#i think ive only been in a few elevators. i only have like two or three memories.

[skeletalheartattack]

If you're going up three floors, would you rather use an elevator, escalator, stairs, or something else?

i jump on an awesome resilient hog and trampoline into the third floor window

[birdyshewrote]

“Birthday Girl”

Wolverine x Female!Reader

written by birdy

Wade Wilson throws you a rink-a-dink birthday party every year, and this year is no exception. But this time, you have a new guest.. and he’s been watching you for a while.

Notes- hi. ive never written a fic before EVER, so pls be nice. this is mainly for me to be able to get my thoughts out of my head because I’ve been thinking about this man for way too long. happy birthday bitches 🫶

WARNINGS/TAGS: smut- 18+ Logan Howlett x Female!Reader, Logan calls reader “Kid”, light smoking and alcohol consumption, Wade being a menace

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You had caught glances of him a few times in the hall. The scent of smoke, leather and alcohol that belonged to only him drifted in the air behind him for a few seconds even after he had walked into the apartment room across from yours. There had been a few times where you stepped into the elevator and musky cigar smoke had filled the small space. You didn’t complain though, secretly savoring the intoxicating smell, taking more, quicker breaths than you needed too. You couldn’t deny the knot it put in your stomach and the weakness it put in your legs before stepping out of the elevator, down the hall and into your own room.

Eventually, you were tired of the mystery. Two weeks into the seemingly one sided tension, you trapped your long time friend and even longer time across-the-hall neighbor, Wade Wilson, into the elevator with you. Ever since the stranger had moved in with Wade, he had stopped inviting you over. Your birthday was coming up, and so was your annual not-so-surprised birthday party. Once the elevator doors closed, you started,

“Hey, who’s your new roomie?”

Wade scoffed, putting a hand across his heart on his chest, the other gripping a full black trash bag that smelt of blood and for some reason bubblegum scented air fresheners. “THATS how I am greeted nowadays? No, ‘Hello Wade’, ‘Looking good Wade’, ‘Here’s that five bucks I owe you Wade,’

You roll your eyes, putting a hand on your hip stepping away from him. “Okay, first of all, I do not owe you five bucks. You OFFERED to pay for the funeral arrangements after you killed my fish-“

“He looked hungry, who knew fish could be over fed?” He interrupted.

“I told you before I left!” You argue back. “I was only gone two days and you-“ You rub your forehead and shake your head, frustrated. “Whatever. Not relevant. Hello Wade, you do look good.” You say, defeated.

Wade giggly adjusted his weight to his heels, to his tippy-toes, then back to his heels again “Thank you.” He said, satisfied, and turned back to the doors.

“You didn’t answer my question. Your roommate? Who is he?” You ask again as the elevator dings and the doors creakily open.

He raised an eyebrow, looking at you sideways as the two of you walked down the small lobby. “Uhm, news flash doll face, Blind Al is not new. She’s an OG. Been here a while, silly.”

“Not Al.” Talking to Wade was like trying to a horse with dementia. “You know, ‘Mr Tall and Handsome,’ always sulking, ‘I don’t care about no smoking rules.”

Wade throws his head back, “Ooohhhh, you mean Peanut. What about him?”

“No introduction?” You ask confused, watching Wade as he carried his trash down the hall, holding the entrance door open for you.

“Well, I don’t know. I guess Iuh… I forgot.” He stuttered as he led you down the wet alleyway, towards the dumpsters.

“Last month you called me into your room to show me your new toothbrush. You have a new roommate and you just, ‘forget’ to introduce us?”

Wade shrugs, shifting the thin, plastic bag straps in his hand uncomfortably as he walked.

The truth was, Wade did not forget. The truth was, in fact, that one of the first things Wade had done was mention your existence to Logan before he was even fully settled in the apartment.

“I think you two would hit it off, hardcore. And I mean, HARD.” Wade had said.

“Absolutely not.” Logan grumbled, immediately shutting him down, not even looking up from the blow-up mattress he was unrolling in the living room.

Wade sat on the couch arm rest, looking down at the burly man. “Come on Wolvie, let a girl heal your cold, withered heart. You’re a tough, ‘don’t get too close’ typa guy, she’s an ‘I can fix him’ type of girl, I personally think it’s a perfect match.”

“Shut the fuck up. I’m telling you to drop it.” He snapped, glaring up at Wade. “I don’t need you playing Cupid here, you hear me? I swear to God, if I hear you that you’ve even said my name to anyone I’ll get the fuck out of here and never look back. I don’t need to be getting mixed up in any of that shit right now.”

Maybe years ago Logan would have been a flirt, he wasn’t new to women or relationships, but he had been through too much. He had lost too much. He’d never admit it, but the truth was, the infamous Wolverine was scared. Scared of intimacy, scared of getting attached, scared of loss, scared of you. Still, this didn’t change the fact that he had been secretly watching you leave your apartment through the safety of the peephole of his own door. And yeah, maybe if you weren’t so loud coming out of your apartment he wouldn’t know your schedule within a week. Like what time you wake up to leave for work or school, or what time you come home. What days you take your trash out or do your laundry. And when he found one of your sweaters lying around the apartment when he first moved in, what should he have done with it? He was holding onto it for safe keeping. And yeah, he knew it was yours, but only because your sugary perfume clouded his nostrils and made his head feel fuzzy. It was so recognizable, he knew immediately the sweater was yours. Maybe if you wouldn’t drown yourself in the body mist he wouldn’t instinctively know when you were just in the hall, he told himself. It wasn’t his fault he had animalistic smelling.

He couldn’t, however, find an excuse for how he’d hesitate in front of his door, watching for the elevator to stop at your shared floor, wait for the doors to open and inhale the scent of your panties from down the hall once you saw him, then he’d unlock his door and rush in quickly. Sometimes if he was unlucky he’d steal a glance of your full body out of the corner of his eye.

None of this meant anything though. He could contain the animalistic urges he had towards you. Especially when he caught a glimpse of your thigh when you knelt to pick up a dropped grocery. He could handle himself when he heard your thick, sweet laugh through walls when watching a show or movie. But at the same time, what harm would it cause if he touched himself while inhaling the scent of your hair, sweat and perfume through your abandoned sweater late at night? And keeping it locked away in a locked dresser wasn’t creepy, it was just there until you asked Wade to look around for it.

He could handle himself from a distance. He knew this. He knew his limits.

He had been woken up from the couch after a long afternoon of drinking and despair by a loud “SURPRISE!” followed by laughter and clapping. He did not know there was a party going on, let alone a party for you. He was completely blindsided when you were standing within ten feet of him, in his living area, talking to Al and Wade and the others, laughing that sweet laugh

Shit..

Where could he escape? The front door was no longer an option, everyone was clustered in front. Maybe he could make a run for it through the bedroom and out the window? Or maybe take his chances down the escape ladder through the-

“Sleeping beauty has awaken!”

Shit.

Before you could blink, Wade was pulling you through the small cluster of friends to the couch, where a very confused, very hung over, very huge piece of man stood like a deer in headlights. This was your first time seeing him up close, and shit was he alluring. His hair was untamed and messy from his interrupted sleep, his thick brows furrowed. Frown lines prominent as his large muscles twitched under his shirt-

“Hey, his eyes are up there you horn dog.” Wade publicly snapped you back into reality. Immediately flustered, you began trying to save the situation that was doomed from the start.

“I wasn’t looking at- I wasn’t even doing anything, Wade!”

“It’s okay, I know you weren’t. He’s just a moron.” He put an understanding hand up as he spoke. Fuck his voice was so deep and low, almost a growl. It felt rich and threw shivers straight to the back of your throat and straight into the dark jeans you wore. You swallowed. Hard.

After an awkward greeting, Wade had basically pushed a drink into both of your hands and left you to fend for yourself. Logan took a seat on the couch, the worn furniture dipping under his weight. He was clearly uncomfortable. He kept his eyes low, rarely meeting yours. He threw his arm over the head of the couch, spreading his knees. He pulled out a cigar and gestured to it. You couldn’t tell if he was offering you one or asking if you’d mind if he smoked, you shook your head no to both. You politely sat next to him, pulling your legs under yourself next to him.

Unfortunately, this man was not the easiest to speak to.

“So, Logan. You’re new.” You fidget with the cup in your hands.

He lets out a low “Mhm” while taking a puff, then lets smoke pool out of his mouth and drizzle out of his nose, before speaking again. “Yeah. Don’t really know how I ended up here. Just, kind of did.”

You nod, looking around the room. 2016-2018 pop hits played on the pink Hello-Kitty speaker Wade had bought for himself, now sitting on the kitchen table next to the drinks. Various characters lounged around the apartment chatting and eating pizza and drinking.

“Seen you around, y’know.”

You turn to face him again.

“Oh?” You ask, sipping your drink.

He nods in return. “If you need help bringing groceries up to your room or somethin’, you can just let me know. Heard you drop a few things before.” His top lip twitches just the slightest in what you assume is his version of a smile. He puts the cigar back into his mouth and chews.

You furrow your brows at the sarcastic banter. “Oh yeah? Didn’t know I had a stalker.” You bite back, smiling while doing so.

“Not stalking you, kid. Just minding my own business and getting interrupted every two seconds by my noisy neighbor.”

After this, the two of you spoke more fluid. Relating in Wade’s schemes and circumstances became a common interest. You felt yourself becoming more and more comfortable with the man’s presence. After your second drink, your leg rested against the rough denim of his thick thigh. He said nothing about it, so you continued to speak to him. You were unaware of what he was thinking or feeling.

He was freaking the fuck out. Especially when you asked him to go outside with him to get some air. He agreed, and the two of you slipped out of your own party. The night was dark as you walked through the city-lit pathway to the side of the building. Logan watches you and takes another puff of his cigar as you stretch in the open air. You sigh, relieved to be out of the stuffy room.

You could feel his eyes on you. The heat and heaviness of his lingering eyesight, watching your every move as if you were his prey. It made you nervous. It made you intrigued. You wanted to be in his sight, and he wanted to keep watching you.

“You shouldn’t smoke so much, shit’s awful for you you know.” You say, leaning on the brick building next to the tall, muscular figure.

He gives you a slow, sharp smirk in return, his canines showing through resting on the cigar.

Your heart begins to thump and he looks deep into your eyes, like he sees through you.

You let out a shaky exhale as your smile fades and take a step closer to him. He takes the cigar out of his mouth and looks down at you, shaking his head.

“You don’t want this, kid.”

You pause, trying to read his face in the dim lighting. “I do, and I think you do too.” You speak low and soft, like if you’re too sudden with your movements he’ll get startled and dash away. You slowly raise a hand and rest it on his hard, warm chest. You feel it rise and lower, he’s heaving now.

You bring your face up, closer to his. He doesn’t move, so you whisper into his own lips, “Logan, it’s okay.”

The light encouragement is what he needed. He looks down at your parted lips, pushes the lit cigar into the brick wall next to you, putting it out and dropping it, before muttering back,

“Well, you are the birthday girl.”

He leans down to give you what you’ve been asking him for, and what he’s been yearning for. He kisses you, slow and respectful at first, stepping in front of you. He puts his large, rough hand in between your head and the jagged building, protecting you as he pushes you against the wall. You bring a soft hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down farther into your space. He tastes like alcohol and smoke, and you couldn’t get enough. The kiss gets sloppier as you welcome his tongue into your mouth. You look at his face through squinted eyes, only to see his brows furrowed in deep concentration and self-discipline as to not overstep. You shut your eyes again as you grab his other hand, dragging it to your waist. He lets out a soft, low groan in response to the contact of your skin. Your waist feels so soft and warm is his heavy grip. He softly paws at your side, then up your loose shirt. He pauses underneath your bra, and you arch your back in response.

