#someone get him some holy water pls

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[libingan]

—how the tf141 are like when they’re sick.

im sick. that’s literally my only motivation to write this.

i feel like absolute shit but holy fuck i wanted to write this so pls enjoy

no horny juice rn, so its all fluff

JOHN PRICE

when price gets sick, it’s almost like he’s in denial about it. he’s the type to downplay everything—says it’s just a little cough, just a bit of a sore throat. but then, as the fever starts creeping up, you see the cracks in his usual solid demeanor. he’s flushed, his breathing a bit labored, and when you gently place the back of your hand on his forehead, he swats you away at first, grumbling that he’s fine.

“you don’t have to worry about me,” he mutters, trying to keep his voice steady. but the cough that rattles through his chest betrays him, and eventually, even he can’t deny it anymore.

you coax him into bed, tucking the blankets around his broad frame, and he grumbles under his breath about how ridiculous this all is. he’s not used to being taken care of—he’s the captain, the one in charge, and letting someone fuss over him isn’t in his nature. but there’s a moment when you bring him some tea, and he accepts it quietly, his eyes softening just a little as he watches you.

“i’ve had worse,” he rasps, his voice thick with congestion, but when you sit beside him, he leans into the warmth of your presence, even if he won’t admit it. he tries to stay in control, tries to ask about your day or if there’s any work that needs to be done, but you can see how tired he is. when he finally gives in to sleep, his hand rests loosely on yours, a silent acknowledgment that he’s glad you’re there, even if he doesn’t say it out loud.

KYLE ‘GAZ’ GARRICK

gaz is the worst when he’s sick, and he knows it. he tries to be strong about it, but the minute the fever sets in, he’s a mess of sniffles, groans, and dramatic sighs. you find him sprawled out on the couch, a blanket barely covering him as he flips through channels, looking utterly miserable.

“i feel like death,” he complains when you sit next to him, and despite the obvious exaggeration, he looks pitiful enough that you can’t help but smile. he’s not usually one to be overly needy, but when he’s sick? he’s all about the attention.

you bring him some soup, and he gives you a weak smile, propping himself up just enough to take a sip. “you’re an angel,” he mumbles, but even that little bit of gratitude is followed by a dramatic cough that makes you roll your eyes.

he’s restless, constantly shifting under the blankets and complaining about how bored he is, how much he hates feeling like this. you offer to stay with him, and his eyes light up, a mischievous glint behind the obvious exhaustion. “you gonna keep me company?” he teases, voice thick with congestion. “or are you just here to make sure i don’t die on the couch?

you settle in beside him, and even though he’s feeling awful, he still cracks jokes, trying to keep things light. but there’s a quiet moment where he leans into you, his head resting on your shoulder as he drifts off to sleep, his breathing finally evening out. you stay there, feeling the weight of him against you, knowing that as much as he’s complaining, he appreciates you being there.

JOHN ‘SOAP’ MACTAVISH

soap is absolutely insufferable when he’s sick, and he knows it. at first, he tries to play it off—still bouncing around, still grinning, still acting like everything’s fine. but then the fever hits, and it’s like watching a hurricane get knocked flat. he’s sprawled out on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to get comfortable no matter what he does.

you bring him a glass of water, and he gives you that familiar, cocky grin, even though he’s clearly not feeling well. “you’re a sight for sore eyes,” he rasps, taking the water and downing it in one go. his voice is rough, but there’s still that glint of mischief in his eyes. “ye know, if i weren’t sick, we could be havin’ a lot more fun right now.”

you roll your eyes, but there’s no denying the way his teasing makes your heart flutter. he’s always been like this—flirty, cheeky, always pushing your buttons. even now, as he’s lying there, feverish and miserable, he can’t resist making a comment.

“don’t suppose you’ll give me a wee cuddle, eh?” he grins, shifting on the bed and patting the spot beside him. “might help me feel better.”

you know he’s just trying to get a rise out of you, but when you settle next to him, he actually quiets down for a moment, resting his head on your shoulder. his skin is warm, almost too warm, and you can feel the tension in his muscles as he tries to get comfortable

“don’t worry,” he mumbles, his voice soft now. “i’ll be back to my usual self soon enough. ye won’t be able to keep yer hands off me.” despite his words, he’s clearly exhausted, and when he finally drifts off, he’s peaceful for once, his usual energy gone, replaced by the quiet rhythm of his breathing.

SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY

when ghost gets sick, it’s like he’s trying to hide it from the world. he’s not the type to show weakness, not even to you, and it takes a lot for him to admit that he’s not feeling well. but eventually, even he can’t fight it off anymore, and you find him in bed, eyes closed, the tension in his body betraying how much he’s struggling.

he doesn’t say much when you sit beside him, offering him some medicine and a glass of water. he just nods, his fingers brushing against yours as he takes the glass, the touch brief but enough to let you know he’s thankful for your presence.

he’s quiet—always quiet—but even more so when he’s sick. there’s no grumbling, no complaining, just the occasional shift of his body as he tries to get comfortable. you adjust the blankets around him, and his eyes flicker open for a moment, dark and heavy with exhaustion.

“you don’t have to stay,” he mutters, his voice low and rough. but there’s no force behind his words, no real intent for you to leave. in fact, the way his eyes follow you as you move around the room tells you that he doesn’t want to be alone, even if he won’t admit it.

you sit beside him, and for a while, there’s just the sound of his breathing, slow and labored. he doesn’t ask for anything, doesn’t demand your attention, but the way his hand occasionally brushes against yours is enough. he’s not used to being taken care of, but he lets you stay, lets you be the quiet comfort he needs.

eventually, his breathing evens out, and he falls into a restless sleep. you watch over him, knowing that even though he doesn’t say much, your presence is enough to ease some of the weight he’s carrying, even if only for a little while.

[titania-sleeps]

Wild Roses and Hawthorns (Sub!Bloodbag!Human!Yandere x Vampire!Reader)

hii i promise i didn't forget about adonis, he has TWO whole pieces in my drafts (i just need to be in a specific mood to pump out adonis fics)

in the meantime, here's the aftermath of dion getting the blood sucked tf out of him

spoilers: he wants more. :3

more works featuring Dion: Dion Introduction

warning: mild nsfw, dom reader, biting, asphyxiation (choking), messy feelings, minors DNI pls

A week has passed since you'd last lost your temper with your bloodbag. The look in his eyes never left your mind. The torrent waves of turmoil in his gaze had washed over you, and you were stricken with a sense of fear and... greedy desire. You had immediately fled after that, terrified by what he aroused in you.

Tonight, you lay still as a statue, staring into the ceiling. While you don't need sleep the same way that humans do, it calms you to rest when the sky is dark. It's habitual from your time training to melt into human society (as all vampirekin do for a few decades). However, dawn was nearing in a couple of hours and you've yet to get even a blink of rest.

Every time you close your eyes, even if for a moment, a flash of glistening sweat on caramel skin appears in your mind. Then the sensation of your teeth sinking their way into supple skin manifests in your mouth. The hair on the back of your neck stands and, if you were to look in the mirror at that very moment, what would reflect back is a lonely monster, craving for the flesh of the living.

You are not a common monster, that you know. You are a noble creature, born with veins of blue gold and armed with grace. Yet such a simple bite stirs a primal need in you, one that rivals that of a hungry beast. It borders on something that you'd hope to never experience, especially for your blood bag.

Maybe you need some clear water to reset your thoughts.

As you glide down the stairs to the kitchen, you bump into a shadowy figure. The figure steadies you, and a familiar scent enters your senses.

"...Dion."

The figure responds to your call, a grin on his lips.

"Are you here to indulge in a midnight snack, master?" The comment is teasing and almost enticing, and you know that the snack he is referring to doesn't exist in the kitchen.

Sighing, you push past him and walk to the counter to pour yourself a glass of water from the pitcher. He follows you.

"Dion, why are you awake?" you ask, taking a sip of the water. Though you vastly prefer blood over water, as long as the water isn't tainted by any holiness, it suffices to quench your thirst.

Dion's eyes wander for a moment before he responds with a disarming smile. He shrugs, the collar of his shirt falling to the side to reveal his neck. Your eyes flit to it for just a second, and only a second.

"Maybe I was looking for someone," he replies. His vague response irks you, but you don't bother pressing him for more details. The more you know about him, the more you will feel for him. So it is easier to maintain the comfortable distance that you have with him.

You finish the last drop of water and place the cup in the sink. "I hope you find them," you say airily, giving him a lazy wave as you prepare to return to your room.

You're stopped by an encircling grip around your wrist.

You whip your head around and before you know it, you're chasing Dion out the door, down the hallway, and into your room, slamming him against the wall. He lands with a thud and a devious smirk.

You brush your finger across his lips, eyes peering into his. There they are again, the storm that has torn sailors and their rafts asunder, lightning and thunder electrifying even your immortal form.

"Your thirst has yet to be quenched," he whispers to you, eyes swirling. Or maybe you're just imagining that, entranced by him.

"Are you offering yourself?" you ask dryly, with the restraint that you don't have.

Dion laughs, cocking his head to the left. Once again, he bares his neck to you. You aren't so impolite as to reject a gift offered to you.

You sink your fangs into his skin. The same caramel gold that plagues your mind, shining with a thin layer of sweat. And it tastes sweeter than before, with the right hint of despair, just as you like it. Dion's existence at that very moment perforates your senses; the smell of iron and sweat in the air, the sounds of his low moans in your ear, the taste of saccharine goodness in your mouth. And then you open your eyes and he greets you with a loving smile and a tsunami that sweeps you off your feet.

"You're still hungry." It isn't a question but a statement. And he's right to make it a statement because you wouldn't have been able to answer anyway.

You lick the puncture wound with your tongue, gliding gently against the surface. He shivers, his legs struggling to remain standing. Noticing this, you drag him to bed, yet again pushing him down.

He chuckles, laying flat on his back, his hair sprawling out like ripples in a lake. His arms are wide open, and you dive into his embrace, your legs straddling his form.

As you pin him down with your weight, you find yourself caressing his face. A drop of your fingers on his long eyelashes, and then they're slowly trickling down to his jaw. You can feel him become still beneath you and your fingers trail beneath the precipice of his jaw to the jugular juts of his Adam's apple. Your touch bobs up and down as he swallows air, his eyes staring into yours... muddled in something you can't quite place your finger on.

