmy mcgill #jimmy mcgill x reader #saul goodman #saul goodman x reader #bcs fanfic

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espresso-lessdepresso · 2 years

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The Cage | Chuckle Sandwich MMA!au

Chapter 1

✎Blurb: Having built a reputation for themselves by dominating the ring and defeating opponent after opponent, Y/n Hunter is well known in the sports of Mixed Martial Arts. Charlie fresh out of college is finally joining The Octave in pursuit of his dreams; joining the MMA Championships. With the help of Schlatt, their team manager, and Ted, Charlie’s old coach, will Hunter be able to train Charlie to win his Championships and become Breakthrough Fighter of the Year or will bad blood from the past knock the team out of the ring before Charlie even has a chance to put his hands up.

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❄︎Chapter: 1/12 •*⁀➷ master list

❄︎Word Count: +1.9k

❄︎Fandom: Chuckle Sandwich Podcast

❄︎Pairing: Chuckle Sandwich x gn!reader, single separate romantic chapter for each

❄︎Age Profile: Y/n Hunter[Mid20s], Charlie[Early20s], Schlatt & Ted[Early30s]

❄︎Genre: mma!au, sports!au

⚠︎ Warnings: Swearing, Conflict, Injury

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The Cage. Its octagonal shape goes by many other names, but a cage is what it was. Where fighters of all expertise and practices go to truly test their strength, speed, and agility. Once you’re in the cage and the rattling fence gate is shut behind you, your only objective is to be the last one standing.

If you let The Cage get under your skin with even a sliver of fear, you can pretty much forget trying to fight in it. Charlie’s first memory of being locked in the eight walls was smeared with his own blood and sweat. And though Charlie was scared, he couldn’t back down.

“Mr. Schlatt, I expected this place to look more… beat up, of course, from what you told me.”

A giant sign board spelled out ‘The Octave’ in bright red text on the center of a dark wooden board that wrapped around the entrance and frame of the building.

“Oh Hunter, you underestimate me.” Schlatt opened the door for you to enter first. From the outside, this three-story corner building looked like nothing more than like the corporate buildings all over Boston. Although from the inside, once you make past the reception desks, one can quickly notice what sets this building apart from the rest. The walls were painted the cleanest shade of white and two opposite walls were lined with mirrors. Sections of the mirror broke for the windows to see through. Along the walls, organized spaciously were various training materials and equipment. There were racks of weights and for those weights were weight training machines. Treadmills were lined beside each other in front of the large windows. Aside from the locker rooms that were connected to the main training area, there were shelves for the trainers to store their belongings and benches to rest on after a successful workout. Hanging from the brightly lit ceiling were various kinds of punching bags all paced out to avoid any hindrance from each other. This place looked nothing like the old martial arts studio that you saw pictures of. “It wasn’t easy revamping this old thing, but I have my ways. And come on, we’re well-acquainted now, drop the formalities and just call me Schlatt.”

“Formalities?” You looked over your shoulder at him, “Says the man wearing a suit in a training gym.”

“Well,” He sheepishly looked down at his handsome navy blue suit before giving you a smug look, “I had to wear this ol’ thing to give a good first impression. What would you think if I showed up in sweats to pick you up from the airport.”

“Schlatt,” You turned, “I’m in sweats.”

“Anyways,” He smirked, walking past you “Let me introduce you to the team.” The two of you walked over to who you recognized as Charlie, standing up from one of the side benches. You had received his profile prior to arriving in Boston. “First we have-” You looked at Charlie, who stood up and looked back at you with an anticipating smile, readying his hand to greet you “-ME!” Both you and Charlie snapped your heads back at Schlatt, who had his thumbs pointing towards himself. “The biggest man here! As the team manager, I will be running this whole show. You wanna organize dates, and venues, arrange equipment, or work on a public profile, you talk to me.” This man had an aura of concrete confidence emitting from him, his above six feet tall stature and wide-shouldered build only added to that. “I’ve got connections everywhere and whatever you need, I’ll find the man for the job.”

You nod your head slowly at him, “I don’t doubt you.” You were undeniably impressed with the confidence and with how he seemed to be running The Octave. But you weren’t going to let him know that, should his head get any bigger.

“I’ll never give you the chance!” Schlatt turned to stand next to Charlie, “And this, you may already recognize, is Charlie, your new trainee.”

Caught off guard, Charlie straighten up and nervously chuckled at himself. Raising his all-of-a-sudden-sweaty hand to shake yours, he said “Hi, nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” You smiled at him. Charlie may be an MMA fighter in training, but from his face, he looked more like a computer technician who would have taught coding to the students in your university. The nerdy glasses didn’t help either.