He breaks away, a trail of saliva connecting the two of you momentarily before breaking. “This okay? You’re sure? I can touch you like this?” He’s almost pleading, even with all of the consent in your body. He looks down at you, eyes half lidded.

“Yes, Logan. Stop asking me.”

He nods, smiling slightly, and slowly shifts his long, thick fingers underneath the garment, and towards your chest. He brings his mouth to yours again, greedily taking and lapping at your mouth. The scent of your arousal intoxicates to him. You clench your legs together, to which Logan uses his thick, sturdy knee to break you open and apart. You feel exposed to him now, resting on his knee. The rough denim rubbing sends jolts to your throbbing core. The kissing is wet, his stubble rubs against your lips as he gently bites your tongue with his canines. His hand gently gropes your breast, while pushing his knee against your dampening soft area. He brings his calloused hand down back to your waist, slowly guiding your hips to rock against his knee. He uses his other hand against your head to gently grip your hair and push your head closer against his mouth.

Logan didn’t get you a birthday present, but he was definitely making up for it.

[musevinnie]

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part 2 of love at first sight / @imalexainurarea

Description : It's been 6 months since you and Vinnie first met, one night you are spending the night at his place rethinking of how everything came to be

Warning: smut. oral f!receiving. praise. riding. unprotected sex

a/n- not to proud of how it came out.

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It has been 6 months since you and Vinnie first met. In those 6 months you both got super close and he has asked you to be his girlfriend. It still feels unreal to you.

Right now you are over at Vinnie's place. He is streaming in his stream room and you are in his other room laying on his bed. Just thinking about everything that has happened.

Flashback to 6 months ago

You and Giana have returned to the hotel lobby, you both were staying at. You still were blushing and gushing over the photos.

"I've met him. Ive actually met him" you said to Giana.

All she did was chuckled. She was very happy for you.

You posted the photo to your instagram story and tagged him on it. Not thinking he would actually see it. You put your phone away and you and Giana both made your way to the hotel room.

Once in the hotel room Giana went into the bathroom to take a quick shower. You were laying in the bed just looking over the pictures. In that moment you got a notification.

VinnieHacker replied to your story: It was nice meeting you today beautiful

Your heart stopped and you had to do a double take. You tried to calm your excitement. You waited at least 10 minutes to reply back.

After the 10 minutes have passed you send a quick reply.

It was nice meeting you too. Thank you for stopping to take a quick pic

A minute didn't even passed when Vinnie texted back.

I hope I'm not too forward but I would like to see you again. If you can would you like to meet up tomorrow?

You couldn't sleep the whole night. You were excited and nervous at the same time.

Night came and went and right now you are getting ready. You didn't want to go over the top, you didn't want to scare him away.

You were adding a few sprays of perfume when you heard a knock the door. You knew it was Vinnie. Last night while you two were messaging, you both discovered you are staying at the same hotel. He's only one floor above you.

You grabbed your purse and head to the door and opened it and there he was. Looking handsome as ever.

"Hi Vinnie." you smiled

He chuckled and kissed your cheek. "Hi beautiful, ready to go?" he hold out his arm.

You giggled and took it. The whole day was you and Vinnie getting to know each other more. He showed you around Paris.

He did get stopped a few times from fans and you would step aside to not get in the way.

The night was coming to an end. Something you and Vinnie both didn't want. When you and Vinnie were in the elevator of the hotel, you spoke up.

"I would invite you to my room but I'm pretty sure Giana is there"

He took your hand. "We could go up to mine if like"

You blushed and nodded. "O o okay"

Vinnie lead you both to his room.

You walked into the room standing in front of the bed while he closed the door. He came up and wrapped his arms around you.

You turned around to face him and he moved his hands to your face.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked

All you could do was nod. He let out a soft chuckle.

"Baby as much as I'm dying to feel your lips on mine, I wont do so not until I hear you give me verbal consent."

He smiled and looked into your eyes lovingly.

"So I will ask again. May I kiss you baby?"

"Yes Vinnie"

And without a second thought his lips were on yours. As you both kept kissing you both fell back on the bed. Vinnie was on top of you and moved his hand to the buttons of your blouse.

"Can I baby?"

Once again you nodded. He chuckled and kissed your neck.

"What did I say about your words baby?"

You whimpered. "Yes Vinnie, please. Anything you wanna do yes."

Vinnie slowly un did the buttons of your blouse. Vinnie did not want to rush any of this. He didn't want this to be a simple fuck. What Vinnie wanted was to make love. Make love like he never did before.

As Vinnie got to the last button of your blouse he took it off and dropped it to the floor. He lean down kissed your collarbone.

His hands moved to unclasp your bra.

He took it off and kisses your breast. "You're so perfect" he murmured.

"So perfect. My perfect pretty girl" he kissed and praised you.

He went to pull down the waistband of your skirt and panties looking at you for permission.

"Yes Vinnie yes." you moaned

Vinnie kissed your lips once more before pulling them off and throwing them somewhere across the room.

He put your legs over his shoulder and kissed your thighs whispering praises at you. He licked and sucked at your clit.

You pulled him up by his shirt and kissed him, tasting yourself on his tongue.

In between kisses you spoke. "It's not fair Im fully naked while you still are fully clothes"

He chuckled. "Undress me baby"

And within minutes Vinnie's clothes were scattered across the room. You and Vinnie kept kissing and touching each other.

In one swift moved you moved on top of Vinnie and sinked down on him. Vinnie let out a moan and was holding onto your hips. You threw your head back and started to move up and down on him.

"Oh baby you look so perfect on top of me. You're so beautiful, so perfect"

You were so close to coming Vinnie could feel it. "Is my pretty girl close? Come on beautiful. Cum all over my cock. Can you do that for me pretty girl?"

That is all it took for you. You came all over Vinnie's dick. You pulled out and fell onto the bed cuddling closer to Vinnie.

He smiled and kissed the top of your head whispering praises.

You looked up at him. "Wait you didn't get to finish-"

Vinnie shushed and kissed you. "This wasn't about me pretty this was about you that all I care about"

End of flashback

You were taken out of your thoughts by a light slap on your ass. You looked up at Vinnie. He chuckled and got onto the bed with you.

"What are you thinking of princess" He said giving you a kiss on the lips

You giggled, "Just how much I love you baby"

He pulled you on top of him and kissed your neck.

"I love you more princess. Being with you is like a dream."

[mattsturnswife]

𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓!

"matt babe" i say turning to look at my boyfriend as he picks up my suitcase . he turns to face me with a toothy grin, i proudly smile back at him before interrupting our moment. "we gotta check out of the hotel now, come on lets go to the elevator." I grab matts free hand and switch my purse to the other hand.

as the two of us walk down the hallway and into the elevator i feel matt grip my hand tighter. once we step inside theres a loud crack, but we have no choice to ignore it since the stairs werent an option. i quickly press the button. "its okay baby were gonna be okay" i kiss his shoulder trying to comfort him. "i know i just hate these stupid elevators." he says softly looking down at me. "its okay this ones gonna be safe." i tip toe and ruffle his hair, he gives me an annoyed look in response.

"only a few floors left" i say looking back to matt. "thank god, this has to be one of the slowest elevators ive ever been on." i laugh at his reluctancy to like the elevator and just grab his hand in response.

suddenly at floor 4 the elevator stops, i smile and move a little to the side assuming someone was about to step in. after about thirty seconds the door never opens. "uhh what the fuck" i say confused. "y'n." matt calls for my attention, "i think the elevators stuck.." i say reaching my hand out for matts shoulder. "y/n what do we do-" matt says panickedly.

"hey hey its gonna be okay." i quickly start to comfort him. "but" he starts to drop my bags and picks at his nails. "matt hey its gonna be okay." i grab his hand and let him play with my rings as i use my other finger to press the big red button reading 'EMERGENCY'

"im gonna facetime nick to help calm you down okay? there should be people coming" i feel his fidgeting with my hand pick up the pace. "okay thank you i love you." i hug him briefly before picking up my phone and calling nick, but he doesnt pick up. "fuck its okay matt" i say trying to make the situation better. i kiss his temples and lean into his body as he plays with my hair.

after a few minutes of just holding eachother silently breathing we feel the elevator stark to shake lightly and matt grips me tighter. "woah its okay! i bet that means they are trying to open it." i say kissing his jaw from above me. suddenly the elevator shakes alot and matt's breathing starts to pick up. "matty its gonna be totally fine" i pray briefly in hopes that i was right.

"HELLO?" i hear a mans voice yell from the other side of the elevator. "hello?!" matt yells back sounding a little timid. "yay matt someones here!" "hello! can you open the door?" i shout back to the man outside. "yes ma'am give us about 30 minutes can you hold off till then?" he asks while the elevator starks shaking a bit more. "Yes thank you!!" i shout back and grab matts hand and drag us both to the floor.

"just thirty minutes thats not that bad?" i ask matt looking into his eyes. "yeah i guess" he rests his head against the wall with a bang "isnt there a gym here?" i ask trying to cheer the pouty boy up. "oh my god your so right there is, matt says pulling out his phone to play pokemon go. "lets fight it together yeah?" i ask while copying matts actions. "sure babe" he gives me a toothy grin and kisses my cheek while we both wait out the current situation.

© mattsturnswife - reblogs are always appreciated

p.s

ve had this in my drafts for a month and ive never been stuck in an elevator so idk how accurate this is also i got a lil lazy at the end oops! - cora

[purityonice]

💙 BRANCH X AUTISTIC! READER 💙

calming you down.

Requested? Yeah :)

TW// panic attack!

Also sorry if i got this wrong dont be afraid to correct me!!!

im sorry i havent been posting ive just been busy plus i had mad writers block!!

Branch knew you were different, thats why he liked hanging around you.

You two had so much in common and he felt like you were the only one that got him. Even his best friend Poppy didn’t get him like you did.

He never knew why you were so against taking off your headphones or joining in on any of the parties but he was glad for it.

So he knew that when Poppy decided to throw another massive party just for funsies you would come knocking at his door. But not how he expected you to.

“B-Branch! open the door please!” You cried out desperately your hands covering your ears as you crouched down staring at his trapdoor. A loud bang and a bright flash assaulted you as loud cheering could be heard from a mile away.

Poppys parties had become so much more intense after the truce with the Bergens and this one was the worst.

Branch leaned on his lever as he yawned adorned in his robe and coffee in his hand unaware of your predicament. The elevator came to a stop as he began to undo his series of locks, the sound of the party drowning out your whimpers.

The final lock was undone and he swung open the trap door, your scared face looking down at him trembling trying to calm yourself down.

Branch’s face dropped as guilt bubbled up inside him, wondering how long you had been waiting for him. Quickly grabbing you and pulling you inside, closing the door and locking it again.

As you writhed from the sudden contact the bunker was alot quieter than outside, the music was muffled by the underground walls while you swayed back and forth on the ground. The feeling on the elevator soothing you abit as it began to descend.

“Are you alright? you dont look so good.” Branch finally spoke his voice laced with worry as he lowered himself down to your level.

You couldn’t respond your body was to letting you speak as Branch sat besides you.

He knew what was going on all to well.

“uhm- I have this place that I go to when i’m feeling overwhelmed… do you want to go there?” He said softly his eyes gazing your body as you shook your head yes. A soft warmth in his stomach grew happy that youre starting to reapond to him.

