#'Go on Mac baby- fuck this dude up you got this!'

[supersecretnerd]

Oh horrible Google Translations by beloved

[jenniferjareauwife]

Would you maybe write something in the cowgirl au about something about the guy from the bar coming up again in reader’s life and she tries to hide it from JJ but is so upset and can’t?

Officer Davis

pairing: jennifer jareau x cowgirl fem reader

category: hurt/comfort

warnings: rape

word count: 1088

summary: your rapist comes up in your life again and jj comforts you

I flopped down on the hotel bed, happy to visit Texas. JJ was here for a case and I decided to tag along so I could visit my hometown.

I lifted my head off the pillow as my phone rang. I grabbed it from the nightstand and answered the call. "Hey baby." I heard JJ's sweet voice and my heart fluttered.

"Hi."

"I'm gonna go down to the police station. I've heard you might know a few of the guys." I could hear her smile through the phone.

"Tell me their names and I might be able to give you a few pointers."

"We've got...David Stafford."

"I went to high school with him. He's a cool dude. I didn't know he was a police officer now. He's really into football. He's gay though. So you shouldn't get hit on by him"

"Thank God. Trent Porter?"

"No. Never heard of him."

"Ok last guy...Brady Davis?" My heart stopped as my blood went cold. "Y/n?"

"No I uh...I don't know him."

"Ok." I knew she could tell I was lying but didn't want to press. "I'll be back in a few hours. Text me if you need anything, ok? I love you."

"Love you too." I hung up and pulled my knees to my chest, my brain felt loud but quiet at the same time. It was him. From the bar. The guy who raped me. How did he even become a police officer? Someone like him was supposed to be protecting the citizens? How fucked up was the system here?

I had no idea how much time had passed but I had just sat there in bed, alone with my thoughts until the hotel door opened. "Hey babe. I brought back some Panera." She handed me a bowl of mac n cheese, leaning over to kiss my cheek. "Everything ok?" I just nodded, not saying a word. "Do you still wanna go out and walk around?" She took off her coat.

"I just wanna stay here." My voice was quiet and no matter how much I tried to make it stable it still wavered.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I took a big bite of mac n cheese.

"Ok...but you were really excited to walk around since you haven't been here in a few months and now you just want to stay in the hotel room. That isn't like you and I'm concerned." She sat down next to me.

"Well you don't have to be concerned. Can we just go to bed? I'm really tired and I haven't seen you all day and I wanna cuddle and go to sleep."

"Ok. We can do that." She kissed my temple and took my food so she could put it in the fridge. She came back over and laid on her back so I could crawl on top of her. "Good night my love."

"Night night."

I couldn't fall asleep that night, no matter what position I slept in. I had been trying to sleep for 6 hours and it just wasn't working. I thought of him. I thought of him knowing I was here and wanting to talk to me. To torment me. "Baby...why can't you sleep?" JJ yawned and rolled over to face me.

"Hm?"

"You've been tossing and turning all night." She lazily wrapped an arm around me. "Come here. I wanna cuddle." She gently kissed my shoulder before resting her head in the crook of my neck. "Can you tell me what's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

"It's clearly not nothing." She kept her voice gentle, tracing soothing patterns on my belly. Her eyes were still shut as she cuddled up against me. "I always know when you're upset. It's like a sixth sense. But I know it's really bad this time. I wanna help you. Can I please help you?"

"I don't...it's not something you should be worried about."

"You're my girlfriend. I'm always gonna worry about you." She kissed my neck tenderly and I could tell she was fighting off sleep. When I stayed silently she picked her head up from my neck and kissed my lips. "You can tell me anything baby."

"It's Officer Davis." I whispered.

"What about him?"

"He was..." I put my hand over my mouth, covering my face. She grabbed my hand gently and brought it to her lips, kissing it softly before kissing my shoulder.

"He was what, baby?"

"That guy. From the bar." My bottom lip trembled but my body relaxed as she scooped me into a big hug. "I thought I would never have to see him again but now I'm in the same town as him."

"Well you don't have to see him my love." She kissed my temple. "We can go back home if you want."

"But you're on a case."

"It's ok. They'll understand if I need to go home." She stroked my hair, holding eye contact with me with so much love in her eyes. "Just say the word and we can go home."

"But I don't wanna tear you away from work."

"Hey...baby that's not what you would be doing, ok? I would much rather go back to DC and make sure you're ok than stay here where you're not ok. You'd do the same thing for me." She pointed out.

"Ok. But I don't wanna leave. I'll stay."

"Are you sure?"

"Mhm."

"Ok." She kissed my forehead. "But you have the right to change your mind at any time."

"Thank you." I leaned my forehead against her chest, really wanting a hug. She got the message and wrapped her arms around me.

"Of course." She pulled me into her lap, kissing the side of my face a few times. "Just tell me if you need anything, alright?"

"Mhm." I leaned into her as much as I could, wanting to feel her body against mine.

"I love you so much." She gently grazed her fingertips over my back, wanting to make me feel as comfortable as possible.

"I love you too." I rested my chin on her shoulder and shut my eyes, feeling so tired after all the anxiety. "I wanna sleep."

"Ok baby we can-" She started to move me to lay down but I stopped her.

"No. I wanna stay like this."

"You're like a toddler." JJ laughed, stroking my hair gently. "We can sleep like this if you want."

"Thanks." I tucked my face into her neck, feeling myself start to drift off. "Love you."

"Love you too. Good night."

"Night night."

[siddhigirls]

she belongs to the city

pairing: toxic!dark!rafe cameron x stripper!reader

warnings: stalking, mentions of sex

rafe

she reminds me of the city. the pretty cn tower behind her lucious body, flowers in her hand as well as some losers hand in the other, who the fuck was he anyway? he probably met her at club zanzibar, doesn’t know shit bout her other than the her body under her clothes. i felt like the biggest creep watching her laugh at his jokes as he takes occasional glances at her tits bouncing lightly. i fixed my cap as i followed behind, watching his hand leave her hand and go to her lower back, whispering little nothings in her ear that caused her to grin from ear to ear.

i hate the fact that she gave me one lap dance and we shared a moment together, god she let me do a line on her tit, i’m just turned on thinking about her. i’ll see her tonight. she will be mine.

third person

you let the music take over your body as you see grown sweaty older men throw money at you, you picked up the money and made your way back behind the stage. your manager came up to you his thick moustache being too distracting from telling you important information sometimes. “hey some guy asked for you specifically saturn so be a doll and go to him, remember you’re my best client” your manager said as he eyes your body up and down, making his hand down to his pants, fixing his boner. you made your way out with the dimmed pink light fixture on the ceilings, spilt drinks on the ground, blunt roaches all over the ground, you looked around the room looking at a very familiar face, his hat covering his face, brought his hand up indicating you to come over.

“so when can i take you out honeys’” his sweet deep voice rung in your ears, you bit your lip smearing your mac lip liner underneath your lips, “baby you can’t take me on a date, now would you like a private dance or..?” you said climbing on his lap, his musky cologne filling your nose as you straddle him, holding the back of his neck”

“1000. just for one night.”

“what—“

“okay 2500, baby i can go higher.”

“no— i don’t think you get it.”

“5000.” he said sternly, “you can spend the night, you can even quit this job let me just show you one night baby— give me one fucking night” he begged, knowing he had a raging boner.

“i’ll fake a stomach ache..” you said, making your way to your managers office.

“y/n we need you. please.” your manager pleaded “i feel like im gonna puke” you lied, fake gagging. “okayokayokay! go pack your things and leave.” he said, you left in a hurry. you saw him look at you, made a swift head movement towards the door.

your number one rule as a stripper is that you cannot catch feelings for clients.

“you know you can’t pay me to have sex with you” you said getting his range rover, the musky scent of his cologne hitting your nose once again, he took off his hat showing his buzzcut, “i know that’s why i won’t have sex with you for money, but doesn’t mean i won’t fuck you at all..” his sentence making you feel cold, turning his car on, making his way to yonge and dundas.

the dark r&b playing through his speakers low enough so you can hear your own heart pounding out your chest. “so.. what’s your name” he says breaking the silence, “saturn.” you answered, another rule, do not tell your real name to clients, ever. your friend did the mistake of telling her name to a client and he stalked her and wouldn’t leave her alone till she got a restraining order filed against him.

“bullshit, y/n.”

your heart was in your throat, what the actual fuck were you doing. “h-how do you know that..” you stuttered, “i know everything sweetheart.” he says scarily enough, this frat boy lookin’ dude is actually a fucking stalker. you pulled your phone out your pocket slowly but surely to send your friend a text, “i wouldn’t do that’s if i were you.” he said chuckling. you put your phone back in defeat. “by the way it’s rafe honey” he smiled

the car ride felt long, he finally parked outside his airbnb which isn’t too far from kensington market. he got out the car and ran to your side, opening the door for you. “i could’ve done that myself, rafe.” the way you said his name made him go insane.

“you deserve it baby” he says. he opened the door to his airbnb as well, you walked in watching the beautiful chandelier hanging over the conversation pit near by the huge kitchen, the brown wooden stairs leading up to the second floor. “so, i’m sure you’re wondering why i know almost everything about you, i’ll tell you, once you give me your phone.” he says while sweat trickles down his forehead, the heat exhausting him and you. you were scared, but you obeyed. “good girl baby i’m so proud of you” he says rubbing the back of your head, taking your cherry scented perfume.

“no one will ever care for you like i do..”

[marsbabysblog]

preoutbreak!dbf!joel thought of the day :

your dad was hosting a barbecue for the neighborhood. joel, sarah, and tommy came over as well.

you babysat sarah when she was little. she was 14 now and you were 25. tommy had always expressed interest in you before, but was too shy to say anything.

joel noticed the change in tommy. the way he would look at you, the way he talked about you. the way he thought about you. but, joel had the same exact thoughts. but, you had the same exact thoughts, for joel. what no one knew was that every time sarah was dropped off and joel had a day off, was that joel had you bent over, fucking you into oblivion in his bed.

you sat down next to joel with your drink in your hand. "damn, you drink now? i remember when you were 11, taking care of my daughter. you know i never thanked you for that. how can i ever repay you?"

you told him he didn’t have to, that you didn’t want compensation for it. he whispered to you, "really? you don’t want my hand in your panties, babygirl?" you blushed and pushed his hand away from your thighs.

you whispered back to him, "i always want your hands in my panties, daddy. it’s just that everyone is here. i don’t want anyone knowing what a slut i am for you." and shut your mouth. you got up to get yourself a drink and joel got up and said that he’d go with you.

you went inside to the kitchen and felt him rush up behind you. he pulled your dress up to your hips and smacked your ass. "give me one good reason not to bend you over this counter and spank your little ass till it’s red. feel my cock rubbing against your cunt? feel how hard my cock is for you, princess?”

you nodded and stood all the way up to kiss him. he turned you towards him and asked you, "where’s your room at baby. cant wait much longer, need to be in this pussy." he said and pulled your dress back up as it fell back down. he cupped your pussy in his hand and you started to grind up against it.

you overheard your dad say, "i’m gonna get some more mac and cheese." as soon as he said this you shoved joel down behind you and bent over the counter, knowingly giving him easy access to you.

your dad came inside and said, "where’s joel" you shrugged as you felt your panties being pulled down. you were so unbelievably lucky that from the angle your dad was standing at, he couldn’t see joel behind you. you felt your legs being pushed apart and all of a sudden, you felt a wet sensation on your pussy. you let out a low moan as your dad whipped his head around to see if you were alright. you nodded and told him you’d be out in a second.

he left the kitchen and you turned around, joel’s mouth never leaving your cunt. you grabbed his hair and he pulled you on top of his face. he laid you back on the counter and kept eating you out. you had your hands laced through his hair and shoved his face closer to your center. he put his hand over your mouth trying to keep you quiet but the feeling was just too good

"please daddy, please let me cum. i’ll be so fucking good for you. i’ll bend over the counter and let you take me any fucking way you please, just let me cum. " you pleaded to him. he used his opposite hand to rub circles on your clit.

