#apprecation week

[nikki-rook]

Caskett Appreciation Week 2023 - Favorite Quote

[berryblu-soda]

hiiii update on the assignment incident!!!!*deep inhale*

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another successful act of hubris!!! ya girl is still in uni :D!!!! <- straight up couldnt graduate if i didnt pass that course fhndhshfsgdh

still recovering from the idk how many all nighters 24/7 nonsense, so srry i havent replied to like...anything yet o(-( (love yall <3<3<3) but uhh yeah, thought i should give yall an update seeing as how i dramatically complained on here throughout the entire ordeal-

[ghoulelegy]

Take me back to the night we met

Ghoulette Appreciation week 3

Thank you @jesusbutbetterrr for the promptlist and thank you once again @jimothybarnes for being a wonderful friend and beta reader

Lazy Sunday / First Ritual

Mist x Aurora

"So, Rory, finding your place well, then yah?" Mist speaks cooly as she cracks a couple of eggs into a bowl.

"Yeah! I am! Can you make me some of what....whatever you're making?" Aurora pleaded with the water ghoulette, the strands of her hair kissed with the borealis itself, flowed around her face.

"Scrambled eggs? Nah. Mine never come out great. You're better off making them yourself" Mist responded rather backhandedly.

"Oh no, I'm sure you're a wonderful chef" Aurora pleaded with the water ghoulette.

"Not in a million years, princess" Mist remarked, her eyes, while blue like the stone-cold ocean, were filled with a surprising warmth.

"Uhh, can you not call me that" was Rory's response, which took Mist by surprise.

"Yeah my bad, sorry" Mist continued to speak.

"It's perfectly fine" Aurora smiles at the water ghoulette "I can help you with the scrambled eggs?"

"Only if you give me a kiss" Mist continued to tease.

"Oh now you're just being pathetic" Aurora replied, but not before adding a "so where do you want it? Cheek? Forehead? Lips?"

"Cheek works" Mist laughed

Mist's eyes gleamed mischievously as she handed Aurora a whisk, their fingers briefly brushing against each other. "Alright then, let's see if we can whip up some magic in these eggs," Mist remarked, the cozy Sunday morning unfolding with shared laughter and the enticing aroma of breakfast ingredients filling the air.

Aurora eagerly took the whisk, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "Magic it is! I hope you're ready to witness my legendary egg-beating skills," she teased, playfully nudging Mist.

Mist chuckled, a hint of warmth in her gaze. "I'll be the judge of that, newbie. Just don't blame me if the eggs rebel against your so-called legendary skills."

"So, Rory," Mist began, breaking the comfortable silence, "tell me more about yourself. How's life as a newbie in this spectral realm treating you?"

Aurora smiled, her movements graceful as she cracked eggs into the bowl. "It's been quite the journey, Mist. Everything is so different, yet strangely familiar. Finding my place, as you put it, has been an adventure of its own."

As Aurora observed Mist whisk the eggs, a spark glimmered in her eye "Not everyone adapts to the spectral realm with such grace."

Aurora blushed at the unexpected compliment, her attention momentarily diverted from the eggs. "Well, having a seasoned ghoulette like you as my guide certainly makes it easier."

Mist smirked, a playful glint in her eye. "Seasoned, huh? I'll take that as a compliment. Now, back to these eggs. Give them a good whisk, and let's see if your legendary skills can handle it."

"So...how was your first ritual, Rory?" Mist continued to ask, her voice soft and cool.

Aurora's eyes sparkled with excitement as she shared her experience. "It was spectacular! The lights, the people! The way I danced with the others!!" Her enthusiasm echoed through her words, conveying the exhilaration of a night filled with vibrant energy.

Mist listened attentively, a genuine smile forming on her face. "Sounds like you had quite the time. Dancing with the spectral crowd, huh? Not bad for a newbie."

Aurora nodded, her movements animated as she recalled the moments. "The lights were like a mesmerizing kaleidoscope, and the music—oh, Mist, it was like nothing I've ever heard before. I felt so alive, like I truly belonged."

Mist's gaze softened, understanding the significance of such moments in the spectral realm. "It's moments like these that make this realm special. There's a certain magic in the way we connect with the energy around us."

"Exactly!" Aurora exclaimed. "And the best part was feeling a sense of unity with everyone. No judgments, just pure, unbridled joy."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it!" Mist replied, with a smile on her face.

"What about you Mist? What was your first ritual like then?"

"Well...." Mist paused, her voice losing that sense of coolness she so boldly established. "To be honest, it was...kind of weird?"

"Weird? How so?" Aurora pondered, her eyes gazing into that of Mist, as she caught Mist turn away.

"I thought I was this fearless, unbeatable force. But my first ritual taught me humility. I stumbled, got disoriented in the ritual and, well, let's just say, I tripped over my own feet. Thankfully no one filmed me....I think."

"Are you...blushing?" Aurora asked, as she saw Mist turn red.

