#and people didn't move around like they do now chances are you'd die in the same town you were born in without ever leaving it

[anathemaspeaks]

pas de deux

character(s): toji fushiguro synopsis: [ˌpɑː də ˈdəː] a dance for two people, typically a man and a woman. word count: 1k warning(s): none (so much fluff i promise it's worth the read) a/n: i'm SO down bad for him HELP

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toji was not a romantic. the very idea made him scoff. the thought of getting soaked in the rain to meet someone was just absurd. what idiot would voluntarily fall sick for something as irrelevant as that. it baffled him, truly.

until he found himself standing at your door at four in the morning.

drenched to the bone, a strong arm raised to knock at your door. it took three tries, and you finally opened the door, hair tousled, eyes wide, and mouth agape.

you immediately ushered him inside, fretting over him. you gave him one of your largest hoodies (which still clung to his frame like a compression shirt), and a pair of loose shorts. you turned up the heater and gave him a blanket, forcing him to relax while you handed him a cup of hot coffee.

"toji, what are you doing here? aren't you supposed to be asleep?" you inquired, worry etched onto your beautiful face and surprise evident in your voice.

"ya ain't getting rid of me that easy, doll" he replied while smirking, clearly trying to underplay his current state. he was still shivering from the cold, his wet hair clinging to his forehead.

you sat next to him on the sofa, moving closer and snaking your arms around his muscular torso, your warmth seeping into his cold body. you leaned in, placing a soft kiss on his jaw before snuggling closer, nestling into his broad chest.

he couldn't say he wasn't loving the attention, but that wasn't what he came here for.

you both were texting when you'd confessed that you weren't getting any sleep, and you were really stressed out as of late. you also revealed that the last time you had a comfortable sleep was with toji.

that was a whole week ago.

after that, he said he was going to sleep, ending the conversation with a 'goodnight doll, love ya.' you smiled at your phone before closing the message app, opting to scroll through instagram to keep your restless mind occupied - sleep was out of the question.

but of course toji was worried about his girl.

the concern gnawed at him. he couldn't stand the thought of you so helpless and distressed.

of course he couldn't - especially now that he knew he could help. he would rather die than see you in any kind of pain. and that's how he found himself soaked in the pouring rain, with only one goal in mind: to help you.

and now here he was, in your home, his strong arms finally wrapped around you.

"baby, i'm not complaining, but how come you're here?" you spoke, voice muffled because your face was squished against his body.

"y'said you only got sleep 'round me" he stated, as if it was the most obvious thing ever. your heart lurched at his words. he ran for ten minutes through a rainstorm...all for your sleep?

"toji...i- i'm so...thank you" you choked, getting emotional. the night did that to you sometimes. but you just loved him so much. toji sensed it and let out a chuckle, the sound reverberating in your chest. you could listen to that dumb laugh forever.

"you're getting soft, old man" you teased, a playful smile on your face. you didn't have that much of an age gap, but you never passed up the chance to bring it up.

he tutted. "y'want me to stay or not, brat?"

you giggled at his tone, burrowing deeper in the comfort of his presence, letting out a content sigh. from over his shoulder, you could see the sky clearing up, the rain slowly stopping. you saw it getting lighter, soft, golden rays striking toji's dangerously gorgeous face.

you looked at his lips, a content smile gracing his features, scar only emphasizing his already perfect looks. you trailed up to his eyes, warm, and filled with so much love and devotion it took your breath away. you could drown in them.

he couldn't stop staring at you, not when you looked this angelic. it was like the sunlight formed a literal halo over you - he was convinced you couldn't be real.

he looked into your eyes. the gears in your head were turning - he could see it. and then he saw a glint in your eyes.

"toji..."

"yeah, pretty girl?" he smiled, one that was so radiant it could put even the most magnificent sunrise to shame. your breath caught in your throat. he was so pretty.

...

"dance with me" you sighed, already pushing yourself up.

"it's 5 a.m., babe" he chuckled softly at your antics. you were always up to something.

"and? dance with me!" you demanded, taking both of his calloused hands into your own, trying to pull him up (and failing, miserably).

but he could never resist you. he wouldn't. you were his world. all you had to was ask, and toji would do it in a heartbeat. so he got up, buff arms enveloping you into his warmth once more.

"mmph- toji, needa play the music!" you said, voice obscured by his chest.

"we don't need music to dance, doll"

and so you stayed in his arms, his body gently rocking yours, moving to a beat only the both of you could hear. occasionally, he'd twirl you around, dipping you down to kiss you right after, just so he could hear your sweet laughs.

you don't know how long both of you danced for. you don't remember it, but you fell asleep in that very position. in his arms, while standing. you didn't even realize how exhausted you were.

you woke up in the safety of your bed, still trapped in his arms, light snores escaping him. he must've carried you here. he was definitely going to fall sick, but honestly? he couldn't bring himself to care.

he might catch a cold, but in that moment, all that mattered was the gentle rise and fall of your chest.

toji was not a romantic. but for you, he would get soaked in the rain a million times. for you, he would do anything to put a smile on your stunning face. for you, he would do anything.

i love him i love him i love him i love him

[canisalbus]

When Machete became a cardinal, did his parents ever recognize him?

Machete's home village was on the other side of Italy (and separated by the sea no less) and it was small, relatively rural and remote. It's very unlikely many news about Holy See's happenings made their way there. I don't think his parents had any reason to expect to ever hear about him again, he seemed to be somewhat of a lost cause when they dropped him off.

[reiderwriter]

Okay but, flirty reader majority pointed at Reid, and the scene where he has to get hosed down and says "I'mma bout to get naked, I don't think you wanna see that" and reader's just like raising her hand and says "don't worry I'll stay". And after she walks out to go to the hospital and sees everyone and with an open mouth and wide eyes just goes " woah" cause big dick energy

A/N: Hi, thank you so much for your request! I've been a bit sick lately, so I haven't had a chance to write much, but this was fun and quick to write! I might do a part 2 with the actual smut in the future, so if that's something people would want let me know in the comments!!

Warnings: suggestive content, public dirty talk?

“I really want to see that.” 

You heard the words but weren't sure where they'd come from for the longest time. It had been a confusing morning, with a high alert for anthrax and your coworker trapping himself inside a contaminated lab to save you from dying a presumably very painful death, you couldn't be blamed for not realizing that you'd said the words in question. 

He'd meant the words sarcastically, of course, and they'd warned Morgan off immediately with a chuckle and a “You better survive this, kid,” but you'd stood rooted to the earth until he'd repeated them again. 

“Y/N, they're going to strip me down. You don't want to see that.” 

“I really do, though.” Your eyes unabashedly trailed down the contours of his body, soaked from the hoses currently decontaminating him. You could've sworn that he was moving in slow motion as his hand pushed back his hair and cleared his face of water. 

If there weren't this many CDC agents around, you'd have likely joined him in his impromptu shower to feel your way along the lines of his clothing, checking to see what was outline and what was the thick layers of shirt and pants that unfortunately still obstructed your view. 

Another minute of you ogling him went by before your eyes finally returned to anywhere near his, and you realized that your desire for the man could no longer pass for camaraderie. 

“You better not die, Spencer. Not before I can enjoy the meal I'm about to sample.” 

His doctors were either ignoring the conversation completely or were busy focusing on other things, and luckily, they didn't react to your words. Other than to take Spencer's temperature one more time when he flushed bright red, and stared at you slack-jawed. 

“We're going to have to speed this along, Doctor Reid. Please start unbuttoning your shirt,” one of the hazmatted men said to him, but his eyes were fixed on you. 

“Yes, please do, Spencer. It's for your own good. And mine.” 

You expected him to blush and fawn again, but his day had been as long and confusing as your own, so you were unsurprised when he looked you directly in the eye and began unbuttoning his shirt. You watched his descent, and your breath faltered, seeing the water drip down his bare skin now. 

“I'm not sure which of us is wetter right now,” you tried to joke in earnest, but you felt a sharp jolt of lust in your gut as soon as his hands reached his belt. 

“Y/N, you need to leave now. Before you make this any harder for everyone here.” The innuendo in his words were clear, but you were thankful again for the considerate and/or oblivious doctors either side of him bagging up his discarded shirt and jacket. 

“Only if you promise I can make your life as hard as I want to when you're in the clear.” You smiled again, hoping the full force of your lust would reach him. Spencer was always oblivious to genuine flirtation, you'd observed enough women throwing themselves on him (had discouraged a few too many with a hand on his arm and a finger playing with the abandoned curls at the back of his neck, too) to know that for sure. 

You needed to make your need for him explicit. 

“I mean it, Spencer. I really mean it.” 

His eyes locked with yours for the last time ad you made to turn around, doing your best to convince him without becoming distractedly horny. 

“I know. I'll see you at the hospital.” 

“At the hospital? Risky, I like it.” You winked and turned away, leaving him calling back after you as you walked over to the car Derek had pulled around the front of the property. 

“Wait, not the hospital! Those beds aren’t comfortable. Y/N! Y/N, really!” 

You giggled as you sat down in the car, but you bubbled with anticipation still. 

[biblio-smia]

the last thing i need — two.

warnings: twd content warnings, contains smut

pairings: glenn rhee x reader

[one.] [two.] [three.]

The ride back to your destination was a silent one, save for the occasional directions from T-Dog and the distant sound of the siren of Glenn's new ride.

Nerves prickled at your skin like needles as you considered your minimal options; you'd just gotten saved by this group. You thought it'd be a little rude to abandon them immediately. But the reaction of the group worried you the most; you weren't sure how welcoming they were of newcomers.

Seeing Rick reunite with his family was heartwarming - what were the chances he ran into people that ran with them? It was almost hard to believe Rick had been in the dark about the state of the world until recently. Part of you wondered how it'd take for him to lose his humanity. For all of you to lose it.

This new world came with new rules - though you didn't know how well your morals would hold up now.

The camp accepted you into their group with no argument, seemingly in a good mood after seeing a family brought together.

The campfire provided the warmth you needed and Glenn's body next to yours provided a warmth you didn't know you craved.

****

You weren't quite sure what to do with yourself once the flames died out, a reflection of the group's energy. You stood around, watching the embers of the fire die out as everyone packed into their tents. A cool breeze picked up, nipping at your skin tauntingly.

"You can sleep with me."

You turned around, surprised at the sudden voice.

