#I HOPE THEY ALL GOT COVID AND DIE

[lin-of-the-linkverse]

.vent.

[sapphicautistic]

my partner's family is 100% how i'm going to get covid

[dazais-guardian-angel]

went to my first con in 4 years on Friday to meet Kaiji Tang and got a Dazai autograph + video recording of him reading to me. He was the sweetest person (as I knew he would be) and interacting with him was lovely, but also at the same time oh boy it sure was an extremely stressful, ugly wake-up call of what it feels like to live in a world now where everyone around you has blissfully moved on from covid and can enjoy things normally and happily, while you'll forever be trapped in a hellscape of perpetual fear 🫠🫠🫠

[bloodyke]

family brought some bug into the house im gonna take a covid test tomorrow

[roseband]

anyone wanna explain to me why jd vance is pandering to the "estranged mothers who want to steal their grandbaby as a do-over" (aka why i need a fucking prenup) vote

cause this "grandparents are supposed to take care of kids" shit comes straight off those forums and is what i've been having to deal with for 2 years and why my mom got kicked out of a "women over 60 group" with a bunch of other women

and every time these comments break out of the incel/mother-wife ecosystem, all older women are in abject horror lol, like "i raised my kids im not raising my kids' kids"

(also my mom refused to join the women over 60 group on her burner as a mole to screencap the "steal a baby" shit, cause i don't think normies know about this horror, cause i thought all those aita posts were fake until i had to deal with one of these freaks)

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

wait, Derin how did your leaving make the hospital shut down?

I used to work as a live-in nanny for a pediatrician.

Now, the thing about hospitals in my country is that they are massively understaffed and massively underfunded. This is especially true outside the major cities. The staff are worked to the bone and receive little to no help in things like finding accommodation or childcare, making working in rural areas a very uninviting prospect; staff come out here, get lumped with the work of three people (because there's nobody else to do it), burn out under the workload and leave, meaning that those remaining have even more work because that person is gone. It's unsustainable and the medical staff are doing their best to sustain it, because people die if they don't, so to the higher-ups it looks like everything's getting done and therefore everything is fine.

My friend (and boss) worked one week on, one week off, swapping out with another pediatrician. This was necessary because it would not be physically possible for one person to handle the workload for longer periods of time. The one single pediatrician had to hold up the entire pediatrics ward, which was not only the only public hospital pediatrics ward in our town, but also the one that served all the towns around us for a few hours' drive in all directions. I regularly saw her go to work sick, aching, tired, or with a debilitating 'I can barely make words or see' level migraine, because if she took a day off, twenty children didn't get healthcare that day, and some of these kids' appointments were scheduled weeks in advance. She'd work long hours in the day and then be called in a couple of times overnight for an hour or two at a time (she was on-call at night too, because somebody had to be), and then go in the next day. Sometimes she would be forced to take a day off because she physically could not stay awake for longer than a few minutes at a time, meaning she couldn't drive to work.

Cue my niece's second birthday coming up in Melbourne. I'd been working for her for about 3 years, and she (and the hospital) had plenty of advance warning that I (and therefore she) needed one (1) Friday off. That's fine, we'll find someone to work that Friday, the hospital said. Right up until the last week where they're like "oh, we can't find a replacement; you can come in, can't you?"

No, she tells them; I don't have anyone to watch my kid that day.

Oh, surely you can hire a babysitter for this one day, they say. Think of the children! We really really need you to work that day. I know we said it'd be fine but we need you now, there's no one else to do it.

There are no other babysitters, she told them. Unless you can find one?

That's not our responsibility, they said.

But I'm not changing my plans, she's got plans by now as well, the hospital knew about this one day weeks in advance, and with absolutely no reserve staff they're forced to reschedule all pediatrics appointments for that Friday. Not a huge deal, it happens on the 'physically too overworked to get out of bed' days too. I go to Melbourne, she goes back to her home in Adelaide for her recovery week, all should be on track.

My niece gives me Covid.

This was way back in the first wave of the pandemic, and there were no Covid vaccines yet. The rules were isolate, mask up, hope. I had Covid in the house, and it would've been madness for my friend and her toddler to come back into the Covid house instead of staying in Adelaide. There was absolutely no way that a pediatrician could live with someone in quarantine due to Covid and go to work in the hospital with sick children every day. And no support existed for finding another babysitter, or temporary accommodation, so the hospital was down a pediatrician.

The other pediatrician wasn't available to do a three-week stint. They were also trapped in Adelaide on their well-earned week off.

Meaning that the only major pediatrics ward within a several-hour radius had no pediatricians. They had to shut down and send all urgent cases to Adelaide for the week. To the complete absence of surprise of any of the doctors or nurses; of course this would happen, this was bound to happen, it presumably keeps happening. But probably to the surprise of the higher-ups. After all, the hospital was doing fine, right? Of course all the staff were complaining of overwork and a lack of resources in every meeting, but they could always be fobbed off with the promise of more help sometime in the future; the work was mostly getting done, so the issue couldn't be too urgent.

It's not like some nanny who doesn't even work for the hospital could go out of town for a weekend for the first time in three years, and get the only public pediatrics ward in the area shut down for a week.

[sometransgal]

Remember how i nearly got murdered?

Well I haven't! Surprisingly...

Anyway sarcasm and eye catching title aside, I'm going to make this as short and sweet as possible. In 2019 a man managed to raise 8k euro in order to try and have my wife and I killed for trying to help our good friend leave him. Flash forward to now and said good friend is in desperate need of a new wheelchair because of covid messing with medicine supplies. I'd sincerely like to believe that if that man can raise that much money to kill me then I should be able to raise a fraction of that amount to help the person I'm literally ride or die for.

If you want to help or just want more details including a news article, I encourage you to click on the gofundme below. If you can't support directly I sincerely ask that you help me with this goal by spreading this around. Thank you for taking the time to read this and I hope you all have the best of days.

[maximoffcarter]

It'll be okay.

Pairings: Emily Prentiss x reader.

Warnings: Mentions of COVID.

Summary: Emily Prentiss was known to always taking care of her team, taking full responsibility of everything, taking the blame, making sure they were okay, etc. But, it was true that she never let anyone know the hard time she was having, that was until y/n entered her life.

A/n: This was requested by anon, and gotta say I dunno if this is even good but I wrote what I felt was right. It’s angst with comfort and fluff😌 I added some backstory cause why nooooot? I mostly based this on the first episode, and maybe after the season ends, I'll do a better one, but I believe this was good enough for now haha. Our baby really does need some comfort and a goddamn break🥹 I also did not proof read this, I never do until it's too late haha, so my apologies. Hope you guys enjoy this, leave comments, hearts, whatever you like and reblog so this gets some love🫶🏻

*not my gif*

COVID had definitely taken a toll on the BAU, not only had the world stopped but a lot of things had happened then. People died, people left, the world entirely changed, and there was no stopping, no one could actually stop it. Emily Prentiss had tried to make it work, to make things a little easier as she tried to focus on her job every single day, drowning in paperwork, zoom meetings, not being able to freely do what they were so used on doing, it had been a hard year. Not only that, but the fact that her breakup had been so messy, but that was the least of all the other things she was going through. Emily thought it couldn’t have gone worse, but then y/n was very present in her life. It was funny the day where it all had gone down.

It was the end of the most painful and difficult year, 2021 was about to arrive, just a week for the so awaited new year. And it so happened that on Christmas day, Emily had gotten COVID. She was in complete denial of being sick, more so because she needed to work, and she also had nothing to help her with the undeniable symptoms; the unbearable headache and body ache, the obvious fever, the terrible cold that her body felt, the stupid and annoying coughing and the stupid stuffed nose. Yes, there was no denial she was sick, but of course she wouldn’t admit how bad it was. But that didn’t stop y/n from going into action and deciding to go to Emily. Emily had been on the phone with her a few hours earlier, and when y/n noticed how bad this had gotten, she couldn’t stop herself from getting everything she needed and off to Emily’s house she was.

