#now it’s just: not making food while I was recovering from surgery

[mybodypaystheprice]

Considering setting up a go fund me to get me out of my house or something

[genderqueerdykes]

disabled intersex trans lesbian needs help saving up for rent while recovering from gallbladder removal surgery

hello, my name is equinox. im a multiply disabled intersex trans lesbian who had to get an emergency surgery to get its gallbladder removed on the 16th of October. i was unable to keep down food and was dizzy, lightheaded, nauseous, and on the verge of passing out which forced me to go to the ER to get an emergency surgery. i had to spend 4 days in the hospital while getting this surgery. apparently, the surgeons could tell just how badly it was affecting me just by seeing how things looked on the inside

i have to rest for about 4 weeks to properly recover. i cannot do much walking, lifting, bending, or most other physical activities during this time. my abdominal muscles and organs need time to recover, so i'm mostly bed bound for a month while my body heals. fortunately the surgery went very well and so far i'm having no complications with recovery. it's worth noting that i cannot over exert myself right now to make sure that the recovery period continues going smoothly

i need help saving up for rent, as my ability to work and even promote my own posts was being hindered drastically by the pain the stone stuck in the neck of my gallbladder was causing me. currently i need to not exert myself and to sleep when needed. my rent is only $178/month thanks to having been accepted into a housing program for severely disabled people. currently this and a small order i need to place from the grocery store for some things to aid in my recovery (throat lozenges to help with the sore throat caused by the breathing tube used during surgery, toilet paper, etc.) are the only things i need help saving up for. thanks to everyone who reads, shares and support, i cannot thank you all enough for all the help

$0/$178

if you're interested in helping, you can do so the following ways:

cash app: $glitterGraphix pay pal: glittergraphicnightmare @ gmail .com chime: $Equinoxian venmo: $Equinoxian

[kawaiijohn]

Help a queer family of disabled nerds

Hey my name is Dante, I live in the Midwest with three of my best friends. We have four cats, one of which is my babyman whom I love very dearly.

His name is Latke Library Card Mango (LLCM). He's very orange and he's the light of my boyfriend, Kris, and I's life.

Cat pics are great right? Have a few.

A few months ago, latkes chronic bladder stones condition acted up which resulted in two emergency vet visits and a week long stay with his actual vet to get the stone removed.

It was the size of a chickpea.

Here's a photo of his post surgery when he had a nakie tummy. He was very very happy to see us.

He's since recovered, but the cost of this put us back around 1300 dollars in total. He's now on a special diet with rather pricey food to prevent this from happening but it might still act up eventually.

We've paid down some of his debt, but the interest is making it become more and more as we try to pay it down.

On top of this, our pipes backed up into our basement and refused to work suddenly a few weeks ago. We live in a house that is over a century old, and the clay pipes keep getting roots growing into them that causes them to not drain.

The roto had to come out and high pressure the roots out to clear them (which required expensive equipment), This put us back another grand.

To add to everything, our 700+ auto insurance bill is due in November, which is the worst time for this bill to need due, but both myself and Kris drive over ten miles to work during different shifts on opposite ends of town- neither of our jobs have public transit anywhere near them.

We are currently barely making ends meet-

I am a lunch lady at a public high school. I love my job. I feed kids who possibly don't even eat at home some days. I do work I am proud of.

However, I can only work around 25 hours a week without risking losing my insurance as a disabled person. My job does not have longer hour positions available, and I am too disabled to work more than this without ruining my body like I have done in the past.

I have been going without buying groceries out of fear that what little money I have in my account will be needed in an emergency. I will be out of work for a week this month, around Thanksgiving, and during Xmas break- unpaid due to me working in a school. Me being out also means no guaranteed meal every day.

Kris works in a factory. He is currently working 55+ hours a week to make what we can to pay off the bills and keep our house. He only has one and a half knees that hurt all the damn time and is barely eating either just to afford everything. His factory keeps calling for sudden shutdown weeks with little notice at the worst times, and he's the main breadwinner in the house for us.

The other two in our household, one is severely disabled and can barely work 10 hr/week (he is waiting on hearing back to receive SSI) on top of having multiple medical appointments a week to figure out what is wrong with his body and why it keeps failing. The other is a freelance artist who is working her butt off to make money while carting the previous to appointments nearly every day. She is full up on commissions at the moment, but when she opens them I'll reblog her posts.

I really didn't want to make this post. I hate asking for help. But we are drowning and there's no sign of land. None of us can afford to live on our own, nor can we move back in with our parents for various reasons.

All I'm asking for is some help. I don't care how much. Five dollars is five dollars. Five dollars is half an hour less we have to kill ourselves to make ends meet.

Even if we don't make the full amount, every dollar will help us get a bit closer to paying this stuff down so we can afford gas and regular grocery trips again instead of having to save up to go once a month like we are currently doing.

Our goal is 2000 dollars.

Yes, this is the high amount. I do not believe we will ever reach it. I can hope we can raise this much at some point.

But for now that's the dream number.

It's the number that is looming over our heads, telling us to pay up or lose our home.

It's not something we need this very moment, but just what we need in the next few months to be able to afford living without destroying our body or working three jobs/ridiculous hours.

We thank anyone who can spare a few bucks to help us, and if you can't afford it just pass this post along to someone who might be able to.

Please send as friend/family if you can, PayPal is threatening to withhold money sent as transactions now if you receive over a certain amount.

This includes sending things through my ko-fi account- so here's the preferred methods:

Progress:

388.74/2,000

Thank you for reading. I love you.

[superbat-love]

"Batman-02, requesting access to the Yellow Sun Room," Bruce said.

"Access granted. Welcome, Batman," the robotic voice intoned, and the door slid open.

Bruce stepped into the room, the UV lighting casting a purple glow. His eyes immediately fell on the figure huddled in the corner.

"Clark, how are you feeling?" Bruce asked, deliberately keeping his voice low, careful not to agitate Clark’s heightened senses.

A garbled sound came from the man. Bruce stared at him, uncomprehending for a moment, before realizing that Clark was speaking in Kryptonian. His language processing centers hadn’t recovered yet.

"Everything feels wrong," Clark moaned. "My heartbeat’s like a bad drummer at a rock concert, my nerves are firing off everywhere, my tear ducts won’t stop leaking, and... and I sound like an unhinged Decepticon!"

Bruce sighed softly and set aside the tray he was carrying. Without a word, he stood in front of Clark, arms extended in silent invitation. Clark hesitated only for a moment before pushing himself off the ground, gratefully collapsing into Bruce’s embrace.

Clark was always a mess right after a kryptonite extraction surgery. His body was so focused on healing that it temporarily forgot how to simulate human physiological reactions. Thankfully, the Yellow Sun Room helped regulate his temperature and blocked out the overwhelming sensory input from the outside world.

"Give it time, Clark," Bruce said, his voice steady and calming. "Your body just needs to recalibrate. Try to slow your breathing, and listen to my heartbeat."

Clark nodded weakly and pressed his ear against Bruce's chest, taking a deep breath and attempting to sync his heart rate with Bruce's steady rhythm.

"That’s it," Bruce encouraged. "Let me know if your symptoms get worse, okay? And don’t worry about your voice—you sound like a respectable robot to me."

"Optimus Prime?" Clark asked, looking up hopefully.

"Is that what the robot in Dick’s favorite movie is called?" Bruce said. "The small, yellow one."

Clark frowned. "Bumblebee? But... he couldn’t talk."

"He could," Bruce corrected. "It’s just that no one understood him."

Clark buried his face into Bruce’s shoulder, sobbing harder.

"But I can, and that’s all that matters for now," Bruce quickly reassured him. Clark sniffled, curiously peeking over Bruce's shoulder.

"Something smells good."

"Iron bars and steel pipes, spiced with mini uranium bombs. You need to replenish your vitamins," Bruce said, relieved to see Clark’s mood lightening.

Clark’s eyes lit up. "You got me uranium bombs too?"

Bruce led him to the small dining table. "Yes, and let me tell you, they’re not easy to make."

As they sat down, Bruce stayed close, holding Clark’s hand to help maintain their synced physiological reactions while Clark eagerly scarfed down the food Bruce had prepared.

