i hope it's okay because i changed it a bit

You Little Tease

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Pairing:
 Pietro Maximoff x Reader
Request:
 Could you do a AOU PietroxReader(powers) Where the reader is trying to get Pietro attention and the only way that she knows how is to start and kiss him everywhere ( like up and down his stomach and all the way to his V line) and when Pietro thinks that he is going to get more than that the reader says something smart like “just kidding” or"Oh, I forgot Tony and Bruce need me to run test.“ Then she just walks away so proud of herself. And Pietro is just sitting there like what just happened.
Warnings: Slight sexual implication
Notes: Obviously this was requested to multiple blogs as I have seen similar pieces of work from others. because of this I have decided to change it up a bit, I hope that’s okay. Also apologies for it being so short. Anyway enjoy!
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Having the power of invisibility definitely had its perks, one of those being able to annoy your boyfriend to no end. Pietro was never one to slow down, except for you. Everyone else said you seemed to have a calming effect on the speedster. Today however you wanted to create the exact opposite reaction. He’d been running around the tower non-stop all morning, bugging everyone, including you. It was payback time.

 Turning invisible you went looking for the troublemaker. Across the rest of the day whenever you would spot him you would quietly saunter up him and run your hands down his arms or gently brushed more sensitive areas. You could tell he was flustered and incredibly confused by what was happening. Eventually he retired to his room, following him there you snuck in behind him. Huffing he flopped onto his bed and ran his hands through his hair. Walking towards him, still invisible, you straddled his lap and ran your hands down his chest. “Y/N…” he growled realising what had been happening. Reappearing he leaned in to kiss you, when suddenly you shot up of his lap. “Not a chance Maximoff” You winked, flouncing out of the room. In seconds he was in front of you. “You little tease” He hummed against your shoulder. “What you didn’t see that coming?” You giggled.

notyourplotbunny replied to your post “I need Saphael ideas for Valentine’s Day, help…”

rafe being passive aggressive with candy hearts

he knows they cant eat them but its the principle (sp?) of the matter bc noone has celebrated valentines day at dumort in decades 


Okay, I guess I changed it a little bit but I hope you like what I made of it, I certainly had fun writing this :D And thank you for the idea! ♥

Also posting it already because it’s just past midnight here so it’s the 14th for me already - it will be up on AO3 in about an hour (it won’t let me set the correct date before 1am…)


“What is up with this stuff, seriously??” Stan complained and Simon glanced up from the comic he was currently reading to look at the small pink candy heart the older vampire had pinched between his index finger and thumb. It wasn’t the first one a clan member had discovered in the hotel and the fledgeling couldn’t help but think that the idea was absolutely hilarious.

“What does this one say?” Simon asked and he felt his lips already tugging into a grin when the other groaned.

U suck.”

Laughter bubbled up in Simon’s throat and he wasn’t the only one who enjoyed the little messages engraved into the sweets. Whoever had taken the time to scatter these in the whole hotel was clearly a genius in Simon’s book and he would love to know who was behind all of this.

“I’m still convinced that this is your doing, Lewis! You’re the only one here with this stupid kind of humour!” Stan glared at him but without any heat and Simon knew he wasn’t actually mad. He was simply an old, grumpy vampire without a sense of humour and probably didn’t even get why half of the things were funny to the clan members who bothered to keep up with the modern world.

“Stan, seriously, I would be proud if this had been my idea but sadly it isn’t.”

“I found one with ctrl + z in one of the cupboards in the kitchen,” Lily commented from where she was curled up in the armchair with a book perched in her lap, not taking her eyes off the pages while talking. Stan and a few other vampires frowned, clearly not getting the joke, while Simon stifled more laughter by pressing his hand to his mouth.

“When I got up and went to the bathroom there was a blue heart balanced on the tap with the words get lost. I always thought these candy hearts only had nice messages on them but clearly, there are mean ones as well,” another female vampire added and a few other clan members told about their findings as well. Simon’s favourite ones certainly were the drop dead, bite me, tbh I’d rather not and in ur dreams but the u suck was right up there as well.

The first one to discover the candy hearts scattered across the hotel had been one of the oldest clan members who had been very confused about the I literally can’t message on a yellow heart in their room because they couldn’t figure out what it was supposed to mean. Simon had tried to explain the meaning but he wasn’t too sure that the other vampire had understood.

“It’s Valentine’s Day, someone probably just wanted to lighten the mood,” Lily commented with a shrug and it might have been a slightly weird thing to do so with almost insulting messages on pastel coloured candy hearts but most clan members did think they were funny and a few had actually started a competition about who could find the most hearts - and the ones with the best messages.

