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pupsmailbox · 1 year ago

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multifandomsimagine · 5 months ago

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Imagine being worried about Zach and Gray when news comes out about the dinosaur outbreak

When Zach told you how his parents were sending him and Gray to Jurassic World to visit his aunt, you weren't really worried. Jealous maybe but not concerned. The park had been operating without any problems for a decade and with the increasing amount of guests that visited every year, no one thought anything could go wrong. It's why you said your goodbyes to the two boys without any fear or nervousness, only with the promise that they would bring you back a souvenir.

But now as you watched the news channel show the shaky videos of dinosaurs escaping their exhibits and running wild through the park, you only felt dread and anxiousness as you listen to the reporters explain what they knew so far about the situation.

Dropping whatever you were doing, you pulled your phone out of your pocket and quickly tried to call Zach. Holding it up to your ear, you waited with bated breath for the ringing to stop and for him to pick up. When he didn't, you tried again. As each attempt failed, your worry only grew especially as texts began pouring in from your and Zach's friends, each one asking if you had heard what had happened at Isla Nublar and if you had heard anything from Zach.

Knowing that if you answered the onslaught of messages and calls would only triple, you opted to ignore them and instead focused on the tv. Instead, you hoped that perhaps you would see them on the news where they would be safe from harm or that he would respond to your messages. Anything that would let you know that both he and Gray were alive.

#Zach Mitchell x reader #Zach Mitchell imagine #Zach Mitchell imagines #Jurassic World x reader #Jurassic World imagine #Jurassic World imagines #Gray Mitchell x reader #Gray Mitchell imagine #Gray Mitchell imagines #yoshino writes imagines #birthday event #birthday event 2025

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casssssssi · 7 days ago

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Oklahoma Smokeshow

Gabe Perreault x reader

warnings; drunk driving, car accidents, angst with a happy ending, Gabe getting his shit together, not proofread ( i don’t feel like it ☹️)

wc; 3,200

summary; Accidents happen and Gabe finally realizes how stupid he was.

A/N; Part 2 of my Gabe fic! Please remember not to drink and drive! it’s an incredibly stupid decision that puts you, and others on the road at risk. If you drink, have a DD, call a family member, or get an uber! Love you!

read part 1 here!

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She sits there, on her own, crying for what feels like hours. Eventually, she stands up, taking the bucket of water and dumping it over the fire. Everyone else had left by then and it was just her. She wobbles as she stands. She really hadn’t had that much to drink, a couple of beers and a couple of smirnoffs, that’s it. Her vision swims a bit as she walks back to her car. Gabe sits on his couch, phone in hand, staring out at nothing for several moments. His mind keeps playing that whole conversation on a loop, his heart aching when he thinks of her crying and sad and alone by a fire pit. Despite telling himself that the whole things was for the best, that breaking up was the right thing to do, he feels like an idiot. He's still so completely in love with her, and somehow hearing her say she still felt the same makes it even worse somehow..

She drives, though she knows she’s drunk, knows she shouldn’t be. She doesn’t care. She just wants to get home and cry in her bed. She’d just lost the love of her life. For real this time. He stares at his phone for the longest time, his thumb hovering over her name in his recent conversations. He wants so badly to call her, to talk to her, to tell her that he's a goddamn idiot. In a moment of weakness, he does. He presses call. He holds the phone up to his ear, waiting with bated breath for her to pick up. Part of him wants to hang up and curse at himself for being so stupid. The other part of him needs her to pick up. The line clicks, but it’s not her voice who speaks, “Who is this?”, it says. It’s a man’s voice. Deep. “Are you her boyfriend?”, the man asks. Gabe feels an unwelcome pang of jealousy as he hears the male voice on the other end, his mind immediately going places it really shouldn’t. His grip on the phone tightens slightly. He clears his throat. “Who the hell are you?”, he asks.

