#wesley (CRASH)

[temporaltourguide]

i dont think my gifs are exactly perfect, i hate subtitling gifs even if im copying them from the youtube subtitles

(probably gonna post these on tenor, just gonna size up the subtitles)

maybe next time i'll put a black border around the subtitles so the colors dont blend into the armor

[i-give-u--art]

(Click for better graphics) The last last face fancannon 🫡

He is just scutch a silly little munchkin 🦐

[yandereunsolved]

Yandere Pops and Wes fixating over the same darling would genuinely be such a mess.

They're both middle-aged men who know their obsessive tendencies towards the young FIXER are wrong.

They're both possessive and intimidating, leaning towards isolating their darling.

They're both in positions of power over darling: Pops being the leader, the one who commands the team, and Wes being the medic, the one who is in charge of everything and anything medical.

Where they differ is in the fact that Pops is able to healthily and subtly display his feelings for darling. Wes is unable to act so vulnerable and will accidentally end up pushing them away emotionally.

They both kind of look at each other and are like "damn it."

"I-I can't believe you are proposing such a thing. I thought you of all people would be rational enough to understand that engaging in our feelings for them will only lead to unchecked madness."

"Rational? Rational like you med checking them everytime they get too close to someone you deem a threat, Wes?"

"I resent that fact, however true it may be. Well played, Pops."

What Pops is proposing is sharing darling. Yes, the young FIXER should get a say in it, but he doesn't have the heart to sit them down and risk it all just for a probable no.

[birdhouseblog25]

Wesley: *Sipping on his coffee in his office*

Some random ranger team: *Breaking the space-time continuum again by accident or ranger shenanigans.*

*Looks out the window*

Wesley: ....

*Ground Shakes, coffee spills*

Wesley: ?!

*A hole in space-time rips the sky, causing dinosaurs to fall from the sky.*

Wesley: *eye twitching*

Eric: *Rushes into the room quantum blaster in hand.* Hey Wes! Did you feel that-

Wesley: Yes. I feel it. Every day I feel it Eric. I feel it every GOD. DAMN. DAY.

[thatsgonnaleaveamark]

Tell Me A Story 1x07 (p1)

[sourorchard]

hey hey hey! i wrote a CRASH fanfiction! it's... pretty well described by the title hah :D when it comes to WHY i wrote it about this in particular it really comes down to "i thought it'd be funny if my first CRASH fic on ao3 was about wes' first experience with fanfiction" and that's pretty much it. enjoy!

[novasquadron]

i Desperately want to read a fic where wesley and riker have a heart to heart after the best of both worlds pt2,, i'm not even sure how i want the conversation to go, i just need them to talk :') like i want them to acknowledge how stressful and traumatic the entire situation was and especially riker ordering wesley to fucking send it because cmooooon dude you can't convince me that didn't affect either of them !! star trek acknowledge how fucked up these situations are challenge failed for the one millionth time </3 heart been broke so many times </3

[wilwheaton]

The Wedding Crusher

There's a quick scene where Ransom runs into him, and is absolutely POSITIVE they know each other. Wesley says they've never met. Ransom says that they definitely know each other. Maybe from when they were kids?

Okay, so. I’m developing this Star Trek Lower Decks fan fiction I call The Wedding Crusher. There’s a wedding on the Cerritos. Traveler Wesley shows up because he loves to crash Starfleet weddings. It’s kind of his thing. When he gets there, he runs into Mariner. For the rest of the time he is on the ship, all he wants is for her to think he’s cool, because they went to academy together when he…

[girlbossvicvega]

I will give Born Again this, matt’s lines about how foggy was the most pure and kind and decent person ever are great if you read them as matt’s worldview being warped by grief. because if you go back to the start of daredevil, it’s actually matt who’s pushing them to do the right thing at every turn in season one lol foggy’s kind of just getting dragged along by his sheer force of will. matt’s the one who pushes to prove karen’s innocence pro bono, he’s the one who questions wesley’s money, he leads them away from lucrative jobs at landman and zack so they can fight for the disenfranchised, he and karen are the ones who push and probe things at every turn etc. iirc foggy doesn’t even really want to go after fisk but matt is just like fogs we’re doing this now and so foggy’s like ok fine. fineeee. whatever we’ll do this stupid fisk investigation thing. it’s one of many reasons why Nelson v Murdock is so good lol it’s the exact point you can see when the reality he’s built for himself where he can just hold on tight to matt forever and rely on matt’s morality and goodness to guide him to the right thing comes crashing down. yeah so your good-natured (law) partner lied to you for years because he was afraid you’d reject the real and much less palatable him. yeah so he’s actually addicted to extrajudicial violence and in following his morals he inadvertently endangered you both. sorry

[misterjameswesley]

*Wesley enters the house, phone in one hand a large bag in the other* Yes sir, I'm dropping it off now... It would appear that your house is unusually lively. One of the doors is... Indisposed.

I think i got everything...

I don't know what size... shark... you wear, I just got you an XL

@merc-with-the-m0uth

[sunflowersandsapphires]

The Art of Persistence

pairing: Frank Castle x fem!reader 

summary: After a long day, you return home to the comfort of your two favorite boys.

warnings: swearing, brief misogyny, Frank being adorable

a/n: For the lovely @zomtart who wanted to see something with Frank and a dog! As always, reblogs and comments fuel my writing!

w/c: 2.1k

“The art of love is largely the art of persistence.” Albert Ellis

Walking through the doors into the bakery, your heart sank. It was going to be a long day, you could smell it on the air. The humidity seeping through the cracks in the doors had made the atmosphere purgatorial. You could feel the heat clouding around you, the air laden with moisture only made stickier by the ovens inside. Blowing a frustrated breath out of your nose, you gave a pleasant nod to your manager as she slunk past you towards her office.