“I also have this technique to help want to try it? its going to be awhile before we get there my bunker is pretty big.” Branch asked his eyes never leaving you waiting for you to respond. After you agreed he got right into it.

“Okay just think of three things you see, hear, and smell. it always helps me.” He yawned out streching his legs as you stimmed beside him.

your eyes darting around the little elevator walls as rooms passed by.

Storage room, dirt, Branch

Branch looked at you as you stared at him a heat rising on your face as you closed your eyes to hear better your thoughts begining to calm down as you swayed back and forth.

The elevator gears moving, very faint music, Branch

Branch was shuffling around in his spot his soft grunts as he got up from his place probably to quickly grab some stuff knowing him. His body plopped softly on the floor besides you again a soft jingling following.

Keeping your eyes closed as you began to smell the area that surrounded you a soft pop was heard but never the less you continued, this was really working.

Oil, dirt, Branch.

He smelt pleasant like fresh from the shower nice, the would explain the robe. Your eyes remained shut as you soaked in Branches scent not realising that he was now speaking to you. He snapped his fingers infront of your face to grab your attention.

Your eyes flutters open to a few fireflies illuminating the area the soft buzzes of their bodies was so nice as they danced infront of you both.

“You smell so nice Branch.” You said bluntly while your eyes were still locked on the bugs that flew ahead of you. He was taken a back and let out a chuckle as you started to shuffle closer towards him.

“This is so nice thank you for helping me Branch.” your voice was soft leaning your head on his shoulder as you listened to his breathing.

Branchs body was stiff feeling you drape your head on his a his body heated. A dorky smile on his face as he looked into your eyes full of light. A soft smile plastered on your face while you just let your surroundings soak in.

“So did you still want to goto the room I was talking about earlier?” Branch said feeling you nod against his shoulder you interwined your hand with his as you looked up at him.

“Yes please.”

[spiderlandry]

Murder Party — ethan landry

Description: You’re the only one who knows where Ethan’s costume is from. You quickly realize you both have more in common than you originally thought.

Pairing: Ethan Landry x GN!Reader

Warnings: ghostface ethan is implied, also some sinister energy coming from reader, alcohol consumption (not by reader), mentions of canon typical violence/mentions of murder

Word Count: 1.2k

Author’s note: thank u for the support ive been getting lately!! i appreciate all ur comments and likes and reblogs :] also has anyone else seen murder party? i feel like im the only one lol

At Chad’s request, you attended the one of the frat parties being held for the upcoming Halloween. It wasn’t unusual, you often got invited to parties because of your connection to some people in the football team, like Chad, who you’ve tutored a few times. However, you almost always never went to any of them—except this one.

You were willing to give it a chance. One, because it was almost Halloween and nobody deserved to be alone during that. And two, because Chad said, I have somebody I wanna set you up with.

Chad didn’t know you too well besides what you’ve talked about in the tutoring sessions, so you wondered what could’ve possibly made him think he had the ability to set you up. But you went anyway, out of morbid curiosity. What was the harm?

That’s what brought you to this moment, in the dimly lit kitchen of this random house, the smell of sweat and alcohol floating through the air as you raided the fridge for a soda. The red jumpsuit you wore was just a tad bit too tight and restricted your movement, and you held your scissors in one hand while you took a coke from the shelf.

Ethan wandered the unfamiliar hallways of the house until he found escape from the mass of moving bodies, ones dancing to the music and stumbling around like a bunch of newborn deer. That was how he ended up in the kitchen, leaning against a cabinet, thankful for some space. The kitchen was empty.

“There’s no guy with an axe after you, is there?”

He was wrong. His head snapped to the voice, a sweet sound almost music to his ears, and saw somebody sitting on the counter right at the corner. How could he not have seen you?

“I’m sorry, what?” He didn’t catch it the first time, frankly because he didn’t think anyone was there at all.

You laughed, an even sweeter sound that he must’ve missed out on all his life. “Your costume,” You sipped from a coke in your hand then nodded to his makeshift knight outfit. “It’s Christopher. From Murder Party.”

He looked down at himself, as if he didn’t know what he was wearing. But he met your eyes once more when he realized someone finally knew it. “Yeah!” Cringing at sounding too excited, he toned it down. “Yeah. It is. And no, there’s no guy with an axe after me.”

“No Bill?”

“God, no.” He shook his head, flashing you with a wide grin, unable to help himself. He walked closer toward you. “You know, you’re the only who knows my costume.”

“To be fair,” You smirked. “It is kind of niche. You a big fan of horror comedy?”

He nodded, “Grew up with them. You?”

You shook your head. “More of a fan of elevated horror.”

That was when he processed what you were wearing, and saw the large scissors on the spot beside you. “You’re a tethered. From Us, right?”

“Yep,” You pursed your lips into a thin smile. “Can’t really beat Jordan Peele.”

Something, like a shadow, passed over your face for a singular moment that was difficult to miss. But you recovered quickly and continued the conversation.

“You don’t seem like a party guy,” You commented, more of an observation.

“I’m not, no. Not at all.”

“Me neither. Hate drinking.”

“Why are you here, then?”

You rolled your eyes at the reminder. “Some guy on the football team said he wanted to set me up with somebody. Don’t know where he is.”

“How do you know he didn’t just invite you here for himself?” Ethan got more confident as time went on, maybe it was the shots Chad had him take.

“He doesn’t seem like that guy.”

“How do you know he is who he says he is?”

By then, Ethan had gotten a little bit closer since the music was turned up. You didn’t mind the proximity though, and it seemed that he liked it.

“I don’t,” Your eyes narrowed. “But I’m a pretty good judge of character.”

He raised his brows. “Are you?”

It dawned on you that you never asked for his name. “What’s your name?”

“Ethan,” he breathed shallowly, seeing that you were only a few inches away from him. “You?”

“Y/N.” You held out your free hand, “Nice to meet you.”

Despite his sweaty hands, he took it.

A booming voice interrupted your slowly inching faces, to both of your disappointment.

“There you are!” You saw Chad at the end of the hall, then he did a double take. “And you! You guys know each other?” He was definitely a little drunk, from the slurring of his words.

“N—no, we don’t. We just met.” Ethan replied. Was he supposed to know you?

Chad strutted closer and gestured to you with a solo cup in his hand. “So, thoughts?”

You were taken aback. “Thoughts on what?” There was no way he was asking what you thought he was asking.

“On Ethan!” He shouted over the music. “He’s the one I wanted you to meet.”

He was. You sighed, biting your lip. You looked at Ethan, who was gaping and clueless right next to you.

Before you could say anything, a woman in an orange jack o’lantern top tapped Chad on the shoulder. “Hey, big guy.” He turned around. “You’re needed.”

Chad left on fast feet, leaving you and Ethan.

“For the record,” you tilted your head, leaning closer to him again. “I was gonna say I liked talking to you. I don’t know you that well yet, but I think we’d get along.”

He was relieved upon hearing that, to say the least. “I—I liked talking to you, too.”

You took out your phone from your back pocket, unlocking it, and pushing it in his direction. It was a few seconds until he understood, mainly because nobody had ever done that to him before.

“You want my number?” He needed to clarify that.

“Why else would I give you my phone?”

Ethan laughed. He may be nervous, but not once has he felt embarrassed in your presence. There was no one in the world who could do that to him, besides you.

He put his contact as ‘Ethan :)’ and saved it, closing the phone. As he handed it back to you, it lit up and something caught his eye in that millisecond that he saw your lockscreen. It was you with someone else.

“Who’s that?” He asked out of curiosity. Why did the woman in your lockscreen look familiar?

“Oh,” you sighed. “That’s Amber. She’s my best friend.” You didn’t feel like going into it right now, but by Ethan’s name and matching the description in your head, you had a feeling he was the one you were looking for. Richie’s family that Amber told you about who were just as crazy as him.

It dawned on Ethan. But there was a commotion by the stairs that caught both your ears—one of them sounded like Chad’s voice.

You checked it out, standing right next to Ethan when you finally saw the woman you’d been waiting for—the sole reason you offered to tutor Chad.

Tara Carpenter, the one who killed your best friend.

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Additional A/N: i didnt know where this was going when i began writing so it ended up here…for some reason. originally it was non-gf ethan and reader meet cute but i thought i’d switch it up. the backstory here is that amber and y/n are childhood friends and went to different schools, hence why core four doesnt know them. kind of a plot hole but! its whatever. idk. i also wrote in past tense bc it just felt right

[wonik1ss]

౨ৎ The Office of IVE ! — an yujin [ 1.0k ]

000. an empty office [ fully written ] | masterlist

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a/n : just a little background !

“ok that is everything ! I hope you all have a great first day.. good luck”. for the first time in fourth minutes you actually paid attention. leaving the room with the other transfers. the blonde girl pointed all over the place and started leading people to their desks.

“you didn’t pay attention either.. right?”. your head whipped to the side.

“oh yeah.. I’ve been working here for a year or two so I’m fine”. the shorter girls eyes went wide.

“I’ve only been working for four months.. I just got transferred because my boss was sick of me”. you laughed.

“we-“

“glasses following me”. the blonde girl didn’t even dare to look at you; she snapped her fingers and you waved good by to your new friend.

“this is your desk.. the post it note tells you what to do.. ask your boss if anything goes wrong for help..”. as you sat down, you looked up and the girl was already gone.

as you got to work you heard a small commotion.

“you heard that too?”. you jumped and the shorter girl yelled.

“ya..”

“oh I’m yeojin by the way..”. yeojin wheeled her chair around and you did too, you told her yours too. she shook your hand and then turned to face your bosses office.

“guess the glass was a bad decision then..”. you chuckled. a bunny looking girl threw papers at your boss and was coming your way. you and yeojin quickly went back to your cubicles.

“see ! one of your so called ‘workers’ are to busy.. shopping ! to even do there fucking job”. your mouth dropped open as the bunny girl pointed at you.

“you are so lucky your even here you know that..?”. the girl for closer and closer to you.

“your a little piece of shit in this b-“

“I think that’s enough nayeon”. your boss stepped infront of you and as she did nayeon shock her head and stormed out the office.

“ITS FUCKING MRS. IM TO TOU YUJIN”. you stared at the open door as nayeon tapped furiously on the elevator buttons.

“are you ok.. I understand if you want a day off.. I can-“. you waved your hands.

“oh no no I just got here I’m fine!”. that would be the first and last day you would see yujin show an once of cate until gaeul came. for a few days she always peered into yujin’s room. she never had much to do so you thought poor girl. which lead you to go up to her ever so often to start a conversation. the first one started with a freshly made coffee and muffin for her.

“oh your really didn’t need-“

“she won’t bite you..”. the girl scoffed.

“I.. I know that!”

“you don’t act like you do..!”. from their on your and gaeul joked about your scary boss. and every once in a while you would see yujin smile at you. next came rei. she came a few months later and took the cubicle right next to you.

she was shy like gaeul but anytime you tried to strike up a conversation she would shut it down real quick. that was until one day you saw her playing fortnite on her office computer.

the next day a few minutes before work was supposed to be over you and rei cornered her in her cubicle.

“I-“

“we know you like fortnite..”. gaeul said arms crossed.

“so we wanted to know if you would go to a pc bang with us..”. rei’s ears perked up at your words.

“that is..”. gaeul laughed and then straightened up when she saw Rei was bewildered.