"Am not!"

"You are! Aww, you softie, Mist!"

Mist rolled her eyes, a reluctant smile breaking through her stoic facade. "Fine, maybe a little. But let's keep this between us, alright?"

Aurora grinned, enjoying the rare moment of seeing Mist's tough exterior crumble. "Give me a kiss first"

Mist's tough exterior melted into a soft smile as she shook her head, a chuckle escaping her. "You really know how to push my buttons, don't you?" she remarked, leaning in to give Aurora a gentle kiss on the lips, their laughter lingering in the air.

Aurora felt goosebumps dance around her body when Mist pressed her lips to hers. She closed her eyes, and smiled softly. The aroma of scrambled eggs wafted through the air, becoming a metaphorical backdrop to the evolving narrative of their connection. With each word and shared glance, the kitchen transformed into a space where the mundane and the extraordinary coexisted harmoniously.

"Wow, that was...something." Aurora finally spoke, as blush formed on her dancing freckles on her face. She held a soft smile on her lips, as she looked at Mist.

Aurora's playful comment lingered in the air as Mist blinked in surprise. "Wow, that was...something," Aurora finally spoke, a blush forming on the dancing freckles adorning her face. She held a soft smile on her lips, her gaze fixed on Mist.

"What?" Mist asked, cocking her head in a slightly puzzled manner.

"You're a good kisser."

"Aw, fuck."

Aurora chuckled, amused by Mist's reaction. "What's wrong, Mist?"

"Burnt the scrambled eggs," Mist admitted with a resigned sigh, gesturing toward the stovetop where the forgotten eggs had taken on a slightly crispy hue.

Aurora burst into laughter. "Well, I guess every culinary masterpiece has its sacrifices. At least the kiss was worth it."

Mist rolled her eyes, a grin tugging at the corners of her lips. "Next time, I'll focus on one task at a time. Kisses can wait until after breakfast."

The two of them laughed as they scraped burnt eggs into the dustbin, as they continued to reminisce.

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Mist's eyes widened in surprise as she watched the video, a grin forming on her face. "Love to see it, Rory...wait...is papa wearing...a flower crown in this vid?"

"...YEP! He's so!! Aaaaahh!" Aurora's excitement bubbled over, her eyes reflecting sheer joy.

Mist couldn't help but chuckle as the moving picture of Copia adorned with flowers of all different kinds played on the screen.

"Well, I must say, papa has a flair for the dramatic. Who knew he was a secret flower crown enthusiast? Oh and look! You're...sneaking to dance with Swiss."

"I...did that at a lot."

As Mist and Aurora continued to watch the video, scenes of Aurora sneaking to dance with Swiss unfolded, capturing the genuine moments of connection and joy. Mist couldn't help but smile at the sight of their playful interactions.

"I...did that a lot," Aurora admitted with a bashful grin, her eyes fixed on the screen.

Mist raised an eyebrow playfully. "Looks like you and Swiss were quite the dancing duo. I didn't know you were such a rebel."

Aurora shrugged, still watching the video. "I guess the rhythm of the music just took over. Plus, Swiss is a great dance partner. It was more than I could have ever imagined."

As the video came to an end, Mist and Aurora sat in a shared moment of reflection, the echoes of laughter and dancing playing in the background. The Lazy Sunday continued, but the kitchen held the warmth of memories and newfound connections that transcended the ordinary.

The day quickly turned to night, by the time Mist and Rory finished showing each other videos.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the day seamlessly transitioned into a magical night. The celestial canopy above adorned itself with a myriad of stars, each sparkling like a diamond, while the aurora borealis graced the darkness with ethereal hues, a celestial dance painting the canvas of the realm.

In the midst of this enchanting symphony, Mist and Aurora, their hearts intertwined with the day's shared laughter and videos, embarked on a gentle stroll. Each step resonated with the echoes of their newfound connection, creating a harmonious melody that echoed through the spectral night.

"Mist?" Aurora's voice carried a soft, whimsical tone.

"Yeah?" Mist responded, her gaze filled with the reflective glow of the spectral lights.

"Take me back to the night we met."

With a subtle flourish, Mist conjured the essence of that magical night. The surroundings transformed, and suddenly, Mist and Aurora found themselves standing beneath the celestial spectacle of the night they first crossed paths. The echoes of laughter, the vibrant energy of the first ritual, and the enchanting glow of the spectral lights enveloped them once again, creating a moment suspended in the timeless beauty of the night.

[jakeperalta]

THE HUNGER GAMES APPRECATION WEEK → day 3: favourite mentor/mentee relationship

"Several sets of arms would embrace me. But in the end, the only person I truly want to comfort me is Haymitch, because he loves Peeta, too. I reach out for him and say something like his name and he's there, holding me and patting my back. 'It's okay. It'll be okay, sweetheart.' He sits me on a length of broken marble pillar and keeps an arm around me while I sob."