"cum all over my face, princess." he coaxed you to your climax. you came on his face, but felt something different coming. "joel. it feels like i’m gonna pee. move." you said and tried to push his face away from you. "i’m not fucking moving.” he said and kept licking your cunt. as it came closer, he picked up his pace and said, "you ready, princess?" and put his middle and ring finger inside of you. your vision went white and it took awhile for you to come down. "what just happened?" you asked him. he grabbed your chin and said, "you squirted."

OKAY IM DONE.

Oh my god im literally in love with you that was perfect….

Dude the squirting part is literally making me squirm it’s so good, I need more please 🙏 That was so fucking hot

-marsswann

[lowkeyclowning]

Songs that make me think of specific slashers

This is just a dumb little thing where I threw my hcs of songs that they may be into or just songs I think of them with <3

Chromeskull (Jesse Cromeans)

• Money, Money, Money - Abba (he is a rich man)

• Suit & Tie -Justin Timberlake (he wears that black dress that I like 😏 bro is always in a suit, not a tie, but whatever the song is good)

• Unholy -Sam Smith (I imagine it like this, “mommy” is his pregnant wife from the 2nd film or whatever reader/yn that doesn’t know ab his job, and “daddy” being him, the soon to be father, going out doing unholy things (murder, snuff, etc 👍)

• Hey Rich Boy -Millionaires (hey hey rich boy look my way! Hey hey rich boy make my day 😏. I am a simple person)

• Telephone -Lady Gaga, Beyoncé (he uses his phone to talk and stuff, and sometimes he should stfu 🙄🙏)

• Cemetery Girl -Insane Clown Posse (I don’t think this one needs an explanation)

• Girls on Film -Duran Duran (yea those girls really are on film)

• March Of The Pigs -Nine Inch Nails (he likes to call his victims pigs or piggies)

• Jessie’s Girl -Rick Springfield (his name is Jesse)

• Promiscuous -Nelly Furtado, Timbaland (…. Umm.. anyway moving on)

• Sugar Daddy -Qveen Herby (hehe)

• Violent Pornography -System Of A Down (it sure is)

• In My Room -Insane Clown Posse (I have bias because I love the song)

• Custer -Slipknot (WOOO)

• Hoes Come Easy -RJMrLA (bastard)

• No Scrubs -TLC (not a scrub)

• Bills, Bills, Bills -Destiny’s Child (there is a pattern)

• Tag, You’re It -Melanie Martinez (he picks targets)

• Piggy Pie -Insane Clown Posse (yep)

• Little Piggy -Rob Zombie

• Hammer Smashed Face -Cannibal Corpse (with love)

• Fucked With A Knife -Cannibal Corpse

I see Jesse not listening to music frequently if at all, but if he did,, man it’d probably be something like death metal or heavy metal. Some kind of metal.

The Collector (Asa Emory)

• Spookshow Baby -Rob Zombie (he’s a killer, he’s a thriller, spookshow baby 😏)

• Chop Suey -System Of A Down (his father forsook him)

• The Chain -Fleetwood Mac (saw it in an edit once and it stuck)

• Haunt You -Pack a.d. (it plays at the end of The Collection)

• Dead Body Man -Insane Clown Posse (i think he deserves to be called the dead body man)

• Dead Bodies Everywhere -Korn (there are as the title says)

• Eyeless -Slipknot (I love slipknot so much)

• Mr. Self Destruct -Nine Inch Nails (vibes)

• Headless -Deftones (once again vibes)

• Spiders -Slipknot (self explanatory)

• The Collector -Nine Inch Nails

• The Bug Collector -Haley Heynderickx (OKAY. I know this one is a lot softer n out of place but dude I’m just thinking about how gentle he is with spiders despite who he is. I’d fold so hard if I saw that)

• Duality -Slipknot (I PUSH MY FINGERS INTO MY EEEEYYYYYEEESSSSSS ITS THE ONLY THING THAT SLOWLY STOPS THE AAAAACCHHHEEEE)

• From The Pinnacle To The Pit -Ghost (real)

• Custer -Slipknot (pt2 WOOO)

• Hungry Like the Wolf -Duran Duran

• Hotel California -Eagles (you will never leave his hotel)

• Drain You -Nirvana

• Zombie -The Cranberries (he makes zombies in his basement)

• Dollhouse -Melanie Martinez (the “favorite” in his collection being dressed up almost like a doll with the dress and the makeup, plus he lives two lives)

• The Hand That Feeds -Nine Inch Nails

• Demonoid Phenomenon - Rob Zombie (jumpscare)

• Bumblebees Are Out -Jack Stauber (makes me think of lil baby Asa)

Just like Chromeskull I can’t imagine him listening to music frequently, or at all, but I can see him enjoying the occasional news station

Bo Sinclair

• Numb -Linkin Park (he got issues)

• Aneurysm -Nirvana (Issues pt 2)

• Country Song -Seether (I thought this was what he was playing on his radio, it’s not, but it still fits)

• Closer -Nine Inch Nails (freak)

• Bodies -Drowning Pool

• Sex Type Thing -Stone Temple Pilots (he acts like a hoe)

• Animals -Nickelback (once again, hoe)

• Tear You Apart -She Wants Revenge (freak 2)

• Foxy, Foxy -Rob Zombie

• The Negative One -Slipknot (he is the negative twin)

• In Bloom -Nirvana (He likes to shoot his guns)

• Scotty Doesn’t Know -Lustra (lol)

• Offended -Eminem (a bitch)

• The Burden -Slipknot

• One Step Closer -Linkin Park

• She Keeps Me Up -Nickelback

• Mockingbird -Eminem (Crying my eyes out to this song, but I see it as him having to be the parent to his brothers and shit bro I’m bawling)

Overall this dude in canon listens to rock, so pretty much I’m throwing dad rock and metal at him

Candyman (Daniel Robitaille)

• Hit the Road Jack -Ray Charles (some people don’t wanna be victims)

• Somebody’s Watching Me -Rockwell (always lingering)

• Killing Me Softly With His Song -Fugees (persuasive in talking people into being his victim)

• Candyman -Christina Aguilera (everything in this song is true)

• Heaven Can Wait -Michael Jackson (it can and will)

• So Anxious -Ginuwine (I know I’m anxious)

• Sextape -Deftones

• Mary On A Cross -Ghost (song about sex in a romantic sounding way)

• Change -Deftones (yea)

• Aces -dkj

• Hey Lover -The Daughters Of Eve (Romantic)

• Sex with a Ghost -Teddy Hyde (literally a ghost)

• Talk To Me -Porcelain Raft (Even though I think about the Collector with this song too, because I got it from the movie, it fits Candyman better)

• There Is a Light That Never Goes Out -The Smiths (<3)

• Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now -The Smiths (pls let him rest with the love of his life)

If he could still listen to music he def likes romantic stuff, Jazz, maybe the classics n r&b. He was very happy when he was alive, I can imagine him tapping his foot and dancing with his lover in a kitchen

If I think of any more slashers I wanna do and I have the motivation I might make a pt 2

Anyway ty for reading <3

[glennjaminhow]

Nuts

The ER is packed.

Thanks to Mac’s hideously grotesque features and labored breathing, they get to cut in front of all the other bozos with broken arms and screaming babies. It’s a good thing too because Dennis isn’t sure how much longer he can stand the distorted, puffy face or the Godawful wheezing. The face is one thing; he looks like a monster, but he’s still Mac underneath all the swelling. But the wheezing is another story. He doesn’t like it. It’s loud and annoying and generally unpleasant, and it makes him want to rip his hair right out of his skull.

He wouldn’t look good bald. Everyone knows this.

Dennis attempts to read the news on his phone, but he can’t focus on it. He has a massive headache building right behind his eyes. The lights are too bright, and the constant repetitive noises from the emergency room weigh heavily on him. Instead, he leans back in an uncomfortable plastic chair and rubs his forehead with trembling, cold fingers. He concentrates on keeping his breathing even and deliberate.

He can’t lose it now.

Mac needs him.

The dude’s a Goddamn idiot for continuing to eat those Fancy Nuts.

Some doctor gives Dennis the lowdown, informing him that Mac will have to spend the night here on oxygen with periodic albuterol treatments. He’s got an IV pumping him full of antihistamines to relieve the worst of his symptoms. An allergy test was performed on Mac like he’s some kind of lab rat. The test confirmed that he’s allergic to both peanuts and tree nuts.

Apparently, allergies can develop over time and with age.

As soon as he hears the word ‘age,’ Dennis cuts the doc off.

Mac’s got an oxygen mask covering his mouth and nose. The horrendous swelling is nearly gone. He stares at Dennis with droopy, bloodshot eyes. Mac reaches out with his free hand – the one without the IV and pulse ox attached to it – and smiles unevenly. Dennis takes it and rubs his thumb over red knuckles.

There’s a piercing shriek followed by a strange flushing noise off to their right. Dennis flinches hard, drawing his shoulders up and hunching in on himself. He shakes his head and tries not to scream. Of course these idiots wouldn’t give Mac a private room. Of course he’s stuck out here with the loonies. Of course. When the sound happens again, he bites his tongue so hard it trickles blood inside his mouth.

Mac must notice because he gently squeezes Dennis’ hand.

And no. Just no. Dennis should be the one comforting Mac, not the other way around.

“How’re you feeling?” Dennis asks quietly. He takes a seat in the chair behind him; he doesn’t let go of Mac's hand.

Mac clears his throat. “’m ‘kay. Wanna g’home.” His voice is garbled, thin and painful.

Dennis nods. “I know, bud, but you gotta stay here tonight. The doctors wanna make sure your breathing is okay.”

“M’breathing’s…” Mac wheezes and inhales sharply. “Great.”

