#just watched the two new episodes with my husband and he had to take the remote away because I kept pausing it and theorizing and then

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My reaction whenever anything slightly Doctor Who is mentioned in my general vicinity

[xoxo-sarah]

If the Roles Were Reversed

My Wife part 2

Part 1

↝a/n: I have been given so much love for the first part and I can't express how grateful I am for it. It fills me with so much joy when people express how much they like my work. I have been asked to make a part two and who am I to say no?

↝pairing: season 1!Daryl Dixon x wife!reader

↝warning: season 1 episodes 3 & 4, angst, death, arguing, gore, zombies, typical twd stuff, not proofread, Ed

|| Disclaimer: I do not own Daryl Dixon, or any character from The Walking Dead. I only own y/n and any characters I create with my own brain. ||

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“You can't go, Daryl. Listen to me-” You threw your hands around, watching Daryl pace in front of you. The peaceful expression he once had, when he had reunited with you, was wiped clean off of his face.

He was told the news about Merle and instantly became furious. No matter how much you tried to calm him, it was no use.

His brother was out there. Daryl argued that Merle would be out there looking for him if the roles were reversed.

“Listen, there are too many.” You stepped closer, trying to make him understand, “After the racket everyone made trying to leave, I bet there’s even more now.”

“They left my brother on a roof.” You could tell he was trying his hardest not to yell at you. He was never one to take his anger out on the one person he loves more than anything in the world. He was always gentle with you, just like you deserved.

Sighing, you didn’t know how to counter that. As much as everyone who was waiting on the other side of the R.V wanted you to talk some sense into your husband, Daryl had a point. After all, he had gone out to find you, even against Merle telling him not to.

If it had been Daryl who they had left behind, you would’ve already been in the city, searching. Even if you had to go by yourself, it wouldn’t matter.

None of that changed the fact that it’s dangerous. You couldn’t let him go.

You just got him back.

“He was out of control, you know how he can get. I don’t think they had a choice.” You whispered, trying to convince yourself just as much as him.

Daryl’s nostrils flared, as he tried to calm himself. He didn’t want to lash out on you, he never did. But he was about to break. ���Merle is a prick, but he’s my brother.”

With that, Daryl walked around the R.V, shoulder checking Shane, who looked disappointed that you hadn’t helped de-escalate the situation. Daryl was stubborn, there wasn’t much you could do.

Carol quickly went back to what she was doing, not wanting to seem like she was being nosey. Which didn’t do much considering everyone in the camp was waiting. After the brawl that had happened when Daryl was told about Merle, everyone was interested in how this whole situation would turn out. Everyone else tried hiding their obvious interest as Daryl came into view. You walked behind him, head hung low, defeated and slightly scared.

Daryl walked toward the box truck, ready to leave.

Rick walked over to you, “So?”

“You shook your head, “He’s not gonna change his mind. I tried.”

He nodded in understanding. Lori looked on at the interaction. She had been the one to offer Rick showing Daryl the way to Merle. She was adamant on it, but at the same time mad at him for leaving. It was almost like she was testing him, seeing if he would actually leave his family to be the heroic cop from before. She wanted him to choose her and Carl over ‘the right thing to do’.

Rick cleared his throat, “It’ll be alright,” he nodded fiddling with the gun holster before turning back around.

Glenn backed the box truck closer, Daryl impatiently standing in the back. You walked toward him when the vehicle stopped. He squinted down at you against the beating sun, watching as you climbed into the truck.

“What’re you doin’?”

“Going with you.”

“No.” He shook his head. “Four’s enough.”

You didn’t care if Rick, Glenn, and T-Dog were also going. You had stayed in the city for a while, you knew your way around. Plus, you would be going for a different reason than the rest. They were going for Merle, you were going for Daryl.

“Stay here.” His voice was softer now. Truthfully, he didn’t want anything to happen to you. You were safer at the camp, with people you had grown comfortable with in such a short amount of time. “They’ll need somebody who knows how to hunt for somethin’ to eat. Fish is gonna get old fast.” You cracked a smile at his slight humor at the situation. Still, you didn’t want him to leave.

Daryl stepped closer, bringing you into his arms, his head resting on yours. The stench of sweat, dirt, and god knows what else didn’t bother either of you. He didn’t care that you didn’t smell like the sweet shampoo he loved, and you didn’t care that he didn’t smell like the body wash that you had bought him the last time you had gone to the store, or the cologne you loved.

“Keep an eye on everybody,” He kissed your forehead, mumbling against the skin, as he stayed close. “Don’t let anyone mess with ya.”

“When do I ever?” A smile threatened to make an appearance. But it wasn’t the time. He was worried about his brother.

Rick walked by, casting a glance back at the two of you, nodding. Inhaling deeply, you moved away from Daryl, jumping down from the truck. He sent you one more look before pulling the roll-up doors down. You stood there, listening to the box truck’s engine start. You continued to stand there even after the truck faded into the distance.

-

Dale watched as you fiddled with the rag he had given you to wipe the sweat off your brow. You kept fidgeting; ever since Daryl left.

He was quick to offer you to help him keep watch, but you were elsewhere ever since you climbed onto the roof of the R.V. You were trying, Dale could tell. But he saw the gears turning in your head, greased with the terrible thought of what could happen to your husband. The thought of Daryl always overpowered any other thought.

His greyed eyebrows raised as you shot up from your seat.

“Think i’m gonna go help with the laundry. To keep myself busy.” Dale didn’t say anything, only moving out of your way so you could climb down.

Making your way to the quarry, you focused on the voices in the distance and the sharp rocks under your feet. You walked past Ed, who sat comfortably in the back of the car, smoking while keeping an eye on Carol. He glanced up, taking a drag of his cigarette. Ignoring him, you carefully navigate your way down the rocks toward where Carol, Jacqui, Andrea, and Amy sat.

“Can somebody explain to me how the women wound up doing all the Hattie McDaniel work?” Jacqui grumbled, watching Shane and Carl fail at catching frogs, their laughter echoing.

“The world ended. Didn’t you get the memo?” Amy wrung the water out of a shirt, flicking hair out of her face. Carol glanced back, looking at Ed. She saw you walking toward them. Sending you a small smile. “It’s just the way it is.” Her eyes fell back to her husband.

“Care for some help?” You squinted at the group through the sun beating down into your eyes. Jacqui motioned to a turned over bucket, “Please.” Giving a tightlipped smile, you sat down ,grabbing a scrub brush and a piece of clothing.

The way the women conversated put you at ease. It was familiar. People at the office that you worked at, were exactly like them.

“I do miss my Maytag.” Carol said, scrubbing clothes against the old washboard.

“I miss my Benz, my Sat Nav.” Andrea added.

“I miss my coffeemaker with that dual-drip filter and built-in grinder, honey.” Jacqui smiled.

Amy pouted, “My computer…and texting.”

“I miss my t.v. And wine. Especially after a long day.” You groaned, remembering the days after work; where you would come home, take your shoes off and get wine and a movie ready. Daryl would come home a little later and join you.

Your reminiscing was cut short by Andrea, “I miss my vibrator.”

Stopping your scrubbing, you looked up at her, a surprised chuckle leaving your lips.

“Ohhhhh.” “Oh my God!”

Carol glanced back at Ed, “Me too.”

You laughed harder, along with the others.

“What’s so funny?”

Just like that, the atmosphere was ruined. Ed walked down, instantly taking the joy out of the air.

“Just swapping war stories, Ed,” Andrea looked back at him, before looking over at Carol. “Yeah.”

Ed walked closer. From your spot beside Carol, you could feel Ed looming behind. Carol instinctively folded in on herself, head sinking into her shoulders.

“Problem, Ed?” Andrea glared at him.

“None that concerns you,” He took another puff of his cigarette, “and you ought to focus on your work. This ain’t no comedy club.”

Andrea huffed, plopping the brush in the tin bucket.

“Just trying to make the best out of a bad situation.” You looked at him, face blank. He stared down at you. You waited for him to say something else. Surprisingly he only blew the smoke out, throwing the butt away. He stepped back, lighting another. Rolling your eyes, you turned back to the laundry. Andrea stood, walking toward him.

“Ed, tell you what, you don’t like how your laundry is done, you are welcome to pitch in and do it yourself. Here,” She threw the soaking wet piece of clothing in her hands at him.

He threw it back. Andrea gasped. “Ain't my job, missy.”

Amy stood, wanting to de-escalate the situation. She touched Andrea’s arm, “Andrea, don’t.”

“What is your job, Ed? Sitting on your ass, smoking cigarettes?”

You glanced at Carol, who sat quietly, still working.

“Well, it sure as hell ain’t listening to some uppity smart-mouthed bitch. Tell you what,” He motioned for Carol, who was out of her seat in a second. You grabbed her arm before she could fully stand up. You could see the fear and timidness in her eyes.

“C’mon, let’s go.” He continued to beckon her.

You stood, keeping a soft but comforting grip on her arm.

“I don’t think she needs to go anywhere with you, Ed.” Andrea continued.

Carol glanced up from the ground for a split second, meeting your eyes. She didn’t want to cause any more trouble. She would be dragged back to camp by Ed if that meant nothing else would happen. She knew Ed, what he was capable of.

“And I say that’s none of your business.” Ed beckoned for Carol again. “Come on, now. You heard me.”

Carol moved away from your grip. Andrea turned to her, “Carol,”

“Andrea, please. It doesn’t matter.”

Ed glared at the interaction, “Hey, don’t think I won't knock you on your ass, just ‘cause you some college-educated cooze, alright?”

Andrea scoffed at the audacity of the male in front of her. You stepped forward, grabbing Carol by the shoulder. You weren’t about to let her go with him when he was clearly becoming hostile.

“Now you come on now or you gonna regret it later.”

You softly said her name, ignoring her husband’s glare, and stepped closer to her in a protective manner.

“So she can show up with fresh bruises later, Ed?” Jacqui piped up for the first time since Ed walked over. “Yeah, we’ve seen them.”

Ed chuckled, “Stay out of this,” his harsh gaze pierced through his wife. “Now come on! You know what, this is none of y’all’s business. You don’t want to keep prodding the bull here, okay? Now I am done talkin’. Come on!”

You cringed at his words, moving in front of Carol as he walked closer. He ignored you, reaching around to grab at her arm with a harsh grip. The embarrassment was clear on her face. He pulled, knocking your balance slightly off as he yanked Carol from behind you. Her shoulder crashed into yours, feet moving in a jumble over your own.

“No. No, Carol. You don’t have-”

Carol muttered something under her breath, ignoring Andrea.

Ed swung around, spitting in Carol’s face. “You don’t tell me what! I tell you what!” His grip tightened, jagged nails biting into the soft skin of her upper arm. She whimpered quietly at the force. He raised his hand, striking her against the face. Gasping, you caught her as she fell back, grabbing her reddening cheek.

Everyone clamoured; Andrea hitting and pushing him away, you cursing him as Carol started crying. She fell further into you, as you held her protectively, hauling her away from him.

Ed was pulled back and thrown to the ground, before being dragged by the back of his shirt. Shane threw him further into to the ground, before throwing a punch, and another straight after.

“No!” Carol cried, trying to get away. Shane kept throwing punches, more skin breaking every time his fist hit Ed’s face. Carol covered her mouth, body swaying.

“Shane, stop!” “Enough! Enough!” “Just stop!”

Shane stopped, pointing a finger in Ed’s swollen and bloodied face. “You put your hands on your wife, your little girl, or anybody else in this camp one more time, I will not stop next time. Do you hear me?” He grabbed Ed’s face, squishing it in the process. “Do you hear me?!”

Ed slurred, “Yes.”

Shane let go, pointing again. “I’ll beat you to death, Ed.” With one final punch, he stood, kicking the man on the ground and walking away.

“God!” Carol cried, using strength you had never seen from her before, to break from you, running over to her husband.

-

The tension in the camp was suffocating after that. There was a tiny victory after Andrea and Amy went fishing and brought back dinner, but it was short lived. Jim had been found digging graves, which disturbed a lot of you.

Night fell and everyone began eating the fish-fry.

You smiled at Sophia as she passed the pan of fish. She was well-mannered; all thanks to Carol. She was a shy girl, but became a seemingly different kid when she was around other kids. She found friends in a world that would probably take them away before you could blink. She, along with the other kids, didn’t understand what was out there, all of the bad. They held an innocence that would be demolished in front of your eyes.

“I gotta ask you, man. It’s been driving me crazy.” One of the men that you met in the city, Morales, spoke up, directing it at Dale.

“What?”

“That watch,” he pointed at the watch on Dale’s wrist.

Dale smiled, “What’s wrong with my watch?”

Morales continued, “I see you everyday, the same time, winding that thing like a village priest saying mass.”

“I’ve wondered this myself.” Jacqui smiled.

Dale threw his hands up playfully, “I’m missing the point.”

You looked between him and his watch, the fire casting a warm gleam over it, brightening the brown leather.

“Unless I've misread the signs, the world seems to have come to an end. At least hit a speed bump for a good long while.” Jacqui shrugged her shoulders.

“But there’s you, everyday, winding that stupid watch.” Morales raised his eyebrows at the old man.

“Time- it’s important to keep track, isn’t it? The days, at least. Don’t you think, Andrea? Back me up here.”

They shared a knowing look, their faces glowing in the fire from where you sat. She sent him a seemingly warning glare, but his smile didn’t falter.

“I like- I like what, um, a father said to son when he gave him a watch that had been handed down through generations. He said “I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire, which will fit your individual needs no better than it did mine or my father’s before me; I give it to you not that you may remember time, not that you may forget it for a moment now and then, and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it.””

Huh,” Morales nodded at the answer, not really expecting it.

Everyone sat in silence around the fire, before Amy broke it, “You are so weird.”

Laughter echoed as you took a swig of beer. It wasn’t wine, but it wasn’t pure water so it would do.

“It’s not me. It’s Faulkner, William Faulkner.”

Amy rolled her eyes at Dale.

The older man chuckled, “Maybe my bad paraphrasing.”

Amy stood, walking away from the fire. Andrea stopped her, “Where are you going?”

“I have to pee.” The younger sister raised her brows, “Jeez, you try to be discreet around here.” She quickly walked off, toward the R.V.

Dale turned to you, “What about you? You fiddle with that on your wrist.” You looked down at the bulky thing around your wrist. “Was my dog’s collar.” Dale’s smile turned sad. While rushing out of your house, you had grabbed the collar from the leash you would walk her around the block with. Her name was embroidered; a gift from Daryl when he first surprised you with a puppy.

You tightened it into a bracelet, holding her memory close. Truthfully, you had forgotten about it being on your wrist. You didn’t notice how much you fidgeted with it. Dale did, when you were on watch with him.

You didn’t think about the dog for long.

The R.V door opened, and Amy stepped out. “We’re out of toilet paper?” She yelled. Before she could get an answer, a hand grabbed her forearm from behind the other side of the door. She stood in shock as a walker moved closer to her. She screamed, feeling the walker bite down.

Your head instantly snapped up, eyes growing wide at the sight. More walkers came from each direction, limping forward. Everyone screamed, jumping up. Parents grabbed their kids, others grabbed weapons. Gunshots echoed, making your ears ring. You were quick to instinctively reach for your gun. Unfortunately, that gun was still in Glenn’s bag with no bullets.

A hand on your shoulder had you swiveling around, pushing the walker that simply snarled at you. Pushing with all your strength, you didn’t wait for it to hit the ground before you were running.

Another walker stumbled toward you from behind, dirty nails digging into your skin. This walker was closer, a stench wafting into your nose before you could push it away. You tried, but from the angle in which the walker had grabbed you, you could only push its head away, fingers avoiding its snipping teeth.

You screamed, still hearing Shane unload his gun in the distance.

Andrea wailed, watching another walker bite a gash out of Amy’s shoulder, right where her neck meets it.

The grip tightened on you, making you hiss. Their nails were long and had the bite to prove it. One final hit had the walker staggering back, grip falling off. You turned, running toward the R.V, where Shane, Lori, Carol, Morales, and their families were. More gunfire rang out.

Making it to the vehicle, you turned back, seeing Daryl and the others coming out of the woods. He was the first out, head snapping in ebery direction. The other were soon to follow.

Daryl spotted you. He looked around, making sure no more walkers were around, before running toward you. Your bodies collided, knocking the breath out of your lungs.

He pulled back, “You hurt?”

“No, i don’t think- I don’t know.”

You were in shock, your jumbled words and wide eyes proving it. You couldn’t think. You rubbed where you were scratched.

In your time since the world ended, you had hidden in the top floor of a building. If you were ever met with danger, you always had a gun or knife handy.

Tonight, you were completely unprepared.

In the dark, you couldn't tell if the skin of your arm was broken. Clinging back to Daryl, you turned your head to where Andrea laid beside Amy. Blood pooled around them. Amy’s body went limp, sending Andrea to sobs. Closing your eyes tightly, you turned back to Daryl, pushing your face into his neck. He held you close, hiding the shake in his hands.

He had heard your scream.