“Good morning to you too,” You muttered, stalking into the back to set down your bag.

You were rapidly approaching your breaking point. Each inhale flooded your senses with the aroma of toasted sesame and melted butter--the combination turning sour after a week of beligerent customers and stressful shifts. If you didn't need the money, you'd have called out. Unfortunately, those precious wages and tips were keeping you afloat right now.

Tossing a thin canvas string over your neck, you secured the flashy red apron around your waist with a tight knot, not minding the line of pain that encircled you as you yanked at the ends. Pinning your worn name tag to your chest, you spun on your heel and headed for the counter.

Today was a new day. It would be busy, Mondays always were, but that didn't mean it would be bad. Right..?

Lamentably, by the time the morning rush had ended and you were finally able to slip into the break room for a moment away from the chaos, you were confident today would be the same as every other day. In a period of three hours, it had all gone to shit. Two of your coworkers had called out, throwing you and the one other reliable employee to the wolves. One particularly aggressive customer had thrown a cup of scalding coffee at you—claiming it was burnt after the tiniest sip you’d ever seen. And, the cherry on top of the crappy day you were having, you'd burnt the shit out of your hand pulling a bagel out of the toaster for a family that wouldn't stop nagging you. Fuck your well-being, they had places to go.

The circulation to your legs was slowly being cut off by the tourniquet you'd accidentally tied your waist in, but you couldn't be bothered to fix it. Staring wearily at your bandaged hand your body trembled with fatigue, discomfort, and residual adrenaline. Pulling out your phone, you positioned it in your good hand, selecting the proper contact and crossing your fingers.

Please pick up, please pick up, please—

“Hey doll, did you need somethin'?” Frank's gruff voice crackled over the line, relief crashing over you as it did. Your body sagged at the question, the idea that you weren't handling it all alone.

“Um, yah, I was wondering if you could take Wes out for me? A handful of people didn't come in so I'm stuck working a shift and a half.” You nibbled at the skin on your bottom lip, hoping Frank wouldn't be annoyed that you asked him to care for your dog again this week.

You'd gotten Wesley as a puppy about a year ago, after a friend found him and his siblings abandoned in a nearby park. He was the last to be adopted, but you just couldn't deny his sweet little face. Unsurprisingly, the pair of you got along swimmingly.

The only problem arose at times like these, when your manager demanded that you stay past your scheduled end time to fulfill someone else's obligations. Wes was a good boy, but he could only hold out for so long without needing to pee or expend some energy. When you weren't there to play fetch or run around the block, you often turned to your partner for help.

You knew Frank adored your rambunctious pup, but the thought of adding more to his plate for any reason always made you guilty. He was busy, he had his own life and job and shit to do. Wes was your responsibility. Frank hadn't signed up for this, nor was he being compensated for his time. You really needed to hire a dog walker or something, that just wasn't an option given your slim budget right now.

“Not a problem, sweetheart. I’ll head to your place when I can. You know when you'll be home?” As always, Frank accepted the burden immediately, without so much as an irritated sigh. His readiness to care for you and your four-legged roommate never failed to sweep you off your feet.

“Around 6, if I'm lucky. I know that's late—” You rubbed at the back of your neck, grimacing as your fingers were met with warm, clammy skin.

“Don't worry about that, doll, you ain't the reason for that.” Frank reasoned, his patience only fueling the flames of guilt swirling around you.

“I mean, I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who could be at fault.” You laughed bitterly, swallowing the despair coating your tongue.

“No, you aren't.” Frank protested firmly. “Ain't your fault your boss wants you to stay, babydoll. You're just doin' whatcha can to stay employed. No shame in that.”

Your eyes fell closed as you let out a breath you hadn't meant to hold. Frank's response was tender, effortlessly caring, as if he was there rubbing your back and calming you down. Soothing your doubts with every syllable. He understood the pressure you were under and he never blamed you for it.

“Thank you.” You whispered, the longing you felt to be with him only intensifying as he comforted you from a distance.

“No need to thank me, honey. Just get home safe, yah?” The concerned edge that perpetually lined Frank's words tipped the corners of your lips into a smile.

“Ok.” You promised, bidding him goodbye.

The rest of your day slogged along like a fish attempting to swim through jello. Slow, awkward, and unbelievably messy. Each interaction corroded your dwindling social battery, wearing your patience thin. It took every fiber of your being to not scream right back at the customers as they demanded ridiculous things from you.

Oh your espresso isn’t coming fast enough? Why don’t you come around the counter and make it your damn self. 

Rolling your eyes at the annoyed tone of the customer begging for the drink, you pretended not to hear him as you steamed milk for another order. 

“Geez bitch, are you deaf?” 

You barely registered his muttered comment, but it struck you like a blade anyway. Fist clenching around his cup, your fingernails punctured the cheap, waxy paper, splattering the freshly brewed espresso over your work station. 

“Oh no!! I’m so sorry sir, I’ll make you a new one.” Shooting the fuming man your best try at an innocent, I’m-simply-so-ditsy smile, you tossed the ruined cup into a nearby trash can gracefully. With growing satisfaction, you took your sweet time restarting the beverage, hoping the asshole would burn his tongue the second you handed it over. 

Shoving the tiny cup across the counter, you cemented your beaming smile in place as the dude snatched it from your grip without a word. 

“You’re welcome, asshole.” You muttered as he slammed the door on his way out. A glance to the clock quickly lifted your spirits. 

