i could genuinely use the money just now

zouriaf  asked:

#2 I’m lucky because I’ve gotten to know a thing or two about Beth (mum’s the word but bless her) so going off that ... let’s say Will takes the two of them somewhere & gets caught up talking to a girl across the room and Beth is all ready to swoop in there but Amelia pulls her back because she either A) is enjoying herself watching Will talk his way out of an awkward situation or B) has learned to enjoy a little mischief once in a while and uses the opportunity to take a page from Beth’s book

Sooooo… this took me three days because I’m absurd. Way to fail at flashfics, self. However, like a true flashfic, it hasn’t even been reread much less proofread. 

September 2045 - Galloway Position

There’s a kind of exhilaration whitewater rafting that fifteen-year-old Bethany’s never quite found anywhere else. The rush of the current, the way the whitecaps lap over the edge of the raft and her attention goes hyper-focused on what she’s doing… she loves it. She always has. Hiking is great, rock climbing is better, but whitewater rafting is the best.

She laughs, the spray of the surprisingly cold water peppering her face as they hit a class four rapid aptly named The Undertow and she has to hold on to the rope running along the side of the raft to keep from being bucked off into the water.

“Reverse on this side!” their guide shouts, gesturing to the opposite side of the raft where her big brother is easily doing the work of any two people on the other side. It keeps throwing them off-kilter. There’s too much power to his stroke with the oar and he’s used to his dad levelling that out on the other side, but the only Queen here today is Will.

Well… for now, anyhow. Beth’s pretty sure the woman sitting in front of her is gonna be a Queen before too long. And the thought makes her nearly as giddy as the spray of water splashing her face and the rush of adrenaline as the raft pitches. She loves Amelia, loves how happy Will is with her and Beth is more than ready to interfere to make sure he stays that way.

“Even it out, guys!” the guide yells again from his spot in the back of the raft where he acts like a rudder, controlling their direction as best he can. He’s okay, but Beth’s had way better guides in the past. Including ones who realized she actually knows what she’s doing and used the correct terminology. Then again, maybe it’s not her the guide is dumbing things down for. There’s two other groups on their raft. A young couple with a guy who looks more than a bit terrified - Beth’s pretty sure his boyfriend dragged him on this excursion and it will be their last rafting experience together - and three twenty-something women who seem to have limited experience but the right attitude and focus.

Or… they have the right focus when they’re not blatantly checking out her brother.


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3years later

Originally posted by jjks

Word Count : 1661 words

Genre: Fluff

Member: Jungkook



“I’m sorry,” I try to find her eyes, but since they’re carefully focused on the ground, it’s not as easy. Being rejected was one of those things that hurt the most, but having to reject someone is twice as bad, well in my opinion.

There comes a short laugh from her, and she raises her head, her eyes locking with mine. The flash of hurt in her eyes, disappeared just as quick as a match in the wind. I try to reach for her wind my hands but she backs away, shaking her head. “I have to go,”


There’s nothing better than watching the sky from an airplane. It gives you the satisfaction of being above everyone else without even doing anything. It was early, maybe six am, maybe seven, I didn’t have a clock on me and turning on the tv-screen that was built in the seat would cause my little sister to wake up.

To my surprise, I actually woke up earlier than everyone else on the airplane. I didn’t know if it was because I was hungry or if it was because the sun shone from the little gap from our window that we hadn’t completely shut. I was never the guy to sleep with light on in my room, in fact, just the smallest amount of light could wake me up from deep sleep. I hated sleeping in a warm and light room, it disturbed me.

I grabbed my phone from my pockets, hoping it hadn’t been crushed between my butt and my seat last night and luckily it didn’t. However, when I turned on my phone, the entire row lit up and I almost panicked because my sister shifted in her seat. Let me tell you, when she wakes up, she doesn’t stop talking. I mean, I love her and she’s adorable, but I think I like her better when she’s asleep.

I decreased the brightness on my phone screen and started scrolling through my phone when I realized I didn’t have wifi. 