[cheeseceli]

Helping you recover from a surgery

Pairing: ot7 BTS × Gn!reader (individually)

Genre: fluff, reactions

Request: BTS x s/o who had to have surgery and is trying to recover with their help

Warnings: mentions of food on Jin, Jimin and Taehyung's; body insecurities on Taehyung's; non sexual nudity on Jin's (barely there though)

A/n: low-key can be read as "they take care of their sick s/o" as well | daily click

Jin

‌You're literally not allowed to move a single finger

‌This man is ready to do everything and anything for you

‌Even the nurses feel a little bit useless when they see him because bro is really doing everything already😭

‌And with that I mean he's helping you move from a room to another if you need, he's giving you food, he's helping you shower and so much more

‌Really just wants you to rest for now

‌And he's so light-hearted while doing that

‌You'd never feel like a burden during this time because he never shows he's tired or stressed with the situation

‌He does everything with a smile and poor jokes, and you just know he's glad to be able to be there for you

Suga

‌The best one when it comes to making you distracted

‌Even if you can't do anything besides laying down on bed, you'll barely feel bored with him there

‌Always has the most out of pocket topic to talk about

‌You truly don't know how his mind works but you're most definitely not complaining

‌Also watches all the dramas you wanted to watch with him before but had no time back then

‌Will do his best to not be bothered by work things as he wants to be focused on you

‌Would even block his manager's contact if that helped💀

‌But if he truly needs to work (and with that I mean TRULY needs), he will do it when you're sleeping

‌If he's working on new songs, might even write a song for you during this time

J-hope

‌Bro was stressing when you were in the surgery😭

‌Talking with every doctor he could find and pacing around the hospital all the time

‌But when the time comes to talk to you after the whole process he just puts the biggest smile on his face

‌ He's honestly relieved to see you well

‌The good thing is that meanwhile he was panicking outside, he was also studying about what he should do once the surgery ended

‌He is almost an especialist now

‌The doctors are trying to give him advice and then he's like "oh yeah I know that, but you didn't mention this"

‌He's lecturing the doctors now

‌Summing up, you are in very good hands, don't you worry

Namjoon

‌He is kinda scared of messing up tbh

‌I see it as in a scenario where you haven't even got sick on the relationship yet, so a surgery is a big change

‌Of course, he wants to take care of you

‌And he will do his absolute best to help you

‌But he's kinda scared of making you feel useless as you really need to rest

‌And he'd hate to end up patronising you a bit or something like this

‌So he ends up helping you mostly in subtle ways

‌Where things are still done for you but not too noticeable, so you wouldn't feel like you're burdening him or something

‌And he would also take a break from work

‌No matter if the company is knocking on his door, he has his priorities set straight

Jimin

‌You were still under the effect of anesthesia when you woke up, so you were a little confused as to why your room was full of things

‌Turns out Jimin got a little bit too excited when buying you gifts

‌So now you had a lot of your favourite sweets, a lot of different flowers, some teddy bears and God knows what more

‌He got a little embarrassed later but at least you liked it lmao

‌And he'll be sure that your favourite family members/friends got to visit you at least once

‌He'd be threatening your family so they would visit you lmao

‌If your relationship is public, he'd even show Armys comments wishing you a healthy and fast recovery

‌He's doing everything in his power to make you feel as loved as possible

Taehyung

‌Basically moves into the hospital

‌He's happily sleeping on the couch like that's where he lived his entire life

‌And when it's time to go back home, he's still with you

‌If you guys didn't live together back then, now you guys do

‌Either it's on his house or yours, he doesn't care, he is going to be glued to your hip

‌And although he doesn't like the fact that you are kinda ill because of the surgery, he loves to take care of you

‌He will cook for you, help you change clothes, will make your bed as cozy as possible, he's basically trying to make you feel like you're on a cloud all the time

‌After you're healed, if you are insecure of your new scars, he will most definitely reassure you of them

‌He still thinks you are beautiful, maybe even prettier now

‌The type to kiss your scars😔

Jungkook

‌Panics a little part 2

‌Like, he panicked once you told him you'd need to go through surgery

‌But after it I think he'd be alright

‌There was probably enough time for him to plan what he needed to do and to let the information sink in

‌He would try to make it as "playful" as possible

‌Doesn't want you to think of this as a problem, just something that happened

‌But the moment you complain about pain or something he's dialing his doctor

‌And he will do EVERYTHING for you and to you

‌Almost the same to Jin when it comes to wanting you to rest

‌Overall he is a bit lost but determined to make you feel as good as possible

Masterlist | you'll probably like: when you struggle to eat (read with caution)

Thank you for reading <3

Taglist (open!): @yuyubeans @butnotmontana @lelewright1234

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[bitchfitch]

My mother's bf had a fairly major surgery (he's fine and recovering well DW) and he's going to be housebound for his birthday this year, so I've been enlisted to come up with a fancy birthday meal for the special birthday boy that's primarily fruit and veg, sweeter than savory, and is something he's never had before.

Bc I'm making watermelington. It's beef Wellington, but watermelon. bc my mom only found out recently you can use watermelon as a tuna substitute. And I know that you can substitute most higher quality beef cuts with tuna or salmon.... usually. Anyways the idea fascinates her so I'm hoping to use that for bonus points.

Now he's off his ass on pain killers so I can't like. Ask him if he's ever had something before. so to meet my brief I've decided to just. commit a novel hate crime against the British I guess.

Anyways. I'm writing this because I need to walk myself through this process and think it'll be surreal enough to be worth taking y'all along for.

So, Beef Wellington. In its most basic bitch arrangement is a beef tenderloin wrapped in prosciutto/really thin bacon, with a layer of mushroom and onion mush, that has been further wrapped in mustard slathered puff pastry.

We will be ship of Theseusing this. bc beef Wellington is like. the opposite of what he wants. Which is why it's funny.

Puff pastry-> it's still just puff pastry

this one doesn't have to change (aka I can't be fucked to do pastry prep and I'm just gonna use store bought it's Fine.)

the prosciutto is also just going to be prosciutto.

Thin meat

Beef tenderloin-> watermelon,

Tbh this is a pretty 1 to 1 substitution. I'll bake the slices at like. 250-300 for an hour or so ahead of the rest of prep to dry it out a bit. bc you can't like. Sear watermelon to seal in the water like you can beef. By definition it's a very wet fruit (like me when I fall into the lake). Ill Add salt and chili and lime juice while baking maybe. this is the easy part

The mushroom mush-> salsa done bad style

As the word mush implies, this is meant to be a very soft mix. It adds a lot of nuttiness to the wellington that rounds out all of the salt from the meats. I'm replacing it with white person salsa(the birthday boy can't handle spice). Tomato, lime juice, parsley, avocado, cucumber, feta, and maybe mango so I can have an excuse to have a lil mango treat. I said I wasn't making it spicy. I'm still putting a bit of chili in it. bc it'll be better like that. This is also a ridiculously wet bit of mush, Even the original mushrooms have too much water. I'll figure something out.

Mustard -> jelly

He lives in a big city. those preserve sections are massive. I'll find a weird one. maybe apricot.

Prep:

We're in the mind palace kitchen, I have not attempted any of this. We're just thinking real hard about it and I'll edit as needed on the day and post results.

The watermelon

Preheat oven to eh. 300f? We want low and slow to dry things out without it taking a year. but idk what his oven is like. If it's gentle I'll bump it up another ten-twenty.

Slather some watermelon slices in salt chili powder and lime juice mixture.

bake for 30 min on a wire rack or directly on the oven racks (after cleaning thoroughly) if he doesn't have a wire rack. with a drip try underneath to catch the drippage. check frequently. Have one slice that's for being poked to see if it's approaching being meat. Bake longer if needed.

Salsa bad style

chop everything up and add it to a pan with some oil in it. Tbh I don't think the type of oil you use for cooking matters if you're not like, getting near any smoke points. Most people can't tell the difference unless you made your food bland as hell.

Anyways there's some wildly different moisture contents on the list so there has to be an Order to cook off as much water as possible without getting yucky.

Tomatoes and cucumbers go in together with some salt to get the cucs softening, then the mango chunks and lime juice. Once most of the water is gone the avocado feta and parsley can go in. There is a good amount of water in avocados but they're delicate and don't pan fry well, so we're just going to ignore their water crimes and hope for the best. They just need to be evenly mixed through the rest of the mush.

Putting it together

lay out the puff pastry, cut into sections to wrap each watermelon slice individually with.

Slather in jam

Take the prosciutto and lay it out on half of each section of the pastry,

spoon the salsa onto that

Melon

Another layer of salsa

another layer of thin meat

Fold the pastry over the top and pinch the edges bc watermelon slices are not a rollable shape and I don't want to carve a watermelon into a tube for this because that sounds irritating.