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“An aesthetic for a Gundham who really loves Souda, with neon, sweets, crystals, and things that remind them of Souda! I hope this is okay! feel free to let me know if you’d like anything changed though!! -Mod Soda

anonymous asked:

main trio who was diagnosed with a terminal illness? if that's not too much? it's okay if you'd rather not! thank you for your time 💛

I hope you don’t mind but I’m gonna change it up a little bit. Instead of the main three having a terminal illness it will be their s/o. This is because I have to wrote your request in bullet format and in that format I always show how the characters would react. If you wanted a story format answer then feel free to make another request but with one character only 😊

Update: Already edited it ^-^

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Yuuri:

  •  He is devastated. You are dying right before his eyes and he doesn’t know what to do.
  •  He tries to make the most out of your time left together but his mind keeps thinking about how your death will come soon.
  • He takes lots of pictures with you, not one of them is of you alone. He thinks that this way, when he look at the pictures in the future he won’t think you ever felt alone.
  • He takes you to travel. Since you are sick you can’t go far. But he goes as far as he is permitted, trying to make as many memories as possible.
  • When your body starts losing strength, he becomes much more sad.
  • When you aren’t able to walk anymore and are bed ridden then he always stays by your side, even buying you a bigger medical bed to be able to sleep by your side.
  • On your lasts days, he notices instantly. He notices that you look paler, how you don’t talk much, move much, and that your breathing has become very unnoticeable.
  • He can’t believe it’s happening. But, he tries not to let it show. He tells you how much he loves you and he doesn’t leave your side at all, scared that you might go alone.
  • On your final moment, you look at the man who has stayed here beside you without one single complaint and utter a very soft “sorry”.
  • His eyes widen, he knows it’s going to happen. His heart breaks into pieces and he can’t contain his tears.
  • “Sorry for what? You haven’t done anything!” He says this while holding your hand like he was holding on to dear life.
  • You and him exchange your last “I love you’s” and then you go peacefully.
  • After time passes Yuuri is devastated but he tries to stay strong, knowing that you wouldn’t like seeing him as a mess.

Viktor:

  • He never shows how sad he actually feels.
  • He’s always smiling when he’s with you. He doesn’t want you to feel sad, or know how heartbroken he actually is.
  • He buys you a customized wheelchair when you can no longer stand. He thinks it’s better to take you around than to let you stay in bed the whole time.
  • He takes you with him to the ice skating rink and makes a whole new routine just for you.
  • Even though seeing your health slowly deteriorate kills him, he tries to stay as “normal” as he can. Flirting with you, joking around and just being the lovable and silly Viktor you know him as.
  • Everyday he brings you some kind of surprise. It can be flowers, books, your favorite food, new pillows, blankets, whatever you can think of.
  • On you final days, he doesn’t want to believe it. So, he decides to ignore the fact that you can’t stay out for long, or  that you sleep for long periods, or the changes that keep happening to your body.
  • He’s in denial about everything.
  • On your last moments, he brings you one last present. A pair of customized skates so they can match your wheelchair.
  • “How am I going to use those?” You ask in a hushed voice.
  • He just laughs and brings you to the ice skating rink one last time.
  • He puts the skates on you, then looks at you up and down in a comical way.
  • “I told you they would match” And you giggle in response, which makes him feel extremely happy, yet sad.
  • He helps you stand up and brings you onto the ice. He supports your weight the whole time, and his heartbreaks by how thin and light you are.
  • “Am I too heavy?” You ask as you normally would when he carried you.
  • “Light as a feather” he answered as always, but with bitterness this time.
  • As he skated around the rink, you closed your eyes and left the world. But Viktor being in denial just thought you fell asleep.
  • But he knew better, so even though you were “asleep” he still called the emergency line.
  • It took him time to accept you death. He skated the routine he had dedicated to you in the Grand Prix Final, winning gold. That same gold medal he brought to your grave.

Yurio:

  • He’s very silent about everything. He becomes very secluded. When he’s with you he forces himself to smile. But when you aren’t looking he tries to hold back his tears.
  • Everyday he brings you Pirozhkis. You get tired of them, but thinking that you may not be able to eat them ever again makes you eat them anyways.
  • He takes lots of pictures of you. Oddly enough, they aren’t of you posing. Very few, actually. Most of them are of average things like you eating, or walking, or looking around, shopping, etc.
  • He decided to teach you how to skate, before you can’t anymore.
  • When he looks at your skating he feels so in love. He thinks that the way you move, even though it is very basic, is much more beautiful than anything he has ever seen.
  • One day, when you were ice skating again you suddenly collapse. He runs over to you, screaming like his life depended on it.
  • After that day, you weren’t able to walk anymore and were bed ridden.
  • Yurio stayed by your side all the time, until he was forced away by Viktor and Yuuri since he wasn’t sleeping or eating.
  • He noticed every single change in you, he could no longer hide his feelings when he was with you. He tried to smile but it wouldn’t work.
  • He would always talk to you about how he feels about everything that is happening. You would listen as you stroked his hair.
  • “I love your hair so much, Yuratchka. You should let it grow” And so he decided to do just that.
  • As his hair grew, you health became worse. One day he even thought that if he cut his hair he could somehow stop time.
  • On your last days he wouldn’t leave your side. When they tried to force him away from you he would get very physical. He would only eat if you insisted on it and he would do it beside you, always keeping an eye on you. But he barely slept, afraid that he might wake up and find you dead.
  • On your last day, it was the usual. Yurio would tell you what was on his mind as you stroked his hair. You muttered “I love you”, feeling all of the strength leaving your body.
  • “I love you t–” He didn’t finish what he was going to say. He felt your hand go limp, so he quickly turned around, praying to God that you hadn’t just died.
  • When he saw your lifeless body, he started screaming like a mad man. Viktor and Yuuri rushed in, trying to hold him back but it was futile. He held onto your body, not wanting to let go.
  • As years passed, it has been harsh on him. He hasn’t cut his hair, just like he promised. And he would visit your grave every day. He would tell you everything that has happened with his day and if something is on his mind, just like when you were alive.