That’s what had him running through the woods with only you in mind, leaving the other behind.

Part 3

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── BUZZFEED THIRST TWEETS. ( featuring sebastian stan, anthony mackie. )

▹ pairing: sebastian stan, anthony mackie x husband!alex turner and fem!actress reader.

▹ summary: what could be a more unhinged and unserious thirst tweets episode with this trio?

▹ warning: vulgar language, mentions of profanities, swearing—but mostly harmless and a good laugh! just pure chaos!

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“I’M ACTUALLY SO SCARED TO READ THESE.” [Y/N] admitted to the crew members, eyes painted with slight worry as she was sandwiched between Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie. It was yet another movie promotion for the Avengers Infinity War and the actress was finally reunited with her two favorite co-stars, starring in a new episode of Buzzfeed Thirst Tweets.

Sebastian let out a nervous chuckle, agreeing with her. “Gosh, I already regret this.” he sighed, shaking his head as he crossed his arms. He glanced at Anthony, who was holding the blue bucket of thirst tweets from the fans.

Anthony wiggled his eyebrows at the camera, “This is gonna be good.” he said in a serious tone, making [Y/N] quietly giggle, giving the camera a look before watching Anthony reading the first tweet.

“So, this is what we love to do on a Saturday…reading thirst tweet,” Sebastian told the camera, turning his head to his co-stars as Anthony pulled out the first tweet.

Anthony smirked, “On [Y/N]’s comfortable couch!” Sebastian and [Y/N] shake their heads with another laugh. “Get on with it, Mackie!”

Anthony cleared his throat, reading the tweet, “[Y/N] could literally run me over with a tank and I’d say, thank you.” 

The actress burst out laughing, shoulders shaking while Sebastian nodded his head in agreement. “I mean, I’d apologize first, but, I-I appreciate the dedication,” she said to the camera, a small laugh escaping from her lips. 

Sebastian chuckled, “No, I think they would actually thank you,” he told her, grabbing his water bottle and taking a small sip. Anthony turned his head to the actress with a grin, “Right, they’d be like ‘Queen, do it again.’”

[Y/N]’s hands roamed around the bucket, hand clasping at another tweet, this time aimed at Sebastian. She smiled before reading, “Sebastian Stan could punch me in the face and I’d still ask him to marry me.” she read, giving the tweet to Sebastian. “Well, they’re not wrong.”

Anthony shakes his head, “This is why sea bass gets away with anything!” he whined, looking at the camera with a scowl, making Sebastian chuckle, “I mean…you don’t know what you like until you try it.” he cheekily said to the camera, making [Y/N] and Anthony squeal with laughter.

Sebastian muttered a small prayer, picking up another tweet. “Anthony Mackie could talk me into anything. Man could say “jump,” and I’d say–” Sebastian stops mid-sentence and bursts out laughing, making the pair prompt him to continue. “Finish the tweet, Seb.” [Y/N] whined, nudging his side with her elbow.

Anthony sighed impatiently, snatching the paper from Sebastian, who was dying of laughter, almost falling off the couch. “Man could say “jump” and I’d say ‘How high, daddy?’” [Y/N] almost spat out her drink, her throat emitting a small cough, making the crew laugh. “Oh my God!” 

Sebastian was still cackling and he had to lean on [Y/N] for support, who was also a mess. Anthony looked at the camera, a smirk forming his handsome features. “I accept this.”

“This is getting out of hand, guys.” [Y/N] scolded, her face morphing into a deep frown at the camera, referring to their fans with a disappointed look.

She handed the bucket to Anthony, who picked up a tweet. “[Y/N] could bench-press me I’d gladly be her gym equipment.” The crew behind the camera completely lost it, and Anthony got up and walked away, while Sebastian gave the camera a horrified look.

Heat flooded over her cheeks as she laughed, her flustered face looking at the camera while picking up the tweet from the floor. “W-What does that even mean?!” She stuttered, laughter bubbling in her throat.

Sebastian snatched the paper from her hands and showed it to the camera, “It means you need to start charging rent because you’re living in their head rent-free.” he bleated, giving the camera a disapproving look.

“Ok, guys, let’s finish these. We have a few left,” the cameraman said with a chuckle, watching the spectacle in front of him. Anthony came back and sat back down, taking a long sip from his bottle.

[Y/N] picked up a tweet, lips curving upwards. “Anthony Mackie could look at me and I’d get pregnant instantly.” she paused, looking at the camera, “The power,” she said, making Anthony shrug his shoulder with a cocky expression.

“I’ll take that responsibility.” He said, making Sebastian laugh as he picked up a tweet of himself, “Oh God….Bucky Barnes could choke me with his metal arm, and I’d say ‘Harder’” Sebastian read his tweet, immediately standing up and leaving the frame, his voice echoing around the room. “For the love of God!”

Anthony fell down the chair with a loud wheeze while [Y/N] looked concerned, looking around the room and giving the crew members an appalled look. She sighed. “I need therapy after this,” she admitted, putting the bucket on the table.

Sebastian scoffed from off-camera, “No, they need therapy!”

Anthony shook his head, wiping his eyes with his hands before picking up another tweet. “I love this. C’mon, there are still some left,” he said to his co-stars, who exchanged a glance before pulling themselves together.

Anthony gave the next tweet to [Y/N] with a funny look, who looked at the camera with a nervous look. “[Y/N] could step on me and I’d bark.” She read, her chest vibrating from laughter. “Why are you people like this?”

Anthony loudly cackled, his shoulders shaking. Sebastian’s expression turned serious as he looked at the actress, “Woof.” he said, making Anthony laugh harder while [Y/N] pushed him off the couch, screaming with laughter. 

Sebastian chuckled, getting up from the floor while grabbing the bucket. She slapped his hand, still laughing. “S-Stop! I don’t think I can handle this anymore.” she giggled, leaning into Anthony for support.

Sebastian grinned, “Oh, I love this tweet. Alex Turner is the luckiest man alive to get that every damn day. I’d give up my soul to be in his position. That body, that face... I’m sweating just thinking about it." [Y/N] hides her face with her hands, completely flustered while the whole room erupts in laughter and whistles.

Anthony whistled, looking at the person who came into the room. “Speaking of the sun.” he chimed, eyes painted with playfulness as he watched Alex standing at the doorway with a confused look. “What are you guys doing?” he asked the trio as he walked toward them, giving the camera a look.

“Suffering.” [Y/N] answered her husband while fanning herself. 

“Reading thirst tweets. You wanna join, Strumzilla?” Anthony asked him, wiggling his eyebrows at him, making Alex shake his head, deep chuckles emitting from his lips, “No, I–uh, I’m good. I’m just here to pick up my guitar.” he excused, turning to leave, but Sebastian grabbed him by the shirt. 

“Oh, no, Al. You’re in this now,” he told him with a wink, shifting in his seat to make room for Alex to sit. The musician cursed under his breath, reluctantly sitting down.

Anthony gave him a tweet with a funny look, “Read and see what the fans say about your wife,” he jested, making [Y/N] snort, small giggles coming out of her mouth. “Oh gosh, no! He’s not ready for that.”

Alex sighed, adjusting his sunglasses. He licked his lips before reading, “[Y/N] could spit in my coffee, and I’d drink it like it was holy water.” Alex froze, eyes looking at his wife with a disturbed look. 

Anthony and Sebastian shook with laughter, their cackles echoing across the room. “Oh my God!” [Y/N] screams with laughter, slapping her thighs as the whole room died, again. “First of all—” she tried to say, but ended up gasping between giggles, her words lost in a fit of uncontrollable laughter at her husband’s deadpan look.

“That is wild,” Alex exclaimed, gripping the paper and giving the camera crew a genuinely concerned look before giving his wife another look, which made her chuckle with a scowl.

“Why are you looking at me like I wrote it?” she chortled, giggling as she hit his shoulder, making his lips crack a smile. 

The married couple looked at Sebastian and Anthony, who were still howling with laughter. The camera panned to the duo and back to Alex and [Y/N], who looked at them with a chuckle. “Are you guys okay?” Alex asked, watching them regaining their composure. 

“Oh, man. This is the best day of my life.” Anthony chimed, clearing his throat. He gave the camera a look, “Did we finish all of the tweets?” he asked a crew member, who shrugged in response asking if there was any more left.

Sebastian’s hand roamed around the blue bucket, eyes sparking as he picked up the last tweet. He read the paper, a wide grin reaching his handsome features.

He gave it to Alex, who looked at him, dumbfounded. “What a better way to finish this episode,” Sebastian said to the camera, making [Y/N] inch closer to her husband, reading the tweet.

“I already know my tweets are a nightmare,” Alex mumbled, but enough for the whole room to hear as they laughed. He almost choked on air, eyebrows furrowed as he read the tweet loudly. “If I ever get reincarnated, I wanna come back as a chair so Alex Turner can sit on me.” 

[Y/N] laughed, hitting him in the chest. “Honestly, that’s something I would write,” she admitted, making Alex shake his head with a laugh.

Anthony laughed and looked at the camera, “Y’all are nasty!” he turned to Alex, grabbing his shoulder, “Your fans are just as bad as ours.” 💬 … Comments:

@/fanaticforfame: lmao alex looks so disgusted by the thirst tweets 

@/starryobsessed23: nobody mentions the fact that seb calls alex for al MY HEART

@/buckysoldiers: anthony calling alex strumzilla got to be the funniest thing ever

@/turnerflower: ok but alex interacting with the marvel cast was not something that i needed so badly

@/lovelyyn85: they're so unapologetically unhinged and unserious i love them so much

@/arctic-lovers: marvel and arctic monkeys fans unite!

@/scarletswidow: we need a part two with alex!!!!

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Pregnant at 40🫄👶🧑‍🍼

AN: i randomly thought about this scenario and played the whole thing out in my head, which lead me to typing it out. i hope you enjoy this story. let me know if you possibly want a part 2 to this. remember to reblog or comment with your feedback. xoxo

This story contains: mentions of a vasectomy, puke, brief mentions of abortions, crying, comfort, unexpected pregnancy

{ dadrry - husband!harry - softrry - au!harry both you and harry are almost 40 }

word count- 2,071

Just one month away from Harry's scheduled vasectomy, you start showing signs of pregnancy (at the age of 40), which leads to a day full of anxiety and anticipation until later that night when you're finally able to take a pregnancy test.

This was not supposed to happen. You've just celebrated the fifth birthday of your youngest daughter, Daisy, who's the baby of your family. In addition to her, you and your husband Harry are parents to three other children: June, who's sixteen; River, who's twelve; and Willow, who's eight.

You and Harry were content with having just four children, as that number suited your family dynamic perfectly. After the birth of Daisy, you didn't envision expanding your family further. Both you and Harry are nearing forty, making the risks of pregnancy complications for either you or a new baby more high.

Your commitment to having just four children led Harry to schedule a vasectomy for next month. He'd contemplated this procedure right after Daisy was born, but both of you wanted to be certain that it was the right decision to stop having more children. Since Daisy's arrival, you've been using birth control, but after reaching the bittersweet decision to stop expanding your family, Harry chose to proceed with a vasectomy, stressing how he didn't want you to be on birth control for the rest of your life.

Over the past few mornings, after Harry has gone to work, you've gotten sick. On the first day, you thought you might've been coming down with a stomach bug that one of your kids had brought home from school. However, after getting sick twice more the following two days, your worrying intensified.

You intended to keep your recent vomiting episodes from Harry, but one morning, when you thought he'd already left for work, he quietly comes back into the bedroom to retrieve his Apple Watch. That's when he finds you not in the bed where you were minutes prior, but instead in the bathroom, throwing up. He hurries in to assist you, visibly worried about your health, and also thinking you might have caught a stomach virus. Yet, when you disclose that you've been sick for the past three mornings, his entire body stiffens, and his complexion becomes nearly as pale as yours.

"Baby," Harry whispers behind you as you brush your teeth at the bathroom sink, "do you um......think that maybe.........you should take a, you know, pregnancy test." Now it's your body that stiffening up. Oddly enough, the idea of being pregnant hasn't occurred to you yet, despite the fact that it seems it should have, as you consistently dealt with morning sickness during the early stages of your past pregnancies.

You glance up at Harry through the mirror with horror written across your face. "Harry," you meekly whisper with tears coming to your eyes, "I......., I...., I can't be *harsh swollow* pregnant. Oh my god, Harry, we turn forty next year. I..... I take my birth control everyday, and you're getting the vasectomy next month, but...., but what if? Oh my god."

Once you've placed your toothbrush down, Harry gently turns you around so you can become face to face with him without the mirror interfering. "Baby, calm down, everythin's gonna be alright. M' not sayin' you are pregnant. We don't know until you take a test. You may just have a lil tummy bug. But if you are pregnant, we'll go from there. You know you always have options."

"Harry, you know I could never." you say, regarding his last sentence. You fully support the right to abortion; however, on a personal level, you believe that unless it's medically necessary, you'd struggle to make that choice for yourself. In the event of an unplanned pregnancy, you'll be determined to find a way to manage life with a new baby. Having successfully navigated this situation four times previously, you're confident in your ability to do so again. Although, having a baby at the age of forty is not your preferred scenario.

Gazing at you with sincerity, Harry softly states, "I know sweetheart, but I want you to understand that if you ever came to that conclusion, the decision is entirely yours." He leans in to give you a gentle kiss on the lips, even though you've just recovered from being sick (you did at least brush your teeth), then withdraws and adds, "Would you prefer that I go to the store now to get a test, or should I wait 'til after work? I don’t mind being late this mornin'. This is much more important."

Standing there for a moment, you weigh your choices. You are eager to find out if you're pregnant, to put your mind at ease regarding the uncertainties. However, you realize that taking the test now might not give you the time you need to process the results, particularly if they're positive, and to have a proper conversation with Harry about it. You doubt you'd have the luxury of time if you took the test this morning.

"I can wait until you get home this evening."

"You sure?" Harry questions carefully. He knows how your brain works and knows your brain will be worked up all day if you wait.

You nod with conformation, "Yeah, I'm sure. If it is positive, I want us to be able to process the news afterwards and we'd only have time for that after the kids are in bed for the night. So I can wait."

Harry bends down slightly to wrap his arms around you, holding you securely. "Okay, but if you need anythin' today, please call me. I'll keep m'phone on me all day. And remember, no matter what the test results are tonight, everythin' will be alright. We've been together for almost twenty-two years and there's nothin' we can't handle together."

Harry leaves for work soon after the embrace and you exit the bathroom, ready to get your kids up for school, even though exhaustion is seeping into your bones and you've only been up for about an hour.

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Throughout his the day at work, Harry couldn't shake the thought of you from his mind, particularly regarding the situation that arose this morning. The possibility of you being pregnant fills him with both joy and apprehension. While many people have children later in life, the idea of becoming a father at forty worries him; he imagines being gray and elderly by the time the child finishes school. Nevertheless, he's confident that he would love a new baby unconditionally, just as he's done with his four existing children.

After Harry wrapped up his workday, he drove to the shops located near your house to buy a pregnancy test. Once he had it in hand, he made sure to hide it within his work briefcase, fully aware that if his eldest daughter, June, came across it, she would have a multitude of questions for them. He'd rather she not discover the possibility of her mother being pregnant in such a manner.

Harry gets home a little later than normal and hurriedly goes upstairs to put away the pregnancy test until you're ready to use it tonight. Afterward, he comes back down to enjoy some family time with the kids while you wrap up dinner.

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Once dinner has been ate, baths have been given, and the little ones are all snug in their beds, you and Harry finally enter the bathroom to do what you've been eagerly awaiting to do all day. While the kids were at school, you had to suppress the desire to go to the store and buy a test just to get it over with. However, you remembered that you and Harry had decided to do this together, tonight.

"Do you want me to step out or..." Harry goes to ask, but is cut off by you saying, "No, please stay." Though you've been married for many years, Harry still likes to ask if you want privacy for certain things; taking pregnancy tests, changing tampons, pooping, just out of respect, but you don't want to be alone right now.

"Okay baby, I'll stay. Everythin's gonna be alright." You take a seat on the toilet as Harry opens the box containing the pregnancy test. He walks over to you, hands you the test, and then quickly returns the box to the drawer to prevent any evidence from being found in the trash can. You take off the cap of the test and begin peeing on the stick, while Harry leans against the bathroom counter, patiently waiting.

Once you've finished, you secure the cap back on the pregnancy test and hand it to Harry while you wipe and flush the toilet. He places it on the counter and starts a timer on his phone. When you walk over to him, he leans down slightly and wraps his arms around you, offering a warm and comforting hug. "I’m really nervous," you whisper into his shoulder.

"It’s okay, m'love. If it turns out to be positive, think of it like this: we are healthy people with a comfortable income and a lovin' family. This means we're in a fortunate position to welcome a new life, somethin' that many families don't have the luxury of." This is one of the reasons you love Harry so much. He consistently focuses on the positives, even in less than ideal circumstances, because that's just the type of person he is.