No tv and no wifi?

Seeing that I had some free time, I decided to go through apps and delete those apps, pictures and things I didn’t need on my phone, just to make some space for some awesome pictures I’d be taking in Kuala Lumpur.

There wasn’t many songs I wanted to delete and I barely had any apps, so the next place was pictures and I had over four thousand pictures so this was going to take a while. I clicked the upper bar of my phone so my phone would direct me to the very top, something I’ve learned from watching “10 THINGS YOU PROBABLY DIDNT KNOW YOU COULD DO ON FACEBOOK”

There was a lot of pictures and for once, throughout the entire plane ride, I found myself smiling and laughing at memories. I didn’t realize how many pictures I had and how many pictures that could make my brain drift back to years ago. Suddenly my thumb scrolled over a picture of a girl. She was smiling to the camera, her hands looped through mine and smiling.

It was the last school day of school before summer break sophomore year. She looked younger, we both did. We were both wearing our uniforms, her hair behind her shoulders and a smile planted softly on her lips. Little did we both know that after this picture, we would drift away. We didn’t disconnect completely, but there wasn’t much talking to put it that way.

Last time I talked to her was three months ago and we discussed an assignment, but other than that, we barely spoke. I didn’t realize how much I actually missed her until I was scrolling through the pics of the two of us and one of the old couple next to me, smiled and nodded towards my phone, “Is she your girlfriend?”

“No,” I blurted out, a little to quickly.

“Do you like her?”


The old man nodded, but not really buying it. “What is it?” I asked, curios. I already knew what he was going to say but I wanted him to confirm it.

“You don’t smile at your phone like that because of a picture, unless it’s someone special in the picture.”

And that’s how the question started racing through my brain.

Did I like her?

At the airport, in the cab, at the mall, at the store, in the bus, everywhere on the first week of vacation, I was thinking about her. Where was she? What was she doing? Did she think about me?

Does she still have feelings for me?

My mom noticed how I often kept drifting away and how I kept re-reading messages from ages ago.

“Are you going to tell her that you like her or should I?” When my mom asked me that question, I didn’t question myself if I did like her. Really? What guy would go around thinking about a girl for a whole week to the point where a complete stranger and his own mother would bring the subject up, and still deny the fact that he liked her?

Definitely not me.

Later that night, my mom, my sister and I had to move to another hotel because our hotels ventilation was acting up and all guests had to go to another place. It made me frustrated because we ended up at a hotel where their wifi was down, meaning I usually didn’t have anything to at night. Mom came out of the bathroom while my little sister was sleeping and took a seat next to me on the bed. She smiled and stroked my chin.

Puzzled, I asked, “You good mom?”

“I’m sure she’s out there thinking about you too, sweetie.” I knew she was referring to her. I closed the screen of my laptop and leaned my head against the wall, “I rejected her mom, it’s been three years, I’m pretty sure she has someone else,”

“And if she doesn’t, there’s probably a reason why.”

“What are you trying to say?” I squint my eyebrows in confusion. Mom gets off the bed and starts walking to my sister side, tucking her in the blanket so the cold from the air condition doesn’t make her sick, “There’s only one way to find out do she still likes you or if she doesn’t, and it’s always worth a try,”

“Well, she’s on the other side of the world, were on a vacation mom. There’s no way to find out and I’m not going to ask her over text,”

“There’s always a way when it’s love, honey.” She smiles. I try to find something wrong about that smile, trying to see if she’s faking it, if she’s just telling me because I’m her son, but I can’t seem to find it. It’s hundred percent genuine and for some reason, it makes me feel better. “Thanks mom,” I tell her, sincerely.

She nods, “Always for you, sweetie,” her smile falls and she throws some money at me, lightly. It’s just the way we work, by the way, she’s not abusing me and she’s not bipolar. “Now, go to the 7-eleven and buy some chocolate for me.” She demands. I roll my eyes at her but obey nonetheless, she’s my mother after all. Besides, I could use some fresh air.

…well, air. I could use some air.