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Wow it really broke my heart to write this. I’m going to write an individual imagine for each character cuz I just liked it too much 💖 I really hope you liked it~~~

Doctor’s Orders (Daryl Dixon imagine)

imagine: when you and daryl fight, you leave alexandria for the hilltop, sick of him making you feel like shit. the two of you are reunited in the worst way possible, with daryl on your operating table. (3850 words wtf)

note: hi! this is part 4 to my patient series, here’s part 1, part 2 and part 3 if you haven’t read them! this’ll probably be the last one i write, so i just wanted to say that i really enjoyed writing this story so i hope you enjoyed reading it. this part is pretty long and very medically inaccurate so that’s cool. also the timelines probably off and i changed events round a tiny bit for this to work. basically theres a lot of issues with this but hopefully its still okay! since some of this is set after the negan ‘incident’ i haven’t made it clear who gets lucilled because i don’t want to think about that, but obvs in this imagine its not daryl. screencap is from here - natasha :-)

  Daryl’s coarse hands felt like warm sunshine on my back. His palms were the sun; his thick fingers were the rays, and their touch on my skin was like a balmy summer’s day. I sat on the exam table, legs apart with Daryl between them, my fingers clutching desperately at his jacket. It had been five minutes since Daryl had arrived at my office, wordlessly locked the door and pulled down the blinds, and then pushed me up on to the table. Now his hands had found their way under my shirt, and his lips littered kisses and occasional hickeys on my neck and collarbones. Both of us were still entirely clothed, apart from my lab coat, which pooled around me where Daryl had pushed it off my shoulders.

  “Daryl, do something,” I murmured, wrapping my legs around his thighs to draw him in closer.

  Daryl’s hands trembled slightly and he flushed a rosy pink. “‘M already doin’ somethin’.”  

  I yanked his hands out from under my top and pulled off his jacket; as soon as it was off he reached for the hem of my shirt, and before I knew it it was balled up and thrown in the corner of the room. Daryl, the man who had been so afraid of intimacy that at one point he’d eschewed even professional comfort from me, had just done that, and I was not complaining.

  “Now you’re doing something,” I said suggestively, already wishing I’d gotten Daryl’s shirt off as well while I’d had the chance. He was leaving trails of kisses again, this time going further down to the skin above my bra.

  Just as I was reaching behind me to undo the clasp, a loud knock on the door made Daryl jump back, knocking over a tray of instruments that sat precariously on the counter top. There was no pretending that there was no one in, since the clatter that Daryl made was enough to betray our presence.

  “Coming,” I said with a sigh, realising that my hopes of doing just that would have to be put on pause. Daryl and I hurriedly threw on our discarded clothes and I went to unlock the door, while Daryl tried to stand in the shadows inconspicuously.

  To my surprise, the person behind the door was Rick, who I’d spoken to a grand total of three times. I conjured up as bright a smile as I could, and Daryl ambled closer to the door when he realised who it was that had so rudely interrupted us.

  “Morning, Rick. How can I help?” I asked, knowing full well that he knew exactly what had just been happening, judging by the amused way his eyes flicked between me and Daryl.

  “I was actually looking for Daryl. Aaron told me I might find him here. And he was right,” Rick said, nodding at Daryl before scanning the whole room, his gaze catching on the closed blinds and the mess of instruments on the floor. He raised his eyebrows as he looked back at Daryl. “We need to go. The car’s ready.”

  “Sure,” Daryl muttered, determinedly avoiding eye contact with Rick. He shot me an apologetic glance, and against my better judgment I said “Be careful, baby,” the pet name slipping out. Daryl’s glance turned to horror and he glared at me in a way that he hadn’t done for a long while.

  Rick was completely unfazed, as if he’d seen this coming all along. “Doctor’s orders, Daryl,” he drawled, not even trying to hold back his satisfied smirk. Daryl stormed out the door, hitting Rick with his shoulder as he passed. Rick shook his head disbelievingly and gave me a rare smile, and with that he followed after Daryl.

  I exhaled a breath that it felt like I’d been holding since that knock on the door. When I looked down, I realised all the buttons of my shirt were in the wrong holes.


  It was late at night and a strange, unconscious man was being manhandled into my house by Daryl and Rick. I was used to bizarre things happening, though, so I took it in my stride. I checked him over, and once I knew he was okay, my mind was filled with another concern: the man wasn’t so strange after all. I could’ve sworn that I’d seen his face somewhere before, although admittedly with a little less beard. I put it down to fatigue and confusion, and didn’t bother mentioning anything to Rick or Daryl, since I was probably just imagining things.

  Daryl didn’t talk to me much, as Rick was there and there was a man passed out on the floor — not ideal conditions for a heart-to-heart. He did, however, nudge my hip with his when Rick was preoccupied with something else, although I’m fairly sure Rick had eyes in the back of his head, since he looked back at us knowingly a few seconds later.

  When the two of them left, Rick a few feet ahead, Daryl whispered in my ear. “Sorry ‘bout earlier. See ya tomorrow?” I nodded, giving Daryl’s arm a brief but affectionate touch.