He’s about to roll his eyes, but then that fucking shriek-flush happens again, and, Jesus Christ, is someone actively dying on the shitter? The noise makes his skin crawl. He wants to yell. Scream until he’s blue in the face because how dare some toilet-screaming psychopath interrupt Mac’s healing process. Don’t they know he’s suffering from an extreme allergic reaction? Don’t they know he needs to rest and recover? Don’t they know that SCREAMING in a fucking HOSPITAL should be outlawed? God forbid HE be the one screaming.

And he can feel himself slipping. Slipping back into the old Dennis. The old Dennis who absolutely would scream back at a moment’s notice. The old Dennis who isn’t on a cocktail of mood stabilizers to help calm him down. The old Dennis who doesn't listen to reason. The old Dennis who isn’t going to therapy once a week to try and sort out this… his… issues.

He doesn’t want to be that guy anymore. He’s… He’s evolved. He’s…

“You’re okay, Den,” he hears Mac whisper. “You’re good.”

Dennis bites his bottom lip. Nods. Looks into Mac’s swollen brownie eyes. He’s supposed to be here for Mac, but he isn’t doing that. He’s too focused on the hospital making its noises. He’s gotta focus his time, his energy, om keeping Mac safe. On making Mac feel better.

He swallows thickly. Rubs the back of his neck. Takes a deep breath.

“Do you need anything?” Dennis asks. He tries not to acknowledge the faintness of his own voice.

Mac shakes his head. “Jus’ you.”

Dennis rubs his thumb over Mac’s knuckles again and leans back in his seat.

He isn’t going anywhere.

~

Morning comes, but not quickly enough.

Mac’s woken up in regular intervals throughout the night for breathing treatments. Dennis doesn’t sleep, his nerves raw. The shriek-flushing eventually stops, but the constant beeping from monitors and the rustling of sheets and curtains floods his brain. It’s too much. It’s just too much. But he knows there’s an end in sight.

The doctors discharge Mac around 8:30, after a hellish 18 hours of hospitalization. He’s prescribed two EpiPens for the nut allergies, along with extra strength Benadryl and an inhaler for the leftover side effects of anaphylaxis. Dennis elects himself in charge of the EpiPens, which Mac is okay with in his exhausted state. There’s no way he can trust Mac to hold onto something so vital, so crucial to his safety. Mac never worries about himself; he’s always more concerned with Dennis. That’s not gonna fly here. No, Dennis will oversee the EpiPens, just like how Mac oversees Dennis’ eating schedule.

Mac is shaking as Dennis loads him into the passenger seat of the Range Rover. He grabs the plushy blue blanket from the trunk – the one Mac put there for cold mornings and nights during their work commute – and drapes it over Mac, who instantly melts into the fabric. Dennis smiles sadly as Mac buries his face in the quilt. Within seconds of putting the Rover in drive, Mac is sound asleep, wheezing slightly with his chin dipped to his chest. The thirty minute ride is silent, just quiet enough to begin thawing out Dennis’ knotted nerves.

He’s pulling into a parking space at their apartment when Mac coughs himself awake. It’s riddled with mucus, but somehow empty sounding at the same time. He doubles over, saliva pooling on his Dickies. Dennis immediately reaches out and rubs his back, wincing at the redness of Mac’s face, the harshness of his breathing, the heat bleeding through his jacket. When it’s obvious this coughing fit isn’t subsiding on its own, Dennis pulls the inhaler out of his jeans and presses down on the canister once Mac is ready for it. The medicine seems to help quickly. Mac breathes easier and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Thanks, Den…”

“Let’s just get you up to bed, pal.”

Dennis is not Mac, meaning that Dennis cannot carry Mac. He has too much mass. And excuse him for not wanting to live in the gym and look like some kind of huge freak. He’s svelte and lithe, and, okay, maybe he has lost some weight recently, a loss he’s trying to hide with slightly oversized flannels, but that doesn’t concern anyone. But what does concern him right now is that, fuck, maybe he should’ve been working out more to prepare for emergencies like this. Maybe he should’ve been tacking on mass too instead of getting rid of it.

Maybe then he’d be able to help his buddy out of this jam.

“C’mon, Mac,” Dennis grunts, as he shoulders most of his roommate’s weight. Mac leans heavily against him as they walk inside their apartment building, an arm wrapped sluggishly around Dennis’ neck. He’s beyond grateful for their service elevator at moments like these. They don’t typically use it, not unless they’re carrying a shit ton of groceries or liquor, but it turns out to be a saving grace. Dennis unlocks the door in one swift motion with Mac wobbling and sticking to him like glue.

It’s then that Dennis realizes they have a problem. A big problem.

Their bed is filled with Fancy Nuts. Dennis remembers sleeping on them – or with them? – a couple days ago, back when he and Charlie weren’t sure Mac was gonna pull through this.

“Just… Just sit here for a few minutes,” Dennis says, gently pushing Mac down into the pink inflatable chair.

Mac shakes his head. His brown eyes swell with tears. “Wanna go to bed, Den…”

“I know, baby boy. But I gotta clean our bed.”

A couple tears stream down Mac’s cheeks; Dennis wipes them away.

“Don’t feel good…” Mac whines, hiccupping messily.

Dennis’ insides clench.

He presses a kiss to Mac’s temple and runs his fingers through his hair for good measure. Mac sniffles and leans into the touch.

“I’ll be quick, okay? I just gotta change the sheets and sweep the floor.”

He should mop too, but he can do that later, once Mac is safely tucked into bed.

“You’re slow as shit at everything though,” Mac whimpers.

Dennis rolls his eyes. He removes the nut-filled sheets, blankets, and pillowcases and tosses them into the trash. He can’t handle if anything else happens to Mac, so he isn't taking any chances. He checks all the nooks and crannies of their inflatable couch-bed for nut dust. He sweeps their floor and puts their bed back together again. By the time Dennis is finished, he’s sweating, and Mac has his head in his hands, hunched in on himself and trying not to cry.

“Bedtime,” he whispers as he coaxes Mac up by his elbow.

Mac obliges wordlessly. He stumbles a little bit, catches his balance, and plops face-first into bed. He quickly rolls onto his back when he realizes he still can’t breathe for shit. He pants and coughs dryly. Dennis yanks his boots off and pulls the covers up to his shoulders. He’s about to go sit at the kitchen table to read and try to fully calm himself down when Mac grabs his forearm with clammy fingers.

“Don’t go…”

Dennis sighs and scrubs a hand down his now stubbly cheeks.

“Fine,” he huffs.

He toes off his shoes and lies down on the bed. Mac immediately moves until his head is on Dennis’ chest. Dennis tenses up at first but quickly relents once he realizes how comfortable – how safe – he feels. It doesn’t take long before his eyes start to get heavy and flutter. He tries to stay awake, just in case Mac needs anything, but he gives in not longer after Mac drapes an arm over his middle.

Dennis’ eyes droop closed, surrounded by warmth and peace.

~

The next morning, it’s obvious that Mac still feels like shit.

The dude may have slept most of the day away yesterday, only waking up to take medicine and piss, but he’s still really out of it. He can’t string more than a few words together before he’s zapped of energy for the next several hours, unable to do anything other than lay in bed.

Dennis finally convinces him to take a shower, brush his teeth, and get comfortable, from which Mac emerges soaked to the bone, unable to even dress himself. Dennis gets him into boxers and a baggy t-shirt, has him brush his teeth in bed, and bundles him in blankets. Mac is furiously hot to the touch; Dennis wonders if this could possibly get any worse.

He doesn’t like it when Mac is under the weather. He hates it, if he’s being honest. Mac is such a constant force in his life that him not being annoying is actually more annoying than him being annoying. When Mac is sick, he gets all quiet and mopey. He loses his spark and falls into himself. He will neglect his wellbeing in favor of sitting around with a dangerously high fever or coughing up his lungs until his face turns blue. Last December, Mac caught the flu from Dennis, and he had to be dragged to the hospital because his fever was so high and wouldn’t go down no matter what Dennis tried.

Dennis cleans their apartment from top to bottom while Mac sleeps. He gets rid of every single food item containing peanuts and/or tree nuts, including his own favorite brand of peanut butter. If he wants it in the future (which is unlikely given Mac’s new allergies), he can hide it in his dresser like he does with his cigarettes and razor blades. He tosses out protein bars, miniature Reese’s cups, peanut butter crackers, and almond milk. He isn’t even sure if almonds are a tree nut, but he is sticking to being safe rather than sorry.

He sweeps again and mops every room. He dusts, does several loads of laundry, and wipes every surface. He doesn’t want to take any chances. He can’t take any chances.

When Mac is out of commission, nothing feels right.

He hates this new level of vulnerability he feels creeping over him and slowly morphing him into someone who gives a shit. He hates taking meds twice a day and going to therapy once a week. He hates trying to follow an eating schedule. The only thing he likes about his ‘mental health journey’ (as Mac’s been calling it) is that Mac’s around. Dennis is trying to be… less.

Less explody. Less ragey. Less angry.

Mac is the only one who notices, but he supposes that’s okay.

Dennis is in the middle of folding his pajama when Mac stirs. He stretches out like a cat and smacks his chapped lips. He rubs his eyes with his knuckles and looks all of five years old while doing it. Dennis tries to ignore the way his pulse throbs in his throat.

“What’re you doin’?” Mac slurs, voice raspy.

“I’m compulsively cleaning the apartment,” Dennis answers truthfully.

Mac’s eyebrows furrow. “Why?”

Dennis scoffs. “Why?” he asks incredulously. “Because you almost died! You… You had a reaction to those fucking Fancy Nuts, and now I have to –”

He stops himself. Takes a deep breath. Pinches the bridge of his nose.

Breathe.

There’s no use in getting upset. He can’t change anything that’s already happened.

Just breathe.

“Dude, did you just stop yourself from freaking out on me?” Mac asks.

Dennis inhales deeply and nods.

“That’s awesome!” Mac exclaims, followed by a round of wheezy coughing. “I’m so proud of you, Den!”

He rolls his eyes. Keeps folding his laundry. Tries not to smile.

“D’we have any popsicles?” Mac rasps, moving past it. “My throat hurts.”

Dennis nods. “What kind do you want?”

“Blue.”

His eyebrows furrow. “Blue is not a flavor, Mac.”

Mac looks at him like he’s lost his mind. “Blue’s the best flavor, Den.”

“But it’s not a…” He lets himself trail off. “Right. You’re right.”

Mac smirks. “Course. ‘m always right.”

Dennis grabs a blue raspberry popsicle out of the freezer. He opens it and wraps the exposed stick in a paper towel just in case it starts to melt. Mac sits up ever so slightly and makes grabby hands as Dennis approaches. His fingers linger – just a little bit – as he grabs the popsicle, and Dennis tries not to focus on the lump growing in his throat. Mac looks… different like this. No hair gel. Comically oversized t-shirt. Droopy, bloodshot eyes. It’s the kind of Mac that he likes coming home to daily, versus the one who’s always invading his personal space without permission or the Mac who irritates the hell out of him for no reason at all.

“Can we watch a movie? I’m bored,” Mac pouts. His lips are stained blue.