“I look forward to working with you. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Wha..what?” Jittery, he rubbed the back of his neck, “I mean…I haven’t really done anything much noteworthy-”

Schlatt grabbed Charlie’s shoulders and gave them a strong shake, “The boxing skills this young man has are unmatched for his age. Undefeated throughout his high school and college sports program. Amongst the other youngbloods here, he’s only lost once, and that too by a draw.”

“Impressive! I’ve read that endurance is your strong suit and that for some time you were on the swimming team.” You added. From the profile that you received, Charlie was an all-rounder, well-practiced, and almost above average in all terms of skill. He was a good and quick learner and needed polishing in only a few existing skills. He’s been learning how to box from a very young age you learned. The main overlapping trait between boxing and MMA is that you can strike your opponent by punching them, but MMA allows a multitude of ways to defeat the other person in the ring. MMA is a demanding sport, the shift from boxing will be a lot of blood and sweat and you were determined to train Charlie to be the best of the best.

“I –yeah, I did swimming for only a while,” Charlie started, “Well, I mean I guess I try-”

“He’s pretty much golden.” A new voice interrupted.

The voice came from behind you. Strutting towards you, approached a man standing just as tall as Schlatt, maybe even taller. He too was built wide from the shoulders and looked strong enough to easily carry Charlie on his back. He smiled at you and you would have smiled back at him but… it was fake. The grin tightly spread across his lips felt forced. His smile did not reach to crinkle his eyes. An unwelcoming tension grew with each step he took towards you. You tried to not fiddle with the loose strap on your duffle bag that hung from your shoulder.

He stopped right before you, and you felt like he was holding back the urge to tower over you. “You must be the new coach.” He held out his hand.

You looked at his hand for a moment before taking it in yours and shaking it. “Yes, I am. And you are?”

“Theodore.” You let go of his hand, “But I usually just go by Ted. I’m Charlie’s boxing coach. Well, old coach now.”

You furrowed your brows but nodded, “Y/n Hunter. But I just go by Hunter.”

Ted stared at you – almost glaring menacingly.

A beat passed.

And you weren’t going to be the first to break it.

Another beat passed.

He looked you down and then back up.

“Trying to scare the newbie?” Schlatt pipped in, leaning sideways towards Ted.

“No, no, of course not.” Ted chuckled, folding his arms across his chest. “Just really excited to meet you.”

“Um,” C’mon man, don’t do this. Schlatt seemed to feel the tension in the air and he wanted nothing more than to stop whatever the hell was about to go down. He turned to you “We’ve…Uh – had quite a few people here excited to meet you – you probably know that you’ve all over the news and all the sports articles so –”

“But I mean,” Ted started again. His eyes wandered to the side, pretending to recall something important. “You pay the media them enough… and they’ll say that you know how to fly and shit gold.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You didn’t know what Ted was trying to do but you weren’t going to have any of it.

Charlie gave Schlatt a worrisome look, and Schlatt returned it with an equally worried and confused expression.

Ted shrugged casually, as though he didn’t just hit a nerve. Completely ignoring the other two, he maintained stern eye contact with you. “Nothing I –”

“Ted –” Schlatt tried to interrupt.

“–’m just saying. You pay the media enough and the headlines will say anything you want them to.” He laughed. But no one joined him.

Ted's joke seemed to pierce the cold air. The training room was deafeningly quiet. Everyone save you held their breaths; your chest rose and fell slowly as you fiercely inhaled through your nose. You’ve got to be kidding me, you thought. By coming all the way out to Boston, you were expecting to escape the self-absorbed assholes of the industry –away from the people who always questioned you and forced you to prove your raw fighting skills.

Ted gazed between Schlatt and Charlie before returning to you. “I don’t know what the hell people see in you Hunter. I don’t believe it.”

Your jaw clenched “Wanna find out?”

“Are you challenging me?” He took a step closer to you, glaring down at you.

“That’s enough.” Schlatt put his hand on Ted’s chest, stepping in between you two to keep you away from each other. Blood coursed through Ted, a deep red rose across his face and neck and he looked like he was ready to grab you by the collar and throw the first punch. Schlatt had seen enough fights break out within seconds during his youth and he really wasn’t in the mood to handle one at this time. Especially not one between the former and new coach in his team. “Knock it off.”

You felt Charlie’s hand on your should, pulling you back. He gave you an apologetic look but you shrugged his hand off. “I’ve seen enough of you shitheads who think they’re better than me.”

“Oh yeah?” Now Ted was looking past Schlatt, who still had his hand on Ted’s chest, “Well, I’ve seen enough of mediocre shit fighters who think they’re better than everyone else.”

“I don’t know what you think about me or have heard but –”

Schlatt tried to calm down Ted, muttering for him to stop but Ted’s voice bellowed over, “Don’t tell me what to think! You rich fucks skip climbing the ladder, you throw money at the struggles and show the world how hard it was to climb to the top. I don’t even think you can last a minute in a real match without rigging it, let alone win it.”