“I’m with the police. The young lady driving this car has been in a wreck. We found it in the cup holder. She’s currently on her way to the hospital”, he replies. Gabe's heart sinks into the pit of his stomach in an instant, all the jealousy leaving him. He jumps to his feet, his mind racing with panic and worry. “Is she okay? What happened?!”, even he can hear the panic in his voice. “She was drunk. Drove into a telephone pole.”, the officer says. “I was going to dial the emergency contact on her phone, but you have already beat me to calling.” Gabe feels like he's been punched in the gut. Drunk driving? Not like her at all. Then the words register, he was still her emergency contact. She hadn’t been lying when she said she loved him. “Is she hurt? Badly?” The man on the other line sighs, barely audible, “There’s concerns about internal bleeding, and what looks like a broken wrist. Like I said, she’s on her way to the hospital now.” Gabe swallows hard, his heart feeling like it’s being squeezed in a vice. “What hospital?”, his tone is sharp, panicked. He's already starting to gather his coat and keys. The man gives him the address. It’s over 5 hours away from his apartment in New York. Gabe writes down the address, his heart pounding so hard he can practically feel it in his throat. 5 hours.. But that doesn't matter. He has to get the hell to that hospital, has to make sure she's okay. He practically sprints out the door and into his car.

Gabe drives like hell, speeding down the highway and praying the entire way. His mind keeps going to the worst case scenarios, all the horrible things that could happen. Three hours later, he finally reaches the hospital. He jumps out of the car, bolting for the entrance. By the time he makes it there, she’s already out of surgery and in a recovery room. She had in fact had minor internal injuries, but they were able to get them situated, and get her wrist set fairly quickly. Still though, when he gets to her room, she’s asleep, hooked up to the required machines, breathing peacefully as if none of it ever happened. Gabe enters the room, his heart rate slowly lowering as he sees her there, breathing. The steady beeping of the machines and the even rising and falling of her chest are like a soothing balm after the drive here. He steps over to her bedside, sitting down in the chair next to her and gently taking her hand in his, his fingers intertwining with hers. She sleeps, and sleeps, and sleeps. Stays asleep for hours on end, giving the alcohol time to get out of her system, sobering her up completely. She groans as she wakes, her entire body in pain. He doesn't let go of her hand, despite it going numb. He keeps his gaze on her, watching her closely as she groans and begins to wake up.

“Hey, sweetheart.”, he whispers. She looks around, taking in her surroundings, eyes bleary as they fall on him. Is she dreaming? Is this some nightmare where he’s going to come laugh in her face, tell her that they’re over again? For good?“Gabe?”, she asks, voice quiet and rasped, “What’s going on?” Gabe feels like he's going to cry as he looks at her, her face pale and her eyes heavy like that. God, he loves her so damn much. He gently squeezes her hand, his thumb stroking over her knuckles, “You were in a car accident, baby. Drove into a telephone pole. Do you remember any of it?” She shakes her head slightly, wincing a little as she does. Her whole body is sore and aching. Gabe's heart aches as he sees her wince in pain. He hates seeing her like this, all banged up and weak. He continues to gently stroke her knuckles with his thumb, trying to sooth her like he always used to, "You broke your wrist.. But other than that, you'll be okay. Some minor internal bleeding that they took care of with surgery."

“Oh”, she says softly. She’s not quite sure how to react, she doesn’t even remember getting in her car in the first place. “Why are you here?”, she asks. Gabe can't help but frown when she asks that, like it's not a damn given. “Because I was worried about you, sweetheart. You think I'm just gonna sit at home and find out over the phone that you're in the hospital?”, he says. “They called you?”, she ask. Gabe nods, his thumb still moving over her knuckles. He can't let go of her hand, he just needs to be touching her right now. Even despite how mad he is at her for being so careless. How stupid could she have been, getting behind that wheel after how much she had clearly been drinking? “Yeah. I was the emergency contact in your phone.”, he says. “Oh yeah..”, she knew that. Had made it a point not to change it. To act like she still had him. Gabe continues to stroke her knuckles, his gaze soft on her, despite his conflicted emotions. Seeing her in this state, so small and fragile and injured, made him angry, but it also made him feel protective. He wanted to scoop her up in his arms and shelter her from everything. “Yeah.. You scared hell out of me, you know that?”