You think you hear him breathe a whisper in your direction, but you don't catch what he's saying. Instead, your hands are clasping around his throat, nails kissing his tender skin. A maniacal grin is stamped on his face, his hands laying peacefully to his sides. He doesn't struggle and instead almost seems to lift himself to meet your grip more.

A flush of power overcomes you as you tighten your hold on him just a little more. He's clasping onto the sheets of your bed with his fingers; it's a shame that he'll have to make your bed again later tonight. You watch, intrigued, as his eyes roll up and drool leaves his lips.

You release him gradually, the skin on his neck blooming in colors of wild roses, hawthorns, and cornflowers. A wreath around his neck, as your prized champion and faithful servant. That's what you've given to him.

When you back away, his hand springs out like a geyser and catches your wrist. His grip is gentle but unyielding, and he's looking at you with a satisfied smile and a dangerous gleam in his eyes. He pulls you down, embracing you fully in his arms. You feel something wet and hard beneath you.

"Only take blood from me," he mutters into your ear, appendages like boa constrictors. "Only from me."

You finally rest your eyes, lips painted in his redness.

i welcome and encourage all psychoanalyses of both y/n and dion

-> masterlist

[eyelessfaces]

im back...

nose boops...... hmu!poe.... pls... I beg...

(I am also in brainrot over hmu, send help 💔💔)

warnings for angst and injuries.

poe has a mild concussion, and you're called in.

heat me up masterlist

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The door to Poe’s hospital room opens tentatively and carefully, but the moment you see him awake and sitting up in his bed offering you a half hearted smile, you hastily close it behind you and hurry to his bedside.

“I came here as fast as I could” you shake your head, the worry obvious over your face, a deep crease drawn between your eyebrows. You’re panicked and slightly trembling, and a plethora of questions is threatening to fall out from your mouth. “I was in a meeting, so I only got the vocal message later, I’m so sorry– hey Finn” you add in a quick breath when you see his coworker sitting in the armchair beside the bed before your attention fully darts back to Poe. “Are you okay?”

“Hey, slow down,” Poe reaches for your hand in a naive attempt to calm you. “I’m okay,” he affirms, managing a small smile. “Not my first concussion” 

“Is that supposed to reassure me?” you scoff, still out of breath from the light jog you took to come here.

Poe huffs out a small laugh that turns into a light wince before he presses his free hand to his temple.

“What happened?” you ask, turning to Finn.

“We were rescuing people in a crumbling building, and some debris came down, knocked him pretty hard”

“Holy–”

“It sounds worse than it is.” Poe insists, eyes half closed, as if the effort of keeping them open is wearing on him. Finn gives you a doubting look.

You sigh softly, trying to ease the lingering worry within you as you sit beside Poe on the edge of his bed. 

Finn rises from his seat with a light pat to his lap, walking around the bed. “Well, I’ll leave you two to it, gotta get back to work” he shifts towards the door before he grins at Poe. “See you next shift, maybe. Take it easy” 

“Sure” Poe grins, his hand tightening around yours as Finn disappears and the door clicks shut again. He blinks tiredly, like his eyelids are suddenly pounds heavier. “I’m okay, I promise” he mumbles, a weak, tired smile tugging at his lips. “Just a little knocked out and tired”

You nod, still not starting to feel the worry sip out of you, and your hand still instinctively remains firmly holding his. You let out a soft, shaky laugh as your thumb rubs circles over it. “So that's what it’s like, dating a firefighter?”

Poe buries the back of his head further into the pillow, closing his eyes, smiling. 

You can see the obvious sleepiness etched over his face even beyond his attempts to convince you he is doing fine. A few moments pass before he sighs, half opening his eyes with difficulty as if trying to stay alert. He tries to sit up but you’re quick to gently push a hand over his torso for him not to. “None of that.”

He huffs out a quiet laugh, admittedly relieved to lie back down after the sharp pain triggered at the front of his head just from that light movement. “Fine, get me water then”

You rise and fill a cup from the nearby sink, resting it at his bedside table once he’s done, Sitting back beside him at the edge of the bed. Your hand instinctively reaches to gently run through his curls. “How long are they keeping you?” you ask softly.

His head shakes softly, his eyes flickering with frustration and vulnerability. “Not sure… I don’t remember.”

“That’s okay.” you reassure him with a nod, caressing his lightly stubbled cheek with a brush of your thumb. “I’ll ask someone.” 

After a small pause, you add, “And I’ll take the rest of my day off to stay with you.”

A soft, weak smile grows over his face. “Okay,” he simply says, his voice low, not even arguing. You shift in closer, leaning to him, kissing his cheek before your forehead rests against his. His eyes close and he moves slightly, his nose bumping against yours in an affectionate nudge like a cat leaning into one’s touch. 

The weariness over his face is too obvious to ignore. “Don’t fight it” you whisper, nudging his nose with your own again before leaving a kiss over his forehead. “Rest if you need to. I’m staying with you” 

A small sigh escapes him, his hand drifting to lightly hold yours. “I think I will.”

[rosiestalez]

Could I possibly request a Jason Todd hurt/comfort fanfic....pls? And ty if you do it

-🖤

Hope this is what you need right now my love 🖤

Resurrected Hearts

Jason Todd x gn!reader

wc:2,000

summary: Jason Todd is back, but how?

Warnings: Language, mentions of cheating…i guess, aged up Jason Todd, mentions of death, alcohol abuse

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It had been exactly one year since Jason passed away, and you still hadn’t fully moved on. At times, it felt like he was right there beside you—sitting, sleeping, or watching over your shoulder as you cooked, ensuring everything was perfect. You tried to get on with your life. You went on dates, moved into a new apartment, and even returned to work at the school. Occasionally, life seemed to regain some sense of normalcy, but then a wave of dread would wash over you, a constant reminder of the piece of you that was missing—a piece no one else could ever fill.

In time, you found ways to cope: a few too many bottles of your favorite alcohol and fleeting, meaningless hookups. Of course, you still visited the Waynes, but without Jason, things felt different. Bruce was different. He barely looked at you, and when he spoke, his words were sharp, almost biting. After a while, you limited your visits. It became too painful. Your life felt like it was unraveling, hanging by a fragile, frayed thread—red and black, barely holding together.

Suddenly, the sound of shattering glass jolted you awake. The room was pitch black, and your dog leapt off the bed, barking furiously at the crash in the living room. You cracked open the door, letting her rush after the intruder, whoever or whatever it might be. You hesitated, your hand hovering over your phone. Should you call 911? Something in your gut told you it wasn’t necessary—either your Dutch Shepherd would handle it, or maybe… just maybe… it could be him.

Daisy’s barking quieted, her growls fading. Whoever was in your living room was someone both of you knew. The smell of earth and death filled the air as you cautiously made your way out of bed, flipping on the light.

You screamed. There, sitting comfortably on your couch, was someone you thought you’d never see, holy shit.

“Jason?” you whispered, barely able to recognize him. The moonlight behind him cast shadows over his features. His skin was ghostly pale, his hair longer than the last time you saw him, with streaks of gray threading through it. He looked… dead. “Jason? Is that you?” you asked again, your voice trembling as you called Daisy to your side. Silence hung in the air as the figure remained seated on the couch you and Jason once shared. “I’m calling the cops.”

“Don’t,” the person spoke, his voice low and strained. You stared at him, and he stared back, his piercing gray-blue eyes locking onto yours. “Just don’t call them. I’ll leave. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Wait—Jason? Please, is that you?” you blurted, recognizing his voice, though it sounded different—raspier, older, darker. “Please, it has to be you,” you pleaded, taking a cautious step toward him. Jason nodded, slowly rising from the couch.

“Wait, please… stay,” you urged, holding out your hand. “Can we get you cleaned up?”

“After we cover up the window,” he replied softly. You managed a small smile as he moved toward a pile of cardboard boxes in the corner of the living room. He pulled one out, cutting it to fit over the shattered glass. he duck tapes the cardboard in place before following you into the bathroom. you ran the warm water, helping him strip off his suit before guiding him into the shower. “my shampoo?” he points to the bottle of blue berry old spice on your shower rack.

“No, my body wash—it smelled like you,” you said softly, pointing to the bottle of Head & Shoulders. “This is the shampoo we used.” He nods in quiet acknowledgment.

You grab a washcloth, moving slowly, carefully, as if any sudden motion might scare him away. He seems to shrink beneath your touch, curling in on himself. Gently, you rub soft circles of the body wash onto his back and arms. Dirt and mud swirls down the drain, but you kept your touch feather-light, afraid that if you press too hard, his fragile skin might crumble in your hands.

“Why’d you move?” he asked quietly as you continued massaging shampoo into his hair. It was the second wash—so much dirt was caked into his locks. “Took me s’long to find you,” he mumbled under his breath.

“The lease was up,” you replied softly, knowing it wasn’t the whole truth. “Lean your head back.” He obediently tilted his head, letting the suds cascade from his hair. He hummed, clearly not buying your excuse, but said nothing more.

You gently ran your fingers through his hair, rinsing out the last of the shampoo. Once his hair was clean, you applied a final round of shampoo before adding conditioner, carefully working through the tangled knots.

You tried your best, but the smell of death still clung to him, stubborn and unyielding. After helping him out of the shower, he dried himself off while you handed him some of his old clothes. They didn’t fit anymore—he was taller, broader than you remembered. Even so, you laid him down on your bed, tucking the blankets tightly around him.

“Are you gonna sleep with me?” he asked, his voice soft.

“Yeah, I guess so,” you replied. He smiled faintly, his eyes drooping as he drifted off to sleep.

But you didn’t join him. Instead, you sank into the armchair across from the bed, a bottle of Jameson gripped tightly in your hand. You watched him sleep. His eyes flickered beneath his lids as if caught in some vivid dream. His body jerked and thrashed under the covers, sweat beading on his brow. Yet, no matter how restless his sleep became, he didn’t wake. you stayed like this for hours not moving unless you had to pee, and eventually the sun began to rise through your window shades. you sigh thankful that it’s saturday and you have all day to sleep whatever this is off.

“Y/N?” he groaned sleepily, his voice raspy.