Ten minutes. Ten minutes and the shift from hell would be over. You’d collect your tips and bolt before your supervisor asked for something else. 

Behind you, your next problem cleared their throat. Whipping around to face the uptight, blazer-clad woman, you raised an eyebrow. “What can I do for you?” 

Fumbling with the keys on your ring, your fingers hadn’t even lined the correct one up with the lock when the bolt thunked, the door sliding open. Standing on the other side of the frame, taking up most of your frame of vision with his broad stature, was Frank.

Tumbling into him, you groaned happily as his giant arms engulfed you, his stomach shaking with a brief laugh.

“Missed you too, sweetheart. We both did.” Pulling back slightly, Frank jerked his head to the wiggling golden retriever who was barely containing his excitement a few paces away.

Squeezing through the door past your hulking boyfriend, you knelt before your ecstatic canine, opening your arms for him to clamber into. Hugging your dog as he wriggled and chirped happily wasn't easy, but it made your heart swell with adoration every time you tried.

The way your dog reacted when you came home from work was nothing less than an ego boost. Poor Wes could never seem to keep still, too overwhelmed with joy and love that his tail swished wildly, shaking his whole body. Once you were within kissing distance, Wesley was determined to slobber all over you, reminding you just how much he'd missed you while you were away. These moments made all the hardship worth it.

Crouching behind you, Frank's hand slid beneath your raised elbow to scratch at Wesley's back, crowding in until you were fully leaning against him. You exhaled, sinking into his chest as he tugged you impossibly closer. Trailing kisses down the side of your face towards your shoulder, Frank rumbled with a chuckle as your dog plopped over the pile of legs, rolling belly up with an open-mouthed smile.

“Try as I might, I don't think I'll ever be the favorite.” Frank remarked, giving Wes a firm rub on his stomach.

“Well, I do feed him.” You snorted, scratching at your dog's ear. “Seems to be the key to both of your hearts.”

“Got that right,” Frank agreed, squeezing you tightly until you giggled. “Did your shift go ok?”

Puffing out a breath, you shrugged, turning your head so he could see your face. “Only got called a bitch once so, I'd say that's a win.”

Scoffing indignantly, Frank scowled. “Gimme a name, sweetheart.”

“Frank,” You groaned, not unhappily. “If I let the Punisher loose on every asshole that came through the shop, we'd have a massacre on your hands.”

“I'd do it anyway. They deserve it, treatin' service workers like that.” Frank grumbled, nuzzling your cheek.

Your hand slid up to the base of his scalp, twisting the edges of his hair in your fingers. “I appreciate it, handsome. But I'm ok, promise.”

“Did ya make good tips at least?” His question was genuine, his expression almost hopeful, but you barked a laugh anyways.

“Take a guess.” Your voice was bitter, thinking of all the ungrateful patrons you'd had in the last twelve hours.

“Hmm,” Frank pondered. “Twenty?”

“Fuck Frankie, I wish.” You rolled your eyes. “Two bucks.”

“You're shittin' me.”

“Unfortunately, my dear, I am telling the god's honest truth.” You laughed humorlessly.

“Two bucks. Fuckin' hell.” Frank scrubbed a hand over his face, clenching his jaw as his anger roiled deep within. “I'm so sorry, doll.”

“Me too, Frankie.” You pouted, feelings of inadequacy mingling with the fear of being utterly stuck in this dead-end job. “I hate asking you to help with Wes every damn day. You deserve better.”

“Hey now, don't you go worryin your pretty little head about me,” Frank scolded gently. “You're the one who don't deserve to be treated this way.”

“Don't have much of a choice, do I?” You wondered aloud, shoulders curling in as you descended back into hopelessness. “I need this job.”

“Then you'll stick with it for now,” Frank proposed. “And I'll help ya find somethin' better in the meantime.”

“You don't have to do that Frank,” You objected, letting him slip out from under you and offer you a hand up.

“I know I don't have to, darlin'. I want to.” Kissing your lips tenderly, Frank cupped your cheek as heat rushed to your face.

“Thank you.” You murmured, chest tightening with emotion.

“Anytime, gorgeous.” Frank winked at you, bringing a smile back to your face.

A piercing squeak caught your attention, drawing it towards the floor where an impatient Wesley displayed a plush toy you didn't recognize.

“Did you buy him a toy?” You asked Frank, knowing grin creeping over your face as the man blushed bright pink, shrugging one shoulder. Bending down, you tugged at the arm of the wooly sheep, pretending that you were grabbing it for yourself until Wesley ran off, squeaking it victoriously.

“Needed somethin' to do and he seemed bored, so we took a walk to the pet store on 45th.” The embarrassed man mumbled, rubbing at his nape and averting his gaze.

“Aw, Frankie,” Winding your arms back around Frank's tree trunk waist, you peppered kisses across his face. ”That's so sweet of you.“

“It's nothin', really,” Frank stated matter-of-factly.

“Sure, tough guy. It's nothin',” You smirked, clenching your arms one final time before gripping his hand. “Come sit, we can order dinner and play with Wes.”

Planting a firm kiss against your hairline, your scalp tickled as Frank smiled. “Sounds like a plan.”

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[thebisexualdogdad]

can u make a sequel (or maybe even a prequel 😉) to ur tim x male! chen reader fic?

Lucy's brother part 1

Tim Bradford x Male!reader

So finding out that you had slept with your sister's training officer was pretty awkward to say the least but you really liked Tim and talked to them separately to see if there was any possible way you could continue to see him.

They each had valid concerns and neither wanted anyone to think Tim would give Lucy special treatment just because he was dating her brother but after a couple of weeks the two of them decided you and Tim should give this relationship a real shot.