“a big place with computers.. like a at home gaming set times a million”. rei’s smile went from ear to ear.

next was wonyoung. she was special. since yujin actually talked to her like she was an actual person. multiple times you had saw the girl sitting on one of the multiple tables in her office while wonyoung rolled her eyes.

wonyoung was different, it was obvious she was smart but also obvious that she was hired halfy for her personality. you tilted your head at the lollipop sta on your keyboard.

“jinnie said you liked them”. you jumped as wonyoung popped her head into your cubicle.

“how does sh-“

“she.. she’s your boss.. I mean our boss ofcourse she knows”. from then on random sweets and knick nacks appeared in your cubicle. which confused liz the next new hire a few months later.

“who.. who leaves those?”. you turned to the girl to your left and smiled.

“oh my friend wonyoung.. wony for short”. the girl pulled out a yellow note pad, scribbled something down and then smiled at you. a few days later a bunch of random gifts showed up in everyone’s cubicles.

a week later, boxes of donuts were ordered for the office with small letter of encouragement. the way liz smiled at you all showed it could only be her who did this.

your smiled as you walked into work. you had max such wonderful friends over the-

“mrs. y/l/n please come to my office please”. you stopped daydreaming and fast walked to yujin’s office. your head tilted at the little girl sitting in the chair just at her door.

“sorry to bother you but.. we have afresh higher that I need you to.. show the ropes to..”

“it’s fine.. but weren’t the new huggers showed everything before work..?”. yujin nodded and but her lip.

“yes but.. lee.. this one didn’t get the email because she just got accepted.. as a six month intern”. you nodded.

“ok I’ll get right to it”. as you bowed and went to leave you saw yujin open her mouth and slowly close it. as you closed the door you turned to the girl.

“hi I’m-“

“y/n mrs. yujin told me”. you nodded.

“and your..”

“lee hyunseo !”. the girl sprung up from her seat and bowed. this not so empty office just got a new hire you were starting to grow really fond of.

[oswlld]

oswlld's monthly wrap up: may

note: i am trying something a bit different this year, so bear with me as i figure out how i want to format this. i wanted to spend more time sharing what i consume, beyond what i rb, and put my thoughts in one place. these posts are okay to rb

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Arsenic and Adobo, Mia P. Manansala [started 05/18, finished 06/03] I didn’t dip my toes into the light murder mystery genre until now and to be honest, I’m not sure if it’s working for me. But I have seen recommendations floating around this series with filipino characters and wanted to check it out. The main character, Lila, is eerily specific to my personal experiences and upbringing, but the writing feels severely lacking because I’m actively looking for more character development and depth. My best friend clarified that this genre doesn’t really flesh out the characters in the way I want it to. In the end, it just fell flat for me. I gave it 3.5⭐️ on storygraph (which might be generous) — Crying in H-Mart, Michelle Zauner [started 05/09, finished 06/09] Have you even got a book that you know that you’ll love, so you just end up avoiding it at all costs? This is a memoir that I needed to read this slowly because it just felt incredibly special. And so painful. If you’re a first gen aapi with a difficult relationship with your mother, this is going to be a LOT for you. Sobbing, snotty, the whole works. Take long breaks in between reads if you need it. I luckily saved the heaviest part of the book for when I was taking an impromptu trip to the lake, surrounded by so much sun, mist, and life. The world was comforting me and wiping away my tears. 5.0⭐️ on storygraph!!

23.5 Degrees, GMMTV [started: 03/08, dnf] I only had time to catch episode 9 in May. I thought I would be able to complete the series this month, but alas it might be a DNF. Please tell me that the adorable teachers got together! — Doctor Who, Disney+ [started: 05/10, in prog] It shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone that DW is on here. I am a DW blog first, multifandom blog second. I’m loving the spin RTD is taking with the show for this run, having the genre touch on the supernatural/mythical/fantasy. It still has the same DNA but it’s so fresh. I only caught the first two eps on premiere week and haven’t had the time to keep up with the show weekly, but I am catching up soon. — Murderville, Netflix [started 02/10, finished: 05/23] I forgot to include this in my february wrap up, but I watched eps 1-4 back then and finally got around to seeing the last two eps this month. This show is such a delight! I love the unique twist on the concept of procedural improv, where the guest star actually have to solve the case at the end of the ep. They’re not there to just play off the other actors, they invite themselves to interact with the plot without taking it too seriously. If this sounds right up your alley to turn your brain down to like… 25%, please check this out. — Attack on Titan [started: 05/26, in prog] I have quite a journey ahead of me, but I’m happy to report that I LOVED the first ep. What a strong start to my anime era! This is gonna be my summer obsession, I can just feel it. By the time this posts, I will have seen eps two and maybe three(??). Gimme them right now, in an IV please. — Devil’s Plan, Netflix [started: 04/23, ALMOST complete] Bestie and I are OBSESSED with this competition series and we just learned there will be a s2, YAYY! This isn’t a show where you can turn your brain off. Now that I think about it, I don’t think there’s been a challenge I fully understood until ep 10, but man is it fun watching the contestants figure it out. They’re all SO intelligent and SOOO charming. And the games are so creative and elevated, it makes the stakes so charged! We are a few min into ep 11, out of 12, and we are planning to finish it this week. I don’t want this show to endddd!

Whew! I thought I didn’t watch much this month, but I covered a lot of ground on the TV front huh.

Pedro, Netflix [watched on 05/05] First off, you’ll be delighted to know that the artist and subject matter of the film, Pedro Friedeberg, has two cats named Wikipedia and Netflix. What I find so refreshing about this documentary in particular is Pedro, the unwilling participant during the process. The filmmaker, Liora Spilk Bialostozky, takes great care in sharing her insecurities about it. Liora is not shy about her adoration for her favorite artist and Pedro is very firm with his boundaries when pressed about his personal life. It makes for a very delightful, yet tense friendship between the two. — Polite Society [watched on 05/31] This is still fresh in my mind but what a spectacular film! LOVE how it puts the sister bond in the forefront of this classic action film, as well as all the female friendships. It makes the tonal shift flow seamlessly because the heart of the film beats strong. The best scene was the KHAN vs KHAN fight sequence, Ria vs Lena. The bashing, the biting, and the blood! The choice to make the final blow be self-inflicted, especially when it targets my personal experience, really took this film to new heights. I want to just ‘This movie has EVERYTHING’ meme the hell out of this. It has weird girls, judgmental aunties, college dropouts who have an estranged relationship with making art, torture scenes through the use of leg waxing, reproductive autonomy, FEMALE RAGE! It deserves to be up there when people think of 10 Things I Hate About You and Clueless.

GÉNESIS, Peso Pluma [first time listening] Before Coachella, I knew very little about Peso Pluma but his live performance really shot him to the top of my list of artists to catch up on. When I was little, my dad always had corrido playing in his car radio and to this day, he still occasionally plays it in the garage. What I really admire about GÉNESIS is the modern twists the artist takes in the production and writing, perfectly paying homage to the traditional without it sounding dated. I think it’s largely due to his vocals. He doesn’t shy away from perfecting at the cost of being authentic and it shines in songs such as Rubicon and 77. The latter half of the album really packs a punch, it’s so hard to pick a favorite. Everything from Lady Gaga to the end is just banger after banger after banger. Having this album play in my car… I really do take after my father. — LAS LETRAS YA NO IMPORTAN, Residente [first time listening] I first heard of Residente from the song Immigrants (We Get the Job Done) from the Hamilton Mixtape. Even then, I made a mental note to get back to him, but lost track of time until I started listening to Peso Pluma. This compilation consists of 23 songs and it’s such a sublime experience from beginning to end! It’s cinematic, it’s heavy, it’s a party, AND it’s skipless. He has a level of talent that has me raging!!! HE’S SO GOOOOOOD TF?!?!? The first time I heard 313, I wrote a note on my phone with “hhhhhhhh???!?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!how dare he” and I stand by that statement. It’s almost six minutes long and not one second was wasted. Where Peso Pluma brings the traditional corrido to the present, Residente brings rap/hip-hop into the future. Whenever I get a chance to jump back into the album in the car, the songs I tend to gravitate towards are Artificial Inteligente, Cerebro, Yo No Sé Pero Sé, Que Fluya, and Las Letras Ya No Importan. This guy doesn’t miss, I hate him (affectionate). — Everything I Know About Love, Laufey [first time listening] This album is magnificent, I am UNWELL. The way I feel about this album is the same way I felt about Five Seconds Flat last summer: a feeling so bone deep, my soul begs for release. Bewitched was such a strong outing for me, so hearing little echos of it in the album before made the listen experience all the more enchanting. I’m so in love with this album. I’m actually convinced that Above the Chinese Restaurant is the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard. Ever. If I talk about this album more, it’s going to dig up so much of my deepest, darkest memories. I can’t… but also please talk to me about this album. — HIT ME HARD AND SOFT, Billie Eilish [first time listening] On gawd, what a stellar month for music, I can’t believe it! What a KNOCKOUT!! Billie and Finneas, I feel, have finally come home. They finally own their craft, refined it, and carved it into this marble masterpiece. Billie is more daring with her vocal range and exploring new avenues in her execution. The entirety of L’amour De Ma Vie was just me going “ARE YOU KIDDING ME????” 30 times over in the car. No but for real, is she joking? This is so ungodly, what am I supposed to do with myself?? HELP???? It’s a no-skip album, there is no top 5, no favorites list. It just is and it’s unbelievable that I can’t experience it for the first time all over again.

[the-kipsabian]

i have my two cents nobody asked for but i do have them

orange cassidy was one of the staple names of aew for me since the very beginning. he was one of the few kids from indies (hilariously enough, considering how old he is actually lol) that i knew beforehand and whos work i greatly enjoyed (janela and mjf being few others, for example), so ive been drawn to him since the very beginning of this company; hes one of the names that got me interested in aews potential, and what they could offer to me as an alternative, cause if they choose to hire him, they knew what they were doing

ive been in his corner since day one. be it comedy wrestling or any of this more serious stuff. him winning the belt was huge, and he continued to make it, he kept it important. hes the second ever international champion, and its already one of the most prestigious titles in this company. because of him, his title reign and how he defended it

watching oc go through all of this, the character growth through the months and how hes been dealing with all of this - especially with last weeks stadium stampede - has been.. i dont know if theres proper words for it, honestly. it sure has been something. the one thing thats sad about it is that people are finally getting behind him and seeing how fucking good he really is only after it all became serious like this, but also i get it. he is not everyones cup of tea, but boy howdy he should be. man so versatile he puts everyone else to shame fr

he has done so great. matchups nobody thought possible, and hes almost always come out on top. orange cassidy elevated not only his game throughout all of this, he elevated the entire game. his opponents, the whole ass fucking playing field. improvise. adapt. overcome. nobody do it in this game like orange cassidy

am i sad he lost the title to mox? yeah. all personal bias aside, i think we should have given him more time, mainly cause the last few weeks he has been absolutely insane and i wish we could have seen him build on that more. more talk time like hes been having, i dont say more blood orange cause thats.. twice is already so much. but more time to show this feral stray cat side of him, him talking shit and elevating even on that game, putting the money where his mouth is. we needed more of that honestly before he was dethroned and had to move on to hopefully a well deserved rest for a while, especially since what we got was absolutely incredible and got peoples attention. he deserves more than that, so people can be taking notice when he scoots over to world title pictures next cause lbr, thats where this superstar is heading

i do hope mox keeps this title growing. he is more than capable of it for sure, but also i just dont think we are ever seeing as hard of a title reign in this company as orange cassidys. that man is one of a kind, and so deserving of all of his roses that will ever come to his way. and i think, love him or hate him, everyone should give him those roses after all of this

thank you

[jobrookekarev]

The Beating of Two Hearts Chapter Ten

Chapter: Ten of Twelve

Words: 3,256

Summary: Jo talks with Carina about sneaking out and Alex talks with Cristina and Hayes about his anxiety and taking paternity leave.