“I’m sorry”, she mumbles, looking away from him. Gabe gently grabs her chin with his free hand, holding her face so that she's looking at him, not away. He needs her to see how damn serious he is right now, “Damn right you're sorry. Why would you drive while you were drunk, baby? Do you have any idea how stupid that was?!” She can feel her heart rate pick up at the name. Baby. He hadn’t called her that in so long. The monitor seems to catch the increase too, beeping a little quicker as she stares at him. “I know… I.. I wasn’t thinking. I was focused on getting home…” *the ‘To cry my eyes out after our conversation on the phone’ goes unsaid. Gabe can see the way her heart rate picks up, can see that even the sound of the word baby still affects her, and damn if that doesn't make his heart both skip and break at the same time. He continues to look at her, his grip on her chin still gentle, but his expression stern. “You could have killed yourself! Or someone else. What if you'd hit another car? You were reckless and stupid.” She nods, her bottom lip wavering, “I know… i’m sorry” It feels like she’s a little kid again, getting reprimanded by her father. Gabe holds her gaze, not wanting to let up. She needs to understand how much danger she'd put herself in, how badly she'd scared him. He knows he's probably being too hard on her when she's this injured and clearly already feeling guilty enough, but he can't let her off the hook just yet. He takes a deep breath, his eyes still locked on hers, his thumb stroking across her chin. “Do you have any idea how worried I was when they called me? I damn near lost my mind.” Another part of him aches as he looks at her, wanting to give her a pass for everything and just hold her, but he continues to hold his ground, trying to keep his emotions in check, “You need to promise me. You're never, ever gonna do something like that again. You're gonna call a damn taxi or an Uber or something next time.” “I promise Gabe”, she says, tears slipping down her cheeks once again that night.

Gabe's stern demeanor weakens as he sees the tears slipping down her cheeks. He feels like a dick for making her cry when she's already so fragile and hurt. He can feel his resolve cracking, his need to comfort her and soothe her overriding his sternness. He swallows hard, the tears killing him, and softens his tone a bit. “Come on, baby.. Please don't cry.” His grip on her chin releases, his fingers moving to gently wipe the tears off her cheeks. He tries to keep his expression stern, to keep himself from completely folding to her like he wants to do, but it's so damn hard. Seeing her like this… it makes him want to pull her into his lap and hold her and kiss away all the pain. He can see that the machine is still beeping faster than it should, and he figures it must be the adrenaline. It doesn't stop him though, his hand moving to gently brush some of her hair back from her forehead. The touch is so damn familiar to him, it feels so natural to touch her like this. “Hey.. Deep breaths. Please, baby. You gotta calm down. The machines are beeping like crazy.” She does take a few steadying breaths, but it doesn’t help. “It’s your fault”, she mumbles. Gabe quirks an eyebrow at that, not quite expecting her to say that. She's probably just tired and loopy and not thinking straight. He continues to carefully brush her hair back, the gesture soothing and familiar. “My fault? You're the one that drove drunk.” “Yeah but you’re here. You drove all the way here. For me”, she says.