You didn't necessarily keep it a secret but you weren't so open about it either which wasn't hard for Tim since he already preferred keeping his private life private… well, except for his best friend Angela who still found this whole situation quite amusing, most people at the station didn't even know he was gay.

Lucy on the other hand had a much harder time not spilling your relationship to everyone especially Jackson and Nolan.

“Tim seems in a good mood, maybe he'll take it easy on you today,” Jackson laughs as they collect their war bags for their shift.

“Huh? What? I have no idea what you're talking about I wouldn't know why he's in a good mood,” she rambles, avoiding eye contact as she ejects herself from the conversation and hurrying out the door to the patrol cars.

You rarely brought Tim to the apartment, usually spending time at his house to avoid creating any awkward run ins like the time he used your shower after a day at the paintball range and Lucy came home to him walking around in only a towel.

Tonight however Lucy told you she was going to be gone due to plans to go bar hopping with Jackson, Nolan and some of the other rookies they graduated with from the academy and her crashing at Jackson's apartment afterwards.

You took the opportunity to invite Tim over for a date night in, cooking him dinner and watching a movie however the movie was forgotten about half way through when Tim started kissing your neck.

Now you were on top of him making out on the couch, your phone on the kitchen counter where you couldn't hear your it buzzing with texts from Lucy saying how plans changed and Jackson was crashing with you guys instead.

The movie was too loud for you two to hear the front door opening and Lucy turned the light on to the sight of you in Tim’s lap, both of your shirts gone but luckily you were still dressed from the waist down.

“Oh my god,” she says covering her eyes.

“Hey Tim what are you doing here?” Jackson says pretty tipsy, taking him a minute to put the pieces together yet, “woah wait, are Y/N and Tim dating?”

You quickly hop off Tim and you scramble for your shirts, “you can open your eyes Lucy we’re decent.”

“You really couldn't go to your bedroom to do that?” Lucy questions, her words slurred, “now I have to burn the couch.”

“Don't be so dramatic nothing happened,” you sigh, “come on you are both drunk you should drink some water and go to sleep.”

“I can't wait to tell Nolan that you and Tim are dating Y/N, he didn't believe me when I said Tim was totally gay,” Jackson laughs.

After getting Jackson set up on the couch and Lucy in her bed you stand outside your apartment door with Tim saying goodnight to him.

“Sorry our date was a bust,” you apologize.

“It's alright let's just stick to having dates at my place,” he chuckles, “but uh could you talk to Jackson? I don't care if Nolan knows about us but I don't need him going and blabbing my personal business to the whole station.”

“I'll talk to him in the morning,” you smile, “but you know he's gonna tell Angela about this right.”

“Oh great, something else for her to tease me about,” he laughs, kissing you sweetly, “are you still in for the double date with her and Wesley next weekend?”

“Looking forward to it,” you say, kissing him one more time.

Dating your sister's TO was a lot harder to navigate than you thought it would be but you had fallen hard for Tim so you wouldn't change a thing.

[fluentmoviequoter]

Fall prompt!!!

I saw this one on another post: holding a ladder steady for the other one when they're trying to put something higher up

I figured could be decorating or getting decorations out?? I pictured our man Tim but would be cute with anyone!

Ah, I love this!! Thank you!🫶🏼🍂 0.8k+ words, fluff.

The smells of sweet pumpkin, mossy birch, and brown sugar greet you warmly as you kick Tim's door closed behind you. You huff as you shift your arms to keep a pillow from falling. With your focus on the bags and goodies stacked precariously in your arms, you don’t notice Tim walk out of the hallway or how his brows draw together as he looks at you.

“What is that?” he asks once you’ve saved the items in your hand from crashing to the floor.

You smile, as guilty as Tim thinks he’s ever seen you, as you shake the cup in your left hand. “A fall-flavoured drink?” you try.

“I figured. What’s the rest of it?”

“Okay, well…” you begin. “Help me set it down and then I’ll tell you?”

Tim’s brows raise as he shakes his head, and you punctuate your request with a “Please, handsome?” that has him crossing the room to transfer bags from your tired arms to the kitchen table.

Tim lifts a package of fake spiderwebs and repeats, “What is all this?”

“As you know, I went to get Kojo more food,” you begin. “But I went to a different store than usual, and when I walked in, they had all of the fall and Halloween decorations on display.”

“So, you bought them all?” Tim challenges, his eyes wide.

“No! Just enough to make this place look like someone actually lives here.”

“I thought ghost houses were cool in October,” Tim murmurs, peeking into one of the bags.

“Angela and Wesley give out full-sized candy bars on Halloween, and you take real spiderwebs down. Don’t use a ghost analogy to get out of this, Tim.”

Tim shakes his head at your passion for something as silly as decorating for fall. But he loves you, and you love this. Besides, he already lit the candle you got him. There's no going back at this point, he supposes.

“Where do we start?” he asks with a sigh.

You clap your hands together and smile as you answer. “Outside. Can you go get the ladder?”

“Reduced to an errand boy,” Tim grumbles as he turns away from you.

“Thank you!” you call after him. “I love you!”

“Okay,” you announce, rising from your squatted position after preparing the spiderwebs across Tim’s lawn. “Now we just use the hooks to secure them to the gutter.”

You step toward the ladder, and Tim catches your wrist before he shakes his head firmly.

“You hold the ladder, I’ll go up,” he says.

Nodding, you hand one end of the web to Tim before you step to his side and hold the ladder steady. Once he’s up, you move one step to your left to stand slightly behind him.

“Here?” he asks, raising the web where you said you wanted it.

“Perfect!” you reply, tightening your grip on the ladder. “Be careful.”