Brush with egg wash and more parsley

Cook in oven following the pastry's preferred temp and time. it's fucking watermelon, you're not getting ecoli from it.

watermelington :)

I'm serving it with baked sweet potatoes and spinach based salad with whatever toppings are left over from making the salsa.

anyways thank you for joing me on this thought experiment. I will post updates once the deed is done. I'm sorry to every British person ever.

[cleolinda]

I’ve read a few of the umpteen thousand upset comments about the paid Watcher service, and I’ve read comments angry about the upset comments. There’s one thing I want to point out, and it’s that this isn’t, or shouldn’t be, “You’re saying people don’t deserve to earn money for their work.”

The Watcher guys do deserve to earn money. I already give them money. I give them $5 a month on Patreon, not because I think they do or don’t give me $5 worth of media, but because I want to support them. I canceled Netflix for pissing me off with its price hike/ad tier, but I give Watcher Entertainment money.

They’re saying now that the Patreon will be solely about the podcasts, and they understand if people leave. I’m perfectly happy to switch the support I can afford to the streaming service. With the early adopter 30% discount, I’d actually save money. In fact, I tried to subscribe, but the site didn’t work.

Watcher wanting to profit from their shows isn’t the problem. It’s that they’re now discovering that their fanbase is young and broke in a terrible economy, judging by tens of thousands of comments on multiple platforms. I can throw them $5/month, so I do. But the Patreon only has (checks notes) 5874 paying followers, and there’s a reason for that. $60/year upfront would not be “accessible.” Patreon is literally patronage from the people who can afford it.

If the guys had said up front, “ONLY new shows and episodes will be exclusive to the service,” I think we’d be having a different conversation right now. But at first they did say, “We’re pulling all our content from YouTube,” to the point where Variety had to issue an update. Like, that’s in print and I’m pretty sure it was on video. Now they’ve backtracked to ONLY new etc.—but most people haven’t heard, and they feel crushed. And the trust is probably gone regardless.

So now four years of back catalogue will stay public. And now, you’re paying $6.99 a month for one episode, maybe two, of something a week, and now, not an exclusive back catalogue. I would pay for Watcher shows before I’d pay for anyone else, but I just don’t think the company is big enough yet for a SVOD at that price. They’re not Dropout size. They needed to build more programming and get a higher follower count first, or at the very least, charge less.

The international price/exchange rate situation is a nightmare and I don’t know what it is they’re not doing to make it… not… be like that.

I don’t know what they should have done instead of a full streaming service, but surely there were alternatives? I’ve seen comments from people suggesting they GET a Patreon. Lean on that more! Do the shows exclusive for a month and then let them roll onto YouTube! I don’t know! Anything but One More Fucking Streaming Service, which enraged me, and I was willing to move my support to it!

And I shouldn’t say this, but I will. In the “Goodbye YouTube” video the guys posted, they say that setting up the streaming service has allowed Steven to do a remake of Worth It where he and his cohosts travel the world and eat expensive food. This is the first new show they announce. Not “We have always been committed to diversity and we’re now able to bring on new creator(s) to expand our programming.” No, a redo of an old show that by definition has got to be expensive. Commenters are saying they can’t pay for the streaming service because they can’t make ends meet in this economy. The optics are terrible. I genuinely question what the thought process even was here.

I love the guys and I still watch their shows. I want to see Watcher succeed. I started watching Buzzfeed Unsolved in 2018 while recovering from surgery—as with a lot of people, their shows got me through a tough time. I’m as attached as anyone. If I can continue to afford monthly support—this is not a certainty—I’ll give it to them. I’m not a ~hater who doesn’t want Watcher to make money. But I am absolutely BAFFLED by every single decision here. I want them to figure out how to turn this around and go in a better direction, because right now, this ain’t it.

[runawaymaven]

hey can you do seth x reader where the reader has hip displaysia, and limps most times when she’s done too much walking. maybe she’s also paul’s sister. the pack gave a bonfire and all of the guys’ imprints are there, and the reader has done too much walking around so she starts limping quite bad cos of the pain in her hip? and seth looks after her, fusses over her and makes sure he gets her food from the bbq that gave going on and drinks, and paul and his imprint rachel black check on the reader ?

Safe and Sound (seth x reader)

I loved writing this! I've not been on for a while due to emergency surgery and I've been recovering, I've come back on to only one request :( pls pls pls request!!! <3

Word count: 1,960

The bonfire at First Beach was in full swing. The sounds of laughter, the crackle of the fire, and the mouthwatering scent of barbecue filled the air. You loved these pack gatherings; they were always lively and full of energy. The pack, their imprints, and a handful of family members had all gathered for an evening of food, stories, and bonding.

For you, though, today had been a bit too much. You’d been helping Rachel and Emily set up for most of the afternoon, walking back and forth between tables, carrying supplies, and making sure everything was just right. Now, as the sun dipped below the horizon, a familiar ache settled into your right hip.

You’d lived with hip dysplasia your whole life, and while you were used to it, there were days—like today—when you pushed yourself a little too hard. The result? Pain that radiated through your hip and leg, leaving you limping and struggling to hide it.

You glanced toward the fire, where the pack was gathered, sharing stories about their latest patrols. Seth Clearwater’s laughter rang out above the rest, and your heart did a little flip.

Seth was your boyfriend, though “boyfriend” barely seemed to cover what he meant to you. He was warm, sweet, and endlessly kind. He’d imprinted on you months ago, and since then, he’d been your rock, always looking out for you in ways you’d never known you needed.

But tonight, you didn’t want to worry him. You’d noticed him glancing your way a few times, and each time, you tried to mask the limp, straightening your posture and forcing a smile. The last thing you wanted was for him—or your overprotective older brother, Paul—to hover over you.

The ache in your hip grew worse as the evening went on. Standing by the food table, you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, wincing as a sharp pain shot through your leg. You tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the plate of food you were assembling.

“Hey, you okay?” Rachel’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. She was standing beside you, her brows furrowed in concern.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said quickly, though your voice was tight.

Rachel wasn’t convinced. Her sharp eyes darted to your hip, and then to the way you were leaning heavily against the table. “You’ve been walking around all day,” she said gently. “Why don’t you sit down for a bit? I’ll take over here.”

“I’m fine,” you insisted, though the words sounded unconvincing even to you.

Rachel gave you a knowing look but didn’t push. Instead, she grabbed your plate and handed it to you. “At least let me get you a drink,” she said, already moving toward the cooler.

You sighed, grateful for the small reprieve. With your plate in hand, you made your way to an empty spot near the fire. The limp was harder to hide now, and by the time you sat down, your hip was throbbing.

It wasn’t long before Seth noticed your absence from the food table. He was in the middle of a story when he caught sight of you sitting near the fire, your plate untouched in your lap. His brows knitted together as he watched you shift uncomfortably in your seat.

Excusing himself from the group, he made his way over to you, his long strides covering the distance in seconds.

“Hey,” he said softly, crouching down beside you. “Why didn’t you tell me you were hurting?”

You blinked at him, caught off guard by the question. “I’m not—”

“Y/N,” he interrupted gently, his brown eyes filled with concern. “I can tell. You’re limping, and you’ve barely touched your food.”

You sighed, unable to argue with him. “It’s just my hip,” you admitted. “I’ve been on my feet too much today. But it’s fine, really. I don’t want to ruin the night.”

Seth frowned. “You could never ruin anything,” he said firmly. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”

Before you could protest, he was gone, weaving his way through the crowd.

When Seth returned, he was carrying a bottle of water and a blanket. Without a word, he draped the blanket over your shoulders and handed you the water. Then, he knelt beside you, his hands resting lightly on your knees.

“Drink this,” he said softly. “And don’t argue. I’m not letting you overdo it anymore.”

The tenderness in his voice made your chest tighten. You took a sip of the water, feeling a little guilty for worrying him.

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly. “I didn’t mean to make you worry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Seth said, his tone gentle but firm. “I just hate seeing you in pain.”

He stood, glancing over his shoulder at the food table. “Stay here. I’m getting you some food.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but the look he gave you silenced you. With a small smile, you nodded, letting him take care of you.

As Seth walked away, Rachel approached with a drink in hand, her expression still tinged with concern. Behind her, Paul appeared, his usual scowl in place.