[rosamundpkes]

STAR WARS APPRECATION WEEK ✦ favourite romantic ship    ↪ Han x Leia

[buggybambi]

nurse cupid | carmen berzatto

claire and carmen used to date. you work under claire, and are now dating carmen. what a fucked up triangle ─ 1.33k cw: fem!reader, she/her pronouns used

Ever since you were young, you knew you wanted to be a nurse. Every career day at school, your answer was the same: "I want to be a nurse and help people!" usually written in yellow crayon.

So, managing to score a job in an ER in Chicago was a dream come true. You loved Chicago and your charge nurse, Claire, was one of your closest friends. Emphasis on was. That was before you and Carmy met.

Carmen Berzatto. The boy you met through Syd, one of your oldest friends. After weeks of back and forth flirting, you and him finally asked for each other's numbers and set up a date, much to Syd's apprecation since all he talked about outside of work was you and if you were stopping in.

Claire only found out about your relationship with Carmy after he insisted taking you to work one particularly snowy morning, leaving you with a goodbye kiss.

That day, she gave you more work then usual. More charts, more patients to watch over and check on, and that was on top of your usual work load. Plus, everytime you asked her a question she gave an exhausted sounding sigh and explained it to you like you were a child, with a condescending tone in her voice.

"Claire." You walk over to her, setting the charts (filled out) down on the desk. "What the hell is your issue with me today? You've been giving me your patients and frankly, your attitude towards me is passive aggressive. If there's something I did, tell me what it is and I can fix it." You request.

Her pager beeps as she hums. "The chief wants to see you." She says, beginning to walk off, and you follow her.

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As soon as you stepped foot into the chief’s office, you knew what was happening. One of the ladies from HR you’d met once before, the chief, and Claire. Sat around a coffee table.

“Hi Y/n. Glad you could join us.” You know that’s HR talk for “glad we summoned you, let’s tell you what you did wrong.”

You sit down, noticing the look Claire gives you. It’s almost a glare.

“Mm. Can I ask what this is about?” You question.

“Well, Claire here has a feeling that you’re trying to shove a personal relationship in her face. I understand you are dating her ex and she just feels that-”

“That you’re basically trying to remind me of what Carmen and I went through. What we once had.” Claire cuts Aileen (the woman from HR) off, tilting her head at you as she waits on a response.

You stare at her, actually letting out a mix of a scoff and a laugh. “I’m sorry? Claire, Carm and you broke up nearly a year ago. Why are you still hooked on him?”

“This isn’t about me. You knew damn well I’d be at work this morning when he dropped you off.” “It was freezing cold! He didn’t want me walking or taking a cold train, so he offered to drive me since it’s on his way to work. He gave me a kiss and I never even brought it up to you.”

“Ladies!” The chief cuts you both off. “Aileen has agreed to investigate this further. Y/n, refraining from engaging with your boyfriend for respect of Claire’s feelings would be best.” He encourages.

You actually have tears in your eyes from the frusturation, your hands shaking from where you sit. "I'm sorry, can you excuse me for a moment?" You ask softly, standing up before they answer and practically running out of the room.

You barely make it out before you hear the office door shut, not by you but by Claire. "Y/n-"

"What the hell did I do to you, huh? Is this because Carmen and you broke up, or maybe because I didn't come running to you asking for your permission before I began dating him? What is it?" You question, throwing your hands in the air before slapping your hands against your side.

"Don't blame me for this. You're the one who had to go and act like a.. like a school girl bitch and put your relationship with him near me." She scolds. The tears you had been fighting back actually start falling at that, as you wipe them quickly. You shake your head, as you push past her and the flood of doctors.

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Cold air be damned, you cross your arms over your chest as you lean against the brick wall outside. Ambulances soar past toward the ER exit, but you don't pay them any attention. It isn't until a familiar car pulls up in front of you that you actually look up.

"Hey, pretty girl. You okay?" Carmen's comforting voice asks, getting out of his car with his coat in hands, putting it over your shoulders. His heart breaks at the sight of your tears, nose red from probably the cold and crying, a frown matching yours.

You bury your face in his neck, only moving it to speak. "Claire saw you drop me off this morning and reported me to human resources. Then called me a school-girl bitch for 'putting our relationship near her'." You answer, your voice soft.

He nods slowly, trying to keep himself calm near you. "Why don't you go get in the car, huh? I'll go grab your stuff from inside." He asks, taking your hands in his. You smile. "Thanks, Carmy. Just behave yourself, please." You request, before climbing into the passenger seat of the car.

He watches to make sure you're safe in the car before he goes inside, fists clenched at his side. Behaving himself was something Carmen had never enjoyed doing, so why would he?

He spots Claire almost immediately, walking over. "Carmen-" She begins.

"Claire. What the fuck is your problem?" He cuts her off, staring at her. "Y/n has done nothing to you. If you're pissed about how we left things, that's fine. But you have zero right to harass my girlfriend over how I’ve moved on. I suggest you do the same.”