“Jason… you’re awake!” You leapt from the armchair and rushed to his side. His eyes slowly lifted to meet yours as you sat beside him, and he smiled softly.

“How? What—” you began, your words tumbling out in disbelief.

“It’s a long story,” he chuckled weakly, his gaze distant.

“Jason, please… I need to know. How are you alive?”

He sighed, running a hand through his damp hair. “Ra’s al Ghul… the Lazarus Pit,” he began slowly. “It’s a pool that can heal, even bring people back from the dead. I don’t know all the details, but after I died… someone put me in it. The Pit brought me back, but…” His voice trailed off, and he looked away.

“But what?” you pressed, your heart racing.

“It changes you,” he whispered. “You come back, but you’re not the same. There’s anger, a darkness… it’s hard to control.” He met your eyes again, the weight of what he’d been through evident. “I’ve been fighting that ever since.”

“Jason… why did you smell like death? And why were you covered in mud? if you’ve been back for a while?”

His smile faded as he turned his gaze to the ceiling, as though looking for an answer. “I’ve been staying in places where no one would think to look for me.”

“Mud and death?” you pressed, trying to understand.

He sighed, his voice low. “Graveyards, alleyways… the places no one goes. It’s where I felt like I belonged after I came back. I didn’t know how to face you—or anyone else—like this. I wasn’t sure if I could control… whatever this is inside me.”

Your heart ached at his words. “So you’ve been living like that… all this time?”

Jason nodded, rubbing a hand over his face. “I didn’t think I could come back. The Lazarus Pit changes you, Y/N. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever be the same again—or if I even wanted to be.”

You gently reached for his hand. “You’re here now. That’s all that matters”, he looks at you, his eyes fill with sorrow, and you swear you can see tears, but Jason never cries.

“did you sleep?”

“no”, you admit dropping your gaze to your knees. you feel his disapproving stare.

his eyes lift over to the half empty bottle on the floor beside the chair. “have you been drinking?”, you nod, he lets out a sigh, reaching out a hand to your face, “why baby?”

you follow his gaze to the bottle on the floor, you sigh, feeling the weight of your own emotions. “I guess… it was my way of coping,” you admitted quietly. “After you… after you were gone, everything fell apart. It was like nothing could fill that space where you used to be. I tried, but nothing worked. And sometimes… sometimes the drinking made it easier to forget for a little while.”

Jason’s face softened, guilt flashing across his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I didn’t mean to leave you like that.”

You shook your head, tears threatening to spill. “It’s not your fault, Jason. But it hurt. Losing you… it broke something in me. I just didn’t know how to deal with it.”

He reached out and gently took your hand, squeezing it lightly. “I’m here now,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “I’ll make it right. Somehow.”

“i don’t think you can”, you slur softly. he tilts his head.

“why?”, his eyebrow furrows.

“I was lost without you… and drinking wasn’t the only thing.” You paused, trying to steady your breath, feeling the weight of what you were about to say. “I hooked up with people… meaningless, empty hookups, just trying to feel something, anything… something to fill the hole you left.”

Jason’s expression darkened, but not with anger—more with sadness and regret. He stayed silent for a moment, processing your words, before finally meeting your gaze. “I wasn’t there, and I should’ve been,” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. “I’m sorry you had to go through that. But you don’t have to do that anymore… “

You could barely hold back the tears threatening to spill. “I didn’t know how to deal with losing you,” you admitted. “I’m not proud of it.”

Jason reached out, taking your hand gently. “I understand,” he said quietly. “We’ve both been through hell. But we can figure it out together”, his reassurance makes your heart swell, and the tears finally break through. he pulls you on-top of him as you cry onto him.

“how did you find me Jason?”, you continued to cry.

He let out a soft sigh, looking away for a second before meeting your gaze again. “It took me a while,” he admitted. “After I came back… I didn’t want to be found at first. But when I finally felt ready, I started looking for you.”

“But I moved—how did you know where I was?” you pressed, still not quite believing he was sitting in front of you.

Jason leaned back slightly, running a hand through his now-clean hair. “I kept tabs on you. I know it sounds bad, but I had to make sure you were okay… without showing myself. I’ve been watching from a distance, piecing together where you’d gone, tracking little things—like your name on utility bills, credit card activity. Even Bruce’s systems helped, though I didn’t want him to know I was looking.”

Your eyes widened slightly. “You used Bruce’s tech?”

Jason chuckled darkly. “I’m not proud of it. But I needed to know where you were, especially when I saw you’d moved. I just… I couldn’t stay away any longer.”

You took a deep breath, the weight of his words settling over you. “So, you’ve been watching me this whole time?”

“Not like that,” he said quickly. “Just enough to know you were safe. When I finally decided to come back, I knew where to find you.”

“wow”, you sniffle out between your cries, “Jason i’m so sorry.”

“oh my love, you did nothing wrong bunny, none of this is your fault”, he cops softly stroking your hair, “we are together now and that’s all that matters now, yeah?”

you nod, he sighs kissing the top of your head. you two stay like this for hours, falling asleep together. happiness takes over your mind. you finally feel peace.

[bwoahtastic]

Valtteri telling Lewis that he has a ghost attached to the ring and to either get rid off it or to use some holy water or whatever but Lewis feels so offended for Max because why should he get rid of Max?!

And Max being so petty to play pranks on Valtteri (small, harmless ones but they're still enough to rattle Valtteri most of the times) and Lewis just tries to leash Max's craziness to a bit.

But then George comes around and Max keeps the biggest distance from him, that's when Lewis notices that Max can somehow sense if people are nice or not (I live for Merc drama)

Oh pls! Valtteri just trying to help and offer Lewid solutions such a holy water but Lewis would never try to get rid of Max! Valtteri realising si he stops offering options but now does get ranked by the petty ghost who hesrd Valtteri was googling "how to get rid of ghosts" lol. It's nothing bad and Leiws makes sure he doesn't take it too far!

Max not ever going near George because of the tension at merc, he is very loyal and picks sides lol! I can see him liking Carlos when they (cos Max moves with Lewis ofc) to Ferrari.

Also maybe someone else has a similar situation? Anf now the two try ro introduce their ghosts lol like they are going on a playdate

[revelauver]

⌕ race review!   ֢֢֢ ◝﹝australia [ 03/16/25 ]

🏎️_⠀ oh my GOD where do i even start?? melbourne was both a circus and absolute cinema so it's lights out and away we go 🫡 watch me gradually lose my mind in 20+ bullet points

this weather was as unpredictable as my wordle streak. melbourne was on her time of the month fr

ok so obviously we're starting with isack on the formation lap and oh my godd that was heartbreaking for him. it was so sweet to see anthony hamilton comfort him <3

and so then we lost jack (the countdown begins) and carlos (😃???)

but then carlos immediately popped on a pair of headphones and started cooking with the team strategy 🔥 the man u are

i had to check about three times that the aston martin that crashed was alonso and not stroll

the ferrari disasterclass. Next Year Is Our Year™️

literally every possible thing that could have gone wrong for lewis and charles went wrong. communication, DIABOLICAL strategy calls, and congrats ferrari 👏 you got one of the most level-headed drivers on the grid to curse on team radio in the first race of the season

okay but the charles and bryan exchange got a laugh out of me in one of the most stressful parts of the race with the water flooding the car 😭

also charles had some amazing overtakes! ...and then there was the spin. and then ferrari ferrari-ed, so honestly p8=p1 in my eyes 🤷‍♀️ not an ounce of delusion wdym

anyways what the fuck was george russell doing the entire race 😭 didn't hear a peep about him and suddenly he apparated on the podium 🧍‍♂️ it must have been a good drive but ig we'll never know 🤷‍♀️

alex albon gave us a p4 (later corrected to p5 my b) in a williams and defended like the podium winner i (almost) manifested him to be 🙏 i need more people to be talking about him

george and max shaking hands?? what has this world come to?

i hope ollie is at home having a good night's sleep because holy shit he finished the race 😭 like nvm the fact that the haas is the frontrunner for Tractor of the Year and pulled a horrific strategy that put them behind an entire lap, he did not crash the car and in doing so, beat nearly every rookie except his fellow prema survivor. goat behavior 💅

kimi finished p4 on debut from starting on p16 is absolutely insane. pulled great overtakes, recovered from the spin with only losing a place and didn't let up right until the end with alex. that is not a rookie, that is a gremlin with A Car, aggressive driving, and raw pace. for sure my driver of the day <3

wtf happened to yuki? someone pls explain because one second he was in p5 and the next, i was scanning for his name in the list of dnfs with the fear of god in my heart 💀 i did find liam right at home there though

and gabi in the next minute these rookies are dropping likes flies

i am absolutely gutted for oscar 😭 home race, p2 quali less than a tenth behind lando, was less than a second behind in the race, and was the faster driver when team orders were imposed (17 races early too what in the actual tomfoolry of motorsports and payaya rules was THAT? honestly idk what to make of this bc team radio broadcasts are always delayed but this was only tip of the iceberg that sunk the fucking titanic for oscar)

however unlike the titanic, oscar jack piastri did not drown after getting stuck in the grass no 👆 no 👆 no 👆

he dragged the car out in reverse, headed straight to the pits and stormed up the back of the remaining grid to sweep in with points in p9 with the literal overtake of the year on lewis hamilton

that is what we call ✨mental strength✨

that is what we call 🐐 goat behavior 💪

watching his post-race interview was haunting though. even the sky sports reporters were left traumatized after speaking to him and jumped on blaming weather for contributing to the race fuck ups (driver error? hardly know her)

lando had an incredible race! tested in every possible way under the most high pressure conditions and passed, with only a minor mistake or two. he's really locked in this year and totally deserved that win. dare i say the best win of his career?

max had an amazing race too per usual! i cannot believe he got that close to the lando in the end considering how fast the mclaren is and the time advantage they had and i was seriously rooting for him to win 😭 bc this might be a rare opportunity with how fast the car is

if you had told me that the fuckass gambling team would beat the scuderia in one (1) green wheelie bin, i would have audibly laughed.

i was not laughing when it actually happened.

shoutout to nico hulkenberg though for being the one to beat the scuderia in aforementioned green wheelie bin. maybe it was never the haas that was great last year, but you, hmm 👀

all in all i had so much fun watching my first race of the season! i was either bored out of my mind (safety car) or anxious af (the other 50% of the time when the safety car was not on track)

this was not a good day for the piastri-leclerc family

nor the australians (or australian adjacents, cough liam lawson cough). dnf, dnf, and nearly titanic-ked

already scoring some boxes for my f1 bingo

over half the rookies (liam counts as 0.5 rookie, gabi, isack, jack, and ofc alonso) dnf in the same race

i'm checking off the papaya rules flop era until further notice

lets review my wishes from quali... albon podium, kimi in the points, oscar home race win. albon ALMOST got the podium, kimi didn't only finish in the points but also ended up in p4. that is my rookie 🫵 i will die on the same hill toto wolff picked by choosing the italian wonderchild for the merc seat.

we are not going to talk about oscar i am still grieving 😭✋

contact me @ ⠀꒱⠀ . ⠀ 1-800-hot-n-fun ⠀ —— ⠀ ✧ !