"I mean," You could see the embarrassment on Glenn's face despite the pale moonlight. "I didn't mean it in that way."

You couldn't help the giggle that escaped you, prompting a small, awkward laugh from Glenn.

"Okay. I don't really have a choice, do I?" Your attempt at a joke came out much too dry. Too late. You could see, or more so sense, Glenn's face fall.

You stepped closer to Glenn, lowering your voice and drawing him in.

"I'd love to sleep with you. In that way."

Quickly walking past him, you climbed into his small orange tent, the embarrassment suddenly catching up to you.

Glenn followed shortly after, balled up flannel held stiffly in front of his legs as he took a seat as far away from you as possible.

You shot him a curious glance, only momentarily distracted by the tight t-shirt he was wearing.

Glenn glanced away quickly, hands pulling the fabric closer against himself.

A small smile made its way to your face as you closed the distance between you and Glenn - though there wasn't much to begin with.

"Glenn." You placed your hands over his, trying to pry the flannel away.

"Glenn." Placing one hand on his face, you got him to look at you, to see the gentle smile on your face. "I was serious."

You tugged on the flannel again, all the strength leaving Glenn as he let you do what you wanted. You stared at Glenn's jeans, straining against his erection.

"I-" Glenn began, but you cut him off.

"Let me help you?"

Glenn audibly gulped, but nodded. That was all you needed.

You kissed Glenn gently, savoring the feeling of his soft lips against yours. His flannel had fallen out of your hand and landed somewhere on the ground nearby - your hand was now occupied with stroking Glenn through his jeans.

You tilted Glenn’s head back to deepen the kiss, increasing the pressure of your hand against Glenn’s jeans. Glenn moaned softly into your mouth and into your ear as you moved your lips to his cheek and down his neck. Your lips were running out of places to wander and so you removed yourself completely from Glenn.

"Shirt off." You ordered, taking off your own. It was a little funny to see Glenn clumsily do as you said, already missing your touch.

You took a moment to admire Glenn - his toned arms and stomach contrasted his soft face and demeanor. He captured your lips this time, hands messily traveling around your waist.

"Here-" you whispered in between kisses. You stripped yourself nude and Glenn became the brightest shade of red you'd ever seen.

"Shit..." Glenn's hands froze, unsure of what he was allowed to do.

You took his hands in yours, guiding them up to your chest. You let out a low moan as he began exploring the area, his gentle movements sending heat straight between your legs.

Your kisses became more aggressive as you moved onto Glenn's lap, needing more of him. Your bare chest pressed against his as your hands gently tugged at Glenn’s hair, wet kisses exchanged as lust completely took over. The heat between your legs was one only he could put out now that he'd ignited it.

You rolled your hips as Glenn's hands continued working you, moans slipping out of him as you moved against his still-clothed dick. His hard-on poked against you as you bounced on him, making you moan into Glenn’s shoulder. “Shit, I can feel you, Glenn.”

"God, please," Glenn whined, placing a hand on your hip. Glenn was going to stain his jeans if this went on any longer. "I- I need you."

"Fuck, Glenn." You muttered, shoving your tongue into his mouth.

Your hands moved down to unbutton Glenn's jeans, his hands coming down to help you in getting them and his underwear off.

You clenched against nothing just seeing him, almost unable to wait for the feeling of Glenn inside of you. He was already leaking in anticipation, eager for your touch.

Your hands wrapped around him immediately, messily twisting and jerking, small gasps and whines from Glenn making you drip.

"Fuck, you're good, you're so good," Glenn moaned quietly, head thrown back in pleasure. It wasn't long before he stopped your hands from working him.

"Wait," he panted. "I wanna..." Glenn's eyes moved down to your legs and you understood his wordless intentions. Slowly, you moved your hands off him and to your own jeans, slowly slipping your bottom layers off.

And, God, you were beautiful.

Glenn pushed a pile of clothes together to create more space between you and the cold, hard ground of the tent, laying you down gently.

"Is this good? Are you okay?" Glenn asked nervously, glancing at your eyes for any hint of regret as he hovered over you.

"I'm good." You ran your fingers through Glenn's hair, pushing back some that had fallen into his eyes. "I'm better than good."

"Can I... Can I touch you?"

"Yes," You nodded. "Please do."

"I'm not really good at this," Glenn warned. "So just tell me if I do something wrong, okay?"

"Okay."

Glenn felt your arousal, fingers slick as he entered them into you. He bit back a moan as he felt you, wet because of him. Glenn took his time fingering you, sweet and slow movements making you bite your tongue to keep from letting the entire camp know how skilled Glenn's hands were.

"Glenn," urgency filling your voice. "I need you in me, now."

"Shit, yeah, okay," Glenn nodded with only a moment's hesitation. "I don't have- I don't have a condom."

"Doesn't matter," Your desire dazed you, keeping you from thinking straight. "Just pull out?"

"Yeah, okay," Glenn nodded again, hands on your hips to keep you steady.

You closed your eyes in anticipation, though nothing could've prepared you for the sweet feeling of Glenn, filling you with something you'd never felt before.

You muffled your moans with your hands, which were quickly replaced with Glenn's lips, his own sounds of pleasure mixing with yours.

He lifted one of your legs, muscles flexing with strain as he pushed further into you. His thrusts started sweet yet purposeful, hitting you in exactly the right place.

"God, Glenn." Your back arched into him, his movements quickening. You knew you were done for as he moved his face to your shoulder in an attempt to muffle his loudest moan yet.

"Glenn, I'm gonna- " You were cut off by Glenn's swollen lips on yours, sloppy kisses exchanged as you came, sweetly and with nothing else to lose.

Glenn pulled out quickly, coming right after. His will had broken down when your high was reached, knowing he couldn't last long after the feeling of you unloading around him - knowing he had helped you reach euphoria.

Your chest heaved as Glenn searched for something to clean your mess up with, already missing the feeling of Glenn inside of you. It felt right - his body pressed against yours, filling all the empty spaces you were missing.

You shook yourself out of your thoughts, cleaning up alongside an equally winded Glenn. He laid down next to you, turning to face you.

"That was... amazing." Glenn whispered, cupping your face in his hand, mindful of your bruised cheek.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He kissed you again, gently. This one, however, was full of hope.

****

The crunching of leaves under your boots seemed like the loudest thing in the world compared to the silence of the camp, the only persisting sound being a variety of bugs singing.

“Going somewhere?” A voice asked expectantly, almost out of nowhere.

Shit. You forgot Shane was on watch.

You turned around quickly. In the dim moonlight, you could make Shane out from a few feet away. You thought about your words before you spoke. Shane seemed like a reasonable man. A protective one, too.

“We both know it's better if I leave," you said honestly.

Shane scoffed. “For who? You? Because we both know it wouldn't be for the camp. Power in numbers, remember?”

Shane was smiling, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. His right hand inched near his back pocket - it was a subtle movement, but you had a good eye.

You laughed, demeanor changing immediately. “You're right,” you said. “I guess I was just... so used to being on my own. Don't know what I was thinking."

It was an obvious lie, but the break you forced your voice to take helped your case.

Shane’s hands dropped to his side and he smiled. “Glenn seems to taken a liking to you. Why don't ya get back to him?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, heading back to the direction of the tent you had left Glenn in. “Goodnight, Shane,” you said with a sweet smile as you passed the man, careful to keep your distance.

“Goodnight.”  

Your smile dropped as you turned around, rage filling you instead. You weren't sure if you imagined it now, the darkness of the night potentially messing with your eyes, but you made a note never to be alone with Shane again.

You entered the tent quietly, a half-naked Glenn sleeping soundly just as you'd left him. He'd fallen asleep with his arms wound around you, making your escape difficult and clearly in vain as you carefully placed his arms around you again. You turned away from him.

You didn't want to look at the face of the man you had planned on abandoning.

「 … 」

You made sure to get up first, unwinding yourself from Glenn for the second time. This time, however, daylight illuminated his soft features. You took a second to analyze them, his expression showing no indication of the world you lived in. He looked relaxed. Free. You wondered what he was dreaming about.

You left the tent quietly, still respectful of the peace Glenn was able to keep, even if it was just for a few hours. The sun shone over the small camp, the brand new day bringing new opportunities. You asked around for a purpose; you had originally planned on being miles away by now.

One lady, Carol, directed you to the laundry. You complied, the task being easy enough for you to plan your next move. You couldn't leave now, not when everyone was roaming around in broad daylight. You'd keep tabs on who was on watch tonight and run the other way. It was decided.

A quick-moving figure from the corner of your eye caught your attention as it approached. Your attention turned away from the laundry and onto Glenn, who seemed a little out-of-breath.

"You..." a breath, "were gone... thought something happened..."

You almost felt guilty at Glenn's concern.

"Nope. Right here," you remained expressionless, watching as Glenn's face faltered.

"Yeah, I see that now..." Glenn shifted from foot to foot. There was something he wanted to say, but he wouldn't.

Your expectant gaze and cold demeanor made him nervous, fingers bundling the fabric of his shirt.

"Last night..." Glenn waited for you to say anything; you did not. "I just wasn't sure if it... if we—"

"There's no we, Glenn. It was a one time thing." Your words were harsh, but they were true. The last thing you needed right now was romance. You were in an apocalypse! You had bigger things to worry about and so did Glenn. It was nothing more than a little bit of stress relief.

And yet, as you picked up a laundry bin and walked away from a defeated Glenn, you couldn't help but feel a pull at your heart.

The tug in your chest did not go away as the day went on. Not as you shadowed Carol, helping her out with any task you could. Especially not as you discovered the asshole on the roof had a brother.

Daryl Dixon was as much of a character as Merle. You could see the relationship between the two.

Your heart continued sinking as a plan unfolded — a completely stupid one — and the look Rick gave Glenn, asking him to come along. The nail in the coffin was Glenn agreeing to go.

A panic began to fester in you as Glenn prepared to leave. You weren't quite sure what made you approach him.

"You're seriously going back?" Your voice surprised Glenn, who jumped before turning to face you.

"I have to," Glenn said factually.

"Then I'm coming with you." You weren't sure where the sentiment came from; you did not feel strongly about saving Merle.

"No, you're not. We barely got out last time—" "Which is exactly why you shouldn't go." You crossed your arms, an annoyed look on your face.