The trip to the 7-eleven and back to the hotel consisted of thinking about different ways to tell her. I’d schedule the time on when I should say it, and I tried to rehearse some phrases that would sound the best, but by the time I arrived at the hotel, everything erased itself from my mind when I saw her on top of the staircase to second floor.

Her eyes were completely fixed on mine, her phone hanging loosely in her hands. I was blinded by her beauty. Instead of the usual amount of makeup she used everyday, she was wearing minimal amount. Her eyes were clean and her eyebrows wasn’t all that harsh, there was a beautiful glow to her skin from the heat and her lips was glossy and red. Her hair was curly from the heat also, and it was set up in a bun that just gave off that natural vibe. She was wearing a sky blue top with a muffin on it and a white skirt, making her look even prettier.

“Jungkook…” she whispered, shocked and confused.

My mind wandered back to the time where we were at a field trip with our class and she found a cockroach in her room and called me and cried to me for help to remove it. Knowing her, she was scared, really scared to even look at it so I quickly walked to her room and removed it for her. Later on that night, we were watching a movie and she drifted away, falling asleep in my arms.

Seeing that in my mind made me realize that, I wanted that.

I wanted that with her.

I wanted her to come to me when she’s scared, I wanted her to fall asleep in my arms, but better yet, I want her to be with me. So I did what I had to do.

I dropped the bag of chips that I had in my hands and stormed up the stairs. She looked confused and although it made it harder, I kept walking upstairs until I finally reached her. When I did, I placed my palm on her cheek, “What are you doing?”

“Something I should’ve done a long time ago,” I replied before crashing my lips into hers.

The kiss wasn’t sloppy nor was it soft, it was passionate and I liked it. It made my heart race the minute she responded to the kiss and wrapped her arms around mine. She smiled into the kiss and I felt accomplished.

She was mine.

I’m about to upset some people. But I’m sure you know I don’t care.

Jay Z: *meets with Governor of New York to discuss police brutality and efforts to reduce conflict* *also puts Sean Bell’s kids through school*
Black people: *crickets*
Fox News: “Former crack dealer meets with governor”

Beyoncé: *builds 7 million dollar homeless shelter in Houston* *goes to Haiti with the UN with her BeyGood foundation to support humanitarian efforts* *meets with the families of Freddie Gray, Trayvon Martin, and Walter Scott*
Black people: “Photo op! Not genuine! It’s about time she did SOMETHING! It’s not enough! They got a billion dollars they can give it all up!”

Beyoncé and Jay Z: *remains quiet*
Black people: “WHERE ARE THEY? Why won’t they speak up for us? They could be doing so much! They don’t care about helping people AT ALL! All they care about is making money! Are we even considering them as black anymore, cuz I don’t.”

Beyoncé and Jay Z: *speaks about issues*
Black people: “ugh, they just trying to boost their record sales! Tidal is flopping so NOW you wanna help? I’m so tired of them.”

These people cannot win. It sucks that after a certain level of success, your own people will tear you down and critique your every move.

Win A Date With Riley Matthews

Day Five

Prompt: Movie star Riley Matthews has a competition to win a Christmas date with her and fanboy Lucas Friar is the lucky winner. 

Word Count: 6,876 (LONG ONE!)

Backstory!!!!!! Riley Matthews was a normal girl living in New York City but one day she was looking for a bathroom to use when she stubbled upon a casting call for a new sitcom. They offered the quirky girl a job on the spot and things took off from there. Four years down the track Riley Matthews is one of the most sought after teens in the industry. 

Note: Maya / Smackle not mentioned in this story at all. It’s easier to picture they don’t exist, Maya especially (Sorry my loves, no hate)

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It’s a few days after thanksgiving and Riley has one more day off left before she is set to finish filming the last instalment of the movie trilogy she’s been the star of for the past few years. The sixteen year old lays upside down on the sofa. Her hair hitting the floor, legs thrown over the back rest, phone pressed to her ear as she chats away with her closest friend.