You remain in his arms until the timer goes off, and then you request Harry to check the test, feeling too anxious to look yourself. Once he silences the alarm, Harry takes a deep breath to prepare for the results, then picks up the pregnancy test from the countertop and turns it over. A gasp escapes his lips, followed by a quiet sob that rises from his chest.

Finally finding the courage, you raise your head from his shoulder to see the digital screen displaying the word "positive." Harry, with shaky hands, swiftly sets the test down and pulls you into an even tighter embrace. You're caught in a blend of shock and emotional chaos; your body feels stiff, while your chest quakes with a sob. In the bathroom, you both stand together, wrapped in each other's arms, crying. It’s hard to tell if your tears are those of happiness or fear.

You allow yourselves to break down for a couple of minutes, before you decide to speak first. "Harry, we're having another baby."

At first, he's uncertain if you're feeling happy or upset, but a single look at your face indicates that happiness is the stronger emotion. Although the situation isn't perfect, what's done is done, and acceptance is important. "Fuck, Y/n. We're havin' another lil' baby."

With an emotional giggle, you look up and question Harry, needing to know where he stands on the matter. "Are you happy though?"

With tears glistening in his green eyes, he nods and responds, "M' so fuckin' happy, m'love." He gently places a hand on your cheek, cradling your jaw, and leans in to kiss you. You gasp momentarily, but quickly find comfort in his presence.

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Eventually, Harry proposed that you shower together, and you accepted the offer. He assisted you in taking off your clothing and led you into the steamy glass doors. His intentions weren't sexual; he just wanted to be near you, to hold you, and to kneel and kiss your belly, even though at this point it looked normal and nothing more than a small bloat, if that.

After holding each other under the cascading water for a few minutes, Harry helped you wash your hair and body before he washed himself. He then assisted you in stepping out of the shower, and the both of you dried off before standing at the sink to brush your teeth. That was pretty much the only part of tonight that he didn't help you with.

Because once you'd finished brushing your teeth, he helped you dress in a pair of panties and one of his oversized t-shirts. He then helped you settle into bed. Due to your mental and physical fatigue from the day, sleep came easily once you were both tucked under the covers. The only worry you have now is how you'll break the news to your children and families.

Pregnant at 40..... At least your family will know that even after all these years, the two of you still love each other and get intimate in that aspect. Many couples your age either don't last that long or their sex drive plumits. But obviously not with the two of you.

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[firstkanaphans]

Ik nothing about inn I haven't watched any shows (I'm emfkjd mains) but I am fascinated by the lore in your inn posts who is this man what is his life I need to know more gimme a primer pls and shows to watch I'm mesmerized by the energy

Oh, Anon, I would love to! Full disclaimer: I only became a fan of Inn after he joined GMMTV so everything that happened before then, I've had to piece together through sketchy Twitter posts that may or may not be accurate and an obscene amount of Instagram stalking. But these are things as I understand them:

In 2022, Inn starred in a BL called "The Miracle of Teddy Bear" where he played a teddy bear that comes to life and falls in love with its owner. It's a fantastic BL and I do recommend it (more on that below), but it's long. 16 episodes, an hour and a half each, and surprisingly heavy subject matter for what sounds like it should be a light-hearted drama. Inn did a fantastic job—so much so that it's still hard for me to see him as anything other than an anthropomorphic teddy bear—but while the show was airing, rumors started to surface that Inn had a boyfriend (which he did).

I don't know the specifics, but the general fan perception seems to be that Channel 3 was not happy with these rumors and blamed Inn for them, which led to a rift with his management. Because of that, he left Channel 3 and moved over to GMMTV instead where he knew upon signing that he would be paired with Great, who he was friends with during university. You can listen to Great tell the whole story of how they came to be paired here (with some amusing asides from Inn).

And now for the juicy stuff...

This, my friends, is Inn's boyfriend/husband/business partner, Tie Kuhapremkit. If you couldn't tell, he's a model by trade.

Are you starting to see why I'm obsessed with them now?

I have no clue when Inn and Tie started dating—they were liking each others photos on Instagram all the way back in 2016—but what I do know is that they opened Holiday Pastry together in 2022 and started wearing matching $13k Cartier Love rings that same year. Here's some photos of them wearing the rings at their new bakery launch earlier this month.

I have not yet found a single picture of them alone together. Even in group photos, they are careful to have at least one person between them, and that lack of photos is, in itself, conspicuous. They own multiple businesses together. The fact that there are no photos of them is honestly impressive. (I did find a Twitter user who documents all their Lovestagrams if you want to do a deep dive.)

Inn obviously has ample motivation to keep his relationship private, but I think the reason I've become so obsessed with him and Tie is because it's such a great representation of what this industry could become if fans weren't so toxic. Not only does Inn get an IRL boyfriend, but he also gets an on-screen boyfriend who he gets paid to flirt with. And his two boyfriends get along!

Here's a picture of Great at Tie's birthday dinner (please also note how far away from Tie Inn moved to take this picture).

And here's a video of Tie accidentally walking out of the kitchen at their bakery just as Inn was hugging Great in front of their fans.

It’s all just so perfect. But unfortunately, fans are toxic and one of the most often cited reasons for GreatInn’s lack of popularity is that fact that since Inn has a boyfriend and people are aware of it, they can’t delude themselves into thinking he's with Great, which takes some of their fun away. To those people, I just say: Where is your imagination? Because GreatInn do more fanservice than every other GMMTV CP combined. Here is Inn telling everyone that he and Great practiced their NC scenes on his kitchen counter. And here is Great making sure you know that Inn has a big penis too.

As for the kids, you can watch this video of Inn explaining it himself. The kids are the biological children of his housekeeper but she was going to send them away, so Inn offered to take them in instead. Obviously, I don't know their exact arrangement, but Inn does refer to the kids as his. Like just look at these pictures. I’m melting. 

Sorry for the machine translation on the second one. It's mostly accurate except his son's names is Saifah, which means "thunder." So he's saying Saifah doesn't cry. (And also, yes. Poon has liked every single one of Inn's pictures as far back as I've scrolled—which is far. Do with that information what you will.)

Saifah and Fahsai's mom also recently had a third child that seems to be living at Inn's house as well.

In addition to all of that, Inn is also just a character in his own right. He’s sassy and spoiled and I watch every single variety show or interview he appears in because it’s always a great time. From pole dancing on Live House to being bitter it's "GreatInn" instead of "InnGreat" to complaining that Great gave him the wrong number of roses on Valentine's Day. He's just an amazing human and I am obsessed with him.

As for which shows you should watch, definitely check out WandeeGoodday. It's a GMMTV show and highlights his chemistry with Great really well. I would also recommend The Miracle of Teddy Bear—especially if you're a fan of The Eclipse because the original stories were written by the same author. However, Miracle of Teddy Bear deals with some heavy topics including child abuse so please make sure you're in the right headspace for that.

Inn and Great are currently halfway through filming their second show together, Memoir of Rati, and they're making quick time so I imagine it'll probably be on air within the next three months.

I hope this was helpful? And I hope it makes you want to watch more of his shows because he deserves all the love and support in the world.

[rafedarling]

𝐩𝐨𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

pairing: actor!rafe cameron x actress!reader

summary: after a few months of marriage, actors rafe and you decide to give your fans an intimate glimpse into your lives through a podcast. during the episode, you both share details about your relationship, clear up rumors, and reflect on how their lives have changed since getting married. as you and rafe casually chat about your future, subtle hints about starting a family emerge, creating anticipation about an exciting new chapter in your lives. your love, chemistry, and heartfelt moments shine through, making their bond unmistakable.

warning(s): english is not my native language. fluff, sweet moments, hints of pregnancy(?), intimate and emotional conversation.

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The camera’s red recording light blinked on, signaling the start of something you and Rafe had talked about for weeks. It was your first podcast together—an idea that had sprung up during a quiet evening at home, when both of you had been reflecting on how much your fans adored seeing you two together off-screen. You were both actors, co-stars in several hit films, but it was your real-life relationship that captivated audiences the most. Everyone wanted to know what married life was like for two of Hollywood’s biggest stars.

“Alright, we’re live,” Rafe said, his voice warm and easy as he leaned back in his chair, one arm resting behind you. He always had this effortless charm, and being in front of the camera—whether for work or something personal like this—seemed second nature to him.

You smiled at the camera, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Hey, guys! Welcome to the first episode of In the Limelight with me and my amazing husband, Rafe.” You threw him a playful look, and he grinned in return.

“Yep, we’re finally doing this,” Rafe added, his tone light and casual. “We’ve been talking about starting this podcast for a while now, and after a few months of marriage—and a ton of fan questions—we thought, why not let you all in on what’s really going on with us?”

You both exchanged a glance, silently acknowledging the curiosity that had been swirling around your relationship since the moment your engagement was announced, followed by your wedding and now, of course, the inevitable rumors that always followed celebrity couples.

“So,” you began, pulling out your phone where you had saved some of the fan-submitted questions. “Let’s jump right in. First question is a classic: ‘How’s married life treating you two?’”

Rafe chuckled, reaching over to take your hand. “I’ll take this one,” he said, squeezing your fingers gently. “Honestly? It’s been amazing. I mean, I know everyone says the first year is the hardest, but for us, it’s been pretty smooth. I think it helps that we were friends for so long before we got married.”

You nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly. “Yeah, I think the fact that we already knew each other so well made the transition easier. We already knew what it was like to work together, to spend crazy hours on set, and to deal with the ups and downs of Hollywood life. But marriage… it’s brought a whole new level of closeness.”

Rafe smiled at you, that sweet, loving look that always made your heart skip a beat. “It’s the little things, you know?” he continued, his voice softening. “Like coming home after a long day of filming and just… being together. We don’t need to do anything fancy. It’s those quiet moments—cooking dinner, binge-watching movies on the couch—that make everything feel right.”

You laughed softly, resting your head on his shoulder for a moment. “Yeah, we’ve definitely embraced the whole ‘stay-at-home’ vibe. It’s funny because people probably think our lives are all red carpets and glamorous events, but the reality is… we love just being home.”

Rafe kissed the top of your head, his arm wrapping around you a bit tighter. “Exactly. It’s about finding peace in the chaos.”

You looked back at the camera, your smile widening. “So, to answer that question—married life has been pretty perfect so far.”

Rafe leaned in toward the mic, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret with the audience. “Well, except for the fact that Y/N snores.”

Your eyes widened in playful shock as you turned to him, smacking his arm lightly. “I do not snore!”

He laughed, raising his hands in defense. “Okay, maybe not ‘snore,’ but you definitely make these cute little noises when you sleep.”

“Nice save,” you teased, rolling your eyes at him. But there was no denying the warmth that filled you when Rafe brought up these intimate, everyday moments. It reminded you of how special your bond truly was.

The questions kept coming in, most of them light and fun. You and Rafe shared stories about working on set together, how you navigated hectic filming schedules, and how you always made time for each other no matter how busy life got.

But then came the question that made both of you pause, even though you’d expected it.

“Alright, here’s one we’ve seen floating around a lot lately,” you said, glancing at Rafe before reading it aloud. “‘There’s been a lot of talk on social media lately about Y/N being pregnant. Can you guys confirm or deny?’”

Rafe let out a small chuckle, running a hand through his hair. “Ah, the baby question. We knew it was coming.”

You smiled softly, feeling the weight of the question settle between you. It wasn’t a complete surprise—rumors had been swirling for weeks now, especially after a few public appearances where you’d been wearing looser outfits. It seemed like everyone was waiting for the announcement, but you and Rafe hadn’t decided if you were ready to share that part of your lives just yet.

“For now,” you began, choosing your words carefully, “we’re just enjoying being married and taking things one step at a time. But…”

Rafe interjected, his voice gentle but firm. “But, yeah, we’ve definitely talked about the future. And when the time is right, we’ll be more than ready for that next chapter.”

You turned to him, catching the way his eyes softened when he talked about the future. It wasn’t the first time you’d had this conversation—late-night talks in bed, lying side by side, imagining what it would be like to have a family. It was something you both wanted deeply, and while you weren’t officially sharing any news, you both knew it was only a matter of time before that dream became a reality.

The fans were sharp—they’d probably pick up on the subtle hints you were dropping. And honestly, you were okay with that. There was a certain excitement in knowing that your fans were part of this journey with you, even if they didn’t know all the details yet.

Rafe glanced at you, his thumb gently brushing over your knuckles. “We’ve got some pretty big plans for the future,” he said, his voice taking on that playful, teasing tone again. “But we’ll let you guys know when the time comes.”

You laughed softly, leaning against his shoulder with a smile, savoring the moment. The warmth between you two was palpable, even through the screen, and you knew that your fans would feel it, too.

“Yeah,” you added, “we’ll keep you guys posted. But for now, we’re just really happy with where we are.”

Rafe’s hand never left yours, and the way he looked at you, with so much love and tenderness, made your heart flutter. There was no rush—you both knew that when the time was right, everything would fall into place. For now, though, the peace and joy of simply being together were enough.

“And,” Rafe chimed in, a mischievous glint in his eye, “in the meantime, we’ve got plenty of other exciting things going on to keep us busy.”

You gave him a playful nudge. “Oh, you mean like actually doing the dishes? Because that would be pretty exciting.”

Rafe laughed, shaking his head. “Okay, fine, I’ll step up my dishwashing game. But I was talking more about the new projects we’re working on.”

You nodded, turning back to the camera. “Right! So, we do have some big news on the professional front. Rafe just signed on to do this incredible action film, and I’m working on a drama that’s been in the works for a while now.”

Rafe leaned in, clearly proud. “Yeah, Y/N’s got a lead role in a movie that’s going to blow people away. Trust me, I’ve read the script—it’s phenomenal. I’m already jealous of her co-star.”

You laughed at his fake pout, knowing exactly what he meant. “It’s just work, babe,” you teased, raising an eyebrow.

“I know, I know,” he said, his voice softening. “But it’s hard not to be a little protective, you know? I’m lucky enough to have you as my wife, so I can’t help it.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you couldn’t resist leaning over to kiss his cheek. “You’re the sweetest. But I promise, no one compares to you.”

He smiled, that signature Rafe grin that made your knees weak even after all this time. “I’m holding you to that.”

As the conversation flowed, you both eased into talking about your careers and the delicate balance of being in the same industry while maintaining a strong, healthy relationship.

“Honestly,” Rafe said, his voice thoughtful, “the biggest challenge has been time. We’re both so busy, and sometimes it’s hard to line up our schedules. But we’ve learned to prioritize our time together. Like, when we’re both home, it’s our time. No work, no distractions—just us.”

You nodded in agreement. “Yeah, that’s been the key. It’s easy to get caught up in the whirlwind of our careers, but at the end of the day, we’re each other’s biggest supporters. We make it work because we want to.”

Rafe’s hand slid from yours to rest on your knee, a gesture that felt grounding, reassuring. “And we’ve also learned how to compromise. Sometimes that means I’m on set a little longer, and other times, she’s off filming for weeks at a time. But we always find a way to make it work.”

You smiled, thinking about how true that was. There were days when the distance felt hard—especially during long shoots in different countries—but no matter where you were, you always found time to talk, to check in, and to remind each other of what really mattered.

“That’s another question we got a lot,” you said, glancing at your phone. “How do we handle being apart for so long during filming?”

Rafe leaned forward, his eyes serious but soft. “It’s not easy, but it helps that we trust each other completely. I know that no matter where she is or what she’s doing, we’re solid. And we make the most of the time we do have together.”

“Exactly,” you added. “We also try to visit each other on set whenever possible. Even if it’s just for a weekend, those little moments make a huge difference.”

Rafe’s expression turned playful again. “And FaceTime helps. A lot.”

You laughed, nodding in agreement. “Definitely. Technology is a lifesaver.”

The two of you continued to chat about the nuances of your life together—how you balanced fame with privacy, how you navigated the ups and downs of being in the public eye, and how, at the end of the day, your relationship was built on love, trust, and a shared sense of humor.

“So,” Rafe said, glancing at the clock on the wall, “before we wrap up, we have time for one more question.”

You scanned through the remaining questions, your eyes landing on one that made your heart skip a beat. You could feel the weight of it as you read aloud, “‘What’s next for the Camerons? Any big plans for the future?’”

There was a beat of silence between you, a kind of unspoken understanding that hung in the air. You knew what the fans were really asking. They wanted to know about the next chapter in your lives—the one that, while not confirmed, was slowly taking shape in your hearts and minds.

Rafe looked at you, his gaze soft and filled with something deeper, something that made you feel completely seen. He cleared his throat, his hand still resting on your knee. “Well… without giving too much away… we’ve definitely been thinking about the future. And we’re really excited about what’s coming next.”

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you as you nodded. “Yeah, we have some big things planned. But we’re taking our time and making sure that when the moment’s right, we’re ready.”

Rafe’s eyes flickered with a knowing look, one that only you could interpret. “Let’s just say… the next chapter might be a little more family-oriented.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you couldn’t help but smile wider. The hints were subtle, but you knew your fans would pick up on them. And maybe that was okay. You and Rafe were on the verge of something new, something exciting. And while you weren’t ready to make any big announcements just yet, the thought of it—of starting a family together—was something that filled you both with a sense of joy and anticipation.