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy.

Relationship: Alex Karev/Jo Wilson.

Characters: Alex Karev, Jo Wilson, Carina DeLuca, Cristina Yang, and Cormac Hayes.

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences.

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Fluff, Drama, Domestic, Marriage, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Light Angst, Parenthood, Menial Illness, Happy Ending.

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Jo was typing away on her laptop and working on the paper again. She watched her mouse, David Bowie, from a camera she had set up in the lap. At least this way she could still do what she wanted without having to sneak out. However, she was still hoping to get the results from the lab on David Bowie's latest blood test. His liver enzymes were slightly elevated. He was four years old now and she wanted to make sure he wasn't declining in health naturally or because of the mini livers. 

There was a knock at the door and Jo jumped with a start and slammed the laptop shut before she showed it under her pillow.

“Come in,” Jo yelled as she tried to act natural.

Carina walked to the room holding something behind her back. Jo sighed and held out her arm, turning away so she didn't have to see the IV being put in again. However, instead, Carina placed a cool drink in her hand. When Jo looked back Carina simply held a small container containing a few pills. Jo raised her eyebrow at her as she turned back around and took a sip from the drink. It was one of the mocktails they usually made for their patients after labor. Jo smiled as she tasted the red cherry flavoring that she liked. Carina still held out the pills and Jo took them with little reluctance. 

After she swallowed them Carina sat down and pulled the stool beside her. She didn't say anything for a half second and Jo wondered why as she studied Carina's expression. It was surprisingly natural. Yet, she would for sure Carina would give her another scolding and she had every right to.

“The pills I just gave you are, a prenatal, your heart pill, and the Tylenol as I know you still need it. This should be sufficient enough. So long as you stay hydrated, I see no reason for you to be on an IV including the fact that most of your medications can be taken orally.”

“What's the catch,” Jo said, narrowing her eyes at her, sensing that there was something more.

“There is none,” Carina said as Jo raised her eyebrows. “You are not at risk for preterm labor, and your baby is extremely healthy. If it was up to me I would discharge you this afternoon.”

“Really?” Jo asked in surprise. “Does Cristina or Alex know about this?”

“I've already talked with Cristina about it,” Carina said, but then she frowned. “However, it's Alex who isn't quite on board yet.”

“Of course,” Jo said with an eye roll.

“He is only worried for your safety, however overzealous.”

Jo nodded and she took another sip of her drink. “He's been really anxious recently. He doesn't sleep well and he's had nightmares. He barely eats and he complains of heartburn, but I know it's an anxious stomach. He's so worried about me, and I can see it in his eyes, but when I ask he says he's just tired. But I don't believe him.” 

“Nor do I,” Carina said with a nod.

“I don't know what to do,” Jo admitted to her as she looked down at her wedding rings. “When I was struggling with my mental health, I didn't want to talk to anybody, not even Alex. And I think he's feeling the same thing.”

“I know, Maya was the same way,” Carina said as she looked down as well, playing with her wedding rings. “However Alex has seen you take on your own mental health issues, and will follow your lead to better health, with a little pushing in the right direction.” 

Carina reached out and grasped one of Jo's hands, giving it a squeeze. Jo nodded as well. “I’ll talk to Cristina. I think in this situation she can help him more than anyone. And I need to apologize to you for the way I've been acting. I'm sorry.” 

Jo glanced back up at her, with a sheepish look as Carina gave her a small smile. Carina leaned forward and wrapped her in a hug. “I only worry for you, because I care about you Jo, deeply. You are a dear friend and a trusted colleague. I love you like a sister, I don’t want to lose you.” 

Jo agreed with the nod as she teared up. “I love you like a sister too.”

Carina smiled as she pulled Jo in for another hug. Carina clung to her before she sighed and let go, getting up and hanging Jo her phone. “You’re still an inpatient and you're grounded, and are to remain in your room until you're discharged. However, you are free to call Cristina and Alex. I hope you are able to help him.”

Jo nodded, she knew her punishment was only fair as she pulled up Cristina’s number and pressed call as Carina left her alone.

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“You have to do something about Jo,” Alex yelled as he burst into the office Cristina was working in. Cristina had texted him, to have him come talk to her about Jo. Alex was hoping that she could talk some sense into Jo and get her to stay in her room.

“What do you mean, specifically?” Cristina asked although she didn’t look up from the paper she was writing. She squinted even as she was wearing glasses.

“Well, I just mean that she's like she's running all over the hospital. No one can find her and she takes out her IV. I just found her working in her lab with mice,” Alex explained as he started pacing in front of her.

“Oh yeah the mini livers, how's that going?” Cristina asked, finally looking up at him. 

“I don't know,” Alex said, throwing up his hands. “She said something about trials, but that's still probably at least a year away. I worry about her. She shouldn't be with mice, especially unhealthy ones. What if they bite her or give her some kind of disease? With her heart, she can’t survive that.”

Cristina shrugged and he glared at her then shook his head.

“But this is what I'm talking about. She's completely distracted and focused on working rather than healing like she should be. She should be resting in bed. She should be, I don't know, knitting baby stuff or something.”

“Jo knitting?” Cristina scoffed with a laugh. 

“Well I mean she could if she wanted to,” Alex said as he looked over at her. 

“Alex, what's your heart rate?” Cristina asked, pausing and finally shutting the laptop as she looked up at him. 

“I don't know,” Alex said, pausing as he listened to his heartbeat for a second. “Maybe 120 or something.” 

 Cristina rolled her eyes. “Well put your fingers to your neck and test for it.”

“Why is this important?” Alex continued his pacing, but Cristina got up and stopped him as she put her hands on his shoulders and put her fingers against his neck. 

Alex paused for a breath. He was breathing heavily, but he had been pacing back and forth and running all over the hospital looking for Jo. They had also just had a fight and his emotions were high. 

“Your heart rate is elevated, 187,” Cristina said as she moved his hand to his shoulder giving it a squeeze. “I'm sure your blood pressure isn't much better.”

Cristina pulled out a cuff and placed it on his arm as she took his blood pressure, she frowned at the results and showed it to him. Alex looked up in surprise. “That can't be right, that's way too high okay.”

“Come on, let's go sit down and take a couple of deep breaths,” Cristina said as Alex nodded and they both went over to the couch.

Alex said he knew what she was doing as he let out a sigh. Before he breathed in and out. He remembered the song the kids used to sing, ‘One little breath blew away the clouds.’ As he breathed out. ‘Then in came the sun and melted the snow.’ He often sang it with Helena and Luna as it helped them with their meltdowns and tantrums.

He sat down next to Cristina as she took his blood pressure again and smiled. “Much better.”

“What's the point of all this though?” Alex asked, calmly, but he wasn’t sure where she was going with all this. 

“When was the last time you had a panic attack?” Cristina softly asked him as he shook his head.

“It was when Jo was rushed into surgery.”

“Let me rephrase this, when was the last time your chest was so tight you couldn't breathe?”

“Are you saying that I'm having heart issues now?” 

“No, but I'm guessing the last time you felt that was, was this afternoon, when Jo wasn't there in her room.

“It’s not that she wasn't there, it’s that no one could find her. She could have a heart attack. What if she had died or gone into preterm labor? Or….”

“Alex, why don’t you look at the numbers?” Cristina said, pulling up her computer again and pulling out Jo's latest test results.

He looked over the labs and the stress test results, including the echo that played on the computer. Her heart is strong, there was no denying it. 

“I recommended that she be discharged as of tomorrow and Carina and I both agree. Maggie said she'll take up monthly appointments with Jo until the baby's born and after that every 6 months. She'll get an echo and a stress test and she'll send me the results, but I've also booked a plane home for tonight.”

“You're leaving now? But what if….” 

“Alex, take a breath again.”

Alex growled but did as he was told. He took a deep breath, letting the tightness in his chest uncurl and subside for the moment.

“Your wife is healthy again, you don't need me to babysit her anymore. You can go home and I'm going to go home too.” 

 “But what if….” Alex trailed off as he felt his chest tighten. The anxiety curled inside of him like a spring on a Jack in the box, ready to burst open at any minute.

“Jo said you've been having trouble sleeping.”

“Yeah, but I just have a lot on my plate with Jo and the girls, puls Luna stopped sleeping through the night so I did too and Helena is suddenly biting at daycare so I have to pick her up early and Jo naps during the day and then is up early in the morning and late a night….” 

Cristina raised an eyebrow at him, not believing his justifications. “Carina said Jo’s sleeping well and that Luna only wakes up once in the middle of the night but goes back down easy. I can’t say for the biting thing that’s your department.”

Alex laughed a little as he ran his hand over his face. “But I don't, stare up at the ceiling and worry. I'm always going to worry about my wife and our daughters, you can’t change that.”

“There's worrying about life and then there’s anxiety. Alex, I think it might be wise to make an appointment with your GP to discuss therapy and potential anti-anxiety medication.”

“I don't know if I’m there yet,” Alex said with a shake of his head.

 Cristina just gave him a soft smile. “I think we might be.”

Alex looked away from her, staring at the wall as his chest tightened again. An image of Jo laying on the hospital bed, her eyes not focusing on him and telling him that she didn't feel well. Cristina put a hand on his back and rubbed up and down. That brought him back as he let out a shaky breath. 

He didn't realize he was crying until the tears fell onto his lap and Cristina offered him a tissue. It was like a release of emotions that had been building up for the past month. All of that fear, and anxiety, and worry, and stress of the situation, came pouring out as he cried. Cristina just rubbed his back and offered him tissues. She didn't make fun of him, she never would and for that he was grateful. 

He remembered when he first told Cristina that he loved Jo. Lying on her bed in her room staring up at the ceiling admitting his love for Jo for the first time. Back then he was scared, but it was a different kind of fear, the kind of rejection and heartbreak. If he knew then what he knew now, he would have punched Myers before he had the chance to hurt Jo. He would have loved her sooner and helped her divorce Paul before he lashed out at Andrew. He would have kissed her, loved her, and married her again in a heartbeat. Looking at their life now, he knew that it was all worth it. Even if it meant having to go through all this again. But, he was desperate to get back to the way things were before her heart failed, or at least to have a new normal again.

“I think therapy would be good,” Alex finally admitted as he wiped away the last of the tears with a nod. 

“I’ll help you make an appointment with a therapist today, but first I think you should talk to Jo and make up with her,” Cristina said, giving him a little nudge and Alex agreed with another nod. 

“Will you at least stay for dinner? If Jo gets discharged maybe we could have dinner at Meredith's house,” Alex asked. “I feel like we haven't really spent any time with you and Meredith, just the three of us.” 

“Why don’t you both meet me in the pits after you've made up with Jo and we can drink and talk about how things have changed.”

“I've really missed you.”

“I've missed you too,” Cristina said as she pulled him in for a hug and Alex hugged her back. Neither one of them were good with physical affection but this felt warranted. “You and Mer have to come to Switzerland and bring the kids too. I'm sure they'll have a blast.” 

“I don't know about that,” Alex said with a small laugh. “Meredith’s kids would probably enjoy it, but I don’t know about having two toddlers and a baby on the plane.” 

“I could get you a private jet?” Cristina said with a shrug as if a private jet was a normal way to travel.

“We'll see,” Alex said with a smile.