  “So, how’d you get out?” Rick asked the man, who I now knew was called Jesus. A ridiculous name, but it definitely worked. I was glad that Rick considered me important enough to stand in on this ‘talk’, and eager to find out exactly who Jesus was. The familiarity of his face was continuing to throw me off.

  “One guard can’t cover two exits. Or third floor windows. Knots untie, and locks get picked. Entropy comes from order, right?”

  “Right,” Daryl said gruffly. He leant against the shelving as Jesus continued to speak and looked down at him with nothing short of contempt. Jesus’ voice faded to background noise as I gazed at Daryl, taking in every inch of his appearance just as I had the first time he’d entered my office. Even his mannerisms were attractive to me: the fidgety movement of his hands; his resting scowl; the intermittent shuffling from one foot to another, especially when in conversation.

  “You’re a surgeon, right?” Jesus’ words swam up from the buzz of conversation, ‘surgeon’ in particular pulling me from my admiration of Daryl. I realised he was talking to me.

  “Uh. Yeah. I was.”

  “Once a surgeon always a surgeon.”

  “I guess. How did you know?”

  “My dad was one of your patients. Seven years before shit went down. You saved his life. You’re an incredible surgeon; I couldn’t believe all the things you’ve done when I researched your work.”

  That was why I recognised him. Memories of a kind, confident, middle-aged man — Malcolm Rovia — with severe heart problems came rushing back to me. His son — I remembered him as Paul, but Jesus was obviously a very well-suited nickname — was always by his side, so scared that his father would die after being told just that by a dozen other doctors. After nine agonising months, filled with numerous surgeries and hospital stays, a donor was finally found, and Malcolm was given a long-awaited heart transplant that was a complete success. I didn’t remember all of my patients, but both Malcolm and Jesus were so grateful and good-natured that their case had stuck with me, although I hadn’t thought about it for years.

  “Your dad was Malcolm Rovia?”

  “He was,” Jesus said solemnly, and I could tell by his expression and tone that the ‘was’ was literal.

  “I’m sorry you lost him.”

  Jesus shrugged and smiled wearily. “It was a few years back. Right at the beginning. I don’t think he would have enjoyed this world, so it’s probably for the best.” He leaned forward and laced his fingers together. “Are you the doctor here?”

  “Yes.”

  “They’re lucky to have you. Hey, if you ever get bored, come to the Hilltop,” he joked, smiling playfully. “We’ve already got a doctor, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” I grinned, appreciating the praise and really starting to feel like Jesus was someone I could be friends with. Besides Daryl, I didn’t have many people I was comfortable with.


  By the time we returned to Alexandria from a visit to the Hilltop Colony, a soft kind of night had fell. The air was misty, the stars faintly glowing pinpricks in the sky. It reminded me of the nights on the outskirts of Richmond, where the bright lights of the city almost drowned the stars out. Light pollution was bad, and I hated it then, but the sky now served as a gentle reminder of a simpler time.

  Everyone filed out of the RV and said their goodnights, and eventually only Daryl and I remained, the former sitting in the doorway of the RV cleaning his crossbow with a grease-stained cloth.

  “You wanna come back to my place?” I asked hopefully, feeling content after a fulfilling day. Sure, there were things to worry about — the Saviours didn’t sound overly appealing — but those at the Hilltop were good people, especially Doctor Carson, who had been my co-worker at one point before the apocalypse. So many people from my old life were finding their way back to me, and while I had my anxieties after what had happened to Bernard at the hospital, it made me happy.

  Daryl shrugged and wiped his crossbow more vigorously. “Dunno.”

  “Please?” I pressed, crouching down next to him. “You won’t regret it.”

  He looked up from his beloved crossbow and made eye contact, and I knew that my eyes sparkled flirtatiously. Finally, after a few seconds of heated silence, he nodded and climbed to his feet, setting off down the road for my house.


  It had been a while since we’d been together anywhere but my office, so it was somewhat of a luxury to make out on a comfortable couch rather than the exam bed. I sat on Daryl’s lap, my legs either side of his thighs, one hand cupping his stubbled cheek and the other tangled in his hair. It was a few minutes before I noticed that Daryl’s lips had become lax under mine. He usually responded fervently to every one of our kisses, so I stopped and drew back, asking him if there was something wrong.

  “‘M fine,” Daryl said stiffly, but he’d moved his hands from around my waist and was now bracing them against the sofa cushions.

  “Really? You’re so tense,” I said worriedly, putting my hands on his shoulders and feeling the muscles that were pulled uncomfortably tight. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

  “Yeah, stop fuckin’ askin’,” he growled, sitting up suddenly and pushing me off his lap. He did so rather gently, but the gesture hurt all the same. He stood up and started pacing round the room.

  “You’re such an asshole sometimes, you know that?” I said, rubbing my eyes, the happy burst I’d felt earlier fading to dullness. I pulled my knees up to my chest and leant against the arm of the couch.

  “I don’t like that Jesus guy,” Daryl blurted out, not having heard my insult since he seemed so absorbed in his own thoughts.

  “I think he’s great,” I said, primarily because I genuinely thought so and also because in this moment, I wanted nothing more than to disagree with Daryl.

