#my dream job is wanting to be a nurse so i guess that's why she also wants to be one

[mspaint-flower]

I HEARD YOU HAVE A SONA,,, MAY YOU SHOW MAYHAPS..??? :0

i do have one yes! been having one for a while, mostly based on how i look irl, here's a (really bad and rushed) reference

never really posted about her because i thought no one would be interested HSJKHFJKHDKJEHG but yeag. her name is himawari which basically means sunflower and she wants to be a nurse

[yamujiburo]

Why I Love Hanamusa

I get this question very frequently but have never given a really in depth, definitive answer. All just kinda implied through my comics and spread out asks. So here's this I guess! Long post ahead:

First, as a Pokémon fan in her mid 20s, I love seeing a ship where the characters are both in their mid/late 20s. Already, they’re much more relatable to me and my current experiences. Most Pokémon ships are between preteens, which can be cute but ultimately don’t interest me as much as they used to when I was a kid myself. Not enough to get super invested in and draw a lot of fanart for anyways haha.

I’ll also start by saying that canon doesn’t always influence whether or not I’ll ship something. I’m much more drawn to potential. Could the characters work together? Do their personalities work together in a nice way? I feel like this so much of fanon is anyways. Especially with queer relationships because they’re rarely depicted in the first place. A lot of the context for these ships is usually up to the fans to piece together or make up in general. And that’s the fun part to me!

Jessie and Delia have only met in the anime a handful of times. Any interaction they’ve had has either been pleasant, or just a typical Team Rocket interaction, with Delia dismissing them/not seeing them as a threat. Already a great jumping off point for me since, truly, they don’t have any actual beef or true, ill feelings towards each other. It’s not TOO out of the realm of possibility for them to potentially fall for each other. “But Jessie chased Delia’s son around trying to steal his Pokémon!” That’s where that dismissive and aloof attitude that Delia has comes into play. I’ll go more into Delia’s whole deal a bit later but I do think this aspect of her personality is a large reason why this ship can work. It’s not that she doesn’t care that Jessie has a bad past, but she can tell that, on the inside, Jessie’s a good person. And, in a scenario where Jessie is trying to become a better person, is forgiving enough to give her a shot. I feel like this is such a solid foundation for a ship. A character who has done wrong but is trying to be better and another character who is willing to help them be better. A classic dynamic!

It’s not just one-sided though; where Jessie is the only one benefitting and learning from the relationship. I believe Delia could get a lot out of being with someone like Jessie. To understand why, I think it’s important to know these characters’ respective backstories.

Jessie is an orphan/foster child who grew up in poverty. Her mother Miyamoto (from The Birth of Mewtwo) was a Team Rocket operative herself, who went on a mission to find Mew. In order to do this, she had to leave Jessie when she was just a toddler. Unfortunately, Miyamoto went MIA on her mission leaving Jessie to more or less fend for herself. Jessie went through life with zero stability, evident by her MANY different careers and constant moving around. It’s implied in the show that she went from foster home to foster home, and later in life tried being an idol, weather girl, florist, wine connoisseur, actress, most notably a nurse and finally a Team Rocket field agent. And even while in Team Rocket, she, James and Meowth were always doing odd jobs to get by. We see that Jessie used to be a sweet kid, and even adult, but the world and her circumstances repeatedly did her dirty, leading her to become the character we know today. Hot tempered, mean, selfish, etc. But despite this, her soft side does still shine through for the people and Pokémon she cares about. She is incredibly loyal.

Delia, unbeknownst to a lot of fans, also had a rough past (see Pocket Monsters: The Animation). Like Jessie, she had a lot of dreams and aspirations like wanting to be a model and even a trainer. But when she was 10, her mother didn’t let her, telling her that she had to stay home and learn to run the family restaurant (she’s an only child). Delia’s father left her and her mother to be a trainer, and never returned. When she was 18, she married Ash’s father and became pregnant shortly after. But right after Ash was born, he also set off to be a Pokémon trainer. And soon after that, her mother passed away, leaving Delia with just the restaurant and baby Ash. This gives so much context to Delia’s attitude in the show. We see that Delia is pained whenever Ash leaves on a journey, but she never shows that pain to anyone. ESPECIALLY Ash. She’s very quick to shoo him off when he shows any sign of wanting to go on another journey and even when he returns home, she acts more excited to see Pikachu than him almost every time. Without all this backstory, it’s easy to just read this as a funny gag, BUT with context, I think it really shows how quickly Delia shuts down and detaches in order to not confront her own feelings. She’s afraid of losing people and getting hurt again.

All that said, I think Jessie and Delia provide each other with EXACTLY what the other needs. 

Aside from becoming rich and famous, Jessie’s biggest aspiration is to get married. In my opinion, this is more so an underlying want for love and stability. There is no one more stable in the show than Delia. Delia’s lived in Pallet her whole life, she’s worked at the same restaurant since she was young and she is always there when Ash comes back home. She has all the love, patience and stability Jessie needs and craves. While forgiving, Delia’s not stupid and can keep Jessie in check. Delia’s also just an angel, which I feel, would make Jessie want to be better. And on top of all this, on more of a surface level, Delia’s a chef and excellent cook. She shows love through cooking and Jessie, who grew up poor, regularly starving and eating snow, happily receives that love. Jessie’s able to live a happy and healthy life with someone like Delia.

Delia, as stated, is very stable. Likely pretty monotonous and solitary, especially living in such a small town like Pallet. This isn’t a bad thing but it’s a little sad when you consider that Delia also had dreams of traveling, being a model and a trainer. She had to give up so many dreams in order to fulfill her duties as a restaurant owner and mother. And even now, when Ash is off on his journey, she feels the need to always be home and be that stable pillar, leaving behind any ambitions she had, thinking it’s too late for her (she’s only 29 btw). But then along comes Jessie, dangerous, passionate, an absolute firecracker. Someone who’s whole life has been about chasing dreams and either, never giving up on them or finding a new dream to chase. Upon learning about Delia’s past aspirations, I could see Jessie pushing her towards them, letting her know that life’s too short and she has nothing to lose from trying. On top of this, Jessie’s also loyal. She, James and Meowth are depicted as doing anything for anyone who gives them food or shows them kindness. Delia does both so there’s no way Jessie would leave her. This fulfills an essential need for Delia, who is afraid of the people in her life leaving her.

There’s so much potential for mutual growth and learning between these two and I adore that. They compliment each other, they help each other and they bring out the best qualities in one another.

I’m not really sure how to end this and I could truly talk about them even more but I don’t want this to be tooooo long haha. OH I could end it with maybe the most funny aspect of this ship that I've brushed over and also what drew me to it in the first place. Jessie. As Ash’s stepmom. THE END.

[meazalykov]

the neighbor

kika nazareth x reader

summary: you wanted a new friend in a new city

your heart pounds a little as you balance the plate of banana loaf and protein cookies in one hand, pausing at your neighbor’s door. 

the idea of making a new friend in this massive city feels like exactly the kind of thing that could make it feel like home, but as soon as the door opens, you almost forget what you’re here for.  

standing in front of you is one of the most attractive women you’ve ever seen, her dark eyes curious, framed by waves of her dark hair. she’s dressed casually, but there’s something so effortlessly confident about her that it leaves you momentarily speechless. 

she blinks, looking from you to the plate in your hands.

“um, sorry– hi!” you finally manage, a little flustered but quickly recovering. 

“i just moved in next door, and i thought i’d bring over a little welcome gift.”

her face lights up with a genuine smile, and the warmth in her expression melts away any nerves you might have had. 

“oh my goodness, that’s so nice of you! please, come in.”

you step inside, glancing around. the space is cozy and bright, with a few unpacked boxes pushed to the side, indicating she’s just settling in too. 

there’s a faint, comforting scent of vanilla and lavender in the air, and the place already feels warm, even if she hasn’t completely unpacked yet. she sets the plate on the counter and gestures toward a stool at the kitchen island.

“have a seat! i’ll get us something to drink,” she says, moving toward the fridge with a natural ease.

you sit, watching as she pours a couple of glasses of what looks like strawberry lemonade. as she hands you a glass, you take it with a grateful smile. 

“thanks. i’m y/n, by the way.”

“kika,” she replies, her smile widening. 

“so, y/n, what brings you to barcelona?”

you’re about to take a sip but pause, trying to put it into words. 

“honestly? i’ve always had this– um– love? for the city. i visited a few years ago, and it just… clicked. i knew i wanted to live here someday. i finished university a year early, so i figured, why not now?”

she nods, looking impressed. 

“that’s brave. i think a lot of people have dreams about starting fresh somewhere, but actually making it happen? that’s a whole different level. what do you do?”

“i’m a nurse. i just got a position at a clinic nearby,” you explain, and kika’s eyes widen slightly.

“a nurse? that’s amazing!” she exclaims, and you feel your cheeks warm at her enthusiasm.

you laugh, shrugging modestly. 

“it’s rewarding but intense. i’ve seen it all, from broken bones to kids swallowing the craziest things like handfuls of sand or batteries.”

she grins, shaking her head. 

“that’s the coolest thing, though. not everyone can handle that kind of job.”

“thanks,” you say, surprised by how easily you can talk to her. 

“what about you? what do you do?”

there’s a little sparkle in her eyes as she shrugs, looking like she’s about to downplay it. 

“i play football.”

“seriously?” your eyes light up. 

“that’s amazing!”

kika chuckles, clearly not used to people reacting this way. 

“yep. i just joined the club here.”

“oh, so you’re with a local team?” you ask, not fully understanding.

she leans forward, her voice dropping slightly as she smiles. 

“barcelona. i play for fc barcelona.”

you blink, the words not quite sinking in right away. 

“wait. are you serious?”

“dead serious,” she replies, laughing softly at your reaction. she pulls out her phone and flips through some pictures before holding one up, showing herself in a barcelona training kit at what looks like her first training session.

“that’s… that’s incredible,” you say, genuinely in awe.

“i mean, i’m not the biggest soccer fan, but i know enough to understand how huge that is.”

she chuckles, looking almost shy. “not a big football fan? i need to take you to a game someday– but yeah it’s a big deal, i guess,” she shrugs. 

“i think being a nurse might actually be cooler.”

“absolutely not,” you say, laughing. 

“you’re living the dream for so many people. besides, i only moved here a week ago, and you already sound more established than i am.”

she shrugs, clearly a little bashful but appreciative of your compliments. 

“still, you’re doing something meaningful every day. you know, helping people.”

“i guess we both are, in a way,” you say, realizing you feel surprisingly comfortable around her. it’s only been a few minutes, yet you feel like you could stay here chatting with her all day.

you look around her apartment, noticing the soccer cleats on a shoe rack near the open closet door. they’re neatly placed next to a few pairs of sneakers, and you can’t help but think how fitting it is. 

almost every girl in europe played football if they weren’t buried in university work, you figured, so it hadn’t been a huge surprise to hear she played. still, learning she’s actually a professional? that’s something else.

“do you live alone here?” kika asks, breaking the silence.

you nod. 

“yeah, just me. it’s a bit quiet sometimes, but being in a big city… i don’t know. it just felt right.”

she leans forward, her eyes softening. 