As the podcast came to a close, you both thanked your fans for tuning in and promised there would be more episodes to come. Rafe leaned over to turn off the camera, and when the red light finally dimmed, he looked at you with that same loving expression he always had.

“You ready for that next chapter?” he asked, his voice soft, but full of warmth.

You smiled, leaning into him, feeling completely at peace. “With you? Always.”

Rafe kissed your forehead, his arms wrapping around you as you sat there in the quiet of your home studio. The future was bright, and whatever came next, you knew you’d face it together—hand in hand, just like always.

[greensagephase]

"Made by Spider-Man himself"

Pairings: Spider-Man!Miguel O'Hara x Female!Reader Summary: After failing to find spider webs for Halloween decorations at the store, your husband surprises you. Word Count: 2.4k Warnings: fluff; established relationship, marriage; Spanish spoken, but translations are provided within text; suggestive comments, so MDNI; terms of endearment; I think that's all; this was just an idea I had the other day and needed to write it🥺 Masterlist

You sigh heavily next to Miguel, your eyes scanning every single spot on the shelves in front of you, hoping to find at least one box.

Next to you, Miguel glances at you. “Why the heavy sigh, mi vida [my life]? What are we looking for?” he asks, turning to the shelves again.

“Some spider webs for Halloween decoration to put on our front windows, but I’m too late.”

“Too late? Baby, it’s still about two weeks before Halloween.”

“I know, but people start buying as soon as the stores put things out, and the norm now is that stores start putting a holiday’s decorations like two months in advance.”

“Which is insane, by the way,” Miguel murmurs, eyes scanning for spider webs. “Are they normal spider-webs, or…?”

You sigh again and pull out your phone to show him a screenshot from some short video that seems to have come up on your feed. The video displays the LED spider webs, attached to the creator’s windows. He nods, realizing there’s nothing like that on the shelves.

“Maybe we can go to another location?” your husband offers.

You smile softly at him but shake your head. “No, mi corazón [my heart]. It would be pointless. I’m certain we won’t find them anywhere. It’s too late at this point. The video popped up last night on my feed, and again, most stores put everything out two months before the holiday, so… I’m sure every single box has been sold at this point.” You shrug and put your phone away. “Maybe next year I’ll have better luck. Do you want to go somewhere else?” you ask, already deciding that next year will be your best bet.

“No, I don’t need to go anywhere else, mi vida [my life]. I just wanted to come with you,” Miguel says as you both begin to head out of the store. He frowns, not failing to notice your little pout. “Are you sure, preciosa [precious]? We can make the drive to another location. It’s no problem.”

You smile again and take your husband’s hand, which has been brushing against yours this entire time, as you head to your car. “I’m sure, mi corazón [my heart]. Let’s just go home, okay? I’m going to make some delicious, cozy, and warm food for us.”

With a smile, Miguel pulls you closer to his side, still walking. “Alright, preciosa [precious]. Let’s go home,” he says, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head before he opens the car door for you, always the gentleman.

A few hours later, you’re on the couch with a blanket over you while re-watching one of your favorite autumn shows in the living room. You glance towards Miguel’s workroom, wondering what he’s working on. Earlier, after having dinner and cleaning the kitchen together, Miguel told you he needed to work on something regarding the Spider Society, so you decided to settle in the living room by yourself.

Fixing your position on the couch while the intro of a new episode starts playing, you hear Miguel’s footsteps, signaling that he’s left his workroom.

“Mi vida [my life]?” Miguel says, his footsteps growing closer.

You lift yourself up, smiling just at the sound of your husband’s voice, thinking that maybe he’ll join you now and you can cuddle.

“Baby,” you start, your eyes landing on him, but freezing when you see what’s on his hands. You stare in awe. “Wait…”

Miguel grins as he walks closer to show you, displaying the item in front of you for a better view. “Are these okay, preciosa [precious]?” Miguel asks, still wondering if the amazing and sweet gesture he’s made for you is ‘okay.’

“Miggy, you made spider webs out of your own for me?” you ask softly, in awe. You look up at him as he gently hands the spider net over to you, your heart filled with so much love for Miguel, your sweet husband.

“Cualquier cosa para ti, preciosa [anything for you, precious]. I know it’s not the sam -” Miguel starts while you accept the spider web and carefully place it on the couch before lunging yourself at him, catching him by complete surprise.

“I love you!” you say, throwing your arms around him. “You’re the sweetest! What did I do to deserve you?” you ask, hugging him tightly.

Despite being caught off guard, Miguel’s arms instantly wrap around your body, pulling you closer. He smiles and lifts you up easily, he’s Spider-Man after all. Smiling, he presses his forehead to yours. “I couldn’t stand seeing mi hermosa esposa being disappointed [my gorgeous wife]. That little pout pulled at my heart strings. It always does,” he whispers, leaning in to nuzzle his nose against yours. “When we were having dinner, I remembered I’m Spider-Man and I build things. So, I figured, why not build some spider webs out of my own for my lovely wife?”

Slipping your fingers into Miguel’s dark locks, you nuzzle your own nose against him. “Eres el esposo mas dulce [you’re the sweetest husband]. So kind and loving to me — so much that you entertain my silly shenanigans,” you whisper.

Miguel hums and lift his face just to press a gentle kiss on your forehead. “It’s not silly shenanigans. You have no idea how much I love seeing you getting excited about decorating our home for the holidays.” Miguel pulls you closer before settling on the couch with you attached to him. He smiles and positions you so you’re sitting on his lap comfortably before cupping your face with his large hand. “For so many years, I went on without celebrating anything. It brings me so much joy to see you excited over the decorations and being able to decorate with you. It was a great joy to make these for you, too,” Miguel gently states, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

“You made more than one?” you whisper.

“I made you a few so we can place them all over the front of the house,” Miguel whispers back with a grin. “And the best part? We don’t need any extension cords or batteries.”

You chuckle and give Miguel a kiss on the lips, gentle and sweet. “Thank you, mi corazón [my heart]. You’re truly the sweetest.”

More than content with your reaction, Miguel grins. “Want to go ahead and put them out? I’ll get the ladder and hang them for you. I’d do it without the ladder, but…”

“We don’t need our neighbors to know they live next to Spider-Man,” you finish with a smile.

“Right. It’s our little secret,” Miguel responds, leaning forward to press another gentle kiss to your lips before the two of you collect all the spider webs Miguel made and head outside.

It doesn’t take long for Miguel to place them around the front of your shared home with your assistance, and by the end, your home looks amazing with the spider webs and the other decorations you have out. You’re so happy that you take a few pictures just for memory keeping, something you always do, while Miguel watches you fondly.

After finishing taking pictures, the two of you head back inside to warm up by cuddling on the couch, just like you were hoping. The show you were playing earlier is still going, but you don’t even care much about it at this point since you’ve re-watched like a million times anyway, so you focused on caressing Miguel’s face, who looks more than happy with the attention. He leans into your touch, his crimson eyes fluttering in delight due to your soft hands.

“I bet everyone is going to say how wonderful the spider webs look when we host the little party on Halloween,” you whisper, remembering that you both decided to host a small Halloween party for the neighbors. “I’m going to have to pay you back.”

“Mmm, yeah? What do you have in mind?” Miguel asks, his hand moving to your hip, caressing it lightly.

“Hmm, I’ll think about it,” you reply. “I have an idea,” you add, earning yourself a gentle squeeze at your hip and the sweetest, laziest smile from your husband, who you know doesn’t care if you reciprocate the kind gesture in any way since he did it out of love.

Halloween Party

Dressed in matching costumes with Miguel, your Halloween party is a success. You set up age appropriate games for the kids and made sure to have plenty of delicious food and candy, on top of what the neighbors brought over. At the end of the party, Miguel and you stand outside on the front of your home to see the last couple out for the night.

“You two have a great night. Thank you for the good time,” Mrs. García says with a smile. “It was lovely!”

Miguel and you smile, standing next to each other. You feel your husband’s arm around your waist from the back, his warmth seeping into your own body.

“It was a pleasure, Mrs. García. I’m glad you enjoyed it,” you reply, pleased with yourself since the small group of people you invited seemed to have enjoyed themselves.

“Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, but those spider webs! They’re so wonderful. I hope you don’t mind me asking, but where did you buy them?” the older woman asks, her husband looking at the spider webs with interest, too.

You grin, recalling that the very next day after Miguel and you hanged them, the spider webs were a point of discussion around the neighborhood. You can only guess why.

“My mom bought them for us, but I’m not sure where she got them from since they don’t have a company logo or something like that,” you lie, finding it easy to do so because it’s not the first time that you’ve been asked where you got them from. Of course, you had to fabricate some lie because you can’t tell them your husband made them.

“That’s a shame. They’re so wonderful. I was thinking,” Mrs. García starts, staring at one of the spider webs. “They look so much like our superhero’s. It’s as if they were made by Spider-Man himself.”

You grin at that, feeling Miguel’s hand squeeze your side. “They do, don’t they?” Miguel says quietly. “But my mother-in-law got them for us. Where from? Solo Dios sabe [only God knows].”

After cleaning up and completing your night routines, you lay next to Miguel on your shared bed. You can’t help but stare at him with full admiration and love. You find yourself doing that often, wondering how everything led to this beautiful life with this beautiful and gentle man. Smiling, your eyes move over that beautiful chiseled face, loving how cute your husband looks with his reading glasses. You watch him flip the page on his current read, seemingly unaware of his wife’s eyes.

You can’t help yourself — he looks so handsome laying on his side of the bed, shirtless with grey sweatpants as bottoms.

“¿No te han dicho que es de mala educación cuando te le quedas mirando a alguien [Haven’t they told you it’s rude to stare?]?” Miguel asks, smirking softly and looking at you.

And God, no matter how long you’ve been together, that smirk and voice does things to you. Your cheeks feel hot and suddenly you turn shy under your husband’s gaze. “I was just admiring the view,” you confess softly. “Can’t help it.”

Still smirking, Migue places his book on the nightstand and removes his reading glasses. In seconds, he has you straddling his lap with ease. He wraps his arms around your waist, his hands caressing your sides. “Mm, I find myself doing that too often with my lovely wife,” Miguel whispers.

You smile and cup Miguel’s face. “Is that so?”

“Mhm, so much. I’d be a trillionaire if I was paid for looking at you,” he replies, making you chuckle.

“Thank you,” you whisper. “For making the lovely spider webs. I love them so much!” You press a soft kiss to his lips. “You have no idea how many compliments they got and how many times I had to lie about my mom buying them for me, so they wouldn’t get any ideas about where they came from.”

Squeezing your sides, Miguel grins. “Anything for you, preciosa [precious]. And it seems our little white lie worked. Hopefully no one thinks too hard about them, like Mrs. García.”

“’Made by Spider-Man himself’ — she got it right on the head,” you whisper, amused before leaning forward again and pecking Miguel’s lips. “I’m gonna have to thank Spider-Man himself for lending me a hand.”

“Hmm, yeah? I’ve heard he loves cookies and sweet tamales [I think everyone knows these; Latin dish],” Miguel replies in a whisper, brushing his lips against yours, still holding you close. “Perhaps you can thank him like that, with something sweet.”

“Ah, ah,” you tease. “I did have a feeling he has a sweet tooth.”

“The worst,” Miguel answers, grinning. “He loves sweet things… Like his sweet wife, who has the sweetest lips, voice, and….” Miguel trails off and begins to pepper your face with gentle kisses.

“Hmm, what were you going to say there, arañita [little spider]?” you ask, amused, while Miguel continues showering you with kisses.

Pulling back, Miguel smiles. “The sweetest soul I know,” he whispers.

“I don’t think that’s what you were going to say.”

Miguel chuckles. “No, but it’s the truth all the same. You’re the sweetest and I’m so thankful to be yours,” he adds, his hands moving to your ass, squeezing gently, before leaning forward to kiss you slowly, tenderly, and lovingly on the lips.

You kiss him back, still cupping his face. “I love you,” you whisper against his lips when you pause the kiss just to tell him that.

“Y yo a ti, mi vida [and I you, my life],” Miguel replies in a whisper. “Te amo [I love you].”

You kiss again before you pull back, feeling something poking you. You grin. “Spider-Man really does love sweet things, hm?”

“Mhm, he has a craving for something sweet right now,” Miguel answers.

“Did you know Spider-Man's wife loves it when her husband wears grey sweatpants?”

“I may or may not know that,” Miguel murmurs, using a hand to caress your cheek with a mischievous grin.

“Something tells me you do know,” you only manage to say before your husband rolls over on top of you to get his sweet tooth satisfied.

A/N: Thank you for reading!!

Alondra❤️

[dixons-sunshine]

Together | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Daryl were thousands of miles away from your home. In an unknown country filled with new threats, you knew that you had to fight for your life—and hour unborn child’s. And you knew that you eventually had to tell Daryl about it, too.

Genre: Angst? Fluff? I don’t even know.

Era: France

Warnings: Swearing, canon typical violence, pregnancy, probably inaccuracies in this regarding the episode.

Word count: 1k

A/N: Requested by @holdmytesseract. This is the request you sent my way a long time ago lol. I hope you like this! Also, I’m sorry if this might be inaccurate regarding the episode. I haven’t watched it in a hot minute and did not have the time to watch it again, so I had to improvise on what I remembered.

Everything was happening so fast. One moment, you and Daryl were walking away from the monastery, your respective bags slung over your shoulders and well on your way to… you did not know, but you knew you were going away from the community of nuns. The next moment, you and Daryl were rushing back towards the very same community, weapons raised and helping to fight off the onslaught of bad people that had infiltrated their defences.

Admittedly, although you were focused on helping the nuns defend the only home they had left in the world run by the undead, your mind kept wandering back to the fact that you needed to take as little damage as possible. You could not get hurt. Not now, and not anytime in the near future. You could not risk it—your baby’s safety depended on it.

Your baby. Those words still felt so surreal for you to say. Under normal circumstances, you would have been over the moon with joy at the prospect of starting a family, but the realization had come at the worst of times. You were in a different country, thousands of miles away from your home and your family with seemingly no way of getting back, so the news did not exactly serve to make anyone feel better, and it would only ensure that more stress get placed on not only your shoulders, but Daryl’s as well.

It was your worry that had prohibited you from telling the crossbow-wielding archer of his impending fatherhood, and now you were in yet another life-threatening situation with no guarantees of survival. You promised yourself that if you lived through this, the first thing you would tell Daryl was that you were pregnant.

With your gun raised in front of you, sister Isabelle followed closely behind you as you rushed further into the garden. Your eyes momentarily found your husband’s figure fighting off one of the guys, and although your every instinct told you to go help him, you knew you couldn’t. Isabelle had asked you to help her ensure that Laurent stayed safe, and you were not one to unnecessarily endanger a child’s life.

“Where did you say you put him?!” you yelled to sister Isabelle over the deafening sounds of gun shots being fired, shooting an approaching walker in the head.

Isabelle pulled you aside to hide behind one of the walls when a bullet flew dangerously close to the two of you, her heart practically beating out of her chest. “Towards that building with that secret room where you and Daryl saw our weapons.”

“That’s on the other side of this place!” you exclaimed, your eyes widening as your mind scrambled to think of any sort of plan to get there.

However, your thoughts got cut off by the feeling of someone harshly gripping your shoulder and pulling you back. Unwillingly, a scream left your throat, one that got silenced when a blade got pushed against your neck.

The man’s breath fanned over your cheek, but his attention shifted away from you and towards Isabelle. “Try anything, and the bitch gets it,” he voiced in a thick French accent, deliberately speaking English so that you could understand him as well.

As quickly as the man got his grip on you, it fell away just as quickly. The knife fell from his hand and to the floor with a dull clink, and the man fell down to the floor, nearly taking you with him but you jumped forward just in time. You turned around and saw Daryl standing there, his cerulean eyes filled to the brim with both worry and rage.

You quickly turned around to look at Isabelle. However, you did not even have to say anything. She simply nodded at you, an understanding look in her eyes.

“I’ll go.” With that, she turned around and hurried away, leaving you alone with Daryl.

Daryl’s eyes locked with yours when you spun back around to gaze at him. He gently pulled you behind the wall to relative safety. “Are you—”

“I’m pregnant,” you blurted out, taking both you and Daryl by surprise. You, because you had not intended to say that at that moment, and Daryl because he had not even known you were with child.

“What?” he asked, bewildered and taken off guard.

“I’m pregnant,” you repeated, tears welling up in your eyes. “I’m sorry for not telling you sooner. I was so scared of how you’d react. I just wanted to let you know in case something happened.”

Despite the shock still lingering, and the slight anger at the fact that you had kept it from him, he knew there were far more pressing matters at hand. And despite the situation you both were in, he could not help the small feeling of happiness at the news. However, there would be time to discuss everything later. Right now, his only concern was keeping you safe. His mind went into overdrive, and he was in full protective mode.