“I doubt you’ll make it twenty minutes into a movie,” Dennis says. “Why don’t we watch TV instead?”

Mac’s bottom lip juts out. He looks ridiculous. “But I wanna watch Predator, Den.”

He keeps licking and sucking on the popsicle. Dennis tries hard to ignore it.

“Fine.”

So that’s what they do.

Dennis abandons folding laundry for popping in the DVD and settling down in bed. Mac finishes his popsicle, throws the trash on the floor, and immediately sinks down until his head is nestled on Dennis’ shoulder. Dennis pulls the covers over both of them.

It turns out that Dennis is right, as he always is. Mac makes it fifteen minutes into Predator before falls asleep, snoring softly against the skin of Dennis’ neck.

~

Dennis drives out to the bar that night.

Honestly, he’s terrified about leaving Mac alone, but he doubts he’ll even stir while he’s gone. Mac ate a healthy dinner of chicken tenders and fries about an hour ago; he passed out less than five minutes after he finished his plate. Dennis made sure to bundle him up, keep the TV on since Mac has this thing about the dark, and leave a note on his own pillow just in case he wakes while he’s gone.

He doesn’t intend on being away for more than an hour.

Dennis enters Paddy’s to find Charlie covered from head to toe in marshmallow, his hair sticking up straight with the stuff. Dee and Frank have splotches of it on their clothing too. The bar smells of fresh baked goods, but in a weirdly off-putting way. Almost like rancid vanilla. He doesn’t know, nor does he care. This part of the gang – the part without Dennis and Mac – is… dumb as shit, for the lack of a more elegant phrase.

He heads behind the bar with a huff and begins emptying all the bowls of peanuts into the trash.

This, of course, sparks a controversy.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, dude?” Charlie screeches, waving his arms around like the Goddamn idiot he is.

“Mac’s allergic to peanuts,” Dennis says simply. “So I’m throwing away all the peanuts.”

“Like hell you are!” Frank exclaims, spitting as he speaks. “Free peanuts are the cornerstone of Paddy’s!”

Dennis rolls his eyes. “I thought that was thin limes?”

“Thick limes!” Frank yells. Then he looks confused. “Wait a minute. What side was I on for the lime thing?”

“I don’t care,” Dennis answers. He starts to clean the bar with Clorox wipes, knocking peanut shells to the floor.

“I’m with Charlie and Frank on this one,” Dee interjects because of course she does. Fucking bird.

“Dee… We were, like, talking,” Charlie says.

Frank nods. “No one asked you, bird.”

“Hey, that’s not fair! My opinion is important. Right, Dennis?”

Dennis finishes wiping the bar and moves onto sweeping the floor. “I don’t care,” he repeats.

Jesus Christ, there are so many fucking peanuts and peanut shells down here. This is definitely not a safe environment for Mac.

Mac.

He tries not to think about Mac waking up alone and sick in the apartment.

Dennis starts to speed up his cleaning process while remaining thorough and diligent about making the bar peanut free.

“Are you even listening to us, man?” Charlie asks, stepping in front of Dennis’ trash pile. His battered Vans are caked in marshmallow fluff.

“No.”

“I see what this is,” Dee says. “He’s all worked up about Mac.”

Dennis stops sweeping. “He’s sick. Of course I’m worked up.”

“He’s not sick, asshole. He’s just allergic to peanuts.”

“And tree nuts!” Dennis exclaims. “He’s allergic to peanuts and tree nuts, and this bar is absolutely riddled with them!”

“Aw, look at you taking care of him,” Dee teases, sipping at her beer.

Dennis’ eyes narrow. He chooses not to interact. He chooses not to explode into a rage-filled ball. He chooses to ignore.

He wants to threaten to cut her into a billion tiny, unrecognizable pieces, but he doesn’t.

Instead, he just pinches the bridge of his nose.

Dee continues on making her noises and shit. Charlie and Frank do too. But Dennis doesn’t care.

He mops the floor. Gets rid of their peanut inventory in the storeroom. Takes out the garbage. Washes his hands in the bathroom. Fills the former peanut bowls with chips. Puts on his coat. Listens to 3/5 of the gang scream over each other about some shit he couldn’t care less about. 

“No more nuts,” Dennis announces as he’s about to leave Paddy’s.

They all wave him off.

~

After three days of recuperating, Mac feels well enough to go to work.

Dennis finishes putting anti-itch ointment on the last of Mac’s hives. “Are you sure you don’t want to take it easy for another day?”

“Nah. I feel fine.”

Mac coughs wetly, and Dennis’ eyes widen.

“Mostly fine,” Mac interjects with a shrug.

“Are you sure? You still look really tired, and I don’t want you to over–”

“Dennis, I’m fine.”

He nods. Mac rolls down his shirtsleeve once the ointment is mostly dry.

The drive to work is peaceful. Dennis lets Mac pick the music. Mac is quiet and keeps stealing glances at Dennis when he thinks Dennis isn't watching.

When they arrive at the bar, Charlie is waiting at the front door. "Guys, I have news!" he exclaims.

"Why don't we let Mac get settled in first before we spring the news on him, huh?" Dennis asks, placing his hand on the small of Mac's back and guiding him into Paddy's. He keeps his hand there until Mac is seated on a barstool with zero possibility of danger. He pats his jeans pocket for the thousandth time this afternoon, feeling for Mac's EpiPen. 

"Beer?" Dennis asks Mac, ignoring everyone else around them.

Mac nods. "Sure."

Dennis opens it for him. Mac takes a tentative sip. 

"Can I tell you my news now?" Charlie asks, his voice becoming increasingly high pitched and annoying.

"Sure, pal," Dennis says.

"Great! So it all started when Frank -"

But Dennis isn't listening. Obviously, neither is Mac. Because Mac's eyes are focused on the chip - formerly peanut - bowls in front of him. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, he rubs the rim of the bowl with his index finger and looks sheepishly at Dennis.

Dennis shrugs nonchalantly and takes a swig of his own beer. 

Mac smiles, small and thankful. 

~

"You replaced the peanuts with chips," Mac says as they enter the apartment. He drapes his leather jacket over the pink inflatable chair. 

Dennis swallows thickly. "Uh... yeah. I did."

"And you cleaned our whole apartment."

"From top to bottom."

Mac just looks at him, a kind of look that makes Dennis wildly uncomfortable. "And you did all of that for me?"

"Well it certainly wasn't for me," Dennis says. He toes off his tennis shoes and settles them by the front door. He doesn't like where this conversation is going.

Mac sighs. "Huh."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dennis asks.

"That was nice of you," is all Mac says.

Dennis' eyebrows furrow this time. "I'm always nice, Mac."

Mac shakes his head. "No, you're definitely not," he says. "But you're getting nicer. Since you started taking your meds and stuff again. I like it."

Dennis nods, skin burning brightly. He kicks his socked toe at invisible dust on the floor, hands stuffed deep into his jeans pockets. "Yeah, well..." He isn't sure what to say next, so he doesn't say anything at all. 

"Thanks, Den... Y'know, for looking out for me and making me feel more better."

Mac takes a seat on the inflatable couch. Dennis follows suit, unsure of what to do or how to make this horrible, bubbly feeling inside him go away. 

"You're welcome, man. I like taking care of you."

"I like taking care of you too."

An uneasy silence falls upon the apartment, the kind of silence that slices Dennis to his core. He doesn't like all this... this tenderness. It makes him feel weak and strange.

But Mac's staring at him, puppy dog eyes shining brightly in the faint Philadelphia night.

Dennis flinches when Mac puts his hand on his forearm.

"Can I kiss you?" Mac asks softly, so softly Dennis almost doesn't register the question.

Dennis nods.

Mac's lips are soft. He tastes like cherry chapstick, the stuff he often steals from Dennis. It tastes sweet, like freshly pulled taffy on a hot summer afternoon. 

He can get used to this. 

[cartoonkitten]

100% wolf music headcanons or something i’m bored and feeling stupid /silly/nsrs. apolgies if inaccurate but like. cmon. they’re all weird so expect random (also i like random ass music ok)

freddy — green day type shit ngl. sum 41, surf curse, misfits? idk. asap rocky too maybe, the cure, smashing pumpkins. also, abba, like cmon. butthole surfers, bloodhound gang, blink-182,

batty — SANTIGOLD SANTIGOLD SANTIGOLD. ALSO CYPRESS HILL. electric six, eels, placebo, ghoul, creature feature, jason derulo?, maroon 5?? OUTKAST, horrorpops? tiLLie, bangs, SKATING POLLY

ivan — def korn or something but also fleetwood mac tbh. ik it’s random but hear me out, he’s genuinely a fancy dude, he would be into that magical 80s music. ALSO duran duran, gorillaz, divinyls, primer 55, x-cops, ramones, danzig in general, finntroll

kitty — A BOHAB? 100% A BOHAB (gwar). LUNACHICKSSSSS, the cramps obv, white zombie and rob zombie duh, mindless self indulgence, polkadot cadaver, primer 55, blood red shoes, BAD BRAINS BAD BRAINS,

scarlett — koffin kats (my favorite character my favorite band ok). AND I ALREADY SAID SHE LIKED THE CRAMPS SO YEAH. linkin park tbh. YOOO SCREWED UP CLICK AND LIL KEKE?? dollyrots, stolen babies, muse, 12 stones probably, outkast, also polkadot cadaver, finntroll

aggie — RED HOT CHILLI PEPPERS? also green day, AND B-52S OMGGGGG. usher, the go-gos, marina, tv on the radio, the cure, samantha fox

omar — duran duran, teamonade, ramones, silent horror, HE WOULD LIKE YOUNG FATHERS IDK??? weezer?, steve lacy, black sabbath,

wendy — electric six, willow, doja cat, THE BANGLESSSSS, pink, blondie, tears for fears, outkast, ALSO STEVE LACY AND DURAN DURAN AGAIN,

winslow — hell yeah oingo boingo. smash mouth, bryan ferry, he might dig i monster idk lol, pixies, adam ant, the bangles and b-52s also, the chills, spice girls??

this is all i got rn and it’s forever all over the fucking place cause bro i’m always listening to songs and like "*POINTS* YOU. (so and so 100% wolf character) WOULD LOVE THIS. AND YOU. AND PROBABLY YOU." and yeah i’ll prolly add more laterz