[dixons-sunshine]

Hey! I love your writing and had a Daryl Dixon c reader request if you don’t mind!

So my idea was that maybe the reader and Daryl could have had a long lasting relationship (met at the quarry, got together at the prison, got ‘married’ at some point, ect.) and now there at Alexandria and have lived there for a year or two (negan era never happened).

When Daryl and reader decide to go on a run together, they get taken by a group of raiders and taken to a huge community where they keep prisoners as slaves to work on crops and hard labor. Basically Daryl and reader are put to work for weeks in horrible condition until Rick and the group finally find them and start a war to save them. But before they can be saved, the reader can get caught trying to escape or something to fight back and be punished by being chained to the bottom of a well (it could be a thing that they do when someone rebels to make an example out of them, basically they chain them there and leave them to starve and turn before taking them out.) Daryl could know that that’s what’s going to happen when they take her there but is unable to stop it as they drag him back to the holding cells where the prisoners sleep. Then after a day or two of reader starving and Daryl freaking out it could start raining, like tsunami rain, and Daryl could be in his cell during it and be freaking out (mega Daryl POV angst) that it’s starting to flood and reader is chained to the bottom of a well.

Later, rick and the group can finally show up and start and win the war against the group all while it’s still raining and Daryl is getting more and more anxious for someone to let him out. Finally, the group gets to him and lets him out and he starts sprinting to the place where there are MANY well like holes in the ground and he finally finds the reader in one. But at this point the reader has been swimming for hours as the water is too high for her to touch the ground so Daryl jumps in to help hold her up (she goes basically limp in exhaustion) while the others find something to break the chains around her ankle. But (for extra ANGST) it can start raining harder and the water goes above where the reader can breath while still chained down and drowns before Daryl can break the chains so he has to do CPR when they get her out. EXTRA angst, multiple parts (only if you can and are willing), and a happy ending pls!

I know this is a lot lol, and I 100% understand if you have no want nor time for a story like this but I just felt it would be cool to ask since your writing is so good 👍😁

Anyways, thank you so much for responding to me so quickly! If its not too much to ask though, could you pls let me know if you plan to write it or not? Just so I’m not aimlessly waiting lol, because I literally would 😂 Thank you so much!

Holy nipple butter.

This idea sounds so fucking awesome and I desperately wanna write this, but I just don't have the time right now 😭. However, you did ask me to reach out to you and let you know if I could write this, anon, and it might take me a while, but I promise I'll get to writing this for you eventually! I'm filing this away for later. Thank you so much for this request! And when I do eventually get around to it, it's gonna be a multiple part series. I already have a name picked out and everything :) it's gonna be called “Yielding Isn't My Middle Name”, so be on the lookout for that on my masterlist!

[melancholyghoul]

Okay for once I am glad for my terrible sleep pattern because it's new episode time bb !!!

My thoughts as I was watching below \/

Oh hotshots is so bad it's so bad oml

Brads giddy look i can't-

Eddie looks so good 🥺

And he's right he could've delivered the line while getting her out

Bro that's why you need to put a quid in to get a cart in the UK, deters people (not all people but still)

Just leave her alone ?? Why waste your time being a nuisance ???

It's an evil version of the 'some kind of fender bender-full' episode of bobs burgers

AHHHH EDDIE AND CHRIS 🥰🥰

'You'll send it to me ?' Omfg don't

5000 gallons of waste water 🌈🌈🌈

Buddie helping the couple in looooooove ~~~

Uh oh brad what are you doing tell someone else

'The wheel not the leg' Oh I love you chimney

Yes HE'S the hero for getting a lady out incredibly dangerously

Oh Bobby's angry 👀

'In this firehouse it's Captain Nash' HELL YEAH IT IS

The cameras totally in his throat right

Oh okay nevermind

Aw athena you're so lovely- but she's totally saying i told you so in her head ennit

His memory isn't blurry i bet he knows

Brad calls eddie Edmundo (or edmondo) ??

Aw Eddie i just want to give you a big lovely hug, at least you're trying to be a part of it

Maybe not the best man for a pep talk

He's totally going to texas isn't he !!

That cup lady could've still put her cart back afterwards she was still in her boot

Aw leave the trolly man alone 😔

I don't trust the security guard

Okay weird shoe mention

Buck and Eddie are almost always together in this episode 👀👀

Brad should really wear a face mask he keeps pulling the focus

Ugh the curls are so good Buck 🥺

Bro a mood I binged all the seasons of 911 in like 2 weeks

Ngl that was very cute

'That's way too much for me to handle' WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT EDDIE

OF COURSE BUCK IS AT THE DOOR

Can confirm that with the scones 🙂‍↕️

What you looking at eddie 😏

no 🥺 nononononono 🥺

'WE SHOULD MOVE THIS PARTY TO THE COUCH' NO FUCKING WAY

THAT LOOK ON BUCKS FACE IS 100% 'Oh... Oh.. I really don't want him to leave' PLS

it was the old dude ? Wtf

When i worked at a supermarket people were supposed to take the carts to the little shelters dotted around the car park, then the trolly guys would collect them from there and bring them to the front of the store, it must work different in the US cause he wouldn't be out of a job if people did that here

Holy shit i did not see this coming - dude is a maniac ???

Aw that kid is so cute getting that job

I KNOW THOSE VOICES lol

AW THEYRE PRACTICING

THEYRE NOT PRACTICING THEYRE IN THE SHOW FJSHSHFBS

the 'uncanny' accent bits with Oliver are killing me thats so funny

Uh oh hen you've accidentally gotten yourself another job

I think it's good they've started including hotlines on any episode that mentions suicide - they did it on one of doctor odysseys too, gonna avoid situations like 13rw (🤢)

[brainddeadd]

BRAINDEAD REVIEWS

THE WALKING DEAD: Season 5

Overall thoughts

They’ve been on the run and fighting for their lives for so long, they’ve forgotten how to exist peacefully and without fear - without the suspicion and without feeling like everyone and everything is out to get them 

S5, ep 1

‘Then’ THEN WHAT 

BEFORE THE WORLD WENT TO SHIT ???

WHOS SCREAMING 

Were they forced into being pieces of shit at Terminus ????

‘Now’ ok 

They gassed them ?!?!?!?!

THEY GOT THE KID FROM THE HOUSE IN SEASON 4 

They gonna chop them in half or something ?????

THEY SLIT THE KIDS THROAT

IMAGINE SURVIVING A FUCKING ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE JUST TO HAVE SOME DICK SLIT YOUR THROAT 

And now the place is being blown up

Jesus christ 

CAROL NO

TURN AROUND 

“Bitch looked like a weapon with a weapon.” You’re correct but don’t you dare call her a bitch 

Carol not believing a word that dick says - queen shit 

“Horrible shit just stacks up..” You are the horrible shit man 

ITS CAROL BLOWING THE PLACE UP 

HELL YEAH 

Carol I love you 

On fire zombies.. well shit 

Rick what a man 

WHAT 

THE 

FUCK

ARE 

THESE 

PEOPLE 

DOING 

JESUS 

CHRIST 

The shit from all the people they’ve killed - the teddies from children 

LEAVE THE BABY OUT OF IT FUCKER 

Eugene is full of shit 

100% full of shit 

CAROL AND DARYL HUG 

YES

REUNITED AT LAST 

HIS CRYING AND PUTTING HIS FACE ON HER SHOULDER 

OJSDNFJDENFKDS

WNDFJKDN

DCJNWRIJVNAEUIVRSKVWAPIREJNDV

REUNITED

YES

That’s quite a group they’ve got 

Who the fuck took over terminus tho???

“You’re either the butcher or the cattle.” Yeah but y’all chose the wrong cattle this time 

S5, ep 2

“Will you have us?” Dude you’re her family 

Daryl just.. being there for Carol, knowing what she needs, accepting that she doesn’t wanna talk about it 

WHAT WAS THAT

WHO WAS THAT 

“We surrender.” He’s so funny man 🤣🤣🤣

Not Daryl being confused that the Pastor is puking after seeing them kill walkers like pookie not everyone is like you 

Gabriel - I don’t trust him

The loyalty to Rick is amazing 

Gabriel is too scared to not be hiding something 

Bob, this is the world now. It’s not gonna get better. Eugene is full of shit. 

DROPPING THE WATER AS HE’S ASKING IF SHE WANTS HIM TO CARRY ONE OF HERS 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 HER LIL “hmm no” 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 that was 100% a blooper they left in 

“It was a stack of boxes.. and a mop.. and I tripped.” 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

‘YOU’LL BURN FOR THIS’ well fuck 

Where is Bob going 

Tara thank you for telling Maggie the truth 

Oh damn Rick ok slay 

THE CAR THAT TOOK BETH 

Who the fuck

What the fuck

Its the Terminus fucks 

EATING PEOPLE 

PARDON

OH MY GOD

THEYVE TAKEN HIS LEG

OH MY GOD

“If it makes you feel any better, you taste much better than we thought you would.” HOW IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MAKE HIM FEEL BETTER 

S5, ep 3

I’m still reeling from the fact that they’re cannibals 

“You join us or feed us.” That’s not much of a choice buddy 

Gareth wanting Carol - gonna have to go through Daryl and me first buddy boy 

Bob losing his shit laughing because they’ve just eaten him when he’s been bitten - karma 

There’s the ‘A’ again - what the fuck does that mean 

I get Abraham wanting to leave but come on man, Eugenes full of shit 

Gareth is a fucker 

HE SHOT OFF HIS FINGER HELL YEAH 

They got what they deserve 

MAGGIE AND GLENN LEAVING NO

DARYL

Where’s Carol?