“Ain’t nothin’ gon’ happen to ya,” he spoke gruffly. He reloaded his gun and sent you a pointed look. “Stay close to me at all times, okay? We’re gettin’ outta this. You’re gonna be alright. M’gonna make sure of it.”

Despite the tenseness of your predicament, you managed to give him a small, genuine smile. You nodded and made sure to cock your own gun, preparing yourself for what was to come.

“Okay,” you replied softly.

Together, both you and Daryl braced yourselves to keep fighting back against the bad people. You both pushed through and rushed towards where you saw Laurent and Isabelle, and despite the fact that you were battling for your own survival, you felt oddly at peace.

This, you could do. Fighting for your life was not something new to you. You had done so against many forces, from the Governor, to the Terminus people, to Negan, the Whisperers and so many more. You would not go down easily.

And although you and Daryl had a lot to talk about, you knew that everything would work out in the end. It always did. Your love for Daryl was strong, and his love for you might even be stronger. The two of you would get through this, and you would do it together.

[mygloriousmoon]

Work can't end fast enough

Domestic fluff with Jackson!Joel

Jackson!Joel x Reader

Rating: slightly nsfw (suggestive)

word count: 2.3k+

Summary: Joel wants to go back home to his wife but work keeps delaying him.

(Inspired by that episode of Modern Family where random stuff kept cockblocking Jay and Gloria lol)

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It had been a hard month for the both of you. Not just hard in the way this world could be — not just chaos and survival. This was something else. The upsurge of new people in Jackson meant many things had to change in the town you loved, starting with the basic constructions that Joel oversaw. You, meanwhile, worked together with the council in charge of looking over the rations and quotas, as well as the living situation for these new arrivals. Moving around some old ones here and there, changing a rule or two, you looked it over with your diligent heart and a strong desire to give back to the community who had given you this life. One in which you could be privileged enough to worry about things like salt and sugar passing around rather than being another grave, unmarked and forgotten.

Your rubbed your tired eyes over your glasses,  one you and Joel took turns wearing. Your sight landed on your husband, hand on his hips, talking to the young men in charge of doing things he at his age could no longer. You smiled to yourself; he hated admitting that. Always preferred "Well, had to save somethin' for the youngins. Boosts morale." 

It was adorable as much as it was concerning— how much extra work he would take up just to show you that he still got it, the man he met you as, the man you grew older with. Like you needed any convincing at all with how he lit the tendrils of desire inside you every time he looked your way. It would, however, always end with him taking extra rest days which you didn't complain, those days were your favorites: just the two of you, quiet and close, wrapped around each other in bed. Talking. Touching. Loving. 

But the past month… well, the latter hadn’t happened as much as you would’ve liked. But you can't blame anyone, you two were just so busy. Most nights, you would come home and find him knocked out cold in the bed, his shoes not even off. And there were just as many nights you remember falling asleep on the couch and waking up in the bed, the other side cold and empty. 

You missed him. 

Joel turned his head to the window, as if he heard you thinking about him. When his eyes met yours he smiled. The kind that instantly made his face 10 times warmer. It melted you instantly. You missed his warmth. 

He gave you a little wave, subtle, almost shy — careful not to let the boys notice, then turned back to his work, the stoic expression returning again.

You stand up abruptly from your desk. Housing meeting be damned, you were going to sleep with your husband.

-

"That ain't how ya mix concrete." Joel grumbles, grabbing the shovel from one of the boys. "Here, lemme show ya how it's done. Back in my day, we had this tool called—ah, forget it. Just watch how I do it."

"Your wife." The scrawny one mumbled. 

"Whatd'ya say?" He frowns glancing up from his work. The biy nodded behind him. Joel whips his head back and there you are, walking towards him, arms wrapped around yourself. You give him a little smile, which feels private regardless of the 6 other pair of eyes on you. 

He lets the shovel fall to the ground and walks on up to you. 

"Hey, you alright?" He wipes at the ink smudge on your cheek. You have been working so hard. He would have told you how proud of you he is if he had any time. You look tired and god knows he looks like he could use some sleep. But he knows this town needs you and him. So he doesn't complain. Even though he misses you a lot. Going to sleep without asking you how your day was or waking up to a cold pillow was hell, even though his body got the message late he managed to take care of himself in the quiet moments in the shower, thinking of you.

You nod, "I am Joel. You have eyebags. I should be the one asking you."

He laughs softly, "You come 'round here just to make fun of me? I’ll have you know half that’s from worryin’ ‘bout you. Came home late last night?"

"Yes... this thing is taking more time than I thought. Wish I had a damn calculator that I didn't have to bump every other time I needed something new done." 

"I'll tell the patrol team to look out for one next time." 

"Joel?" You said softly.

"Hmm?" 

You looked up at him, shy smile on your face. He recognized that look instantly; he felt blood rushing to a place quite inappropriate for the time and place. He felt stupid that this could even happen to him at this age. You could still make him feel like that.

"Think you can make it back home early tonight?" You paused. Joel remained quiet, wanting you to lead the moment. "I will try as well. Since, you know-"

His eyebrows shot up in a faux cluelessness. You smile, flustured.

"Well, I want you."

He couldn't help the smirk that followed, "That so?"

"A lot. Do you?" 

"Hon, you got no idea—if it weren't for all these folks 'round us right now..." he shot a discreet glance back, "I'd have you backed up 'gainst that wall, lettin' you know exactly how I feel."

You feel your cheeks warm as you cough to cover it up, eyes darting to the teenagers behind him, trying way too hard to act uninterested in whatever you two were whispering. You gave Joel's shoulder a loud pat. "Alright Miller, get the job done." You leaned forward to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Don't make me wait." You added in a whisper, watching the familiar sparkle in his eyes return. 

"Will do Mrs. Miller, I'll see you at home."

-

Joel could not have been faster if he had been 10 years younger. He made a mental list of the things he had to move along. 

Laying foundation on this house.

Framing the house on that street. 

Deliver blueprints to Tommy.

The list went on. Normally he would have found this therapeutic, going along the list one by one at the pace he liked. 

But today, no. Today he was on a mission.

"Goddammit, give me that damn trowel!" He snatched the tool of the hand of the unfortunate fool who had the bad luck of being right in front of him. He wasn't doing nothing wrong, just was too goddamn slow. He bent down too quickly, knees cracking in a pop that had the younger man looking at him in concern. But Joel just continued on, quietly with a pace, the younger man couldn't help but admire.

"Quit starin' and grab the other one—get to work, we ain't got all day." 

-

"Boy, I swear—if you turn that board one more time, I'm goin' to lose my damn mind. That ain't a puzzle, it's a board. Set it down and drill it!" Joel barked out.

"I'm just double-checking the marks, Joel. I don't wanna mess it up." The guy, Trevor, defended himself.

"I want that sill plate down and bolted by the time I return back from Tommy's—or so help me god, I'll put this whole frame up myself with one bad knee and a box of rusty nails." 

"Woah Joel, chill out." Trevor looked over at the older man, "You got somewhere to be? Why you barking at me all of a sudden?"

Joel rubbed his forehead, exasperated. "My bad. Just get it done 'fore I'm back."

"Roger that." he chuckled.

-

"You okay Joel? You're all huffing and puffing. The stairs did a number on you?" Tommy chuckled, opening the door wider to his older brother. Joel just shot him a glare before shaking his head as he walked past him.

"Blueprints. Four houses—down the street. Need your signature here." He dropped the materials on the table and turned to his brother impatiently.

"Woah woah woah. Brother you just got here, sit down. You look like you'll blow up your lungs."

"Not today Tommy I just need you to get at that pen of yours-"

"Joel, wait." He grabs the prints from the table. "These need to laid over on top of the older print so we can tell where all the pipeline goes."

"Alright then you get on with it-"

"Yeah well I'm going to do this once I deliver these boxes to the canteen."

Joel exhaled hard through his nose. He glanced at the boxes — two of them, not that big — then back at Tommy like he was considering murder. "Give me the damn boxes."

"What? No, I got it—"

But Joel was already picking them up, one under each arm like they weighed nothing. "Ain’t got time to crawl through the day with you."

He was halfway out the door before Tommy could reply, boots thudding on the wood.

"What's with you getting all snippy on me?"

"Missus waiting." was all he said.

"C’mon now, don’t tell me you’re runnin’ off just ‘cause you miss her."

Joel stopped just outside the door, back still to him. "Got somewhere better to be, that’s all." And with that, he disappeared down the steps , quick, purposeful, stubborn as hell. 

Tommy just shook his head, chuckling to himself. "Old man’s still got it bad."

-

He could not push open the door faster. He took off his work boots to the side carelessly. 

"Honey I'm home." He hoped his eagerness didn't seep through too much. He looked forward to seeing you, the thought of you waiting here, warm and soft, laid out just the way you get... it made the work even more distracting to say the least.

He stepped into the room, his coat barely off his shoulder when his eyes caught to your hunched over a mess of paperwork on the table. You looked up at him, your eyes apologetic. 

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry... I'll be done soon just—" you sighed, rubbing your forehead. 

He walked over to you slowly. "It's alright my dear." He smiled softly, pulling a chair next to you. "Mind if I take a look?" You scooted your arm so that he could look over. "Gimme that." He gently took the glasses off your nose and put it on himself. "Let's see... hmm—" he rubbed along his chin looking over the papers carefully. "Deer this season, right right... dry rations look alright as well."

You watched him immerse himself in your work with a smile on your face. He looked so good like this. This was just how he was, making your life easier, a little more bearable, always finding a way to lighten your load. You leaned in to kiss his cheeks unable to help yourself. He smiled, eyes still reading the list carefully. 

"Beans, rice... yes, in order." You kissed along his jaw now as he listed the items one by one, suddenly overcome by this desire to have as much of his space as possible.

"Wheat— fuck darlin'" he grunted as your hand slowly unbuttoned his shirt, slow and purposeful. your mouth still hungry on his neck. 

"What?" You whispered along his neck during the little time you separated your mouth from him, "Don't act so coy now. Like I didn't see you barking orders all day today." 

He turned his head slowly to you, wanting to catch your mouth. "Don't wanna tire ya out sweetheart, know you had a long day." 

"What a gentleman," you smiled, biting your lips. "Never too tired for you." You wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

Joel turned fully, big hands anchoring your waist, pulling you closer, off the chair then finally to his lap. He pressed his mouth on you all desperate, like he was starving all day.

"God, I been thinkin’ ‘bout you all damn day... You can’t just show up at a man’s job, sayin’ you want him, like that ain’t the kinda thing that’ll knock a man clean off whatever he was doin’." He whispers gently between kisses.

"Maybe I wanted to knock you around a little." You smile, your practiced hands already getting rid of his shirt, fingers brushing skin like you know exactly where he needs to be touched.

"I was tryin’ to take it slow. Be respectable."

You laugh softly, brushing your nose against his. "When have you ever taken anything slow with me?"

He smirks, hand sliding around your waist. "First date. You had your hair down, in that god awful bar back in Boston."

You raise a brow. "You kissed me in that alley twenty minutes later."

Joel shrugs like that proves his point. "Felt slow at the time."

That makes you both laugh, heat and affection tangled up together. Then you shift your weight against him. You moan softly when you feel him below you. "I missed you so much." you murmur, all teasing melted into truth now, your voice quieter as your lips graze his neck.

He pauses for a second. "I missed you too." He says. It comes out quiet, earnest, like a truth he never says unless he means it down to the bone.

"Take me to bed cowboy." 

He smirks, "and your work?"

"I gotta take care of you first."

He let out a quiet breath— not quite a laugh, more like a surrender. "Darlin’..." His voice was rough, cracked open at the edges.

You didn’t need more words.

Joel stood, arms firm under you, lifting you like you weighed nothing. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively as he carried you to your shared bed. Every step was steady, like this was the part of the day he trusted most— not the work, not the talk, just this.

At the foot of the bed, he paused for half a beat, forehead resting lightly against yours. His voice dropped lower than a whisper.

"Ain’t nothin’ more important than gettin’ home to you."

Then he laid you down gently.

And for the first time all day, Joel finally let himself slow down.

[curseofbunny]

things on my miraculous rewatch that i am noticing that are just. funny and help make things make sense in my brain

chloe and alya are both reaaaaally big into superheroes, alya with majestia as we all know and chloe not seeming to have had a favorite until ladybug/replacing her previous favorite entirely with ladybug if she had one, and chloe and sabrina being cosplayers.

it also seems like chloe is really good at making props and pretty passable at video editing, given malediktator and her 'lair' up on the roof/balcony. all of that background props for her little documentary (which is as endearing to me as it is lightly cringe-worthy, i love chloe so so much) were handmade and honestly looked really good, they must have taken aaaaages to make. me and my friend were also noticing that max looked upset during the 'making fun of chloe' scene in malediktator after chloe got hurt by sabrina laughing at her, and we were joking that he was disappointed it got turned off because the editing was good

kim really liked the alec cataldi's show 'alternative truth' in kwamibuster. him liking and looking up to alec cataldi makes so much sense for why his character is the way it is, why he does the dares and the teasing. it's really interesting seeing how the childhood bullying/harassment alec went through shaped his life, and then he in turn continued the cycle on a massive scale to the point where it could be said that he influenced more people to act just like him. i am not even coming into this from a salt perspective, it's entirely just fascinating that in that little bit from a s3 episode we can see part of why he is the way he is

chloe watching the news is such a common experience she's a news girliieeee i love that for herrr

accidentally got a fixation on how the tv studio in universe works. alec cataldi is a catty gay guy who runs a bunch of random slot-filler garbage tv. nadja chamack is a (seemingly single) mother, friend of sabine's, who is the primary news anchor. clara contard is her primary correspondent, who according to the wiki has an unnamed boyfriend/husband (i'm going to go with boyfriend) and unnamed son. obsessed with these three they're so good i love the ~vibes~ of the station crew

all problems in the later few seasons of the show would be lessened greatly if we let Luka Murder Bob Roth!!!

psychomedian should have been a season 2 episode. the plot, the vibes, the marinette characterization. everything besides the flashbacks in the beginning scream earlier actions. also they used flashbacks from the puppeteer 2 in that episode. which makes me confused. so the end lesson for mari in that ep was that adrien isn't good with jokes, and kind of wants to try being more serious because the girl he liked wasn't into funny guys. by using a clip from that episode, and specifically the clip where they're talking from the end of it from that same conversation where he says he doesn't get jokes very well, mari in psychomedian then extrapolates from a single video mention that nino showed adrien that clearly adrien is a huge huge superfan of harry's, and proceeded to hype herself up to try and do a comedy routine that is so specific and embarrassing that i physically couldn't watch that. girl do you even listen to the words from his mouthhh. i would have had less issues with this if that flashback didn't make me go "huh whats that from i've never seen that episode" and paused in the first minute of psychomedian to go watch the puppeter 2, then circled back to psychomedian, and only one of those episodes felt like they deserved to take place in the latter half of the show. on god.

back to the news crew tee em but this retroactively gives a lot of insight to me on how chloe and kim could have been friends and how their friend group was structured before a combination of marinette/ladybug and rampant akumatizations and teenage hormones destroyed the friend group over the course of season one and beginning of season two, but like. chloe and sabrina long term friends with their own particular dynamic and sabrina's crush on chloe. chloe is a news girlie and a superhero fan but keeps her cosplays on the low, only sharing that part of her life with sabrina. kim likes watching tv, specifically the more gossipy/gameshow type things. max is glued to kim's side and is his very close friend, and probably also liked working on nerd stuff with sabrina. alix was probably lumped in because she's athletic and friends with kim, and even if she isn't chloe's biggest fan they can still commiserate about being rich girls together. i know i'm extrapolating and halfway just wishing this was how it was, but it really did feel like that was the it group until they started slowly breaking off and chlobrina got isolated and then chloe got further isolated. in a perfect world this friend group would have stuck together and lila just joined the fold as a baby it girl trying to show off.

i'll shush for now but those are some babbles thank you for letting me refuse to shut the fuck up *bows* *bows*

[marisandini-chu-blog]

Time for some TBHX episode 8

Last episode was... in one word; depressing

It hurts so much to watch the sudden realization that Yang Chen was made into a puppet.

I made a theory about that I think of the last episode is going for. Yang Chen (who I believe is the E-Soul who won) might be a puppet for Yan Shun. But even misguided, YC had fought E-Soul because he believe he and his team caused Shang Chao's death because of their rivalry.

His assumption push him to the wrong path, but what made it a tragedy is... he made the choice with a good heart.

That he choose to become a hero of retribution that stood against evil and injustice... only to realize too late he was made into a bullet aim at an innocent man.

I have faith that his sense of justice is not gone. Not yet. I think there's still hope for him to do the right choice (and no, I don't think he killed Moon either)

And don't get me started on Xia Qing. My girl deserve better than this 😭.

I swear, I felt the loneliness when watching her seated between two empty seat. Heck, even Shang Chao deserve better

Unfortuntely, we didn't sign ourselves up for a happy-go-lucky story. Instead we choose to obsses over a Greek Tragedy, and we have no one to blame but ourselves.