He doesn’t wait for a reply, instead making his way up to the chief’s office. Knocking on the door and waiting for the faint "come in", Carmen steps into the office and clears his throat as his jacket hangs off one arm.

“Hi, sir. My name is Carmen Berzatto, I’m-”

“I know who you are, son.” Ed, the chief, says with a nod. “And I know why you’re here. And I’d like to only say this once, so I’d appreciate your listening. Y/n is a fantastic employee as I'm sure she's a fantastic partner. I hate to see that girl crying. So, allow this to be a warning.." Ed stands, circling the desk and sitting on the edge, arms crossed right in front of Carmen.

".. If you hurt her, and I find she comes into work again crying because of you, I will end you. Are we clear?" Ed asks, and Carmen immediately asks. "Yes, sir, thank you." He says.

Carmen made his way back to the car, finding you in the frontseat, staring at the radio. He sets your bag in the backseat, climbing into the passenger's seat. "Your radio is all weird." You mumble.

He laughs, placing a kiss on your head. "I'm sorry about Claire. I should have told you.. I promise I am gonna spend the rest of the day making it up to you." He says.

You smile at him. "As long as I've got you, I don't care, Carmy. It isn't your fault."

He grins. "Well, you've got me for as long as you'll have me."

──

It doesn't shock anyone when you're moved to a different unit a week later, this time one where your boyfriend didn't date the charge nurse that would harass you. At least if they did, Carmy would be there to comfort you.

Like he always is.

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shine on, shine on, my loves!

thank you for reading! please feel free to engage with this post by reblogging, commenting or sliding into my inbox to leave feedback! i appreciate all of you! check out my carmen berzatto masterlist here for more fanfics!

- mae

[midsomermurders]

PERIOD DRAMA APPRECATION WEEK 2023 | Day 2: Favorite Period Drama TV Show | ↪Pride and Prejudice (1995) dir. Simon Langton

[fever-dreamer97]

Kirishima: Hey, what you doing man?

Kaminari: Just looking at apartments for my girl. She asked me to move in with her.

Kirishima:…Oh, that’s very fast. Didn’t you two just start going out?

Kaminari: Look, if you have an issue with it. Just tell me.

Kirishima: Haha, what are you talking about man? Do whatever you want.

Kaminari: Thanks! I really apprec-

Kirishima, suddenly holds Kaminari down: CAW! CAW! CAW!

Kaminari: What are you doing, bro?!

Sero, runs into the room: HOW FAR?!

Kirishima: MOVING IN TOGETHER AFTER THREE WEEKS!

Bakugo, runs in with handcuffs: THREE WEEKS?! HELL NO, IDIOT! HOLD HIM DOWN!

Kaminari, being held down by Sero and Kirishima: AHHH!

[blueberrypancakesworld]

The nurse and the nerd

Charlie Walker x fem!reader

warning : +18, handjob, kissing, implied drug use (medications), mentioning of wounds, no use of Y/n, minor degradation

Summary : After Ghostface had struck Jill dead in the hospital again by the heroine Sidney. But Charlie Walker, the second killer, has survived and is now in an asylum where he has a special relationship with a certain nurse…with even more special treatments

Info : Yeah back with Charlie I missed writting for the film nerd and thought hey what if...so yeah have fun reading and hope you like it ;)

masterlist

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It was another massacre that struck the small town. Another night of murders that made everyone afraid, another night when the nightmare vans had to drive to a certain house. A night in which Ghostface was caught because he wasn't stabbed too hard. A fact that his accomplice would not live to see because she died at the legendary hands of Sidney, or so the news said.

Either way, it was the talk of the nightmares that were also running in the nurses' room of the prison…for weeks nothing else seemed to have taken hold of the boring little town, not that she was complaining but it was becoming such a hustle and bustle that it was almost too much.

,,It's a murder I mean murders and it's almost like the presidential election who's where and what" she said and heard the smirk of her superior who had been here for a while and had already noticed the Ghostface's first act. ,,Well, nothing else happens in Woodsboro and so we have a little celebrity here," she said, pointing to the room at the end of the corridor with the special patient.

He alone had already cost the Asylum a few break-out attempts and, above all, appointments with the press. She herself could hardly cope with the reporters' floodlights when she had to stand next to him.

That smile on his lips, confident and above all on her face…yes, she had read the interviews and he had almost gone a little too far. But she knew that the further she stood around, the longer it would take them to get home.

With a sigh, she took the silver tray on which the medication and bandages were lying before she said goodbye to her colleague with a ,,You can do it, ask for an autograph!", which was returned with a shake of the head before she left the nurses' room and went to her little darling. Knocking on the door and looking round one last time, she heard the almost cheerful ,,Come in" before she went into the room with the sign with Charlie Walker's name on it.