“What…on earth are you doing h-here.” Emily was interrupted with a cough, her hand soon landing on her chest as she felt the horrible pain as she coughed.

“I’m here to take care of you. Go to the living room, need to keep our distance.” Y/n said softly as she adjusted her face mask, getting a bottle of spray out.

Emily furrowed her brows but went ahead to the living room, soon enough grabbing a face mask and turning back to look at y/n. “I’m fine, you don’t have to stay here.”

“Oh, but I do. We’re close to get the vaccine, I cannot have you stopping at the hospital just because you were too stubborn to accept that you’re really sick.” Y/n sprayed the whole area where Emily had just been, and then turned to look at her with a raised brow. “Okay, here’s what we’ll do. You stay in your room, I’ll sleep on the couch, you can only use your room and bathroom. I’ll be bringing you food and medication, already talked to a doctor. If we don’t see any progress, we’ll have to go to the hospital, which I hope, you’ll cooperate, Prentiss.”

Emily just stared at her, a bit surprised on how y/n had become so bossy, but she also couldn’t blame her, knowing perfectly well that she’d probably die on her own. “Got it. I will.”

Y/n nodded. “Good, now I’ll go disinfect your room first. You stay here while I do that, no touching anything anymore. Though, I will clean here too.”

Emily couldn’t help the small smile that spread through her face as she nodded, thankful that the face mask was covering it. “Got it boss.”

Y/n grinned softly as she nodded. “Good, I’ll be right back. Bed stuff?”

“Closet, second drawer, and the blankets are on top.”

Emily would be lying if she said she wasn’t happy to have y/n here. Ever since y/n joined the team, somehow, they had become inseparable, even if she tried to get her to work with the whole team, before she even thought about it, she was already saying that y/n would go with her, and of course, that didn’t go unnoticed by Tara, JJ and Penelope, but they never mentioned anything, even more when Emily ended up with a boyfriend. That of course till this day, Emily thought so much about how she had forced herself to actually like someone just so she wouldn’t feel so alone. But the one person she had actually wanted…had been y/n. And now having her here, willing to take care of her even if she knew there was a risk that she could get sick, it was everything for Emily.

Emily slowly opened her eyes as she heard her door opening. She looked up and smiled softly as she noticed y/n walking in with a tray of food. “Hey. Did I sleep a lot?”

Y/n looked at Emily and smiled, carefully putting the tray of food on the nightstand. “For like an hour and a half. It’s good that you’re sleeping.” She grabbed the thermometer and placed it on Emily’s forehead. She sighed relieved and offered a small smile. “It’s coming down, finally.”

Emily smiled. “And the headache is not as bad.”

“No, Prentiss. I will not leave, it’s good you’re getting better but no way I’m leaving in the next few days.” Y/n raised her brow as she placed back the thermometer in its place.

“I was not going to say anything about that.” Emily chuckled softly. “Just…thank you.” She smiled softly as she sat on her bed.

Y/n nodded softly. “You welcome.” She smiled as she looked at Emily. “So…I ordered some groceries for tomorrow, we’ll have our own Christmas celebration.”

Emily’s heart stopped for a moment, her eyes widening. “Oh my…tomorrow is Christmas! Y/n, you shouldn’t be here. I’m sure you have-“

“Ah, stop.” Y/n grinned softly. “I have nothing to do, and I wouldn’t want to spend my Christmas any differently. What better way to celebrate it than with a sick Emily Prentiss? Such a great gift.” She chuckled softly as she grabbed the tray and placed it on Emily’s legs.

Emily’s heart swelled as she stared at y/n, a small smile on her face. “If you say so.”

“I do say so.” Y/n smiled softly. “Eat that, I’ll bring your medication.”

Emily watched her leave and her smile widened even more. All these years, she had been taking care of herself, not letting anyone in because she knew how that’d end up. She had never liked to be taken care of, but she loved to make sure that her loved ones were always good taken care of. So now, y/n doing all of this…it made her realize that maybe, just maybe…she did feel the same way.

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Emily groaned softly as she stretched, slowly opening her eyes to the sound of a groan and then a small whisper. As she looked up, rubbing the sleep away from her eyes, she furrowed her brows as she noticed y/n moving a small table and placing it in the middle of the door. She tilted her head in curiosity as a small, silly smile spread across her face. “What are you doing?”

Y/n looked up at Emily and smiled, her cheeks turning slightly red. “Oh uh…moving a table?”

“And…leaving it right in the middle of the door?” Emily raised her brow.

“Okay don’t laugh but…I thought this could be a way for us to have Christmas lunch together.”

Emily’s face softened as she stared at her, her cheeks turning red and not for the fever. She grinned softly. “Charming.”

“I tend to be.” Y/n grinned softly. “Grab your chair and I’ll bring the food.”

Emily smiled softly and did just as she was told, grabbing the chair that was just might the closet and sitting down in front of the table. She smiled softly as y/n came back with a chair for herself and started brought Emily her plate already with food and her drink. They ate together and right after they talked about everything but work, laughing as they told old stories about themselves and even some stories with the team. Y/n was fascinated just listening to Emily talk, loving that she had chosen the idea of spending Christmas with her, and that Emily had allowed her to take care of her. As for Emily, even if she was tired, she was enjoying every moment she was spending with y/n. As she watched her talk, she kept wondering in her mind if she was right or she was wrong about her suspicions, smiling softly without even noticing.

Y/n furrowed her brows and tilted her head as she stared at Emily. “What?” She hugged a chuckle.

“What?” Emily snapped out of her trance. “Oh! No, nothing. I’m sorry.”

Y/n chuckled. “You should get back to bed and sleep, I’ll clean up and wake you up for your pills.”

“Wait!” Emily coughed, grabbing her glass of water, and taking a deep breath afterwards. “I uh…have a question.”

“Yes?”

Emily took a deep breath, feeling her body still pretty much aching and getting all warm. “Why are you doing this?”

Y/n furrowed her brows again. “I…because I didn’t want you to be alone, Em.”

“Is that the only reason?” Emily raised her brow, a small smile on her face.

Y/n tilted her head as she smiled shyly, looking down at her glass. “Well…I don’t wanna get fired after what I have to say.”

“Which is?”

“You’re a profiler, Em. Isn’t it obvious?” Y/n blushed slightly as she looked back at her. “I…care a lot about you. Which means…that I like you…a lot.” She whispered softly as she nibbled on her lip.

Emily smiled softly as she nodded, tilting her head. “And you’re also a profiler, y/n. Isn’t it obvious?”

Y/n’s eyes widened slightly as she stared at Emily. “Wait…are you serious?”

“If I wasn’t sick and this table wasn’t in the middle of us, I’d be kissing you right now.” Emily smirked softly.

Y/n’s lips parted slightly as she stared at Emily, a soft smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “Is the fever making you talk?”

Emily laughed softly, coughing afterwards, and placing her hand on her chest. “No, no…I’m…I’m serious.” She smiled.

“We’re gonna check back once you’re not sick.” Y/n grinned. “But for now…this could be considered our first date.”

“And I’d like to take you in a second date…next year.” Emily joking as she grinned.

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully. “You’re so funny, Prentiss. But I accept.” She smiled softly.

Emily laughed softly as she nodded, feeling her heart beating faster as y/n kept staring at her with that beautiful smile on her face. After all, there was something good out of this pandemic.