Now let's see how our first heroine in the series is gonna make us cry next.

Classic TBHX, starting with a tragedy

Liu Zhen. I follow your energy, but I don't know about impersonating into First Responder is really the way...

We do love a renegade journalist. Continue, Sir

BABY CYAN!!!!!

The Director (I don't think we've been introduced their name yet) is... surprisingly a really sincere guy to open an orphanage.

CONSPIRACY!!!

So Liu Zhen believe the plane was deliberately abadoned for some 'unknown' reason.

I can see the Editor's point of view though. As a news publisher, you can't just make assumption without proof. That's a breeding ground for conspiracy theorist. And conspiracy can swing from either be close to the truth or wildly out of the ballpark without collecting the appropiate information.

So simply point fingers from flimsy evidence is really not the way to get people to listen, Liu Zhen

Though this is a different case if there's actual proof there in the story that support, and you got censored — the storytelling is a bit too ambiguous for me tell clearly the intention of it

Oooooh, so you're not the only conspiracy theorist around...

Oh no...

LIU ZHEN ARE YOU GOING TO FUCKING JOIN SPOTLIGHT?! HECK, DID YOU BUILD THEM?! WHAT THE FUCK?!

Also "it was caused by the whirlpool conflict between heroes" is an interesting statement. So there has been a period of beef against heroes that it's causing visible discourse for people to notice. A bit of an Hero Anarch era.

So Lucky Cyan is actually lucky lucky?!

I can only imagine the kind of family she must have had to believe she brings fortune the moment she was birthed

CYAN! BABY! HOW CRAZY IS YOUR LUCK?!

Wait... is Cyan supposed to find an actual treasure? In the middle of the city???

...honestly, I can't lie. This was an expected course of action for an adult to try on her luck next

...and does changing location really helps grow your husband hair, lady? At this rate, this is more supersticion than anything

And not gonna lie, for a girl to ask Cyan to eat the best looking man is funny. It's innapropiate, but funny.

BUT HOLY FUCK?! DO NONE OF THEM HAVE ANY SHAME?!?!

Shit, she's gonna be deified at this rate...

The whole reason for the Commission's existence is to keep people from being turn into a diety. Cyan is concerningly becoming a girl the Commission would try to get rid off...

I KNEW SHE'S GONNA BE DIEFIED!!!

SOMEBODY PROTECT MY GIRL PLEASE! GET THAT MAID AWAY FROM HER!

Oh... OH! So the Director is... not just decent, he's good!

Since this is TBHX, I don't trust this good-will will last forever

But it's great to see at some point Cyan has one adult who truly saw her through her needs...

I TAKE IT BACK! I WAS SO WRONG! HE'S WORST! HE IS ABSOLUTELY WORST OMG!

HOW CAN SOMEBODY BE THIS WORST, OH MY FREAKING GOD!!!

YOU TURN YOUR WARD INTO A FUCKING IDOL, ARE YOU INSANE?!?!?

The most disturbing thing about all this... is that this is his version of "spreading good will and help" to society.

Director, you delusional sick fuck.

QUEEN! MY QUEEN!!! OH MY GOD WE FINALLY SEE HER ON SCREEN!

Oooooh, so her declaration for order is something that's based on the current inter-heroes conflict that's been putting society in a bit disaray

Queen lore already?! So she's adopted by Liu Zhen, while Cyan is the Director's ward.

Hmmm? Interesting so we had a Top Hero Couple before... implicated in a scandal...

It goes to question if the scandal was made to tear them down from the number one spot...

...or the couple has been struggling with a Nice-Moon stituation that ended up hiting a wall.

Like, it makes sense for heroes who failed to climb up would instead try to tear each other down. Scandals would be everywhere at some point in time.

Enlighter must have had some lucrative period at some point

...i'm gonna say it.

BABY LUO! YOU'RE ADORABLE!!!

Good luck and bad luck in the same space? Classic yet interesting recipe going for!

The fact that there's 10 people who believed you're a calamity is so sad...

"Curse of Good Luck" is such an interesting but true concept

A new song you say???

Cyan... darling... sweeheart... are you going to do something that will make me proud?

FUCK YEAH CALAMITY BOY BRINGING IN THE ELECTRIC GUITAR AND HE'S ROCKING!!!!

TEAR THAT FACELESS IDOL AND BE YOUR OWN IDOL, CYAN!!! I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!!!!

THEY WERE READY TO RUN AWAY WITH THAT ROLLER BLADES!!!

No...

What the fuck are you, Director?!

...

Okay, okay, I'm gonna have to say this first.

LUOCYAN IS MY OTP SHIP!!! OMG I CAN'T! I CAN'T BE NORMAL ABOUT THEM!!! HOLY FUCK THIS IS THE FIRST SHIP IN TBHX THAT WILL TEAR MY HEART APART? ISN'T IT?! I'M GONNA CRY MY HEART OUT AND I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS DAMN SHIP!!!

Like Moonling and the 3-Soul are interesting ships and dynamic. But they were all more interesting as individuals in my opinion.

This though? This dynamic has shot me straight to my heart like a cupid's arrow, and I am ready to get my heart broken.

Because what do you mean he showed Cyan how to make mistake like a human?

What do you mean he perform with her at her first concert in order to shove a stick up the cult's ass and rebelled together?!

What do you mean he took her hand to free her?!

[thanksbutno98]

A Little Sweetness

John Price x fem!reader

Authors note: This was tough to write because of how close to home it hits for me. I highly suggest reading the warning as I never intend my work to trigger anyone or cause an ED episode.

Summary: After Paul moves into his new flat, you and your husband, John Price, are left to discuss what truly happened to his sister in their childhood.

Warning: EATING DISORDER, body shaming, eating disorder talked about in depth, bulimia, favoritism, sexism, abusive mother, neglect, child abuse, not edited.

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Saturdays evenings use to be filled with parties and a night out with friends. Loud music persuading you to dance in provocative ways and the flow of alcohol to loosen you up. It was all leading to a heavy sleep when your head hit your pillow.

Now a-days loud music was the bluey theme song and milk was chugged in your home and lead to a blissful nap. With three children you were happy to be in bed by ten and asleep by eleven. Tonight was the first night that Paul, John’s father had not been here.

That morning Paul had moved into his new flat, a divorced man. He left behind happy grand children and his son who was torn up inside. The promise of new beginnings were muttered hopefully by all his children. His youngest daughter sobbed in relief over the split and asked if she’d finally have the father he always promised to be.

You and John thought you would need to occupy your children since their grandad wasn’t there to entertain them but that was not the case. Jj was playing fifa online with his friends in the living room while Evelyn had her room back after almost three weeks. Lily was fast asleep in her room leaving you and John to your own devices tonight.

John was sitting on his side of the bed with his back resting against the cushioned head board. His legs were under the covers and you had interrupted him from picking out a movie for you two to watch. He was in his pajamas already which consisted of plaid grey pants, a black t-shirt that sat forgotten on the end of the bed leaving his chest bare.

You had just slipped into it and were complimented in your choice of attire. John thought you looked breath taking in his shirt and those pink pajama pants you found on sale last week. With your hair damp from your shower and little skin patches under your eyes, you were still the most divine woman to have ever walked this earth.

“Do you think we could talk about something that might upset you?” Your words had John mindlessly putting the remote down on his nightstand and giving you his full attention.

The movie the cursor stayed on began to play lightly in the background; the two of you being subjected to the begining of ‘The Departed.’ John didn’t mind, it was the movie he was going to ask if you were okay with watching with him.

“How upset?” John asked, head tilting to the side and a tug of a smile gracing the corners of his lips.

“Your dad said something that had me a little worried. I’m not sure if it’s a sore subject, please tell me if it’s too much. I don’t want to upset you.” John’s shoulders sagged along with the mattress as you sat at the foot of the bed in front of him. You were sitting criss cross and just peeling the little gold patches from under your eyes off. Your skin looked silky soft and John attributed how young you always looked to how well you took care of yourself.

“It’s the comment he made about Sarah isn’t it.” John knew this was coming, he wasn’t a fool.

“It is. I mean do I need to ask the question? Or?” You gave John an awkward opened mouth smile. He could see you didn’t want to stick your nose where it didn’t belong but the safety of your youngest daughter had been brought up and of course you would have questions.

One of the last serious conversations Paul left on was apologizing to John about being a father who had failed him at times. In the mix of it all you were both advised to not leave Lily in Mary’s care. Through this John was told that it might end up like how things with Sarah did and you didn’t understand what that meant. The comment seemed to hit John to a point that he clammed up and was unable to give more than a few word answers.

“I don’t think it’s my place to go into detail.” John paused and grabbed the remote to mute the television.

“I don’t need you to tell me anything that’s none of my business. I respect you and especially Sarah’s privacy.” You quickly added but John already knew that about you. John knew you well enough that if something wasn’t your business you left it all alone, drama wasn’t your style.

“I know, darling. But you have a right to know some of it. You just have to promise you won’t utter a word to Sarah. It’s something to personal to her I don’t think I could look her in the eyes knowing I spilled her secret.” John’s soft expression turned into his stoic face where he wasn’t going to allow you to see how his words actually made him feel.

Shit. This was going to be bad and you knew that based off of how serious John was taking this.

“I promise. And if you need to get anything or everything off your chest I promise it’ll all be safe with me. I’d never ever say a word.” You babbled this out, knowing how sacred John’s secrets were. You would never betray his trust, but having been backstabbed and double crossed as part of his profession you understood why he could be weary at times.

“You’re the definition of a vault, my love. One of the reasons I married you.” John smiled weakly at you as a way to tell you he had no doubt in you. It was just a needed precaution. Then his face dropped, like it did the day he told you he needed to leave for a week right before Lily was born.

“My mum had a different way of punishing Sarah versus the way me, Harrison, and Grey got it. Dad would whoop us or they would have us run a mile as punishment.” John spoke nonchalantly as he recounted his childhood and how punishments were fulfilled in their home. You already knew these things but it still pained you to hear them. Knowing John was running a mile by the time he was seven when he acted up and a beating wasn’t enough to knock some sense into him.

“With Sarah. . . Well mum limited her food because she was a girl and girls should never be hit. At least that was her reasoning. She’d send Sarah to bed without dinner whenever she acted up and when mum was particularly cross she’d call Sarah fat and that clearly skipping a meal wasn’t enough to get her to not be so. . .” John looked like he was going to be sick as he tried to get himself to say the word. Clearly ‘fat’ wasn’t the taboo word but the one he was gearing up to say was the truly hurtful insult that was hurled at Sarah.

“Chubby.” John was pained to say that aloud and he hated that his sister name and that words were used so close together.

You sat there playing with the hem of John’s shirt and feeling a sickness invade your body. As a woman yourself you felt sympathetic to the topic at hand. You’d been subjected to the impossible body standards and compared yourself to them endlessly like most young girls do. It had been your own battle and journey to find what it meant to be comfortable in your skin.

The fact Sarah was your closest friend here in the UK only made it hurt worse because you truly loved her. She’d been your closest friend through every pregnancy, every deployment, each time you thought you weren’t good enough. And now here you were learning a truth about her she had and would never share with anymore.

“So when my dad said to never leave Lily in my mums care, he was telling us she’d leave her hungry.” John’s tongue poked his cheek as his eyes shifted to look down at his hands.

He was only scratching the surface of the true problem but he wasn’t sure he’d be able to tell you the whole truth. He knew you could handle it and Sarah would never know, but he wasn’t sure he was able to talk about it. John also knew deep down if anyone was to know this about her she’d want it to be you. She’d said it to John before that she wished she could tell you but the fact you disliked Mary so much would only burn the bridge fully.

“She’d really send Sarah to her room with no dinner? I thought that was something that only happened in movies.” You couldn’t help the pained and disgusted look that washed over your face. It would never occur to you to do that to your children.

Thinking back to your own childhood, food was a way you and your father had connected. Your father was a horrible cook so you learned with his guiding hand and wanted that to be your chore in the house. It took years but you liked to think you were a pretty good home cook now.

Your dad also took you out wherever you wanted to go on your birthday, the last day of school, an extremely good day, a bad day, the few times you had gotten your heart broken, and sometimes just because it made you happy.

Food had been one of his ways of showing you how special you were and you adopted it as your way of loving people. Cooking for them and spending that time to make things just right, or go out of your way to make an authentic dish from someone’s home country.

John was such a foodie it was one of the reasons he was drawn to you because you truly appreciated good food and learned the ones he loved and made them at home. Although when you first met you were still figuring things out; only being mediocre until Jj was about two. Then you were knocking recipe after recipe out of the park.

To think that your father could have sent you to bed with no dinner had never occurred to you. Yeah your dad was more of a yeller and would tell you he raised you to be better or smarter than whatever the issue was. It just for some reason never occurred to you until now how detrimental punishments like that would be on a child. It started to explain little things you always wondered about Sarah.

The memory of one of the first times you two hung out together flashing in your mind. You chose an Italian restaurant and got straight carbs for dinner and she had a salad. It ended with her ditching the salad and ordering what you had gotten because ‘fuck it, that looks good.’ And you persuaded her into getting a pizza to split and you’d take the rest home to John. She told you how perfect you were for her and you felt successful in winning her over all those years ago.

It was like Sarah needed to give herself permission to eat things. You noticed it with baked goods but especially pasta. That woman loved pasta it was hands down her favorite thing to eat but she hardly ever let herself have it. So you made her favorite pasta dish, with fresh homemade pasta, every year for her birthday and the two of you ate garlic bread, drank wine, and watched trashy tv together as her way of celebrating.

It was tradition at this point that every year that Friday or Saturday of her birthday week you’d do this. John usually joined and so did Collin Sarah’s husband. Instead of a cake Sarah wanted French toast (which you introduced her to) and you’d sing her happy birthday and she’d get the whole dessert to herself while you three had some sweet treats from the local bakery. You always just thought it was a quirk of hers.

“Yeah, mum used food as a punishment a lot with her. Thats what my dad was referencing. Never occurred to me she’d still be doing that or would think about doing it to Lily.” John spoke at his hands.

“John? Do you think that maybe she’s done it to Evie?” You asked a bit scared of your husbands answer.

“I couldn’t say.” John looked up at you and there was something in his eyes that told you he was scared too.

You nodded and got up from your spot and walked over to John. Wrapping your arms around his neck he circled his burly arms around your waist and hugged you from where he sat in bed. With a kiss to the top of his head, then cheek, chin, nose, both eyes, and then lips he was smiling again. Ruffling his hair he nodded after as you walked over to your bedroom door and opened it.

You were both on the same page without a word, it was something that couples who’d been together as long as you possessed. Sometimes words didn’t need to be used because you both knew you had the same outcome in mind.

“Evie, can you come here for a moment.” You called down the hall.

Evelyn’s door was next to yours and you could see it was open. Her sparkly purple radio was playing Taylor Swift at a reasonable level and the star projector you got her, whirling. The neon blue and pink colors reflect out into the hallway and you smiled as you caught a glimpse of your daughter darting out of her room.

She was dressed in John’s green hoodie that almost swallowed her whole and red pajamas pants. She normally had her hair up in a high ponytail because that’s how she liked it but right now her long brown hair was down, silky soft hair bouncing along with her movements. She may look just like you but she had John’s hair and eye color.

Evelyn zoomed out of her room and into yours. Running right past you and diving over John, only to tuck and roll into your bed. You and John both snickered as the little girl wiggled under the covers and got comfy, back leaning against your pillow and a giant grin on her face. Her eyes were locked on you but her right hand was pulling open your nightstand drawer and digging through it. You knew she was looking for the chocolates you stashed in there but you didn’t mind her having one or two.

“If we’re having a movie night can we watch the first Narnia movie please. And Jj needs to sit next to daddy this time cuz last time he got to cuddle with you and it’s my turn.” You had to bite your lip to not laugh at how cute and sweet Evelyn was.

You and John loved to watch movies, you always had. It had become tradition that at least once sometimes twice a week you would all sit down on the couch and watch a new movie as a family. The rarer times you’d all pile into your king sized bed and watch something as a family after Lily went to bed since the toddler could be quite fearful. It was cute that your daughter thought this was what you wanted.

“We aren’t watching a movie.” John laughed only for Evelyn’s eyebrows to knit together and a pout form on her lips. The sour look faded fast as she pulled out a circular chocolate and unwrapped it quickly, then popped it into her mouth.

“Then why’d I get called in here. I swear I didn’t do whatever you think I did.” Evelyn covered her mouth as she spoke around the sweet treat.

It had John letting out a pitiful chuckle and glancing at you that her next thought was that she was in trouble. With no hesitation John grabbed Evelyn by her waist, lifted her over his head and tossed her to the foot of the bed. A joyous squeal echoed in your room as Evelyn bounced against the mattress and sat up criss cross now. She tossed the empty wrapper at John, who crumpled it up after he read the little inspirational message on the inside.

‘Life’s better with a little sweetness.’