As always, she found him lying on the bed even though she was sure he was walking around, she had seen him walking around often enough, seen him doing other activities…special activities.

Yet he looked so innocent, not like a murderer, like a simple nerd. The long brown curly hair gently combed by him under her watch, the blue eyes that were still on her had never left her. The loose clothes, the white shirt that looked too big and the sweatpants that matched the grey socks.

,,You're back, my angel," he said, leaning forward slightly and making a pained face as if he was going to be stabbed again. But she shrugged it off with a roll of her eyes and put the tray on the white bedside table as she sat her down by his bed. ,,Oh, our little star is in need of help," she murmured, taking the newspaper from his lap and seeing that he had opened the interview.

His face, contorted with pain, showed a slight shame as she began to read through the interview. ,,Especially my personal nurse who takes such good care of me and looks after me, I really appreciate her," she read his last sentence and couldn't help but laugh reproachfully at his flattery and lies.

Rising from the bed, she set the paper down on the bedside table before grabbing the bandages and pulling his shirt off his torso without waiting. ,,Don't be so hasty, darling," Charlie began, but was interrupted when she pressed on the not yet fully healed cut and made him open up.

,,You appreciate me Charlie? I know you do but if this is how it's going to be I'm going to be transferred…it has to stay a secret understand?" she asked ignoring his pleading look to touch him more gently as she pressed a little harder on the wound and the gasp turned into a pained moan.

,,Yes-yes, of course, I'm just grateful," he said hastily and relaxed when she took the pressure off him and continued with her work. Her hands ran gently over his skin, cool, slightly rough hands from working with people. Rough hands like his hands that had once held a knife. Hands that now walked slowly to her, holding onto her like a helpless victim.

Yet they both knew that he was not a victim, he was the perpetrator who was now helplessly injured in the asylum and under her mercy. She ignored his hands and began to tend to his wound actually carefully and somehow lovingly at the end of the day she was not only paid for it maybe she liked it, maybe it was a mutual attraction.

His need for her and her care that was almost taken up by the younger one. Fortunately, the stitches were not fatal, he was given pills for the pain, to sleep and when he was exercising, but otherwise he was fine.

So well that she knew where this meeting would go again when she saw his gaze avoid hers once more, her gentle touch something he did not deserve. Kirby had only ever played with him, the stupid bitch had to die for it, it was that simple, but she was his pretty nurse, she was good to him.

Didn't see him as a loose cannon and looked after him almost like a mother, while she was just the right amount of strict. ,,What are you daydreaming about Charlie?" she mumbled to him, seeing him flinch as if she had caught him doing something when he tried to sit up slightly, but her hand came to rest on his middle. She wasn't stupid, of course, she had seen him look at her in shock, almost holding his breath, a wince going through his hips and legs several times.

He was a little sucker for pain, even if he didn't want to admit it. ,,Nothing…I really don't…only your care is so good," he stammered, his blue eyes darting around and repeatedly lingering on the bust of her body pressed against the white fabric of her uniform.

The white trousers that framed her behind and his gaze always rested on them when she turned round, her hips framed by the white shirt on which he would so like to lay his hands.

He had fallen for the angel in the white dress, his sweet nurse who treated him so well. He barely noticed how his cock began to show through his jogging bottoms as her fingers slowly closed around his hardness and she leaned towards him.

Her smell surrounded him as he moved his hips with a whimper, trying to get more friction as she held him out. ,,I'm good so good for you, aren't I?" she asked, whispering the words to him as he nodded his head into the pillow, begging her to kiss him.

Briefly sloppy and rewarding as she began to stroke his cock. Sensing how needy he was even though they had done this several times, he never seemed to get enough of her.

She knew that anyone could come into the room but where would the fun be if they didn't? ,,You know you deserve it all, don't you? The pain, the stalling…a naive virgin," she chided as she ran her other hand over his body, squeezing the wound lightly again, his groan louder than before as he thrust against her, trying to get more of that feeling.

,,Y-yes I deserve…it all ma'm all" he mumbled chuckling his head moving back and forth into the pillow praying her words and amusement made his cheeks redden.

He continued to cling to her with his hands, his pleading and begging more interrupted only now and then by her kisses that stifled his whimpering pathetic noises.

His moans and whimpers filled the room with shameless noises, the almost wet squeaking coming from his cock, the precum running out of the tip in single drops every time she ran her thumb over the sensitive tip, squeezing it slightly and making it twitch again.

The space when they were together seemed to get smaller just the two of them. An unfortunate murderer rubbing against her like a writhing worm not a picture of a poor murderer being deceived.

He was the scum of society, a thought that had often crossed his mind as often as he served, his pretty blue eyes releasing those tears.

Kissing away his tears, taking away his pain from her before she got tired of his pleading. ,,I'll let you come if you don't open your sweet little mouth like that in public," she demanded, watching his foggy mind try to make sense of her words. His puffy lips red from the kisses and his biting on them to stifle the embarrassed noises.