Glenn sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"We left one of our own behind. I can't... as awful as he is, I couldn't live with myself knowing we just left him to die. He could still be alive up there."

You looked in Glenn's eyes, seeing the determination in his eyes. Although there was a hint of fear mixed in, it was almost the most passionate you'd seen Glenn.

And as much as you hated to admit it, you were in no condition to go back. You were tired and you were hungry. Your legs still ached from your escape and you weren't sure you'd be able to outrun another hoard of walkers.

And if you learned anything about Glenn other than his name, you knew he left no one behind. No exceptions.

"Okay," you said finally. Glenn hadn't been asking for your permission but a weight lifted off his shoulders regardless, a smile cracking on his face. "But I don't like owing people things. And as of right now, I owe you my life, Glenn. I need to repay you for that, so don't die on me out there."

Glenn's smile faltered and you held back a smile. After careful consideration and a little hesitation, you placed a soft kiss on Glenn's cheek. Glenn could only stand there, dumbfounded, watching as you walked away.

[unadulterated-syd]

warnings -> twd warnings,, blood, death, injury etc.

pairing -> carl grimes x reader

pronouns were requested as she/her but it's not really specific bc i don't use pronouns in my fics + there's nothing that makes her fem or masc or anything. sorry about that!

req -> @carlgrimeswifey

tysm for the req, they're always wide open for carl tbh

this is unedited but i might go back and edit it soon,, enjoy :)

Just another run.

Thats what you'd told yourself, now bashing the head of another walker as you fended them off— sheltering you partner from the bulk of walkers.

You didn't even know the girl, Hannah you recalled her saying. But every life was equal now, no money to change that, no skills going unturned anymore.

She was hurt, you didn't know how bad, but she had a bite. That much was obvious.

She was panicking, you were sure she'd never seen someone survive a bite. However, you had, and you were determined to save her. She was your responsibility.

You took out the last of the small walker group, turning to Hannah. You pulled off your shirt, jacket wrapped around your torso— quick thinking had never been a strong suit of yours.

You wrapped the fabric around her arm as a tourniquet, hoping she wouldn't lose more blood then she already had. God, sometimes you swore you weren't cut out for an apocalypse.

"Please, please, I don't want to die—"

"Shh, don't talk like that. I've seen people survive this, just stay still."

You were quick to realize you needed something to dull her screams, you didn't want to silence her pleads, but you also didn't want walkers to take a few more bites.

You grabbed her sleeve, ripping at it, before balling it up— "I'm sorry, but I don't want any more walkers here."

She complied, and her weeps dulled, as you needed.

You pulled for your hatchet, one you carried with you often. You were very thankful for your need to carry it, today would be the first day it could save a life.

As you turned to Hannah, you heard crunches— the unfortunate warning that someone or something was near. Even worse, it being the Walkers friends.

You had to do this quick, you raised the hatchet, just in time for Hannah to dodge your movement. She spit the fabric from her mouth to speak,

"Get out of here, can't you see—" she paused, it was easy to see her weakness, loss of blood catching up. "All the.. the fucking walkers. Y/n, go!"

"Without you? No way in hell."

You sighed, she wouldn't let you get the bite detached, but you could get her back to camp. In other words, you couldn't save her, but you could give her family the chance to say goodbye.

You looked around, analyzing the situation— you needed a way to get you both out as safely as possible.

You pulled her up, ignoring her whimpers and soft fighting. Pulling her arm over your shoulders, carrying her weight as you pushed through the brush.

-

By the time the two of you had hit the road back, Hannah became unresponsive. Alive, but unconscious, and unfortunately it was inevitable that the girl would turn any minute.

You let out a groan as you set her on the pavement, falling beside her in exhaustion— glad the two of you had lost the walkers through the brush.

You sat there for a minute, contemplating your next move. Not that there was much to contemplate, you couldn't bring her back to camp. It was a good two days out without a vehicle, she wouldn't make that trip.

You could try to pull her along, find help along the way— but it would be dangerous. She could turn at any minute, or the travelers could be dangerous.

And then came the only choice that guaranteed anyone would make it home alive. Killing her.

You'd killed before, always in self defense, and never if it was unnecessary. And here it was necessary, but you never enjoyed killing. It wasn't a hobby, nor a joy. It just was the gruesome truth of the new world.

Taking a deep breath, you re-adjusted onto your side, looking at the girl. She was barely hanging on.

You'd lost countless people, and everytime you wish you'd been there, but now you wished to be far away from the situation. Irresponsible for another life, a young one at that.

Your eyes desperately searched her, hoping you'd find anything to bring to her friends. Your eyes eventually landed on a ring, one you slid off.

Maybe your conscious would quiet if you'd brought something back, keep the memory of the life you took alive. Survivors guilt, you swore your mom would've referred to it as.

You sighed, pulling out your gun and setting it in your lap. You really were going to do this. You had to.

"I'm sorry."

-

The trip back was exhausting,, to say the least, the lack of rest paired with being on foot. A part of you wished desperately to complain, but you were alive. Hannah couldn't say the same now.

You didn't get the chance to face your grief, the will to live distracting from any thoughts really. Your legs ached, mouth dry, stomach empty, but it didn't affect you. You had done this all before, except now you were truly on your own.

Finally sitting down for a break, your mind flashed with memories of the night Hannah was bit. You had gone 2 days without her, yet she was stuck in your mind every second.

She hadn't even been your friend.

It brought you back to Earth— you were still human. Someone that would've never had to kill in the world you'd known, someone that was no longer different than anyone else. The norm, yet another that killed to survive.

You knew you should've tried to do more for her, but a hidden desire within you left you aware that you'd killed a girl. A girl who may have had a chance, even with a bite.

-

You didn't break for the rest of the walk, your guilt like a dear friend marching alongside you.

You had only been a good hour out at most, and as the sun went down it became clear how hurt you truly were. Those swings were tough, every time you killed a walker you gained more wounds, because a part of you imagined they were you.

The built-up rage within you led to dangerous acts of violence, even if the mindless monsters deserved it. Because your brain sided with your heart for once, a mind littered with too much thought. A mind clouded by anger, fear, and guilt.

However it all faded as you reached the camp walls, it went blurry from there. The flood of questions, the flurry of sadness, the weakness in your bones. You were safe now, your thoughts could eat away at you, there were no true distractions now.

Before you'd even come to realize it, your brain told your legs to go. You were at his doorstep before you had time to comprehend how he would react, sadness covered in rage, as per usual.

The door swung open before you'd even finished your knock; because he'd been expecting you. He didn't know how— or why, but he knew you'd be there.

"Carl.."

"Y/n, you idiot."

He pulled you in before you had much time to react, slamming the door in frustration. You knew him well— you knew his tears evaporated into anger, as they always had. Frustration was the only true way he described his worry.

"What were you thinking?" He looked you up and down, a way of hiding his worry whilst checking for any major issues.

"No bites." Your voice strained, the lack of usage leading to a rhaspy and quiet tone. You didn't want to fight, you want to lay down and ignore the last couple of days.

His eyes softened, a part of him wanted to scream and lash out— but what would that prove? That he was an asshole? He sighed, one hand nervously messing with his hair.

"What.." He paused, shaking his head, and forcing his sterness back. "What happened. Where were you?"

You almost laughed— he sounded like a dad who's kid had snuck out. Not a boy stuck in a cruel loop of walkers and death.

"Hannah wrecked the car." You told him, honestly, "We ended up needing to walk,, and.."

You didn't finish, he could figure it out on his own. No Hannah at the gate, happiness drained from your face, it was rather obvious.

"You could've gotten killed—"

"Damn it, Carl, I know— D'you think I'm not self aware?"

"You have to be more careful."

"Do you think I planned to lose the fucking car? You really think I'm that stupid?"

"No I dont— I think.. I think I don't know what I'd do if I lost you, okay?"

You froze, eyes narrowing, "Carl, what is this about."

"I love you."

"Then act like it, I just killed a girl and you're lecturing me on safety."

He sighed, it was true. Even if you had obviously not taken his confession seriously, he was being a dick.

"I'm sorry." He groaned, wrapping his arms around you, "How hurt are you?"

"Just my hands, really."

He hummed, as you reciprocated the embrace. You stayed like that for awhile, a time that would never truly feel long enough. Eventually breaking, and agreeing to meet in his room.

You sat on his bed as you went through your bag— your run had been to a pharmacy a town over. After finding alcohol wipes and bandages, he met you in the room.

"Heads up."

He tossed the packages to you, taking a seat on the bed next to you, falling back into a laying position.

You poked at the packaging, sliding open the alcohol pad box, ripping at the packaging, and applying it to the cuts and bruises.

"Mind lending a hand, Grimes."

You tossed the bandage roll at him, unable to wrap your own hands. He groaned on impact, messing with you, before sitting up and complying.

His touch was gently, a fragile way of showing he was there. Even if all he was doing was wrapping bruised hands in guaze.

He cared more than he'd ever be able to explain, especially if he was meant to use words.

You smiled at him, as his face contorted with concentration.

"I love you too, by the way. Even if you're an asshole."

"You really think I'm an asshole?"

"No. But don't let it get to your head."

"I will."

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[ode777]

But yall aren’t ready for that conversation

(Lyrics below)

My Tears Ricochet (Taylor Swift):

We gather here, we line up

Weepin' in a sunlit room, and

If I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too

Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe

All the hell you gave me?

'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you

'Til my dying day

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace

And you're the hero flying around, saving face

And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed

Look at how my tears ricochet

We gather stones, never knowing what they'll mean

Some to throw, some to make a diamond ring

You know I didn't want to have to haunt you

But what a ghostly scene

You wear the same jewels that I gave you

As you bury me

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace

'Cause when I'd fight, you used to tell me I was brave

And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed

Look at how my tears ricochet

And I can go anywhere I want

Anywhere I want, just not home

And you can aim for my heart, go for blood

But you would still miss me in your bones

And I still talk to you (when I'm screaming at the sky)

And when you can't sleep at night (you hear my stolen lullabies)

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace

And so the battleships will sink beneath the waves

You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed

You turned into your worst fears

And you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain

Crossing out the good years

And you're cursing my name, wishing I stayed

Look at how my tears ricochet

Mad Woman (Taylor Swift):

What did you think I'd say to that?

Does a scorpion sting when fighting back?

They strike to kill and you know I will

You know I will

What do you sing on your drive home?