  “Yeah, well, you would.”

  “Why would I?”

  “Surgeon this, surgeon that. Oh, they’re so lucky to have ya,” Daryl muttered in a terrible impression of Jesus.

  “I guess it’s nice to feel appreciated,” I said uneasily, not liking where this conversation was going. “But that’s not the only reason I like him.”

  “Please, he was just sayin’ all that ‘cause he wants to fuck ya.”

  That I was not expecting. “Excuse me?”

  “He was all over you.”

  “I’m pretty sure he’s gay, Daryl,” I said in a disbelieving tone, remembering the way I’d caught Jesus looking Rick up and down several times.

  “Whatever. Don’t you dare go to Hilltop, Y/N.”

  “Don’t talk to me like that.”

  “You’d just do the same shit ya do here, y’know that, right? Nothin’. Ya put band-aids on that lil’ girl’s knee and that’s it. There’s nothing for ya; no one needs a fuckin’ surgeon.”

  A harsh ringing filled my ears, and white spots of anger blossomed in my vision. “Fuck you,” I spat, on my feet and opposite Daryl in seconds. “People need me more than they need you.”

  Daryl was close enough that I could smell the tinge of alcohol on his breath. He must’ve been drinking surreptitiously on the way back; I should’ve known that flask he had carried more than just water. But alcohol was no excuse for the bullshit he was coming out with.

  The fire in Daryl’s eyes licked dangerously at me and when he kicked the wall before throwing open the door and slamming it behind him, everything in me went up in flames.

  I slept fitfully that night, the fight playing over and over again in my head. Each time, I added another hurtful word to my recollection, and eventually the memory was even more ugly than it had been originally. When the night sky dissolved into an early morning off-white, my mind was resolutely set on the idea that I’d been mulling over for hours: leaving Alexandria.

  I gathered as much of my stuff as I could: my few personal possessions and only the most important medical supplies I kept in my office, as I didn’t want to leave Alexandria with nothing. I knew that I wasn’t really thinking straight, but all I was sure of was that I had to get away from Daryl.


  There wasn’t as much hot water at the Hilltop, an unfortunate fact I was slowly getting used to after two weeks of living there. The stream from the shower was cooling down after just five minutes, so I hastily washed the shampoo from my hair before turning off the faucet. I immediately started shivering as the air cooled the water clinging to my skin, so I was glad to wrap a towel around my shoulders. I dried my face, breathing in the freshly-cleaned smell of the towel.

  In all honesty, I was more miserable here than I’d ever been in Alexandria. The people at the Hilltop were nice, but I hadn’t realised the love I had for everyone in Alexandria until I was without them. Rick and Jesus had turned up with a screech of car brakes and confronted me about my abandonment of home less than three hours after my arrival. Had Daryl told them that I’d left? Had they figured it out for themselves? I reminded myself then that I didn’t care. I’d told them a convoluted story about wanting to be with another doctor, wanting to help him care for Gregory’s injury, wanting a change. Both of them seemed to know that something deeper was going on, and Rick seemed to know exactly what that deeper explanation was.

  When Jesus went to talk to Doctor Carson, Rick had fixed his sober gaze upon mine.

  “I don’t know exactly what’s going on between you and Daryl, but you can’t let it affect everyone else like this.”

  “There’s nothing going on between me and Daryl,” my voice cracking slightly as I lied blatantly.

  “Come back, Y/N. We need you.”

  “No. You don’t,” I said bitterly, Daryl’s vicious words echoing in my mind.

  “Whatever Daryl did, he’s like that. He says things he doesn’t mean, he—”

  “It’s not about Daryl,” I interrupted. “Please leave me alone. I don’t belong to you, or Alexandria, and I sure as hell don’t belong to Daryl either.”

  That exchange had happened two weeks ago, and neither Rick nor Jesus had attempted to cajole me into returning to Alexandria since. Everything felt alien here, though, and I sort of wished that they would have another try at convincing me. But it was too late now.

  I towelled the rest of my body dry, and decided to sleep with wet hair. It would be all over the place in the morning, but no one important would be seeing me, so it didn’t matter. Daryl was right: no one needed a surgeon. No one needed anything here; there wasn’t even an Edie with scraped knees, or a Mr. Miller with his ears playing up. I had never felt more useless.


  The sound of screaming pulled me from a dreamless sleep. My heart beating fast, I pulled the curtains open to see an RV — Alexandria’s RV — parked haphazardly just inside of the gates, people pouring out of the door. Even with the windows closed, I could hear several people screaming, some sobbing, others shouting. The moment I saw a stretcher being edged out of the vehicle, I jumped into action.

  I pulled on yesterday’s clothes, tied up my damp, straggly hair and shoved my feet into a pair of boots. And then I ran — almost tripping over on the stairs — flung open the front door and shot over to Doctor Carson’s office, where I knew all those injured would be taken. Right now, it didn’t matter how they were injured; all that mattered was helping them. When I arrived, the room was already jam-packed with people. Doctor Carson stood by the exam table, tying a surgical mask over his mouth. I did the same as I gazed in horror around the room. Everyone there was in tears, or hid their face in their hands, or both. Someone lay on the exam table, only a fraction of their skin exposed, and on this fraction was a bullet wound. A very nasty looking one. I briefly wondered why the person’s identity was obscured, but the thought passed through and exited my mind like a train rushing by and disappearing into the horizon.