,,Yes-yes-yes please…I'll be quiet…I promise," he mumbled, barely able to contain himself as his partner watched this for a few more moments before she let him come, picking up the pace one last time and pressing her other hand to his mouth. Stifling a loud moan, he felt the last twitching movements go through his body as his body stilled and she took her hands off him.

Watching him close his eyes, his chest rose and fell and he relaxed as she cleared her throat, ,,Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked, holding out the cum-stained liquid on her hand. He might be cute, amorous and sweetly pathetic but in the end he was a murderer, a patient under her over whom she had power.

Like a good eared boy, he wouldn't get out of here without her and as he looked at her with a pleasurable, perversely flashing look before licking her hand.

Her praise for him was pleasure she knew that if she continued this game he would not only be hard again but he would also beg to kneel in front of her, leaning between her thighs. ,,If only the press knew what kind of murderer you are," she said as she gathered her things and saw how the words must have struck the right chords in his head.

He probably swallowed hard as he imagined her giving interviews on camera while he knelt before her. He was getting love and part of a film epic.

She fixed the things on the silver tray before giving him one last kiss on the forehead, knowing that when the door closed behind her, those ominous noises would come from his cell again until she started her next shift…her next shift to take care of her good boy and not a murderer.

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@icarus-star , @roryculkinsgf , @angelsanarchy , @ria-coolgirl , @sl4sh3rfuck3r , @eddie-munsons-mommy

[separatist-apologist]

Okay you know what? This is the only good post you've made.

HAPPY DAY 3 OF MB APPRECIATION MONTH!

Today we're sharing a fun piece of @separatist-apologist trivia! Do you know what MB's favorite drink is? Answer under the cut!

Hint: It's not water

It's Stella Artois!!

[perioddramasource]

"Many of the lost will be found, eventually, dead or alive. Disappearances, after all, have explanations."

PERIOD DRAMA APPRECATION WEEK 2023 | Day 2: Favorite Period Drama TV Show | ↳ Outlander [2014-]

[wol-fica]

-𝔹𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕤-

parings - wednesdayaddams x fem!reader

summary - You and Wednesday finally move in together after your wedding a few weeks prior; chaos ensues

warnings - fluff!! Such a lovey couple <3

an - aim was to write an older wednesday in her 20’s who has matured her emotions much more.

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July 13th, 2023

“Oh, yeah that bed goes into the guest bedroom.” You said, pointing up the stairs for the furniture worker.

It was a wonderful summer day, two weeks after you had officially tied the knot with your beloved girl. The wedding was everything you had wished and worked for, it was perfect.

Wednesday was not one to wear white, hence why she was decked out in a stunning spider-webbed black dress that hugged her curves perfectly. She was absolutely breathtaking when she descended down the aisle towards you, she encapsulated your heart and soul, and you didn’t give a damn.

“Y/N.” Your name was softly called from the direction of the kitchen, snapping you out of your memory.

“Coming!” You replied, hurrying down from the second floor to the first.

You made your way past the living room, it’s large windows looking out into the fog-coated valley that lay below your over-the-cliff mansion. Your wife insisted on having a large expanse to live in as she had much money to spend and wanted your lives to be as relaxed and luxurious as possible. After passing the walk in pantry and the two full bathrooms by the entrance, you finally entered the kitchen.

There, leaned up against the kitchen island, was your exceedingly beautiful partner in her horrifyingly perfect state. She was dressed in black ripped jeans, some black combat boots, and a large white and black stripped hoodie that made her look incredibly pocket sized.

You smiled before sliding up next to her, your arm snaking around her waist as you looked down to see what she was looking at.

“Some decor?” You questioned, picking up a framed photo of the two of you when you were at Nevermore together.

“Maybe.” Wednesday replied, turning her face up so she could press a kiss to your jaw, “I’m stuck if we should hang them or just set them on tables and shelves.”

You pondered for a moment, glancing around at your bare walls.

“Either way works for me.”

“I requested you for a decision, not to be unhelpful.”

You chuckled, pressing your nose into Wednesday’s cheek. She smelled forestry, like hickory and pine, and felt oh so soft. One of the many things you would never take for granted was being able to hold her.

“Well my raven, decor IS your expertise.” You murmured, leaving a kiss against her freckled skin.

“Mhm.” Wednesday hummed, staring at a few different photos as she decided what to do with them.

Your phone buzzed, causing you to pull back slightly to see who messaged you. A number you didn’t recognize popped up with the words ‘Your food has been delivered’

“Ah, escargot has arrived.” You said as you pulled away from her to retrieve the food.

After a quick thanks to the doordash person and waving to a neighbor, you hurried back to your wife so she could have her snail cuisine.

“Here ya go my raven.” You said, setting the bag down on the counter and giving her cheek another kiss.

“Thank you cara mía.” Wednesday replied as she pulled out two containers, handing one to you after inspecting it, “Your fried bird.”