[clarissaexplainingitall]

oh yeah for anyone curious how the budgie is going:

we have been experimenting with different flavors of music. so far, they like fleetwood mac, smash mouth, shakira, only some of the elden ring soundtrack. making a playlist for when i have to be out of the house

we have finally begun to consistently step up, though they really do not enjoy me moving my arm while they're perched so we're working on it. still, this is extremely good, considering how long it can take some of them to get over clipping trauma. vet is next week so hopefully that doesn't set us back

i have tried at least five distinct methods of encouraging bathing and instead we choose to scream with a face covered in [currently] cherry stains about it being itchy. well you dumb cute bird there's wet leaf and shallow dish and also mist bottle. pick one of those or messy face. (occasionally wet leaf is acceptable provided i am not watching, so i'm hoping we warm up to the concept. i'd try running water but without flight feathers i worry about re-traumatizing with handling)

this is also more challenging bc beast is baby-molting face feathers and will not let me help with the pins yet but neither am i permitted to help mist them to make them easier to preen so instead we have opted to Loudly Complain about it

when they sleep they pull one little foot in and i die every time from how fucking cute it is

we have adopted a habit of chatting softly to ourself when it is nearly time for bed, and then we get on our little swing and chirp insistently until the shark bedsheet is appropriately draped and it is. again, the cutest thing possible

we fucking DESPISE the sounds made by the bears in stormveil in ER. same, little dude

aunt got them a shredding toy with a little bell and i need to ask where because that shit is a lifesaver. instead of screaming on my zoom calls now we just talk to Shred Toy With Bell and ring it. but the sheer volume of the bell cannot remotely compete with flock calling so it is just easier for everyone

speaking of flock calling, i got a quarantine cage and will be assembling that this week so as soon as shelter has budgie 2 (or budgies 2 and 3) operation acquire a friend is so literally a go

[wiltf]

you’re five minutes into filling in the headline with a pen, when your phone buzzes.

twice. three times.

and you are determined to ignore it, because you are. not stubborn, but insistent. researching. intently reading the necessary magazines and were in fact busy studying the local lineup, thank you. definitely, absolutely, not being stubborn and ignoring your phone.

god, you can’t even convince yourself that you’re not being a dick.

phone flipped over, and there are too many notifications for the shit brick to deal with. clogged up and awkwardly glitching over each other, but the lil rain cloud is still apparent. stupid lil icons and stupid lil messages and you’re opening them anyway, because you’re a dick and a sook and plant your cheek on your desk, holding the phone in front of your eyes.

threatening to go cross-eyed.

ah, fuck it. phone rings, screen turns on, and you look like shit. it takes about five rings for seven to pick up, and he looks equally fucked up. bleary-eyed, cheek on desk. a line in his forehead that doesn’t look right.

you’re not sure what to even say.

“so.”

“so.”

who said it first? second? god. shit. fuck. girl, help. you barely showered and your hair is still damp and you can still remember the way he held you. the way you literally broke rule number one of being in a band.

but on the other hand, you totally got why fleetwood mac was able to produce the music it did. would that also be a dick move to write — y’know what, thought for later.

right now, you’re just holding seven’s gaze, until he’s sinking his teeth into his lower lip and. he’s in the same way. you know that look — you know that look — and it’s all about reaching through the screen and kissing him and going back in time and shaking yourself and towelling down your hair and hanging up and,

and,

you bite the bullet. “how’s your morning been?”

“bit cold when i woke up…”

yep, that was a really noticeable wince from you. well you didn’t mean to run out. you panicked! a normal reaction. totally normal for someone who blurred that line of friendship and sexual (and maybe romantic?) because she had a big dumb mouth and he had a big dumb—

hm. no. stop that train of thought. “seven, i just—”

“we can go back to before, if you want.”

it was always wild to you that people thought seven was cool and calm. he had those big baby doe eyes that gave far too much away, especially when they were turned on you. got you doing all kinds of stupid shit growing up, because seven was. is.

“i don’t think i know how to. only so many friendships survive seeing each other naked.”

you mean for it to come off as a joke. it doesn’t land. sure, you’d seen each other in whatever over the years but there was a difference between outright seeing that like last night. and touching. and kissing. and putting your lips on him the way you did.

“jen, do you—do you not want to—”

loud swallow. adam’s apple bobbing. the bruise is visible, the one you left there. but his eyes are going red and you’re torn between it all. because you fucking loved last night and you got all those fantastic feelings rushing through you and it was seven but then you woke up and realised. you fucked up. you crossed that line and you don’t know how to go back because he looks like he’s gonna cry and your hormones were sitting right there with you. going crazy.

“i fucking love you, dude,” you say, all thick and heavy and his lips were looking a lil bruised too. goddamn. “i shouldn’t have… i ruined it.”

because you were horny and in love and riding off a high from the last gig and seven was there. always just in reach. and you’d noticed him from day one but something about last night just. “i shouldn’t have asked you to fuck.”

“saying like i didn’t want to.”

you snort, despite the situation. “yeah, you made that pretty obvious.”

his turn, corners of his mouth jumping just a fraction. “i meant what i said last night, too.”

“i know.” pause, before you exhale. sit upright. “me too.”

“i know,” seven says in a way that is definitely threatening on repeating yourselves into a cycle of ‘me too’s. and last time you did that, it got very close to a few tears and wails and throwing yourselves at each other.

actually,

“what are you doing now?”

puff of air that hits the curls across his forehead. “honestly? was gonna spend all day thinking about calling you, so that’s as far as i got with planning.” there is that slip of a smile now, all sexy and cute and tempting you through a crackly screen.

but you know. that underneath it, in the corner of it, was that anxiety you felt. it’s not quite gone from your chest, and the regret is still heavy. it’ll probably keep you up at night for far too long, because it’ll be that little worm in the back of your mind, about whether you should’ve crossed that line.

“wanna come over? i have new face masks and like four bags of popcorn going out of date soon.”

“you always know how to treat me right.”

seven is all a blush high on his cheeks and curls framing his face in all the right ways. looking at you like he had last night. maybe you’ll talk about it. maybe you’ll put it into a song. put those words in a bottle and throw it into the ocean.

“see you soon?”

“always.”

man, you were so fucking in love with him.

[mygwenchan]

Stray thoughts while watching Love Syndrome III - EP5

Day wore that cast for weeks or even months... yeah I wouldn't want to touch it, that thing is nasty

The strippers are a nice touch though hehe

Jealous Day is jealous. He really doesn't want anyone to look at his man

Yes please, everyone take something off! Itt should start with his wig 🤣

Ohhh~ Itt was totally into that thing with the belt, what a naughty boy 😉

Cue Mac & Nan: Yeah, sorry folks. But it you see something like this, call the police ASAP and get that poor boy out of there. That's even beyond bad bdsm etiquette. Mac, my love, you should just castrate Nan. Maybe that would help

What's with the 70s porn music lol And suddenly everyone is making out ✨Is this a party or an orgy, who knows~

YES MAC throw that water into his face, baby! Throw the glass as well, fuck it, throw the whole bottle! Well, at least Day seems to feel a little bad for Mac, everyone else just ignores the situation (fuck them tbh)

Acts of service in the bedroom. We like to see it. They really need to have Long shirtless at least once per episode, huh? Maybe it's part of his contract? Maybe they knew his abs would save the series lol. They are nice abs though, I have to admit

Cuddle time~ That's cute

Flashback time~ The confusion is real, Day's as well as mine. Also, that kid Salmon is a shipper, they're really starting early these days 🤣

Sorry Day, but Itt is right. Car racing while being in that poor health condition is just asking for an accident to happen

Oh, Mac is back! Sweety, grab a car and run them all over. Just a suggestion

Itt fainted again, didn't see that one coming tbh. Was it too hot for him? Was he too stressed out? Probably both. Dude needs a vacation

Cute moment in the office. We like to see it. But Day, don't just answer Itt's call, not cool man. How did Itt later on know that it was Ball who called though? Ah jealous Day is jealous again. My dude, chill. Your boy isn't going anywhere

You go tell him, Itt! Day doesn't even try to remember you...

Oh? Looks like Itt is getting sick again. I feel him, I always get sick when I'm too stressed out, fever and all. Don't recommend. Also, I officially love Nik: "According to what I've studied, I think I can diagnose you. You're likely just sick!" LOL

Day: "Why does he love someone terrible like me?" Because it's the Stockholm Syndrome, baby~ 🎉✨

Not Nik suggesting that Itt got a fever cause he's on his period. DUDE XD He is the most character ever

Are they ever going to get into that car, or? Ah, now Day has another flashback and bad headache... Hmm, maybe that's why there are so many side characters? They're needed to hold Day and Itt when those idiots faint again

Tiny Itt curled up on the bed 🥰

Day "You can't take a shower, you're sick." Oh oh? Does that mean what I think it means?

YES, THE MAGICAL BL TOWEL MADE A COMEBACK!! They did skip the gay checkered sheets though, so one point deducted for that one

Most unhinged moment of this episode: Day taking a shower FULLY CLOTHED. Come on production folks, that would've been THE perfect excuse to show us Long's abs again, ah...

More fainting to come in the next episode. Stay tuned~

[tearfallpixie]