“barcelona can be a little intimidating at first, but i think you’re going to love it here. especially if we can keep having hangouts like this.”

“same here,” you say, feeling a warm buzz of excitement. 

“i was kind of hoping i’d find someone cool in the building.”

she laughs, the sound filling the space with a kind of brightness. 

“well, looks like you got lucky then,” she teases, nudging your arm lightly.

before you know it, your phone buzzes with an alarm, snapping you out of the moment. it’s your reminder to start getting ready for the gym, and you glance down with a sigh, realizing you have to go.

“i’d better head out,” you say, standing up reluctantly.

kika follows you to the door, and just as you’re about to leave, she surprises you with a warm hug. it catches you off guard, but you hug her back, feeling a little spark in the embrace.

as you pull back, she looks at you with a hopeful smile. 

“hey, would you maybe want to grab lunch together? say, wednesday?”

“wednesday sounds perfect,” you say, feeling that warm buzz in your chest again. 

“and, you know, if you ever need anything, just knock on my door.”

“you got it,” she says, grinning. “see you wednesday.”

you give her arm a light squeeze, a soft “see you,” before stepping out into the hallway. 

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[lostintransist]

This Bunny Bites - Part 3

I managed to post part 4 before part 3 so that has been fixed now and updated. Enjoy!

When you finally settle into bed the clock on your nightstand reads four AM. It had been a relatively quiet night after Johnny and company left, only a few spilled drinks and one guy who got way too into the fact he could touch the girls. You would always be grateful that the owner paid for a cleaning service to come in every morning and deep clean the building instead of making you girls do any of the cleaning. You had a gig once that made you clean after all the clients had gone. It took one puddle of cum in the bathroom for you to leave and never come back to that job.

You set your alarm for one PM and drift off to sleep listening to the rain sounds from your phone.

When you wake you shuffle out of your room into the small kitchen of your condo, flicking on the coffee machine. You sit tweak the blinds in the living room just enough to let in some light and sit on the couch staring into nothingness. Once the sound of running water stops you stand and shuffle to the the kitchen. After adding just the right amount of creamer you head back to your room. You adjust the curtains in here too until you can see but not be blinded.

Placing your coffee on the bedside table you grab your phone and fire off a text to your best friend.

‘Guess who showed up at the club last night?’

‘Was it Satan?’ Cara’s reply comes right through.

‘Nope, worse.’

‘Worse than Satan, but your father is dead so…your grandpa??’

You laugh out loud at the grandpa comment, your mother’s father happened to be the sweetest old man two lived hours away from you in a nursing home.

‘My brother.’

The ringing of your phone doesn’t shock you. You slid it open and answered Cara’s call.

“Bitch what the fuck did you just text me? Your BROTHER came to the club last night? The brother that abandoned you to the scum-eating, walnut fucking, monster of a sperm donor?” Cara must not have been at work if she was using her favorite insults.

“Yep, that’s the one. He was there in a group and didn’t recognize me when I came by to get orders.” You slurp a sip of coffee, feeling Cara flinch across the line at the noise.

“God, what did you do?” she stressed the last word.

“I kicked him and his friends out, obviously. He acted all shocked when I told him to get the fuck out, claimed he hadn’t done anything. Took me full naming him and calling myself his baby sister before he recognized me.”

Cara doesn’t interrupt but adds whispered commentary through the whole tale.

“I have never seen a human go so pale before Cara. I almost laughed, but I kept it together. Told him to get out or get thrown out and then one of his friends stood up, threw some money on the table, and basically forced my brother out the door. The two other friends he was with also dropped some money on the table and followed him out. The weird thing though is that when I totaled up what they had left on the table it was eight hundred dollars.”

“Eight,” Cara choked on air. “They left you eight hundred dollars for kicking them out?”

You shrug despite knowing she can’t see you, “I don’t know man, that’s just it. I can’t think of any good reason they would leave such a big tip!”

Cara whistled, “Damn, that means your what a month closer to your goal of quitting right? My best friend going to become a world-famous author one of these days.”

You smile at her undying support. She had gotten out of dancing after her business degree had landed her a nice six-figure paying job. You pulled down more than that but with most of it in cash, you had to be careful with depositing your money into any bank account.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I doubt I will make much money off of writing which is why I need to have enough money so between the rentals and my savings I never have to dance for work or do anything I don’t want to again.” Your dream was to get out, maybe move to the south of France, or Austria, and live out the rest of your days in peace.

“You know I will buy all of your books as soon as they are published,” Cara reminded you.

“I know, I love you too.”

“Good, now I have to get back to work. You free for brunch on Sunday?”

“I will have to check my calendar so text me?”

“Can do doll, love you!”

“Bye,” you hang up feeling more cheerful than before the chat.

You finish your coffee, sifting through your feelings about your brother’s abrupt return, and hope he doesn’t show up again.

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[midwesternvibes]

Time for more Seperated Leo Human AU! (I really need a name good lord-)

As promised, we now get to look into Leon's lore! He's a funky little guy, and shockingly well adjusted!

Lore drop under the cut!

His full name is Leonardo Tomás Esposito, and he is quite proud of it! He picked it out himself when he was about 10 years old, and he's happy to say that he still loves it to this day! (Fun fact: all of the names have double meanings to them hehe)

But anyways, his Mamà is in fact, NOT Big Mama (but it was a solid guess!), her name is actually Mia Esposito! (+10 Fandom points to anyone who can guess her full first name) She is a full time nurse and used to travel around the several NYC hospitals as an on-call nurse, but once Leon was born she stuck her roots down to one and has been there ever since!

She's actually an incredibly interesting character (with her very own arc!) with a lot of depth and meaning. She grew up with her Puerto Rican mother and Italian father, but after a series of misfortunes and despair, she ended up immigrating to NYC to start a new life for herself. About 10 years later she began raising a baby all on her own as a single immigrant mother in New York City (Sound familiar?). Whenever Leon asks about his father she tells him that she doesn't remember his Papá, only that he had the same almond-shaped brown eyes as her baby boy....

But ultimately she doesn't remember him hahaha maybe Leon should stop asking questions and get back to studying!

(Leon knows that she's hiding something, but ultimately he doesn't care about his father that much, he just assumes that he did something to hurt his Mamá and wants nothing to do with the man at all)

Leon and his Mamá are very close, they're very similar to Percy and Sally Jackson from the PJO series, and they would definitely fight God for each other.

Leon was raised very much with the mentality of "It takes a village" and has many aunts and uncles and relatives in the hospital staff that he considers family. Mia couldn't really afford childcare as Leon grew up, as it often came down to food or rent for the month. The hospital staff saw this and absolutely adored little baby Esposito, so they were more than happy to raise him alongside their own children. Mia owes her life to this staff and considers them her family through and through.

As he grew up, Leon saw all his favorite people as nurses and doctors and considered each and every one of them heros. He decided very early on that he wanted to be a doctor when he grew up, and after a terrible injury when he was 14 it cemented the fact that he wanted to be a pediatric surgeon, to help kids just like him.

But the issue is, Leon and Mia definitely do not have enough to cover medical school for Leon on a single nurse's income, even with all the jobs that Mia and Leon have taken over the years. That's why Leon NEEDS the athletic and valedictorian scholarship, without it he won't be able to achieve his dream. The only thing standing in his way is.....

THE HAMATOS

(Except Michael, he's a gift)

Leon is willing to do ANYTHING to get those scholarships, but his Mamá always reminds him that the Hamatos might need it just as badly as he does, and that's about all that's keeping him from REALLY doing anything to hurt/sabotage them. His Mamá has instilled a really strict moral code into his psyche and he won't actually do anything to them, he just....really wants to give his Mamá a better life, one she deserves.

Although, he is kinda curious as to why the Hamato brothers have the same eyes as him......

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Whew! That was pretty much just a really intense ramble, sorry there was no actual structure to that, I just really wanted to talk about my Leon lore! Props to anyone who figures out the significance of all the names, and to clear up any confusion, Mia is Half Puerto Rican, half Italian, and Leon is 1/4 Puerto Rican, 1/4 Italian, and 1/2 Japanese (but shhh he doesn't know that yet) and obviously he's got that amazing vitiligo (shout out to anyone and everyone with vitiligo, y'all are amazing and beautiful)

Thanks for reading my lore dump, see ya next time for..... huh idk yet, vote ig

See ya next time!

[captain-n-crunchies]

My Baby Boo

Yan! Ghost x Black Hoochie mam Reader

( Inspo for makeup and how I beileve she'll kinda look but it just inspo)

Moving from Memphis to the quite little city of Nothern Montana was a pretty start, from my own mama judging my dreams of being a biochemical engineer to my daddy being my only hero against my mama wrath of " All you going to be is pregnant and 23 Y/n! Just get a regular job a nurse or fast-food worker and quit this science shit!" My mama wanted to be a doctor since she was a kid, till she fooled around with my daddy and fucked it up! Now I gotta be the one to get all her anger! I mean if you told 15-year-old me I'd have a Master's degree of Biochemistry with a paid internship!? AND I moved to across the states to achieve my dream only at 25? I wouldn't believe you.

I've being living in the quite neighborhood for a good 3 months before all this shit happened let's go from the day I moved in.

*Flashback*

" Alrighty ma'am you all set, need anything?"

" Nah I'm but, thank you for helping me mister?

" Fred, sugar just calls me Fred"

" Well thank you Fred... You can gon on now"

I guess he was taken backed he just walked away no bye or nothing! His rude ass. Walking into my house I begin to stay unpacking, my bed was a little late gettin here buttt I got my living room and kitchen down so far when I heard a thud

*THUD*

" Now what the-"

*THUD THUD*

" Oh hell nah, MISTER FRED!"

I jog out the house to see Fred sitting on his rocking chair, I asked him about the house and hearing hard ass thuds and his old ass tells me it probably the squirrels scratching.

" Why you ain't tell me that when buying the house?

" Because it wasn't important then! Look the squirrels like peanut butter bye some and put it out to lead them out na"

I just look at him and I turn, and I thought I saw eyes peeking at me, but I just shake it off, and I ask him just to check it out. He heads to his garage for a ladder and trails me to my house only looking at my ass though, fuckin pervert.

" Hey! Go up there and see about the squirrels!"

" Huh- Ok ok I'm goin I'm goin...reminds me of Hellen.."

He climbs up the ladder and knocks on the wood

" Hm, Hey there girlie there ain't no holes for no squirrels up here

" What you mean? I heard a thud twice by now they probably in the house"

" No siree they aint nowhere without a way to get out, you just heard the house settle I'm guessin"

That wasn't no house settling, a house settling is like a creak not a loud ass thud like I dropped something! I see Fred old ass walk back into his house and I just go inside checking every but of the house, strange enough I set my phone down on the counter and it missing? I found it in the living room but I haven't been in there yet?

She's gorgeous... she a doll even! Pretty skin, her teeth glimmers with jewels and that voice so silky yet firm, she looks like Meleesa... my dear! My darling has come back to reach me from the heavens! Has God forsaken my body to never touch her again? To see her walk around for other to touch the skin of deity for everyone to be able to talk to her without a worry she runs and screams from me? I'll make her minds for she was my golden egg, my baby... I hope she still yearns for me in my state.