  “Doctor Y/L/N!” Carson called out over the din of crying in the room. “I need you to operate, remove the fragments of bullet and sew up the wound.” His breathing was erratic, but his eyes stayed calm. “Maggie and the baby are in danger; I have to help her.”

  I nodded firmly. Everything came rushing back to me, even though I hadn’t been in a situation like this for almost two years. I snapped on some gloves and instinctively grabbed various instruments from around the room, knowing exactly what I needed.

  I took a deep breath, and counted down from ten in my head. This would be a fairly quick procedure; I’d performed operations like this before the apocalypse in less than half an hour. Perhaps without the interns to help out things would take a little longer, but it was nothing I couldn’t handle. I flexed my fingers and picked up the instrument I needed.

  Three, two, one.


  The room had mostly emptied out, apart from Rick, who sat on a chair staring at nothing, his whole body shaking with tremors. I realised that the Saviors must have done this, that Negan had finally caught up with the group. Who else could reduce Rick to this?

  I finished suturing the wound of the person below me, after having successfully removed all the fragments of bullet. I slipped my gloves off, scrubbed my hands clean and then sat down on the chair next to Rick.

  “Who is that?” I asked quietly, tipping my head towards the covered person.

  Rick looked at me, his eyes filled with a blankness that I had never seen before. “You haven’t figured it out?”

  I shook my head, although a sticky fear began crawling through my bones, starting at my toes and working its way up.

  Rick gulped, his hand shaking violently as he raised it to run his fingers through his sweat and blood-soaked hair. “Jesus thought it’d be best if we covered him up. Didn’t want you to get freaked out.”

  “Who is it, Rick?” I said, although I knew exactly who it was.

  He didn’t answer, simply massaging his temples and closing his eyes. Whatever happened out there, it must have been horrific. But I couldn’t worry about that right now, because Daryl was unconscious and wounded a few feet away.

  I stood up, and my legs didn’t feel real as I walked towards the table. The sheet covering Daryl was tattered, smudged with dirt and spotted with crimson blooms of blood. I still held onto the tiniest shred of hope that the person underneath was someone other than Daryl, but I knew I was kidding myself.

  I lifted the corner of the sheet, and when I saw Daryl’s pale face, covered with a sheen of perspiration, my knees buckled and I collapsed to the floor, a sob tearing its way through my throat.


  The sun always came out at entirely inappropriate times. On an average day, grey clouds hovered ominously and emptied out sporadic rain, but at times like this, times of death and pain, the sun cast its invasive light upon the world and just made everybody feel worse.  

  I’d been awake all night, and whenever my eyes began to slide shut I pinched my arm sharply. I’d refused to leave Daryl’s side, so Jesus and Doctor Carson had carefully carried Daryl’s unconscious body up to an empty bedroom, and left me to look after him. Everything after that was a blur, filled with indescribable panic as I realised there was still a chance Daryl wouldn’t wake up. So, with Daryl still passed out, and new fears and worries bubbling up inside me, the sun wasn’t at all welcome. I held fast to Daryl’s hand, having not let go of it all night, and reached over to the window to pull down the blinds.

  “Y’look like shit,” said Daryl, and I jumped, squeezing his hand tightly. Half of my fears flew out the window now that I could see that Daryl was well and truly okay.

  “All thanks to you. You’re not looking too great either,” I said hoarsely, my throat tender from crying.

   Daryl looked down at our hands, and I thought for a second that he would pull his away from mine. But he didn’t. Instead, he traced the pad of his thumb over my knuckles.

  “You wanna talk about what happened out there?” I asked tentatively, knowing that the answer would be ‘no’.

  Sure enough, Daryl shook his head. We sat in silence for ten minutes, Daryl’s thumb continually moving across my skin.

  “‘M so sorry for what I said about you,” Daryl murmured.

  “I’m sorry too. I said no one needed you, but… but I need you.”

  Daryl said nothing for a while, then uttered those three tiny words back to me. “I need you.”

  There was so much left unspoken, but neither Daryl nor I were ever too good with sentimentality, and we weren’t about to start now. I finally allowed myself to fall asleep, the rhythmic movement of Daryl’s thumb like a silent lullaby. Everything around us was broken, but we fixed things by putting the pieces back together. And Daryl and I were the first two pieces.

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Imagine: Relationship Goals

Hey! So can I please have an imagine where you’re at the shop with your bf (ur crush) and basically you’re both in really gross clothes and look gross and you run into people from school

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The past week had been hot. Really hot. You’d spent most of your free time with Y/c/n, not that people at school knew that. Both you and Y/c/n were quite reserved people and didn’t like being the centre of attention so you kept your relationship between the two of you. You weren’t exactly dating but if either of you were asked out by another person, you’d both say no. The words ‘skinny love’ come to mind.

“Y/n have you got any ice cream?” Y/c/n said, getting up off the ground and shielding his eyes from the sun. It was a Saturday and Y/c/n had come round to do ‘revision’ with you (which had ended up being the two of your going out into the garden and sunbathing.) 

“I don’t think so, i think my brother and his friends ate it all yesterday.” You admitted.