“Hunter, please don’t listen to him,” Charlie huffed, “I don’t know what’s gotten into him, this- this isn’t about you and he’s not usually like this–”

“We’ll see about that.” Unknowingly, your hands were balled into tight fists, clenching so hard that your knuckles threatened to tear out of your skin. Your nails were digging into your palms, leaving painful imprints for later. “I’m going to knock you to the ground and make you eat your words.”

Fixing the strap of your bag and grabbing it tightly, you stormed past Ted as he shouted more nonsense at you over Schlatts shoulder, who kept trying to shut him up. Charlie called out for you but everything went in one ear and out the other. Your skin felt hot and you felt your heart breathing at the base of your throat as though you’ve just finished running a mile. It was set. Not one day at the Octave and you’ve already locked horns with another know-it-all. Charlie tried to call you back but you were gone.

“Dickhead.”

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luobingmeis · 5 years

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share your mama thoughts!!!! (if you would like to)

you’re gonna look at these and, within 2.5 seconds, say “wow jords the self-projection is strong tn”

or more so “wow jords we really see the dynamics that u yearn for and yet cannot find so u project them onto fictional characters who u look up to in a way u can’t quite understand”

post-writing notes: this got way longer than i expected (the jords ohsweetflips story), so this is going under the cut, but enjoy my huge mama backstory headcanons!!!

first things first, i hc mama as a lesbian, bc i am a lesbian, and i feel very attached to mama, so i hc her as a lesbian (but also i believe that anyone can hc her to be anything that they damn well please)

and, forgive me, i don’t know shit abt west virginian geography, but i think she grew up in a town like aubrey’s? like i know we didn’t get a lot of description of aubrey’s younger life outside her home, but i kinda see mama as having this “old money” type homelife

and bc i, jords ohsweetflips, wish i had a group of lesbian friends so that i could’ve had some guidance in my teen years, i hc that, in her town, she found her way into the small yet secure lesbian “scene” that was just a couple girls around her age (i see her as 15 at this time, with others ranging 15-18) along with a couple who were, like, 19/20

and tbh, just the vibe i get from mama and how she seems much more inclined towards found family than blood relatives, i don’t think she had the nicest folks so, when she came out, that was it, you know?

and tbh i completely see mama (well, madeline at this point) as someone who is very like “i don’t need help, i can do things on my own,” even as a young teen, so i think for, like, a week or two, she did the whole “on her own” things

but bc her friends were absolute angels, and also found out that she had been essentially homeless, two of the girls who are 19 and 20 and have an apartment are like “fuck no, you’re staying with us”

and madeline is at first like “no, really, i’m fine” but the thought of an actually loving home is too tempting to ignore

so from the ages of 15 to 18, she lives with her friends!!! she was fairly good at art at this point so she was able to get some in to the local galleries and shops and make some money off of it, and then when she was around 17, her friends were able to get her a job bussing at the bar they worked in

she also liked to whittle a lot!!! she made a lot of ducks

she was 18 when she decided to move out, and that’s when she heard of kepler. or, more so, she heard of it from another one of her friends who dubbed it as “a place fit for you, mads”

so she managed to save up enough money for an apartment and she moved out of her hometown and absolutely the friends she lived with cried their eyes out when they were helping her move in and tbh even madeline got a bit teary eyed bc they were like family, you know?

and so basically, from the ages of 18-24, she lived in kepler and got her bearings and this was when she started to get really into wood carving!!! she was able to get some pieces out there and get some recognition and, by her mid20s, she was actually making decent money, or at least enough to not be living paycheck to paycheck

in this phase of living in kepler, i think she was in a very “people knew her but she didn’t know them that well” just bc i don’t see her as the type of person to be a “social butterfly”? i think she mostly, tho, became friendly with the man who ran kepler’s local coffee shop, and the wives who owned the little dipper back before it was the hornet’s nest. she’s also def met leo and thacker, but only in passing, mostly. i think, once she got closer to her late 20s/early 30s, she would have heard of duck and juno but, in her being 18-24, they were probably still kids/young teenagers.

WAIT I CAN’T FORGET 1980S MAMA AESTHETIC: whole lot of jackets. she did a lot of thrift shopping so she has so many huge jackets. lot of denim. and leather. work boots. flannel. patches. are you picking up on the self projection yet.