Blurb #21 for @witchyweeb34

Ok ok this one was in my head for a bit and I love it. It actually was a Poly story in the works with Vinny and his roommate (Finnick) who I created. This will actually be all of what i have written for this one.

~~~~

“Fin!” I giggled. I was currently hanging out with my boyfriend, Finnick, at his place and we had been playing video games on the wide screen tv. Currently he was pinning me to the couch and tickling my sides, having gotten upset that I had won against him in pvp on call of duty.

“Apologize!” He scolded me.

“Never! I won fair and square!” I shook my head in protest. He continued his assault, making me squirm until we both rolled off the couch into a pile of limbs. “Ha!” I cheered victoriously, looking down at him. He pulled me down and brought me into a breath taking kiss.

“I love you.” He murmured.

“I love you too, loser.” The front door opened making us both sit up. I glanced over the back of the couch to see that Vinny, Finnick’s roommate had returned from his 5 month tour. “Vincenzo!” I screamed. I bolted off of my boyfriend and threw myself into the drummers arms who had to drop his bags to catch me.

“Hey Kitkat!” He laughed as he spun me around. He set me down and pulled Finnick into a hug too when he made his way over to us. “Nik, its good to see that you didn’t burn the place down while I was away.” He teased.

“Not from lack of trying.” I laughed. “I swear if I wasn’t here to cook for him, he would have.”

“I’m not that bad!” Fin protested.

“Sweetie, you burnt cup mac and cheese the other day.” I rolled my eyes.

“I was tired! I forgot to put water in it.” He pouted. I kissed his cheek before grabbing Vinnys hand and dragging him to the couch.

“Tell me all about tour! How was it? Did you enjoy traveling?” I asked. Fin sat on the other side of me and wrapped an arm tightly around my shoulder. “God I wish I could go with you. I would love to see the world.”

“Maybe one day I can convince Fin to let you out of his grip for a month.” I cheered and pulled Vinny into another hug. We sat there chatting for a bit about his tour and what the other half of the world had going on. I noticed that my boyfriend had been oddly quiet so I turned to him.

“Baby, are you ok?” I placed my hand on his thigh and rubbed it gently.

“Fine. I have a headache.” He muttered. “I think I’m going to lay down.” He stood up and disappeared down the hall leaving me confused.

“I’m sure he’s fine.” Vinny mumbled.

“Yeah.” I whispered. “You’re probably right.”

“So, I wanna stream a little on my month off. Can I count on you to be gaming with me?” He asked, shifting a little closer.

“Always. You know I love gaming with you.” I murmured.

“Kate?” He asked. I looked up into his sparkling green eyes and cocked my head. “Can I kiss you?” I jerked back and glared at him.

“What the fuck?” I exclaimed. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Just one kiss.” He begged.

“I love Finnick! I-he’s your roommate!” Sure, I had imagined what it would be like to be with the drummer, but I wouldn’t sacrifice my relationship with my kind and loving boyfriend to try it once.

“He’s not here right now. Come on.” Vinny crawled towards me with a predatory look on his face. He was inches from my face when I finally came to my senses and brought my hand down on his cheek.

“Fuck you! You absolute bastard!” I yelled. I jumped off of the couch and moved across the room as Fin came running back in. I threw myself into his arms and clung to him as I buried my head into his neck.

“What just happened?” He growled, shooting daggers at his roommate.

“I just proved that your jealousy was miss placed.” Vinny shrugged.

“What?” Both Fin and I exclaimed.

“How did you not notice that he was jealous since the moment I got home?” The drummer laughed. “I wanted to test what you would do if I offered myself to you and you turned me down. There for his jealousy was misplaced. Though I do have to say, you have quite the power behind your slaps Katie kat.”

“Dude, that wasn’t your place.” Finnick snapped, holding me tighter as I sniffled into his shoulder. “Kit? Are you ok?” My boyfriend asked softly.

“Can we just go to your room please?” I whimpered. He nodded and shot one last glare to his roommate before guiding me down the hall. I had so many emotions coursing through my body at that moment. I almost wanted to say yes, to fall into the arms of the drummer and kiss him, but Finnick had been there for me through everything. He had been my elementary school best friend. He had been there for me when I got my first boyfriend. He had been there when my second boyfriend had sexually assaulted me and had even beat him to a pulp before taking me home to my parents. And just last year, when my parents had passed away, he was the one who was there for me when I had to go to their funeral, pack up their house and sell all of their things. He had been my rock and I’d be damned if I messed that up ever.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to lead him on or anything. I love you. I don’t- I can’t want him if it means losing you.” I sobbed once we were cuddled into his bed.

“Do you want him?” He asked.

“Not if he’s going to pull shit like that.” My eyes went wide as I finally admitted to him and myself what I had been feeling. “No- I- I don’t.” I whispered. “Finnick, I swear. I don’t. I want you. It was you who has been through everything with me. I can’t do this without you.”

“I trust you baby. I will admit I am a little jealous of the relationship you two hold but after today I know where your heart lies. But here’s the true question. Can you do this without him? I know he’s become such an important part of your life lately.”

“Yes I can.” I said firmly.

“Let me rephrase that. Do you want to?” My response wasn’t so quick that time around.

“Yeah. After what he pulled today, I don’t know if I could trust him.”

“Do you want to?” He repeated.

“No.” I admitted. “But I want you more.”

“Wait here.”

[ninthhousedyke]

Nona The Ninth Live Blog - #4

Okay so now that I’ve screamed, cried, and thrown up processed the last few chapters I have some more concrete thoughts to give about Day 3.

Kiriona Gaia huh? Damn, that was not the direction I saw that going. I distinctly remember writing a fanfiction idea where John fucks around with Gideon’s memories and makes her his genocidal daughter, but never did I think TM would actually GO in that direction. Not saying Kiriona’s nuts, hell I’m not even sure if she’s alive yet because she just kinda did nothing except sit there. Maybe John’s just placing Gideon’s corpse around and doing necromancy so she looks alive while he tries to figure out how to unravel her soul from Harrow? Cause he did say that it was impossible to take Gideon’s and Harrow’s souls apart at the end of GTN, so maybe Kiriona is just a corpse? Maybe?

Although villain!Gideon would be hot…..

And what is the significance of Kiriona as a name? Like I tried to look it up and there’s not much but apparently it IS a Māori name, and one variation of it (Kiriana) actually means ‘lord’ which I found funny, but otherwise there’s not much else. I get the Gaia part because John’s surname is the male version of Earth so Kiriona gets the female version as a surname.

Anyway, other news…IANTHE! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED HERE?

She’s a brunette now? She’s using Naberius in her name? She’s a Prince? She’s one of the Tower Princes? What the fuck? Something’s gotta be SERIOUSLY wrong for Ianthe to WILLINGLY put Naberius’ name anywhere within her own AND change her appearance. I’m counting this on my Nona Predictions Bingo as her becoming more unhinged because this is a scary level of Ianthe behavior.

there’s probably a good reason for the title change, but I’m loving the thought that because Ianthe was the only Lyctor left John looked at her and said, “you know what? You get a promotion.” And just whipped up a higher title for her because he had nothing better to do.

The water levels rising in John’s dreams is the River, maybe? Is he actually dreaming or is he in some type of stasis within the River? Trying to find Harrow’s body? Back to my above theory that Kiriona isn’t actually alive and John is just stalling, is he using the River to track Harrow and Gideon’s thalergy to find them and take Gideon’s soul back, but in the meantime just trauma dumping to Harrow?

Whoever he’s speaking to doesn’t seem like Harrow though?? Like he calls her Harrow but then he keeps referencing “they didn’t care about you” as if she were around during the original Earth when that’s impossible since Harrow is a descendent of Anastasia.

Also also, the fact MERCY was an atheist, then went on to found probably the most insanely religious House (the Eighth) is equally sad and hilarious.

Hot Sauce I will die for you. You are precious. You are such a painful echo of Jeannemary, which I think is the point. Also, who are you working for? If it’s not BOE then who else? A more unorthodox faction of BOE? Another rebel group we don’t know yet? I just want to wrap you in blankets and give you Mac and Cheese; please don’t go to war and die baby.

The Angel has GOT to be important somehow. Undercover BOE? Undercover Cohort? WHO ARE YOU

Pyrrha? Where are you?? Don’t be dead. Please don’t be dead. Please don’t die yet. I know you probably will but I’ve only had you for 100 pages so please don’t die yet.

ALSO so Gideon is the skull painted face Nona is seeing in her dreams? I just assumed it was Harrow’s, or even Anastasia, but it’s GIDEON! This just cements my theory that Nona is Harrow with brain damage or amnesia of some kind (overexposure to the River?) cause who else would dream about Gideon?

Also love how Harrow in literally any form will always fall for Gideon’s eyes. They are pretty aren’t they baby.

Tamsyn Muir giving us two female characters with the typically masculine royal title of ‘Prince’ is making me feel war and fuzzy inside.

Back to John’s background monologue dream stuff, like dude I don’t know what to tell you but if someone just randomly erected a wall of animal corpses to fend off the cops I don’t think it’s reasonable to expect many people to be on your side. Like ACAB and everything but a wall of animal bodies as a defense? Yeah not really a good “hey trust me” moment.

ALSO I don’t know if it was in this section but the lines “what’s the internet?” “See I did create a utopia” are still making me cackle. Because on the one hand that’s hilarious, but on the completely other hand, John baby literally every single thing you touch now needs copious therapy, so I think we need to rethink the definition of utopia. if I have to choose between resurrection beasts, burning people in cages, necromantic death cults, body-soul fuckery, and planet murder or the internet I’m gonna choose the internet.

I think that’s all my thoughts! I’m dying to read more but I have stupid homework to do (screams) and my cold is clinging to me desperately so maybe I’ll post another live blog tomorrow. For now, here’s my updated Nona Bingo sheet! I also realized I can’t get a diagonal Bingo because I was struggling hardcore to make my app work with me as I made this, and I did not have that many good predictions in the first place because I have a ✨smooth brain✨ but I can still get a Bingo up and down or 4 corners. (Do I really want a Bingo though? Like is that really something I’m aspiring to?)

[jorgecrespo]

1 4 5 6 (have fun with that one) 15 17 23 (idk how to even interpret that but spread hate<3) 28 32 38 39 go crazy

what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

the age of 10 and 17

living in nicaragua for a year. found out i actually like people and i'm not a beach person because the ocean is very scary

the liza minelli tries to turn on a lamp snl skit

what’s an inside joke you have with your family or friends?

it's an inside joke with my family and it has to do with eric clapton's dead son. i have no excuse and it's not my fault

what made you start your blog?

started this blog because of druck (😩). i was on the tag but everyone was like IF YOU DON'T REBLOG THINGS YOU'RE THE DEVIL and i felt bad so i made this and then it's all been downhill every since

what’s the best and worst part of being online/a creator?

best part is obviously all the people i've met from all over the world. from germany to australia to indiana (🤢) and everywhere in-between. i feel like the world is at my fingertips. the worst part is seeing the worst takes that anyone has ever thought and i feel my brain rotting away. also, old woman moment, i hate watching these kids grow up on the internet, it's like watching worms take over their brain

what do you think of when you hear the word “home”?

yeah i'm an adult but also....my stuffed animal brownie 🥺. that little dude goes everywhere with me

name 3 things that make you happy

my cats. if i'm sad i just look up and see their little fluffy faces and then i feel ok

all my internet friends. love seeing everyone's dumb posts

every night i grab my pepper spray and walk around the neighborhood and it has actually improved my overall mood it's insane. who knew

