#reliqucry

—why are you so nice to me? —it’s because you are the weirdest, most beautiful person i’ve ever met in my whole entire life

modern.

CAMMY—

It’s your turn to bring the donuts to the meeting tomorrow night, just thought I would remind you. Try to get Daylight Donuts, even if it’s out of the way. Or Dunkin if it’s not too out of the way but absolutely no Delectable Donuts, that place sucks. Us alcoholics are very particular about our donuts, I guess. See you tomorrow.

Also if some girl named Indiana starts trying to add you on all your social media, that’s my sister. Block her for me.

— F.

apocalypse.

CAMMY—

Hey, went out for a hike. I would have invited you but I didn’t want to wake you. If I’m not back by nightfall, lock the doors. If I’m not back by the next morning, go to the Springhill Suites and alert a man named Mason. See you soon.

But also if a man named Mason tries to come by the church, don’t let him in. Tell him to f*ck off, actually. Thank you.

useless headcanons // accepting

most of his lonely days are spent with him lazing about his home. he doesn’t own a lot of consoles or things to pass the time, but he does own a switch. the main game he plays is animal crossing and his town is absolutely fabulous and incredibly detailed. hector isn’t a man who likes fast paced games nor shooters.

assorted injuries prompts // accepting

“Great.” 

He wasn’t a man who liked to hang around in one place for so long. And, with the injury he was, it wasn’t like he could quite JOIN V on those missions he sends her on.Especially now since it was SO CLOSE to them finding out where his siblings were.

Hector didn’t want to wait around any longer. 

Without missing a beat, Hector HEAVES himself to his feet, uncaring of the sharp pierce of pain that follows. He moves across his living room, despite V’s sputtering behind him, approaching his desk to flip through a few of his notes. He hears her approach from behind, her hands finding his shoulders and he could FEEL her glaring at the back of his head.

a series of nonverbal prompts // accepting

“I didn’t know you could cook.” The platter is set carefully on the counter beside him; it smelled of fresh basil, delicately cooked meat (looked like something from HIS stash of real meat) and hand rolled pasta fashioned into lasagna noodles. V looked pleased as punch, proud of herself of the thing she created.

Sure, it was a LITTLE BIT lopsided, but Hector loved it all the same.

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃   "  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐌𝐘   𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘   𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.   𝐍𝐎   𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃  .

❛  hmm,  she’s  alright.  i  guess  i’d  smash.  maybe.  if  she  asked  nicely.   ❜  

send 🔥 if you’d sleep w/ my muse // accepting

VERY OBVIOUS AND FLIRTY WINK.