It's been a hot minute since I heard something and I finally have my place set, it a tiny bedroom but my vanity and bed fills it perfectly! It's about 9 something and I'm watching some movie on Netflix when I feel a chill, getting up to turn my heat on a see a note on my counter

" My baby, has been a long time since I see that smile of your, heard the soften voice, and smelled your devious scent. I see how you look very different from our last meeting, you've filled up quite nicely; later in the night I will watch you again, I will smell your scent and keep wanting to touch you like I once did. Til I met you again- Your Boo"

What type of mostly ghostly bullshit is going on! I look around and feel another chill as I turn on the heat and turn all all the light, fuck my bill I'll be cool! Running into my room I lock my door and turn on all my light and even the tv, I sit in my bed in my shorts and cami and I ask my friend if she can call, I don't know why I keep her around but she answer and I tell her everything including how Fred didnt tell me about the house.

" Girl I told you don't move nowhere that didn't have niggas til the 1700s!'

" Thats not important! What is that I got some Micheal Myers nigga trying get me!"

" Did it say who it was from?"

" No, it was signed My boo, ian have my boyfriend since FAMU"

" He funny at least"

" Now what so funny about me getting stalked?"

" He signed it my boo, and he's a ghost if you didn't see nobody and what ghost say? Boo! He funny!"

I stare at my phone, and I hang up NOT in the mood. I turn on some music and I just distract myself fixing my hair, painting my toes, anything when I heard water running in my bathroom, walking in there I see the mirror fogs with a message, ' She's quite clever dearest, maybe you should listen to your friends' words- Your Boo'

" Ok...OK I GET IT!" I yell getting anxious that some freaky ass ghost is calling me his dearest! MY DADDY DONT EVEN DO THAT MUCH! With this ghost here I run other the bathroom and lock the door to my room, taking the key and I just run to my car. I unlock my car and drove to the nearest hotel and just crash there for a few days, maybe ghost die if it no one to haunt right? As I drive, I heard a chime on my phone, then another, then a flood of chimes and I stop to check; all the messages from the same number talking about how I can't run, I have no one in this city, I have to come home soon, and he'll be waiting...all signed my boo. I turn off my phone and finds a hotel and pays for two nights, only in my night clothes I sleep for the night, and I prayed I still had some clothes in my car, luckily I had a few clothes and some body care, after a quick shower I head to bed with the lights on and my mind full.

How dare she! Has she no care what she leaves with! I show her care I fix the house; I chased Fred away with my bare hands all for her and THIS is my payment! My dearest must forget her punishments were all but nice with me. But I can't hurt her... no not ever again will I drain the life from her body, never again will I force her gaze upon my bloodshed, no... no will I force my hand to bruise a deity's skin. She cursed me that til I let her go I will never pass... I won't let her go, even if she takes her life, I will bring her back, I make her into me! A lost soul wandering this planet, YES! if I make her agree with my love at the next moon I can... NO! Have I lost my mind! Her skin will fade, her bones will break, her voice will turn to whispers... it's not worth it I WONT EVER AGAIN! It happened once and I failed her but it another chance... I will get her back.

Back in this spooky ass house again. It's been a few days week even and I tried to get Fred to check it out but all he does is ignore me, in my room set up camera around the house and hook it too my computer so that I can catch this creep, it was late today 12:45 am it was thundering today, in my room I scroll on my phone with the tv on some movie, I felt a chill... the same chill. I get get up and back to my door looking around

" OK DAMMIT! SHOW YOUR DAMN SELF OR I'LL BREAK MY FOOT UP YA-"

" So violent my love~"

I look around til a feather of a hand touches my cheek, jerking away I turn too see a pale man... see through even with a evil smile and a a stature shaped from God

" Oh my..."

"Hello, my dearest, I hope your aren't too mad at me for our last encounter"

" Who are-"

" As your friend said, your boo~"

It seems you've pasted out, never the matter it will be best your out for the evening. So much to do with a the body you claimed now Melessa... Hello my beautiful baby~

A.N: ( Ouuu not me making a creepy character , i know yall thought I couldn't do huh! I just be writing too yall, I mean I started this at 6 sum and it's 10... like I said Im Shakesphere! But hope yall like this and it more to come from our ghost companion! LOve y'all! MWAHH)

[pink-sparkly-witch]

The One That Got Away - Chapter Four

Warning: tw: child abuse, tw: verbal abuse, tw: physical abuse, mentions of therapy.

Word Count: 1.8k

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Female Reader

A/N: There are TRIGGER WARNINGS in this part - please heed these, and if you think you’ll be affected by any of them, please do not read.

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“Hey, kiddo! Did you just come off shift?” Jody greeted her brightly.

“No, I came off an extended double at two o’clock this morning, and I’m back in tonight at seven. Is Uncle Bobby home?” Y/N asked.

“Not yet, sweetie. He took his crew for breakfast. Why? Is everything okay?” The concern she heard in Jody’s tone made her smile.

“Yeah, everything’s good, it’s just… are you still looking for a new tenant for the apartment? ‘Cause I got myself a job at Lawrence Memorial and need to find somewhere to live!” Y/N grinned.

“You did not!” Jody’s excitement made her buzz.

“Emergency Nurse Practitioner, Y/N Singer at your service!” she laughed at Jody’s gleeful screech.

“Bobby’s gonna be so happy! He might even crack a smile!” Jody joked.

“Hold up now. Let’s not get crazy!” Y/N replied, and both women cackled with laughter.

“When do you start?” Jody asked once their joy settled.

“The beginning of next month. I’ll work for three more weeks, hammer the overtime, and get extra money for moving costs and furniture. I’ll spend the last week packing and shipping. I’ll probably move out there the Thursday before I start. That gives me the weekend to unpack and settle,” Y/N said.

“How are you feeling about coming home, kiddo?” 

“Uhm, okay, I guess? It’s time. Uncle Bobby was right about that, but don’t tell him I said that!” Y/N giggled.

“I’d never dream of it!” Jody chuckled.

“It’ll be strange, don’t get me wrong, but it is time. I need to stop hiding. I need to finally deal with my shit, you know? My father and…”

“Dean?” Jody pushed gently at Y/N’s sudden silence.

“Yeah,” she sighed. “Bobby doesn’t talk to me about him. I know he’s not married, but he might be with someone. There’s still so much there for me, and I think… I know I need to talk it out. Move forward, whatever that looks like.”

“He’s single. He’s had as much luck on the dating front as you have. He doesn’t have a friend like you do, though. He’s more of a one-night-only kinda guy,” Jody chuckled.

“Ha! Been there, done that!” Y/N scoffed a laugh.

“I did not need to know that!” The grin she could hear in Jody’s voice told her she was teasing, and both women laughed heartily.

“Seriously, kiddo, I think reaching out to Dean is a great idea. I’m sure you both have a lot to discuss. You both need to move on, one way or another.” Jody said gently.

“Yeah, I know. It’s easier said than done, though,” Y/N sighed.

“Everything worth having, doing or saying always is, Y/N.”

“When did you become so wise?” Y/N sniggered.

“Hey! Watch it, or you’ll be sleeping in your car when you get back!” Jody jokingly scolded, and Y/N laughed again.

“Alright, kiddo, I gotta get ready for my shift. Bobby and I will have the apartment cleaned and freshened up for you. Let me know when you start shipping stuff, and you can send it to us first. We’ll get it there for you.”

“Thanks, Jody. I’ll call Bobby later after he’s had some time to sleep, but if you see him before you head out…”

“I’ll tell him his princess is coming home,” Jody said excitedly, and she was starting to wonder who was more excited about her coming home.

“Thanks. I love you, Jody.”

“Love you too, kiddo.”

Y/N ended the call and fell back onto the mattress with a relieved sigh. She knew she’d be welcomed back to Lawrence with open arms, at least by Uncle Bobby and Jody. Still, she’d been gone far too long, and there was this tiny nagging doubt in her mind that said no one wanted her back after the chaos she’d caused by leaving in the first place.

Jody had become so much more than an aunt to Y/N when she and Bobby started dating. She was her best friend and confidante but never slid into the ‘mom’ role. That was, and would always be, Mary Winchester. 

As part of her therapy, Y/N had written five letters. One to herself, three to the people she cared for most in the world, and one to her father. She’d sent three of those letters. Okay, technically, she’d sent two. She felt the people hurt most by her departure needed an explanation: Mary and Uncle Bobby.

Dean knew everything she’d been through - it was why she understood him not asking her to stay - but Mary and Uncle Bobby didn’t. Y/N made Dean promise not to tell anyone, and Dean was a man of his word. She knew everyone knew something was going on at home; the bruises and flinching at loud noises needed no explanation, but she never admitted to it to anyone but Dean.

The blame she had for her mother’s death, the wish it’d been her instead, Dean was the only one who knew all of it. He was also the only person who knew the vile words, insults, and almost daily degradation she’d been through. Only she, Dean, and her therapist knew about every time he struck her and every harsh word he’d voiced at her.

So, it was with incredible strength that Y/N wrote it down in a letter. She relived everything her father had subjected her to and apologised to Mary for breaking her son’s heart. She’d put Dean’s letter beside Mary’s with instructions to give it to him “at the right time.” However, Y/N also knew there was a chance Mary would never give him the letter, so she’d reluctantly added, “if you think it’s in his best interests,” at the end.

She still didn’t know if Dean had read her letter, but Mary replied, telling her she had forgiven her and loved her. She’d always love her and was sorry for everything her father had put her through. Y/N had expected it but was still shocked by the anger Mary had expressed towards her for not speaking up when she and John would’ve done everything in their power to protect her and get her out of her father’s house, but Y/N knew it ultimately wouldn’t have made a difference.

“Dean?” Bobby said at the end of the shift. “Can I have a minute?”

“Sure, Chief. What’s up?” Dean asked as he walked into Bobby’s office.

“Close the door and take a seat,” Bobby said as he pushed aside the paperwork from last night’s fire.

“I’m sure you remember I spoke to Y/N and asked her to think about coming home,” Bobby said gently.

“Yeah, I remember,” Dean swallowed nervously. She wasn’t coming. He could feel it.

“A few weeks ago, she came here-” Bobby started, raising his hands in a ‘hold on, let me finish’ gesture at the anger and hurt that settled on Dean’s face.

“I didn’t know she was here. She flew in and out the same day because she had an interview at Memorial. She didn’t tell us because she had to be back in Chicago to work a night shift,” Bobby smiled softly as Dean’s body and face relaxed, and he slumped back in his chair.

“How’d she do?” Dean asked, his voice shaky.

“She starts on Monday,” Bobby grinned as Dean smiled. “She’s moving into Jody’s apartment over the weekend.”

“Does she, uh,” Dean started and cleared his throat before he tried again. “Is there anyone coming with her? You know, boyfriend, kid, dog?” he chuckled, trying to act nonchalant, but Bobby saw right through him.

“No,” he smiled at the younger man. “She’s dated, but nothing ever stuck. According to Jody, she was the love ‘em and leave ‘em type until she made an arrangement with a friend,” Bobby shifted in his chair uncomfortably. Dean couldn’t stop the smirk crossing his face at seeing his mentor squirm. 