“Fuck it, we’re going to the shops.” He said loudly, grabbing your hand and pulling you up off of the beach towel you had put on the floor.

“Shh Y/c/n, dont swear so loudly!” You pushed his arm slightly and he pretended to be hurt.

“I’ll try not to, i promise.” He said grinning.

You made your way inside and tried to find something to wear. You had been sun bathing in your pyjamas and since you didn’t think you were leaving the house all weekend you had no clothes in your wardrobe because they were all in the wash.

“I have nothing to wear.” You said, opening your wardrobe and staring at the empty clothes hangers.

“Just wear your pyjamas.” Y/c/n said simply. You turned around to look at him sitting on your bed. He had a straight face and obviously wasn’t joking.

“Y/c/n i can’t wear my pyjamas to the shops, we might know people there.”

“Wear your pyjama shorts then, they look like normal shorts.” 

“What about my top? There is no way I’m going out with a top that has a bunch of Disney princesses on it.”

“Borrow this then.” He said, taking a t shirt out of his school bag which he had brought with him for revision (even though he didn’t have any of his text books in it.) He handed the top to you and even though it was too big you didn’t really have much choice so you put it on.

“See you look hot!” You laughed and looked at yourself in the mirror.

“I look like a fell head first through a jumble sale.”

“Exactly, you should dress like that more often.” He smirked and grabbed your hand again. “Let’s go.”

You lived quite near the supermarket and the walk was only about 5 minutes.

“It’s so fucking hot.” Y/c/n said, kicking a stone on the path.

“I thought you said you weren’t going to swear?”

“I only said i wouldn’t swear loudly, that wasn’t loud.” He looked smug with his answer and you just laughed, knowing he was right.

“Sure, whatever you say.” You walked a few more steps and turned to cross the road. You felt like people in the cars were looking at your clothes choice but since you didn’t know them you didn’t care at all. After you crossed the road you could see the super market about 200m away. You let go of Y/c/n’s hand and he looked down at you. He was over 6 foot and you being 5 foot something, he seemed like a giant.

“Race you!” You shouted and began running before Y/c/n had realised what you said.

“SHIT!” He shouted from behind you as he started running to catch up with you. You sprinted as fast as you could and shouted at Y/c/n for swearing, this time he couldn’t deny it was loud.

“Sorry Y/n!” He said, running past you and reaching the supermarket a few seconds before you.

“I win.” He smiled as you tried to catch your breath.

“I wasn’t actually trying you know.” You puffed, your face turning pink.

“Yeah, yeah whatever. Come on.” He smiled as you went into the supermarket. As soon as you walked through the doors you were greeted with a wave of cool air and you didn’t want to move.

“Y/n? What are you doing?” Y/c/n asked you.

“It’s cool here,” You replied and he chuckled.

“Lets go you weirdo.” You both began walking to the back of the store and found the ice cream isle.

“Right, what do you want?” 

“I don’t mind, your the one that wanted ice cream.” You replied,knowing how much Y/c/n hated it when you made him choose.

“You’re really not being helpful.” He replied, kissing the top you your head and opening a freezer door. He pointed a tub of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream and you nodded. He took it out of the freezer and shut the door.

“And these!” You said, grabbing some orange ice lollies and grinning.

“I thought you didn’t mind what ice cream we got?” He said cockily.

“These aren’t ice cream, they’re ice lollies.” You replied just as smugly as he had earlier.

“Fair enough.” He smiled, taking them from you.

You walked toward the checkouts and tried to find the most empty till. 

“Y/c/n and Y/n?” You turned around and saw a large friendship group from your school. You froze, not knowing what to say.

“Hey, how are you guys?” Y/c/n replied calmly, he was better in these situations than you were.

“We’re good.” One of them replied.

“I didn’t know you two were together!” A short brown haired girl said.

Y/c/n looked at you then back to the group.

“Yeah well not many people know, we don’t really talk about it.” He said. He’d told them you were dating? He’d never said that to anyone before, not even you.

“You’re so cute, the whole year wanted you to get together!” Another girl said and you laughed quietly.

“Nice top Y/n,” One of them said. You looked at them confused and then looked down at your top - remembering it was Y/c/n’s.

“Aha thanks, all my clothes are in the wash so i had to borrow Y/c/n’s.”

“Told you they were cute,” The short, brown haired girl said smiling at the two of you.

“That will be £5 please.” The checkout lady said, both you and Y/c/n turned around surprised she had served you already.

“I forgot my money,” You said, realising your purse was on your kitchen table.

“Don’t worry, I’ll pay.” Y/c/n said, getting out his wallet and handing money over to the lady. As he did so it put his arm around your waist. You looked up at Y/c/n and he smiled softly.

“They’re the fucking definition of relationship goals.” 