Who ?????

S5, ep 4

Beth ?!?!? 

In a hospital ?!?!?!

Police ?!?!?!?

“So you owe us.” FUCK NO

WHAT 

THE 

ACTUAL 

FUCK

THE BODY DOWN THE ELEVATOR SHAFT 

Ok yeah I kinda skipped the rest cause I don’t really like Beth - but ik wack shit happens to her 

S5, ep 5

Eugene is so full of shit holy fuck 

Who the fuck is beating the shit out of someone ???? Pls don’t let it be Rick 

ABRAHAM - flashback ??? Yep 

“Really need some ass first.” Why would you.. don’t.. no yuck.. ugh men 

FUCK EUGENE 

He put crushed glass in fuel line 

Oh god what was the fire truck keeping locked away 

Yo what the fuck is going on in Abrahams past 

He is Insane 

“I’m not a scientist!” THE FUCK YOU MEAN BOY

OH 

I 

FUCKEN 

KNEW 

IT

EUGENES A PIECE OF SHIT 

Fuck Eugene 

S5, ep 6

They really want Beth back 

A woman’s and children’s shelter that Carol went to 

Daryl stopping her from killing the walkers of people she probably knew - doing it for her and burning them 

Whos following my people around 

“Looks like a dog sat in paint and wiped its ass all over the place.” 🤣🤣🤣

I love the way Daryl says ‘stop’ when someone’s (Carol’s) saying funny shit and he doesn’t wanna laugh 

“You don’t know me.” “Yep. You keep telling yourself that.”

Is that the dude from the hospital?? The one that tried to help Beth escape ??

Daryl taking a child abuse survivor book, I love him 

THE VAN

ON THE BRIDGE 

SHIT 

“It’s like you were a kid. Now you’re a man.” 

“We ain’t ashes.”

“I already helped you once. It ain’t happening again.” Damn ok 

THEY JUST RAN OVER CAROL 

SO NOW THEY’VE GOT BETH AND CAROL 

OH THEYRE FUCKED 

S5, ep 7

I still don’t trust the pastor man 

Maggie pulling a gun on Abraham when he threatens Rosita slayyyy

Fuck Eugene 

Fuck the guys in the hospital - those cops are shit 

The walkers on the ground that’s a lot in the burnt area 

Don’t hurt Daryl fuck 

Handful of Dixon ass - mood 

DON’T TRY AND FEED DARYL TO A WALKER BITCH 

USING A WALKERS HEAD AS A WEAPON KFNJRNFOO YUCK 

What is the pastor man doing??

Beth being sneaky is not what I thought I’d ever see 

Fucken pastor man 

Why the fuck would you trust the cop you just kidnapped ?!?!? Are you stooopidddddd

S5, ep 8

RICK HITTING HIM WITH A CAR 

I mean.. at least he didn’t let the walkers get him

Maggie and Glenn are back finally

Go get Beth

Beth killing that dickhead cop

Don’t fucken ask for the kid - let him go 

Daryl and Rick squaring up for Noah 

BETH STABBED THE COP

BETH GOT SHOT IN THE HEAD BY THE COP

DARYL KILLING THE COP - shit he’s pissed 

DARYL CRYING

Daryl carrying Beth out and Maggie falling to her knees 

Holy shit 

That.. fuck ok

S5, ep 9

Noah’s family 

Finding his mother like that 

OH MY GOD 

TYRESE 

NO 

GETTING BIT BY NOAHS SIBLING 

Why is Tyrese SEEING DEAD PEOPLE 

Cutting off his arm like that 

Holy shit 

Who the fuck decapitated those walkers???

NO TYRESE NO

S5, ep 10

Daryl don’t eat the worm

Please don’t eat the worm

Oh for fucks sake

He ate the worm 

Y’all can’t die like this cmon 

How they keeping the baby alive ?!?!?

Carol telling Daryl to feel it and then kissing his forehead in what is probably one of the only moments of kindness and gentleness he’s ever experienced is WAY too much for me to handle 

THE WOMAN TIED UP IN THE BOOT OF THE CAR AND LEFT TO DIE 

The feral dogs - good lord what are they going to do 

SASHA KILLED THE DOGS 

THEY EAT THE DOGS 

I GET IT BUT HOLY EW 

Daryl putting the cigarette out on his skin fuck

CRYING NO 

The water being left for them - who the fuck ??

GLENNS SMILE AT THE RAIN !!!!!!!!!!

Carl covering the baby with his hat so she doesn’t get too wet 

STORM 

Bby Carl sleeping finally 

“We tell ourselves that we are the walking dead.” “We ain’t them.”

OH THATS A LOT OF WALKERS 

He cleaned the music box for Maggie 🥹🥹🥹

HOLY FUCK 

THAT WAS A BIG ASS STORM 

Aaron ??

How does he know Rick ?!?!?!

S5, ep 11

Daryl going absolutely insane when Aaron is brought in 

“Audition for membership” the fuck 

AYO RICK 

“Long enough to see that despite a lack of food and water, you never turned on each other.” They’re family dude 

“You can trust me.” They’re running a bit low on trust at the moment buddy 

Driving through the walkers like that is wild 

Why so freaked out over a flare gun ???

Alexandria 

Eric 

S5, ep 12

“We brought dinner.” 🤣🤣🤣 

Don’t mind them, they haven’t been house trained yet 

Deanna and Reg 

The beard really makes Rick look feral 

“I’ve killed people.” Yeah how many now?? 

“Sounds like I’d wanna be part of your family.” me too lady, me too 

“I want you to help us survive.”

THATS SO MANY GUNS

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Carol struggling 

OK WHYD HE SHAVE IT OFF COMPLETELY 

Jessie - Ron & Sam

“I won’t bite.” He might 

“The boy and the baby, they deserve a roof.” Pookie 

GUTTING THE ANIMAL ON RICK’S FRONT PORCH IS FERAL OF YOU DARYL DIXON 

Them thinking that being neighbours is too much distance - staying in one house together 

I love everyones collective shock at Rick’s shaved face 

“And I’m just trying to figure Mr Dixon out, but I will.” I wouldn’t count on it hunny 

Daryl please for the love of God, have a shower 

Rick’s panic - bless him - “I was in the middle of losing my mind.” 

Mikey and Enid 

Oh poor sweet baby Carl - bless you child 

“I didn’t just lose her. I killed her.” Jesus 

They’ve been on the run and fighting for their lives for so long, they’ve forgotten how to exist peacefully and without fear - without the suspicion and without feeling like everyone and everything is out to get them 

“They’re weak. And I don’t want us to get weak too.” I genuinely don’t think that’s possible Carl 

CAROL 

“DEN MOTHER” 

“NICE ENOUGH TO PROTECT ME”

WOMAN 

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

DARYL’S FACE WHEN SHE COMES OUT IN THOSE CLOTHES - MAN LITERALLY FROZE 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

THAT WAS A LAUGH  

“Have you taken a shower yet?” “Mm-hmm.” When? The 80s???

“Im gonna hose you down in your sleep.” Please do. I think he has to smell like a bio-hazard by now. 

“You look ridiculous.” How kind of you Dixon 

Enid sneaking out ok 

Aiden and Nicholas 

CARL DON’T FOLLOW HER 

Who took the gun Rick hid???

They WHAT with the walker ??? The fuck ???? 😐😐😐

Aiden swinging on Glenn - Glenn dropping him with a single hit - Daryl immediately jumping in - Daryls growling and feral dog pacing - yes 👀

When your own mother thanks someone for knocking you on your ass you know its bad 

“.. Then we’ll just take this place.” Oh FUCK

S5, ep 13

Sleeping on the floor in their own places cause its what they’re used to 

Olivia - pantry and weapons 

“They just keep getting luckier.” .. “We’re here now.” Facts 

Them pretending to be teaching Carol how to shoot while they make plans - iconic considering she’s a queen 

‘W’ on the walker’s forehead ????? Or ‘M’ ??

Imagine trying to get the jump on Daryl - could never be me 

Daryl’s extra hot these last 2 episodes 

YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOU CAN’T TELL THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HUMANS AND WALKERS BY SOUND ?!?!?! HOW ARE YOU ALIVE ??!?!?!?

She has high hopes for a world in the middle of a zombie apocalypse 

“People are the real threat now.” They kinda always were tho dude 

A welcoming party ??? Seriously ???

“We can’t use Daryl. They’re watching every move he makes.” Leave my Pookie alone 

“I get to be invisible again.” DFNDWOSKNFLKDKNFIJ I HATE YO EX HUSBAND 

Horsey 

Knowing that Norman is terrified of horses makes this hilarious to watch 

“I ain’t gonna hurt ya.” Pookie 

“You used to be somebody’s huh? Now you’re just yours.” That’s oddly profound 

Tobin - weapons 

“The more afraid they get, the more stupid they get.” 

Daryl going to save the horse 

Walkers eating animals - I knew it but fuck it sucks 

NO

NO 

NO 

NO 

NO 

NO 

NOT THE HORSE 

NO 

NO 

Killing the walkers that kill the horse 

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

THATS THE SADDEST DEATH SO FAR 

Daryl lurking outside the party 

“I said try. You did.” 

Pete - doctor 

Pete and Jessie have red ‘A’ on their hands 

Idk how I feel about Jessie 

“I’m just saying, we all lost things.” Yeah but you’ve been behind a wall for god knows how long while Rick and his family were fighting for their lives from cannibals and rapists

Spencer - one of Deanna’s sons 

Pookie, baby, stop eating like that 

“👹Thanks👹”

Aaron has a job for Daryl - and a bike 

YOU WANT DARYL DIXON TO BE A RECRUITER ?!?!?!?

“You want me risking mine, right?” Such a fair comment 

Was that a flicker of emotion on your face I just saw Daryl Dixon ?!??!

“Thanks.. 👹I’ll get you some👹 rabbits👹” 

God Carol don’t get caught 

Not the fucking kid 

CAROL

DAMN 

“You’ll be outside the walls, far, far away, tied to a tree.” Fuck ok 

Why are people expecting them to just.. bounce back into ‘normality’ after god knows how long fighting for their lives ???