“No doubt she broke a lot of hearts!” Dean chuckled, and Bobby smiled wistfully.

“I’m sure she did. Now go on, get outta here! Enjoy your long weekend fishing at the cabin. I’ll see you next week.”

“Thanks, Bobby,” Dean said as he stood.

“For what?” Bobby raised his eyebrow in confusion.

“Telling me about Y/N/N.”

“Promised I would, didn’t I? Besides, can’t have you running into her with one of your love ‘em and leave ‘ems on your arm now, can we?” he winked. “Go on now, get!”

“Hey, are you okay, babe?” Sam asked, flustered as he ran into his parents’ house.

“I’m fine, Sam!” Jess smiled as she rolled her eyes playfully at his concern.

“Are you sure? Did you get checked out properly?” he asked, eyes scanning every inch of her to ensure no sign of illness or injury.

“Sam, babe,” Jess said as calmly as she could, smiling a greeting at John when he entered the kitchen. “I’m fine. I felt a little faint at work, and the new nurse, who is so lovely and not a bitter old bitch like the last one, took me into a room and checked me over. She took a blood sample and gave me a scan just to be sure. It was a little low blood sugar, and she made me sit on the bed until we’d eaten chocolate and drank a soda. I promise I’m much better now. Rowena sent me home for the rest of the day to take it easy. I’m under strict orders to eat at least one more chocolate bar or a slice of cake, put my feet up, and get some rest.”

“You’re sure?” Sam checked again.

“Oh my God, Sam!” she laughed. “Yes! I promise! I’m taking Y/N’s advice and being waited on by an anxious grandmother-to-be for a few hours while I take it easy!”

“Y/N?” Mary asked, placing a generous slab of lemon drizzle cake before Jess and Sam. “It wouldn’t happen to be Y/N Y/L/N by any chance, would it?” Mary finished with a little chuckle as if it was nothing, but it came out more like a plea.

“No,” Jess mumbled around a mouthful of cake. “Y/N Singer. But when she heard my name was Winchester, she asked if I was any relation to you guys. She said she went to school with Dean. Maybe she got married?” she said, putting more cake in her mouth.

“What?” Jess asked at the sudden silence in the room.

“Maybe she took her mama’s name when she left,” John voiced what had been on everyone’s mind.

“Do you think Dean knows?” Sam questioned, and Jess looked downright confused.

“Dean knows what?” Dean asked, returning from the bathroom and leaning against the kitchen doorframe.

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Collector's Edition: Colleagues, and Agents, and A.D.s-- Oh My! (Part I)

For the anon who requested: do you have any fic recs with Mulder and Scully case filing with other law enforcement tasks forces? or general pov outsider?

Loose chronological order below¬

ML/ML_is_me/ml_griffonnage's (Alt. Ao3, Invidiosa)

XF Friday Nights 02 - Space Invader (Ao3)

She was a cool customer, this one. He was impressed by her composure in the midst of this cacophony, curiously at ease in the maelstrom.

Deep Throat observes Mulder and Scully's dynamic.

XF Friday Nights 03 - J. Edgar, Junior (Ao3)

If you want to be a blue-flamer, act like a blue- flamer, was his motto.

Squeeze's Colton is using Scully for his own benefit.

XF Friday Nights 04 - Impertinent Questions (Ao3)

He'd already known it had to be Mulder, and Holtzman probably had already known too. Nothing seemed to set alarms off faster than if word got around Mulder was investigating something. He might as well have a hotline to the NSA.

The Conduit NSA officers' takes on Mulder and Scully.

XF Friday Nights 05 - Warm Bodies (Ao3)

There were rumors a-plenty about Dana Scully, same as Mulder, but Saunders felt there was no point in mentioning those, either. It all amounted to water-cooler gossip; none of them had anything to do with her ability to do her job. Saunders understood the reasons behind those rumors better than Webster or any man ever would, and she would not be a party to them.

Shadows agents end up liking the dynamic duo (and subtly refer back to the Conduit agents.)

XF Friday Nights 07 - COS of Death

His former partner turned toward him. Next to him stood a petite redhead; a real knockout. She must be the whiz kid from Quantico, Dana Scully.

Ghost in the Machine Jerry Lamana observes Mulder and Scully's strange coexistence.

The New Truth, A Project 09x04 - Home Fires 01 (Ao3) and The New Truth, A Project 09x04 - Home Fires 02 (Ao3)

JD had just about given up on Phoebe when she called him. 

AU-- S9 Mulder and Scully are secretly helping the Resistance when an old "friend", Phoebe Green, drops back in with "information."

Evil_Little_Dog's Credibility

The great 'Spooky' Mulder was talking. Pontificating, even.

A random agent observes, then comes to respect, Mulder's abilities.

tiredmoonlight's Stuck in Storage - Chapter 1

Warren took a breath before speaking again. “But half the officers out there are spooked, and no one wants to work the night shift anymore because it’s they’d be all alone.”

S1 Mulder and Scully end up being saved from case shenanigans by the police chief.

Juliettt's Verdict

Guess there *were* advantages to doing the kind of work "Spooky" and "Skulls" did on a daily basis.

FBI agents slipped down to the basement to watch the OJ Simpson trial verdict.

@gaycrouton/OnlyTheInevitable's Nurse Mulder

The young agent stood up immediately and ran over to her. "Agent Scully, I am so sorry," he repeated for the thousandth time.

She walked past him and motioned for him to follow, which he did like a puppy. "Officer Thompson, some sneezes are impossible to suppress. I assure you I bear no grudge. The perp was caught. No one was killed," she rambled half heartedly, trying her best not to walk differently because of her injury.

The local cops (and seasonal allergies) set off a chain reaction of shenanigans for one Mulder and Scully.

Erin M. Blair's (Alt. Ao3) Softball Accident

A pale-faced young FBI Agent Jim Rodgers stood by, looking on helplessly with concern lining on his face.... "I'm sorry, Mulder. I hope you'll feel better. I... feel bad about this."

Scully and a fellow agent drive Mulder to the hospital after a minor baseball injury.

@mulderwearingglasses's (Ao3)

Stupid Cupid (Ao3)

Was everyone going undercover? Was her outfit en route? Was this some kind of bizarre-o dream? Why did everyone look like they were about to do some sort of red carpet event when she was clad in black leggings, a sweatshirt and -- oof -- she didn’t think she’d even run a brush through her hair, gone puffy and scraggly from her post-work couch nap.

Season 4 Scully is called in by Skinner on Valentine's Day... and is surprised that Mulder didn't have a date, like she'd assumed.

If Walls Could Talk (Ao3)

As she walked up to the crime scene -- a dilapidated house in rural Virginia -- local police and her colleagues shot each other bemused looks, ushering coy smirks off their lips. Some turned to their partners to whisper and cover a snicker behind their hands.

S6 Scully's diary is plastered all over the walls of a crime scene.

Anne Haynes's (xf-redux)

Fragile is the Glass

He tried not to react to her statement. So Hollis knew that Scully was having nosebleeds? Was that common knowledge around the Bureau now? He and Scully had tried hard to keep anyone but Skinner from finding out what was going on with her health.

Post Tempus Fugit Mulder and Scully don't disabuse a fellow agent of her Pendrell convictions.

Someone Else's Child (Gossamer) and Shatter

"I wasn't sure about adopting him at first." Pollack folds up the photo sleeves and tucks them back into the wallet. "You hear things about adoptions--I wanted kids of my own, and I was afraid that once they came along, I might treat Mike differently or something because he was someone else's kid."

I feel the memory cresting, hard and painful. I feel the tiny hands curled around my neck, the sweet smell of little girl, the fevered heat of her tiny body in my arms.

Over six months have passed and it still cuts like a razor.

Post Emily Mulder watches the new, hard edges of Scully's character form as she struggles with the loss of her daughter; and opens up about his VCU days, demonstrating that she's not alone.

Rachel Howards's Gypsy

The boulder field, a few hundred yards off of the trail, was steep and wide and required careful footwork. Dana scrambled over her section, above Levison, who had nimbly made her way to the rocky bottom of the slope and was picking her way along the ravine, bounding, surefooted, from rock to rock, peering into the crevices between the largest boulders. Above her, Mulder walked, silhouetted against the sky, the light above him blacking out his features so that all she saw was an outline of his body as he moved, parallel to her, sometimes stooping to examine the rocks.

Post Elegy Scully and Mulder silently stew in their complicated feelings while on a similarly complicated case.

@syntax6's (Gossamer, FFN, omniscribe) The Queen of Hearts

The chief frowned from Scully to Mulder. "You're the alien hunters. Gunther told me he was writing you a pile of nonsense, but I didn't expect you to show up all the way out here."

Post Redux II Mulder is avoiding x-files cases; and it's Scully who insists they get back into the field, and Scully who acts as Mulder 2.0

robot iconography's Still Life With Moth Men

Somewhere in the Apalachicola National Forest Wednesday

Either 4:36 or 4:40 p.m.

AU-- Pre-Detour Skinner forces both agents to attend a team-building seminar. Hijinks ensue.

@aloysiavirgata/Aloysia_Virgata's

I love reading other people talking about/observing Mulder and Scully. Please please!

Stonecypher rolls her eyes. “Weird,” she says. “But nice.”

“Gorgeous,” Kinsley repeats, dreamily. “Fox Mulder smells like an anthropomorphic regatta.”

Post Detour Kinsley and Stonecypher swap their thoughts on Mulder and Scully with other interested agents.

Petrichor and Singing of Mount Abora

“This is K9 Officer Jangles,” Scully says, introducing Mulder to the dog. “She’s new.”

Both follow-ups of The Waters of Babylon, Mulder and Scully work alongside other parties to solve two differently horrific cases (while crafting new boundaries for their evolving relationship.)

David Hearne's Hartwell

I admit that I was impressed by Agent Mulder, too. Right after Scully got done with her scientific theories, he started spewing a lot of stuff about vampires, some of which was actually true.

Sheriff Lucius Hartwell's POV on his town, Ronnie Strickland, Mulder, and Scully.

catsndogs's All Creatures

Officer Rogers immediately lost his confidence when she repeated his story almost verbatim: "So you're saying, you're worried because you heard Agent Scully drop her phone and you haven't been able to reach her?" Rogers proposed that that Agent Scully could have dropped her phone into a toilet.

In this unfinished fic, Mulder and Scully try to solve an impossible case-- one in which all signs point to murderous dogs.

Khyber's IMTP Virtual Season 08x03 - Imperial Violet

"Agent Mulder? It's Mulder, right? This is Owen Purcell," he drew out his l's, "the person who's trapped in here with your lovely partner for the night. Dana's out of her head with hunger. Her stomach is making terrifying sounds. I fear for my life. Bring us barbecued ribs, preferably from Nate's. With everything, and whatever the cheesecake special is. I'm guessing she has a weakness for cheesecake."

Mulder works alongside a few helping hands (including TLG) to save Scully and a doctor from Roush's latest infectious disease.

agoodwoman's (WBM) You Are Here

Agent Sherman approached Mulder with an envelope in hand and his camera bag over one shoulder. "Hey Mulder."