“Americas Sweetheart just got sweeter,” the entertainment report says on the television Riley wasn’t paying attention to. 

“Are you watching a segment on yourself?” The person on the other end chuckles, “The fame has finally got to your head!”

“Shut up,” Riley rolls her eyes with a laugh, she swings herself upright on the sofa, “Quick turn on channel 3.”

The line falls silent as both ends of the call listen to the announcement about Riley.

“Teen sensation Riley Matthews is giving back this Holiday Season with a competition that raises money for families in need. The prize is an evening dining with the sixteen year old. So gentlemen if you’d like to Win A Christmas Date with Riley Matthews here’s what you have to do…”

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ok but i don’t think that caecilia has actually been in a relationship where she genuinely loved the other person. all her relationships have been for some sort of gain– like money or power. i’m also convinced that she may have entered into a relationship with a certain chevalier just because she could possibly get them to fight for her/do some dirty work for her.

it is entirely possible for her to form real romantic and sexual feelings for someone but. up until now she has not. it’s always been about using people.

at least she has like 1 standard where she won’t actually cheat on someone. so i mean. congrats on your single standard i guess, cae.

Head Down Low (Eleven)

Summary: Dan isn’t right. He’s not like most of the others, he’s not genetically pure. He has no destined path, he has nothing going for him in life. He’ll be lucky to get himself a job in a fast food kitchen, and everyone looks down on him like he’s a piece of dirt stuck at the bottom of their shoe. Except one person: Phil Lester.

Warnings: Non-con/dubcon, later consensual sex, mentions of depression and low self-esteem, references to ocd, references to ptsd

A/N: this chapter is a bit of an info dump, but dont worry bc u get 2 chapters this week so it makes up for it c:

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Dan throws his bag onto the floor. He flops onto the bed, burying his face into his pillows.

He hasn’t been able to wipe the damn grin off his face all day, and even now he’s smiling into his pillows. His stomach has been constantly turning and churning in the best kind of way, and his legs feel like jelly every single time his mind wanders to thoughts of Phil.

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_I don´t mind the rain_|Part IX|

Bucky x Reader[Gender neutral!]

[Part one][Part two][Part three][Part four][Part five][Part six][Part seven] [Part eight]  [Part ten]

Warnings:Fluff, A bit. Worried Reader& Bucky. And Bucky misses the pink umbrella.

2.426 Words

[Stuff is happening, but if I am honest this is mostly a filler chapter , sorry! The next one will get the plot forwards again c:]

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~Sorry for any typos or mistakes~

You looked at Bucky while the wind swept all the raindrops onto your face.
With a small sigh you walked to the bus stop. Looking around a bit you saw that there were some bushes and small trees behind the bus stop , their leaves pressing against the glass.
“Deja vu at its finest.” You said before taking of your wet jacket and sitting down.
“Hey, [y/n]?” Bucky asked while sitting down to your right, you answered with a short hum
“When does the bus come here?”
“In- I can’t believe it. In an hour.”
You grinned at the ridicoulousness of all this and leaned your head back against the glass. Bucky stretched his legs a bit. A few people walked past the small bus stop, most with umbrellas but there were also a few who were running to get out of the rain and wind.

As you saw lightning in the sky you noticed how close the thunderstorm already was. The thunder itself followed soon, the sound then slowly fading away.
“We should change clothes at some point. We both smell like old water and blood. People can easily recognize us also…”
You looked to your side as you heard Buckys voice, and you knew he was right.
“But where? We don´t have money…Snatching some waffles from an old guy and stealing clothes in a monitored shop are two very different things..”
“I know, I am already thinking about what we could do, but I don’t have any ideas right now..”
“Me neither…”
You jumped a bit as you saw lightning again, out of the corner of your eye.
“Scared?” Bucky asked, his voice a mix of amusement and genuine worry.
“I wouldn’t say scared, just had some bad experiences..”
Bucky nodded before turning away from you again, looking around a bit.
You turned away also, just looking at the ground in front of you. There was on question in your mind for a few hours now, but you did not know if it would be wise to ask it.
Biting you lip, you decided it was now or never.