…………………………………………………………………

Alex approached Hayes as he stood at the nurse's station on the ped’s floor going over his chart work. He had stopped by his office to come down from the high of his emotions and to pick up Jo’s mac and cheese. Hayes glanced up at him with a nod before he went back to his work. The two of them had worked together in the Peds department since the merger with Pac-North. They were co-chiefs, but neither was willing to bend to the other. They often butted heads as they had different approaches to things. However, they were starting to put aside their egos and work together as Heyes had stepped up to help him since Jo had gotten sick.

“I heard Jo escaped again,” Heyes said with a smirk.

Alex sighed as he shook his head. “Don’t even remind me and don’t help her again.”

“She's a grown woman, Karev and she’s mostly recovered,” Hayes argued back with his excuses. 

“I don’t want to hear it Hayes,” Alex said, raising his voice. “It's bad enough that you go along with her and hide out in your office with her.”

“Karev,” Hayes said with a stern voice as Alex growled. “When my wife, Abigail, was in the hospital all she wanted was a bit of normalcy. So I’d take her to have lunch with me in my office like we used to do before she got sick. Jo needed the same normalcy so I had lunch with her in my office. It’s more than you do for her.”

Alex took in Hayes’s scolding with a grain of salt. Yet, when Hayes brought up Abigail, he softened. Hayes was just looking out for Jo as a friend and Alex did appreciate that. He understood what they were going through, given his experience with his own wife. He was also right, although Alex was reluctant to admit it. 

“I know, and Jo must have loved that,” Alex admitted as he looked up at Hayes, the animosity gone. 

“She did, but she would have preferred to have lunch with you. It’s mac and cheese day, her favorite,” Hayes gently reminded him. 

“Yeah, I know that too. I got a bowl for her. I don't think Jo can’t stay in the hospital now that she doesn’t have to. But I need to take paternity leave so I can be with her. She hates being here and she hates being home alone, but if I'm home with her, I’m hoping she’ll let me take care of her. I want to take care of my wife. And I need you to take over for me and run the peds department. I know we butt heads on it, but we’ve been co-chiefs since I came back from Pac North and you’re the only one I trust with my patients, well you and Schmitt too, but don't tell him I said that.” 

“Yeah, the resident doesn't need another ego boost now that he's got his confidence,” Hayes agreed with a smile. “But are you sure? Now that she's recovering more, Jo will settle down if you give her a little bit of freedom and I knew you talked about working until the delivery.”

“I’m sure, Cristina and Carina agreed that she shouldn't work. I still think she should be on light bed rest too but that’s not going to happen. If Jo has to be at home and not working then it’s only fair if I do the same,” Alex said, sure of his plan.

Hayes’ expression softened as he nodded. “You should know that I’ve already talked to some of your patients and introduced myself about taking over your service.”

“You went behind my back and stole my patients?” Alex asked, putting his hands on his hips.

“Was I wrong to do so?” Hayes asked with a raised eyebrow. “You’ve been more focused on Jo than your work and for good reason, but someone needed to step in.”

“Okay,” Alex relented, putting his hands down. “I’ll officially hand my patients over to you. I already talked to Chief Altmen and since I'm already on leave she’s agreed to start my paternity leave at the end of the day.” 

“That sounds good, Karev. We can handle it here, go take care of your wife,” Hayes said with a smile patting his back in silent support. 

“Thank you, Hayes,” Alex said letting out a sigh of relief as he felt the weight of the world lift off his shoulders.

It took a while to get everything organized. There was a mountain of paperwork and charts. Alex and Hayes met with all of his patients and he was able to hand them over with confidence. With everything in place for him to go on leave, Alex packed up his bag, closed his office, and took off his white coat. Then he went to his wife.

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#5

✧˖࿐ 'Could've been better' - Xiao

╰┈➤Xiao x Reader Order: Qinxin (Xiao), Hot Chocolate (Angst) Genre: Angst gn!reader Pronouns: Y/P (your pronouns) Type: Oneshot Requested! by: Anon in this request Warnings: idk just angst Waiter's Notes: Your Order has been served Traveler! :>, Enjoy your nice cup of hot Chocolate with Qinxin Author's notes: Craving angst i see? well here u go! i didnt have so much motivation while writing this so i asked my close friend @astrilien to help me write it but hey, it works. 2 writers is better than 1. Try not to cry while reading dis

Where did you go wrong? You often ask yourself that nowadays. He, the man whom you've grown to love, doesn't look at you the way he did before. Actually, does he even look your way without that uninterested face? His eyes used to soften whenever he looked at your small smile, his face used to go beet red whenever you had the slightest bit of physical contact. Now, well, lets see for ourselves, shall we?

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Walking up the stairs of the place known as 'Wangshu Inn', you notice that a part of the stairs are broken. Sighing as you went back your way to go to the elevator, you liked walking from the stairs to enjoy the beautiful view displayed by the tree. Stepping up the elevator as it lifts you up, you look down to the box of food in your hand. It was his favorite food, Almond Tofu. You had known that it was ever since the day you met the said person. Now that you think about it, it was the whole reason that brought you two together. And the mere thought of him choosing you never failed to leave you with a small blush and smile on your face.

To think that the guy who disliked mortals would fall in love with one. I mean, come to think of it, he DID seem pissed whenever you first visited him. But whenever he was offered that dish he would at least give them a few minutes to talk. They were always the key to getting close to the Yakasha. Reaching the balcony, you placed the box on the table. A gust of wind blew, ruffling your hair and yet......nothing. You don't hear him, looking back to check if your thoughts were right, No one was there. 'Huh, he's probably in Qingyun peak' you thought to yourself. He always showed up whenever you reached the balcony, but on some occasions, he's a but busy. Looking around, you spot a vase of withered flowers, specifically Glaze Lilies. Taking some extra silk flowers from your bag, and replacing those Glaze lilies with them. You kind of wish you got extra Glaze lilies, since you know how much they mean to him. 

You dont know the full story, but from what he said, they seem to remind him of a person who was like a mother to him. It's quite adorable. So you planned to grow some Glaze Lilies soon. As time flies quick, it was now sunset. 'Where could he be?' you started to get concerned and as a bit of worry bloomed in your stomach, leaving you feeling uneasy. So, you decided to check with him, with the only way you knew. 'XIAO!!' A mix of black and Forest green particles appear, as Xiao's hair beautifully sways with the wind.

Polearm in one hand, he reached out to take off his mask. Looking everywhere but you. ''What?'' He says, a bit harshly but you brush it off. 'He just had a bad day' was your excuse. ''Sorry, i was just getting a bit concerned since ive been here for a few hours and you havent showed up'' You said, waving your hands in the first line. ''I dont need your pity'' He says as his eyes wandered somewhere else, subconsciously following them, your eyes landed on the vase of Silk Flowers. ''Oh, They were already withered so i replaced them with Silk Flowers'' explaining to him. Xiao grumbled something under his breath, ''Pardon?'' ''Nothing'' ''Dont worry! Ill get some the next time i come across them, and i'll also make sure they dont wither just as fast.'' You continued, being the helpful person you are.  That was the first hint Another day has passed and xiao hasn't even showed himself to you, unless if you call his name. but he does come quite late. This time you decided to make him his favorite, almond tofu, for you had noticed that everytime you make it his eyes just screamed pure happiness. but i guess not today. as you called out his name he once again arrived late. "What is it?" he asks coldly as you just smiled, even knowing that something was wrong you decided to just shake the feeling off. "Xiao look! i've made your favorite!" you exclaimed happily as you handed him a plate full of almond tofu. "this is a waste of time" he just said as he teleports away, 'how rude' you thought as you placed the plate on the table and left hoping that he could at least eat it later if he feels like it The second hint that you had denied to notice it has been a week. a week of xiao constantly avoiding you, a week full of hints. but you again decided to close your eyes and pretend that he is just always in a bad mood. so what do you do whenever he's in a bad mood? not minding the countless hints. you confront him in a affectionate way. As he arrived by the call of his name he was certainly not surprised nor happy, he was pissed. "what do you want" he replied with a cold tone. he obviously wasnt happy to see you. but you denied it and just brushed it off "Xiao, we haven't been out on a date for a month now! why dont we go out for today!" You insisted as you had already planned everything out for the day but much to your surprise, he sighed in annoyance "why cant you just leave me alone" he grumbled, which shocked you at how direct he was. and you had enough of his attitude "look, Im atleast trying to lighten up your mood as you have been ignoring me and was always being so fucking cold" you snapped as he just stared at you then.. "do you even love me?" you said as the place was filled with silence, it hurts it hurts because you can see the answer from his eyes yet you refused to believe it, well at the very least you wanted to hear it exactly from him. you wanted the answer, even if it hurts. "Well then Xiao, answer. i want to hear your answer. i want to hear it exactly from you." you said as you looked straight into his eyes while holding back the tears. his face was just blanked, no emotions as he sighed and finally talked "no, i loved you" he said as you look at him "loved... so now you don't?" you asked as your head hanged low and stared at the ground "no.." he said as you nod your head "alright then, i wont bother you anymore" you said as you just walked away

A week has passed and you kept your word, you stayed away and left him alone. And with that you decided to go travel to another nation. which was inazuma. You thought it was the best so that you could get away from everything that would remind you of him. But to Xiao, he thought he was finally going to be free when you left. But he didn't even felt as if he were to be happy. it felt like he had lost something that completed him. he lost you. So he tried to find you and try to make things good again. but he was too late as you had already left, and wishing to forever forget about him. Would it be selfish of him to wish that you come back and tell him everything's going to be okay? or that if he could just wake up from this horrible nightmare that he had caused.

He loved you, and you loved him. if only he didn't decided to let his emotions get the best of him. Who knows? Maybe everything.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 'Could've been better'

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225 notes - Posted July 22, 2022

#4

✧˖࿐ 'Our Last Dance' - Xiao

Author's notes: Dis wasnt written by me, it was written by my close friend on discord. she said dat it was fine if i post it here so enjoy :) HEHHEHEH

I know where this is going, yet Im still doing this. you thought while you were near death, you smiled at the one holding the very thing that he has used against you

"Alatus, have I ever told you how beautiful your eyes are-" "Shut up, traitor" he shushed you, it was very obvious that he was holding back his tears. As he knew that death was just waiting take you away, and he was the very reason for it.

"Would you care for a dance?" You said with a smile and a hand out "w-what?" He looked stunned at your reaction. You was dying, yet all you care about is having a dance?