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It wasn’t new that y/n saw Emily drowning in work, not after all the changed that the BAU had over the years. Having JJ back had at least eased things, but Rossi losing his wife, not having Penelope around, a whole new case that fell into their lap, Bailey not helping at all, Emily was losing her mind. But once she had most of her team back, including Penelope, things didn’t seem to be so bad…until they were, again. Y/n always had her eyes on Emily, the entire time, they both had promised that their relationship wouldn’t interfere with work, it wouldn’t change the way they worked, and it also wouldn’t stop them, meaning that things would stay just like they were before. Of course, the team was now aware of their relationship, and they were happy that at least, there was something to look forward to -Penelope joking that she was already planning the wedding…they believed she was joking-.

But once the whole ‘Gold Star’ started, y/n noticed how Emily just kept getting home late, trying to drown herself in work and compensate for what had happened. She had tried her best to be there for her and let Emily know that it had not been her fault, and that she had done what she and the team had thought was right. Emily tried to hide everything that she was feeling to not let y/n and the team figure out that she was having a hard time, but y/n knew better, she could now see through Emily, but she also knew not to push her. Even if it killed her to know that Emily was having a hard time.

“Hey, so where’s Emily? Thought she’d be here.” JJ snapped y/n out of her trance, making her look up at her while JJ offered a small smile.

“Oh…she had uh…she had something to do.” Y/n tried her best to smile but they knew better.

“Work, huh? She feels…guilty about Bailey?” Tara asked as she turned to look at y/n.

Y/n sighed softly as she nodded. “I don’t know what to do.”

“We know Emily. There’s not much we can do if she doesn’t want to talk.” Tara said softly as she placed her hand on y/n’s shoulder.

“But I’m her girlfriend. I mean…I should at least…I don’t know. Try harder?” Y/n shrugged. “I just want Emily to know that I’m here…”

JJ sighed softly. “Well, I’m sure she knows, she’s just…trying to deal with her stuff.”

Y/n nodded softly as she looked back at JJ, smiling softly. She felt her phone vibrating and got it out of her pocket, furrowing her brows as she saw Emily’s text. Soon enough she was saying goodbye to everyone and then heading back to the office. It felt a little weird to be here so late, the whole office was silent and almost dark, Emily’s office was the only one that had its light on. Y/n took a deep breath as she noticed Emily walking around her office and then stopping by the window. She wanted to support her in every possible way, but she was also afraid that Emily was overworking herself and that didn’t sit right with her. She slowly walked to Emily’s office and leaned against the doorframe, trying her best to smile as Emily turned to look at her.

“Hey you.” Y/n smiled softly.

Emily offered a smile in return. “I’m sorry I made you leave Penelope’s birthday.”

“I was going to anyway.” Y/n shrugged. “What’s going on?”

Emily sighed softly. “We need to talk.”

Y/n felt her heart drop for a moment as she stared at Emily. She could only nod, not trusting her voice as she felt her body slightly trembling as she waited for Emily to say anything at all, but instead, she walked to y/n, grabbed her hand, and kissed it softly, offering a smile as she pulled y/n with her. Soon enough, they were on the ceiling, Emily had sat down and had pulled out a box of cigarettes, catching y/n off guard for a moment, but also keeping in mind how incredibly hot it was to see her smoke. Seriously, y/n…not the time. She crossed her arms and listened to everything Emily had to say, and again, she felt helpless as she listened to Emily, wanting nothing more than to be able to fix all this with a snap of her finger and be able to take Emily anywhere so she could relax.

“Well, you’ve been doing your homework.” Y/n teased as she walked closer to Emily and grabbed the cigarette putting it in her mouth before she returned it to Emily.

Emily scoffed. “Well…we need to get to the end of this.”

Y/n nodded, sighing softly, and looked away for a moment. “So…you think he’s government trained or something?”

“He’s definitely too proficient to be self-taught.”

“And that’s why they’re keeping it a secret.” Y/n tilted her head as she looked back at Emily. “I know that you’ve been overprotective after what happened…but we need to let the team know about this. You know that working together, we’ll get it done.”

Emily sighed softly as she nodded. “I know.” She nibbled on her lip for a moment as she looked at y/n. “Baby…I need you to promise me that whatever we do here, I need you to be safe. We see what he does…what has happened so far. I cannot…” her voice cracked for a moment, looking down at the floor as she put back the cigarette in her mouth.

Y/n sighed softly as she walked to Emily, positioning herself in between her legs and placing her hands on her cheeks, tilting her head up so their eyes locked. “I will promise you that if you promise me the same.” She smiled softly. “Em, I need you to take a break too. You’ve barely been home, you’ve barely been sleeping. I will make the promise if you promise me you’ll also take care of yourself.”

Emily took a deep breath, moving her free hand to y/n’s hips, offering a small smile. “Alright. I will.”

Y/n smiled softly as she leaned down to kiss Emily’s forehead. “You’re stubborn, Prentiss. If I don’t take care of you, you won’t.”

“That’s why I have you. Couldn’t have it any other way.” Emily chuckled softly, leaning up slightly to kiss her lips while she put out the cigarette.

Y/n smiled against her lips. “I know I should be forbidding you from smoking but…did you know you look extremely hot smoking?”

Emily chuckled softly as she wrapped her arms around her waist, pulling her closer. “No but thank you.” She grinned.

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully and then leaned down to kiss her lips again. “Let’s go call Garcia.”

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Y/n could only stare at Emily while everyone else talking, giving their thoughts about the video they had just watched. she couldn’t really concentrate on what they were even talking about, part of her was trying to comprehend everything, work with them, say anything at all, but her mind was entirely focused on Emily. The moment Rossi and Emily had walked into the office, she could tell that there was something wrong with Emily; the way she stared at them, the way she talked, her eyes seemed…lost. She tried to keep up with everything, every now and then feeling JJ’s eyes on her, even Tara’s, but her eyes were only focused on Emily.

“Em?” Y/n asked softly as they all left the room, walking to Emily and taking her hand. “Are you alright?”

Emily looked back at her and furrowed her brows. “Yes. Why are you asking?”

Y/n tilted her head slightly as she raised her brow. “That was not nothing. What you and Rossi saw…and you…you don’t look okay.”

Emily shrugged. “It’s part of the job, isn’t it?”

Y/n sighed softly. “Emily, I-“

“Right now, we need to focus on this case. We might have something important here. I know I promised, but we also promised we wouldn’t change the way we work here. Right now, we’re at work, and we need to focus on that.” Emily said softly but firmly, not wanting to sound rude or harsh, but the way she looked at y/n, with stress and frustration, made y/n’s insides turn.

Y/n nodded softly as she let go of Emily’s hand. “Right.”

Emily only nodded before she left, leaving y/n standing there, not knowing what to do or say. She knew working together wouldn’t be the easiest thing ever, but she couldn’t help it, and Emily couldn’t blame her for worrying. Y/n had stayed behind with JJ at the office, she had tried to brush it off and focus on their main task. But again, once they came back, y/n noticed it again, she noticed the way Emily rubbed her temple and went straight to her office. She didn’t say anything, she stayed with JJ as she let Emily have a minute. She was right, they had made it clear things wouldn’t change, and so far, it had worked out, and she was not about to stress Emily more.

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Y/n closed the door behind her and sighed softly as she locked it, standing there staring at it as she took a deep breath before she turned to walk to their room. Emily was already sitting on the bed, taking off her shoes. Y/n said nothing, walking to the bed and also sitting down and doing the same as Emily. Silence surrounded them for a moment for a while, y/n knew it was stupid that Emily’s words had hit her the way they did, but she couldn’t help it, she knew that if it was the other way around, Emily wouldn’t drop it until y/n accepted that Emily was right, but in this case, which was not even an option.