RICK

NO

NO

ABSOLUTELY NOT 

It’s a zombie apocalypse and you’re worried about your book club ???? The fuck is wrong with you 

SASHA BBY CALM 

I KNOW THEY’RE CRAZY 

KEEP IT TOGETHER 

S5, ep 14

Pastor man ripping up the Bible 

BIKE 

DARYL 

DARYL ON BIKE 

KSJDFNORNFVOIK

Reg agreeing to teach Noah about architecture 

I’m just waiting for shit to hit the fan 

“Now you’re going to die.” On the music is ironic and not at all helpful 

EUGENE SHUT THE FUCK UP

Why are you questioning Glenn?!?!?

Aiden you are a fucking idiot and I hate you 

Glad he’s dead

Tara pls don’t be dead 

Eugene pls die 

This fucken kid is really annoying Jesus 

Fuck Aiden’s not dead 

“Let’s be friends man.” Why you being threatening then Pete ?

Aiden deserves it 

Pete’s abusing Jessie - calling it now 

Fuck Nicholas man - walkers got Noah because Nicholas is a coward 

Pastor man thinks that Satan is at play in the walls of Alexandria - through Rick and his family 

Carol also thinks Pete is abusing Jessie 

“The day will come when they’ll put their own lives before yours and everyone else’s and they will destroy everything you have here, everything you’re working so hard to build.” 

“You’re gonna have to kill him.” Uh.. ok. 

S5, ep 15

The music is a vibe 

Sasha sweetie you ok? 

OI CAROL MADE THAT FOR YOU

DON’T YOU DARE IGNORE IT 

Light off in the distance - Daryl leave it alone 

Nicholas you piece of shit 

Also don’t trust Spencer 

Actually - I don’t trust any of the people in Alexandria 

She knew he was beating his wife and she did nothing about it - get fucked 

They’ve been fighting for so long they need it 

Who’s hacking up walkers ????

THE WOMAN TIED TO A TREE AND LEFT TO DIE 

‘W’ again 

“If it’s gotten worse, it means he’s killed you.” Facts 

Rick why this chick ??

Don’t lie Rick, you have done this shit foe others 

“Someone who’s trying not to kill you.” I get it, but like.. please do 

“We’re the ones who live.” 

“We have to control who lives here.” “Thats never been more clear to me than right now.” So Rick’s gotta go but the wife beater can stay? Get fucked 

MICHONNE ?!?!?!

S5, ep 16

Morgan? 

Who’s the dick with the gun? 

HES GOT A ‘W’

Y’all are getting yo asses beat 

Why’d you roll up on a man with a gun that doesn’t work?????

DARYL

YO THIS EPISODE IS OVER AN HOUR LONG THE FUCK 

“Because these people are children and children like stories.” 

Sasha what the fuck are you doing? 

Are the people they sent away going to cause problems ???

Side note: Carl and Rick have the same eyes - the casting director did a good job there 

WHO RIGGED THE TRUCKS 

‘W’ 

Using the chain fuckkkkk

‘Trap. Bad people coming. Don’t stay.’ Well fuck 

“And then who would believe I did it because I didn’t like you?” Carol my queen 

“You’re a small, weak nothing.” Slay 

NICHOLAS I WILL KILL YOU

HOW DARE YOU 

LEAVE GLENN ALONE 

Why in the FUCK would you make it so the wife beater can see his wife’s house when you’ve separated him ?????

Ayeeeeee we got a Daryl chuckle !!!!

MORGAN SAVING DARYL AND AARON 

Please let the Pastor man die 

Rosita meddling to get Abraham and Eugene to talk - mother of 2 shitty kids behaviour 

NO

DON’T LEAVE THE GATE OPEN 

YOU FUCKER 

Don’t fucking leave Glenn to die you bastard 

“I’m still with you.” Obviously 

RICK 

LEAVE THE GATE 

PASTOR MAN HAS PROBABLY DONE IT ON PURPOSE TO FRAME YOU 

FUCKEN HELL

WALK AWAY 

“I think I wanna die.” Sasha you’ve been through hell and you’re not back yet. 

Pastor man can rot 

GUYS

WHILE YOU’RE DECIDING IF HE’S WORTH IT, HE’S SAVING YOUR LIVES FROM WALKERS 

Oh thank god Glenn 

Who shot the walker on Rick ??? Sasha ????

“Simply put, there is a vast ocean of shit that you people don’t know shit about. Rick knows every fine grain of said shit and then some.” Yes, yes he does. 

Rick, bby, that’s not how you do this 

Nicholas begging for his life - as he should 

‘W’ has photos of Rick and Carl -  fuck 

Pete killing Reg 

“Rick.. do it.” Oh so he can kill when its convenient for YOU 

Daryl and Aaron bringing Moran to Rick, just as Rick kills Pete 

[carelessflower]

First things first, I’m in awe of how you managed to narrate a story in just 1500 words. Could not be me. That is a great talent babygirl.

Secondly, I usually avoid a certain tags but this one was anyways part of the problemalec event so I was plenty aware of what I might stumble upon. Also, it’s written by you so ofc I’m gonna read the fuck out of it.

Okay, now to the reaxxxx

1. Two leaders faced, one lost, leaving the other begging for mercy, for anything they could do in exchange for their life. There was always a way, of course.

I WONDER WHAT THEY COULD GET IN EXCHANGE HSJSJSJSKSJS

2. Alec remembered his last birthday, trapped between Magnus's heated body and the cold hood of his car, lips stuffed full of Magnus’s cock.

Who wouldn’t want a birthday like that. I’m a whore for Magnus Bane and I respect Alec here. He’s doing it right.

3. “You knew the feds were coming.” Magnus could feel how hard Alec was clenching his shirt, the heat radiating from his body, all caused by him. “And you just fucked off without telling me. You fucking left me there with them.”

I love drama but more than that I love enemies to lover drama. Also mafia shit always hits different.

4. “You’re a coward.” Alec gritted out, and Magnus braced himself for what was coming, what he would end. “You rather get me fucking killed than admit you’re in love with me.”

YOU TELL HIM ALEC. You sucked his dick while on gunpoint. You get his ass.

5. I have no intention of becoming your lovesick boy toy, nor doodling love notes in your diary Alec. I’ve made it very clear.”

Me when someone assumes I have feelings for them lmao.

6. How dare he show up? How dare he not show up sooner?

Something something about Malec and weddings (and not to each other lmao)

7. But Magnus never begged.

Are we sure about this? Are we? Are we? I need to know more of the meetings that happened between the two.

8. Jason, pls run away. They’re crazy, you’re dodging a bullet there babygirl.

Overall, 11/10. Amazinf execution, showstopping storytelling. I have no comments on the smut except that IT WAS FILTHY AND YOU ARE GOING TO HELL JAJSJSKSJSJS

we need more unhinged and crazy writers like you in the fandom. Pls keep being you.

I love you Anh. ❤️🌈🌻 Pls spray some holy water on yourself now byeee!!!

as bestie one commented, i write like i chop words into sentences. i am allergic to not telling while telling something.

they so sick the only thing making nobody catch up to their shenanigans is becuz all the ones caught up are dead lol

what better birthday gift than magnus MAGNUM **** ;))))

alec bebe mouth full heart full but magnus can't say the same

u r so me what is love can we eat it

what are wedding without the groom's ex dramatically show up?

magnus did do some begging ;))) but alec usually too blissed to notice

at least jason not gonna get busted in his own damn house lmao

no amount of holy water can cleanse me im basically elite!!!!! i will rule hell!

[midknitefox]

fallout 4 positng again I'm borwd

I'm halfway through a thing of frosting don't. don't come at me bros.

HANCOCK APPRECIATION MOMENT. I have an obsession. stepped on a mine and he went "are you okay? see any more?"

my HEART.

who couldn't love this man your first interaction is him stabbing the fuck outta a guy who tried to scam you. it's beautiful, really. get yoself a man willing to stab someone for u when you haven't even met yet.

slash jay dont

don't stab people pls this is fiction

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I think nick is better in a fight. oh god

this guy has a mini gun NOPENOPENOPENOPEOPENOEPEMOPNO

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i died

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I killed someone and he said "you handled yourself pretty well, sister"

explodes

HANCOCK STOP NOOOO

HE'S RUNNING INTO THE ROOM WITH THE MINIGUN GUY

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He fucking stabbed her to death what the actual fuck how did he not die (legendary gunner???? wtf????)

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I stole the minigun

perfect for me (Hancock keeps giving me drugs, and he likes when I get hooked on em. I refuse to buy more drugs so until he gives me more drugs I have no drugs. sorry it's not my fault jet is so useful </3)

Hancock I'm glad you're proud of yourself for getting me addicted to everything under the fucking sun. ily <3

oh I'm overweight now. minigun too heavy </3

throws it at Hancock

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does fallout 4 do the same thing as skyrim where if your companions inventory is full you can make them pick stuff up and it'll still work

I dont actually know

Hancock though is now carrying two miniguns (Ashmaker and Junkie's) and a fat man. and I think he has 2 rocket launchers for some reason? not sure.

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I'm so glad I have NO AMMO.

I'm out of 10mm, .44, and the only weapon I can use rn is basically my deathclaw hand

which isn't bad but it's up close and personal . in a gun fight.

I have a shit ton of .38 and .45 (755 and 489 respectively) but no guns for those :/

and now that I think about it I'm out of ammo for both my flamer and cryo thing so idk why I'm carrying them wtf

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maybe I'm overweight from the

yknow

50 fucking mirelurk eggs

why

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unrelated but I watched the show the other day. so good.

genuinely it felt more like the game than anything else I've watched

like . tlou was good. but it didn't feel like the game. fo felt like the game. there were moments that were just. perfect.

random radaways around, the time slowing down slightly in battle feeling like vats, so good

ok rant over (I would love to rant about it more if anyone wants to chat I'm lacking people to talk about it with other than my mother and that's kinda sad)

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I had to step back from a fight due to low hp and Hancock walked up next to me and destroyed them with the minigun I gave him

so real ❤️

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AH GRENADE

I sploded. rip

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STUCK ON DEBRIS 💔💔 WORST DAY EVER

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I picked up a coffee cup and got too much weight

no I refuse to drop the deathclaw hands and hide I lug around

I feel like this is fo4's version of the dragon scales and bones from skyrim </3

..maybe a little lot less heavy . but come on where else do I put em

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AYO HANCOCK

"I didn't say we were finished" in the middle of battle

mMMMmmMMM?????????