“Why didn’t you say something?” Paul asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

You rolled your eyes, though there was no real annoyance behind it. “Because I didn’t want to deal with you hovering,” you teased lightly.

Paul’s frown deepened, but Rachel placed a hand on his arm, silencing whatever lecture he was about to deliver.

“Don’t push yourself so hard next time, okay?” Rachel said, her voice warm. “You’re allowed to take breaks. No one’s going to think less of you.”

You nodded, feeling a wave of gratitude for her understanding.

Paul, for all his gruffness, softened as he crouched down beside you. “If it gets worse, you tell me. Got it?”

“Got it,” you said, smiling despite the ache in your hip.

When Seth returned, he was carrying a plate piled high with food. He sat beside you, setting the plate on your lap before settling in close.

“I got you all the good stuff,” he said, grinning. “And I’ll fight anyone who tries to take it.”

You laughed, the sound easing some of the tension in your body. “Thanks, Seth.”

As the night went on, Seth stayed by your side, keeping you warm with the blanket and making sure you didn’t have to move unless absolutely necessary. He even carried you to the car when it was time to leave, ignoring your protests with a playful grin.

“You take care of everyone else,” he said as he buckled you in. “Let me take care of you for once.”

And in that moment, you realized just how lucky you were to have someone like Seth in your life.

[time-can-fly]

I didn't see anyone notice Sonic's side gash so I'll just make a post about that. And now, due to being artistically capable, I can show it! :)

So one of Eggman's most targeted and dangerous threats against Sonic was creating a metal that expands on stomach acid. The trick was getting it on specifically Sonic's food, so why not a chilidog. He had set off a normal battle to distract Sonic from it, while having orbot and cubot plant a microscopic chip of the metal into his food. Unlike most his plans, it actually worked. A few hours after finishing said chilidog, Sonic had felt pain, but shrugged it off. Though eventually Amy forced him over to Tails for a screening. Luckily, Tails caught it just in time, and despite not being qualified, extracted it from Sonic through surgery in a sterile location. Studying the shard of metal while Sonic recovered, he finally found out how the metal worked.

[wileys-russo]

i have LOTS of questions so i decided to write them all at once (hope you don’t mind)😭

1. where do they go to their first vacation? i can imagine eli being okay with it but how do ale, alba, mapi and ingrid react? i can imagine alba and mapi being like all calm and like “ahh just let them be young and have fun” and alexia and ingrid all stressed out thinking about everything that could go wrong😭

2. not a question but kind of a question? (and also this is more for @girlgenius1111 but since she is recovering from surgery and you will have free time i decided to write to you) but, I need a fic with fresa is looking after scout. like is this happening when fresa and sol still don’t know each other (and mapi just asks fresa to look after scout for sol)? like when they met while mapi was giving fresa the car tattoo? and is sol still incredibly shy when handing over scout? like when they first met? or are they friends already? or maybe even girlfriends? i NEED to know the tea!!

3. do you know the olive theory? like the one that hates olives and the other that loves them so they take them? (in the end both hate olives) is this applicable to sol and fresa (maybe with other foods)??

4 what is their absolute favorite thing to watch together? and similarly do they show each other some cliché Tv shows in spanish/norwegian? (in my country we have a tv show called family affairs and tbh it’s the cringiest thing i have ever seen, and if i ever have a girlfriend this is the first thing i am going to show her because she NEEDS to experience the cringe of other cultures)

5. who is the one to wake up super early and who is to one to go to sleep at an ungodly hour?

6. another question that very much involves @girlgenius1111 but let’s suppose that sol makes up with her mom and wants to meet with her, how does fresa react? is she super protective? is she supportive? is she a mix of both? does she freak out? is she ready to take out box gloves and beat everyone?

7. once again the opinion of the queen herself @girlgenius1111 is needed but how does sol react to finding out that the relationship between fresa and alexia/alba is very stranded? obviously sol likes alexia but she doesn’t know her on a personal level super well, what does she do when she finds out that it’s not as perfect as it seems? that they may have more in common that she initially thought? the same goes for fresa finding out about sol’s relationship with ingrid, like it’s different but in some ways very similar. i suppose both feel very abandoned? how do they get through that?

ok i have even more questions but i need to stop now or i may yap till the end of the day. anyway sorry for such a long ask. feel free to not answer (if i were you i would just ignore this tbh) or “not answering, find out later” is just as acceptable. whatever you feel like tbh!!!

anyway i love this story that you and k! have created together, you both are very special writers and i VERY much appreciate what you do and write, anyway take care and lots of love🍓☀️❤️ (if anything i have written doesn’t make sense i had a bottle of wine and my first language isn’t english😭)

idk if it counts as a vacation but early on into knowing one another but not yet quite dating they go to madrid together alone for a concert! you are absolutely correct lmao alba and mapi help them get their train tickets and drive them to the station, meanwhile alexia and ingrid are too busy stressing they're too young to go alone and they'll wind up kidnapped or something dramatic

K and I were talking about this literally yesterday and trying to work out a timeline for all the blurb ideas we have for Sol and Fres + how it all ties into filling the void and family line! but yes fresa looks after scout for a week (he comes to stay with her and Eli) when Sol goes to Norway with Ingrid and Mapi, but thats after they've been dating for awhile. the first time Fresa meets Scout its before she even realises she likes Sol, but Sol is shocked at how much Scout seems to love Fresa (aka dog whisperer putellas)

they actually both like pickles on burgers but pretend not to when they think the other doesn't, so neither of them end up eating the pickles despite actually having a mutual love for them (same goes for olives)

mmm i don't know a whole lot about tv shows outside of where i'm from but i imagine both Sol and Fres have a mutual love of trashy reality tv shows. specifically the kardashians and any sort of dating show like love island, too hot to handle etc. they both spend the entire time complaining about how awful the show is but also, never miss an episode. they also love to binge true crime dramas together, and Fresa loves medical programs but she knows she can't watch them around Sol because Sol faints at even the slightest sign of blood

Fresa is a morning person (Alexia's influence) and Sol is a night owl!

Fresa is very cautious how she speaks about Sol and Ingrids mum, obviously she knows whats happened and it breaks her heart that anyone could treat such a perfect human like that. but she also knows theres parts of Sol that still love her mum and Fresa doesn't want to go too hard on the 'your mum is such a piece of shit for treating you like that' train and upset her girlfriend. so she lets Sol take the lead in conversations about her mum and is careful how she responds!

By the time Sol and Fresa start to properly interact its after everything has gone down between Fresa and her sisters and they're well on track back to being as close as they used to be. But when Sol first opens up to Fresa about how she ended up in Spain living with her sister and the strains of their relationship early on in her stay, Fresa opens up about her own struggles with that and they bond over it. Fresa is a lot more forthcoming with information but Sol doesn't trust as easily so it takes a little longer for Fresa to really understand the extent of the struggles in her life when she lived in Norway thank you for all of these they really made me (and K) think!! i know some people might think its stupid to go so in depth about creating a life for a made up character but it really is a fun escape and i love creating Fresa's little universe, and its nice to write about a wholesome queer teenage relationship because they get done so dirty in tv shows most of the time! 🍓🍓 @girlgenius1111

[moroostar]

hii!!! how are you doing:3 i was scrolling and found your acc nd can i just say I LOVE YOUR THEME your writing is so babygirl too like<33 you deserve more attention fr fr. anyhoos, may i suggest some a timeskip!oikawa x transmasc reader where reader js got top surgery?? im thinking tooru twirling him around like a prince and silly giggles + tons of gender euphoria<3

— FINALLY ⋆

– ☆ fluff

– ☆ including : Timeskip! Oikawa

– ☆ request by : @bloodymiso

🗒 : Awh, Thank you so much I appreciate your compliment and I'm doing fine (I hope you're doing well )! <33 | trans! Male reader

❕️: Requests are open! (read the rules before requesting <3)

Oikawa was very worried when you first went into surgery, Iwaizumi had to basically be on the phone with him the whole time just to reassure him that you'll be okay and nothing bad will happen to you.

He was so happy when your surgery was done. He had to stop himself from hugging you too tight and was showering you in compliments of how strong you are and how he's so proud of you. You softly patted his back in response.

"Gee, you make it seem like the surgery was going to kill me."

"Shh shhh, my handsome husband aren't you exhausted from being in such high levels of danger..."

When you were allowed to go back home, he even skipped some volleyball games and practices so he can take care of you while you recovered. He would make you food, clean the house, feed your pets (depending if you want any <3), and would glady be any type of assistance to you.