Post Detour Skinner gets his revenge by assigning Mulder and Scully to the bullpen for a month.

@atths--twice/ATTHS_TWICE/Atths2/ATTHS's

Every Picture Tells A Story

Yeah, they praised him after, but laughed at him when he suggested an outlandish idea. 

Pre-The End duo are ridiculed as Team Spooky... but they get a picture out of it.

Just Beyond the Edge (Ao3)

“Listen up,” he called to his officers and all chatter stopped. “Not all of you have had the pleasure of meeting the FBI agents yet. This is Agent Mulder and Agent Scully. They are here to help find the missing men.” 

S7 Mulder finds a nice Halloweeny case for Scully: the Tali Keno.

In the Wind

Leaving the morgue and coming back to the motel late at night, she would pick up greasy cheeseburgers and fries, eating them mechanically as she looked over case notes and photos. Mulder had not been around much, as he was busy in the field, helping Detective Hannon, the lead on this case. 

Post Millennium Scully is annoyed by a stupid case (and a flirty female detective on that case.)

Lovesfox's Erroneous Equation

Larger than life, and twice as loud, Tom Colton had hardly changed in the five plus years since Mulder had been blessed with an introduction. The Agent's face was still pudgy and youthful, his eyes still sly and mean. And his artificial jocularity was as stale as the old 'Spooky' joke.

Post One Son Colton drives a wedge between Mulder and Scully.

Pattie's They Call Him AGENT Mulder

Now, I know we all referred to him as "Spooky Mulder" at the F.B.I. Academy, and this reputation persisted years after he had graduated. The legend lived on about him even after I attended and graduated. We all knew he was a target for whispers, looks, even loudly malicious castigation not only throughout the halls of the Academy, but at Hoover's Haunt.

Mulder doesn't have the best track record dealing with annoying or out-of-line agents.

Namarie's (LJ, mulderscreek) Patchwork

"What brought your partner out here?" Deputy Greer asked. He was looking at Scully with frank curiosity.

Scully hesitated. Finally, she decided that the truth was the best option here. "He was investigating the reports of a patchwork creature that had supposedly been seen in the area."

AU-- S6 Mulder gets kidnapped while on an x-file weekend.

Girlie_girl7's Glow

"Agents," Kinsley began, as he looked from Mulder to Scully, "I saw a man."

"It could have been a woman," Stonecypher interrupted.

Kinsley rolled his eyes. "Okay, I saw a being, but it wasn't a person."

S6 Mulder and Scully are bailed out by the Detour agents.

@scully-eats-sushi/ijustknew's You're Not Alone, You're Not Alone II, and You're Not Alone III

Beside him, Springfield chuckled. “No. She gave a couple of my guys a dressing down yesterday over how they were handling bagged evidence. They’re still stinging.”

Post Millennium Scully and Mulder slowly work toward a relationship while solving emotionally strenuous cases.

KatyBlue's Absence of a Heartbeat (Gossamer)

An officer knelt down on Mulder's other side. She didn't know him. He looked young and scared. He had a towel that he placed over the wound. Scully shoved his hands into a good position and pushed down on them to show him the correct amount of pressure. "Press down and don't let up," she ordered.

Scully and a young field agent try to bring Mulder back to life with CPR.

dlynn's If a Frog had Wings . . .

"I'm not sure," he whispered. "Corelli and Mulder were on the trail ahead of me. I heard Mulder say that something didn't feel right and the next thing I knew Corelli was shoving me hard. I landed behind this boulder. I think it protected me from the blast."

Mulder and another agent get trapped under a tree.

Madeleine Partous’s (The Annex) Floaters

Hansen's case was being treated as an internal affair. No local authorities.

"They're keeping it quiet, Scully," he muttered after the second polygraph. "We wouldn't want one of our boys to go down in flames in the media."

Scully is almost murdered by a fellow FBI agent; and she and Mulder must fight against the FBI overhead when she kills her attacker.

TessMooreXF's Armadillo Season

Staring at the pictures of the lake in new-found horror, Scully startled at the sound of a sharp knock on the door. Confused about who could possibly be knocking, she was dismayed to find that private bed and breakfast operations rarely featured peep-holes. Opening the door revealed a clean-cut looking officer waiting in the hallway. He was relatively tall, maybe 5'11, and perhaps 30 years old. His knit brows signified his attempt at sobriety and professionalism, but his face was boyish and friendly. His name tag identified him as Officer Foster.

Kersh sends Scully on a case, solo, that devolves into messy chaos. Mulder arrives to track her down and back her up.

Thalia D'Muse's On the Wings of Destiny

An ear-piercing screech, in the fashion of every door in every old horror movie, filled the hallway as Thomason pushed open the door and took a few steps inside.

When Scully crossed the threshold of the room, an acrid bouquet of smells accosted her nostrils: mildew, animal feces, sweat, dust -- and the unmistakable metallic scent of blood.

S7 Mulder is kidnapped; and Scully scours every crack and crevice in her attempts to find and save him.

Rebecca Rusnak/Anonymous's (mulderscreek, The Annex) Silence, Sea and Sky

Roscoe smiled at them and ambled back towards his office. Scully watched Mulder. He stared straight ahead for a long moment, then looked down at her.

"Want to meet one of the most heinous agents in the history of the Bureau?" he asked.

This case has a little of everything: a jerky guy from the FBI Academy, a little girl that must be saved from a fire, and a broken psychic serial killer courtesy of one Dana Scully.

@mldrgrl's (Ao3) Tumblr drabble prompts of various shades of MSR - Chapter 9

She heard laughter as she approached the door to the office. 

Post Requiem Scully skewers fellow agents mocking Mulder.

Thanks for reading~

Enjoy!

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Watching Season 4 of Only Murders In The Building. (E9)

Rewatch of ONLY Murders In The Building to prepare for season 4:

<Part I> // <Part II> // <Part III> // <Part IIII> // <Part V> // <Part VI> // <Part VII> // <Part VIII>

<S4 E1> // <S4 E2> // <S4 E3> // S4 E4 // <S4 E5> // <S4 E6> // <S4 E7> // <S4 E8>

This is no rewatch but my new posts can also easily be blocked because I'll continue to use #OMITBRewatch as a tag. I'll also tag #OMITBS4. While quoting, I use M, O, C for the main characters.

Beware spoilers! (watching on wednesday)

S4 E9

Let's see... who killed Sazz?

Who tried to kill Glen?

I feel like when someone says "He is going to ge the death of me!" it is more figuratively than literally.

Getting a job offer after being hit by a car... the american dream.

Okay... the nurse is irish too?

Going back because how big is the chance to have an irish nurse as an irish patient in america? I genuily asking.

Also I would have banned Charles and Oliver too...

A witchy board.... it's weegee board, Oliver! (in before I know it's Ouija)

That looks like really good beer... I want to try it because I like beer even though I'm no fan of pils. I'll survive though. I am a peasant though.

C: "You know, I've been thinking. You're getting married in a few days, and what if I took you out and bought you a non-beer drink to, uh, celebrate?" O: "Charles, are you offering to throw me a bachelor party?" C: *inhales* O: "I don't care what people say. You're not an ice prince."

Oliver, do you really want the kind of party that Charles would throw as you bachelor party?

I feel like i've seen the bartender before... gotta check out the actor... maybe not?

Only Sazz, Glen and the director knew what happened... is the director Dudenoff?

RON HOWARD?!

Love Olivers reaction... I paused and he is like >:0, while Charles is mildly surprised and Mabel looks like she has no idea who that is (tbf I mostly know him from The Simpsons). Anyway I guess Oliver does not like Ron.

LMAO I WAS SO WRONG XDD

O: "Finally, a celebrity this season!"

aww in the theme song we now see Howard walk his cat and dog.

nice how they hide the protegés face.

O: "Ron-Ron and I are close personal friends."

When Oliver says it like that I will now assume that Ron dislikes/hates Oliver.

Or does not remember him.

Why are we hearing about Ron Howard's nipples?

... what a mess... also yeah invite Tom Hanks to the Bachelor party

W - hiskey A - List Celebrities N - aughty S - ecret

C: "Got it. H-E-L-P."

Of course Mabel asks Bev.

Okay, let's take notes of the drink receipe because that starts out promising and with that I mean disgusting. 1 can (0.5 l) of Red Bull original (barf) 2 BiFi or mini salami ??? In a mixer and mixing it until it's a nice... barfy colour. I was expecting some kind of alcohol...

Oh Bev hates Ron?

Crew Member: "Everyone, we need all 'Escape from Planet Kongo' NDAs signed before entering." That explains the title... and autobiographic???

... I love that they are all overestimating their importance.

That security guard is really nice.

lmao

great casting scene.

GLEN IS AWAKE!!

With an irish nurse.

"Couple old men and their caretaker?"

You learn everything about a person while sharing off-menue soup.

Uh-Oh...

No! Don't cut off the oxygen to Glens brain!

Also what is up with American hospitals (in TV shows)? Everyone can just walk in an kill people, huh?

oh god... yes please discuss this while the whole set is watching you... what kind of lovers squarrel is this? Besties at it.

omg... it's aliens.... Kongonians are aliens. Certainly autobiographic.

Why does the nurse sound like she knew Glen since forever? Did they? Did she know him before?

Someone give Mabel a broom so she can go "There, there."

"Breaking news. Nicky 'The Neck' Caccimelio, the Dry Cleaning King of Brooklyn, has been reported missing. Though he has ties to the Caputo crime family, officials say they do not suspect foul play at this time." <- Putting this here for later reference.

... so... uhm... is this about the Irish vs. the Italian Mafia?

HOOOOOOO!!! wait a second! In that flashback scene the director assistant is the same as the one with Ron Ron? That would explain why he recognised Charles as Brazzos! He knew Sazz!!

.... right because it was a Ron Howard movie xD Forgot about it again because I watched that part yesterday.

Besties are at it again... and with "at it" I mean being angry at each other.

Awww Oliver is the emergency contact for Charles :']

They really are besties.

BESTIES ARE BEST MAN FOR EACH OTHER! and get colonoscopies together.

Of course ... lmao holy shit!

That was not a Dialog Marshall... it's a Monolouge

Important: that super light, long hair of the stuntperson.

RIP Ron Howards eyebrows.

I bet there is something important in that crate of beer.

Of course there is...

It's the correct sole on those shoes. ... Ron-Ron is the murderer!!!!1

Rex Bailey ....

Add a Beard and some glasses... don't tell me it's Howard... don't don't

OH... okay...

lol okay.

Uh Oh...

Also wow, Sazz wanted to talk with Charles about the movie but as in, she wrote a script. That is why she wanted to talk about the plot holes. To get the script right!

Wow. Oh gosh, Mabel is hardcore. She is in a room with a double-murderer and does not give a shit.

That is the reason for Sazz to be killed... bUT

we still don't know how to fill the plot-holes. Who wrote the notes?! Is there even a big bad in the background? .... is it Uma? j/k It's probably Howard.