“What happened there earlier? On the scaffolding, I mean..” You asked as you kept looking at the ground “ I saw you fighting before, at the bridge and in the hospital room. Your movements and reflexes are so fast, it is nearly unhuman…”
Bucky felt his breath hitch for a moment, but he let you continue and just listened to your voice.
“It is just, I saw you fight hand to hand already- I am just wondering how they could injure you so easily?”
His answer came immediately.
“I was distracted.”
This made you raise your eyebrows a bit. The fact that he answered so fast, nearly made it sound like a lie. But you were pretty sure he would not lie about that, or?
“Distracted? by what-”
And then it hit you.
“Oh-..Oh my god, Bucky, was it my fault?”
Your voice was unsure as you asked that, and you were nearly afraid to know the answer.
´I knew I shouldn´t have run around like that up there, I didn´t think this through!´
Bucky just turned his head to you, blinking a few times before he just looked back at the street.
“It had nothing to do with you,ok?”
His voice had that weird tone again, that tone that made your stomach painfully turn into a knot.
While you just stared at him, or more exactly his hair that was hiding his face, Bucky was lost in his thoughts again.

It had something to do with you.
He heard the steps behind him at one point and was wondering who it was, and if you were ok.
Bucky did not know if you would be alright on your own, against a trained killer and also with your injury…
But before he could sort out his thoughts again, it was too late.

Minutes later the wind started to turn into a storm and the rain turned to downpour.
The small roof of the bus stop was not really doing much either now.
A few times you had to be careful not to get hit by a piece of wood or a carton.
“Bucky, I think we are stuck here…”
“Hopefully not for too long.”
“The rain isn´t even that bad, I think. It is the wind.”
“We have to be careful if we leave, I don’t want to get hit by a tree.”
“But we need to get away from here again, we can’t just stay here for so long…”

He looked at you for a moment, before nodding while running a hand through his hair.
You really hoped this day was over soon…
You were thirsty, still hungry and felt really uncomfortable in your clothes…
“[y/n]? We should go.”
Looking to your right, you saw Bucky standing up and stretch his neck a bit.
With a sigh you grabbed your jacket,pulled it on again and started to stand up too.
“Shall we?”
You said as you waved a mocking hand into the general direction of the street, making Bucky roll his eyes.
Together you walked away from the small bus stop that was hiding you rom the wind and rain.
You immediately felt the rain against the skin as the wind hit you. Not being able to look up for long, you kept looking at the ground most of the time.
Bucky walked next to you with his hands in his pockets,his hair finally staying out of his face, thanks to the strong wind.
You could still hear thunder now and then but it wasnt that loud anymore. The sky was still a dark shade of grey, the bright sun from earlier hidden behind all the clouds.
Letting out a huff, you held up a hand and shielded your eyes a bit, so you could see what was in front of you.
And what you clearly saw was a car speeding towards you.

Nearly at the same time you and Bucky reached for each other.
While you tried to push him away,he grabbed your forearms and pulled you with him.
As you lost your footing on the wet ground, Bucky pulled you away from the street.
In one movement he reached around your upper body and turned the both of you around, pushing the both of you against the wall of the house behind you.
You felt the air leave your lungs as you hit the hard stone with your back.
Bucky stood in front of you, his arm still around you.
He pulled you down with him,making you fall to the ground while he kneeled in front of you. Your right hand was still gripping his right upper arm.
While Bucky was trying to make the two of you as small as possible, you both just closed your eyes, waiting.
You tensed as you heard the car hit something, but both of you were relieved as you noticed that you were unharmed.
Bucky turned his ead to the side, looking at the wreckage.
It was a grey ford that had hit a house only a few meters away.By the looks of it, nobody could have survived that crash.
After a few seconds he turned back to you.
“Are you alright?”