Do you see my face in the neighbor's lawn?

Does she smile?

Or does she mouth, "Fuck you forever"?

Every time you call me crazy

I get more crazy

What about that?

And when you say I seem angry

I get more angry

And there's nothin' like a mad woman

What a shame she went mad

No one likes a mad woman

You made her like that

And you'll poke that bear 'til her claws come out

And you find something to wrap your noose around

And there's nothin' like a mad woman

Now I breathe flames each time I talk

My cannons all firin' at your yacht

They say, "Move on", but you know, I won't

I'm takin' my time

Takin' my time

'Cause you took everything from me

Watchin' you climb

Watchin' you climb

Over people like me

Would’ve Could’ve Should’ve (Taylor Swift):

If you would've blinked then I would've

Looked away at the first glance

If you tasted poison, you could've

Spit me out at the first chance

If I was some paint, did it splatter

On a promising grown man?

And if I was a child, did it matter

If you got to wash your hands?

And now that I'm grown, I'm scared of ghosts

Memories feel like weapons

And now that I know, I wish you'd left me wondering

But, Lord, you made me feel important

And then you tried to erase us

God rest my soul, I miss who I used to be

The tomb won't close, stained glass windows in my mind

I regret you all the time

I can't let this go, I fight with you in my sleep

The wound won't close, I keep on waiting for a sign

I regret you all the time

If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?

Years of tearing down our banners, you and I

Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts

Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first

Coney Island (Taylor Swift):

Break my soul in two looking for you

But you’re right here

If I can’t relate to you anymore

Who am I related to?

Did I close my fist around something delicate?

Did I shatter you?

And I’m sitting on a bench in Coney Island wondering, “where did my baby go?”

The fast times, the bright lights, the merry-go

Over and over

Lost again with no surprises

Disappointment close your eyes

And it gets colder and colder

When the sun goes down

The question pounds my head

What a lifetime of achievement

If I pushed you to the edge?

Will you forgive my soul

When you’re too wise to trust me and too old to care?

[the-faceless-bride]

~~A new grave has been put in today please welcome our new arrival~~

Save The Show

You were never in the spotlight, your nerves would always get the better of you. You would stumble, mumbled, voices stuttered and cracked, and you became a mess.

But... That was only when you were in the spotlight, you felt more comfortable in the shadows. Nothing but dim light and darkness around you, letting everyone melt away getting lost in the music.

But even that came with its issues...

You were currently finishing up your hair, today you were getting ready for a final rehearsal before the show tonight.

You and your group were given the rare opportunity to perform in the Palais Garnier opera house, and everyone was ecstatic and even some jokes and half wishes of being given the chance to see and meet the Phantom.

While spotting the Phantom would be cool and might even amaze you, you had your skepticism about the whole Phantom bit. People have said and done crazy things for fame before, who's to say this isn't some elaborate scheme to attract attention?

You sigh letting the spray set in your head of curls bouncing a few to be sore they wouldn't fall out while you were dancing and moving around. Some of the curls were tight and well-placed others were a bit messy and fell from their original place but even if you'd prefer they stayed the way you placed them, you couldn't help but think the look gave you some character and you never minded that.

With that, you let onto the stage; taking your place with your partner Angel, his hazel eyes looking you over before he smiled fixing a curl and letting it fall over your face and you laugh.

You and Angel had always been best friends, the blonde male was handsome and needed a girl friend to help him mask his secret, and you were happy to help. It kept pesky sleazy pigs called men away from you and helped him keep his reputation by keeping his homosexuality a secret.

However, your smile drops when you almost fall over from a force bashing into your shoulder, looking over to see the star, the main attraction, the one and only muse known as a strawberry blonde beauty with a body to die for by the name of Caroline.

You and she never seemed to get along, you were fine and friendly at the start, but when you were cast as the leading role and her the understudy that friendly conversation turned to spiteful comments, you didn't even want the main role anyway that wasn't the role you applied for... So after lots of begging complaining, purposefully lessening yourself, and talking more than usual about how you've never sung Oprah before and how you would most likely mess up the show, you were placed in the background and Caroline became the star... But that didn't seem to calm her nerves any less...

You took a breath before getting in position for your dance, your voice was one of three background singers that were meant to harmonize with the lead but not overpower the lead or take the spotlight away from her.

But getting lost in the music can make it difficult...

You close your eyes letting Angel lead the dance as you sing your heart out, you had never sung in Oprah before this, but having taken advice from a mentor and getting lessons and now your first show was meant to help open you to more musical opportunities and you were glad you took the advice.

The music was hauntingly beautiful and the motions felt so touching and intimate, letting it flow through you. Almost gone... The only thing holding you to the stage... The world... The feeling of Angles arms grounding you.

Singing your notes, pouring all you had into it when suddenly... The music stopped.

Your eyes flew open and a frustrated sigh sounded throughout the empty theater, Coraline's eyes burning holes into your soul.

The instructor pinches her nose with a huff, "Darling... How. Many. Times do I have to tell you to keep your voice in check?! You keep singing over our main lead! As much as I appreciate your enthusiasm you are not the star here, you had the chance and you threw it away! Now, please!"

You mumbled an apology keeping your head down, hearing a scoff from Coraline.

The instructor huffs looking at you with a disappointing stare, whether it was because you couldn't follow her instructions or the fact she wanted you as lead but you turned it down was beyond you.

"From the top."

This was it the night of the show and you get like throwing up, but reminding yourself that in the shadows no one would notice you calmed you down only if a little...

The show was running smoothly, you danced when it was your part, sang, and gave Coraline props when your choreography had you do so.

It was all going so well... Until it wasn't.

Once the show hit an intermediate for the set and costumes to change it all went downhill.

The scene was the lead and the male love interest meeting at a ball and falling in love... However, when it was the lead's role to get on stage...she didn't show.

You weren't even on stage and you knew that by now Coraline aka the leading role was meant to be dancing her way through the crowd of dancing guests to get to the prince, so where was she?!

You were getting antsy and didn't was the night to be ruined, frantically asking where Coraline was before the final cue was given and it became clear to the audience something wasn't going right in the show.

But only getting answers of shrugging and frantic "I don't know"s and " I haven't seen her"s and running very low on time left you finally get the answer of "I saw her giggling with one of the guys meant to be in the background before she ran off with him, she must not realize that the halftime was over." Time was up, you panicked slipping on the lacy overlay on your ruffled dress and throwing on the leads mask before rushing out in the hope no one would notice, and the show wouldn't burn to the ground.

The back dancers didn't seem to notice the change in actress mid-way, but the man playing the prince did. But him seeing the frantic look and no sign of Coraline he got the idea of the situation and carried on as planned.

With your nerves and adrenaline pumping through you, you were able to get through the song to get to the next scene, you knew you were going to pay for your panic and stealing the spotlight bit you had to save the show.

But it wasn't all for nothing, because while most people were too entranced by the whole play to notice the switch in that scene, someone did.

He sat in his booth, his eyes only on you... Erik felt his breath hitch, you had stolen his breath away... Well... At least you would've if he had any...

(Might make a part two...)

[flightlesskaz]

THIS IS A LOT, THERES BAD GRAMMAR AND LONG RAMBLING. IF YOU LIKE THE LIFE SERIES AND LORE IMPLICATIONS... BE MY GUEST. It also is primarily focused on desert duo.

PLEASE, I want a 3L winner Grian that learns about the next series like a book you'd remember reading a few weeks ago. It's not fully clear but you remember how it left you feeling and the important parts.

I need SL Scar that remembers the previous seasons as he lived through them. Sure to be suprisesed just like the rest of the winners when the next season starts and he's just watching himself from a distance. Scar that is now tormented by loneliness, he thought he had no friends before but now... now there's nobody.

The winners meet in some distant place similar to how the ghost do, but they watch every next season for the next winner.

SL Scar overcome by something when he realizes that Grian, his Grian, never fully recovered from winning the first time. Suddenly he's acutely aware of how it's probably dictated Grian through the rest of the games. He's not an idiot, something is wrong with him now. His hands shake too hard at just the sight of a button for there to NOT be something wrong with him. This Grian didn't go on to keep playing, he sat and watched and welcomed every winner after himself. A part of Scar mourns this poor version of his friend, the one that didn't come back but watched a version of himself keep going. (Especially in DL, when they were once again tied together but that Grian only got the stress and a haunted echo of yearning from the winning Grian.) Softly and quietly, like he'd understand that finally having people could hurt if not handled right, he approaches this Scar and apologizes. They sit on the ground with a few feet between them as 3L Grian confesses that he'd always love Scar even if he struggled in the next seasons to be around Scar, that the instinct to care and comfort wouldn't go away but he watched himself distance himself and try to quiet it. 3L Grian always taking the time to check on Scar in each season, laugh at his jokes even when Scar thinks he's alone.

Scar just listens to this Grian babble as he readjust to having someone akin to living with him again. He could have sworn he was minutes, days, away from completely losing it and maybe he has. Could his imagination be playing tricks on him and giving him everything he's wanted? Then he stops that train of thought. This feels familiar, kind of like when they died during sessions and spectate as ghost. He chooses that moment to tune back into to catch Grian talking about how it took longer from him to get there, kinda like Martin. They both didn't die right after winning, doomed to wander until the change between them being players to something the group has just dubbed winners. Grian smiles sadly as he briefly mentions that his and Pearl's were quick and painless thanks to death. Finally Scar can move easier and he buries himself into Grians chest. The flowers embroidered on his shawl remind Scar that he gifted it to Grian after staying up all night to suprise his dear partner in 3L. After being alone season after season, even when he had the clockers, he remembers why it was so hard to make that connection. It was cause the first will always be the strongest. Grian whispers soft anecdotes to make him chuckle as they just bask in each other. Grian apologizes in advance if he treats Scar like 3L cause he never properly experienced the seasons after. Pearl is apparently always a bit weary of Scott. Martin talks about it being a death game and needing no one but he's never too far from Scott and is a little too protective of him. Scar laughs a little and shakes his head before taking any courage (and a little desperation) and tells Grian about his 'backwards' day. That he jumped on the chance without thinking and forgot himself as he screamed, "yes, always, forever." Only to realize what he'd condemned himself to. He locked eyes with his Eurydice and could only swallow his heart in his throat as he ran.

... I could keep going but...