But then she heard a soft groan coming from Emily, and as she turned, she noticed Emily’s head in her hands, and y/n was back to feeling worried. She stood up slowly and walked around the bed, kneeling right in front of Emily, and positioning herself in between her legs, her hands on top of Emily’s as she leaned her head against Emily’s.

“Em…” Y/n whispered softly.

“I’m exhausted.” Emily breathed out, her voice cracking slightly. “I don’t know what’s going on, nothing seems right, everything seems to be against us, to be against me. It’s like they want me to resign so badly, they want…they want the BAU to disappear. I don’t know what they want from me, I cannot just drop this, not after everything we’ve been through.” She said quietly as she felt her eyes getting teary, not being able to look up at y/n. “They’re making us get involved with a fucking serial killer. What has gotten into their minds?! What are they hiding?!”

Y/n wrapped her arms around her, only being able to hold Emily tightly as she started sobbing. Emily knew that she was overworking herself, that she was doing too much, she was obsessing too much, but there was no chance to back down, she couldn’t just let it happen, she couldn’t let them win. But she felt so…heavy. Everything hurt, her head felt like exploding, her chest felt heavy, she had felt the usual anxiety creep in her body, she felt worse than she had years ago. She sobbed quietly as she felt y/n tightening her embrace, Emily suddenly wrapping her arms around y/n’s neck, feeling bad for the weird position they were in, but needing y/n to hold her so badly, she’d worry about the position later.

“I can’t just drop this.” Emily whispered as she buried her face on y/n’s neck, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“I know. And we won’t drop it. I’ll be by your side.” Y/n whispered softly.

“I’m sorry I’m so stubborn…”

Y/n shook her head, smiling softly as she turned to kiss the side of her head. “But you’re mine. You can be as stubborn as you want.”

Emily chuckled softly as she pulled away, looking into y/n’s eyes. “I’m sorry that I’ve been drowning myself in this case.”

Y/n sighed softly. “I don’t blame you, Emily.” She rubbed Emily’s back softly as she leaned in and kissed her forehead. “I just don’t want you falling sick for so much stress. I don’t want you to get stuck in this to the point where you can’t notice that you’re putting everything and you’re putting yourself in danger.” She said softly as she looked into Emily’s eyes. “I’m just worried about you.”

Emily nodded as she let out a shaky breath. “I know. I won’t keep anything else from you, I promise. And…I’ll come to you when it’s too much.”

Y/n nodded as she smiled. “Em…baby, look at me.” She ran her fingers through her hair as Emily locked her eyes on hers. “I’m here for you, no matter what. The good and the bad, you’re not a burden to me, okay? I love you. And you’re not alone.”

Emily’s eyes filled with tears as her face softened, her body slightly trembling as she finally gave up and let tiredness take over her. She took a deep shaky breath, nodding her head as more tears rolled down her cheeks. Y/n rapidly wrapped her into another tight hug, letting Emily bury her face on her neck and sob as much as she needed. They stayed like that for a while, y/n rubbing her back and whispering sweet nothings while Emily cried. It was becoming too much, and Emily knew this wasn’t even the half of it and there was so much more to come, but for now, for now she had y/n, she was present in this moment. Y/n gave her the space to break and make her feel like she deserved to have this sort of moment even if they still made her feel weak, but she knew her lover would never judge her, not like she had been judged before. After a moment, she finally felt like she had gotten everything out, slowly moving back but resting her forehead against y/n’s, not wanting to be away.

“Thank you…” Emily whispered softly.

“Why are you thanking me?”

“Because you always take care of me even if you don’t have to.” Emily smiled through her tears.

Y/n smiled softly pulling away just enough to wipe her tears and stroke her cheek. “And I’ll be here to do it over and over again. If I risked my life with COVID, why not now?” She grinned a little.

Emily rolled her eyes playfully. “Well, it kept you in my apartment for a whole month. Not my fault you were so eager to kiss me.” She teased back.

Y/n gasped softly. “In my defense, you were supposed to be out of risk, and also, I couldn’t help it when I had you right in front of me. We had become girlfriends, and I hadn’t even kissed you yet.”

“That’s true.” Emily chuckled softly as she leaned in and kissed her forehead. “And I got to take care of you.”

Y/n nodded. “We’ve got each other’s back. You take care of me, and I take care of you.” She smiled softly.

Emily smiled and nodded softly. “Yes.” She rested her forehead against y/n’s once again. “I love you.”

“And I love you.” Y/n smiled softly and sighed softly as she closed her eyes for a moment. After a while, she moved to kiss Emily’s nose and offer another smile. “C’mon, let’s take a bath together. I’ll bring some wine and snacks.”

Emily smiled softly and nodded. “Sounds like a plan.”

Y/n nodded before she got up, but as she was about to leave, Emily pulled her back to her, making her turn back to Emily who was now standing. “Yes?”

Emily smiled softly as she shook her head. “Nothing.” She placed her hand on y/n’s neck and brought their lips together into a tender kiss. “I love you.” She whispered softly against her lips.

Y/n giggled. “I love you too.” She whispered back and kissed her lips one more time before she walked out of the room.

Emily knew there was still a very long way, she had no idea what they were getting into, a lot of stress was coming their way, but she knew that as soon as she walked into their house, she’d be able to leave that stress behind at least for a while. This little bubble they had created for themselves was everything to Emily, and what got her to keep going. And that was all she needed.

[inbabylontheywept]

Want Better Things

“You thought that was a bioweapon?” 

The translator broke down for a second as the creature did a sort of broken exhale. Connotations were all that came through. Vague implications. Pity, the software flashed. Disgust. Anger.

A pause as it decided.  

Sadism. 

Valta was already backing away. The final decision didn’t change his behavior, it just made the hall feel far, far too short. 

“I didn’t order it deployed. I didn’t make it.” 

The thing was staring at him, and he couldn’t look away. The two eyes moved in such perfect tandem that he didn’t think it was conscious. It only had binocular vision because it only needed binocular vision. Always the predator, never the prey. 

And now it was moving in on him. 

“Oh, but what if you had? Then I could tell you all the things that were wrong with it.” 

One of its hands - a sprawling, five fingered  spindly thing - traced carelessly along the station's walls. 

“No incubation period. Symptoms arrive within 40 minutes of exposure. No time to spread undetected. Minimum should be one week. Embarrassingly low.” 

The pressure the thing was putting on the wall increased, the gentle glide turning into a buzzing scratch. Humans were strong, but not strong enough to cut through metal like this. The suit had to be powered and clawed. 

“Spread through contact. Limited waterborne. No airborne. Intended mechanism of infection is viral load being put on hands from scratching, and then passed into the environment. Pathetically inefficient.” 

The translator was working, but the thing was overeunounciating each word. The meaning was being passed along by a clean, helpful voice in his suit, even as the sound was being passed on through the environmental speakers. And the sound was dreadful - clicks of ceramized bone jarring against each other, wet muscles modulating air into something sharp and rasping. 

“Mechanism of death? Lysis overload. Could be dangerous if it was transmitted into the lungs, but since the initial load tends to be dermal all we wind up with-”

It took its helmet off. 

It took its helmet off. 

It took its helmet off it took its helmet off it took its helmet off in a biozone it - 

It looked a little pink, actually. A little scratchy. It lifted a delicate, taloned hand and rubbed its face against it for a moment before finishing. 

“-is a rash.”

Valta’s prey drive had glued him to the spot. It was too close. The stupid, stupid part of his brain that still thought he was grazing on Duranga hoped that if he stood still long enough, it might not notice him. 