I'm so gay

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advanced lock vs a skyrim veteran with 90+ lockpicks, who will win

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yum

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FUCK YOU TOO

sobs violently

I can't believe I'm being forced to drop junk on the ground I'm so sad

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ok but

why

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I have so much jet...... Hancock I love you

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consequences of my actions (i had to drop more junk)

....... I blame the castle.

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HOLY SHIT I JUST GOT DRUGGED WATER

FUCK YEAH

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God I can't handle the dlcs being glitched.

PURPLE GUY!?!??!!?

sobbing. fr

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I'm about 2/3 of the way through this frosting send help

I need to put it away

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I was fixing my blanket and I didn't pause the game but hancock started doing knife tricks

im.

losing it.

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IM SORRY?

i

hate this dlc (not really)

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fuck mirelurks

I have mirelurk trauma (the castle quest)

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dies

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"not a lot of folks would travel with a ghoul, not even one with my charisma" i would any day yes pls ily

"just say the word if you wanna take a little Chem break" I WOULD LOVE TO.

I went to talk to him and i hit "talk" and he went "for you, any time" or something and I'm losing my shit

"seems to me like you're my kinda trouble" when I hit relationship 🥰

random but I love his voice it's just

idk something about it is really nice to me even though it falls into the category of voice types that I usually don't really like

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this has become me obsessing over Hancock holy fuck

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you've gotta be fucking kidding me

SHE CANT FIT AJAHWISHSH

halfway through her hp bar took about 200 bullets

ALL I GOTTA WORRY ABOUT IS THE LITTLE BABIES SHE SHITS OUT AHAHAHA

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........I don't have enough ammo for this like genuinely

[bordysbae]

can u do 21 from the prompt list with turcs pls? thank you!!

“not really sorry”

alex turcotte x zegras!reader

21. “i didn’t mean to walk in on you changing!”

wc: 1.0k

this is kinda rushed but oh well

your older brother trevor has always told you his friends are off limits, and most of the time you never had any interest in his friends anyways. to you they were all annoying, sloppy, and overprotective, but that all changed when alex turcotte hit his growth spurt and gained the confidence to hit on girls. suddenly, you fell into the jealousy rabbit hole every time you saw him with another girl or heard him talking about one. and what sucked even more is that because you became good friends with all of trevor’s teammates, they all saw you as a younger sister. alex included.

you have always been a little bit closer with alex than the rest of trevor’s friends, but you’re pretty close with all of them. you’re also only one year older than jacks younger brother luke, so you two grew to become close as well. you told luke about your feelings for alex in confidence, and you knew he wouldn’t tell trevor. he always tried his best to help you, but eventually the both of you gave up when alex got a girlfriend. thankfully he broke up with her a few weeks ago, but you noticed he’s barely been going out like he used to.

because alex has been so absent lately, you had absolutely no idea that he was coming to hang out with the ‘group’ today. the group being trevor’s teammates, you, and luke. it’s a nice hot summer day, and you’re all spending the day at the hughes’ lake house. as you’re changing in luke’s bathroom, you’re removing your bra when suddenly the door opens. you gasp and cover your bare chest, as alex immediately shuts the door. “i’m so sorry! holy shit i’m so so sorry! i didn’t mean to walk in on you changing!” alex stutters through the door.

you feel your cheeks heat up but you also can’t help from laughing a little. “it’s alright turcs, i totally thought i locked the door. i’ll let you know when i’m done,” you chuckle awkwardly, and alex does the same. you hear him walk away down the hallway and you face palm. “no way that just happened,” you mutter to yourself. you look at your face in the mirror and realize how red your face is. little do you know alex is trying to make the pink on his cheeks lessen as well.

once everyone is changed into their swim suits, you all get on the boat. jim and some of the boys are fishing while others are jamming out to all different types of music. you and ellen are tanning, and luke comes and sits next to you. “hi luke, you’re done fishing?” you ask.

“yeah, there’s like barely any fish anyways. aren’t you hot?” luke asks you, pressing a finger to your slightly burnt shoulder.

“eh it’s fine, i need to tan,” you shrug. suddenly trevor, jack, and spencer come over to both you and ellen and start bothering you two. you notice alex standing awkwardly behind your brother, trying not to look at you. you brush it off, and as you’re about to speak out a sentence, trevor, jack, and luke pick you up by your limbs and start swinging you over the edge of the boat.

“don’t you dare!” you shriek, but it was too late. you’re flung over the edge of the boat, and crash into the cold lake water. you swim to the surface, and see all of the guys laughing, jim includeded. “oh i hate you guys! someone help me up!” you groan in annoyance, since you had no intentions of getting into the lake until later.

alex reaches over the boat, and lends out an arm for you, helping you up the ladder. he awkwardly mumbles something you can barely make out, but you catch it surprisingly. “can we talk later?” he asks, and you make the ‘mhm’ noise, and alex nods.

—

after a long day out on the boat, you all head out to the fire pit in the backyard. “oh shoot! i forgot s’mores stuff!” ellen complains. “oh i can get it!” you and alex say at the same time, you both look at each other and realize this is now a good time to ‘talk,’ so you both agree to go together. as you’re both walking into the house, alex speaks first. “i’m sorry about earlier, and i’m sorry if i made things awkward. but it kind of made me realize something,”

“and what’s that?”

“i like you more than a friend, i have for awhile honestly. but i always saw you as a younger sister, or well technically just trevor’s younger sister, but i forced myself to see you as a close friend because of trevor’s rules,” alex says, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

“what rules?” you question

“he told all of us you’re off limits,” alex explains.

“well that’s too bad, cause i have feelings for you too alex”

you didn’t realize that you and alex had been inching closer to each other as the tension grew, but now alex is inches away from your face. “oh really?” he chuckles, making the fluttering feeling in your stomach increase.

“yeah, but i guess i’m off limits huh?” you tease.

“well i don’t see trevor, do you?” alex says, looking around the empty kitchen.

“oh stop being such a tease and kiss me already,” you groan in annoyance. the tension between you both is now so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“i knew i liked them demanding,” alex jokes as he leans in to kiss your lips. you feel the world stop spinning as you and alex’s lips melt together, but suddenly the door opens and you hear luke gasp then start laughing.

“oh shit, that wasn’t something i thought i’d ever see! but hey it’s about time!” luke smirks. you and alex look like deers in headlights as luke stands in the doorway of the sliding glass door.

“luke please don’t tell trevor,” you plead. “oh don’t worry, my mom was just wondering what was taking so long. i’ll just tell her you guys can’t find the marshmallows,” he winks as he turns around and exits the house once again.

“just so you know, i’m not really sorry for seeing you change earlier. it wasn’t the worst sight i’ve seen before,” alex jokes, making your mouth fall agape.

“shut it you perve! go find the marshmallows,” you blush, playfully hitting his chest as you turn around towards the pantry.

[confusedfoam]

okay I’m home I’ve cut all my hair off I’ve sort of eaten dinner I think I can approach articulation let’s uuuuhh take this character by character I think

Normal

rip this kid, he got pretty fucked over this go around. his house got fire and water damage and his mom also got lit on fire so that sucks.

Also his attempts to connect with scary got undermined and brushed off, he was trying to tell her she has people who care and that they’ll be there and all this lovely stuff and link was going the complete opposite angle and undermining him. (note: this is not a complaint, his approach was too head on to get through to scary and I think it makes beautiful sense for everyone’s characters but damn sucks for normal tho)

and of course. Teeny, gone. His will they won’t they partner, a mole and betrayer. This boy is going to be shattered and somehow I don’t think the goofs realm is going to be exactly comforting.

oh and can we talk about normals cult susceptibility and his family history cause 👀👀👀 yo thank you will

Taylor

Oh man him crying broke my heart, just thinking of him all heart broken and blubbering. I hope he gets to see Nick again soon but I feel like he probably won’t. I also love that his roll in the hug was just a shitty attempt at a sleeper hold.

failing to get through to his mom was one of the most frustrating shitty rolls of his so far but narratively its probably for the best. but man fuck willy and how things go his way (crack conspiracy of the minute: Willy’s got Cassandra on the back burner hoping to (already has?) knock her up for a back up source of daddy magic)

Link

Links teen apathy arc is so valid. also congrats to the gothcleats enthusiasts this was a banger for y'all. I respect the hell out of Matt as a roleplayer. he knows what he wants to do with link so well. I don’t even know what to say I’m happy this is working out for him I guess, can’t wait to watch it crash down.

Scary

Ohhhhhhh boy. oh boy. my poor girl. She needs so much therapy. She needs her mom. She needs more hugs. Christ.

but for real god bless beth may “am I enough?” nearly fucking killed me there were almost real actual tears. her asking willy for a hug and getting so coldly brushed off, not even rejected just brushed off? crushing.

Scary embracing her apathy arc is such a set up for disaster. I am very excited about the soccer admission though I think that was a good start. someone get this girl a sunny afternoon and a beautiful soccer field asap. (the other crack conspiracy: Scary’s had her jock phase, her goth phase, it’s now time to enter her stoner burnout phase. this is founded nothing on other than how she said it when she confessed to wanted to play soccer and also that it would be pretty funny. no more feelings time to just smoke pot about them)

Hermie

I mean that reveal was so much. like holy shit. also I know some people don’t like his name being herman but I actually love that so much sorry y'all.

Anthony

mad and endless respect to my anti egot king that dad fact was so fucking funny. maybe a contender against the back tattoo incident

-

annnnd that’s my current run down of thoughts. what an episode. pls talk to me about it I’m dying out here

[spider-biter]

🌙 Late Afternoon Sun ☀️ - Marc Spector/reader

Summary: A brief glimpse into your life with former mercenary Marc Spector

Warnings: mentions of knives, mild talk of blood. You cut ur hand open on accident so!

A/N: im in the trenches so this might suck idk. btw POVs are so weird so if it’s a lil funky- I know- please lmk what you thought!!! I look at every like/reblog :) love u guys!