Now that it was finally time for you to take off your bandages from your chest, Oikawa drove you to the back to clinic to allow them unwrap them.

He sat in the chair next you with a smile and holding your hand.

Someone came in and took them off for you as you look down.

"Woah."

Oikawa chuckled and admired you in his seat as you had your mouth slightly parted in awe.

★

Driving back to your shared home was in comfortable silence with music playing at a lowered volume.

"How about I make you your favorite hm? Afterall I am starving and I want to give you a little something for this."

"That sounds perfect."

★

As soon as you got home you went into the bathroom to the mirror to see what you looked like.

Standing there for a little bit made you realize how comfortable you finally felt in your own body and not disgusted or wrong. You wouldn't have to worry about your binder and knowing when to take it off and layering your clothing just so you can appear as you want to when you take your break from your binder.

Standing there for a second longer and then smiling as you walked away into the kitchen to smell the food Oikawa was starting to cook you walked into the kitchen to hear him humming along the song that was playing in the background with an apron you got him awhile back.

You lowered the music and wrap your arms around his waist watching him cook your favorite dish.

"So, how are you feeling?"

"Comfortable."

He stopped cooking and turned around to face you then grabbed your legs and spun you around. He set you down, setting his hand on your waist and lifted uo your hand as he danced with you to the music that was playing.

You rested your hand in the crook of his neck.

"Oikawa"

"Hm?"

"Thank you for supporting me through all of this."

He placed a kissed on your head and went back to making food.

"Of course, I'll support through anything."

[chaos-chloe]

The Kindhearted King's- Droid x Reader, Clooless x reader

Summary: ___ just had surgery, and The gang turned their cooking stream into making dinner for her.

TW: fluffy, Established relationship, platonic friendships

“Hi, chat!” Droid greeted the camera as he went live on Twitch. “So as yall know we are going to be doing a cooking stream and instead of doing something sweet, we are actually going to make dinner. Now why the change you might ask?”

“The change of plans happened since my lovely girlfriend, as yall know _, had to have emergency surgery on her knee.” Droid gives the information out as he was pacing on the camera

“So, let’s make this dinner extra special for____,” Droid added, peeking into the living room where was sound asleep with Sly, recovering from her surgery. “She deserves the best chat, like come on, look at me.”

Grizzy, with his chef’s hat perched precariously on his head walks into frame, boomed, “Alright, team! What are we going to whip up? I vote for a feast worthy of a queen!”

“Let’s make _’s favorite! Fettuccine Alfredo with garlic bread,” Droid announced, flipping through a digital cookbook app. The chat exploded with excitement.

As they gathered ingredients, Pezzy took charge of boiling the pasta. With a flourish, he tossed the noodles into the pot, making an exquisite splash that soaked his apron. “It’s a part of the cooking process!” he proclaimed, as viewers laughed along.

Meanwhile, Grizzy was in charge of making the sauce. “Butter and cream—a classic combo!” he sang, mixing in zest and a touch too much salt when he wasn't looking. Puffer, working beside him, tried to keep the peace. “Easy on the salt, Grizzy! We don’t want _ waking up thinking she just bit into the ocean!”

Across the countertop, Droid managed the garlic bread. He topped the slices with butter and herbs, all while playfully pretending to be a food critic for the stream. He raised an imaginary glass, saying, “I declare this garlic bread ready for the finest of palates!”

As the aroma of buttery, garlicky goodness filled the kitchen, Grizzy stirred the sauce with enthusiasm, and viewers began to leave comments about how amazing everything looked. Their streaming chat was alive with advice, encouragement, and playful banter.

“Maybe we should add a surprise ingredient?” Pezzy suggested, mischievously. “What if we make it fancier and add a little mushroom?”

“Or some peas?” Puffer added. Grizzy feigned horror, “No green—this is a classic!”

Just then, a soft snore echoed from the living room, causing everyone to stop and look over. “Shhh the baby is still sleeping!” Droid whispered, trying to keep the atmosphere calm. “Let’s finish up before she wakes up craving the food we’re cooking.”

Finally, after much laughter, splashes of sauce, and a tiny kitchen fiasco involving an overturned bowl of cheese, the feast was complete. They plated the fettuccine Alfredo alongside the golden garlic bread, and it looked like something out of a five-star restaurant.

“Let’s bring it to her together!” Droid said, excitement bubbling over. They carefully tiptoed towards the living room where _ lay sound asleep, surrounded by her cozy blankets.

As they approached, Sly was tucked into ___’s blanket then, _ stirred slightly but remained blissfully unaware of the deliciousness unfolding before her. Droid gently placed the steaming plates on the table nearby. “! Dinner is served!” he said softly.

With the four friends gathered around her, the aroma wafted through the air and finally stirred _ awake. Her eyes fluttered open, and she took in the sight of her friends, laughter in their eyes and kindness in their hearts. “What’s this?” she asked, her voice still sleepy.

“Your favorite!” Puffer declared with pride. “Made with love and hate.”

The joy on _'s face melted their hearts. They laughed and shared stories of their cooking escapades and streamed the moments that followed—her delight at the pasta, the playful teasing between friends, and even a few bloopers they had captured along the way.

As the evening wore on, the chat flooded with heart emojis and encouragement, each viewer feeling a part of the unlikely family gathering taking place. _, feeling cared for and cherished, recognized just how lucky she was to have friends like these and a loving partner by her side.

As the stream wrapped up, viewers couldn’t help but feel like they were part of something truly special—a celebration of friendship, kindness, and delicious food. They knew they'd be back for more adventures with The Clooless Gang, and that this was just the beginning of many more culinary capers to come.

[ghostchems]

I love your writing so so much <3 so glad your inbox is open right now- could you write a lil something something about Terzo being all loopy after getting his wisdom teeth removed..I feel like that would be make me smile :,)

/miserable anon recovering from wisdom tooth surgery

author’s note: anon… i know you are most likely HOPEFULLY not still suffering from wisdom teeth recovery anymore as this has been in my askbox forever but… here ya go! so sorry it took so long!

You're not quite sure how this task fell to you, but here you are in the waiting room of an oral surgeon. The *Anti-Pope* is undergoing wisdom teeth removal, and you're his designated ride back to the abbey. Lucky you, right? The responsibility feels almost too weighty for an assistant's assistant, but you're determined to do a good job. Your foot taps nervously against the carpet as your eyes dart between the empty seats, the door, and reception.

“You can go back now." One of the nurses calls out to you, and you spring to your feet, eager to assist your Papa as quickly as possible. You push the door open and gasp at the sight before you. Papa Emeritus the Third sits in his full papal regalia—minus the mitre—with an ice pack strapped to his head and cheeks stuffed with gauze. He lifts one gloved hand and waves at you cheerfully, uttering incomprehensible, muffled noises. You blink a few times and wave back, stunned.

The surgeon grumbles a few instructions for recovery — salt water rinses and soft foods — before leaving you to collect Papa.

“Youff have fhree eyes.” He points intently at your face.

"Uh... come on, Papa, let's get you up." You extend your hand to him, still processing his bizarre statement. His gaze remains fixed on your forehead—exactly where a third eye might be—as he grasps your hand and unsteadily rises to his feet. He drapes an arm around your waist for support, leaning into you while continuing to study your face with curious intensity.

“Pretty,” he murmurs with another wide smile. You blush and decide you have to get him out of here as soon as possible. You’re able to get him through the waiting room and out of the building without any trouble… until you reach the car. “Youff wan’ me to geddin there?!” Papa starts to weakly fight you but he has zero coordination. You’re able to keep him steady next to the car door.

“Please, Papa. Don’t you want to go back to the Abbey?” You ask in a sweet voice with just a touch of exasperation.

“Ice creaaam?” Absolutely not the answer to your question but he perks up as he says it. You blink at him a few times.

“Shouldn’t you wait to eat something?”

“No, noooo. Dofctor said.” He crosses his arms matter of factly. Another beat passes. Papa is being utterly adorable and difficult, far different than his usual suave and unbothered persona. You wonder if this is because of the drugs or if deep down he is really like this away from the limelight.

“How about we pick up some ice cream on the way back?” You are under strict instruction to bring him straight back to the abbey but… but when the Anti-Pope asks for ice cream *you give him ice cream.* “We need to follow doctor’s orders, after all.”