[quigonswife8]

Namor x vampire soulmate

"What if Namor’s soulmate was a vampire? How would he react?"

Request by anon || Thank you for the request!! I love it :) :)

First part is a bit of backstory, the rest is gonna be like how I write my headcanons.

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Namor had always wondered who his soulmate would be. Maybe they were like him? Or maybe a surface dweller he was bound to meet sooner or later. He never knew his soulmate would be a vampire.

When you had met, he was forced to go on land. He'd had to make a deal with people from millennia ago that only resided on land. This was around the 1900's when partying was at it's peak and tales of vampires were passed around like old ghost stories.

Namor nears the 'meeting place', wanting to get the meeting over and done. He walks past an alleyway...then that's when he feels it. A feeling washes over him, one he has never felt before. So he decides to look down an alleway to see who, or what, is behind this.

That's when he sees someone crouched over, feeding on someone. It's hard to make everything out, as the alleyway is dimly lit, so he decides to approach.

He knows he should leave...but doesn't. Part of him wants to, but the other part is more interested in you, the person that's making him feel this way. 'they're a vampire' he thinks, moving closer. That's when he stops, having noticed you stop, then you turn to look at him.

Your bloodshot eyes staring into his, the cloak you wear covering part of your face. Confused, but more-so cautious, you wipe your mouth and stand, though you don't walk over to him.

"Who are you?"

Bringing your hand behind you, you grip onto the dagger in your back pocket.

"I mean you no harm." he holds up his hands, "...I am Namor. I am here simply for a meeting but I was...intrigued with you."

He's very straightforward, you note. Unsure still, you remain holding onto the dagger, ready to attack if he were to try anything.

"What are you doing here?”

He feels it again. This time, stronger, leaving him more puzzled.

That’s when you freeze, and you mimic the expression he holds. The cogs in your brain start going together, until it clicks, and the words that should come out, don’t.

For Namor, it takes a bit longer to click for him. When it does, he’s left speechless, only able to stare at you with disbelief.

They’re my soulmate?

He’s my soulmate?

-

Skip to now, and you’re living + married to him.

-

-As you're underwater, it's hard to die from the sun. Though he still does block out the windows to make sure.

-Finds ways for you to feed:

If you don't feed on humans anymore, then he'll get you animals to feed on. Or whatever you usually need to feed.

If you do still feed on humans, he'll take you out whenever you need to eat.

-As you only sleep during the day, you're up during the night. During this time you'll usually occupy your time.

-You like watching Namor as he sleeps. Not in a creepy way, more in a protective way.

-For so long you’d wondered about your soulmate.

-People could only dream of meeting theirs, though some have never been able to. So you’re beyond happy that you’re one of the ones who found theirs.

-As he can sleep, you wonder what it's like. It's been so long since you've slept, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't miss it sometimes.

-Plus being awake when he isn't means warning him if anything were to happen.

There was one time when you had nearly killed Namor.

-You had been infected with something that made you feral. When Namor had tried to help you, you'd thrown him against the wall.

-It wasn't until you were 'cured' and fully snapped back to reality that you spent so long hating yourself.

Even though he let you know that it wasn't your fault.

-

-Namor had made you a new coffin when you moved there.

-You'd told him you hadn't had the chance to fix yours up, as it had been kind of falling apart, so he came up with the idea to make you a new one.

-The coffin is one of your favorite things now.

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-You know you'll be together for a while, as Namor ages slow, while you are immortal. However as you are immortal [unless you were to be killed] you worry a lot about being alone once he's gone.

-You're grateful for the time you do have together, though.

-

-It feels as if you’ve known eachother longer than you have. Which you find fitting.

-Everything is just perfect, just fits right. The universe had brought you to one another, decided that it was time for you both to meet.

-You can never describe how lucky you are to have found your soulmate.

-K’uk’ulkan loves that despite everything, you have continued to be with him. To love him. As nothing else matters, as he knows that your his person.

-You love that you have found your person. Through everything, through the many years of being alive, you have someone- your soulmate- who just means the world.

-Means more than you can comprehend

-Namor never thought he could love anyone so intensely, until you.

Oh how you feel the same for him.

[broz0neglitters]

You used to know me, now you don't

Brozone Headcanon + Fanfic

~This Events takes places during and after trolls bands together ~

-John dory was the reason why Bruce Change his name from spruce to bruce because bruce wanted to leave his boy bands days behind

-He had all five of his little brother wrapped around his fingers he could constantly overwork them even bitty B he was just a literal baby they wouldn't eat or take breaks until rehearsals is perfect

-Floyd once fainted from exhaustion but john didn't care because he promise the fans that they would hit the perfect family harmony

-Bruce was super hungry and clay was cramping up and bitty B needs his nappy but no square ass brother just wants to over work them

-John dory gave Clay and floyd the least amout of lines to sings althought most of the brozone songs were written by floyd he didn't even credit floyd for the song that got popular

-past brozone staff also spill the tea on john dory saying how he overwork his little brothers and he won't talk to anyone if they mess up and he would get angry over one tiny mistake that was made on stage

-Don't get him started on the part where the family harmony failed which left 4 of the brother hanging from the vines while bitty b watch in honor after the show there was a fight that broke out which led the 4 older brother to leave bitty B

-Moving forward on their way to save floyd with poppy filling in floyd spot while john made them practice but he was so demanding which cause the fight to eventually break out with poppy standing in between them and branch having to live through that event where his brothers were fighting because of a tiny mistake...

-Bruce told john "I Had to change my life, 'cause I knew you'd stay the same even after all those year which you still are!" He snap angirly at john

"Come on spruce stop making a big deal out of it." John said "Its bruce!" Clay snap angrily at john

-Clay,floyd and bruce must admit when the band broke up and they went to do their own things they felt like they were finally free from john dory control

-When branch had enough of his brother fighting branch stepped up and stood up to his big brothers "You all still treat me like a baby well guess what I don't need a kiss goodbye, I'm on my own tonight because you all walked out on me and there was no one else to look after me than grandma got eaten this time I'm walking out on you." branch said angrily as poppy looked at his brother with full disappointment how could some one be crule enough to leave a poor baby behind and she proceeded to walk out after branch....

-After saving floyd from the twins as the brother got together to talks things out but all the brother had some grudges hold inside them but they finally had to let it go and branch brought poppy to help just in case things got heated

"John Dory you held all of us back it was like you had tied all of us up inside a cage and locked us there just because we mess up one tiny bit!" Floyd said angrily Before john dory got a chance to speak The youngers bro were just very upset as much as john was he felt bad for the way he had treated them in the past

"You still treat us like this is like you used to know us but now you don't because you can't see clearly how free and happy we all are after breaking free from your control I'm in a sad book club, bruce settled down and branch is no longer a baby and floyd well he almost die and we just save him." Clay said trying to hold back his tears

All of the brothers couldn’t easily forgive john dory and how he has treated them the truth is they never wanted to leave branch not even john dory himself but he was just so mad he left to the middle of no where so we didn't have to deal w bossing people around and for bruce he wanted to break free for john control when he got married and had kids he felt free and happy for once in his life and for clay he wanted to be taken seriously and for floyd he wanted john to acknowledge floyd without floyd writing songs brozone will be nothings because most of their hit songs are mostly written by him

well john has written some song but they weren’t as a biggest hits as the songs that floyd wrote and as for branch poor baby was left all alone blaming himself and making him think that he was the one who fail his big brothers it wasn’t his fault floyd told him but to him it was because grandma got eaten because he was so lost in the song hoping his brother would hear him and come back to him and his grandma save him....

Jonh dory hated himself for being controlling aswell if he had a wish he would wish to go back and undo the things that he did to them maybe that way branch was never left alone, grandma wasn’t eaten and much more but to now all of jonh little brothers were just strangers to him...

As he looked at their sweet faces "I-I'm sorry I should have never treated you all like that I wish I could go back and fix my mistake I truly do." he said sobbing it was the first time that his brother saw their older brother cry john didn’t want to cry b/c he was the oldest

As all of the younger bro stood up "You used to know me now you don't." they all said in unison as they left poppy beg them to stay but they refuse to stay and see john act so pathetic he knew what he did and he truly didn’t mean his words....

------------ okay like please this is getting so good and spicy anyways if you want a pt 2 of this can "I please get 100 likes?" once I get 100 liks I'll do a part 2 of this cause this is so good and a-lot of tension between the brothers and after saving floyd and trolls band together hehe.... --------------- Like + Follow are very much appreciated!

[dixonsgirl93]

How to Survive

Dixon x GN!Reader

Word count: 705

Content warnings: angst, descriptive gore

Content Description: There's no particular storyline for this. I just had the idea that reader grew up in a healthy family with loving parents, quite the opposite to Daryl. Reader wasn't quite built for an apocalypse like he was and after reader makes their first walker kill, Daryl makes his frustration at them known. Happyish ending.

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I spot a walker a few steps away, heading straight for me. At first panic rises in my throat, I'm gonna die, and then the dark cloud cleared and I gripped my machete tighter. It was just a step away and put my hand to its throat. There was a surprising amount of strength as it pushed back against my hand. Repulse ripped through me. The flesh was cold and sticky and my fingers melded into it like playdough. Again I forced that dark cloud to clear, raised my machete and brought it down hard on the walker's head. It fell with a sickening thud as its flesh and bones collapsed in on itself. I stared at it. Relief flooded into me. I did it. I really managed to do it.

My first walker kill.

I turned as Daryl finished off the others with ease. Bodies surrounded him. He scanned the area for more before his eyes landed on me.

"I did it." I breathed, a smile growing on my face.

Daryl scoffed. "Congratulations. You killed one."

"Hey, it's not easy, you know." My smile faded and suddenly I felt small and stupid.

Daryl turned and walked right up to me. For a moment, I was scared he was gonna hit me.

"You gotta toughen up or you're gonna get killed out here." He waved his hand, gesturing to our surroundings. "There are millions of 'em out there. You wouldn't make it another day without me protecting yer." He spat at me and he was right.

"You don't think I know that?" My voice raised. I was frustrated. I was right that he only saw me as another one of the dead, protecting me not because he wanted to but just because I was there.