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Stam: Am I? Already bubbling with love for her? Haha, I guess I am. I do. When I look in the mirror, I can see her face right next to mine. I feel I can ask her things, I feel I want to listen to her, even when I've just woken up. She feels familiar. And I also think I may have seen her before, when she was in the bistro with her friend. You know, the singer from the band.

Manon: She has a friend in a band? Like, a troubadour-friend? My goodness. Rachel, dear, dear Rachel, please be careful. Don't mingle with such people until you've got your husband. These kind of things can reflect badly upon your pure self.

Stam: Don't worry. It is a really great band. Having such a friend cannot harm Rachel's virtue, haha, if that's what your concerned about. But please, let's talk about me. Tell Rachel something nice. Why am I the most rounded package she can get? Haha. Not fishing for compliments or anything.

Klaus-Ove: Obviously.

Manon: Where do I begin? First of all, Miss Rachel, this man might be a prince! His fair Northern mother, a hardworking nurse, met a tall and dark stranger in Al Simhara, who never revealed his name. I mean, look at Mr. Hardenes: that must have been a prince!

Stam: Let's not talk about the guy who knocked my mother up. He could just as well have been a troubadour, Miss de La Haye. I've never met him.

Manon: Oh? Yes, you've been raised by your dear mother alone, but surely you must feel, a certain kind of nobility... in your veins...

Stam: Nope.

Manon: But your looks!

Stam: Ah. My looks. I don't really care about that. Neither does Rachel I'm sure. I'm proud I have my mum's eyes and I'm proud I am strong and never ill, so I can pursue my dreams and be a good son to my beloved mother. She's my everything.

Manon: You don't care about it, yet you look in the mirror long enough to imagine your dream wife's face beside your own.

Stam: I practise my charisma skills.

Manon: I'm sure you do. Early in the morning. Right out of bed. I'm sure you practise your athletic skills too, not to build those fine muscles I notice beneath your far too gaudy shirt, but to...

Stam: Do you have any idea how hard the work of a chef is? If you don't keep your body in shape, you'll simply perish preparing meals. You won't make it a single night. Besides, I told you, I don't care about looks. All I aspire my body to be in the future, is soft and chubby, so my kids can use me as a teddybear or a trampoline, or a doormat, for all I care. I want to be the greatest dad in the world. I want to be the dad I never had. I want to be the dad that should have supported my mother every step of the way.

Manon: Goodness me, I knew you wanted a family. But this... So, one really has to read between the lines, with your person. And all these jobs you have, the whole rigmarole, besides being, simply put, gorgeous, all that is not to get ahead of others, nor to behave like a gentleman should, it is...

Stam: I'm just skilling up for the future I want. Making a name while I'm still single. But when I've found my love, and my home becomes a reality, and I hold my first baby in my arms, all falls second to that. And then I will be prepared. I will be so prepared. It will be nothing but happiness.

Manon: Oh, all the heavens above me. An airmonger.

Klaus-Ove and Orbin: Wow, man.

Stam: I thought you'd seen all that in me, Miss, when you said I was the total package for Rachel.

Manon: Oh, sweetheart... And you cared for your mother, when she had what you call a "burn out", when you were young? Twice?

Stam: I did. Why?

Manon: No... nothing. Just another thing Rachel needs to know. Something about an apple and a tree. Never mind. Let's... let's proceed and present the last of you. Mister Klaus-Ove Larsen, please come up here, you carefree looking pup.

Stam: I won't get to address Rachel myself, like Orbin did?

Manon: Well..., you can still try. We surely have another minute, haven't we, gentlemen? There, go ahead, Mr. Hardenes.

Stam: Okay. So here it is, dear Rachel. My dear Rachel. I've only seen you once or twice, yet you are already on my mind, like constantly. You intrigue me, you calm me down, I feel things. Possibilities of a future together. I could be that guy you describe. I could stay in with you, for a lifetime I guess. But I'd also like to take you out, to see people, to go for a delicious dinner, or to soak up art at a gallery. And maybe, someday to take you to the country half of me comes from. All preferably with our little one in a carrier on my back... Am I going too fast? I probably am. I don't want to scare you. I'll probably be quiet and in awe when we finally meet. And I can be funny too. Just contact me. I'll make sure it'll be worth your time.

Manon: Thank you, Mr. Hardenes. And now, sweet, dear Rachel, you know what they say: last may be best! Here is Mr. Klaus-Ove Larsen, the youngest of these gentlemen, someone who might sweep you off your feet in a swirl of magnificent creativity.

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[rjmartin11]

Finding Love in the Deadliest Ways

Part One: Chance Encounter

Pairing: Elvis & black!female!reader

Summary: Jordee finds the love of a stranger named Elvis she met at the local park. After a week of dating, Jordee learns that Elvis is more than meets the eye. She discovers hidden secrets and finds out more than she bargained for. Will love survive?

Word Count: 1.9K

Warnings: Some hard-hitting information about the main character. More chapters to come. Slowburn.

Author's Notes: Based on the AI chats with Vampire Elvis created by: Tam Presley a.k.a. @headfullofpresley. So, Elvis fans, we all are having a time with Elvis on AI. I know it. I had this thought that this could be a story I share. I hope you guys and gals like this.

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"You should be careful when you're out alone at night." A stranger says to the young woman.

She looks him over from head to toe, denying the fear she feels in her heart. With a straight face, she says, "So should you."

"Oh, I am." The stranger says slyly. "I have to keep a sharp eye on the likes of you."

"That's smart." The young lady joust.

"Thank you. It's kept me alive this long." He says.

The young woman listens to man but keeps her gaze at the night sky. Just wanting a few quiet moments alone has turned into a peculiar conversation with a stranger.

"Playing it smart would keep all of us alive longer." She admits out loud.

"I'm not sure about all of us. Well... some of us are just smarter than others."

"True."

"So, what brings you out here on a night like this?" He asks, never taking his eyes off her.

"I needed some air." She said, finally taking in the questioning stranger.

He was quite good-looking. Very handsome, tall, dressed in all black. The leather jacket complimented his slender figure well. His black hair complimented his ethereal features. His sideburns lined up the sides of his jawline exquisitely. His pouty lips look so sweet, and his cerulean blue eyes light up your soul. He was practically beautiful; he doesn't seem too creepy as she originally thought. Although, looks can be deceiving.

She looks back up at the evening sky and takes a moment to breathe in the night air. She softens herself. She can't find love if her guard is up all the time.

"The moon is gorgeous tonight. I just had to be out if even for a moment." She says.

The dashing stranger acknowledges the Luna orb, nods his head, and sits on the park bench next to the young woman.

"Yes, it is quite lovely tonight."

"And the stars." She says. "It's rains so much lately, I hardly get to see them."

"It's good to be here, isn't it?" The stranger says, striking up a conversation. "It's been a busy few weeks for me. That's for sure. How's work treating you lately?"

The young woman lets down her guard and decides to be nice and hopes she doesn't regret speaking with a stranger.

"They treat me as well as they can." She says. "It's not my dream job, but it pays the bills."

"It's all you can ask for, right? I'm glad you're still employed. I heard the factory downtown had some layoffs." The stranger speaks of current events.

The young woman nods her head. "Yes, I heard that too."

"What do you do for a living? I'm guessing a nurse?" He asks her.

"What gave it away? My scrubs?" She turns to look at the dashing stranger with a smirk on her face. He shrugs and smirks back at her. "I'm a unit sec. And you?" She asks.

"I'm a... I'm a security guard." He admits, embarrassed just by saying his title.

The young lady is intrigued now. He's a security guard, she thinks. That's why he asks so many questions. Next to that, he's interested in making a friend.

"What's your name?" The young woman asks, turning her body fully towards him. "We're doing all this talking, and I don't even know your name."

"Oh. I'm... uh... my name is Elvis." He stutters out. I small smile graces his face. "What's yours?"

The young woman hesitates for a moment. Considering giving her name but she smiles and says,

"I'm Jordee. It's nice to meet you... Elvis."

"Likewise, Jordee." Elvis says, looking back up at the evening sky.

What seemed to be a beautiful night started turning cloudy. The pretty blue evening sky started to turn dark, and the twinkling stars started to dim.

"No." Jordee plead. "No more rain."

"I'm afraid it's likely going to rain." Elvis says. "It's a shame. It's been so nice this evening."

"It has. I better get going." Jordee says, quickly standing from her seat.

"I'll see you some other time, Jordee. Maybe next time it won't rain." He says, as little drops off rain start to drip from the sky.

"Maybe. So long, Elvis. Have a good night." Jordee says, picking up her bag and walking away.

"You too, Jordee! Stay safe out there!" Elvis shouts as the rain begins pouring down.

"Bye!" Jordee quickly turns and waves goodbye. Then, she starts to run, making her way out of the rain.

Elvis waves back and watches as Jordee jogs down the street in the rain. A small smile dons his face, and his heart gallops with the sound of her feet.

Jordee gets back to her apartment, drenched from the rain on her hair, face, and shirt. She locks up, changes her clothes, takes a shower, and dresses in her pajamas. She looks out of the window as the rain falls. Jordee thinks about Elvis. He was handsome and kind. Hopefully, they'll bump into one another again... please let it be tomorrow, she prays.

Back at Elvis house, he sits at his computer. His dog resting at his feet. Elvis types his latest journal entry of his day. He mentions Jordee. He speaks of her attractiveness and hopes he meets her again soon. He hits send and closes his laptop, going to sleep satisfied.

The next night around 7:30pm...

How Jordee despises work. People have no manners. Your boss is a pain, and Jordee just wants to get home. She stops by the park and grazes at the night sky. It's a pretty night to set her mind at ease. She finds a bench and sits. It's a beautiful, quiet night with only the fountain in the distance.

There's a coolness in the air. A light breeze moving through the trees. The stars are out tonight. Just gorgeous. Jordee makes a wish on the first star she sees. Hoping a handsome stranger comes by once again.

Elvis is patrolling the streets when he spots Jordee in the park. He smirks to himself, thinking he might be able to bump into her again. He parks his cruiser in a nearby parking lot and gets out, heading towards the park.

He hears someone wishing on a star nearby. Assuming it's Jordee, he smirks to himself, thinking it's too easy. He slowly makes his way closer to where the wishing is coming from, trying to be as quiet as possible.

"Oh, please, little star. Just this once. Let a simple wish come true. It's silly, I know, but grant my wish. I'm lonely. Send him back. Please."

Elvis sneaks up behind her, breathing silently so as not to alert her to his presence. He waits for her to finish, not wanting to ruin this moment. This must be when she wishes for him, and he doesn't want to mess it up. He takes a peek at her, standing just barely behind her, still being very careful not to alert her to his presence.

"He was kind. There's something. Different about him. Elvis, come back." Jordee begs and wishes with all her heart.

Elvis leans in closer, wanting to hear that wish again. The rain has picked up, though it still isn't raining where they are. He is so close that he can feel her breath on the back of his neck. The wishing continues, but he knows that she is wishing for him. Just the way he wanted. He smiles to himself, enjoying this moment.

"Oh, little star. I wish for love. Maybe it's with Elvis. I'm tired of being alone."