You opened your eyes and looked up at him,seeing his expression of was full of concern.
The feeling of you heart pounding in your chest was the only thing you felt for a moment, before you slowly nodded wordless.
Buckys arm slowly let you go and he stood up,wincing.
“Are you alright? Bucky?”
He looked down at you, before muttering out an :
“I am ok, yes.”
He held out a hand to you and helped you up.
With one pull you stood on your feet again.
You both turned to the side to see the damage of the car.
Slowly and careful you walked to the wreckage of the grey ford.
The front was completely destructed from the impact and the windshield was shattered.
Your eyes widened as you saw a person sitting behind the steering wheel,their head laying on the flat airbag.
Getting closer you noticed that it was a women with short brown hair. Blood was dripping from her head and out of her mouth and nose.
The good part of your soul screamed ´Help her !´ but the other part repeated ´Get away
“What do we do…?”
Bucky did not answer you, but he walked closer to the car before opening the door.
With his right hand he reached for the women, searching for a pulse.

You walked up behind Bucky, looking inside of the car through the back seat window.
The only thing you saw was a dark brown laying there.
With furrowed brows you opened the door, with a bit of struggle.
You leaned forwards and opened the bag, but what you saw was not what you had expected.
“[y/n] I don´t think there is anything we can do-”
“Bucky, is this a-?!”
As the both of you started to talk at the same time, you looked at each other.
Bucky saw your distressed face and immediately walked over to you.
Standing next to you now, he could easily see what had you panicking.
“Yes.Yes that is a bom-.”

Bucky did not get to finish his sentence, as you grabbed him and pulled him along. You were running down the street as fast as you could, Bucky now next to you.
As you were nearly at the corner, you heard the explosion behind you and shortly after  that you felt the shock wave.
This time it was you who pushed him around the corner, hiding behind a house.
You stumbled a bit as you rushed around the house and lost your balance, falling to the ground.
Bucky helped you up again, and you kept running.  
Only after you were a few streets away you stopped to breathe.
“They know where we are.They-They found us again! And now they are ready to go on suicide missions to get us?!”
You were out of breath and tried to fill your lungs with as much oxygen as possible.
“ I did not expect that they would find us so soon.”
“Neither did I ! Hell, I thought we would reach the house without anything like this happening but, seems like I was pretty wrong….
No, but seriously now… We have to get away from here, soon, don’t you think?”
“Would probably be a good idea.” Bucky began as he looked around for moment.“ Can you walk?”
“Yes, yes of course I can walk.”
“Good, come on.”

Again, you two started to walk through the rain and while Bucky never thought he would miss that weird pink umbrella, he really did at that point.
You started too walk faster as you heard police sirens coming your way.Both you and Bucky looked at the ground as the car drove past you, and both let out a sigh as it disappeared around a corner.
A few minutes later the wind was not as harsh anymore and you could look up again without the rain hitting you in the face.
On that part of the side-walk was so much water, you were basically walking through one big puddle. You felt your feet get wet and shivered.
Groaning, you slowed down a bit as you felt the wound in your leg starting to hurt again.
´Well, so much for painkiller magic.´
You turned to Bucky,looking at him, before answering.
“My leg.”
“Is it bad?”
“I will live…”

After that short exchange, Bucky kept glancing at you. You were limping again and sometimes had to stop for a moment when the pain got to bad again.
Every street light or sign was heaven-sent in your eyes. You leaned against all of them while walking, feeling the pressure on your wound lessen a bit.
Your right leg grew tired after some time and you stopped again,looking to your right.
Noticing that Bucky wasn´t there anymore you panicked a bit.
A bit much.
Before you could open your mouth,you felt someone grab your left wrist.
Turning  back you saw Bucky next to you again. He laid your arm around his shoulders and grabbed around you with his right arm.
As you just continued staring at him he raised an eyebrow:
“You are staring.”
“Oh,sorry…” You apologized quickly,but then added:“ But what about your shoulder? I can´t just lean on your wound-!”
“Don´t worry. It wont make it worse, but if you keep walking, your leg will.”
He turned his head away again, looking forward.
As he started walking again,you felt how different it was. Bucky was your personal street sign now.
And he was way more comfortable than an actual sign, too.