"I'm not like you, or Maggie or Rick. I'm grateful to have grown up in a secure, loving home-" Daryl scoffed at this and turned away. "So I never needed to survive on my own. I never needed to learn to defend myself. How the hell was I...was anyone supposed to know we'd have to deal with all this shit?" I gestured to the bodies at our feet. "I wasn't built for a world like this. Unfortunately, the world has treated you like shit but that meant you were already in survival mode when the outbreak happened. You'd had experience looking out for yourself, relying only on yourself. I hate that you had to grow up like that, I do. You've never had a chance to be out of survival mode but think about this." Daryl had turned to me and was watching and listening intently, a frown on his face. "The first time you felt unsafe, the first time you put up shields and stopped relying on other people. Do you remember that? How that felt?" I paused to let the weight of my words sink in.

He nodded slowly.

"Scary, right? Confusing." My voice softened and I took a tentative step toward him. "Felt like you were alone in the world, like..."

"I get it." Daryl replied softly. "I get what yer saying. Yer scared. Nothing new." He turned his back to me but his demeanour had changed.

"I'm learning, okay? I want to be as brave as you, as strong as you." I stepped up to his back and put a hand on him. He stiffened but didn't move. "With your help, eventually I won't need anyone. I can survive on my own. But this is new to me. I barely know what I'm doing."

"Same as the rest of us." Daryl replied but I shook my head.

"No, that's not true. If you had to live out here, right now, you'd know what to do. Me? I wouldn't know where to start. I'd die by eating the wrong berry, or setting a fire and accidentally attracting trouble. I'd be dead in a day." My voice had turned to a whisper as the images become horribly real in my mind.

"Help me." I whispered, placing my head against Daryl's back. I felt him begin to relax and turn around. I didn't move away as I felt his arms envelope me.

"When I was a kid, all I wanted was for someone to show they cared." He said into my hair. "I'm sorry."

[shmaptainwrites]

Oooo how do you think Wilson would react if his partner was in Thirteen’s place during 5x09 Last Resort?

anon i gasped when i saw this, your brain is really working overtime PLS this idea is so good 🫢

for this, maybe similar to some of the other people caught up in the situation you have sort of cold or your immune system is just down which makes all the things that happen later more concerning because your body isn't at 100%

considering how the events unfold wilson doesn't know you're in there until he either gets that call from house or cuddy tells him. if it happens on the call, wilson is already scolding house for how he's handling the situation and you don't really want to say anything or to give any indication that you're there because you don't want to worry him and so you don't, but house being who he is manages to let it slip before hanging up and letting wilson ask any questions

you'd probably give him a bit of a look and ask if he really had to say you were caught up in this too, but there wasn't much chance to talk about it because you had to deal with the man who was waving a gun around at everyone

outside, wilson is a nervous wreck. he's cancelled any of his appointments for the rest of the day and goes to find cuddy to try and confirm what house said because no one is picking up the phone even though he's called back at least five times. the confirmation from cuddy is like a punch to the gut especially when he overhears some of the dilemmas over the phone resulting in you putting your health at risk to be able to get the others out safely house probably makes comment about how you and wilson are great for each other because you're both self sacrificing idiots

eventually the main guy from the swat team makes wilson leave because he's too invested with a loved one inside and so he goes to house's office with the diagnostic team knowing if anyone else would get information about the situation it would be them

they're all anxiously awaiting those phone calls they get to consult, hoping that everyone was okay and they could get closer to a diagnosis so the whole matter could be resolved. when the call finally comes through wilson can't help himself, he's the first to talk before house can even get a word out, asking if you're okay

you try to assure him you're fine, but he can hear it in your voice, you don't sound well, and he gets furious wondering what kind of drugs they've senselessly jabbed into you, but hearing the man threaten to do something worse is enough to quiet him and let house continue his diagnostic consultation

by the end of things, when the swat team bursts through the radiology room, after house, wilson is the first person pushing past the authorities to try and get to you and make sure you're okay. house is talking to you about how you weren't dead and that would be close to impossible if you'd taken the drug and you weakly shake your head and tell him that you didn't take it, tears streaming down your face because you didn't want to die

wilson is quick to step in after that, lifting your head and letting it rest in his lap while he assures you everything is going to be fine and they're going to get you into a room upstairs and get everything out of your system and all you can do is apologize to him over and over for putting him through that stress, conciously making those decisions to put yourself in harms way after a certain point in order to try and save the others, knowing how hard it was for him to move on after amber, it just fills you with guilt, but he can't bear to think of things ending any other way than how they did and so he focuses on the fact that you're going to be okay and you're here with him now

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: THEM -Danny Words: 1,956 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'If It Wasn't (For You)' -by Jacob Noah

XXIX: Emotionally Repressed by Day, Socially Inept by Night

Leo makes a beeline to the control panels and sets the Archimedes sphere back in place. Ara hangs her Octopi over one shoulder and makes her way to the stairs, but then she spots Nico.

He's usually at the top mast or in Hazel's room until it's time for bed and he leaves to... wherever he sleeps. But he's leaning against the stern's handrail today, looking right at her. Ara lets out a heavy sigh, he wants to talk to her, and it won't be fun. 

"What?" She asks.

Nico eyes her before replying. "You got your stuff back?"

Ara leans on the railing and stares at the sea. "You ate?"

"Yeah, the birthday cake they made for you," he replies sarcastically. "I thought you'd died so I didn't want to waste it."

Ara lowers her gaze. "Did you tell them?"

Nico snorts. "I thought you would've told them all about you by now, that's how it always is with you."

She makes a face. "Some of it, not all. But Leo knows it all. He was always asking for stories and Jason had no memories, so I had to give him context."

Nico looks at her with a sarcastic smirk she's grown to loathe. "Bet it felt good to be someone's hero at last."

"Can we not do this today?" Ara groans. "Tomorrow we can do the whole thing all over but... it's the worst birthday of my life, man. I'm already going through it. Can't you enjoy in silence?"

That seems to bother Nico. "I take no pleasure in seeing you suffer, Ara. It annoys me that you try so hard to be something you're not."

"What are you talking about?"

"You can be who you are unapologetically and for some reason, you prefer to walk around in that stupid cloak, completely unlike you, and it makes you miserable—"

"The cloak gives me purpose—"

"Nemesis talked to you, right? Hazel said you never told them who you saw, so who was it?"

She hates having to look up when talking to Nico, he's a year younger than her and yet he could get half the things she's gained way easier. He could be happy, and he could've been the friend Lily needed when Ara failed her. Now both of them left their friend alone, standing on the remains of their broken promises.

"That is none of your business," she says tensely.

Nico's gaze is unwavering. "I talked to Achilles before taking Percy, and what he said—"

"Let me guess," Ara tilts her head, an ironic smile on her lips. "Something about ambition being our worst enemy or whatever? You're too late, Hercules already warned me about it."

The boy frowns. "I can't believe you chose to follow their path. Every win they got sent innocent people to their early graves."

Ara's heart stings at his comment. "Don't talk about them like that."

"I'm talking about you, you should know better," he glares at her. "You saw Percy take risks for nothing, you saw Mike die thanks to it. Beckendorf, and Bianca—" He cuts his speech short, turning away, then clears his throat forcefully. "You and Lily treat your birthdays like they don't matter, and all I can think is... she can't even have that."

He lets out a dry laugh and shakes his head.

"'Course—she joined the hunters before dying, so she would still be twelve years old no matter what." Nico runs a hand over his face and squeezes his eyes shut. "She wasn't allowed to grow old, but you are, and don't want to."

It would be easier to stab his soft spots until he shows his fangs again, but she can't bring herself to do it. Ara's lost her brother, Annabeth, and Leo is next. She's tired of the fights.

Ara moves slowly to make sure he knows what she's doing, giving him the chance to step back. He doesn't. The boy takes a shaky breath, keeps his eyes closed, and lets Ara absorb some of his hurt. As soon as she does, her heart squeezes in a way that takes the air out of her lungs, she tries to talk, but her throat is tight with grief. 

Nico relaxes only enough to keep talking. "I know it sounds... cruel... but I'm glad she's not with them. I prefer missing her than resenting her my entire life."

"I regret not convincing her to stay," Ara admits hoarsely. "We were the same age, but Bianca was braver. If I'd taken my lessons seriously since the start, I could've shown her what camp could offer us..."

"Us?" He opens his reddened eyes, still scowling at her.

"Orphan kids." She looks down in shame. "I wasn't a hero, Nico, you're right. I chose what was best for me. I'm sorry." 

It's the first time she apologizes to Nico. It might be the grief she's absorbed, but Ara couldn't phantom the extent of Nico's pain until now, it feels just like when she lost Mike. She never showed regret, if anything, she'd made it clear that she thought nothing of Bianca. Now her words are coming out like they had been lying there for ages, rotting her core.

The way Nico reacted when Percy told him about Bianca, now that he and Annabeth are in Tartarus, she understands it. He's the only person on this ship who shares her anger and doesn't treat it like a scary thing.

The girl cleans her nose with the back of her sleeve. "I shouldn't say it now that I have their blessing, but I hated them for a while too. When Jason came and Thalia found him I realized it was you and Bianca all over again. My fate is to watch everything fall apart."

Nico stares at her, sighs tiredly, and dries her tears, his knuckles are cold against her skin but surprisingly gentle, which makes her feel even guiltier for all the times that she's punched his face. For the first time, he looks worried for her.

"It's okay if you don't want cake," he says. "But you should eat. The Kerkopes handed your ass to you."

Ara sniffs again. "I'm taking this conversation as you wishing me a happy birthday, so I'll say 'What the Tartarus you mean by 'happy', you jerk? Read the room', then I'll walk away and you can insult me and we can pretend this didn't happen."

"Tu sei sciocca."

Someone clears their throat in front of them and Ara looks back, spotting Leo. He's looking at them weirdly. Ara realizes she's holding Nico's hand. "You had issues putting the sphere back in place?" She asks, letting go of the boy.

Leo glances at Nico before replying.  "Came to ask if we should hold a meeting now or wait until tomorrow."

It's not like she's enjoying her birthday, but she's not in the mood to hold a second meeting today. "Let's call it a day. I'm tired."

Leo nods, unable to shrug off the jealousy. "Yeah, I'm tired too."

Nico walks past them. "I'll take the night watch."

"Thank you," Ara says kindly. Her boyfriend frowns at their behavior but says nothing.

Leo comes to her cabin before sundown, and Ara makes room for him to sit. The boy enters reluctantly, like he'd rather be somewhere else.