Tim doesn’t answer as he leans forward and secures the removable hook to his roofline. Once the web is hanging, he attaches another hook further down.

“Careful,” you warn again.

“Oh, the spiderwebs are cool but me turning into a zombie is a problem?” he jokes.

You fight to contain your laugh, but a giggle slips before you answer, “Seriously, Tim, don’t fall.”

He looks over his shoulder, smiles, and says, “You’ve got me.”

Curling your fingers tighter around the metal ladder, you nod. “Thanks for helping me. And agreeing to let me decorate your house.”

Tim steps off the ladder and lays his hands on your shoulders, brushing your hair away from your face. He leans toward you, then says, “Please don’t tell me you got one of those RIP headstones.”

“Ugh, no!” you exclaim. “We’re leaving the gaudy decorations to the house down the streets that gives out apple slices.”

Tim shakes his head, then kisses your forehead and steps back. “What next?”

“The flying bats. Oh, I forgot, I also have a few spiders to go on the webs, too.”

“Go grab the spiders and the pumpkins for the walkway,” Tim encourages.

After you return with more decorations, Tim climbs onto the ladder again, and you hold it as you watch him with nothing but gratitude, love, and admiration. Looking down quickly, you get an idea. With one hand still on the ladder, you grab a decoration you bought strictly to mess with Tim.

“Here, let me give you a hand,” you say.

Tim reaches down and takes your offered decoration without question. When he raises it and sees the prop severed hand, he exhales and asks, “Do you want me to jump off the ladder?”

He looks down at you, unable to keep his smile from growing to match yours.

“Who would watch all the fall football games with me then?” you question.

“It looks perfect,” you say, leaning against Tim’s side as you survey the beautiful mix of Halloween and fall decorations.

“You did good,” Tim replies, wrapping his arm around you.

“You did the heavy lifting.”

“And you held the ladder.”

You nod before Tim tilts his chin to kiss you. You’ll always be there for one another, even if it’s just holding a ladder.

[yandereunsolved]

،، a penny for your thoughts ”

˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙— —˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙ ˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙——˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙

a snapshot into every character's yandere tendencies ⛃

Yandere FIXER Team • Crash, Duke, Izzy, Lilly, Peanut, Pops, Target, Wes[ley] •

🅨🅐🅝. 🅒🅡🅐🅢🅗

He's the classic "he acts like he hates you but sticks to you like glue." He's constantly chastising you, murmuring about how you're the worst out of all of them. (Worst because you're the only one that makes him out of breath by just looking at your armor.) It's ironic because you're the only one allowed in the watchtower with him as he listens to the radio. He actually prefers your voice to the radio. It's a first for him, and he hates it.

He can't believe he managed to fall in love at the most inopportune time, in the least romantic place, around the worst kinds of people. He's lovestruck, like some military cupid ordered an arrow right into his heart.

He needs to keep you safe. He wants downtime and peace, naturally, but you're part of that reason. If he lost you, he doesn't know what he'd do—probably kill Duke. There's an 80% chance Duke would have a hand in your death, accidentally, of course. It's just that you can't have Crash attached to you like some foreign parasite and not get mixed up in Duke's crossfire (aka his shenanigans, aka his damning incompetence, as Crash would put it).

🅨🅐🅝. 🅓🅤🅚🅔

Wild card extraordinaire.

He's not exactly subtle about his feelings. He's probably confessed ten times over while in his permanent state of drunken inebriation. You dismiss it as Duke being Duke, and it wouldn't be unreasonable to think that. He flirts with anyone he thinks is attractive. It's embarrassing that he finds you attractive and you're his teammate, but it's just how he is, so you can't help but grow accustomed to it.

He does the grabby hands a lot and just tries to hang off you, blabbering about anything that comes to mind (mostly explosives or alcohol, usually both).

He's probably, most definitely, blown up others who have tried to get your attention, as long as they aren't on his team. Although, his murderous tendencies may still may extend to within the team, he may or may not be willing to stage a death to keep you near him. He'll make Target a target any day. He'd never touch Pops, though, unless he was insanely jealous, and he doesn't really see Peanut as a viable "threat" either.

Your presence gets him drunker than any alcohol. He needs you in his system ASAP. He may have life withdrawals if he doesn't. He doesn't have an alcohol "problem"; he has a you "problem." (Yes, these are actual things he has said/would say to you.)

🅨🅐🅝. 🅘🅩🅩🅨

Peanut writes stories. Izzy writes fanfiction. Take a guess at which one has more smut and tension in it. It's Izzy, in case you were unsure.

She doesn't exactly know how to approach her darling, so she mostly writes her feelings in fic form. You are always some sort of supernatural entity, like the classic werewolf or vampire, and even omegaverse. She's totally into mpreg. So if tab restore is on, I suggest you don't check the computer. At least don't read her latest one about two soldiers on the same squad, where one is pining after the other hopelessly and is eliminating everyone else on the squad systematically until only her darling and she are left. It isn't like she can actually murder everyone on the team, for better or worse. A girl can dream, though.

She'll ask for your help by name most likely. She dislikes calling you by your codename because it seems too impersonal for her. She just says you're a good assistant, and she doesn't say that about anybody. She mostly prefers to work in silence or with you carrying the conversation. She finds that the words get stuck in her throat.

How does she tell you that she's planted a tracker in your suit? Or that she's compiling an entire database on you and has looked through your private records (which definitely breaches trust and breaks at least one military rule)?

She feels... guilty. But she loves you, so it's worth it. You do anything for your loved ones, even if they don't know you'd die (or kill) for them.