"I can hold on for at least 3 minutes, it won't take long" you softly said as you took the hand that was holding the spear he used to kill you and put it on your waist as you put your hand on his shoulder and held his other hand up

"Shall we?" You said as you rocked with the silence of the forest, it was quiet and peaceful. Too peaceful for someone like you to die in, that's why you had decided to take the opportunity to dance

As a minute passed you were already limping as your blood keeps on flowing, and the more xiao looks at your face the more he looked like he wanted to cry. Another minute passed as your body finally gave up. You couldn't handle it, yet your face was calm as ever looking at xiao's eyes tenderly

"H-hey, you said y-you can hold on" xiao tried saying as he helps you lay down "Heh, I can don't worry. I'm just taking a rest" you breathed out with a small laugh

"You know, I dearly love you" you said as you held his cheek gently cressing it. "Why" he choked out as his tears started flowing

"Because you made me feel things I thought I'd never deser-" "Why, would you go to me? Why? You knew from the beginning where this is going to end, yet" he started sobbing. "Now now alatus, I wouldn't want my last sight to be a crying you. Smile for me, as you have won against me" you said cheerfully like you were congratulating him

"Do you believe in reincarnation, Alatus?" You asked as you rub his cheek with your thumb slowly pulling him in for a hug

"You've always liked being held," you laughed as you placed his head on your chest for him to hear your last heartbeats as you played with his hair

He continues crying as he listens to you "I'd like to believe reincarnation, and if we were to be both reincarnated. I'd wish that I'll be able to stay by your side longer, without anything holding us back" you said as you kissed his forehead

He raised his head as he was still crying, you sighed "didn't I tell you to stop crying? Look im at death's door right now, I don't want to see you cry." You said as he cried even harder

"My poor baby, here I'll give you a kiss" you said as you pampered his face with kisses

With one final kiss on his lips as your hand was placed on his cheek

"I'll forever cherish the day I've met you, dear alatus" you had said as you had placed his head back to your chest only to hear that your heart has stopped beating and to feel that your hand had dropped to the ground

Yet he felt your lips on his head as he cried his eyes out knowing that you had finally died,

He should be happy that he has killed the spy. Yet he couldn't bring himself to even speak as he held your cold body closer

298 notes - Posted June 19, 2022

#3

Imagine a Yuri x Spy reader, it would either be hella funny or angsty, or both. I might write one, idk do u guys want it?

Update:

Yesterday i went ''Im gonna write it when it reaches 30 notes'' so here I am. I'll be writing it however, it wont be soon because I'm also an artist who has ALOT of wips. Please understand.

If anyone wants to be tagged when I do write it, feel free to dm me or comment on this post saying 'Tag pls' or smth 2nd update: its on hold for now since i havent been active in dis fandom. I might have to re-read the manga to get motivation but until then pls wait patiently :)

360 notes - Posted May 25, 2022

#2

Spy x family embarrassing and fluff headcanon moment for Yuri Brair when you (his wife, his not fake wife, Loid Forger's younger sister who was the same age as Yuri Brair, a spy in the same organisation as her older brother, codename Sunlight) said that he was very cute..it warmed your heart to see your husband spend time with his 2 year old daughter..you muffled your laughter in the doorway when your daughter threw her food at once she grabbed a handful and threw it at him when he was trying to feed her. Yuri could never get mad with her...he may be the secret police but he was a total softy with his toddler daughter ,Family life.

OMG DIS IS ADORABLE 😭😭 DONT TOUCH ME IM SOFT

384 notes - Posted May 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Cyno proposing: ''Will you marry me? Reply with Cy-yes or Cy-no'' Tighnari shedding a tear: ''Cyno….'' Cyno: Cyno: ''YOU DONT LOVE ME??'' Tighnari: ''THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT- I WAS CALLING YOU BY YOUR NAME''

1,416 notes - Posted September 1, 2022

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another insane depression kms spiral. to the low stakes live blog we must....

ep 5 - time heist

ok so picking up here again

i dontthinkt his is a fair assessment per se cuz i was really out of it when i left off and im never good at picking stuff back up but

again i loooveee the premise. i love the set-up. its SUPERRR GOOD. and i do love the characters and literally EVERYTHING here its just brooo.....

it needs more time. this should have been a two parter. way too rushed. i think these extras could have been rlly memorable if they had that time to develop. otherwise theyre just sorta standard aliens with A Trait. anyways

still fun. bit silly.

i feel weird cuz like i feel like a lot of these eps so far ive kinda not connected to them and im wondering if thats just cuz inever aaw thme live and on rewatches im always either out of it, or slightly burnt out by the time i get to them (i hate s7 it exhausts me)

ajnways end of ep again would have loved this. wish it was a 2 parter tho cuz it could have genuinely elevated itself to suchhhh highs

ep 6 - the caretaker

ok so this ep basic premise its obvs more abt the dannster & a general character piece.

but speaking of oh my god. can we get someone else in the writing room. maybe its intentional? i feel like it's... just weirder if it is. but the doctor repeatedly calling him that just always feels insanely fucking racist. help

its even worse than with mickey. sorry i did post that reddit post before right. dw just hates black men i think. its a bit mental.

anyway i like danny. i think im liking him more on the second rewatch. like ok he's a little bootboy. but i think i forgot a lot of his like Actual Personality cuz im not as well versed in this era. and can i say. hes actually a delight to me. hes lame as shit. i love it when a boyfriend is lame as shit. so good. but hes also kinda dope as fuck

like he did a flip. is no one talking about how he did a flip

anyway i like this ep its fun and ive always liked this direction with clara.

ep 7- kill the moon

ngl i laughed when i saw this coming up

i like the role courtney plays, but i dont like a lot of the execution. i think teens/kids are a really hard thing to have in tv/movies for a load of different reasons. and tbh here its not just the actresses fault - shes doing fine with the stuff given, really - but i feel like the dialogue can have a tendency to be um... lacking. and they end up being dumb as fuck but also sometimes a deus ex machina weirdo. its like just write a person bro.

also why i didnt like the kid in Boom! most recently. like can we get a few more quarters in her? she's gonna repeat the same sentiment again for us all. i can see the arguments for why she was like that- but whatever not for this post

anbyways

this fuckng episode man im laughing stupid as fucking shit concept help me and i love the stupid as shit concepts

UI FORGOT ABOUT THE TUMBLR THING

WHY WAS THERE A CANONICAL TUMBLRMENTION. WHAT YEAR WAS THIS SEASON AGAIN. WHAT ARE YOU FUCKING TALKING ABOUT. IDK. SHES REAL THOUGH.

the moons an egg. give your head a fucking wobble, christ alive. help me god. help me please. its so funny. its like it could wokrk. theres bits of this episode i like. i like the concept of getting the entirety of mankind to vote on their phones for moon abortion. sorry its funny. but the moons an egg. help me. its getting heavier. YOU LIAR.

the whole lights thing too. like would this not only work on that side of the world. who is turning on and off the lights in the cities. whos doing this. help me

its so funny cuz the end of this is also very good its like theres a core to this that i really do fucking love i love claras blow up here and the way this is like the crescendo to everything thats been building up but help me you could have just . spent 10 minutes making it make sense. LOVE AND LIGHT

ep 8 - mummy on the orient express

yesss i like this episdoe (he says barely remembering this episdoe)

danny is so real. its crazy to me people call him whiny. he is literally the most reasonable man in existence. hes chill as fuck all things considered.

again my point abt ppl saying him and mickey are the worst. was mickey initially a great boyfriend, nah, he sucked and it was a lame relationship between two struggling not even 20 somethings. sorry. then rose went missing for a year and he AS HE SAYS was like prime suspect #1 and saw some insane shit that rocked his gourd. he was a pretty reasonable guy for someone that got eaten by a rubbish bin is what im trying to say.

hell yeah. we have the expert on the scary mummy omens thank you for giving us the exposition dump on the mummy

perkins is so pookie bear

whatever the fuck is going on with 12 and clara is insanity. its pure insanity.

the scary mummy awakens

you are NOT a mystery shopper >:(

help me god he says. i have ptsd. and the mummy is coming for me.

this is completely aside. clara looks utterly delicious in her fucking outfit. i think im going to

i actually did forget the resolution to this episode and it hits just right i shant lie.

OKAY end of ep. i fucking loved the middle i remember i loved it but i think the set up was a little slow going. my kind of fucking vibe all over.

can we keep perkins

perkins pleaAAASEEEE PERKINSSS COME ON. PERKINS WE LIKE YOUUUUUUUU PERKINSSSSSSS

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Ship(?): Rain & Lilly

Rated: hurt/comfort

Warnings: mentions of drug use and drug poisoning, this is a little follow up to what happened to Lilly after "Glittercrash"

          It was the end of his 24h shift when he recieved some hot news at the front desk, call it intuition for he usually doesn't pay the eldery nurse a visit on his way home. It felt like he should check in that night, and he was glad he listened to his gut.

           "Your sibling was enlisted just two hours ago, doctor."

           All what doctor Zeffeero needed is a room number and where the doctors placed his sibling and he ran towards the elevators, stairs, and short-cuts. It took about twenty minutes or less.

           He first stopped by the nurse office, to hear the damage and see the file before doing a personal interrogation himself.

           "Ah, mister Zeffeero, thought you already headed home." called out a younger nurse the second he stepped in after discreetly knocking on the milky doors. A doctor, one of the few that is close to Zeffeero's age, an old classmate and not necessarily a friend, perked his head over a white monitor screen.

           "I was about to..." Zeffeero casually walked over to the stack of drawers and began to look through them.

           "Are you looking for your brother's file? I didn't took care of Lyosha but I saw the folder in the hands of another doctor, she just left twenty minutes ago..." Josef appeared by his side, indolent to get up from his rolling chair. "Said she needed to double check some things at the reception."

           Zeffeero tsked indifferently, rough and dry fingers gave up separating file after file and idly hanged onto the drawer. "Actually, she's my sister, Lilly, Mr. Vata."

           "Ah," Josef straightened in his chair and sheeplishly rubbed at his nape. "I see, I see... Well, now I know."

           "Which room?"

           "Ten. She's in 24/7 surveillance, is all I know"

           Zeffeero nodded his head as a gratitude before leaving his colleagues' office.

           As walked through the quiet hall he began to think what he should say to his sister. They don't talk much but they have been very close since, well, ever. Lilly only calls him once or twice a month, her work keeps her busy. They haven't seen each other for at least half a year despite living in the same town, during that time of them separated Lilly went though quite a number of plastic surgeries and Zeffeero is both excited and anxious to meet the new her.

           It's not that he wasn't supportive of her choice, quite the opposite, but he was always a little dry when it came to praising anyone but himself. But he always did try to sound as genuine as possible.

           He didn't expect for his world to go still. His breath, his thoughts, the air, the world... The silence was... almost loud.

           His sister dear laying in that pale room on that salient bed, IV connected to her wrist, the beeping monitor is the only 'alive' thing in the room.

           Zeffeero almost hated that he was a doctor. He knew how to help people to a certain extend, as much as he's able to, but the rest is mostly depending on the patient's body and how it would deal with the mess their fleshy cage is in.

           People sometimes forget that doctors and nurses alike are human too when they, the responsible ones, have to sometimes turn down all the emotions to be able to pull through their day at work.

           Health workers feel more hopelessness than a person feels in a day/week.

           Zeffeero, one of the best doctors of this city, felt that hopelessness. But make it five times worse.

           He felt his world crumble and his near and distant future felt fatally bleak and empty.

           A sight no one wants to see, their loved family member as a corpse that is still holding onto that speck of life within them with machines as their life support because their bodies had failed them.

           Whatever poison it is that got into Lilly had unboubtedly damaged some organs, if not irreapearably.

           A step forward.

           Is what took Zeffeero to bring himself back to reality.

           A wretched reality.

           He didn't bother with closing the door. All that mattered was that in two big, leaping steps he was by his sister's side.

           Zeffeero took her cool hand, gently as if it was porcelain, caressed it, held it to his forehead when his legs finally felt like collapsing. But Lilly was still unresponsive.

           He wanted to scream, cry, and hit things all at once. Get that sleazy fella who had comatosed his sister. But he can dream and have nightmares about it later.

           Lilly didn't wake in the next hour of his stay. Her older brother sat by her side, talked to her albeit awkwardly, petted her head, pulling long locks from her dust-speckled face.

          And Zeffeero could only hope she would wake up soon.

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survey #197

What was the last bad thing that happened to your phone? I just got a new phone for Christmas, and I haven't had issues yet.

Have you ever been with someone while they were throwing up? No, I cannot be that form of support because I have severe emetophobia. If I hear vomiting, I'm gonna start.