"What you saw," she starts right away. "It's nothing."

Leo pulls out screws and wires from his belt and braids them to avoid her eyes. "Looked like something..."

"I can explain it," Ara pouts.

"Forget it," When he smiles it looks genuine, but the girl knows it's not real. "Came to give you a present."

"Oh?" She blinks. "You didn't have to..."

"You thought I'd let the day pass by?" The boy raises a brow. "I'm better than that!"

"Well, it was a busy day," Ara chuckles. "What is it?"

"I'm new to this whole getting-presents-for-my-girlfriend thing, and you're not easy—you don't have hobbies outside pretending to watch movies with me," he teases her.

The girl tilts her head with amusement. "So?"

"So... I'm a mechanic and an inventor. I could build you the weapon of your dreams," he makes a face. "Then I realized Almighty is pretty much it—I was going through my options and it wasn't looking great..." Leo rambles.

"I don't care for presents," she admits. "I spend all my birthdays in camp, so it's more like a day to do whatever I want—"

"I know," he interrupts her. "I know you're all about practicality and utility."

He pulls an item out of his tool belt: a black hair tie. It's decorated with a bronze dove, the wings spread open like it's either taking flight or landing. Leo holds her hand and places it around her wrist.

"Then I thought, Ara is always losing her scrunchies, her hair is always on her face while we're fixing stuff—and I know it drives you crazy. So I made you this."

He presses on the dove's breast and moves back when it expands, creating a large shield with an Omega engraved at the front. Ara turns her arm to examine it, her mouth falling open. "What!"

"Hercules and Achilles had stuff made for them. You needed a shield," he says, fidgeting with scraps from his belt as he waits for a full reaction. "I know your compass turns into a shield but if you needed to also use it as a sword you'd be... though you aren't helpless and also have Lily's dagger but..."

While Leo rambles, Ara turns her arm and spots a bronze buckle on the leather strap. She snaps it open and the shield goes back to being a hair tie. The girl throws her arms around his neck. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Leo stops talking and laughs, vividly glowing. It's like the setting sun is shining directly on him through the porthole window. His arms wrap around her waist. "Don't mention it."

Ara cups his face, a bunch of annoying butterflies making her mind fuzzy. "It must've taken you ages, I don't know what to say..."

He smirks. "Took me like a month, it wasn't that hard—but if you insist I wouldn't mind a few kisses if you're that grateful."

Ara kisses his face and neck effusively, making him giggle like a little kid, then she finds his lips and Leo makes a vastly different noise at the contact. This day doesn't seem so bad now.

"Y'know..." he mumbles in between kisses. "If you really feel like thanking me, you can give me my present in advance?" He pulls her close, and Ara blushes down to her neck. 

"What?" She squeaks.

Leo laughs. "I'm just messing with you."

"Don't joke like that!" She tries to escape his grip.

The boy grabs her chin and gives her another kiss, falling back with her on top. "Sorry, doll. Can't help it! I love how flustered you get."

Ara leans down and gives him a butterfly kiss, making him squirm a little bit. He's always been a big fan of small affectionate gestures, of any affectionate gesture, as long as it's Ara doing it. She pushes herself up and smiles. "También te amo. Now get out of my cabin."

Leo's eyes brighten. "No! Let me—let me hear you say that again!" He begs while Ara gets to the door. "Sunshine, let me stay over! It's your birthday!"

"Yeah, exactly. I want to sleep alone. Your birthday is in two days, if you want to sleep with me then, I'll comply."

Leo looks at her with a huge smile. "For real?"

"Well, I'm learning Spanish, which must mean I don't joke about commitment," Ara gestures at the exit again. "Now leave me alone."

"You're so rude," Leo says, though he sounds delighted. "I'll respect your autonomy today, but on my birthday, I'll have none of that. Be ready to have a Leo Valdez all over you on the 7th!"

The boy kisses her cheek effusively when he walks past, and Ara leans into it laughing. "The warning should go to the rest of our poor crew, not me."

"I don't love them enough to warn them."

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[spoofymcgee]

i'm going to fucking cry.

i've finished watching the doctor falls and just.

augh.

not in any particular order:

- aaaaaaaaaa the way they keep cutting between human!bill and cyberman!bill based on who's looking at her and how she sees herself

- the way the doctor catches alit before she can run away from bill, reassures her that there's nothing wrong with trying to help even if you fail

- the horror of the mondasian cybermen, the rubber suits, this is exactly what was missing from death in heaven–the fact that the cybermen are zombies, they're conscious, they're rotting flesh incased in metal, they're humanity's insistence on dragging their own dead body behind them into the future

- the way the end of bill's arc is that she is not her body, without saying that her appearance doesn't matter, because it does, because she's very particular about how she chooses to express herself but that doesn't mean she can't move on, because she can recognize that who she is is not the body she was born into, which is exactly what the cybermen can't

- the utter tragedy of the fact that she can't even get angry about what's happening to her (and while i do think this was a little clumsy and heavy handed, and i think it can be interpreted as racist, i did think it was less 'oh she's a black woman so her anger is more dangerous' and more 'here is a character who is so very emotional and has been the whole time, who's core character trait is her feelings, who has used those emotions to save the world time and again, and she does not want to exist if she can't be herself')

- i do wish we'd spent more time on heather's appearance and bill's ending, but i'm not going to argue with the fact that doctor who, a show i'm pretty sure holds the record for how quickly they can pull a bury your gays (30 seconds) giving a Black lesbian companion the most permanent happy ending possible

- no because seriously they get to be happy together FOREVER

- AND SHE SAVES THE DOCTOR ONE MORE TIME AND DOESN'T HAVE TO DIE TO DO IT

- to me it felt like the story really wrapped around and closed up in world enough and time, and this episode was just tying off ends and closing corners, but seeing as moffat has a serious problem with open plot threads, i'm not super upset about it

- i know some people think that twelve refusing to regenerate doesn't make sense for his character but i personally disagree with that because the only doctors so far in nuwho (that i have seen) who've had a peaceful regeneration are nine who literally absorbed the time vortex to save rose and didn't have time, and eleven, who took three hundred years of forcibly staying in one place to get tired enough to be alright with it, so i think it is perfectly in character for the doctor

- especially because this is a little bit of a mirror of journey's end, and i am a strong believer that ten didn't want to regenerate largely because the grief he felt for donna was all he had left of her, and he knew he would lose the intensity of that when he changed

- as far as twelve knows, his memories of bill are all that's left of her

- i don't think he knows she's still out there with heather, or even if he does, he's still lost her, she's still chosen to leave him, and the ragged, torn, open wound of missing her is all he has left of her

- the doctor is tired

- he doesn't have anyone left, he's all alone, and he's so sick of always ending up alone

- CLARA

- FUCK

- WITH HOW OBSESSED I AM WITH HER YOU'D THINK I'D'VE NOTICED BEFORE NOW

- he doesn't remember clara, barely knows he misses her, he didn't get to feel the grief of losing her because he couldn't remember it, and he doesn't want to forget bill, doesn't want to let go of the chance he gets to mourn her

- he started this season off with moving on because people needed him, but he was wrong, the only reason he could do that was because he was distanced from the loss he carries around with him

- and bill saved the world because she never let go of losing her mother–she carried it with her and lived with it and didn't let it take her over but didn't let herself forget it either

- she reminded him how to do that and he doesn't want to forget again

- fuck now i'm crying

[noemitenshi]

Ok so. There's several questions in here, I'll try to address them all @marrecarandgi

Maybe let's do the "Can this man ever move on and find a new relationship after he and Tracy ride into sunset" first (which is also fully my HC, he didn't die, Tracy just had guilt-fueled nightmares that seemed so real she really believes she shot her walker!dad).

Anyway, yes, he was pretty hung up on his wife, it seems.

(Though honestly, parking her in this swamp type thing was weird to me? Like, wouldn't he want her closer by? It's almost like they don't really get Troy's character - like they present us a distorted version of him, we recognize enough of Troy in him to say 'it's him' but then there's just... something that isn't right)

Ok, lets ignore the things that don't quite fit and go with, he was super hung up on her. Though maybe not only her but also the way he lost her and how he put all of that on alicia and madison. so it seems to get closure he needed to get his revenge

(though that's again not super fitting with what they show us in ep11 - the first heart to heart he has with madison where she is about to kill him with her hammer. he says "you want her people to believe the same thing she did - when this is exactly what got her killed" warns her, really. and the way he looks at her, the way his voice sounds... it's almost like he cares. but then, why would he, if he hates her so much. It's almost like he's trying to connect to her, but then, why would he. If he hates her so much. Or maybe he wants her to stop believing in this thing that killed his wife. If so, then why save her in the end when he saw she didn't believe? It just doesn't fit together. Individually those things are fine but taken together it's very headscratchy. Sorry, I said I'll stay away from these things that don't quite fit but guess I can't stop myself ^^0)

Ok so, again ignoring all that and going with the 'he needed revenge/her killing Madison to move on... I think the fact that Madison ended zombie!serena and the fact that he buried her helped him a lot in the 'moving on from her'.

If we take this bullshit on face value with him regretting not letting alicia's idea die with serena, then even getting to *live it* (once he gets Tracy back from madison) may help him, too. A way to honor his wife and think on her but not with so much bitterness and ... well he clung to her in a way, right. Clung to revenge so he could cling to her maybe. Or the other way around. And if that is now broken (again taken the bullshit he said before he died at face value) he'll have a much easier time moving on now.

Now what happens between him and madison and alicia once they meet up - I have no idea. It could be that by this time Madison already started to regret killing him. I mean she's still not happy to see him - given that she expects him to still want to kill her. So their places could be somewhat switched now, mirroring the end of ep11. Her now full of regret and hm compassion even towards him and him... well that's the question isn't it? I think, if we go the route of 'what he said at the end of ep11 is the truth' then he should let her live. He's not gonna tell her this of course from the beginning since he doesn't trust her and still thinks she thinks like at the end of ep11 (no second chances, troy is irredeemable). So it'll be a bit of a dance I guess, with both of them misinterpreting the other's actions. But not for long bc once Tracy sees her dad no one can stop her from going to him. And that's all he wants, his daughter back. And they should leave madison and alicia and go out on their own.