🅨🅐🅝. 🅛🅘🅛🅛🅨

She's patient to some extent. She's content with simply being near her darling and helping them when she can. She'll always be really friendly and may overdo it because she's so nervous. She's her own worst critic when it comes to relating to you.

"What if they hate me because I said something wrong?" (Lilly had a simple conversation with her darling.)

"I didn't help them in time." (Her darling dropped something and it fell on their armored foot.)

"Urgh, I'm so stupid! Clearly, they needed that and not this." (She was trying to help but didn't know how to and grabbed the wrong thing. Her darling, in all honesty, didn't mind or even notice.)

"If I were a better soldier, then they'd like me." (Darling was talking to Pops and has a friendly relationship with him.)

"How incompetent can I be? They could have gotten hurt because I wasn't careful enough." (Lily almost bumped into her darling.)

She'll hesitantly bring her feelings to Wes and ask what to do. Even leaving out the darker bits of her attraction to you, Wes has a―let's say in the nicest way possible―a negative reaction. Something along the lines of, "Excuse me? What the fuck? I have to legally inform you that I am not a mental health professional, but seriously, Lil's, you need to get checked out for whatever is fucked in your mind."

It makes her even more ashamed of her feelings for you. She could never be good enough for you. This is just the nail in the coffin.

But she won't stop stalking you. (Is it really stalking if you work together and she's just looking out for you?) She'll just become more persistent in bettering herself so that she is worthy of you (and your love).

🅨🅐🅝. 🅟🅔🅐🅝🅤🅣

He's a little lost, but he's got the spirit. Every team member will know that Peanut has some sort of feelings for you. He doesn't exactly try to keep them a secret. He's constantly blabbering about how much he appreciates you, how warm and fluttery you make him feel, and the things he wants to do with you. He'll whine at any loss of contact with you.

If both of you are separated because of military duties, then he becomes quite frazzled and upset, only to be overly excited when he sees you once again, throwing his arms around you and bonking his helmet against yours.

He wants you to always be the one who watches over him at night. He'll beg you to come cuddle with him because he'll have nightmares if you don't. He's giggling the entire time, and his face is completely flushed.

He loves joking around with you to try to brighten your day. He tells you all his stories. He may or may not have a couple of secret ones that involve you and him. Listening to him drone on about conspiracy theories is a must.

You're Peanut's babysitter soon, lover, essentially. Duke may even try to change your codename to Babysitter because Peanut makes you look after him so much.

🅨🅐🅝. 🅟🅞🅟🅢

He's not one to resort to violence (or euthanization) unless met with an enemy where that is a necessity. So intimidation is his game as a yandere. He will abuse his power as the FIXER team's leader to isolate you and keep you as his. It's more of an instinctual need. At least, that's how he sees it.

He likes pulling you close to him. No one really bats an eye because he does it so often. He'll pull you into a hug or into his lap, then he whispers about how you'll be good and not report him to HR because you won't like the consequences (i.e., ruining your reputation). If you dislike it, he isn't going to force himself on you. He will never do that. However, he will desensitize you to it. His lingering touches will grow bolder until you'll want to freely cuddle with him at the end of long days.

Really, he just wants you happy, healthy, and safe. He's a yandere, like his namesake, after all. Even when he is a romantic yandere, he can't help but come off as paternal. He teaches you things, gives you honest praise, encourages you, and is right there to shut down any bullshit someone may try to give you. He likes placing his hand on your shoulder, patting you on the back, or maybe even on the head.

He even has this dirty little fantasy he often entertains about retiring with you. It's what he thinks about when things get too stressful. He feels too old to have kids; I mean, he already babysits a bunch of grown adults, most of whom can't take care of themselves. So just imagining him and you getting away, his hands free to explore your body, is enough to make him need to excuse himself. He needs to "adjust" his armor or go relieve himself of some bodily fluids.

You're the reminder that he needs to survive―that he still has a future to survive for.

🅨🅐🅝. 🅣🅐🅡🅖🅔🅣

Poor kid doesn't even know what hit him. He's grossly inept when it comes to understanding his infatuation with his darling. He's even worse at expressing it. He walks around in a state of constant confusion, trying to decipher the reason why he suddenly feels homicidal when one of his teammates gets too close to you.

He distances himself from Duke and Peanut for that reason. They are number one and two on the "people I would definitely kill if I had to" list. But even then—he'll probably accidentally confess his feelings about darling to one of his other teammates. There's a good chance it's either Crash or Izzy. And let's say Target should hope he's not stupid enough to tell Crash. Crash will try to shut that shit down and tell him how fucked up he is, while also maintaining an air of dismissiveness. He'll get offended by Crash's insinuation. Target is only looking out for your best interests. He's protecting you!

He also has an entire album of photos of you that you probably don't know about. No one cares about his cool bird pictures, so he doesn't really have to worry about anyone snooping through yours. He tries to capture your perfection in every photo, but only the real thing―you―can do it justice. You're so much better to photograph than any super cool bird anywhere in all the galaxies combined―plus some!

🅨🅐🅝. 🅦🅔🅢🅛🅔🅨

If you think Crash's tsundere attitude is bad, wait until you're introduced to Wes's loving bitchiness. You can't so much as sneeze without having the medic needing to check you out. He's snarky, but something about it is softer. He seems genuinely concerned, and if you are injured, then he'll use all the good supplies on you. He's used to venting to you about, well, everything. Maybe he seems rougher towards you because he's accepted that you're the one person he can let his guard down a little with.

He's freely possessive, even if part of him is ashamed for being so nerveless against his own desires. He's lived too long and seen too much shit not to claim you as his own. If someone doesn't like it, then they can fuck off, and the both of you can transfer out together.