say 3 things about someone you hate

let's talk about scott meyer

after leaving the mental hospital (literally across the street from it) he asked "kallie why don't you have a job" mere moments after he was kicked out of a bar for being too drunk. so i asked why he doesn't have a job and he got all mad and said WELL I'M TRYING and then i started yelling at him in the pizza place but my excuse is i was pretty drugged up and then he just never got a job

attacking the whole house (which included a literal baby btw) and then stealing one of their cars while insanely drunk after hitting me and biting someone else and then i waited outside for the cops while eating mac n cheese in the rain (shout-out to the eugene oregon police department for not finding a drunk man on the empty roads at midnight and just saying "we have people looking")

STEALING MY CLOTHES FUCK YOU SCOTT

do you collect anything?

i don't really collect anything rn but i do have a lot of rocks from my childhood/teen years. i still love a good rock

how many tabs do you have open right now?

44 and they're all unimportant but i'm not deleting any of them

fave song at the moment?

for the fifth year in a row, hounds of love. i will inform everybody if that changes

youtuber you’ve been obsessed with and why?

this is a great place to bitch about youtube because i used to go on there all the time and now i barely go on there. mainly just to watch random clips of shows and sports compilations because the ads are legitimately terrible. it's impossible to watch anything anymore. every two minutes, BAM another ad like it's fucking torture. a five minute video takes eight minutes it's insane. who let this happen

[wanderingbards]

Apotheosis Finale Spoilers //

Anyways here are my live reactions as I sent them to the gc. (I figured out read more's on mobile guys be proud of me!)

Note that I live react to so much, which is why I don't do it on tumblr. If you wanna see me actively do this live ig hmu? I'm doing a prime defenders binge and just got to season 2.

We now have Daddy and Robo Daddy ig

The kickback before we kill God

Kraft mac and cheese to partner with steak

Thanatos is self-employed and taxes are daunting

They're gonna take on the irs

EAT. THANATOS'S. DEVILED. EGGS.

HE IS SAD. EAT THEM!!!

WAIT PETER YOUR EGG ALLERGY.

OH SHIT THANATOS DO NOT ANIMATE THE DEAD NEXT TO GODS CORPSES

"Peter there was no forklift." I throw the forklift.

Bizly is preparing for more gay sex

"Do what you must, Peter." Bizly stfu

Rumi baby don't apologize to Peter please no I'm gonna cry at the whiplash-

"Rumi was supposed to know everything" Honeyyyyyy

"I want Rumi to describe what he really looks like" BROOOOO

[Upon Peter seeing Rumi's true form] Damn, Gollum-lookin ass 😔 /j

"I see you. And I love you." PETERRRRR

Gay people be winnin at all times

"...you guys had sex yesterday."

Condi is in disbelief

I kinda wanna know what changed in the character sheets. I hope they drop finalized character sheets for everyone

Alfhdhsjayag he proposed with the ring of spell storing!!!

Okay but Peter essentially promising he'll never get bored of Rumi is so sweet

THE CEREMONY SPELL IS JUST ON THE RING

"Yo, I'll get married for the tax benefits." Same tho Bizly

Rumi really buried their deadname god I wish I could do that

I wanna know how long Charlie's been planning that proposal tho to have the ceremony spell just on the ring

Charlie correcting the pronouns for Rumi ;-;

Rumi suggesting they give Thanatos a toaster to marry

Thanatos is making more devilled eggs

Oh my god Peter trying to figure out what Thanatos looked like before becoming a warforged

Thanatos was so offended by the concept of angeled eggs

[After Bizly's camera goes out for the millionth time] Bizly get a new camera please

PETER HAS 200 HP OH SHIT

"I would not marry you, Rumi. That would be polygamy, which is punishable by death in some cultures." THANATOS REFERENCED GILLION

Thanatos is amazed how much they/them bussy changed Peter

RUMI HUGGED THANATOS

[Spends 3 minutes explaining Camp Camp to Felix] Yo that was just like Camp Camp

Charlie and Grizzly defending their characters love for each other

Okay serious fight time Condi is taking over

Vision of the fall of the celestial realm

Oh

...Zuen worked with Exandroth

Tits on display

"So we're in heaven, the devil is in front of us naked and in a trench coat."

ZUEN DID GIVE RUMI THEIR VISIONS HOLY SHIT

Rumi said bitchin I love them

"Literally we go to heaven and it's the naked devil with a trenchcoat!"

Zuen gave Rumi the vision of Exandroth taking over Peter hoping they would kill him ;-;. At least, these are the implications. Zuen never accounted for Peter fucking Sqloint.

Peter's trying to Willy Stampler Zuen

-Felix: charlie and grizz absolutely binged dndads after charlie met freddy

-Me: Definitely

Love that Zuen's plan faltered because they let Rumi, Thanatos, and Peter team up

...Lizard is now a dragon.

"...I'm gonna kill Lizard now, I hope you know that." Lizard will never die Condifiction I know where you live

Thanatos makes jokes now he's so 🥺🥺🥺 I will babygirl-ify Thanatos don't test me

I guess Gillion and Thanatos are gonna fight at some point

Charlie's 2 pages of Zuen puns is so dumb

Rumi stop being turned on by Peter

Zuen breaks the 4th wall

Zuen and Thanatos dapped each other up what the fuuuuck

[After an Eldritch Blast] Charlie does so much damage

A humble 71 damage from Thanatos

"You meta-gaming bitch!"

"Dude we need to canonize Jesus, quick!"

SUNNY BECOMES THE SUN BEAST ONCE MORE

AWW HE'S A PROPER KITSUNE NOW!!!

[After Zuen resisted his first spell] I'm surprised Zuen hasn't used any of his legendary resistances before now

These three are in for shit

Welcome to tag, dnd style

"Touch me again and I'm going to tell my husband."

[Said with the same intonation as 'it's my turn with the xbox'] "It's my turn with the sun beast."

"Yas queen, slay him. Slay, Thanatos."

Thanatos is so excited to use Mageslayer

"Peter was smokin that gas, and now he's zooted."

I'm wondering what happens in the last hour of this episode

It seems like the fight is almost over but there's an hour left

Power word: Pain oh shit

...Yeah okay I'm in emotional pain

Rumi you bastard /lh

Rumi cancelled humanity /j

"Rumi? You're gonna need to disband the sex cult."

Rumi dropped their look consciously for Peter ELENAAAAAA

"Well...I love you, Elena. Let's do it."

They made a constellation for Thanatos ;-;

Aaaaaaand they made it so cursed

"Thanatos is spreading mad cheeks rn."

Elena and Peter my beloveds the only valid romantic couple other than Pistolwhip

Peter constantly using they/them for Elena is so good

Exandroth and Thanatos duet to end the episode ig

Elena bought themself a new outfit and it's very cute I love her and Peter so much

The world is jubilant. The world is happy.

Elena helping people that she grew up as and it's very sweet

LIZARD GETS A GIRLFRIEND

Peter reacquired the log shop

Lizard babies all get a log :)

Peter makes statues of Thanatos and it's so sweet except every statue is Thanatos brutalizing a different god

"Everywhere Peter touches thrives" oh shit ;-; that's where I break-

"And it's perfect"

The book that Elena gave Thanatos, the book of untold stories, updates with their current stories ;-;

[glennjaminhow]

oohh okay okay. sickfic where dennis has the tiniest little cold or smth and is being SO overdramatic about it so mac will take care of him

Thank you for the prompt!

~

Dennis is annoying.

Okay, everyone already knows this. The dude is a fountain of complaints and unhappiness to the point that Mac isn’t sure he’s ever really been comfortable anywhere. Mac’s convinced Den popped outta his mom’s vagina like that, all cranky and irritable and dramatic. He met Dennis when the dude was barely 16; his hair was too curly, and his ego was too big from being a yuppy rich kid. Yet – and he still doesn’t understand this – here they are 30 years later, where Mac’s got a lifetime of calming Dennis down under his belt.

Except he hasn’t been successful today. Something is different about today.

For starters, Dennis woke up late, grumbling under his breath about being cold. Except it’s the middle of May, and there’s absolutely no logical reason for him to be cold, but that doesn’t stop Dennis from bitching every three Goddamn seconds at Mac to turn on the heat, to which Mac responds with a quick “fuck that,” because, seriously, fuck that. It’s close to 80 degrees outside, and the humidity is atrocious. Like he said, there’s no logical reason for Dennis’ behavior (there never really is), and Mac is convinced that he’s sunk into the depths of Hell long before they even leave the apartment to go to work.

For seconds, Dennis has this cough and runny nose that’s been bothering him for the last couple days. It’s barely anything bat an eye at. But, in true Dennis fashion, the guy will not stop bringing it up. Last night when Mac was cooking dinner, he went on and on about how he couldn’t smell anything, about how his throat was starting to hurt from coughing, about how dangerously dehydrated he was, and why wasn’t Mac making him drink water? It’s a stupid question because of course Mac’s been force-watering Dennis since 1999, but Mac pointing out that fact doesn’t make the situation any more better. In fact, something about him saying that offends Dennis. Although, what doesn’t offend Dennis? But anyway, Den spent the rest of the night sulking underneath a blanket on the couch, demanding that Mac rub his calves, which Mac was gonna do anyway.

And, now, Dennis is sitting at the bar, sneezing wetly into his open palm.

Mac rolls his eyes. “Do you need a tissue?”

“Don’t use my own line on me.” His voice is nasally.

“What? Ew. No, you know I didn’t mean it like that.”

Dennis scoffs. “Ew? What do you mean ‘ew’?”

Mac sighs. “Nothing. Never mind. Here.” He hands Dennis a crumpled tissue from the pockets of his Dickies. “Blow your nose.”

Dennis snatches it from him. “Don’t tell me what to do.” But he blows his nose messily anyway. “Jesus Christ, when is this gonna stop?”

He’s dangerously close to rolling his eyes, but he’s probably, like, reached his daily quota of eye rolling, so he settles on looking Dennis over instead. The guy’s wearing an oversized hoodie, something he wouldn’t typically be caught dead in. His baby blues are a little bloodshot. He isn’t wearing any foundation, and his hair is tousled from all of his irritating body noises. He is a little paler than normal. Not anything super significant, and it’s nothing to worry about, but it’s still just a little out of the ordinary.

“Relax. You’re being dramatic,” Mac finds himself saying as he takes a swig of his beer.

Dennis snaps his head back, eyes wide. “Dramatic? I may be dying, Mac, but I see that doesn’t matter to you.”

Mac snorts. “Dying? Den, you have a cold,” he says. “I’m not even sure I would classify this as a cold.”

“Oh yeah?” His voice is getting all high and whiny in that way that Mac hates. “You wouldn’t ‘classify’ this as a cold? Look at you using big words all of a sudden.”

“Hey, I use big words all the time!” Mac exclaims.

Dennis sticks his tongue out at him.

Mac punches Dennis on the arm.

“Fuck,” Dennis groans as he rubs his upper arm. He sniffles and wipes his nose with his sleeve instead of using the tissue in his hand. Mac tries to ignore how pitiful and pathetic he looks. “Why would you do that, Mac? I’m sick.”

“Oh my god, dude, you’re not sick! You. Have. A. Cold.”

Dennis basically sticks his bottom fucking lip out and looks all of ten years old once Mac says that. He coughs and clears his throat before putting his head in his hands. He’s bent over the bar and sniffling every five seconds, and it’s starting to drive Mac up the wall. He doesn’t understand why Dennis is like this literally every time he has a cold. God forbid he ever gets the flu or some shit because then – oh, boy – that’s when the real fun starts. When Dennis is sick, actually sick, he likes to bask in denial until he’s practically hospitalized.

Mac exhales and reaches out until his hand is on the small of Dennis’ back. Charlie and Frank are messing around in the basement, and Dee – the bitch – never showed up for work today, so he doesn’t have to worry about any of their stupid questions or hurried accusations about how ‘gay’ they are. He rubs his lower back with his thumb. Dennis doesn’t flinch or pull away. In fact, Mac thinks he feels him kinda sink into the touch a little bit. Huh. Maybe he isn’t feeling too good after all.

“Why don’t we go home?” Mac suggests. “I’ll put in a movie, and we can just chill out the rest of the night.”

Dennis sniffles. “I’d like that,” he says roughly.

So that’s what they do.

Mac drives back to their apartment because, in the fading afternoon light, Dennis does sorta look like crap. He keeps the car quiet and absurdly warm. Dennis nods off long enough for Mac to grab some overpriced cold meds, tissues, and cough syrup from the Wawa. By the time they arrive home, Mac is manhandling Dennis out of the Range Rover and up the stairs. Dennis coughs and wipes his nose on his sleeve again.