and then, in november of 1988, when she was 24, the gate went up. she encountered her first abomination by accident. she had been out in the woods, just trekking back to her apartment and deciding to take the scenic route, when all of a sudden.... one of the smaller trees started moving? and she was like “well that’s not what trees do” and then she saw that the tree had a jagged mouth dripping with sap and branches acting like long, clawed hands, and she was like “well that ain’t no normal tree”

i don’t have my Big Brave Madeline “Mama” Cobb Origin Battle Story yet but she definitely just chopped the shit out of the tree and it managed to work

i think it would be Very Funny if, very shortly after that, her first sylph was barclay. like, i have a feeling that age works a bit different for sylphs, and honestly i have no clue where they would get the disguises from? maybe heathcliff? but the thought of madeline running into Literal Bigfoot and barclay, maybe like 20yo in sylph age, being like “WAIT DON’T KILL ME” bc this young woman already looks ready for leather is very entertaining

and that’s when mama learns abt the sylphs, and how they’re not abominations, and barclay shows her the gate

and also yes barclay absolutely stays in her apartment except he is So Hidden bc imagine the chaos of Literal Bigfoot being in her apartment! hysterical!

but, soon, mama crosses over into sylvain and figures out Everything that has gone on and knows abt the crystal shattering and the wars and she realizes that there have been sylphs exiled to earth and she’s like “well that ain’t gonna fly”

so she starts the pineguard and, for that first year, it’s mostly just her? and, at that point, it’s harder to locate sylphs, so she only has barclay and one or two others staying with her and it’s cramped but they’re safe so she’s happy

she meets thacker around... april 1989, i think? i know it was spring. so he helps out, and then they recruit another guy, mike (canonically mentioned in the water arc), and a couple others, and, suddenly, the pineguard is turning into an actual thing

and then, one of the ski lodges up on topside closes, now leaving a completely empty inn just... taking up space...... and it’s only a half mile from the gate........... and she has been making a decent amount of money from her sculptures

before the end of 1989, amnesty lodge is set up and running and, all of a sudden, it’s like she has another real home again. she loves the sylphs she meets and they can be safe with her!!

thacker absolutely has a bunch of “home videos” where, really, he’s just messing around with madeline. it’s almost like a “madeline cobb nature documentary” as she finishes up the lodge and treks through the woods. there’s also some of barclay and moira, and other pineguard members, and other sylphs that show up. he also has his journals and pictures and other books and, at one point, the cellar looks like thacker’s library

also the ballad of bigfoot is absolutely canonical and, after stephanie & griffin & C.M. leave the lodge, thacker has never seen madeline go off like she did on barclay that night. barclay still has some residual fear for hearing mama (who’s a big woman but he is Big Foot so he is definitely just Big) scream up at him “I WILL PUT YOU BACK IN THE WOODS WHERE I FOUND YOU, DON’T YOU TEST ME, BARCLAY”

even tho the two of them don’t talk abt it much, and might not even realize it that early on (picturing like late 20s/early 30s), thacker and mama really are best friends and, tbh, every sylph can see it in the way they bicker yet unconditionally care for each other

madeline almost kicked thacker out of the pineguard when she first found out what he put in his gorp

dani showed up in 2009 and, at the age of 12, she was the youngest sylph amnesty lodge had by a fucking landslide, and that made madeline so angry yet so sad bc this child had been exiled from her home and that was just a thing that could happen

(madeline never got along too well with woodbridge but, after that, knowing that he is the one in charge of the exiles, she could never even be civil with him)

she was immediately protective of dani and was ready to really step in as a parental figure bc she wasn’t abt to let this young girl be without guidance

and she gave dani handmedowns and took her shopping and would make sure that she felt safe and comfortable bc, really, she was the only sylph in the lodge who wasn’t an adult. and, fortunately, barclay was basically an older brother to her and moira looked out for her and i think dani coming into the lodge was what really gave everyone a very big reality check bc, like. she’s a kid

(is it obvious that i’m a bit attached to mama and dani)

and so it should come as no shock that, within a year of dani being in amnesty lodge, madeline became “mama”

and then, in 2011, jake, age 16, showed up, and by then mama was like “alright time to adopt him”

but also, real talk, mama looks out for all her sylphs so much, she’d lay down her life for any of them

when thacker leaves in 2013, she’s at first okay, doing just fine. he promised that he would come back, and she has faith in him. and then months pass. and then a year. and then two. and, all of a sudden, it’s the spring of 2016 and kepler expeditions is officially shut down and mama realizes just how much she misses her best friend.

and, not to mention, the waning of the pineguard.

by the time it gets to the summer of 2018, it’s just her and barclay, the both of them hoping things stay the same, but hope hasn’t gotten them too far

and then they have a fire magician, and a forest ranger with a talking sword, and ned fucking chicane

and now we have reached canon!!! thank u for coming to my ted talk!!!!

also tho, post-finale during the big reunion, thacker is just talking with aubrey and all of a sudden is like “holy shit, you really are like her, aren’t you?” and aubrey is just like “???” and thacker says, “don’t go tellin’ her, because she’ll kick my ass, but talkin’ to you is just like talkin’ to maddie when she was your age” and aubrey is a bit :’)

#taz amnesty #taz mama #madeline cobb #mama #headcanons #answered #the-ipre

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