Gabe feels another pang in his chest, his hand still gently stroking her hair. She's right… he'd driven all goddamn night to get to her. Drove five hours and didn't even think about it. “Well yeah… Of course I did. I was worried about you, sweetheart.”, he says. “You told me that we were through. That we needed to move on. And then you still showed up”, she says. Gabe swallows hard at her words, the memory of that phone conversation from earlier hitting him suddenly and hard. She was right… he'd told the love of his life that they needed to move on. That they were through… and then he'd driven for three goddamn hours just to make sure she was safe. What the hell was wrong with him? He lets his hand drop from her hair, his gaze shifting from hers, suddenly feeling guilty. He shouldn't be sitting here touching her, caring for her… he'd told her he wanted to break up. He should be staying the hell away from her, not coming to her hospital room like the lovesick idiot that he clearly is. And yet, here he is, holding her hand and gently caressing her skin. He's so damn weak when it comes to her, it's pathetic. He hates himself at that moment, hates how weak he is. But he can't seem to keep himself from her. Despite what he'd told her earlier, he's just not able to leave her alone like she should. Despite his better judgment, he's still sitting here at her bedside, watching over her, holding her hand, making sure she's okay. God, he's such an idiot. He's so stupidly, completely in love with her that it physically hurts.

He lets out a frustrated sigh before looking back down at her, his expression soft again despite his internal conflict. “Yeah. I did say that, didn't I?” His thumb resumes stroking over her knuckles, the action as natural to him as breathing. “Why are you here Gabe?”, she asks again, her voice barely above a whisper. She needs an honest answer. Gabe hesitates, not sure how to answer her. Why is he here? Because he loves her? Because he's worried sick? Because despite telling her that they needed to move on, he can't seem to stop himself from caring about her? Because he can't let her go? “Because I still love you, alright? Because I'm still goddamn crazy about you.” She nods. He knows how she feels. Shes already poured her heart out to him tonight, she doesn’t think she can handle doing it and being shut down again. He watches her nod, sees the way her shoulders slump a bit. He can tell that she wants to say something more, but she doesn't. Damn, he feels like such a dick for hurting her like this. For telling her that he wanted to move on, and then being here at her bedside like a lovesick puppy. He gently squeezes her hand, sighing. “Please say something, sweetheart.”

Shes silent for a few more moments, before she opens her mouth, pausing before she speaks, “I don’t want to move on”, she says. Gabe's breath stills, his heart stuttering as the words register in his head. He can feel the tension in the room thicken, his gaze locked on her face, trying to read her expression, to figure out if she means what he hopes she means. He swallows hard, his thumb still tracing over her knuckles. “What… what do you mean by that, baby?” “I don’t want to move on. I want to be with you. I’m willing to do long distance. Shit, I’ll move to New York if I have to.”, she says, “I love you Gabe, and I want to be happy with you, not miserable by myself because of some stupid decision we thought would be good for us.” Gabe sits there in stunned silence, stunned speechless for a moment at her words. His head feels like it's spinning at 100 miles a minute. He can't believe what he's hearing, can't believe she's actually telling him the words that he wants to hear so damn much. He swallows hard, gripping her hand tighter, his heart racing. “You.. You'd really move to New York for me?” “I’ll do whatever it takes.”, she says.

Gabe's heart is pounding in his chest, a mixture of elation and disbelief running through him. This is everything he's wanted for the past 7 months, hearing her say she wanted to be with him, that she'd be willing to move to New York for him… “You're serious…?” He asks softly, needing to hear her say it again, to confirm that it's not just a dream and he's not completely crazy. She nods, “I just want to be with you Gabe.” His heart feels like it's about to beat straight out of his damn chest. There's so much coursing through him in that moment, so many emotions that it almost overwhelms him. But the one at the forefront is joy, pure and unfiltered joy. She still wants him, she's willing to do long distance, she'd even move to New York just to be with him. He can't help the huge smile that stretches over his face. “I… I want that too, sweetheart.” He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He's ecstatic that she feels the same way, but a part of his mind still tells him that it won't work, that long distance is too hard, that they're too far apart. Maybe he's insane for even considering this, but he just doesn't care anymore. He wants her, he's in love with her, and god dammit, he wants to be with her. “Long distance would be hard…. I mean, we could try. I just don't want you thinking that it'll be easy, baby.” “I know it won’t be easy. But I’m willing.”, she says softly. “I just want to be with you”, she repeats. Gabe feels his resolve crumbling. He wants to give into her, of course he does. The damn truth is, he never wants to be apart from this girl again, he never wants to be without her ever again. He tightens his grip on her hand, his thumb still tracing soft circles on her skin.