Oh, yeah. Wes always has your transfer papers filled out for you along with his. They're married with one paperclip joining the two stacks of paper. It slightly irritates his need for complete organization, but there's something so subtle and intimate about it that he keeps it that way.

Lilly and he are a package, so more often than not she'll be his unofficial wingwoman. She may question his methods, but you actually make Wes happy. She doesn't think she's ever seen that. And if you can produce that kind of miracle, then perhaps Wes's red flag behavior is something she can turn a blind eye to. He's just not used to normal human relationships. He'll grow out of it.

[whumpsoda]

WSFSP - M is for Memory

A third piece for this month’s event Alphabet of Whump by @alphabetofwhump! I really really like this one >:3

Masterlist

cw: memory loss/amnesia, nudity mention (non sexual), pet whumpee, box boy universe/bbu adjacent, Institutionalized slavery, conditioned whumpee, past abuse, recovering whumpee

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Mutt whined, a croaking sound that churned in his gut. The rain was only getting harder, faster, stinging against the wood and seeping in through the cracks, icy droplets plopping across his reddened skin.

Every inch of him was cold to the touch, with not a single luxury of clothing to provide even the smallest of warmth. The grass below him was pooling with mud, sticky and tainting him as he was balled up in a cage much too tight.

He couldn’t remember exactly what he did to deserve it - the cold and the fear was getting to his head and jumbling his brain all up - but no matter how freezing he was, Mutt was still sure he did indeed deserve it. Even if his leg were not chained and bolted to the wood, he would not have made the attempt to escape his punishment.

Stupid mutts who can’t seem to follow simple directions get the dog house. I thought you would’ve learned that by now, but it seems you’re just too dumb.

Say it, Mutt. Say it until you’ve gotten it permanently burned into your thick skull.

“S- st- stupid…,” his teeth chattered faster than his mouth could handle, tripping around his words and turning them to mush, “m- mutts get- t- t the dog houssse.” The last bit was left slurred and slushy, melting around his tongue. “Stuu- pid-,”

Interrupted by a crashing scream of the sky a wail of his own spilled out, aching in his chill throat. His knees dipped further into his chest, spine tapping the ceiling of his enclosure. It seemed even the outside was eager to discipline him.

Another flash of lightning, cracking close. Fat globs of tears mixed in with the rain, drooling down his cheeks.

Waking up, everything was a blur of darkness. Something flashed, just a swift flicker of light, as his eyesight worked desperately to adjust. Heavy breathing in his ears was found to be coming from his own lungs, quick with disorientation and panic.

It all died down to near silence once the still, blue room settled into sight, save for the creak of the walls and the continuous tapping on the roof. The dresser, the closet, the window, the bunk bed, his stuffed animal, all of it was there. So was Wesley, the only indication of his presence above him being the smallest shift in his sleeping position.

Even through his drowsy haze, the mere fact that Wesley was still nicely sound asleep allowed an easiness to wash through him.

Whatever woke Mutt, - that wasn’t right, but stupid mutts get the dog house - a booming roar rolling over clouds and through the sky, was loud and reverberating in his ears. The noise was terrifyingly familiar, and as soon as he caught a glimpse of the rain soaked window, he was sure what it was.

Making his way down the green soaked hallway, through the darkness he stumbled over his own feet and the blanket draped around his shoulders. Mutt hissed a whimper, curling in on himself as the thunder sounded once more, a chill shaking up his spine.

Stopping, holding himself steady with the wall, he wound his eyelids tight, as if that would block out the bitter noise.

Stupid mutts get the dog house.

Still too tired to clearly think, he didn’t know exactly why he left the room, where exactly he was going, until he got there. Their door was shut, the silence of slumber loud and clear, but he turned the nob anyway.

“Uh. I-,” he blanked, licking his cool lips. He stood at the foot if their bed, a surge of a dizzy daze tugging at the back of his brain. What was he doing? “I’m sorry.”

Oscar groaned at that, weak with confusion as he flipped over in his spot, struggling to locate his glasses on the dresser beside him.

Edith shuffled around in the bed, tied around in blankets, squinting through a wave of drowning drowsiness and an unlit room. “Who…? Graham, dear?” She mumbled, cocking her head.

Yes. That was his name now. Graham. “Y- yeah, yeah.” Giving the slightest of a nod, he directed his gaze to the floor.

“Who’s it…?” Oscar mumbled, face stuffed into the side of his pillow.

Too focused on Graham to answer her husband, Edith propped up her pillow and slumped back against it. “Did… did the rain wake you up?”

“Um, mhm, yes. Edith.” The name came out awkward and unfamiliar. He hoped she wouldn’t notice and get upset with him more than he guessed she already was - he’d clearly been struggling as of late not to call her by any sort title.

She motioned for him, waving him forward as she pulled the covers up to her lap. “You can come over here, sit on the bed if you like.”

Graham took a few slinking steps, shoulders hunched. Furniture was still… new. Uncomfortable. Wrong. Clenching his fist over his blanket, he sipped in a breath before neatly falling to his knees. She looked a bit dissatisfied with that, but didn’t say anything.

“Graham…? What’re you doing here?” Oscar said, finally sitting up beside his wife as he adjusted his glasses over his nose.

“The storm woke him.” Edith whispered, trailing her hand down his arm. Graham couldn’t help but let a little spike of jealousy grip him at that. “I take it you aren’t very fond of storms, are you?”

Timidly, he shook his head.