He moves ever so slightly closer, now feeling her breathing on his back. It's a bit uncomfortable, but he is still happy that she is wishing for him. He begins to wonder if she will wish again.

"I think I need to go. Making wishes on stars is silly." Jordee says to herself.

She moves off the bench and grabs her bag. Elvis is tempted to say something but realizes that Jordee wants to wish in peace. He continues to listen as Jordee walks to the fountain. She makes another wish.

"Send him back to me, please." She pleas. "Please, just one more time. Send Elvis here. He's nice and I like him."

Jordee kisses the head of the penny, closes her eyes, and says,

"I wish for love. I wish for Elvis."

Jordee flings the penny in the fountain.

Elvis listens as she walks over to the water fountain. He decides that he will definitely answer her wish, but for now, he wants to wait and see if she will make any more wishes. It's just a lot of fun for him, like a game. He watches, and he's quite amused. How many wishes does this girl have? Elvis waits to see if there will be another. This is quite exciting, and he looks forward to seeing her dreams come true.

Jordee looks around and sees he's nowhere in sight. "Maybe tomorrow then. I better get home before the rain." Jordee starts to walk out of the park, briefly stearing at the moon as the clouds start to conceal it.

Elvis sighs, having heard no more wishes. He decides it's time now and speaks loudly enough that Jordee will hear him.

"Wish granted."

He stands up and steps out of the shadows, waiting for her to see him.

"Oh!" Jordee says, taking aback by Elvis' presents.

"Hello! I saw you wishing, so I've returned." He says it with a smile, waiting for her to take a moment to process this and say something to him.

"You were easedropping on me? How long were you standing there?" Jordee asked.

"Most of the time, actually. You were wishing so hard for me to come back, I just felt like I should answer your wish."

A shade of blush crosses Jordee's cheeks, and she bows her head. She covers her face.

"I'm mortified."

"Oh, look at you! So cute when you're embarrassed! There's no need to be!" Elvis says, taking one of Jordee's hands from her face to look into her eyes. He grins, waiting for her to look up now that she knows it's him.

"Well, hi. Elvis." She chokes out.

"Hello, yourself, Jordee. I must say, you were quite flattering with your many wishes." He chuckles a little bit.

"I don't have many friends, so a sweet guy comes along... I'm not a fast girl, I swear. I just want companionship." She confessed, not looking Elvis in the eyes.

"I'm happy to provide some company to someone as lovely as you are. Especially if it's what you so clearly desire." He grins at her.

"Are you free at this moment? I'm off from work for the night if you want to do something."

Jordee looks up at him. Her belly does a low growl; realizing that she skipped lunch today, she says,

"I am a little hungry."

Elvis grins. "Well then, why don't we grab something?"

He motions for her to follow.

"I know a place just around the corner that isn't too expensive and is open this time of night."

"What's it called?"

"It's called Luigi's, just on Baker Street. It's a small pizzeria, but it's very quaint. Their pizza is amazing, and the staff is so friendly."

He holds out his arm. "Shall we be off?"

Jordee takes his arm gladly.

"We shall. Lead the way. I love pizza."

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[marinerainbow]

No one asked, but here are some headcannons for the one and only,

~Jessica Rabbit~

(Why isn't this GIF used more often? No joke, she looks amazing here (then again she looks amazing in the whole movie))

I've seen people headcannon Jessica is asexual, and that's definitely awesome to see! However, I personally think she's demisexual. In one of the canon Roger Rabbit shorts, specifically 'Tummy Trouble', at the end we see Jessica actually instigate/suggest pattycake to Roger. And it wasn't in the cartoon she was starring in with him, it was after they were off set. So it does look like she does enjoy that sort of thing, but only with her husband. Again, I'm not ragging on anyone who sees her as ace, this is just my personal opinion.

I saw a post on here saying that Jessica's maiden name might be Krupnik, and that implies she's Jewish. And honestly, regardless if that's canon, I like it. I'll have to look into it more. Not necessarily a personal headcannon I guess, but I'll still add it.

Jessica wants to be a baker someday. Yes her main job is a singer and actress, but her real dream is to own a bakery. So far she's just baked for Roger and their neighbors, but she's getting there. And it's not just baked goods, she's a master with the frying pan. Cooking dinner together is one of hers and Roger's favorite at home dates (Disney, where's the Jessica Rabbit restaurant?)

This one i highly doubt is canon and I imagine would be difficult to figure out how it would work for toons, but I'll still share. Her hair kind of looked like it was ready to fly off when she and Eddie were driving out of Toontown, and that led me to this headcannon: Jessica has alopecia. She usually just sticks with red hair, but she'll wear different wigs based on what character she'll play in a cartoon (maybe it was Jessica playing as Hello Nurse from animaniacs?). And you all know Roger supports and adores her anyway and helps take care of her wigs. (I do know that some people just have wide foreheads or hairline, and I can see that with Jessica too! I just like imagining Roger reassuring Jessica she's beautiful no matter what).

I'm nor sure why, I have no reason to think this, but I like the idea that she and Smartass used to be friends before the events of the movie. Who knows, maybe he gave her relationship advice from his last marriage. I'm not sure what would have happened between them, (aside from you know, framing her husband for murder and trying to get him killed), but I do crack-headcannon that he wasn't her best man (man of honor?) at the wedding, and that's what made them enemies.

I think that Jessica genuinely likes to be beautiful. She doesn't like the attention and judgment that comes with it of course, but frankly that says more about the people around her than her herself. She likes putting on her makeup in the morning, she likes wearing her dresses, she likes styling herself. And not just her own cosmetics, I can imagine she likes picking out new furniture for the house (not all the time, just when it's needed), and she loves helping Roger put together his outfit for the day. There's nothing wrong with styling oneself, and Jessica can preach to the choir on that one.

Speaking of the choir, Jessica volunteers at singing classes to help others with their own voices. She's a very sweet teacher and will offer tips on how to stretch your voice or sing those high notes without strainging yourself too much (What if this is how she and Roger met? He went to a class she was helping out in, and they hit it off?).

This was seen somewhat in the squeal comic Resurrection of Doom. I think Jessica has a soft spot for horror films. Specifically the classic horror films like Frankenstein or Dracula. She's not a die hard horror fan, but she does enjoy them from time to time. She knows Roger doesn't like them though, so she won't force him to watch them with her. But of course, he loves her just as much as she loves him, so he'll still watch them with her, as long as she holds him during the scary scenes.

This is kind of a darker headcannon; just mentions of drugging, but proceed with caution. In the club, or when she's out, she'll keep an eye out for any suspiciously fizzy or cloudy drinks. She has lost count of how many times she's caught someone trying to roofie somebody else, and she'll teach others how to look out for bad drinks. She mentions in the deleted scene that someone tried to break in her dressing room once, so who knows how many times someone tried to drug her as well? Needless to say, she doesn't play around with that shit (if I could draw, I would definitely draw her punching a roofie user in the face)

Any questions anyone has, I'm more than happy to answer! ^^

[alwayzraven]

Kardeşlerim Ep 87

The kids were taken to the hospital and all of them needed surgeries. Everyone had a collective dream where they were having a picnic in the forest. However, it felt weird to them that they were the only ones in the middle of the forest and they tried to find their "way back home". 

Berk was so pissed: "I am going to lose my mind! How can this happen? Who are these people? What does it mean to come and shoot people like this?". 

When the doctor came to inform everyone that Zehra is dead, they thought it was Aybike at first and Berk just froze.

Oglucan and Aybike were moved to the ICU. A nurse came to give the kids personal belongings to Orhan and Sengul. Sengul found the accessory she personally made for Aybike and gave it to her as a gift on her 18th birthday which apparently happened recently??? So now Aybike is 18.

Berk was in the ICU waiting for Aybike to wake up.

Berk:"come on, my Aybike. Please open your eyes"

Flashback scene: Aybike and Berk were studying in a cafe. Aybike was focused on the homework meanwhile Berk was focused on something else 🤭

Aybike started coughing.

Berk:"Aybike, come on. Forget about the homework, let me take you home so you can rest a little bit. Or let's go to the hospital, you're coughing, you're not okay."

Aybike:"I am okay my dear Berk, I am okay, I swear I am okay, I am just coughing, there is nothing wrong. Besides, it's called girl power "

Berk:"What do you mean? I didn't understand"

Aybike:"It's like this my love: we are not as whiny as you men are. You, for example, if you coughed a couple of times, you would go to bed immediately. That sounds so funny to me. It's a simple cold but we are more resilient than you in everything. long live girl power!"

Aybike Eren said all men do is whine and I couldn't agree more

Berk:"Yo go, my brave girlfriend! Still, are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital or rest?"

Aybike coughed again

Aybike:"I am sure, I am okay, I am just coughing"

Berk:"Aybike, you are the most"

Aybike:"The smartest"

Berk:"Yes you are, of course you are but beside that you are the"

Aybike:"The prettiest most hardworking coolest person"

Berk:"what else?"

Aybike:"what else? the smartest, I already said that. 

Berk:”of course, you already said that”

Aybike:”You tell me, I am???"

Berk:”a goat”

Aybike:"a goat?"

Usually, in Turkish, when someone calls another person “a goat”, they mean that person is stubborn.

Berk:"Yes, a goat. You are the strongest, most beautiful and most stubborn goat I have ever seen in my life, Aybike ."

Aybike:"compliments after compliments! I swear, my love, I loved everything you said. I am a goat, I am stubborn, I am ambitious, long live my (goat) stubborn self"

Berk:"my sweet girlfriend, come here"

Then Berk kissed her forehead, they held hands and Aybike kissed his hand. I don't know how I will survive if they kiss for real bc their forehead/chin kisses are already so beautiful.

End of flashback scene

Berk:”Show us Your stubbornness, my love! Don’t go anywhere, please. Stay here, please, my Aybike. Please, open your eyes, please”

In Aybike's dream, she was married to Berk and they have two kids. Aybike was wearing a pilot uniform and talking to Sengul on the phone.

I guess Aybike's dream job is to become a pilot? The whole time I was watching this scenes I was thinking "planes crash all the time why didn't she choose a job on the ground 😭" I am proud of her for wanting to be a pilot because it's not an easy job and it’s usually a male dominated occupation. Aybike told Sengul that her trip will last 4 days. Sengul asked her who's going to look after the kids when she's not here and Aybike said: "We will do whatever we've been doing for the last 5 years, their sweet beloved father will look after them." 

Sengul told her that it was such a pity. I guess she pitied berk bc he was going to take care of the kids for 4 days alone but I bet he can do that 😂 Orhan told Sengul not to meddle in their business, they know what they are doing.

Then Berk said hi to Sengul, he called her mom and called Orhan dad 🥺 They asked him about how his business was going and he said that they started working on a new construction project. So this probably means that Berk is managing his dad's company. Then, Aybike told the kids to say hi to their grandparents. 

I wonder if they are twins because it's so easy for everyone in the kardeslerim universe to give birth to twins. It's like the gemini coven over there.

Then, Aybike went to kiss her kids goodbye.