“Go change into some PJs. I’ll put in Predator.”

Dennis returns a couple minutes later in one of Mac’s few long sleeved shirts and green plaid pajama pants. He takes a seat on the leather couch and leans his head on his arm. Mac changes too and sets the box of tissues on Dennis’ lap, who immediately digs into them. Orange juice and cold meds in hand, he sits down shoulder to shoulder with Dennis, who is looking more miserable as the minutes pass.

“I got you some cough syrup too,” Mac says as he gives the meds to Dennis. “Just in case.”

Mac watches as Dennis swallows the juice and pills. He gulps noisily and swipes a tissue under his nose. “Ugghhh,” he murmurs. “This sucks.”

And that’s when Dennis puts his head on Mac’s shoulder. Mac stiffens and tries to steady his breathing. He and Dennis have had nights like this before, where touching isn’t so foreign and scary, especially recently. Eventually, Mac melts into it too, gently settling his head on top of Dennis’.

“Thanks,” Dennis mumbles nasally when they’re five minutes into the movie.

Mac’s eyebrows furrow. “For what?”

“Takin’ care of me.”

Mac nods. “Course, Den.”

Yes, Dennis is annoying, really annoying actually, but he’s a lot less annoying like this.

Mac settles in for an early night and tentatively presses a kiss to Dennis’ temple.

Dennis hums, and Mac feels whole.

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #053

What’s the longest you’ve gone without accessing the internet? Well, excluding when I was a baby and all, somewhere around two weeks during a mental hospital stay. What’s the one book you think everyone should be required to read? Johnny Got His Gun by Dalton Trumbo. Anti-war novel that is simply fanfuckingtastic. How patriotic are you? My "patriotism" reaches into the negatives, dude. When was the last time you used a computer in a public place? A few months ago when I went with my mom to the church she cleans just to get out of the house. I'd brought my laptop with me and just chilled in an office. Is there anyone else in the room with you atm? What are they doing? Just my snake. She's just chillin' in one of her hides.

What is something that you plan to buy, as soon as you’ve saved up the money for it? I want Teddy's tribute tattoo literally ASAP. Sara's handwriting on my boob just ain't it lmfao What kind of deodorant do you use? Some Secret scent, I don't look. Your first serious relationship, do you still talk to him/her? No. Is there anything too serious to be joked about? Absolutely. Off the top of my head, don't you fucking dare joke about rape or molestation with me, ESPECIALLY if it involves a child. I honest to god would fucking deck you. Some things simply are not in any way funny. Does ketchup really belong on mac & cheese? I've never tried it and never will, it sounds disgusting. What’s one fruit you love in drinks? Strawberries. What is something simple that you’re afraid of? Talking on the phone. Do you have any nieces or nephews? Describe them. I have a lot, but since these are the only ones I see frequently/know well, I'll just say a little bit about my immediate older sister's kids: Aubree is bright, quiet, shy, loving, and a deep thinker. She gets frustrated easily when she doesn't understand something. Ryder is VERY active, pretty much deafeningly loud, full of energy, and loves to show off in that endearing way children do when they think they can do something even remotely cool. Emerson is super silly, a total daddy's girl, and she loves to help and be included. She's glued to her big brother's hip. I love them all so, so much. What is one thing you have in common with your mother? We both care A LOT about other people and never let those we love suffer alone. Is there a small, local shop that you enjoy going to? What types of things do they sell? No. Who is a coworker from the past that you miss? Why did you enjoy their presence so much? I've never really worked long enough to answer this. What is something that somebody else introduced to you, that you ended up falling in love with? Who made the introduction? What is it that you love about this particular thing? HA, the whole Silent Hill franchise tops the list, eeeeeeasy. I watched Jason play the first game and got totally obsessed. I just love how creative it is and how the whole big idea is you can't run from your past if you haven't made peace with it, because it will always follow you otherwise. I could literally write an essay on why I love the series so much, I'm restraining myself lol. What are some things that make you feel peaceful? Birdsong, wind chimes, flowing water, rustling leaves in a breeze... really mostly nature sounds, now that I'm thinking about it. Name something that reminds you of your grandparents. Disney World is one, 'cuz my maternal grandma (the only grandparent I ever *really* knew) worked there. Does a male or female sing the last song you listened to? Male. Are you listening to music now? If so what song? Yeah, "Eifersucht" by Rammstein is on atm. What is the most expensive thing you’ve ever bought? My snake. Or my Mark tattoo? Idr. Are you on speaking terms with your parents? Yep. What are your feelings on feminism? You CANNOT look at the world today and DARE to say it is not 100% VITAL. Some people do take it too far, but for the most part, feminism MUST exist and be fought for. Do you think an opinion deserves respect just by virtue of being an opinion? Sure don't. Some opinions are just fucking vile. Can you honestly say that you always practice safe sex? Once we start doing that, it's going to be an absolute necessity. I WILL NOT take that shit lightly because I am fucking not getting pregnant. Are you more sympathetic towards animals or humans? Oh, animals for sure. Is there anything you want to live to tell your grandchildren? I'm not going to have kids to even have kids of their own. If you could be reborn, what would you be reborn as? Hm, maybe a wild lioness. Does the person you love/like have any pets? Yeah, a pit/shepherd mix named Charlie. Are you more attracted to men or women? I'm attracted to both, but I think I tend to experience attraction more often with men. Have you ever been told you were a good writer? Yeah, that's probably what I've been complimented on most. Have you ever been on a farm? Yes. How many times can you honestly say you’ve been in love? Twice. What if your ex says to you, “Why did you let me go?” I would lose my FUCKING MIND if Jason had the absolute audacity to say that, but I can pretty fucking confidently say he wouldn't. Like I genuinely don't know exactly how I'd react other than laughing my absolute ass off in total disbelief that came out of his mouth. How many people have told you they were in love with you? One with certainty. I don't know if Girt has said those exact words? Sara was never completely sure. Have you chewed gum after someone else already has? Uh, EW? No? What was the last song you listened to that made you cry? The acoustic version of "Eternally Yours" by MiW. Your ex REALLY needs you at 3am and you have a way to their house would you go? I don't see how my presence would help him, so no, honestly. I'd feel like I was being disloyal to Girt just by showing up there. What I WOULD do is have an emotional breakdown over it, though. Does the thought of marriage scare you? No, it never has. Would your parents get mad if you got drunk while they were present? No. Do you know anyone who suffers from depression? I know multiple, including myself. How much older/younger than you was the person you lost your virginity to? N/A Any sexual stuff happen in the past two months? Yes. Have you ever made a sex tape? That's an absolute no, I never would. Have you ever considered being a cop? Nope. Do you get high a lot? I never do. Where do you want to live when you are older? Ugh, take me back to the woods in the middle of nowhere, PLEASE. Are you into bondage? It's not something I've tried and am not horribly interested. Have you ever been bitten by a dog? No. If you could go back and redo things with your last ex, would you? No. Do your parents have Facebook accounts? Only my mom does. Do you remember who you liked in grade eight? I actually don't think I liked anyone. Are you dressing up for Halloween this year? Almost positive no. I just don't have a reason to anymore. Girt and I have instead planned to play the Resident Evil 2 remake; he is not fond of horror games and won't play them himself, but he seems to kinda like watching me do it. Does/did either of your parents serve in the military? No. Do you like sour candy? I LOVE sour candy. What was the last reason you went to the doctor for? I actually just went yesterday to get my ears cleaned; I had a blockage in my left ear from just earwax. That's what happens when you overuse q-tips, kids. I was just pushing shit back. Have you ever used the app Duolingo to learn a language? No; I use an app called Readle to learn German. Do you enjoy blueberry muffins? Love. Would you rather plant a vegetable or flower garden? Oh, flowers for sure. Do you think Bigfoot is real? Meh, probably not. Or at least, sasquatches no longer exist. Do you think you could win a cooking competition? What would you cook if you were in one? HELL no. How long could you run before getting winded? I am almost 100% certain I can't run at all. My legs are too weak; my knees would immediately give out. Have you ever been arrested? No. Who is your best online friend? Where does he/she live? Tez (Oregon) and Mazzy (Nevada) are tied as my best friends. What fandoms would you consider yourself a part of? Oh god, there's a lot. Rammstein, Markiplier + some other YouTubers, Silent Hill, World of Warcraft, Wings of Fire, and more. Your ex calls wanting to hang out. What do you say? No. Do you think your ex will ever want to be with you again? No. Where would you rather live: England or Australia? England. As much of an animal lover as I am, Australia has some WILD shit goin on over there with the wildlife lmao. I ain't built for finding a huntsman spider in my shoe. Do you own a wok? No. What are your career goals? I just wanna be a photographer, man. Showcase the greatest sights in nature. Something you are working on right now: Sigh, losing weight. My fucking weight jumped up like three pounds at the doctor today only since like maybe two weeks ago and I am VERY confused on how and EXTREMELY frustrated. It might just be normal fluctuations, sure, but I just want the fucking numbers to keep going DOWN, not up again. How much does your mother know about your sex life (or lack thereof)? Very little/practically none, save for that I'm NOT currently having sex and never have. I am extremely uncomfortable talking about this topic with my mom of all people. Have you ever used fake tan? OH MY GOD so in high school I went through a streak of putting this tanning lotion on my legs because I was self-conscious of them. Looking back I sure was talented at not blending that shit out well, ha ha. Are any of your siblings married? What are their spouses’ names? Yes; various sisters have husbands by the names of Nick, Josh, and Franky. My only brother's wife is Chelsey. Does your father have any creepy or scary friends you don’t like? Ugh, he did once when my parents were still together. Van was his name. Weird dude. Are you attracted to the last person that you fell in love with? Yes. Is it important to be on a similar intelligence level as the person you’re with? I personally don't think so. What’s your favorite Ben & Jerry’s flavor? PHISH FOOD, FUCK ME UP Were you a planned child? I... think? Would you ever get an eyebrow piercing? If I didn't have glasses, I would actually get one. So, what are your plans for the near future (a year)? I would LOVE to just have a fucking income. Even just a TINY one with pictures every now and again, maybe. I hope I'm way smaller weight-wise and for the love of FUCKING GOD I hope my legs have improved considerably. I DO NOT know how I'm still walking at all, it is pure fucking determination. What’s something you wish you’d never seen or heard? Ha ha I'm sure there are technically worse things, but the first thing that came to me was knowing botflies exist and seeing one pulled from a man's back (on video, anyway). I would rather fucking DIE. Who was the last person you saw a movie at the cinema with? Who paid? Girt, and me because it was my date idea for us. He typically pays for everything and I HATE it so I used some money I had left over. Do you message friends and family on Facebook regularly? Not really... but I probably should more. Name three countries you would love to visit. South Africa, Germany, and maybe Scotland. Do you still have a landline phone in your home? No, we haven't for a very long time. What is your favourite brand of shoes? Not really. Have you ever built a snowman? I have. (: I have great childhood memories making them with my sisters and dad while Mom would be inside making hot chocolate or snow cream. Snow days as a kid were the ABSOLUTE best. Have you ever had something signed by someone famous? What and who? No.