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an. i sort of changed this request a bit because its so hot in england at the moment! How are you guys? Im so sorry i haven’t posted properly in ages - I’ve had loads of you message me asking if I’m okay.. I’ve just been busy at the moment but hopefully ill start posting again soon! Keep requesting imagines and i hope you have nice day xxx

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A/N: I changed it a bit where the reader is sort of James’ apprentice in killing all because I didn’t get what you meant by ‘future serial killer’ I don’t know if im being stupid or what. Hope that’s okay but other than that slight change everything follows what you wanted me to write. Sorry if its not that good I had writers block with this one… 

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Hello! Love your writing pieces, you're so awesome! c: If you're accepting prompts I have one. It would be cool if this could be H2OVanoss or Daithi x Delirious. (Is that weird?) With this text: "Hey CaRtOoNz, I know it's late, but I got a bit high and decided to swim in the river with Delirious and he went down stream and now I don't know what to do"

I decided on H2OVanoss, only because I don’t ship Daithi de Delirious. Hope that’s okay. It’ll still be awesome! I think I’ve seen this before so I hope I do it justice for you darling. I kind of changed it a bit though to fit the story I wanted. I know this is really EXTREMELY out of character for Evan and Jonathan but just go with me here guys.


Luke groaned loudly, aggravated that his phone was ringing at three in the morning and he had only gone to bed an hour before. Genay shifted in her sleep at the noise, and Luke decided to take the call from Evan in the next room.

“This better be fucking important.”

“Luke…Jonathan and I did something stupid…” Evan said.

“That’s nothing new. Why did you have to wake me up to tell me that?” Luke said through a yawn.

“No, this time it was really stupid. And I fucked up. Like really fucked up.” Evan began to get hysterical. “I lost him.”

“Lost him? Evan, what are you talking about?” Luke straightened up. How the fuck did he lose a grown man?

Evan sounded like he was on the verge of tears, “We got high. Too high; really high. We decided to go for a swim in the river behind the house and he went down stream and I can’t find him and now I don’t know what to do. I’ve looked for him and called for him and he won’t answer.”

“Goddammit. That is really fucking stupid!” Luke growled. He ran back into his bedroom and pulled on a sweatshirt and his sneakers. “Where are you now?”

“At the house. I thought maybe if he would’ve gotten out he would’ve come back but he hasn’t. Luke, you have to help me.” Evan cried.

“I’m on my way. Just stay put, Evan. And try to sober up, for fuck’s sake.” Luke hung up and ran to his car. Jonathan’s house was a ten minute drive, five at three in the morning with no traffic and with him speeding in his BMW. He pulled up behind Evan’s car and jumped out. He heard Evan in the back yard, calling Jonathan’s name into the darkness. He headed towards him, and Evan turned quickly, relief quickly turning back into panic at the sight of him.

“I thought…I thought you were him.” He said, his eyes red. Luke wasn’t sure if it was from the weed or from the crying.

“We’ll find him, Vanoss. Have you checked the house?” Luke asked gently, not wanting to upset him more. His hair was wet, as were his clothes, like he threw them on without drying his body first.

“Not really. I just called out his name and he didn’t answer.” Evan responded, turning back to the river.

“Let’s go back inside and look. Maybe he’s in the bathroom drying off. And you should change. It’s freezing out.” Luke reasoned.

“I just want to find my boyfriend, Luke.”

Luke could tell that Evan was still high as he led him back into the house, unsteady on his feet and bobbing his head back and forth.

“You guys don’t even smoke. What the hell got into you?” Luke asked him, sitting him down on the couch.

Evan blushed. “Um…we thought we’d try something new and maybe it would spice up…”

Luke held his hand up. “No, that’s okay. I’m good. I’m gonna go look around, okay?”

Evan nodded and Luke headed towards their bedroom. “Jon?” he called out to the empty room. He heard a small splash from the bathroom. He made his way there cautiously, not entirely sure what he’d find. But when he opened the door, his frustration boiled over into a yell that startled the sleeping man in the bathtub. “What the FUCK?”

“Luke?” Jonathan asked, wiping the water and sleep from his eyes.

Evan came stumbling into the room, eyes wide. “What happened? Is he here?”

“You fucking retards! Did you even leave the fucking house, Evan? Jon is in the fucking bathtub! You guys were in the bathtub and you thought you were in the fucking river? Are you fucking kidding me? I got out of bed for this?” Luke was infuriated.

It was like Evan didn’t even hear him though, because he ran straight to Jonathan’s side and cupped his face. “I was so worried about you. I thought I had lost you forever. We are never smoking again, okay? Our sex life is perfect, babe.”

“I…Evan, why am I in the bathtub?”

Luke stormed out of the bathroom and to his car. He really hated his friends sometimes.

When he woke up the next morning, it was from a text from Jonathan.

From Delirious: Sorry about last night. XD Also, the sex afterwards was great. You should really try it.

Luke threw his phone across the room and went back to bed.

anonymous asked:

Prompt- Will gets into an accident because of his sucky car and its sucky brakes. It's nothing major, a concussion, few bruises. But he isn't able to contact Nico. And all Nico gets is a phone call from the nurse "Your husband's been in an accident" Him freaking out because it all feels like deja vu and he really can't lose Will.

honestly can you imagine if i responded to these in a timely manner because i truly cannot

okay honestly i changed this a bit i hope you don’t mind they’re not married because truthfully that car would not last until marriage and also i changed it from his brakes to the alternator because THAT HAPPENED TO ME ON A MAJOR TORONTO HIGHWAY and it was like therapeudic idk i wanted Will to suffer like i suffered also i didn’t have a nurse contact nico because like……..idk its three in the morning i took creative liberties sorry lmao

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