“Chicken Tenders, my love.” You corrected, popping the lid to devour your favorite food in the world.

As soon as the breaded meat hit your tongue, your eyes rolled back in satisfaction, a small moan leaving your lips.

“If a piece of junk food can make you feel so good then maybe I’m pointless in bed.” Wednesday quipped as she gracefully ate her escargot.

“Now now, don’t be petty.” You said, waving a curly fry at her, “My chicken will never replace my love for the wonder that you are.”

She rolled her eyes, a blush coating her cheeks as she attempted to ignore your flirting. Ever since she fell for met you, you would always have a way to make her feel so loved and appreciated. Originally she hated it, but after a few months of dating you she got used to enjoying it.

“Eat.” She commanded, waving her fork at you in a threatening manner.

You scoffed playfully but complied, stuffing a tender into your mouth just as a bewildered looking mover walked in. He was holding a box labeled ‘Guillotine Test Subjects’ in his hands, which made you start to silently choke on your food after you laughed.

“Uhm, I’m not sure where this should go..” He said, looking at Wednesday with apprehension.

“Second floor, third door on your right. You will see the electric chair in there.” She said, whacking your back with her hand so the food would dislodge in your throat.

“Ah…of course.” He mumbled before hurrying off with a concerned look on his face.

“Stop dying without my permission.” She directed towards you before moving to throw her trash in the garbage.

You coughed, clutching your throat whilst breathing heavily. A hand snaked around your jaw to pull your face upwards for Wednesday’s inspection.

“You’ll be fine.” She noted before giving you a deep kiss on the lips and heading towards the living room to help with furniture placement.

“I sure will be.” You mumbled in daze as you watched her go, a love-drunk smile on your face.

Being married was a blessing, especially since you got to be with the one you pledged with in highschool to die with. You would do anything for her; kill for her, die for her.

Either way, what bliss.

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my first fanfic here... feel free to correct my mistakes or you can just say what i can do more for these to be better!

Summary: This takes place in season 4, prison era (my personal favorite) there is this new girl which Rick and Daryl have taken into prison as a survivor but Daryl can't really stand her and dang a broken fence cuts her upper front thigh (rectus femories to be exact I had to examine an anatomy pic for this one😭) and Daryl has to clean it!! But our girl has surgery scars from when she was a kid. It catches Daryl's attention. Idk I'm making it quite obvious that I'm such an amateur in this. It's a first person narration fanfic

I was lying on my bed under the dim light of a kerosene oil lamp Maggie had given me earlier that day. I was sighing deeply now and then, getting more and more bored with each passing second. Having to put a stupidly looking smile on my face everytime someone would pass infront of my cell. I could feel my hands feeling more and more sweaty in the humid of Georgia summer, yet I kept them crossed on my lap.

I was stupid enough to not check my surrondings when I was aimlessly walking into the gates of the prison after a run I was sent to with a couple of others in the camp. A fence cut the upper front of my thigh, not deep enough to leave me all screaming and whining, I thought. I let out a small soft moan at the pain of it, but I was the last one to pass through the gates. Nobody saw it bleeding. I covered it with the hems of my shorts, my shorts immediatly being colored with my blood. I ran into my cell and tried to bandage it incompetently, which horribly failed.

Carol was the first one to notice how terrible my wound was looking.

"It can get infected" she said with a warm, cautious temper.

"If not cleaned and bandaged properly."

I couldn't help but gasp a little bit at the idea of my wound getting infected in the middle of the apocalpyse. I went through worse wounds than this, except I always had someone to take care of them for me before. I couldn't bear the idea of the others thinking I was dumb enough to get my wound infected within my first week with them.

Carol, Maggie even Hershell have been my saviors so far, cleaning the wound. I could walk, I wasn't handicapped in any aspect but I didn't know how to clean it myself neither.

But there I was, lying in gloom and distress worrying about who was going to be cleaning my wound and I'd have to share a couple of odd minutes with them, both of us trying our hardest to come up with something to say for a small talk.

Carol showed up with necessary utensils on her hands. She had that welcoming, warm and even pleasant smile on her face. I smiled back.

She started lying out the stuff she brought on the nighstand next to my bed.

"Your wound is getting a lot better." She said without looking at me.

"Next time, you get injured; you let us know."

"I will." I said with a subtle undertone of guilt and a mix of apprecation in my voice.

She gestured her body towards the cell door as if she was gonna leave. Before I could even open my mouth, she spoke "Mind Daryl cleaning your wound tonight? I'm needed somewhere else."

By the gestures on her face, the way she said those words I knew Daryl have had to say something about me to this woman, which obviously wasn't all positive. It wasn't a secret that he didn't necessarily love me but I was the one that needed some kind of a simple procedure. I wasn't gonna act like a child, whining and requesting someone else. I simply nodded and waited for this dreadful man to come and do what he was asked for.