“We can try it. We can make it work. I can come visit you whenever I have off. I'll make it work, sweetheart. I'll try my goddamn best.” He knows deep down it's probably a bad idea, knows that it'll be damn hard and the long distance will take a toll on them both, but he can't help but give in to her. She's the only person he's ever loved like this, the only girl he's ever truly seen himself having a future with. And if she's telling him that she wants to try, that she want to be with him, he'll be a damn fool to let her go again. He swallows hard, his mind racing with thoughts, the words of caution and worry still running around in his mind. But his heart, his goddamn heart, wants her more than anything, so he pushes those thoughts away and squeezes her hand, looking into her eyes, trying to keep his expression strong, even if he feels vulnerable. “We'll figure it out, alright? I don't wanna be apart from you either, sweetheart. I want you and I'll do whatever I gotta do.” “We’ll figure it out”, she repeats.

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a/n; Woah. this is long… As always, this is based off a c.ai chat I have, and requests are always open!

#Spotify #hockey x reader #gabe perreault x reader #gabe perreault #gabe perreault imagine

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theunicorncomic-blog · 7 months ago

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Out today! My debut anthology book, Till the Yule Log Burns Out is available now! Make the Yuletide gay, scary, and bright with these twelve stories by nine authors, including a wraparound by me.

With cover art by @sushistevie, if you love Christmas, queer horror, and cozy spookiness, this is the book for you!

#christmas #christmas horror #Christmas horror books #cozy horror #indie publishing #indie books #indie horror books #cozy Christmas horror #horror #horror books

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jokerislandgirl32 · 9 months ago

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Ziolet Songs: Days One & Two

Since it’s the month of Zach and Violet’s 10th wedding anniversary, October 18th, whooooo! I thought I’d share a song a day, #ziolet songs, that describes/relates to their relationship! I missed yesterday (because I was exhausted 😩), but I’m playing catch up today. And these 2 songs actually go together! I highly recommend listening to them back to back, it’s such a vibe!

Each day I will include a song, some lyrics from said song, and a little blurb about how it relates to their relationship or a fanfic excerpt. Enjoy!

Below the cut for length and a mildly suggestive exchange and implied panic attack/ touch starved scene, but nothing inappropriate is mentioned.

October 1st - i’m yours

Baby, I'm yours, baby, I'm yours Baby, I'm yours I need something more, I'll pray to the Lord That baby, I'm yours

We're gettin' closer, inches away Lose composure, favorite mistake Friendship's over, won't be the same

“You’re beautiful…” He uttered in a strained voice as he came back to me, and his eyes locked on mine with the same passionate blaze.

“Your hair, your dress, your eyes, your smile, your nose,” he took the opportunity to boop my nose, “everything is perfect, you are perfect…I want to ask you something, I want to do something, but only if you want it, if you don’t, I won’t force it…”

“What is it Zach?” I asked with bated breath as he closed the distance between us.

“Don’t hate me for this, but…” he said, staring deep into my eyes, “I want to kiss you, I don’t know why, but… can I?”

“Yes…”

October 2nd - eyes don’t lie

Eyes don't lie Eyes don't lie Say you're mine Eyes don't lie

You tell me your secrets You keep your life between your lips You know you're my weakness Tell stories with your fingertips

“Zach, what’s going on?” Violet murmured in concern.

A sharp crack of lightening and a rumble of thunder followed my next words, “I need you…”

“Zach, I really don’t think we should be doing THAT…”

“No! I don’t mean I need you for that, I just need you to…I need to feel you…No, No, not that way either, I need you to…” I was on the verge of hyperventilating when Violet reached out her hand to touch my face.