Who was the last person you talked to on instant messenger? Tobey asked me if what she got me for Christmas fit.

Would you rather get pregnant at too young an age or never be able to reproduce? Quite honestly I'd love if I couldn't reproduce. I worry that with having the option to have a baby, I'll eventually go through with it and only regret it. I'd feel much calmer over the concept if I just didn't have the option.

Have you ever gotten alcohol poisoning? No.

Do you do your own laundry? I actually don't, but not because I'm unwilling or anything, my mom just finds it easier and financially reasonable to do our stuff together.

Do you currently have a hickey? No.

Ever had a near death experience? Well I suppose two, now that I've had an asthma attack that had the ER staff pretty hectic.

Have you ever kissed in the rain? Yeah.

What are you excited for? My birthday's in a few days.

Have you been to the beach this year? I haven't been in years.

Would you put your life on the line for anyone? There's honestly quite a few people whom I'd risk my life for.

Are there any bruises/cuts on your body? I have a few bruises from IVs and stuff at the ER.

What was the last app you downloaded on your phone? It was some photography sharing app with a name I can't remember. I uninstalled it because it was one of those with very specific dimensions and I hated it lmao

Have you ever been to any supposed haunted locations? Did you experience anything weird? No, but I would like to do this.

What breed was the last dog you saw? Cookie is a chihuahua.

Who was the last person to sleep in your bed? Besides myself, Girt.

What’s something you’re obsessed about right now? For the past year and a half my primary hyperfixation has been Rammstein. I'm also CONSTANTLY obsessed with meerkats (hyperfixations come and go, but I've been insane about meerkats since like age 9-10, that's no hyperfixation), and I will take any opportunity to talk about tarantulas, too.

Do you date outside your own race? I'm completely open to doing so, race means nothing to me. I technically did "date" a Hispanic for like, a day, but his race had nothing to do with how short-lived it was.

What are some of your turn-offs? Conservative, misogynistic, exceedingly raunchy, arrogant, not taking the relationship seriously and instead just wanting to "date around," etc.

Were you present at any major historical events (e.g. 9/11)? No.

How many chairs are in the room you’re currently in? Just this one desk chair.

Have you been craving any particular snack lately? Which? Yes actually, sour Skittles. Like crazy.

Can you recall the first film you ever saw at a cinema? I can't.

Who was the last person you had a good giggle with? I think Mom.

Have you had any news of any kind lately? Health stuff. Me having asthma being confirmed, learning my white blood cell count is severely elevated and I have no idea why (I'm assuming I'm going to be put on an antibiotic), and I'm getting a thyroid ultrasound.

How many times in your life would you say you've been in love? I once believed thrice, but now after having a proper, ultra-deep bond following relationship trauma, I learned I wasn't in love with Sara. I loved her, but it was absolutely not the same as what I once felt for Jason and how I feel about Girt now.

Do people hang up flyers around your neighborhood? Not really, unless it's a missing pet.

Are you an aunt/uncle? Would you like to be? I am. Only three of the kids are actively in my life, because my older half-siblings don't live here. I still love those not in NC, though.

Do you have raccoons where you live? Yeah, they're very common roadkill. Them and opossums.

Do you ever keep fresh flowers in the house? No, only if they're a gift for Mom or me. I keep WANTING to get into plants, I'm just pretty convinced it wouldn't go well.

Have you ever made graffiti? No.

Do you know anyone who has a hearing deficit? Yeah, at least one person; my sister's husband's grandmother is ancient and you have to speak up considerably for her. I'm pretty sure she does have a hearing aid, I just don't see her enough to have that memorized.

What makes a person physically beautiful to you? Smiles. I find a super vast field of people to be physically appealing, but someone's smile is always up there.

Would you miss winter if it never came back? Why or why not? Yeah; we don't get snow any other time of year here, so that means no snowy days. :( Visually, without snow, winter doesn't aesthetically appeal to me, however I also enjoy the chilly days it brings.

Does bad weather ruin your day? Why or why not? It won't RUIN a day for me, however cloudy/rainy weather CAN affect my depression.

How long has it been since you moved out of the house you grew up in? Oh jeez, almost two decades, maybe.

What color shirt are you wearing? It's a red tank top.

What was the last flavor of ice cream you ate? I actually had Ben & Jerry's Phish Food today, my favorite.

What is your favorite type of soup? I don't like soup.

What is your favorite board that you’ve made on Pinterest? I definitely don't have a folder of Rammstein pictures

What was the last thing you ate or drank that was blue raspberry-flavored? Mountain Dew Voltage a couple days ago.

What was the last flavor of tea you drank? I've hated any tea I've ever tried.

What type of fruit do you eat the most? Hmmm... probably apples?

Do you enjoy going to your local county fair? I don't go.

What was the last video game that you beat? It wasn't me that beat it, but I watched Girt finish another playthrough of Nier, his favorite game ever. It was the remake.

Do you like peaches? I like canned sliced peaches.

Have you ever had lice? No, let's keep it that way!

Do you believe in astrology? Not in the slightest.

Do you like Lady Gaga or does she try too hard? I like her and respect her as a creative.

Where did you last wear a bathing suit? At my family friend's pool this past summer.

Do you feel more comfortable with a male or female doctor/nurse? I am drastically more comfortable with a woman.

When’s the next time you’ll be drinking? I plan on ordering a sangria at my birthday dinner.

Did you know you wanted to be in a relationship with the person you are now when you first met him/her? I did consider the possibility of dating him, but then Jason and I got together and I no longer thought about it. If I wasn't with Jason though, I still could picture myself with him.

What if you found out your partner had a previous sex change? I'm pansexual, I literally would not care at all.

Have you ever dated someone in the military? No, I could never manage to do this. My anxiety would drive me entirely insane.

Do you know how to make origami? No.

How would you like to be proposed to one day? I'd prefer the traditional approach, but I definitely don't have this planned out. I don't want a large-scale proposal, though.

When was the last time you saw your brother? Years ago.

Do you like chocolate and mint together? Yeah!

Have you ever had chocolate-covered gummy bears? No, that doesn't sound good.

Think back to your most important relationship, was it all your fault it’s over? I don't like thinking about this. It doesn't matter.

Do you remember the meanest thing the last person you kissed ever said to you? He has honestly never said something truly mean to me.

What’s your favorite Coke product? Coke.

Which of the guys you’ve been interested in hurt you the most? Not everyone is into guys, but Jason.

Have you ever kissed someone who had a boyfriend/girlfriend? No, I would never do this.

How many presents do you usually receive on your birthday? ??????????? do people COUNT?????????????????

If you could change one thing about your appearance what would it be? I want to be a healthy weight.

If space were easier to travel, would you want to explore it? Absolutely, but only under the circumstances of it being a lot easier and quicker.

Describe the best thing about being inside. Temperature control. <<<< real

Describe the best thing about being outside. Animals and plants! The sounds!

Ever faked an orgasm? No.

Do you like the sound of birds chirping, or does it piss you off? I adore this, I completely cannot relate to people who don't like birdsong.

Ever wanted to be a vet? Yes, that was the second career I ever wanted.

Ever had an infection of any kind? Yeah, various.

Have you ever held a starfish? No. :( I've always wanted to find one on the beach. (I wouldn't keep it unless it was clearly deceased, btw.)

What’s your favorite thing from Olive Garden? It USED to be their spicy shrimp fritas, but they no longer have them, I believe. I'll be ordering something new for my birthday dinner there.

Do you use an instant messenger? If so, what is it? I use Discord, and I'll sometimes use Facebook Messenger.

Which of your exes is the best looking? Jason.

Where did your last ex ask you out? I asked her out over the phone because we live in different states.

[ilargeicontradictmiself]

I don't think it's that i saw the movies after id read the first book but before the other two cause there have been similar incidents where my feelings where very different.

Forgot to say what I'm talking about, i just find it amazing that for some reason the hunger games movies did so much for the story, like it's a pretty faithful adaptation so that definitely plays a part but the whole world and image they created feels like it only elevates the story that already existed in the books, it trully feels like it brings it to life, i can barely imagine it any different (and if it was i would always imagine something based on what they already did in the movies), the colours, the sets, the shots, the acting it all so easily fits the books it's genuinely amazing to me.

Like i know that they also missed a few things, didn't really do some stuff justice and the actress playing lucy is exactly what i thought katniss looked like when i read the first book before i watched the movies but the performance itself was spot on, the setting the capitol the districts, they missed some stuff , lost a few things along the way absolutely but they also did so much, fucking perfectly, better than i would have imagined it maybe and ive never said that about any other adaptation

They trully did more than what i would have ever expected from an adaptation to the point where it feels like i wouldn't like the series as much, i wouldn't have appreciated so many of my favourite parts as much as i do if it wasn't for the movies.

[the-local-eldritch-microwave]

TW: nightmares confusion and distress

okay so i need to say this before i forget but recently there had been a common reoccurring thing in my dreams with yellow/gold tinted elevators paired with distress and/or confusion. and its always an elevator to my apartment too which is odd because the actual elevator i take is pretty average size and has cool lighting with dark walls and silver/regular metal for the bars you can hold onto. despite this the ones in my dreams without fail are always gold-ish with very warm lights and are always obnoxiously spacious with brown wooden framing. what makes it worse is that the walls(usually two but can be from at least one to all four) are these blurry mirrors that always make it seem like there's more people then there actually is.

The first dream i can remember was one where i was just trying to get home but the elevators were being extremely confusing. There were a stupid amount of buttons, half of them weren't even working and i had cross through about 4 different elevators in an attempt to get to my floor(even though there should've only been two i could've taken) throughout all of this people would get on and off and a few were just as confused as i were but it was obvious they were trying to hide it while some seemed to know exactly what to do and move on with there day and there were at least two more that just didn't seem to care or move and just stayed on there phones without saying a word to anyone. it was an odd time. i think a one point i just randomly woke up after choosing to get out on a random floor and hoping for the best. oh and there was this elevator boy that was just there, trying to help, and constantly trying to fix at least one elevator out of commission even though i had just been on at least one of them just seconds before.

The second dream was this but slightly different. same elevator but this time only one was a blurry mirror and there were less people. the elevator had this weird thing of being able to go to the side too but only left and right and never any weird diagonal or backwards way. another odd thing about this elevator is that any wall could've opened at anytime (because apparently just every wall was also the entrance/exit??) and it would just open into another elevator before closing again and continuing on its merry way. This one i remembering being very stressed out for some reason and stayed as close to one side as possible even though everyone around was either kind or apathetic to it all.

and then the one i had this morning was even worse! why? because it may have been the worse nightmare ive had in a while! because the entire time im pretty sure i was having some sort of sensory overload and everything was brighter and i kept seeing purple symbols and i went in the elevator because i just wanted to go home but the yellow just hurt my eyes and i kept saying sorry(i don't even know who i was saying sorry to half the time but most of the sorry's went to my parents) and for once it actually takes me home but of course there's some girl there just standing in the dark with only one tiny light lighting her up from the left from another room. and of course my first thought is that "its just a ghost" and im already having a shit day so of course the first thing that comes out of my mouth is "FUCK YOU" and how dare i be so rude because before i can even finish my sentence i get thrown across the room and end up hitting the wall hanging upside down and the last thing i see is her distorted face surrounded by complete darkness before i wake up hyperventilating with a terrible headache feeling as if someone punched me in the stomach barely being able to move for 5 minutes until i calm down again. . .

anyways that was my morning, how are the rest of you guys going?