Papa smiles as best he can with all the gauze in his mouth and then pushes past you to get into the passenger seat. You scurry to the driver’s side, not wanting him to mess around with my car while in there alone. If anything, you’ve at least figured out he can’t be left to his own devices in this state.

Papa Emeritus fiddles with the radio buttons, singing along to a tune only he can hear. His head lolls against your shoulder as you drive. You can't help but smile to yourself. Perhaps this isn't so bad after all.

The cool leather of his gloves grazes your arm as he gestures wildly to his imaginary melody. You're torn between focusing on the road and sneaking glances at this endearing, unguarded version of the usually composed Anti-Pope. The ice cream shop comes into view and he presses his face against the window, leaving a smudge of white face paint. You can't help but chuckle at the sight.

It's refreshing to see him so carefree, even if it's drug-induced. He was always charming and light in the face of a grueling schedule and the responsibilities tbat sit atop his shoulders but this is far different. Your mind continues to wander as the car comes to a stop in the parking lot.

“Okay, Papa, we are here. What kind of ice cream would you like?”

He's not listening. Instead, he's trying his best to open the car door. You've made sure it's locked, and thankfully, he's just pulling the handle rather than fiddling with the lock.

“Now, now, Terzo. You can’t go in there like this, can you? I will bring it back for you. Promise.”

Papa's eyes widen comically, and he pouts behind the gauze. "Bufft.. thee ice *cream*," he mumbles, his gloved hands gesturing dramatically. You can't help but smile at his childlike persistence. Sighing softly, you realize you'll have to compromise to keep him happy and cooperative.

"Okay, Papa, how about this? I'll go in and get the ice cream, but you can choose the flavor from here. What would you like?" You try to sound enthusiastic, hoping to appease him.

Papa's mismatched eyes light up at this suggestion, and he claps his hands together excitedly. "Twifst. Wiff *sprinkles*,” he exclaims through the gauze, his voice muffled but unmistakably gleeful. You can't help but chuckle at his childlike enthusiasm, feeling a warmth spread through your chest.

You nod, suppressing a grin at his specific request. "Twist with sprinkles it is, Papa. I'll be right back." You give his arm a gentle pat and watch his lips curve into a sweet smile, cheeks still stuffed with gauze. With one last glance, you exit the car, immediately locking the doors behind you. As you walk towards the entrance, you peek over your shoulder. There's Papa, waving enthusiastically. You shake your head, amused, and enter the ice cream shop. The cool air inside is a welcome respite from the warm day outside.

"One twist cup with sprinkles, please," you say to the cashier, who nods and begins preparing the order. It takes a second for them to make his ice cream, completing it with a nice loop at the top. You pay out of your own pocket and grab some napkins and a spoon. With the cup in hand, you hurry back to the car. To your relief, Papa is right where you left him, his face pressed against the window, eyes wide with anticipation. You unlock the door and slide into the driver's seat, presenting the ice cream with a flourish.

"Here you go, Papa. Twist with sprinkles, just as you requested."

Papa's eyes light up, and he reaches for the cup with both hands. "Fank you," he mumbles through the gauze, already trying to maneuver the ice cream past his swollen cheeks.

“Hold on a second,” you murmur, handing him the spoon. He gives a sigh of relief, taking it from you and very carefully beginning to eat his ice cream.

You start the car and pull out of the parking lot, unable to help but smile at the contented sounds coming from the passenger seat. Papa Emeritus the Third, the Anti-Pope himself, happily enjoying his ice cream cone like a child on a summer day. It's a moment you know you'll cherish.

With a soft sigh, you turn onto the road that leads back to the abbey.

[megs-2810]

This is the second half of my 2 part Daryl x fem reader fic! Sorry for the long wait for this part, a lot has been going on. I'm hoping to get more content out for you guys more regularly from now on!!

Summary: you and the group have made it to the farm and are waiting for Carl to get better. You and Daryl are finally together and you believe things couldn’t be better…

Word count: 2.3k

Contains

-fluff -smut-blood-inappropriate language -18+

I think that’s all it has but let me know if I’ve missed anything :)

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You and Daryl follow the RV to the farm when you are met by Lori, Shane and Rick. Rick’s covered in blood and has his arm tight around Lori you run over to them and hug them “how is he” you say concern pouring from your words, Carl has been like a little brother to you since you joined you just got on like siblings. Lori and Rick look at you with their eyes red and swollen “he’s in a critical state right now we have to wait and see if he wakes up and if the surgery was successful” Rick says pulling Lori in closer. You see people you don’t recognise emerge from the door to the farmhouse at this point the whole group is by the farmhouse and we all look up and then back to Rick “this is Hershel and his family. Annette Hershel’s wife, their two daughters Maggie and Beth and their son Shawn they are letting us stay here till Carl recovers”. You look up at Hershel who’s stood in the doorway in a protective manner “welcome, you can make camp out here and you can have food and water from the well over there. If you need anything you can talk to me or my family” he says to the group. You look at Lori and Rick “can I see him” your eyes slightly damp as tears begin to swell in your eyes “of course” Lori takes your hand and takes you inside to where Carl is and walks out giving you privacy. You watch his chest rise and fall softly and take his hand in yours “you better get better you hear me, you're like a little brother to me and i…” you are cut off by your breath becoming heavy as tears pour from your eyes like a waterfall. You sit there for a moment trying to calm yourself “you can’t leave, not like this” you say while taking your hand out of his and placing it gently on the bed by his side and walking to leave the room. As you walk out the room you are greeted by Beth. She looks at you and takes your hand “come outside and get some fresh air. We are cooking dinner for you all tonight” she says as she guides you outside to the rest of your group. When you are outside Daryl is beside you in a hurry and you look up at him his sympathetic eyes meet your red, damp eyes and he pulls you into his arms, you wrap your arms around his waist crying into his shirt his hands on your back rubbing small circles “shh darlin slow ya breathing” he says worry in his voice when he realises your breath isn’t steadying. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, your legs are starting to feel weak, you can’t breathe. “Dar” darkness consumes you, loud piercing rings feel your ears, your body feels limp thoughts, feelings everything is gone.

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You wake up blinking rapidly like you’ve had your eyes open for hours but you haven't. You were gone, you thought you were dead, everything was gone. “Hershel she’s awake” you hear though foggy hearing it’s like you're underwater. You open your eyes fully, finally taking in what’s around you a little room, a bookcase, shelves scanning the room until your eyes land on him “darlin can ya hear me” you nod and squeeze his hand and he lightly squeezes yours. The door opens and Hershel walks through with a glass of water. He sits on the chair by the bed putting the glass on the side and takes your hand putting two fingers to your wrist checking the pace of your pulse “well young lady you gave us all quite the scare i think you had a panic attack but you should be ok drink this water and then Daryl should be able to help you downstairs” he says rising for the chair and walking toward the door “make sure she takes her time coming down Daryl she could still feel a bit weak she’s been out about and hour” Daryl nods his head and Hershel takes his leave closing the door behind him. Daryl takes the seat next to you again, giving you the glass as you take small sips. “Daryl I’m sorry” you say in a small voice “it’s ok darlin no need ta say sorry” he says watching you take sips of the water scanning over you making sure you were ok. “I think I’m ready to go downstairs now” you say slowly moving your legs off the bed. Daryl take your hands and helps you up wrapping a hand around your waist as he opens the door and leads you downstairs to the rest of the group. When you are finally down the stairs Carol rushes over and hugs you tight “are you ok Daryl was a mess when you passed out in his arms, he never left you once” she says pulling away and looking at you. The rest of the group look over to you and smile “I’m ok sorry for worrying everyone even more than they already were” you say as Daryl and Carol walk you over to the rest of the group. You all eat dinner and enjoy conversation, you start to get to know the Green family and their experience so far with the end of the world.

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A week has passed since you and the group got to the farm, Carl has been in and out of it for the past 2 days but he’s resting a lot to regain his energy and strength back. The group has been helping the Green family with cooking, cleaning, laundry, and doing runs for supplies.