The human paused a moment before continuing. 

“Do you know why they sent me? Alphonse Ericsen, PhD, MD, civilian doctor, here to speak with you?”

Valta’s snout twitched. The suit translated the gesture for him. 

“No.” 

“Because one of our grunts is a dumb fuck,” the human said simply. “And he spent two days fighting on your station with his helmet off. He got infected that way and brought back your stupid, itchy plague to our carrier ship, and now we’ve all spent the last 8 hours scratching ourselves raw. But the jokes on you, because when we were treating that guy you know what we found? That he was in the asymptomatic phase of a COVID infection. So if this-”

It gestured to its pink face with a snarl. 

“-is your idea of a bioweapon, then COVID is going to be your apocalypse. But if you work with me, and shut everything the fuck down for the next three or four months, I might be able to save most of you.” 

Valta unstuck at that. He’d spent weeks down here, worrying about nothing more than the next skirmish. Now he was looking at a genuine existential threat. 

“...What? Why would you help us? We wanted you to die. All of you. I wanted-”

The human cut him off with an exasperated wave of his hand. 

“You wanted something stupid. Doesn’t mean I have to join you. Best I can do to fix you is keep you alive and hope that you feel ashamed later. That, I genuinely look forward to. Now come on, you’re going to be the one explaining to all your friends what’s at stake here. My bedside manner is so bad that they limited my patients to virology slides and USMC marines. I think that’s actually one rung below the guys that just dissect cadavers.” 

Valta would’ve made an amused hum at that, but something already felt scratchy inside his throat. 

[russellsppttemplates]

Let me love on you a little more (Charles Leclerc)

Sometimes, it felt like what you were doing was a drop in the immense ocean, but Charles always made you feel a little better when you had the chance to go home

Note: english is not my first language. I based this on the news and stories I heard from people on the front line! This is in no way romanticising or summing up what happened, much less downplaying it! I hold huge huge respect and gratitude for healthcare workers!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Tw: Covid-19 pandemic and themes associated with reader being a front line worker as a doctor (mentions hospitals, tests, death)

Tag list: @myloverjk-blog @hiireadstuff @c-losur3

"You can follow the purple line to the testing site we have here", you told the elderly woman.

"Is it going to hurt too much? My neighbour had to get tested to weeks ago when she visited her family and she said it's uncomfortable", she mused.

"It's a little itchy, I have to admit it, but it shouldn't hurt you, just a little bit uncomfortable, Mrs. Loire", you attempted to soothe her, your usual hand on the patients' arm now a strongly inadvisable way to comfort them.

"Thank you, Dr. Y/L/N", he said, her eyes letting you know that behind her mask there was a big smile on appreciation and gratitude.

Taking temperatures and checking flu like symptoms was not how you thought your medical career would pan out once you chose your speciality, but the new normal was this and you were working your best to do what you got into medicine to do in the first place, improve and save lives.

"How many people have you sent to the testing site?", your colleague Marina asked you when she noticed that for now, there were no walk-ins or ambulances with new patients.

"Just this morning, twenty-five", you sighed, "the closest I got to a potential non-Covid case was the kid that broke his arm, but Ortho swooped him right from me".

"Are you truly so disappointed about not being on an Orthopedics case?", she chuckled, "you hated everytime you had to be on that floor", she argued.

"I'd do anything that isn't watching people die because we don't have enough equipment or because we don't know enough about this disease to stop it", you let your frustrations out.

"We're going to win this, Y/N", Marina squeezed your shoulder, "you're usually the hopeful one on the service, but I can hope for the two of us today", she replied earnestly, "I'm going to have lunch now, do you want to go with me and sit on opposite tables so I can at least look at your face without a mask from a distance?".

"Let's go, I'm starving and I'm going up to the ward this afternoon", you raised your eyebrows, tidying up the station for whoever would cover the afternoon shift there.

As you walked to the area you had lunch in, you were happy to find the sun shinning outside on the green park area where you or the patients' family would take them to get fresh air when they were still admitted and recovering. It wasn't a thing now for obvious reasons, so you and Marina ended up in there keeping a safe distance while enjoying the feeling on the sun on your bare skin.

"Do you sometimes feel like you're losing all sense of time in there?", Marina nudged to the big building, "my mother's birthday was yesterday and I thought it was still a month away - she called me to say she had left a piece of cake for me by my door".

"Yesterday, Charles called me and told me he has going to wash my favourite hoodie of his and then wear it around the house so that by the time I came home it was nice and smelling the way I liked it. Then I reasoned with him that it wasn't this weekend because how could it be? Then I realised he was right", you took a spoonful from the tupperware.

"Are you spending the weekend at home?", Marina asked, smiling at how you seemed to finally be taking care of yourself.

You had been one of the doctors who didn't mind staying for longer in the hospital, reasoning that you didn't have kids and fortunately your family members didn't need assistance so you could cover more shifts and work as much to keep everything running smoothly. It caught up with you as it did with all your colleagues so you set specific times in your calendar where you would go home and, barring any catastrophic situation at the hospital, no one would call you for the days you spent home so you could fully relax with Charles.

"Yes, five days at home and then I'm back", you sighed, "and you? How is your little one doing?", you asked.

"My wife texted me an hour into my shift to say that Milo had a Skype call with his class and their teacher and he said his mama was in the hospital being a hero", she gave you a big smile and looked up to control the tears, "it's hard being away from them, but these little moments help", she added.

"Charles does streams with his friends, and apparently he's always mentioning me and the people on the chat have been very supportive - whenever he calls me he tells me that some fans recognise my voice and my name from the virtual appointments and that they've been here and treated by me, too", you blushed, "He's always hyping me up and I can't wait to be with him".

Stopping by the coffee machine, you both got another expresso shot before parting ways since Marina wasn't on the Covid ward for that shift.

"We've just intubated three more patients", the doctor finished her rounding up to you and the rest of the team that would take over for them, "beds five and six aren't looking good and we've alerted their family members already", he nudged.

Everyone knew what it meant when it came to calling the families, so you nodded, "hopefully they'll get here on time, have them page me downstairs when they arrive, please", you asked one of the interns before you excused yourself to put your personal protective equipment on.

"Is that you, Y/N?", one of the younger kids you had treated said as you got out of the room.

"Yes, it's me! You have a good eye, Arlo!", you smiled before noticing nurse Francesca pulling his wheelchair, "are you going home, sweet boy?", you gasped.

Arlo had been the first child you treated in the ward, only having seen adults up until that moment and it changed a switch in you. A small child struggling so much seemed to shake something inside you, and every time you called his parents with updates, you wished that you'd never have to make the dreaded call.

"I am, my lungs are all good and I'm not warm anymore!", he smiled, "I finally get to go home, my parents are downstairs waiting for me. Did you give Charles my thank you hug for the cap?", he asked.

When you noticed the little boy talking about the last Monaco GP and how he hoped one day he would be able to meet his favourite driver, Charles Leclerc, you couldn't find it in you to keep your relationship undisclosed. So, when you went home the last time, you asked Charles to sign one cap for you and told him to be ready for a FaceTime with the little boy. Arlo was the happiest you had seen him since he had been admitted, lighting up when he saw your boyfriend on the screen and giving him a few smiles despite his tired and sick state.

"I haven't been home yet, but I will give him the biggest hug at the end of the week!", you smiled, "I'm so happy for you, Arlo!", you gushed, making the gesture to blow him as kiss as he waved goodbye.

There were good stories, and even though they in no way erased the sad ones, they helped you carry on with the fight.