She smiled, a source of calm and peace that caved over the ache in his chest as her eyes glittered in the sliver of light from the doorway. He was inexplicably fond of her smile, but at the same time it knotted this little throb in his head. “Well, that’s just fine. If you’d feel more comfortable you can sit in here for a while, or I can bring in your mattress so you can sleep on the floor.”

It’s alright bud, you can snuggle up with me and momma. We’ll keep you safe and sound.

The pain got worse then, the little glitter in her eye was someone else’s, which of course didn’t really make any sense at all and he let his expression twist.

“Whatever you need, kid.”

Anything for you, sweetheart.

“I- just…,” Graham blinked, once, twice, head only deepening in heaviness with each. The shapes around him were fuzzing, contorting with white and he couldn’t tell why, he only knew it wasn’t supposed to do that and something was wrong-

“Woah there-!” She reached down as he smacked himself upside the head, and he jerked back from her. “Please- please don’t do that.”

“Sorry, I’m sorry-,” choking on his words and the lump winding over them, he did his best - which never did seem to be enough - to stifle a sour sob. His ears were filling with stuffed cotton, a little ringing rising from the depths. He said something next that he wouldn’t remember after, too overcome by the blinding of white. “I’m so sorry, mommy.”

“Oh, honey.” She cooed, holding her arms out for him to collapse into. He didn’t have the mind to think about what he was doing, how terribly out of place he was, and in the moment could only focus on Edith’s radiating warmth.

“Hey, there,” The couple guided him between them in the bed, Oscar pressing a hand to his back as he sniffled and cried. “Let it all out.”

Graham didn’t really understand why he was crying, what - or who - he was crying for, but the strain in his belly, the tremble of his hands, and the tense in his chest surely did.

“It’s okay, you’re okay.” She said, reassuring him, but at the same time he was so sure of the opposite.

Soon enough Edith was wiping his tears away with a soft tissue plush between her fingers, and Oscar was allowing him to rest his pounding head atop his shoulder. Slumber clawed at him and his fluttering, reddened eyes, but some part of him refused to drift off just yet, to relish in the heat of the moment.

“Doing better now?” Oscar rubbed circles into his shoulder blade, a motion that he couldn’t pry his focus from.

“Yes’r…” he mumbled, soft and faint, twiddling his thumbs in his lap.

Everything he touched had been poisoned by his dirtiness. Yet, they still touched him, allowing him to sit between them two - on their bed even - tucking their blankets up and over his tummy.

Warm. It was so warm. Not only physically, but emotionally.

The following strike of rolling thunder to come wasn’t welcomed, but no longer was he cold and alone when it happened.

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Masterlist

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Daredevil Born Again 1x03 Spoilers

alrighty folks, here's my live reaction to ddba ep 3!! spoilers under the cut

lowkey i was afraid this ep was gonna pick up exactly where we left off with matt crashing out in the dude's apartment but i'm glad we're here matt's about to drop some spanish i just know it also that frog whistle is gonna make a comeback i can feel it

ok the new theme song is def growing on me. it kinda reminds me of black sails

ok down at the docks!! we love to see a shipping yard on daredevil IS THAT FRANK?!?!?!

i hate the way this man eats omfg vanessa is such a good manipulator, i love her sm these two are simply sitting soooooo far away from each other ok bloody fist fisk!!

and bloody fist matt!!! we love parallels!! hes really hamming up the blindness lmao i love him

i hate cops man i swear to fucking god

matt is such a good lawyer i love him i love how he commands a courtroom

matt i think ive seen this film before lmao ok cherry i see you!! tokyo drift that ford caravan!! i love a misdirect also!! i def thought the witness was in the van lol

i love how matt overheard the cops saying torres couldn't be allowed to testify and then immediately brought him in to testify lol

"remembering you're under oath" matt you ain't slick lmfao

this not-wesley is kinda funny ngl, he reminds me of gabriel from good omens, but that might just be the jon hamm haircut lol

literally who are these men also, why do i care about them

matt defeatism isn't like you i love kirsten also, she's a very good lawyer teehee

fisk and vanessa trying to make their marriage work is funny as hell actually, like y'all this is noooottttt sustainable, you're both kingpins the fisk music in the background is amazing, i love the unsettling violins

this episode is in court a lot, i love it!! i wish foggy was here tho :,( matt loves a bombshell he knows is coming lol he loves to get a reaction from the jury

MATT YOU'RE BEING SO MESSY LMAOOOO matt you're gonna get yourself perjured

"is there a department of hypocrisy at murdock and associates" LMFAO GET HIS ASS

matt you ain't slick i swear to GOD

"i don't think you understand" lmao not only does he understand perfectly, he's flat out lying to himself right now matty you don't miss it even a little bit?? where's season 2 nmcu matt who was grinning manically after beating up some ninjas lmaoooo

kirsten is literally so gorgeous also i'm obsessed with her officer morales?? miles's dad???

"its the right thing to do" pop off king!!

matthew i hope kirsten is taking notes to defend you as well as you're defending hector for vigilantism right now

this guy doesn't need to be so visceral about train-related deaths rn, i'm trying to eat a taco bell burrito

i would love to hear cherry's thoughts about all this, he looks like he's taking notes

why is matt treating this courtroom like its church, just go to church matt

i love that we're seeing this whole trial rn, this is good television NOT GUILTY WOOOOOOO

this guy's immediately gonna die tho isn't he

FOGGY MENTION RAHHHHH

ok girl i think you're not supposed to therapize your date lmao i like that she toasted to foggy tho, that was sweet

ok fisk, i can tell you're gonna go after matt for vigilantism next

white tiger better not die right in front of me I SAID AND THEN HE WAS IMMEDIATELY SHOT IN THE HEAD

awww i knew the whistling was gonna make a comeback :,(((