Now if you'd rather not believe he had a change of heart end of ep 11 (which I get haha it kinda came out of nowhere), he's still gonna want revenge. And I think he will, once he finds them. He won't be convulted about it either, I don't think so. Now that he doesn't have his zombie!wife anymore. Now that he even lost his kid, I think he's gonna be methodical. Wouldn't mind him just creeping into their camp and shooting them point blank. Sure, they wont 'rot on their feet' but I think the need for them to be dead may at this point be greater than anything else. Especially since they have tracy. I think them having tracy is a pretty strong motivator for him to end things quickly and get her away from there. Tracy, who probably has her head screwed with a lot (I mean her going to madison after she believes she killed her dad is.. uh a choice and speaks not well of the kid's mental health... so that could lead to some interesting tension between them though I think they'd work through it soon enough. it's her *dad* after all). And yes once he's got her back and the other two lie dead, his wife buried, I think he *can* move on from her.

Probably entering into a new relationship won't be easy though (in either case, both the 'he took revenge' and the 'he just wanted his daughter back'), he feels like he wants to be single for a while now haha, which. Understandable. He was first married to his wife and then to the idea of revenge. And they say getting out of a relationship takes half the time the relationship lasted so uhm. Make of that what you will ;)

Maybe if he meets up with someone he knows it's easier for him to form a relationship than if it's someone completely new... just an idea though (maybe bc then it doesn't remind him so much of serena...?).

Also in my somewhat improbable HC (of course I have several contradicting HCs - as one does...) which I haven't quite let go off even though it turned out not to have any canon support (though also not really something that contradicts it so uhh (except for the part where I thought serena seems like a cutie and I don't want her to be a bad guy), I imagine serena as abusive towards troy.

Again no textual support of this - that whole idea was born out of the fear that they'd made troy be actually the one responsible for his wife's death (thank GOD that fear was unfounded haha). But yeah I was really anxious about this once it was revealed that alicia's idea killed tracy's mom but we had no further inforomation on it. So this fear, and the fact that he went 'it's not pretty to look at, I know' about his eye had me thinking that it could be possible. That sentence 'it's not pretty to look at, I know' gave me pause since... it doesn't sound like Troy to be concerned with how he looks. That was never him (yes even though he's well dressed now :P). So I thought, that almost sounds like he's quoting someone, omg what if he's quoting his wife?! What if his wife was at least verbally abusive towards him..(if not more)?? (Then the tracy thing kindaaaa makes sense too haha, he's subconsciously thinking back to that, is reminded of how his mom treated him and it's def a cry for help, calling his kid tracy... not that anyone heard him. as usual). Anyway if we go that route then a new relationship would be undoubtedly good for him (unless this one, too, is abusive haha...). Not sure if this makes him more or less likely to seek one out though. I think an argument could be made either way. Maybe more, just because he's still searching for what he'd searched for all his life: someone to love and appreciate him. Even while he's convinced it never could be different, didn't serena show him that, he's still searching...

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Now the dad thing... I think I said it somewhere before, to me it didn't feel out of character at all(if this is even what you're getting at? If not, feel free to correct me :) ). In fact I was superglad to hear him say he didn't give a fuck about Jeremiah. I maintain he had a complicated relationship with his dad (just like he had with his mom). He loved his parents probably the same way a kicked dog loves his master. Beyond reason and self-preservation. But he hates his parents, too. And I think he's ashamed of that, of feeling *wrong things*. I think he also thinks the fault that they don't love him lies with himself. That he is wrong, that he can't do what they want (a quiet child, best seen not heard etc). So he puts all that on himself, the hate he has for them and the fact that they don't love him. Both bc there's just something not right with him. So he buries it, buries it deep down.

Of course he was sad when his dad died, of course he grieved him. He probably also grieved that now he never could get from him what he wanted: being told he did good. Being told his dad is proud of him. All these things. I also think he was... relieved. And that horrified him. Showed him again, in his mind, that see, he is wrong. Who is relieved their dad is dead. And then he's also angry of course, angry at his dad for killing himself. Doing something that seems so out of character for him. Leaving Troy and Jake to pick up the pieces (probably like always... I imagine when he was drunk and destroyed things or made a mess, it was on the kids to clean up. Same with his mom btw). Anyway. very very complicated feelings, contradicting feelings even. No wonder he lost his mind in exile. And I think the fact that he destroyed this place, even though it pained him in the end, it also freed him. It was the beginning of letting go. Of his mom, his dad. Even Jake. A cleansing as he said, but for himself. And I think over the years those feelings became clearer to himself, he started to understand himself better, started to understand where his uncontrollable anger came from and could accept this. So yeah "fuck that old man" (paraphrased haha) isn't a weird thing for s8 troy to say at all. He's right. Fuck him.

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"I'd do it all again" Right, that one. Haha, those fateful words. I hope you forgive me for just quoting my own work, since I very much explored this:

Troy felt relieved when he heard Madison asked, “Why would Daniel want to kill Troy?” This was it, he was sure of it. This was the missing piece to get back into step with Madison. Because even though she’d just told him “we’re good” he knew they weren’t. He had sensed her trepidation in her ingenious smile, in the hesitation in her voice. And now he was sure it was because he was still keeping a secret from her. A secret that only became one because of Nick, because he had followed Nick’s lead on this. And he hadn’t minded, understood that Nick rather not tell his sister Jake died partly because of him… But now he couldn’t keep quiet anymore. Not if it talking could mean that it would bring Madison and him close together again. Not if it meant it could again be as it was, before, between Madison and him. And yes, their conversation got heated once he admitted what he’d done. He should’ve expected that but he was too caught up in it. In trying to explain himself, in trying to rush to go where they’d been before. He should’ve given her more time to process… he knew she would’ve, eventually. She understood him. They were the same – and that was what he was trying to tell her, remind her of, however clumsily. “I’d do it all again,” he implored her, trying to make her see, “All of it, Madison.”

(Bolded part is the most important one). Right so I think he's wanting for Madison to see his side, for her to well maybe not forgive him but definitely accept what he'd done, accept him) and her continued refusal got him agitated, angry, and so he blurted that out - unfortunately not at all doing what he set out to do but the complete opposite. That is why he says 'hed do it all again'. He wants acceptance for who he is, he's not gonna APOLOGIZE for it and he resents her for insinuating differently. All his life he's made to feel he was wrong and in madison he thought he'd finally found someone who got him. Understood him like no other. And now she stands before him having the gall to judge him too. It's too much and so he spits this into her face, forces her to confront all the bad things in himself. Sadly for him she answers not by acceptance as he thought, especially when he said "and you would too you know you would", this callback to how similar they are, but by killing him. And I think him calling out their similarities played def a role in her decision to strike him down.

(As an aside, I don't see Troy as someone who apologizes or appreciates an apology or even... gets what it is about. Esp. s3 Troy. He's thinking is along the lines: "If I did it, I did it, so there's no use in wishing things went differently, no use in lamenting. It happened and with the information I had at that time I couldn't have made another choice. I would do things again like this. So what use is an apology? Isn't it even cheapening things? Because then I could've just NOT DONE IN in the first place. But clearly I did" It's a bit of a circular reasoning. He's a bit naive in that haha.

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I'm not sure he raised Tracy to see zombie!serena as her mom. Yes, Tracy does call her "mom" but I didn't get the feeling that she things it really is *her*. Like I think she's very much aware and never had confusion over the fact that her mom is dead and this is her reanimated corpse. Is that much better? Not sure haha.

[imagine-silk]

Fallout 4 Companions including Strong react to sole who turned into a super mutant but didn't lose their intelligence and they wear a wig?

I’m different but the same

Thank you to @edith-hyde for giving a idea for an addition on Danse's reaction. You are loved.

[Strong] There is no difference in his eyes. Now you're like him, bigger and stronger, but that's all he see. You are the same as how he met you so he doesn't see you differently. Very underwhelming.

[MacCready] Everything in him is telling him to shoot you, even after he knows you're the same, because you're not. It would be a mercy kill if anything. But he can't do it. You kept traveling to save his son, and as you kept going you never wavered in your mission to find your son or help the common people. He'd follow you for as long as you'd have him.

[Piper] When you tell her to not freak out it's the first thing she does. Beats you with a stick until she's sure you're the same. But after everything goes back to being the same. She still makes jokes that are sometimes at your expense like always and offers her bubblegum.

[Danse Post-BB] He found out because you woke him up in the middle of the night asking for his help so he was a lot more forgiving in his sleep-addled state. To be honest he felt like the world was just turning upsidedown at this point. He took it on the chin because he felt like he would be the pot calling the kettle black. There is a part of him that nags at him, the thought that this might be his fault like with Cutler. But you are not Cutler, and you reassure him on that.

[Nick] Woefully unamused. Like, yeah, that might as well happen. The only real issue he has with is the extra length you need to do to get into anywhere and even then there are places like diamond city that would never be safe to enter, no matter if he vouched for you.

[Curie] Just asks what happened and moves on. Well, that's not true. She takes samples from you and Strong for science. She will also ask to be carried and do it every chance she has.

[X6-88] In the beginning he would just say you're a marvel to science and take you to the Institute for examination. But you're already his friend. Everyone who threatens you in anyway are told to stand down.

[Preston] You scared the shit out of him, but after that he accepts it. He's more concerned about protecting you and making sure you feel comfortable with yourself. He makes sure you have clothes that fit and that your wig is okay. If anyone has a problem they do have to stay.

[Dogmeat] You throw sticks farther and run faster. Perfect.

[Hancock] Things always get wild don't they? He finds it adjacently funny, and says you're both freaks that belong together. Weirdly he makes you feel so much better. He's always happy to see you and invites you to smoke with him. Nothing feels wrong when you're with him.

[Cait] The only reason you didn't die was because you were able to pull her gun, but you lifted her too and she was horrified. When you prove your humanity she warily accepts it. After a while of traveling she's back to her old self with you. If anyone has a problem she have a talk with them.

[Codworth] Well, he needs bigger tools. Bigger tub, bigger plates, maybe he could put a loveseat at the table, he'd have to get rid of the arms. You are still you so there's no way he would leave you. Now there's so much to do, like making clothes and upkeeping your wig.

[Deacon] He laughs but he was terrified. But you weren't really different. You went around doing your thing helping people. So he had a bit of fun with you being so big. Carry him. Scare raiders. He'll pretend he's seeking gunners help from a monster, that's your cue.