Laying on the on-call room after your shift, you took off your mask since no one else was allowed inside it other than you, doing your usual routine and setting your phone in the window sill.

"Hey, amour", Charles said on the phone, "how was your day?", he asked as he watched you towell dry your hair.

"Hey, mon coeur", you offered him a small smile, "I'm so tired I can't guarantee I won't fall asleep in a minute".

"It's okay, I won't mind. Did you get tested?", Charles asked as he seemed to be tucking himself to bed as well.

"Yes, another swab up my nose", you flashed him two thumbs up, "I'll have the results in the morning and hopefully I can get out of here for a few days and spend them with you and not quarantine in a hotel room", you crossed your fingers, "I don't have any symptoms, but still, you never know with this bastard".

"We'll spend it together, amour", he comforted, "I already have a lazy couple of days planned out for us", he smiled as you too tucked yourself on the oncall room bed.

"That sounds amazing", you closed your eyes briefly, "I can't wait to be with you", you yawned.

Charles knew better than to start anything important, just happy to see you were resting, safe and sound, making small talk to lull you to sleep before he ended the call.

After attending the virtual meeting so you could update the next team on how the service was running before you left, the results from test came back negative, which meant you could finally drive home.

Unlocking the door, you stepped inside as you heard commotion coming from the living room, "stay away while I put all of this in the cabinet", you warned Charles.

He was quick to go to the bedroom, getting his hoodie and a pair of shorts for you, "as much as I'd love to hold you all day looking like that", your boyfriend nodded to your figure in just underwear, "I think you'll be more cosy in these", he approached you as you finally let him touch you, his arms going around your waist and pulling your bodies closer, "I've missed you so much, Y/N", he whispered.

"I missed you so much, too", you pulled your face away from his chest before kissing his lips in a proper greeting.

Charles guided you to the living room after you got dressed in his clothes, stopping by the kitchen door to check if you had a proper breakfast to which you said yes, so he took you to the sofa, snuggling you two under the blanket as he put one of your favourite shows on the TV.

"I love you, Charles", you would say every now and again, completing the affectionate moments with a kiss or a squeeze.

During the afternoon, you and Charles ended up napping on the sofa, Charles waking up with you still fast asleep on his chest, making him kiss your forehead a couple of times and pull the blanket to cover you up.

"How long was I out for?", you rubbed your eyes two hours later, looking up to see your boyfriend's smile.

"A couple of hours, it looked like a really good nap", he kissed your nose.

"Yes, it was", you squeezed his body, "I'm really craving some carbonara for dinner, do you think we have what the recipe needs?", you questioned.

"We do - I did the food shop earlier this week and I got all of the supplies", he smiled, brushing your hairs away from your eyes and behind your ears, "do you want to get started on it?".

"Yes - I need to pee first, but I'll meet you in the kitchen", you winked, pecking his lips multiple times before getting up.

As he watched you walk to the bathroom, thoughts came flooding in.

This is what he wanted with you. Cosy intimacy that went beyond what happened in the bedroom. The domesticity that went beyond just spending time together and that shines through in the little moments of intertwined routines, special requests and little talks in the middle of the night about random existential questions.

Stepping into the kitchen, Charles gathered the ingredients, pots and pans before you stepped inside too, hugging his waist and nuzzling your face on his back, "you're so comfy, Charlie", you cooed before he turned around so he could face you, cupping your cheeks and rubbing them.

"And you're so gorgeous, mon coeur", he complimented, making you melt inside as you focused on the pads of his thumbs against your skin.

Slicing the guanciale, you removed the rind and cut the rest into small pieces while Charles grated the pecorino cheese and added the egg yolks to the same bowl, the pasta already cooking with the timer on the side.

Scrambling everything into the pot one last time before adding the pasta water a little bit at a time until it was spot on as you liked, making you serve it up in the plates and head back to the sofa.

"Haven't you had enough of the sofa?", you giggled as Charles let you sit before he placed the tray on your lap, doing the same with his own, "I know I haven't had the energy for much else, but maybe tomorrow we can go hike if you'd like", you suggested.

"I want to spend time with you, wherever you are - you're in the sofa, I'm in the sofa, you're in the kitchen, I'm in the kitchen, if you're in the bathroom, I'm in the bathroom", he stated like it was clear as water.

"Maybe not when I'm in the toilet, though, okay?", you squinted as he laughed at your antics.

Charles tidied up after the both of you, sending you to the ensuite bathroom for a bath he'd join you in as soon as he was done.

"You didn't get in?", Charles slumped his shoulders slightly as he saw you sprawled out on the bed.

"I was partially in a food coma, but also - I didn't want to get in alone and the water was a little too hot so I had to let it cool for a bit", you smiled, letting him pull you up and into the bathroom.

Stepping inside the bathroom, Charles grabbed your hips, "let me love on you a little bit more, mon coeur", he said as he pulled you to him, grabbing the hem of the hoodie you were wearing and taking it off of your torso, kissing the skin on your shoulders.

As he stopped his ministrations on your skin, you took the opportunity to take his t-shirt off while you shimmied your shorts and underwear, caressing his muscles before he also took the rest of his clothes off.

"Feels good", Charles dipped his fingers in the tub, getting in himself so he could help you sit between his legs and lay your back on his chest.

Your boyfriend brought his hands together and formed a shell shape with them, collecting water in them and wetting your shoulder blades, then letting it cascade down your neckline, boobs and tummy before he let his hands wander around to feel your body, hoping it would show you his love and appreciation for you.

After you got out, Charles rubbed your products on your face, giggling when you made little faces before you put on pyjamas, tucking into bed and cuddling his chest.

"You know I've missed you so much, but our bed feels heavenly right now", you chuckled, kissing his naked chest, "I love you, Charles", you mumbled before sleep took over you.

"I love you, beautiful girl, sleep tight", he whispered against your hair, kissing the top of your head before he rubbed your back.

Charles was woken up from your body moving a lot and the clammy feeling of your hand on his chest, looking for your face and noticing the crease on your forehead, "hey, amour", he gently shook you awake, "wake up for me, please, it's okay, you're okay", he urged as you opened your eyes wide as you took in where you were.

"I'm home, I'm home", you mumbled, taking deep breaths like Charles encouraged you to once you sat up, doing them with you a couple of times until you calmed down.

"You are, mon coeur, you are", Charles kissed your forehead when you rested your back against the headboard.

After standing there in silence while Charles played with your fingers on your lap, you were able to speak about it, "I hit five this week", you mumbled, "five people who have died on my watch since this thing started, five family members I've had to call to tell them their loved one didn't make it.

"And it's a small number when you compare it to other countries - so many colleagues are already on their one hundredth, but Monaco is so small", you reasoned, "I haven't had a number this high since I started at the hospital - in my regular service, I never lost five people".

"It's not your fault, amour - a virus is out there and you're working so hard to contain it", Charles pulled you to his chest, rubbing your arm up and down and kissing the side of your head, "the work you're doing with the testing site, making sure to slow the spread and ensuring everyone is as healthy as they can be - you're part of that, Y/N, and even though it doesn't seem like it, you're still winning, you're still beating the universe".

"I couldn't do it without you", you mused and Charles' scoff alerted you, "it's true, Charles! I would never be able to stay at the hospital for so long if you weren't supportive, if you weren't helping my parents and making sure they're doing okay when I can't do it! The way you support me and are there for me - the way your holding me like you always do", you snuggled further into him, "this helps me keep going - you do", you kissed his jaw, seeing his blushed cheeks in the dimly lit bedroom.

"We're a good team then", he accepted the compliment, kissing your temple again, "do you think you can go back to sleep or maybe we could have a chat, watch some TV, have a lazy makeout session", he wiggled his eyebrows.