Aybike:"my beautiful princess"

Aybike:"my little prince" 

Then, she kissed Berk and it was the most beautiful Ayber kiss I've ever seen on this show 🥰

Berk:"Have a good flight, my sweet captain"

Aybike:"thank you, sweet co-pilot of our house"

Aybike waved goodbye to the children

Berk:"wave goodbye to your mother"

Berk:"bye bye the most beautiful of mothers"

The kids really do look like Ayber, the casting was perfect! Who do you think plays good cop/bad cop when they are punishing the children for something bad they’ve done. I think Aybike would be the strict one meanwhile Berk would act like he’s also angry with them but then he would give them candy/ice cream behind Aybike’s back or let them watch tv when they are grounded 😂

Also, isn't it weird that Ayla didn't appear in Aybike's dream? I hope this is not a spoiler that Ayla is not going to make it till the end of the show. 

So everyone woke up except for Aybike, she stayed behind in that forest alone. I think the forest represents a place in between life and death. Aybike told Oglucan and Omer that she was tired and that she didn't want to walk anymore. This was the first sign indicating that she’s not getting better. Then Ogucan and Omer dragged her because they didn’t want to leave her behind. The three of them found a bridge which would take them home but only Oglucan crossed. Aybike told Oglucan to take care of their family. Later, Omer woke up and Aybike stayed all alone in that forest. She was lost and she was looking for them.

Aybike’s heart monitor started beeping. Berk and the rest started freaking out.

Berk:”Aybike, please don’t leave us”

Aybike’s heart stopped and the doctor used the defibrillator to try and restart her heart.

Meanwhile ,Aybike:”Oglucan! Omer! Where are you? Please come back, please! I don't want to be alone.”

The doctor tried to restart her heart but it didn’t work. She stopped and gave the nurse the “She dead for real” look. Everyone was freaking out outside because the doctor and nurse stopped trying to bring her back to life.

Omer in the bed next to hers 😭

Berk froze 😭

And that’s how the episode ended. They didn’t release any teaser bc they want us to think that Aybike is dead but she’s not, no need to panic. CHILL EVERYONE. They probably won’t give us the teaser until Tuesday-Wednesday. Honestly, it was a very good episode, we got so much Ayber content, I am satisfied. 

[lostintransist]

This Bunny Bites - Part 3

When you finally settle into bed the clock on your nightstand reads four AM. It had been a relatively quiet night after Johnny and company left, only a few spilled drinks and one guy who got way too into the fact he could touch the girls. You would always be grateful that the owner paid for a cleaning service to come in every morning and deep clean the building instead of making you girls do any of the cleaning. You had a gig once that made you clean after all the clients had gone. It took one puddle of cum in the bathroom for you to leave and never come back to that job.

You set your alarm for one PM and drift off to sleep listening to the rain sounds from your phone.

When you wake you shuffle out of your room into the small kitchen of your condo, flicking on the coffee machine. You tweak the blinds in the living room just enough to let in some light and sit on the couch staring into nothingness. Once the sound of running water stops you stand and shuffle to the the kitchen. After adding just the right amount of creamer you head back to your room. You adjust the curtains in here too until you can see but not be blinded.

Placing your coffee on the bedside table you grab your phone and fire off a text to your best friend.

‘Guess who showed up at the club last night?’

‘Was it Satan?’ Cara’s reply comes right through.

‘Nope, worse.’

‘Worse than Satan, but your father is dead so…your grandpa??’

You laugh out loud at the grandpa comment, your mother’s father happened to be the sweetest old man who lived hours away from you in a nursing home.

‘My brother.’

The ringing of your phone doesn’t shock you. You slid it open and answered Cara’s call.

“Bitch what the fuck did you just text me? Your BROTHER came to the club last night? The brother that abandoned you to the scum-eating, walnut fucking, monster of a sperm donor?” Cara must not have been at work if she was using her favorite insults.

“Yep, that’s the one. He was there in a group and didn’t recognize me when I came by to get orders.” You slurp a sip of coffee, feeling Cara flinch across the line at the noise.

“God, what did you do?” she stressed the last word.

“I kicked him and his friends out, obviously. He acted all shocked when I told him to get the fuck out, claimed he hadn’t done anything. Took me full naming him and calling myself his baby sister before he recognized me.”

Cara doesn’t interrupt but adds whispered commentary through the whole tale.

“I have never seen a human go so pale before Cara. I almost laughed, but I kept it together. Told him to get out or get thrown out and then one of his friends stood up, threw some money on the table, and basically forced my brother out the door. The two other friends he was with also dropped some money on the table and followed him out. The weird thing though is that when I totaled up what they had left on the table it was eight hundred dollars.”

“Eight,” Cara choked on air. “They left you eight hundred dollars for kicking them out?”

You shrug despite knowing she can’t see you, “I don’t know man, that’s just it. I can’t think of any good reason they would leave such a big tip!”

Cara whistled, “Damn, that means your what a month closer to your goal of quitting right? My best friend going to become a world-famous author one of these days.”

You smile at her undying support. She had gotten out of dancing after her business degree had landed her a nice six-figure paying job. You pulled down more than that but with most of it in cash, you had to be careful with depositing your money into any bank account.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I doubt I will make much money off of writing which is why I need to have enough money so between the rentals and my savings I never have to dance for work or do anything I don’t want to again.” Your dream was to get out, maybe move to the south of France, or Austria, and live out the rest of your days in peace.

“You know I will buy all of your books as soon as they are published,” Cara reminded you.

“I know, I love you too.”

“Good, now I have to get back to work. You free for brunch on Sunday?”

“I will have to check my calendar so text me?”

“Can do doll, love you!”

“Bye,” you hang up feeling more cheerful than before the chat.

You finish your coffee, sifting through your feelings about your brother’s abrupt return, and hope he doesn’t show up again.

[waitingforwinterwinds]

A Clash of Kings - 67 TYRION XV (pages 840-849)

Tyrion wakes from a fever dream to discover the aftermath of the battle.

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From the pyres of the dead rose black columns of smoke and white-hot ashes. My work, thought Tyrion Lannister, they died at my command. At first there was no sound in the world, but after a time he began to hear the voices of the dead, soft and terrible. They wept and they moaned, they begged for an end to pain, they cried for help and wanted their mothers.

I get the feeling that's not the dead, but the dying and wounded he's hearing. I suspect he's in a ward somewhere with the rest of the 'survivors' fading in and out of consciousness, and that's the ward he's hearing, not the dead. Or it could be a fever induced manifestation of his guilt for leading the charge out of the gates and giving commands leading to the excessive amounts of destruction and death that occurred during the Battle of Blackwater.

... yeah, this dream is definitely deep seated issues. Some one get this man some therapy.

My own bed, I am in my own bed, in my own bedchamber.

Hmmm, so did he get moved from a triage ward, or was it only ever his guilt crying?

I am very concerned though, at his mention of lying in his own filth. The nursing staff (if they exist) is either spread very thin, or they just aren't doing proper care. Yes, I know it's the gross part no one wants to talk about when they wax poetic on nursing as a job, but it is still an important part of the job.

The maester inserted a curved copper funnel through the feeding hole over his mouth and poured a slow trickle down his throat.

Fun fact: copper (and its alloys brass and bronze) are antimicrobial. Using brass fitting like light switches and door-handles in hospitals has a recorded history of lowering in hospital transmissions for contact transfers. The down side is the fittings get smelly because of skin cells.

I wonder if the maesters know that, if they understand what's happening, or if they just know there's some kind of correlation... or if GRRM just picked a cheap metal that can be shaped and used without lead-poisoning someone and it's pure coincidence.

... Tysha deserves a kinder world. Most of the characters do tbh. She's a lot more present in the books than I was expecting, just btw. She got like, one mention in Tyrion's tragic backstory speech and then it's like D&D forgot she existed even though she's come up several time in his chapters since. Like, Tysha was a fundamental part of his formative experiences, in making Tyrion who he was. I get that it can be hard to translate those things across to screen, but I get the feeling they didn't even try.

"- When we found you down in that cellar with the dead and dying, your wounds were filthy. -"

Ah, so he was in a ward... "ward." sounds like a dumping ground more than a medical ward.

Cersei must have paid him to see that I never came back from the battle. Why else? I never did Ser Mandon any harm that I know of.

If true, it's the first huge flag that behind her ruthlessness and political savvy, Cersei is a giant idiot. Oh, I'm sure it made some kind of sense to her, at the very least preventing him from being a hero, a martyr is fine, probably, but alive and a hero? He'd continue to have political sway. Plus he knows things, I guess. Still not a super bright move.

... I keep wanting to call this maester Babar, but that's not his name.

...Oh, poor Pod. He had to Team Kill a guy, Mandon totally deserved it for being a Team Killing jerk first! But that battle was probably really hard on Pod. He is such a good boy, and he is doing amazing.

[grace-lost-in-space]

Another day, another DCFS report.

I had two doctor visits on Wednesday and therapy yesterday. I have a black eye from my mom and I tried to hide it but the doctors asked me about it. My therapist saw it at my session on Monday but it was looking worse yesterday.

So in 24 hours, three reports were made against my mom. Again.

And guess who never showed up, never tried to send any messages to me, and is probably hiding somewhere like she SHOULD BE for telling me to stop telling on my mom. Yes. My social worker. The rule is (I think??) they have to do a well check no more than 24 hours after the report is made. She never came.

I just want to say I am so, so thankful that my doctors all know my mom is mean to me and that I am telling the truth. My social worker has been reported by three doctors and two nurses for what she has been doing (telling me to stop telling, then calling back everyone who makes a report to tell them I am lying and that my mom is good to me). So I think her plan sort of backfired on her. Everyone is mad. And I guess I should feel relieved that they have all told me they know I am not lying and that the social worker should lose her job, but I feel sad. Because even though I think she has stopped with the calling back, it hurts to know that she was purposely trying to make everything harder for me. She had no idea my doctors would tell me what she was doing. But they did because they know I am telling the truth. And not only that but they have also seen pictures and multiple black eyes/bruises. But so has my social worker so that just proves she knew she was doing wrong and she was actually the one who lied.

And the weirdest part is that my therapist has made multiple reports (she did not tell me how many) and she is the only person who has not gotten a call from my social worker saying that I am lying. Because my social worker knows that I have known this therapist for a lot of years because she used to be my therapist a long time ago. So I think the social worker knows better than to do that with my therapist. I think she was counting on doctors not believing me about my mom. Joke’s on her.

My mom openly admitted to trying to get guardianship of me so she can put me “away for good”. Which explains a LOT. Because if she was deemed a “fit parent” which is what the social worker was trying to make it seem like, she would be my guardian if the state wanted to pursue guardianship. That is terrifying.

So my therapist and my psychiatrist were talking yesterday and they want me to have a guardian but my therapist said to the psychiatrist “I want to let you know that the parents are…they’re very prominent people. So just be cautious.” Because she knows my mom and my step dad have a lot of connections. Which is how and why all of this is happening.

I just cannot believe this is happening. I feel so sad. Christmas is my favorite holiday ever and this has ruined the spirit for me. I just feel so, so sad. I have not stopped crying. I wanted to have a really good Christmas this year because I honestly have no idea if it will be my last. I am really sick. I just want to close my eyes and wake up and this all was just a dream. But it is not a dream. I am living in hell.