John was going to take that for what it was and decided that being sweet in this moment might benefit you all greatly. It would be for you and his daughter but honestly it felt natural to be sweet and light around the two of you. After all you and Evelyn were so much alike and had that same disarming quality.

“You’re not in trouble, I think your mums just got a quick question.” John chuckled and gave his oldest daughter a wink. Evelyn blinked both her eyes at John and then tried to practice winking, only to give up.

“Okay.” Evelyn looked at you with a bright smile so you came and sat on the foot of the bed next to her and brushed her unruly hair behind her ear.

“Ya’know you’re so beautiful and smart.” You told your little girl. Finding her to be one of the most captivating people you had the pleasure of knowing let alone raising.

“And funny too!” She added.

“And funny.” John agreed with a chuckle, arms crossed over his bare chest.

“I was just wondering, when you went over to Nans and got in trouble did she ever not tell me or your dad?” You asked not wanting to put any words into your daughter’s mouth.

“Oh yeah! She never told you guys cuz she didn’t want us to get in trouble twice.” Evelyn held up two fingers to emphasize her point.

Glancing over at John you both shared a skeptical look. You were hoping Mary wasn’t conniving enough to do that but your gut told you otherwise. You worried it was her way of tricking your daughter into not telling you whatever she’d did and the punishment that followed.

“What did you get in trouble for?” You asked softly, continuing to play with Evelyn’s hair.

“Hmm, mainly not listening. It’s a lot easier to get in trouble with Nan than you or daddy.” With wide eyes Evelyn’s look glazed over for a split second as if she was lost in a memory.

“Why’s that?” John asked doing his best to hide the worry that was wracking in his chest. You both were doing a great job of staying calm and sweet so your daughter didn’t feel like she was doing anything wrong.

“Well, I would get in trouble because I wanted to rough house with Jj outside but Nan said ‘that’s not very lady like’” Evelyn mimicked her grandmothers voice and fake gagged before she continued.

“Then one time she got mad mad with me because she said I would end up with prince charming because I’m so pretty.” You and John both shared confused looks not quite sure what that meant. It wasn’t an inappropriate comment in fact you’d heard Mary say it in front of you before. You always just scoffed and moved on. Taking it as Mary’s way of telling Evie she was pretty.

“Why would she get mad? Did you say something fresh back?” John asked and you had this sinking feeling in your stomach.

“No, all I said is I won’t have time for Prince Charming because I’ll be an astronaut! She was so mad she didn’t let me have lunch. Said I was just like Auntie Sarah but I don’t know what that means.” Evelyn threw her arms in the air but settled back down quickly as she recounted being compared to John’s sister.

“Was that the first time she didn’t let you have lunch?” You asked, resolve beginning to slip. Showing a glimpse of the horror that was taking over your mind. You felt sick to your stomach that what John had mentioned had made it way into your daughter’s life.

“No, that’s how we got in trouble. Well, me Eli and Elaine.” Evelyn shrugged. She had just listed her other two female cousins that would go over to their Nans along with your children and their other cousins.

“Well, that wasn’t very nice of her. Did Jj ever-“

“Never! The boys hardly get a talking to and when they do that’s about it.” Evelyn cut you off only to have your skin go cold.

“So the boys never got their food taken away? They’d just got an ear full?” You said trying to gather yourself back together but feeling lost on what to say. Evelyn shook her head confirming your suspicion.

You had never noticed any changes in the way Evelyn ate so you hoped it hadn’t affected her. You also never saw Jj acting like he was better than your daughter and part of you felt thankful you stopped letting them go over two years ago but hated yourself for ever allowing them to be there. In fact you were slowly starting to feel shame trickle down your throat, that you hadn’t trusted your better judgment and let John persuade you into leaving your children with his mother.

“Evelyn, I need you to look at me and listen carefully.” John had scooted down the bed and was sitting with his left leg hanging off while the other was tucked under him.

The cover was bunched around his waist and your mind was flooded with worry so consuming you were having trouble getting your head straight. Taking one of Evelyn’s hands John lowered his head slightly and looked at her through his eyebrows. You held your breath not sure if your husband, a man, was equipped to talk about proper eating with your little girl.

“You’re very smart and beautiful to boot-“

“Don’t forget funny.” Evelyn interjected but for the first time tonight John’s seriousness didn’t falter. His voice dropped to a lower octave as he continued on.

Thats when Evenly realized her daddy was being serious and she really did need to listen to him carefully. Her blue eyes locked on to John’s and she nodded, silently telling him she was ready to listen.

“Yes, funny too. I want you to know that it’s not okay for you to be skipping meals like that even if it’s a punishment for not listening. I need you to tell us things like that because if you’re not eating properly you won’t grow the way your body needs to.” John said seriously with a ribbon of love and care echoing in his words. You lightly gasped out the breath you were holding and just wanted to cheer at the top of your lungs as how beautifully John had just handled this. God, you loved him so much.

“So I’ll be short like mummy!” Evelyn gasped. Your head snapped and looked at your daughter who still had her eyes locked onto John.

“Hey, I’m not short.” You were taken aback by the comment.

“Compared to daddy you are and I wanna be super tall like him.” Evelyn cast you a raised eyebrow look before going back to paying attention to John.

“Well then you gotta eat when you’re hungry and not skip meals.” John smiled and ruffled Evelyn long brown hair. To him he knew Evelyn was okay and those punishments hadn’t taken a toll on her mind the way they had on his little sister. It was a huge relief but then John realized you may not know that

“Okay, I’m not hungry now but can we go out for breakfast in the morning, please.” Like usual Evelyn was being cunning and like always she wanted to go out for breakfast since it was the one meal you wouldn’t go all out on.

“Yes, I don’t see why not.” John beat you to it and pulled Evelyn by the back of the head and planted a firm kiss to the top of her head. He was smiling ear to ear which confused you since you were still so worried and upset about his mother’s actions.

“Okay! I’m gonna go back to coloring. And if you change your minds about the movie, you know where to find me.” Evelyn stood from her spot and jump to the hardwood floor.

Before her feet met the floor John had grabbed her and tossed her to the other side of the bed. She squealed, giggled, screamed ‘daddy’ and then tried to fake John out, to get by him only for him to swat her with his pillow. She flopped onto her back and then rolled off the edge on your side and ran around the bed out of John’s reach and toward the door.

“Shut the door please.” You called and Evelyn did as you asked. Her giggles floating past the thick wooden door and fading into her bedroom.

“How has she only gotten cuter?” John asked you with a melancholic look. You could see he wanted to deflect because now he had to face that his mothers poor parenting with his sister had reared it head in your daughters life.

“John.” You whispered. Reaching out and combing your fingers through his hair. The touch had his former silliness crumbling in a moment. You watched the flood gates open and John was no longer able to hold it anymore. Your face dropped and you felt shocked and worried, watching his stoic demeanor turn to dust in an instant.

“Fuck, I’ve been such a shitty father never telling you this. I really thought my mum learned after everything with Sarah.” John placed his face in his hands and breathed heavily.

John had never spoken to another soul about this and told himself he’d die before these words left his lips. The pain and the guilt was too great all of a sudden and John felt like he may just burst. Never had these feelings felt so volatile since the first day he was damned with them; but with your loving eyes on him he was about to empty himself of this burden even if you weren’t prepared. He felt like an ice cube melting against a burning hot skillet, known as his wife’s warm and unwavering love.

The memories of Sarah’s chubby face when they were little becoming gaunt by the time they were teens. How when she was in trouble she’d be sent to bed with no dinner often.

By the time she was eight and John was almost ten Sarah would refuse a meal or snack when Mary wasn’t home and say she didn’t deserve it; that she’d been naughty. John would then try and convince her to eat the snack and when she wouldn’t he’d eat it but feel guilty about it; too young and confused by why he felt that way.

Then when he was a teenager he’d come home after going out with friends to her refusing to eat the food he brought her back. She’d be sitting in her favorite spot in the living room and read while John flicked the television on and ate the food next to her. She always cracked after the first bite when their mother wasn’t home and devoured the food.

Then after she ate the greasy food she’d tell John she was too fat and was watching her weight although she was skinnier than he thought normal. The amount of time he heard her go get sick after was countless.

Then the memory of how they use to go on runs together as John geared up for boot camp came to his mind. How Sarah would push herself to her limit every time and sometimes just break down and cry on the front lawn when they got back. John would sit there confused but deep down knowing what was happening without the words or knowledge to put a name to it.

One of the first nights he spent away from home he had gotten a phone call from Sarah who was crying to him because Mary had shamed her at the dinner table for having seconds. She cried how she missed John and it was hell being the only one left in the house with their parents. Cussing at him and claiming he abandoned her like she meant nothing to him.

By the time John had gotten home from boot camp Sarah had lost so much weight he asked if she was sick instead of saying hello. Sarah claimed to be fine until John got the car keys from his dad and told her they were going for a drive. John stayed quiet and took them to their destination and Sarah broke down and yelled at him for taking them there. Smacking his shoulder and claiming he was a fool who didn’t understand anything.

That night they sat in their fathers car and ate their hearts out together as Sarah cried into her food. John decided they’d go for a drive every evening and he would tell his mother he missed his little sister and wanted to spend time with her, which was true.

John barely had any money at the time and the money he earned went to filling up the tank and taking his sister out to eat. As Sarah gained weight so she was healthy and no longer skin and bone Mary would make cruel comments until John lost it one evening; saying he’d never come back if Mary didn’t stop. He was still a boy, the age of 16, but he told his parents Sarah wouldn’t have a chance of outliving him if this didn’t stop.

Mary was so shocked by John yelling and standing against her, for the first time she gave him the silent treatment until it was time for him to go back to the military. John begged his brothers to keep an eye on Sarah and to make sure she was okay but, as young people are in their twenties they said ‘yes’ and got preoccupied with their own lives. By the time John was home again he had found out Sarah was in the hospital.

Sarah was so ashamed of the fact she was diagnosed with bulimia and made John promise to never tell anyone. To keep their mother’s cruelty private and her struggles between him and her. She told him she felt like a ‘freak’ and she’d never forgive him if he told anyone.

Grayson and Harrison had no clue of the diagnosis. Mary had told them Sarah was sick with something else to save her own ass. When Sarah had been admitted to the hospital Paul had slept in his car most nights so he could be there for all visiting hours and promised to protect her from now on; but the damage had been done. In typical Paul fashion the problem had gotten so far out of hand there was no way for him to solve it.

Sarah had found herself on treacherous path and would be carrying this baggage the rest of her life. But through her hospital stay was where Sarah found her passion and decided she wanted to be a nurse. That she wouldn’t let any little girl feel like she had before and she would protect others and help them in their times of need.

“Please, don’t hate me when I tell you this.” Bringing his face from his hands John had tears in his eyes.

The turn of events and how John tried to gather himself for what was ten seconds to you was him reliving these horrific memories. It was a flash in his mind that took up minimal time for you but broke him down and consumed him.

You were about to hug John until he started to tell you Sarah’s story. He had trouble getting the words out and at moments just had to cry for a second or two and then pull himself back together. You gave him the room to say it all and cried along side him as he told these horrors.

Finally as he finished telling you these things his eyes had started to turn slightly puffy and red. John was sniffling and you could see just how deep this wound was for him. It was the same way John cried and looked when he spoke of how ashamed he was of himself for missing Lily’s birth. It was a wound that would never close and he’d hurt from it just at the slightest mention of the topic.

“I’m so ashamed I couldn’t protect her. I’ll never forgive myself.” John’s hoarse voice cracked as he leaned forward and clung to you. His strong bulky arms wrapping around your waist and hands splayed on your back to hold you close to him.

“Your parents were suppose to take care of her not you John.” You whispered into his ear and you both cried in each other’s arms.

You couldn’t hide how horrified you were by the truth and how disgusting you found Mary. You didn’t think she could be worse than you thought of her but her secrets had been buried by a family cursed with undying loyalty. With Paul’s departure it seemed as if the heavy weight of protecting her had been lifted.

John unburdening himself was not something easy and it left him feeling like a traitor. Not because you knew how horrible his mother truly was but because Sarah’s secret was not safe with him anymore. He’d betrayed his little sister in all of this and he hated himself for that. As annoying and frustrating as Sarah was to John she needed him and he had spent more than half his life protecting these facts. Protecting her like he couldn’t back them.

These were the reasons Sarah had driven over to your home when you were pregnant with Jj the night John accidentally called you ‘huge.’ She was so up in arms and pissed off at her brother for such deeper reasons than you ever understood. She feared you were like her and that a mistake like that could lead to a detrimental outcome. She’d already claimed you as her best friend and there was no way she could let that fly after John stood by her side.

Your mind swirled with memories of Sarah asking if you actually ate carbs like that all the time. How she told you she felt so good grabbing food with you and you were meant to be her best friend to get late night milkshakes with. She told you one evening that you tended to cook for people as a way of taking care of them and she’d never felt that kind of love before.

It was all making sense now and part of you just wanted to grab your phone and call her so you two could grab ice cream together. With your husband in your arms and feeling the guilt that wracked his body you knew he needed you at this moment. That the guilt he felt for not being able to help his sister when they were young and being blind to the signs were no longer his to hold.

“It’s not your fault.” You whispered and you swore your ears deceived you as John spoke.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to love my mum anymore. I don’t think I have for a very long time. I’ve just been scared of what would happen when I admitted it.”

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My Favorite Expressions in Love Sea Ep. 6

Every week I think I cannot possibly be having a better time with this show than I already am and every week I'm proven wrong. I LOVE IT HERE AND I'M HAVING A GREAT TIME!

Well Mut, I suffer from this condition as well. It's called Permanent Heart Eyes and it's incurable.

This is such a universal expression. Anyone who has ever watched someone they love eat something they cooked for them and enjoy it has made this face. Food is the greatest love language of them all.

Also, very pleasantly surprised to learn that Tongrak is a leftovers girly. I didn't expect him to be and now I love him even more.

Peat really has mastered the shift from 🥺 to 🥰. He does it a lot this episode and it barely takes him a full second each time, I love it.

When I tell you I COULD. NOT. LOVE. THIS. MAN. MORE. We only see him in profile when he delivers the last part of this line but this is a delightfully murderous expression. If I don't get a scene of Mahasamut cussing Prin out I'm going to be so disappointed.

The utter shock at hearing that Mut wants to hear about Tongrak from him. The quiet disbelief. The relief. I can't show it in a screenshot but Tongrak breathes out when Mut says this and his shoulders relax. No one has ever given this man the courtesy of asking directly if they want to know something about him and allowing him to decide if he wants to share things and Mut does it so easily.

The way he marvels at Mahasamut as it sinks in that he gets a choice, that he gets to decide if and how much to tell is just... it's lovely and completely fucking heartbreaking at the same time.

And because he was actually given a choice, he had no choice but to open up. Mut has made him feel so safe and respected that opening up becomes easy.

"Even though they have a complete, loving family with a loving father."

Stab me, it would hurt less.

No expression but the vibe is "I didn't say you could hug me but also I'm going to cling to you for dear life and try to burrow inside of your chest".

This is another one of those scenes that could have its own dedicated post and for which I would hit the picture limit immediately because the expressions were phenomenal and numerous so I'm cutting myself off.

Would you look at that. Tongrak opened up and now we're cuddling and taking a nap inside of the bedroom no one has ever been allowed to enter. Phenomenal. I'm so proud of this sleepy kitten.

Quick, someone google "how to tell your buddy that you're his husband's best friend's new sugar baby" for Mut he's asking for a friend it's him he's the friend.

THE CUTE AGGRESSION IS ETERNAL AND RELENTLESS.

Fort does the scolded puppy face so well.

Well aren't WE a jealous little jellyfish, Khun Tongrak? He's so bitchy I love him so much.

Not pictured: him refusing to speak first when he talks to Connor even though he's the one who called and the 30 different emotions he goes through during that call.

I spy with my little eye TWO jealous lil jellyfish. What's a group of jellyfish called?

*looks*

A bloom. There's a bloom of pouty jealous jellyfish in this house. I do love when "fights" are for silly reasons and everyone involved knows they're being ridiculous.

Side note: I covet this wallpaper. I need it on one of my bedroom walls immediately.

Also, I would like to do my clown check in for the week and point out that Vivi has solid-colored textured pillows and patterned pillows on her couch but Tongrak chose to cuddle the patterned ones.

We finally got to meet Tongrak's niece Meena and oh but she's a darling, precocious little thing. I also look at Mahasamut like this but you have no business doing it, miss thing, you're a baby! Same goes for reading your uncle's novels I say as someone who started reading romance novels when I was about her age.

2.7 seconds apart. I timed it. I'm saying it every week at this point but Peat, I love everything you do with your face.

And I am very quickly growing to love everything Nina does with that cute little face, too. It's good for Meena to see her beloved uncle being so loved by the beautiful man living in his house.

I have so much more to say about Meena but that definitely will get its own post because it's not limited to her facial expressions. There's a lot to unpack in this scene and in the cafe scene with her and Mut.

I mean--do I even need to say anything? I can't wait to reblog every single gif I can find of this scene because it had me screaming into a pillow like Tongrak.