You’ve been with Maggie this morning and she won’t stop talking about Glenn “ugh on a run the other day he was being all weird with me and I found him in the female product isle being all secretive, i asked him what he was doing and he just walked off” she said with a sour tone since they had been getting close. You always see them talking at dinner and going on runs together “maybe he was getting something for Carol, Lori or Andrea but I don’t know why they asked him when they knew you were going” you say in a bit of a confused tone. As you look up you spot Lori running off holding her hand over her mouth “I’ll be back in a minute Maggie” you say standing and running after Lori. You slow to a walk when you see her being sick in a bush quietly walking up behind her “Lori” you say as she quickly turns around “I’m fine” she blurts out as she looks at you she can see the confusion flicker over your face “oh ok i just wanted to check you were ok Lori, I’ll leave sorry for disturbing you” you look down and walk away back to Maggie. She tucks her hair behind her ear as she looks at you and cocks her head to the side a little “you look confused about something, you okay” she says getting closer to you “yeah Lori is acting odd with me but her son not well so maybe that’s why” you say trying to justify her actions. “I’m going to see Daryl you should go talk to Glenn I know he likes you” you wink as you turn on your heel you look back and Maggie's face is red and you start laughing.

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You make it to yours and Daryl’s tent with a little grin Maggie’s red face still in mind “wat you grinnin about” Daryl says a smile on his face as he looks over you and wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you close. “Oh I made Maggie embarrassed and she got all red in the face” you say will a little giggle escaping you. Daryl is still smiling at you “ya adorable do ya know that” he says looking at you. You reach up your hand snaking into his hair quickly pecking him on the lips before you start to leave the tent. “Oh ya betta get back here now gurl” he says grabbing your wrist and turning you back to him taking you into a passionate kiss. A smile spreads across your lips as one of his large rough hands cups your face and the other on your waist pulling you closer. You push him back onto the cot straddling him as you wrap your hands around his neck, his hand moves to your hair and he lightly pulls your head back to get to your neck as he trails kisses over your neck and jaw a small whimper of pleasure escapes you. Your hands cupping his face, his skin hot and rough scars raised under your fingertips as you move them over his jaw. His hands move from your ass to your shirt tugging at it like a needy child, you begin unbuttoning it as he watches you “god ya so beautiful” his words cause your face to flush red and you feel the wetness between your legs growing. Your shirt is off and so is his, hands roaming each other as your lips are tangled together in a dance of passion. The rest of the clothes come off soon after as he looks at you like he’s never seen you completely bare before his hard cock grows ever larger. He rubs his thumb over your nipple watching you as your eyes close in pleasure he teases them a little moan leaves your mouth as a grin tugs at his lips. “Lay down darlin” he says his eyes looking dark full of lust. You do as told and lay on your back watching him press kisses down your torso you squirm under his kisses it feels like electricity is coursing through your body. He comes back up to your face kissing you before lining himself with your entrance. He slides it in “s’it ok darlin” he says making sure you’re ok. You nod in response and he thrusts in and out a low grunt leaving his lips. Your bodies moving in time to each other like a poetic dance moans fill the air. Hard passionate kisses leave you both breathing heavy your core erupting with pleasure as you get close to the edge Daryl can feel you tightening around him his low husk growls feeling your ears tells you he’s close too “cum for me darlin” his says in a low growl into your hair as he releases too. Bodies hot and sweaty you see stars as you get over high he pulls out and falls down beside you a large breath leaves him “darlin… ya…just wow” he says in heavy breaths. Once you’ve laid there holding each other for a while you both get up and get dressed and leave the tent.

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It’s been a few more days and Carl is finally up and on his feet Hershel has allowed us to stay on the farm as long as we continue to help out. Everyone seems happy about that except for two people in the group Shane and Andrea who think we should leave and head to our destination we were planning on going to. You and Maggie have become close and spend all day together. Daryl comes over regularly to plant kisses on your lips and to give you hugs while you do stuff and Glenn spectates almost like he’s taking notes on what to do. “Glenn are you taking notes so you can do this to Maggie” you and Daryl laugh as you say this when both Glenn and Maggie turn bright red. “What um no i'm just looking at you two you are so happy together. I’m um just being a supportive friend” Glenn tries to say in a convincing tone. “Everyone knows ya like each other get on with it” Daryl says from behind me. Maggie walks over to Glenn “come on let’s go for our supply run” they start to walk to the truck when Daryl whistles you laugh “have fun you two don’t do anything I wouldn’t” you wink at them and the camp is in hysterical laughter as they get in the truck. Glenn and Maggie return a few hours later and they are glowing Maggie makes her way to you and drags you away “oi you stealing my gurl Maggie” Daryl says as Maggie drags you into the house “yes she mine” she says laughing. We are sitting on Maggie's bed “me and Glenn did it on the supply run” your jaw drops as she tells you all the details on the events that happened “FINALLY, took you guys long enough” you blurt out laughing.

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About 2 weeks later Shane caused issues and opened the barn that was full of walkers and the night was spent fighting for your lives. Most of the group got away but a few didn’t. The group found Sofia in the barn and decided it was best to leave as it was not safe on the farm anymore. The group left in search of a new place to call home. You and Daryl were just happy to have made it out alive together.

This is the end of this 2 part series. I hope you enjoyed it and new content will come out soon. Thank you for reading!!!!

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Through Thick and Thin

AN: I'm literally obsessed with WMCJ and keep watching it lol

Synopsis: When your long term boyfriend Jeremy first gets injured, you do your best to help take care of him. But now that he has had multiple surgeries, it all comes to a head when he realizes nothing is going to be the same anymore

Pairing: Jeremy x Reader (WMCJ)

Requested by: the gorgeous @nattinatalia 😘💕 and shoutout to @hoodharlow since these two are always letting me bounce ideas off of them 🥰

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You woke up with a start and glanced at the clock on the nightstand which read 2:57 am which led you to then peek over to see your boyfriend wide awake staring off into space.

"Babe, why are you up? Are you in pain?" You asked while sitting up and brushing a hand through his curls.

"Just couldn't sleep. That's all." He answered while taking your hand in his and rubbing the back of it. 

"Well why didn't you wake me up? I'm worried about you."

"I'm good, babe. I promise, just go back to sleep."

"As long as you're sure?" You asked while moving closer to him.

"I'm sure, you have to get up early for work in a few hours. Go back to sleep." Jeremy said while leaning over to kiss your forehead.

"Don't stay up too much longer, okay? I love you." You said while snuggling up to his side.

"I love you too. So much."

When he heard your heavy breathing, he pulled his phone back out to continue watching his highlight reel from when he used to play basketball and sighed. 

He tore not one, but both ACL's and since having multiple surgeries, his body wasn't nearly the same and had a feeling that him playing basketball was a thing of the past.

He was currently recovering from his latest surgery with you being his primary caregiver and this was putting a huge dent in both of your finances. 

Instead of teaching multiple dance classes a day like before, you were down to two so you could be home with him helping him recover. Deep down Jeremy knew that you didn't mind it, but he couldn't help but start to feel as if he was a burden to you. He would never tell you that seeing as how much both of you loved each other and he knew for a fact that you would never think of caring for your boyfriend as a burden. 

So in the mornings, you would set him up on the couch with food, snacks, water, and medicine while you went to work. It was only for two and a half hours, but long enough for you to worry about your boyfriend. Ever since his injury happened, they were hopeful that this first surgery would work and he would be able to play again. Now we were on surgery number four and it was beginning to look bleak. 

When you got home, you would get there in time in order to open the door for his physical therapist to come in and work with him on different exercises.

You knew how much basketball meant to Jeremy and if he never got the chance to play again, you didn't know what he would do and you were scared. 

In the end, all you wanted was for him to be okay. 

Your alarm went off at 6:30 and you quickly silenced it. You looked over to see Jeremy sound asleep with his phone on his chest. You quickly picked it up to place it on the charger to make sure it would have a full battery just in case he needed to call you for something and noticed that it was playing a video of him playing basketball and you simply turned it off and sighed.

Once you were out of the shower and dressed, you went to his side of the bed and simply placed kisses all over his face until he woke up.

"Hmm? You okay baby?"

"Hey I'm fine. How do you feel? Do you want me to help you get in the shower or do you think you have it?"

"I think I got it and I feel okay."

"Okay, go ahead. I'll just lay out some clothes for you." 

He simply nodded as he moved the comforter off of him and proceeded to swing his legs around off the bed in order to stand up. You were watching closely as you stood in front of him ready to help if he needed you. 

One thing you never let him do was move from room to room or get in the shower by himself if you weren't home to help him. The last thing you wanted to risk was him falling.

He took the crutches as you handed them to him and he leaned down to kiss you before making his way into the bathroom. 

After you made sure that he got there okay, you took the opportunity to make up the bed and neatly laid his clothes on top of it. You then headed to the kitchen to make breakfast for the two of you and decided on bacon, eggs, and fruit even though Jeremy swore up and down that he was going to go vegan. 