Minutes passed like years when he finally showed up at the cell door, looking a bit pissed and constrained. It was obvious he was never asked to do these kind of stuff. He was an important man around; going on runs, finding supplies, the act of service type of guy; working only for the good of his people. He seemed, though, a little bit bewildered as if he had no idea what or how he was going to clean my wound.

He stepped into the cell. I curled the ends of my shorts without him having to ask for it. He checked the utensils Carol laid out on the nighstand minutes ago. He, once again looked bewildered, incompetent. He grabbed some of the utensils on the nightstand, drew the half broken stool to himself and sat on it. He laid some of the stuff on the edge of the bed as he gestured his hands to the blood soaked bandage. Before he could even move his hands towards it, I spoke "I got it."

A soft moan of pain escaped my mouth as I was taking off the bandage, throwing it right into the trash after.

I heard him taking a deep breath and mumbling under his breath

"Shoulda spilled earlier, wouldn't hurt this damn much now."

I frowned at him before starting to study my wound.

"Carol said it's getting better." I said softly, my tone just above a whisper. I didn't feel any energy to spend on talking to this man. He gazed at my wound couple of seconds before grunting "It is."

He took a grey cloth that somehow looked like a deformed gauzed pad out of an aid kit. He poured some kind of alcohol-based liquid on the cloth. He looked at me for a brief moment before speaking under his breath

" 'S ma' hurt. "

"It's fine." I spoke. The alcohol really stings on the bare wound but there was nothing I could do. I bite the inside of my cheek as he started cleaning my wound. It was hurting like hell but I didn't want to whine and come off as "weak" to him. I was worried that I would cause the inside of my cheek to bleed because of how hard I was biting it and how often I have had to start doing it.

I look at him for a brief moment. He couldn't see me looking at him as he leaned forward so that he'd make a better job at cleaning my wound. I could see his bangs falling on his eyebrows and sometimes getting into his eyes which he'd swing his head slightly to get them out of his eye corners. He looked really focused, not talking at all. The others did; asking me where I come from, what I did before all this. It would all be omnious small talks, which I regret thinking they ever were because what this was felt more infuriating.

I kept on staring at him or looking at random places now and then for 30-40 seconds when I noticed him scowling at something he saw on my leg. His expression faded away within 2 or 3 seconds perhaps, I followed his gaze and saw his finger curling the hem of my short a bit more upwards than I did because he needed more space to work on my wound. There they were, the scars from the surgeries I had as a kid. I knew he wasn't the type to ask when or why I had those but now my scars had my attention as well as they got his. He was still working on the area and his finger was still on the edge of my shorts so it wouldn't fall on where he was cleaning. I noticed he avoided touching them. I was feeling hotter and more distressed each passing second. I assumed questions were pondering his head because my scars were relatively long scars. At the end, I decided to speak. I cleared my throat lightly. Somebody had to end this awkwardness.

"Surgery scars." I spoke

"I had 'em when I was 5 and 6."

Our gazes met, he seemed as if he was contemplating whether or not to stay silent. His blue eyes were almost piercing and I couldn't help but feel hotter than I felt before. I felt his hand falling on my upper leg lightly.

" 'S fine. "

That was it. That's all he had to stay. He broke the eye contact immediatly after. He went back to getting the job done with my wound.

"Ever thought 'bout gettin' 'em removed?" He grunted.

"No. Never." I huffed under my breath. I sensed that he asked this question only to make conversation and break the oddity wall that was getting thicker every passing second.

"Hmmm." He expressed and kept working on my wound.

"Can't get them removed even if I want to now, can I?"

I spoke with the intention to talk to him more.

" 'S possible if ya can bear the pain." He said I might be wrong but I saw the curl of his lips going upward. It was the first time I saw this man smirk even a little. He got up from the stool, that tiny mischievous snigger was still on his face as my eyes followed his every little move. I was mesmerised as if he has just cast a spell on me. I had a stupid smirk on my face, of course it was subtle to an extent which wouldn't freak him out. I probably smiled for the first time with him ever since I've met him. He placed the tools on the nighstand and turned to me.

"Yea should be al' good if yea keep an eye on yerself a bit."

I nodded. He didn't expect me to say anything and made his way to the cell door.

I got up, sat on the edge of the bed; looking at the fresh bandage he just wrapped around my upper leg. I sighed as I looked at the high narrow window on the wall.

FOOTNOTE

Ok yall that was it. I actually loveeedd writing this eventho we don't get much of a daryl content but idk this is my first time writing in english (as in fanfic, yes i have written in my mother tongue when i was in like middle school.... a guess a writer is always a writer😈😈👿👿😭😭 -corny as fuck) and i feel like writing daryl can get quite out of character for two reasons, first being he's never had a s/o in twd where it was obvious they were dating and we havent seen any "boyfriend" or "flirty daryl" and this man only grew more and more silent each passing episode and season so.....

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