Her simple touch allowed me to calm myself down enough to croak out, “I need that, I just need you to touch me, please...”

“How?” She whispered moving closer to me.

“Anything you are comfortable with…I just need to feel your touch, I’ve needed to feel it for so long…” I dropped my head and her shoulder caught it as she stood on the tips of her toes and enveloped me in a tight hug.

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fundielicious-simblr · 9 months ago

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lori_lorilee and charles.collins

Collins family of four coming to you this winter! 👶🏼🤰🏻 #newbaby #pregnancyannouncement #babynumber2

lanacollins_ ahhhhhh! So excited for you! Our babies will be besties!

amira_c_e Congrats! Cant wait for another niece/nephew!

zoe.moreno.27 congrats you two! can't wait for bump pictures!

bkcfamily Congrats on your newest blessing! We can

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stevishabitat · 4 months ago

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Judge orders HHS, CDC and FDA to restore webpages and data : Shots - Health News : NPR

A federal judge has ordered federal health agencies to restore websites and datasets that were abruptly pulled down beginning in late January, prompting an outcry from medical and public health communities.

The temporary restraining order was granted in response to a lawsuit filed against the federal government by Doctors for America (DFA), a progressive advocacy group representing physicians, and the nonprofit Public Citizen, a consumer advocacy group.

Last week, a spokesperson for the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention told NPR "changes to the HHS website and HHS division websites are in accordance with President Trump's January 20 Executive Orders, Defending Women from Gender Ideology Extremism and Restoring Biological Truth to the Federal Government and Ending Radical And Wasteful Government DEI Programs And Preferencing."

The pages that are now set to be revived include information for patients about HIV testing and HIV prevention medication, guidance on contraceptives, datasets that show vulnerability to natural disasters and emergencies, and an action plan for improving enrollment of underrepresented populations in clinical trials.

Judge John Bates with the U.S. District Court for the District of Columbia, who was appointed by President George W. Bush in 2001, said the sudden loss of these resources had jeopardized the work of clinicians and public health. "It bears emphasizing who ultimately bears the harm of defendants' actions: everyday Americans, and most acutely, underprivileged Americans, seeking healthcare," he wrote in his opinion.

The Department of Health and Human Services, the Food and Drug Administration and the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention have until midnight Tuesday to bring back the specific webpages cited in the lawsuit.

By the end of the week, the order directs the federal government to identify any other resources that physicians rely on to provide medical care and restore those as well.

Questions remain about how much information was changed

"This is a very strong decision," said Dorit Reiss, a law professor at the University of California College of the Law San Francisco. The order explains how the takedown of websites and data was "likely legally flawed" because it "lacked notice" and there was "no explanation for the broad action," she said. "It suggests the government is in a weak place for this case."

HHS didn't reply to NPR's request for comment on the order.

Many webpages that were initially removed have since reappeared on CDC, FDA and HHS websites, although it's still unclear how much remains missing and what information has been modified.

"There's a lot of shifting ground here where they tore down a lot of stuff. They put some of it back up, but not nearly all of it," said Zach Shelley, an attorney with Public Citizen Litigation Group. "Hopefully with this order, we get everything that's important back up."

The sudden loss of websites prompted a mad rush in the scientific community to download and archive data. Dr. Joshua Sharfstein was among those on a CDC advisory committee who wrote the CDC's acting director protesting the purge of data.

He said the advisers have now sent a second letter pointing out that they remain concerned about "how communities will be able to monitor diseases and receive guidance on current disease investigations," the possibility of "broad workforce reductions," and "disruptions in grant funding."

The judge's order underscores any changes to resources and data should be based on "reasoned decision-making," said Sharfstein, a professor of public health practice at the Johns Hopkins Bloomberg School of Public Health.

"Some of these websites provided actual recommendations on how to take care of patients," he said. "These are not just like books on the shelf. These are like heavily thumbed through manuals that people really need."

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