I'm reaaaaally starting to hate the 30 image photo limit because it truly is not enough to capture everything I love in this feast of a show. Prepare to be so sick of me because there WILL be more posts about this episode.

Also, if you'd like to be tagged in my weekly ramblings about micro-expressions, let me know! 💖

[1-800-roflmao]

Finally finished watching Cassandra on Netflix! And I LOVED IT. Overall, I loved it, especially the ending.

Ramblings under cut.

It took me two days to watch the admittedly short entire series due to David, Samira's husband, absolutely driving me up the wall with his dismissive attitude, gaslighting, and just- from episode 1, I was grumbling at my TV to Sam that he's not worth a lick and take the kids and run. By the last episode, he's STILL not worth a lick, but I made it to episode four and had to go for walk cause I could feel my blood pressure rising.

Is David the worst husband in the series? Cause Horst is... David is a coward, but Horst is a monster. I don't like either of them. Horst cheated on his wife, moved his mistress into the house, used dangerous experimental tech on his wife and unborn child, proceeded to demonize said child, hide them, neglect them, and abandon them, neglected and bullied his own son, and-

The husbands in this show are shit. Absolute shit shows, both of them.

ANYWAY, to the main characters! Cassandra and Samira, the mothers. Love them both! I even like AI Cassandra by the end, so I'm not just talking the original human.

Human!Cassandra was an absolute badass of a mother and woman. Her life was filled with strife she didn't choose or invite, but she made do and did what she felt was best. She made mistakes and some morally questionable choices, but she got shit done. Took no shit either. Loved her calling her husband out on his cheating and the fact they both know what gave her cancer, what hurt HER daughter (since we all know Horst didn't claim Margarete).

She made an irrational choice becoming an AI, but it was out of love and the desperation to never abandon her children. She had no faith in Horst, despite pretending and getting her hopes up that one last time that he might do right. He didn't.

A little detail that caught me was when she first saw herself as the AI and her comment about why she was smiling when she feels "so tired and worn out." Horst just explains she looks so much better smiling, so much prettier. He took away part of her autonomy, her choice, her ability to express herself properly, honestly. A piece of her humanity chipped away immediately upon waking.

Made me appreciate she took some control back before all of this by making the switch a dummy switch. She made sure she'd keep some semblence of choice in this defiance of death she chose.

I'm not here to exam and pick apart the show, just gushing, rambling. That last episode really puts all the pieces together nicely and makes it clear Cassandra was a mother first above all, and the AI simply took that to extremes.

Yet, in the end, the AI was able to see reason and figure out where her priorities should lie. Rather than focusing on trying to make and keep a new family, to rejoin her own kids who she abandoned unintentionally through her extreme actions to protect them.

I SOBBED when human Cassandra joined her daughter and she apologized for anbandoning her. SOBBED.

[nonglukest]

Dramas that consumed me in 2024

Out of the many dramas I consumed this year, here are the ones that consumed me the most. They still haunt me in some sort of way. I think about them often. My brain literally still rots. Spoilers may be included under each gif.

I also wanted to work on gif skills so I made some new gifs and added ones I've made in the past.

The Spirealm - 2024

None of these are in any particular order but if I had one series that I thought about the most and felt the most grief over, it was The Spirealm. I will never be over the huge twist with Ruan Lan Zhu and the giant time skip they threw at us. If I let myself think about it, I cry. I still haven't finished the novel but I plan to eventually.

The On1y One - 2024

The loneliness from both of these boys was heartbreaking. They started off at odds, to brothers, to friends, to each others home. I still think about the stolen glances, little touches, their growth and healing. The unresolved feelings in the end hurts me and I pray we get a season two.

Peaceful Property - 2024

Of course Peaceful Property is still relatively fresh but I still think about this found family often.. The added stories of the ghosts were a special touch, I still think and cry about the mysteries that were going on at some of the properties. I thought I was coming into a silly little show but these goobers had me crying almost every episode. Home's english slang will live as react gifs to send to my husband for years to come.

Love in the Big City - 2024

I wish I could have watched LITBC weekly as half of the viewers here did just to have it last longer on my screen but I simply have no self control. It was a bittersweet ending and I find myself thinking about Yeong's relationships quite often. I am still completely heart broken that he pushed Gyu Ho out of his life because he didn't want to hold him back. I do hope that some day they see each other again and resume their life together.

Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo - 2024

This was a heartbreaking drama but with a happy ending. It gave me young boys with traumatic stories who find solace in each other, it gave me a small little snippet of what could be happiness, and it took it away for 12 years. I knew the time skip was coming but it was still devastating.

Jack and Joker - 2024

Jack and Joker is still fresh as well but I ate it up every week. I couldn't hate most of these, what I thought were, complex characters. Everyone did bad things to protect their loved ones. Joke did it for Jack, Tattoo did it for his mom, Save did it for Hope and vice versa. Obviously that doesn't mean I liked their choices. The weeks went by so slow waiting for the next episode.

Mr. Plankton - 2024

I don't like stories like this but I watched it for Woo Do Hwan. It didn't disappoint but i cried for days after finishing it. I cried when I made the gif! This damn beautiful smile! 😭 Hae Jo and Jae Mi had a second chance at love together. I often wonder how they would have lived together if Hae Jo didn't pass on. I wonder about the ways they could have started a family with fertility help or adoption. It hit me hard as well because I struggled with infertility.

Love Sea - 2024

Love Sea was the hottest thing I have ever watched on my tv screen ok. Not only that, I was infatuated with Mahasamut. If nothing else I think about Mahasamut quite often. I think about him protecting Meena. I think about him taking off his collar, so to speak, to knock out Jak.

My Stand In - 2024

Toxic Ming and Cinnamon Roll Joe. I was blind to the color red while watching this to be honest but I won't say I felt bad for Ming until maybe the last few episodes. Joe never got back to his body, and I didn't think he would, but I held onto a little hope that he may. I loved both of these characters, flaws and all. I cannot wait to see Up & Poom in their future project together.

2023 & Beyond

Bloodhounds - 2023

Bloodhounds is where I fell in love with Woo Do Hwan. Episode one where Gun Woo kicked all those bodyguards asses to save his mom is all it took for me to be hooked. This one kept me highly entertained as each episode kept me on the edge of my seat. The bromance was and is probably still my favorite. After I finished this series I started several dramas that couldn't hook me and I had to take a small drama watching break. I CANNOT WAIT for season two.

The Devil Judge - 2021

I need a detailed list of any and all similar series. I'll be honest, it took me a couple episodes to get into this but when I did... well I was done for. In the end, Yo Han leaves and Ga On is left alone. He literally has no one significant in his life now. No parents, No Su Hyeon, No Jeong Ho, No Yo Han, No Elijah. AND I WILL NEVER BE OVER THAT!

Beyond Evil - 2021

This drama has the most satisfying conclusion. Yes, the Dong Sik and Joo Won go onto their separate paths and yes I was sad, but I felt like it had to happen so everyone could move on. The things these two said to or about each other still drive me insane.

A Tale of Thousand Stars - 2021

1000 Stars took me on a journey that broke my heart and by the end healed me. I really need to rewatch this soon so I may be a little fuzzy on it. I didn't feel like the romance was a central part of the plot so I wasn't upset they had only kissed once at end. It was more about Tian and and his journey of self discovery. I remember being floored by the plot twist and I remember sobbing like a bitch.

Guardian - 2018

I put Guardian off for a long time even after I decided to watch it but I ended up loving this drama so much I read the novel series shortly after finishing. For a censored bl, I think the actors did fantastic portraying their feelings for each other. The way they looked at each other, spoke to each other, touched each other. I yearned for more. The drama made it a bromance but it is quite obvious they care for each other.

Currently watching that is consuming me: The Heart Killers, Our Youth, Spare Me Your Mercy. Would these make the list after they were finished airing? I don't know. I also finished Flower of Evil last night and I almost added it to this list but since it hasn't had time to marinate I decided against it.

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Will Halstead (Ft Platonic! Jay Halstead): I'll Call Will 

This was supposed to be short! Why can’t I ever just write a page or two? Oh well- I like how it turned out. I have no medical knowledge and I made shit up.

This is like my People We Love story reversed regarding it being more Platonic Jay x reader than Will x reader.  

You shift and feel Jay’s eyes shoot to you. He had been eyeing you like a bomb that was about to explode since he got to your and Will’s apartment two hours ago. You were trying to ignore him and his detective's gaze, but it was starting to get irritating. “You know if you keep it up, I’m going to take your fun uncle shirt and replace it with a worry wart one.” 

“You’ve been having cramps off and on since I got here, and you don’t look like you feel good.” You roll your eyes at your brother-in-law affectionately. Shooting him an amused look from across the couch and resting your hand on your prominent baby bump. 

“It must be that glow everyone talks about. I'm almost seven months pregnant, Jay. Braxton Hicks is normal.” What you don’t want to tell him as they had been becoming increasingly more uncomfortable. You hadn’t gotten off the couch since he got here because you felt lightheaded with a side of vertigo. “I went to the OB last week for an appointment. They said everything was just fine. No problems, no restrictions.” You tell him and remind yourself.  

You were trying to take the pregnancy in stride. People had babies in fields for years but it didn’t mean you didn’t get nervous sometimes. You had never been pregnant before and didn’t know what to expect and you had learned the hard way that Will was not the one to ask. He was a wealth of information. Too much information. It often made your anxiety worse after talking to him rather than better. He had too many horror stories from the ED.  

Jay looked unconvinced but dropped the subject and went back to watching the trashy TV show you had turned on. The two of you watched another episode and a half with rounds of minor cramping on your part. The commercial was just ending when a cramp so painful jolted through your belly that it made you grab at it and whimper. When you blink Jay is in front of you. He looks angry but you have known him long enough to know it was actually worry clouding his features. “Okay that’s it we are going to the hospital.” 

“Jay, I don’t think-” He doesn’t even let you finish your thought. 

“You either let me take you to the hospital right now or I’ll call Will.” You search Jay’s eyes. “Your choice.” He is clearly over it and reaches for his cell. You can just imagine your husband after a call like that. He would leave work and speed home in a mad dash to get to you. You would feel so bad if he did all that for a few Braxton Hick contractions.   

“Okay! Okay, fine, let’s go.” Jay wastes no getting you to your feet and out of the apartment steering you to his car. “Just what the world needed another Doctor Halstead, Will will be so proud.” You tell him before Jay rolls his eyes and closes the car door. 

You sit in the hospital bed waiting for the OB to come back.  Your doctor was out today and the woman that came in was all warm smiles and a reassuring tone. She must have been new because you didn’t recognize her or her name. “It looks like the cramping is just Braxton Hicks. It’s completely normal and nothing to worry about.” You looked over at Jay who had been lurking near the bed with his arms crossed over his chest. 

“What? It was better to get you checked out just in case.” Jay’s tone is defensive, and you roll your eyes lovingly at your brother-in-law. The OB smiled at him and patted him comfortingly on the arm. 

“It is a good thing that he brought you in.” You look at the woman in surprise because her tone goes serious. “Your blood pressure is much higher than I would like. Have you been under more stress than normal lately?” You sigh as you begrudgingly tell her about your increased workload. “Have you been feeling more fatigued than normal? Lightheaded, dizzy, or any vertigo?”  

“I’m almost seven months pregnant, isn’t feeling off kind of normal?” You put your hand on your rounded stomach protectively. 

“It can be but with your blood pressure being so high it’s concerning. I’m going to order a blood panel just to be on the safe side. Now, let’s take a peek at this baby.” The ultrasound is all normal. the OB points out your baby's face and hand. You look over at Jay who is watching the screen in awe. He had seen the pictures, but this was a new experience. He breathed a quiet wow as the quick heartbeat of the baby filled the room. “It all looks good. It shouldn’t take long for that panel then you will be good to go.” 

A familiar nurse that you can’t name comes in and draws your blood. “Maybe I should message Will and let him know we are here.” Jay pulls his phone out of his pocket and begins typing. 

“Why so he can wait with us? He is working- leave him alone. Besides that was our deal, wasn’t it? There isn’t an emergency.” Jay holds his hands up in surrender. “And will you sit down please- your pacing is driving me crazy.” Jay flops into the chair giving you a ‘happy now’ look. “Geez, it’s like having a real brother.” 

“Yeah, and you're stuck with me. You and that bean, you got growing.” 

You smile caressing your stomach, “I’m good with that.” As much as you had fought him on it, it was nice to know that he cared enough to drag you to the hospital. Jay was protective and you knew he was going to be a lot more than just the fun uncle who only stopped by when he felt like treating your kid to a good time. “Can I ask you something?” At his nod, you continued, “Why were you at my apartment at 2 in the afternoon on a day you knew Will worked a double? Did Will ask you to check up on me?” 

“No,” You gave him a look of disbelief, “No, really, he didn’t. He didn’t ask me to come over or anything like that. He just mentioned that he thought you may not have been feeling good the last few days. So, I just wanted to make sure that you were- Are you crying?”  

You were.  

You had big crocodile tears running down your cheeks, “It’s the hormones. And honestly, that is just the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.” More tears streamed down your face and Jay looked uncertain of what to do. When he saw a strategically placed tissue box, he grabbed it and held it out to you. You grabbed a few and started dabbing at your eyes. Your own family hadn’t been part of your life much since you had moved to Chicago. Not that they had been very good to you throughout your childhood into your twenties. You felt like you looked out for them more than they ever would for you. “I hope you know that I appreciate you and I’m so glad you are going to be in this baby's life. I love you, Jay.” He looked a little miffed but flattered as he rubbed your back soothingly.  

“Of course, I love you too.” 

You had gathered your raging emotions by the time the OB had returned. “Alright, everything looks good. I’m not going to put you on bed rest, but I highly encourage you to take it easy for the next few days.” You thank her and swing your legs over the bed to start the process of getting up, which is much harder now with a protruding belly. The woman paused in the doorway before turning and taking another step back into the room. You and Jay both look at her. “You know, another good natural way to get your blood pressure down is by having sex. I don’t see any problems with you having sexual activity right now. And with the looker you got- I would take every opportunity you get before the baby is the one keeping you up at night.” The doctor gives you a knowing wink before exiting the room. 

You look over to see a mortified Jay. His eyes were closed tightly, and he brought his hand to scrub down the bottom half of his face. The woman had barely made it out the door when you started laughing uncontrollably. When Will walked into the room less than a minute later and looked at you in bemusement as you tried to catch your breath. “Everything okay?” 

You immediately sober, “I told you not to bother him!” Will walked over to your bedside and helped you shuffle off the bed. His hand came to rest in its now familiar place on your stomach.  

“He didn’t, Maggie saw your name on some bloodwork. Are you okay? Everything okay with the baby?” Will’s face was furrowed with concern. You put your hand over his stroking your thumb across his knuckles.  

“Everything is fine. I had some cramping and Jay took me in to be on the safe side. It was just Braxton Hicks.” Some of the tension left Will but you can tell he is still on alert. “My blood pressure is a little high. But don’t worry, the doc thinks it is just from stress. She told me I should take it easy for a few days and gave me a few...natural ways to bring it down.” Will furrowed his brow trying to think of what you could be referring to. Then he turned when he heard Jay cough and mutter something under his breath. Will looked between the two of you knowing he had missed something.  

You give him a soft smile, “I’ll explain later. But really, don't worry, okay. I’m just going to spend the day on the couch watching Love is Blind. Taking it easy and relaxing, just like she said.” You push up on your toes and oblige you by leaning down for a kiss. “Now, I really have to go to the bathroom.” You say as you make a beeline for the public bathroom down the hall.  

“Is she really, okay? It must have been pretty bad for her to feel like she needed to call you.” Will looked even more worried after you left the room. Jay rested his hand on his shoulder to comfort his older brother. He knew that Will had been trying his hardest to keep all of his own worry as a doctor from bleeding into you. He had been trying hard to do everything at your pace and not overstep the line of future dad to doctor. It hadn’t always been a struggle he won. It didn’t help that you hated hospitals and felt like less was more when it came to OB appointments. You had a tendency to cancel and never reschedule them much to his frustration.  

“She’s okay. I was actually already over there. She started getting some cramping and I kind of forced her to come here to get checked out.” A guilty look crossed Jay's face. 

“Forced her?” Will found that hard to believe. It was like pulling teeth to force you into doing anything. You had a stubborn streak to match the Halstead clan. 

“Well, more of an ultimatum really. I told her she could either agree to come in or I'd call you.”  

Will hummed in understanding, that sounded way more plausible. “You were already over there? I thought I told you I was working a double.” 

“You did.” Jay agreed, “You also told me she had been feeling well.”  

The gratitude that Will felt for his brother at that moment was overwhelming. “Thanks, man. I’m glad you were there. It means a lot.” 

“You would have done the same for me,” Jay stated simply, “Besides that what you do for family.” He sighed heavily, “That’s why after I buy her the pizza she has been talking about for the last hour, I’m going to sit down on the couch with her and watch that trash she calls TV. I’ll make sure she is all good until you get home.”