Him always ordering McDonald's proved otherwise.

Once you were finished with breakfast and setting up all that he would need on the couch in the living room, you went back into the bedroom to see him finishing getting dressed and you simply walked over to him and placed a kiss on top of his curly hair and all he did was look up at you and smile.

"You sure you’re okay? I can stay home if…"

"No baby, we both know how much we need the money and I'll be fine. I should be back on my feet in no time."

"Okay. Come on, let me help you up." You said as you held out your hand for him to take and made sure he steadied himself as he stood up. 

You let him walk in front of you as you held onto him from behind until he was safely on the couch in front of the TV. 

"Okay, I made you food and you have snacks. Oh and your water. Here's the remote and your phone is fully charged. I shouldn't be long, okay?"

All Jeremy did was nod and you couldn't help but to frown.

"Baby, it's going to be okay. I have to go, but you know I love you to the moon and back." You said while leaning down to give him several kisses.

"I love you too. I'll probably just go back to sleep after I eat."

"Okay, you have your phone if you need me and do not get up by yourself."

"I know, I know."

“Be back soon.”

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You turned the key into the door, finally getting home and walked into the living room to see your boyfriend on the floor and immediately dropped your bag and ran over to him.

“Oh my gosh, baby are you okay? Are you hurt? What did I tell you about trying to get up by yourself?! Why didn’t you wait for me?! Here let me help you.” You said while holding out your hand for him to take and he immediately pushed you away.

“I don’t need your fucking help, I can do it.”

“What the hell is the attitude for? Baby you’re on the FLOOR. I don’t want you to risk hurting yourself even more, you just had surgery! AGAIN.”

“And you don’t have to remind me. Don’t you think I know that? It’s the fourth fucking time.”

“Jeremy, lose the attitude immediately because this is not okay. We don’t talk to each other like that.”

He suddenly got silent as he pushed himself up so that his back was now resting against the couch and you were sitting next to him.

“Baby, please just let me help you.” You said while tears were forming in your eyes. It hurt you seeing him this upset and knowing that the one thing he wanted to do you couldn’t help him with. 

“I’m… I’m never going to play again am I?” He quietly asked while not looking at you and you immediately sighed.

“We don’t know that, yet.”

“It’s pretty fucking clear since this is now the fourth surgery that I’ve had for the same damn thing.”

“I get that you want to play, I do, but there is so much more to life than playing basketball.”

“Easy for you to say since you can still dance and do what you love. I can’t do anything anymore. I can’t even pay for a bag of my girlfriend’s favorite chips when I go to the store because I don’t know if my card will get declined or not. I was supposed to be playing in the NBA by now and now look at me. Just a complete failure at everything including being your boyfriend. What are you even still doing with me anyway? I have absolutely nothing to offer you anymore. I had so many plans for us when I made it to the NBA. Can’t even propose to you because I can’t afford a damn ring to put on your finger.” You could slowly see the tears start to fall and you immediately scooted onto his lap and embraced him while trying to wipe them away.

“I’m with you because I love you and I have loved you since I was eighteen years old. So what if you didn’t make it to the NBA? You say you had all these plans for when you did, but we can still make them a reality. Bottom line is we have each other and I am not going anywhere and have no plans to. You mean the absolute world to me and we are in this together. No matter how much of a fight you put up or push me away, I am never leaving your side.”

Jeremy was silent as he slowly rubbed your back before hugging you tighter when you suddenly had an idea.

“Meditate with me.” You said and he looked over at you as if you were crazy.

“I’m not doing that shit and since when do black people meditate?”

“Jer, come on. You’ll feel better. Just try. I recently started doing it and it helps."

You then took his hands in yours and started to slowly inhale and exhale telling him to do the same.

“When you feel like you need to be grounded, doing meditation helps.”

Before he knew it, fifteen minutes had passed and he opened his eyes and simply looked at you.

“Like I said before, you mean everything to me and this is just a minor bump in the road. We’re going to get to a place where we don’t have to worry about where our next meal is coming from and I just thought about something that you said earlier. You want to marry me?”

“Well, yeah. I thought it was obvious.” Jeremy said while looking down and playing with your hands.

“I’d marry you in a heartbeat but first I want us to focus on you getting better. I will be here for you through it all, you understand?”

“I understand.”

“And now do you feel better after meditating with me?”

“I.. do.”

“One step at a time and we’ll get there. I love you so very much and I just wish you could see what I see in you.” You said while playing in his curls.

All Jeremy did was stay silent and look away from you.

“If you don’t say you love me back, I will be forced to tickle you and you are at my mercy.”

“NO! I love you too and do NOT do that!” He quickly answered and you immediately laughed.

“I knew I would get it out of you when I said that. You’re going to do great things, baby. And I can’t wait to see it all unfold. Whether it’s on the court or off.” You said while leaning down to kiss him. 

“But for now can you help me up?”

“Last time I checked you said that you didn’t need my help.” You responded while eyeing him.

“Well I lied and this floor is anything but comfortable.”

“Of course I’ll help you, you know that you never have to ask.”

“Through thick and thin?”

“Through thick and thin, baby.”

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AITA for saying tomy dad he doesn't knows how to use the damn washing machine?

🎣 So I can find it later

Me (transmasc, 25) live with my parents. This is something they suggested me after I had a breakup with someone abusive, before someone jumps at my neck for living with them, immediately voting that I am the asshole. No they don't respect either my name or my pronouns, that's how bad the relationship was. I also pay a fixed amount per month that's about half of my salary+do more complex house chores. This was a while ago when mom had just given birth.

My dad is pretty big at fishing, and gets his fishing clothes pretty dirty. Fishy smell, dirt, grass, dirty water, you know the drill. Fishes a shitton of fishes and sell it for some extra money. I think it's important to mention his salary isn't bad, it's actually about 7 times the minimum wage here, he just spends in a lot of stuff he doesn't needs like getting a lot of toys for the younger sibling, a lot of fishing material he doesn't uses, paying for bills he made back when he exchanged our house for a farm and then got absolutely ridden in debt from farm expenses because he thought everything would be perfect like in those farm movies. And then had to exchange the farm again in a worse house and still pay back some money, getting pets he can't pay for the expenses like about 15-20 native birds (that are illegal btw) and canaries that cost some real money because they eat specialized food and fresh fruit+medicine. I think it's also important to mention that when I was younger my mom and him fought at least one time per month about his fishing habits that were like, leave on Friday and coke back either sunday night or monday morning. Now they're much more tamer usually capping off at one day, but still are frequent, like at least one time per week.

Now to the real deal: mom always washes his clothes, but in this specific time I was doing laundry because she just was cut open with a C-section to have the twins because of an emergency with the babies .Twins weren't home yet but it was not like she could do anything, so I was doing laundry, organizing my siblings chores (15F, 13M, 4F), taking care of the younger one, unfortunately overwhelmed from being the mom. And dad just leaves to fishing every weekend like it's no biggie and leaves their children to just fend for themselves I guess if I wasn't here. So I am making food, making chores and all of that, real mama chores including dealing with the very moody 4yo that isn't happy dad isn't home and mom can't get out of the bed and cried from about anything that mildly inconveniences her.

Then he comes home from fishing and tuck his dirty clothes god knows where, and one week later finds it again and starts bitching about how no one washed his fishing outfit and I, very tired, very overwhelmed and very stressed, say to him "why, don't you know how to use the damn washing machine?" And he gets like, really offended and says he won't even answer me do he won't offend me, and in my tired state I just answer that all he needs to do is to throw it there with soap and turn it on, he could do that and he gets more mad and storms off to fish (again yes, leaving my mom with basically a recovering surgery with the kids.)

Another detail is that a year before he did the same thing but mom had left for some christian stuff for two weeks, and when I asked him if he could load the washing machine so I could finish fixing lunch, he told me he didn't know how to use it and I taught him. He's 45. It's one of those washing machines with literally everything written on them on how to use.

I also should clarify that he's not mentally disabled or physically disabled, if the fishing trips weren't enough clue for his overall wellness. Mom acted as I should bend to his will and just washes the clothes because it's not worth fighting. My 15yo sister is with me because he makes her clean the sink he uses to clean the fishes every time he fishes. Mom is mad at both of us because we're tearing this family apart and we should just accept dad as he is and do what he says.

Tldr: AITA for asking my dad if he doesn't knows how to do the laundry even after I taught him to do so?

What are these acronyms?