Rating: pure ache-inducing fluff. pls send help I’m so touch starved-

Marc Spector was a terrible cook.

Jake could somehow cook the most delicious, spicy, authentic Guatemalan food you have ever tasted. Steven could make every vegan dish under the sun. But Marc Spector could barely boil a hotdog. Which is why you were currently triple checking the oven to make sure it was on.

It was supposed to be a simple meal. Something with bell peppers, carrots, and maybe some ground beef if Steven let us. But so far it had been 20 minutes of pure chaos in our small kitchen.

Marc had just walked in from work, hearing the soft words of Elvis float through the flat. He gently set his keys down and smiled to himself. Even after the day he had at work he still got to come home to you. He wandered into the kitchen before sitting down on one of the barstools. Your back was turned to him double checking the recipe. You turned around before being surprised at seeing him.

“Marc! Holy shit, you almost made my heart stop!” ‘We seriously need to get him a fucking bell’ you thought. You swore you can hear Steven a mile away & hear Jake's curses down the hallway, but Marc somehow always snuck up on you.

“Now you know how I feel sweetheart” he joked, leaning on his chin. You rolled your eyes in response before going back to cutting vegetables.

“How was work?” To some, it was a bland question. But to Marc? After fighting his whole life, his whole childhood, to be asked such simple and mundane questions, and have someone care? It meant the world. So he smiled and started talking about his simple day job. It wasn’t anything super fun or amazing, just helping with INTERPOL data across Europe & risk assessments, but such a simple life was what he wanted.

You both talked about life, simple parts of your days. You listened to him talk about the trip he’s going on in 2 weeks to bust some Polish drug ring, and he listened to you rant about some random work drama. It was nice.

Until you sliced your fucking hand open.

“Shit” you softly uttered, setting down the knife. Marc stopped mid-sentence and quickly got up.

“Hey hey hey, it’s gonna be ok, grab a towel and apply pressure,” he held your shoulders as you pressed the towel against the wound. It wasn’t deep enough for stitches or anything, and it didn’t hurt super bad. But still, slicing your hand open was not what you felt like doing today.

“Ok, once the bleeding has stopped we’re gonna rinse it out, alright? No soap or anything, just water,” he explained, putting the vegetables away. You of course laughed, before reminding him that you weren’t 7.

To which he replied “I know but I gotta make sure my girl is alright,” before going and grabbing the first aide kit. You rolled your eyes smiling as you rinsed your wound out.

He came back in and guided you over to the bare stool before taking your hand. “At least I won’t complain about your bandaging technique” you smiled. Marc always had a critique when it came to how you wrapped up his knuckles after a night. Of course, it was all in good fun but that didn’t stop him from rolling his eyes in return.

“Hush or I’ll use alcohol instead of Hydrogen peroxide.” He smirked. You and him sat like that for maybe 5 minutes. Softly quipping back and forth, he tenderly addressed your cut.

Marc softly wrapped the gauze around your palm, securing it in place with some weird medical magic. He then turned your hand over and brought it up to his lips, before softly kissing it. “So romantic,” you blushed.

“And it’s nothing less than what you deserve,” His eyes danced with mischief before standing up, still holding your hand gently. You stood up as well before pulling him into a hug. A feeling of just love and utter devotion swept through you the moment he softly kissed your hand.

‘This man deserves nothing less than the world’ you thought, ‘and I’ll give him exactly that’ You tried your hardest to communicate that with the hug, hoping he understood.

What you didn’t know was that, while Marc wasn’t normally as much of a touch lover as Jake or Steven, he could still tell that this hug was simply filled with raw, pure, love. His dad was never the type to give him a hug, it was just something they never did. Especially around his mom. The last hug he probably ever got was from Layla, before the whole Egyptian god thing.

So he stood stunned for a second before gently hugging back. You smiled and leaned into the nape of his neck. It felt like a cosmic want, to be as close to him as possible. And so we stood there for what felt like an eternity of bliss.

You pulled away and lightly held his forearms and stared into his eyes.

“Marc Spector. I love you so so so much. I am the luckiest person in the world to have found you. You are loveable. You are loved by me.”

Your hand moved to softly cradle his cheek and wipe away a stray tear. His eyes were watering and his brow had an adorable crease in the middle.

“I love you in every way that I know how. You are more than enough. You are my universe”

You finished and leaned in to kiss him. His lips met yours, and in that moment, in every universe, you fell in love 100 times over.

When you finally broke for air, you leaned together, foreheads touching. His thumbs rubbed circles over your hands, careful not to disturb the gauze. And you stood, in the middle of the cozy flat. The late afternoon sun casts a soft hue over everything, emulating the warmth in your heart. ‘This is our home. They are my home.’ you thought.

He pulled back before hooking his hands around your hips, his eyes still staring into yours.

“I love you. I know it’s not the most romantic way to say it, but I would relive every single part of my life 100 times over, if it meant I still get to see you every time I wake up”

Your brain quickly floundered. Marc had told you about his past. About Wendy. About Randall. About his alcoholism. And he said he would do it all 100 times over??? Just for you?? You were damn near speechless.

‘Holy shit. I think I just fell in love all over again.’ You thought before giving him a watery smile. “Even if I wake you up early?” You laughed.

He rolled his eyes playfully. “Yes. Even if you wake me up despicably early.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. In actuality, your heart was on fire for this man. You’ve never felt so much love and happiness in your life. He let out a soft chuckle before leaning in for a kiss. Right as you were about to too, the oven beeped.

“Oh shit! The peppers!” You quickly left his soft hold and grabbed the oven mitt. Taking out your peppers you turned and saw Marc looking at you like you kicked a puppy.

“What? I couldn’t forget my peppers!” You said innocently as you turned the oven off. The peppers in question were burnt beyond saving.

“You are so going to pay for that,” Marc smirked from across the island

You were almost tempted to play dumb, but the look in his eyes was obvious.

“Mhmm yeah definitely, but is that gonna be before or after we eat plain charred bell peppers for dinner?” You said sarcastically motioning to the empty counter.

He simply shrugged before walking around and saying “I guess that depends on how long the delivery guy takes.” He said fake innocently.

Your hands went to his shoulders, peppers long forgotten. “Or we could just ask them to drop it at the door, no interruptions required…” You whispered softly in his ear.

Something in his eyes shifted before you felt yourself being picked up bridal style and carried to the bedroom. “Put me down, Marc!!” You laughed tightening your grip around his neck.

“We still have to place the order!” You joked as he made his way through the flat. He rolled his eyes and smiled at you as we walked through the flat. “Good lord, are you trying to make me beg for it?” He playfully raised his eyebrow.

“Maaaaybe,” You said barely containing your smile and looking away.

“Not gonna happen, sweetheart,” he chuckled, “If anything-“

“Marc!” You laughed, “Before you finish that sentence I need to remind you that we are both fully clothed. And that’s a problem that needs to be solved.” He looked down at you before gently setting you down on the bed.

“A problem? Whatever will we do about that?” He smiled as the door clicked shut.

Let’s just thank the lord that UberEats still delivers at 3 am.

[calehenituse-brainrot]

Hello. I know you're horny and stuff and this probably at the back of your head, but can you do aftercare with Cale? I don't know how to ask this politely. If this makes you uncomfortable, then you can skip it. Thank you for reading my ask! ^_^

HELLO BABEYY this was sent when i was dead asleep so sorry :')

also, you're fine! though please just speak to me as if im one of your friends, i don't mind people talking casually with me. also, I'm fine writing this stuff, so it's okay :>

im gonna write this one down before i move on to my next assignment for the day :)) (i get them daily someone pls come and kill me)

i hope you don't mind me doing this in bullet points?

LETS TALK ABOUT AFTERCARE WITH CALE, something long overdue tbh. thanks anon, for getting me to write this.

im going to be real with you, i think this man would quite literally do every single example out there of what you should do as an aftercare

one thing he would always ask you after every session is "are you okay?"

he'd urge you to drink some water and even get you extra blankets if you want to bundle up

he always has snacks somewhere in his room, mostly hidden in the nightstand if you want to eat something and a glass pitcher full of water is always in the room

ngl if he was a modern-day sneaky link (i doubt he'd do that tho lmao), you'd love to sleep over because the man is just so CONSIDERATE and ATTENTIVE

the bar is in hell for me, yall

if you're too sore and tired, he'd clean up after you too plss

he'd grab a damp towel and wipe away anything sticky on both of yall

give him kisses as thanks if he's near you when wiping you down because you'll see the sweetest fucking smile ever

if you ever get insecure after a session, he'll be so sweet on you oh my fucking god

"did i do good?"

"you were great," he'd say, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

whenever you get bruises, he'd rub them and try to lessen the pain by massaging them.

NOW LETS TALK ABOUT AFTERCARE WITH YOU THO

sometimes cale feels a bit guilty whenever the session ends with you getting bruised and just went quiet :(

he'd stare at the bruises and rub them but you can tell he feels bad

you'd have to convince him that it was fine

"it's okay, cale," you'd say to him with a smile. "i like it. i love it when you do this, this, this"

yeah, it's fine, but he still feels bad whenever you have a hard time walking

but you'd try your best to convince him by trying to walk and seeing you do that usually makes him feel better !!

sometimes when the session ends up being too messy, the two of you would take a bath together and omg

you'd sit on the bathtub and he'll sit in between your legs

you run your hands through his hair, washing his back and shoulders

sometimes you kiss him there and whisper how much you love him

THATS THE SHIT RIGHT THEREEEE cale loves you so much for that holy shit

say something about how nice he was to you, please

"you were so gentle with me," say that while pressing your lips to his shoulder and holding onto his biceps. "i'm so lucky."

please he usually doesn't like getting praised but this shit can make him go nuts

cuddling is basically a must between the two of you!!

sharing loving gazes and brushing each other's hair if they seemed a bit down

SLOW!!! GENTLE!!! KISSES!!!

cale is a sucker for sweet kisses.

give them to him.

just cuddling in bed, wrapped with blankets like a burrito until you both fall asleep

usually you fall asleep facing each other, with cale being the small spoon

it's because you'll brush his hair if yall are in this position and that shit knocks him out QUICK

if one of you experienced a drop the next day, you can bet your ass the other one is quickly trying their best to help them out

bottom line, the two of you are very attentive to each others' needs.