Whenever  Bucky looked at you,his hair would brush your face making you try to brush it away. And you did, but you also hit Bucky in the face every time.
At one point you moved your leg a bit to abrupt and felt yourself fall as the pain suddenly worsened ten fold.
Bucky quickly grabbed your hand that slipped from his shoulder and his hand around your waist tightened a bit, so he kept you from falling.
“Thank you,I don´t know what I did, but I will try to not do it again.”
He grinned a bit at your words, but he also grew a bit worried as he heard how tired you sounded. You needed a break, soon.
“How long until we reach the house?”
You didn’t hear most of Buckys question, but after you filled in the spaces in your mind, you could say:
“A few minutes…We should be there soon. See that crane over there? If we reach that, we are nearly there..”
Bucky nodded as he saw the yellow crane over the rooftops.
He looked at you as he felt you suddenly stop, and gasped when you fell to the side.
With both arms holding you right now, Bucky could clearly see that you lost consciousness.

´Just hold on a few days more [y/n], I will get you home again. I promise.´

And~ Done for now :D I hope you guys enjoy this..thing.

Thanks for reading c:

I would really like to see more interaction between Foggy and Claire.

In a lot of ways they’re so similar. They’re both extremely good at their jobs (and are extremely underpaid and under-appreciated- Foggy less so now, though), they want to help people and they believe in justice, just not to the point it could kill you. They both are people Matt grew to trust very quickly to the point he’s willing to put his life in their hands. They both know of Matt’s identity and deal with his issues.

And they both won’t be able to get out even if they wanted to. Sure, now Nelson & Murdock is finished and Claire quit her job, but she’s still the Night Shift Nurse for the local vigilantes and she still feels it’s her duty to help people. And Foggy got in too deep already when he took the Fisk case and he knows who Daredevil is and, despite everything, he still cares about Matt and Karen too much to cut them out of his life. And I want to believe he still believes he should use his job to do good, not just serve the rich and powerful.

I just imagine them meeting up again and it could be so wonderful. I know they had very few interactions so far but honestly their scenes together were great. Foggy initially sort of saw Claire as yet another notch on Matt’s bedpost, and Claire saw Foggy as Matt’s #2 who also sees her only as a tool to use when Matt gets hurt. But very quickly they realize there’s so much more in each other? They both realize they’re people who genuinely care- about Matt, about people, about helping. And now that Foggy is making some good money and Claire seems to be on her way to becoming the vigilante nurse full time, I can see them helping each other out. Foggy taking all this money he’d always wanted and instead of spending it on himself, he helps Claire in any way he can. Claire updating Foggy on Matt’s situation and aiming him to the right path in certain cases that involve vigilantes. Foggy dropping by occasionally and, when recognizes that Claire is tired and overworked and a little too sick of all the blood and gore and death, he takes her out to eat and makes sure she sleeps like he’d do to Matt.

And both of them talking about the latest stupid thing Matt did over take out and the conversation slips into personal stuff and they grow closer and… I really want that to happen.

Claire and Foggy.

The awesome, caring, smart and talented duo. 

  • Okay just. Random further thoughts:
  • This episode had a distinct lack of Melissa McCall and that is my one beef
  • oh my god the Stilinskis continue to be perfect. Just. I want an hour of nothing but the Sheriff being tired and confused and just DONE with everything supernatural
  • and Stiles casually dropping more hints of his sexy times
  • I never actually have to even SEE it I just want him to be in the locker rooms complaining about the rope burns on his wrists or the way Malia keeps hogging the blankets or something aaaaaah
  • and Lydia and Kira becoming tentative friiiieeeends because no one will ever ever ever replace Allison but Lydia needs someone to ladybro with and thank god for Kira and Malia being genuinely KICK ASS LADIES
  • And Peter and Kate continue to be god awful characters but Ian and Jill play them SO WELL AAAUGH