"That last idea sounds great, I've missed that", you rolled over properly, taking his lips in yours as his hands roamed along your tummy.

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

heyyy could you do enemies to lovers with Ethan Landry that leads to like “fuck I hate you” or “you have no clue what you do to me” with smut obvi!! Thank uuuuu

Okay, hi. I love this!!!

Papercuts - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: You learn the real reason why Ethan is such an asshole.

A/N: Keep sending in requests! I have a few that I'm working on but I have covid so I have NOTHING to do for the next few days:/

You hated Ethan, and Ethan hated you. It’s something that you’ve grown to accept over time, because you usually don’t hate people. Whenever he’s around you and your friends, there’s always this tension that you can’t explain. He tells you to quit being such a raging bitch, you tell him that he hopes he chokes to death on his Cheetos. At least, that’s what you to snapped at each other with the last time you had to be in the same room.

When he walked into Tara and Sam’s apartment with Chad, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“What, you aren’t happy to see me?” he faked shock, as he sat down in the living room a few seats on the couch away from you.

Chad took a seat in the space between you two, but he felt the tension immediately. He looked between the two of you.

“I think I’m going to lock both of you in a room together so you can hash this out,” he laughed, as Ethan scoffed.

“I’d rather die than be locked in a room with her,” he said, a hint of disgust in his voice.

“Oh Ethan, baby, that can be arranged,” you said, as your friends watched intently for the impending explosion.

His eyes were dark as he stared you down.

“Oh, you have nothing to say? That’s a first,” you laughed, the rest of the friend group exchanging glances.

“You know what, Chad? I think you’re right. Let’s go talk, baby,” he said, grabbing your hand and pulling you off the couch.

As you made it down the stairs of the apartment complex, you felt your heart race.

“Where the fuck are you taking me?” you asked, as both of your feet pounded against the sidewalk. His walk got faster as he held onto you.

“We’re going to my apartment,” he snapped.

“Like I’d want to be in there alone with you,” you said, trying to keep up.

“Well, I’m sorry, baby, but that’s where we’re going,” He mocked, as we approached the main door to his complex.

“Stop calling me that,” you huffed, both out of frustration and him making you walk at a high speed for 5 blocks.

“You started it.”

After you made it inside, he tossed his keys on the kitchen counter before turning to face you. The same dark expression painted on his face as you backed away a little. You hate to say it, but him like this was a…turn on? You didn’t know where these new thoughts were coming from as he stepped closer towards you.

“Why are you such a bitch?” he asked, making subtle glances between your eyes and your mouth.

“Why are you such an asshole?” you snapped back.

That’s when he grabbed your hips lifting you up on the kitchen island.

“I fucking hate you,” he said, before placing his lips onto yours.

He kissed you with determination, like this is what he needed to do to release all the tension. You moaned into the kiss as his hand squeezed your thigh. He pulled back, trying to read your face.

Your lips were swollen from the kiss, as your eyes were glazed over with lust. He stepped away from you and started to pace.

“What, you wanted to bring me back here to kiss me like THAT, then just stop,” you said, your voice dripping in anger and sexual frustration.

“You want more?” he asked, stopping his pacing to look at you.

“Maybe,” you said.

“No, I’m serious. Do you want that to go further?” he asked, his tone shifting.

“Yes.”

Within seconds his lips were back on yours. His hands started to roam your body, making you whimper into the kiss.

“You want to know why I hate you so much?” he asked, grabbing your hand and placing it against the hard cock in his pants, “It’s because you do this to me every time you run that smart mouth of yours.”

Your breath hitched in your throat at the size.

After he led you to his room, the kiss continued, only taking brief pauses when you both took off your shirts. Within a minute, both of you were standing there completely naked. His hands started to roam the newly exposed skin, as he started to kiss down your neck.

“Fuck,” you gasped, as his finger brushed against your clit.

“You’re so wet,” he mumbled into your neck.

The movement of his fingers against you had you craving more. He slipped them inside of you, stretching you out. He held you up against him as your legs weakened every time he brushed over that special spot inside of you.

“I need you to fuck me,” you said, his eyes connecting with yours.

He slid his fingers out and turned you around, following behind you as you walked towards the bed. You went to lay down on it, before he stopped you.

“No baby, just bend over the side of the bed. I want to fuck you standing up,” he said. This time when he called you baby, it didn’t sound condescending like before. You kind of liked it.

He slid into you slowly after you leaned across the bed on your elbows. When he started to move, his pace picked up quickly. It felt like he was letting out months of sexual frustration.

“Fuck,” you moaned out, as his hands ran over the curves of your ass as he pounded into you.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he said, as you felt the familiar sensation brewing.

“Just like that, Eth. Don’t stop,” you whined, as your orgasm started to wash over you.

He fucked you through it, and it didn’t take long for him to hit his peak.

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” he said, pulling out and releasing on your lower back.

He helped clean you up, before the two of you laid on his bed.

“So, do we still hate each other?” you asked, curious to know where you stand with him.

“I don’t think so…but I do like it when you run your mouth,” he laughed.

The two of you didn’t tell your friends what happened. They had their assumptions, but after a few days of trying the normal friend behavior, you both when back to your trash-talking ways. Everyone thought that the time you had to hash things out was pointless, but all you could think about was getting Ethan fired up enough to take you back to his bedroom again.

[vacantgodling]

tl;dr i need help paying rent and health insurance this month. with the money from my recent paycheck, all i need is $263 (usd) to cover these expenses.

i hate to ask for money all the time but idk what else to do.

this month (august) was supposed to be great for getting my finances in order. i would be getting paid 3x, and i had a system that worked.

unfortunately things didn’t work out that way. this month has been the worst month this entire year:

the main issue is i caught covid (after 4 years of never having it once, i succumbed to people’s uselessness and having to go in person to work) and that kept me out of work for a week. the mini vacation was “nice” because my symptoms weren’t too bad, but the looming fear that i wouldn’t have enough for rent has now reared its head.

the week before, i already took 2 days off because my partner was informed their abusive father had been diagnosed with stage 4 cancer and that sent them spiraling. he hasn’t kicked the bucket yet (ig cockroaches don’t die easily), but from what they said that week they thought he would pass by that sunday.

this past wednesday, the stress of their not so great extended family reaching out + grappling with this ended up with my partner having to go to the hospital for (tw) excessive vomiting—unable to keep water down and extremely dizzy. we were discharged that night thankfully once things calmed down and they are technically fine, just still resting and trying to slowly get back to eating normally. the drs weren’t able to determine what caused any of that to occur, but our current theory is just stress and not eating enough so stomach rebellion. i had to miss 4 hours of work to take them to the hospital so, my next paycheck is also gonna be short but not too terrible overall. i’m not really worried about it.

i don’t want to bore you all to death with all the details of all my other debts and struggles that i’m dealing with rn. i just want to illustrate how this week just fucked me over really badly. i’m currently the only one working between us bc my partner is disabled (and got denied disability for them last week so cool cool. love this country love it here).

and if it helps you feel more inclined to donate to me i’m black, queer, and transmasculine. marginalization bingo etc etc.

if you can’t spare anything i understand, i know we’re all broke and struggling and there’s other causes that are definitely more pressing. this isn’t a matter of life and death. just would really help to not have to get screwed over by this.

i offer commissions so if you wanna check my ko-fi -> https://ko-fi.com/vacantgodling/commissions

(just know there’s a small of a list rn, i haven’t been drawing as much as i need to for the commissions i do currently have and i’m sorry for that i’ve just been stressed out. thanks to everyone who’s ordered for their patience i’ll be getting to stuff as soon as i can)

but if you’d like to just donate to my paypal -> https://www.paypal.me/pinkpurgatory

if you don’t have anything to spare (which again, totally fine) please spread this around if you can i’d appreciate it.

thanks for reading and i hope you have a good day 💛

[inuyashaluver]

Hi loveeee,

Would die for a fic with Vic Pelova if you have time 🫶

snow angels - victoria pelova

victoria pelova x reader

description: in which snow holds a significant place in you and your girlfriend’s relationship, symbolising love and time

warnings: swearing, reader is half dutch, dutch is in bold italics because i refuse to butcher the language hehe. SO LONG GUYS OMG MY APOLOGIES, ALSO DONT KNOW HOW TO FEEL ABOUT IT

a/n: hellooo, thank you for the request, lovely! hope you enjoy xx

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you and your girlfriend, victoria had an..interesting start to your relationship. your close friend at arsenal, and second mother, vivianne miedema raved about a certain girl called victoria pelova. not only about her amazing football skills but the fact that she was incredibly sweet, and her being your age, her being just a month older than you.

even though you were half dutch, you lived in england and played for their national team, hence why you’d never met this special girl known as victoria. even though you were signed first, viv took you under her wing, you were her baby and everyone knew it. so you knew you could trust her.

viv invited you to dinner, took you to and from training and even coached you in football. you were so grateful for her and owed her a lot. viv had even been teaching you dutch over the years, you had gotten better but definitely still rusty.

- 2020 (let’s imagine covid isn’t a thing xx) -

one day, you were at training, sitting and chatting with leah when viv was scrambling around looking for you.

“schatje (little treasure)!! where are you?” you excuse yourself from leah and run over to where she was. as soon as she sees you, she picks you up by your waist, giving you a tight hug before placing you on the ground.

“what’s up viv?” you laugh as you come back to the ground, she places both of her hands on your shoulders and gently shakes you. “good news! viccy is coming for a holiday!” your eyes slightly widened, her bright expression making you feel slightly nervous.

“you mean, pelova?” you began to pick the skin around your thumbs, a habit you can’t help. viv notices and grabs your hand to stop you, holding it in hers.

“hey, she’s lovely okay?, you don’t need to worry about anything” this time she speaks in english to ease your worries. you don’t doubt that victoria is a lovely girl, it’s just that you were extremely shy when it comes to meeting new people, you were amazing once you were comfortable, meeting people for the first time is overwhelming at times. this also meant you were going to practise your dutch, even more nerve wracking.

you nod your head at her, giving her a soft smile. “when will she be here?”

“in two weeks time” you nod your head again, you could do this, there was nothing to be worried about.

—

the two weeks waiting for the arrival date for victoria pelova felt like two years. you were so incredibly nervous. she sounded so sweet and amazing, how could you meet this girl and not crumble into pieces?

viv had instructed you that she would pick up victoria from the airport and then come over to your flat to pick you up so you guys could explore the town and get some lunch. you got up early and got ready, putting on a comfortable outfit. well you did..until you changed clothes, and then changed again and again. when you finally settled, you sat in the living room in complete silence, awaiting for the knock on the door from the incoming dutch girls.

the house was completely spotless but you couldn’t help but try and clean it more. why were you so nervous? (all night you stalked victoria’s instagram, slightly blushing at how beautiful she was)

just as you moved the position of the decorative pillow for the tenth time, three gentle knocks infiltrated the room and you wanted to start crying. how were they already here? you rush to the front door, letting out a gentle exhale before opening it, the two dutch girls standing there expectedly, smiling brightly at you. “hi” they say at the same time. all you could do is wave hello back. once you make eye contact with victoria, she smiles brightly at you and a light pink settles on your cheeks.

“let us in?” viv laughs at your dazed expression, knowing you like the back of your hand - it seems her child has a little crush, just as she had planned. you nod frantically, stepping slightly to the side to let the girls in. viv went immediately to your couch and settled herself onto it, victoria however, hangs back and waits for you. you close the door and slightly jump when you see her standing there, hands behind her back, smiling softly at you.

“woah sorry! didn’t mean to scare you” she takes a step forward to get closer to you.

“i’m so glad i finally got to meet you, viv has told me so much about you” she grins at you and places an arm on your bicep, holding it for a second before putting her arms behind her back again.

“oh, uh..only good things i hope? sorry, my dutch is awful” you grab the back of your neck sheepishly, avoiding eye contact.

“no! it’s really good!” you shake your head at her and look at her eyes this time,

“viv has been teaching me for a while, i’m still learning” you begin to get more comfortable around her, you could tell she was genuine and you honestly felt like you had known her for a while.

“well, i think you’re amazing, and if you wanted, how about we practise with each other?” she pauses, not able to wipe her smile off her face “you with dutch and me with english”

you smile brightly at her, “i’d like that”. you both stood there for a bit, just lightly chatting with each other and getting better acquainted. both of you really felt like you were catching up with an old friend, based on how much you know about each other through viv. both of you were so distracted with your conversation, you didn’t realise the other dutch girl peering over you couch watching you, bringing up her phone a couple times to take a couple of photos.

when you and victoria were laughing at a joke she made, viv let a giggle of endearment out, watching you two. you both snap your heads in the direction of the sound, honestly forgetting she was even there. “now that you two are done flirting, should we head out?” both of you flush red and avoid eye contact with each other. viv giggles at the both of you again.

“let me just get a coat, it’s snowing outside” you take in both of their appearances, only viv was dressed appropriately in layers, victoria was warm but definitely wouldn’t survive all day in the snow, “just a second!” you quickly rush to your room, grabbing two coats and two scarves, going back to your living room to only find victoria waiting for you again.

“viv went to warm up the car” she shuffles her weight between both of her legs. “ah okay” you smile at her and gesture her to come closer. you pass her the coat and she grabs it for you, her hand grazing yours as she takes it out of your hand. “thank you, lieverd (darling), you didn’t need to do that” you’re so warm right now because of her, did you really need that coat?

“uh, of course, don’t want you to go cold” you smile, watching her put on your coat, it was a little too short in terms of length but she didn’t mind. you move closer to her and drape the scarf around her neck, going on your tippy toes to wrap it around her. you were so close to her, she could see how long your eyelashes were, the pink settled on your cheeks, she could even smell you, she felt dizzy when you parted from her, she wants you to be that close again.

you felt exactly the same, you just met her and you think you’re head over heels for her.

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the snow was light, making the air crisp but enjoyable when you were all bundled up like snowmen. you and victoria continued to share great conversations with each other, you both had so much in common. viv did contribute the the conversations, but preferred to hear you both subtly flirt with each other. you were walking on the pathway with the two girls, viv closest to the inside while you were closest to the road, victoria in the middle.

there were hardly any cars on the road, the snow creating a blanket making it a little risky to drive. while the three of you were talking on the way to your lunch spot, victoria places a hand on the side of your waist, you look up at her confused. she smiles at you and moves you over to stand in the middle, her hand moving to rest over your shoulder as you walked. “i’ll walk here from now on” you shyly nod at her, you were absolutely hopeless.

you melt into her embrace, feeling so familiar to both of you. viv was smiling so hard watching you two, she couldn’t believe how well her plan was working. she knew the both of you would get along, but she didn’t expect it so quickly. over lunch the three of you talked, switching from dutch when your eyebrows quirked in confusion.

after lunch, the three of you went out exploring the town. “woah look!” you exclaim, you had seen a big open patch of snow, knowing what you needed to do at this moment. you flopped down onto it and immediately began to make snow angels. viv and victoria laugh brightly at you, “she does this every time, she’s like a child” viv nudges victoria, victoria’s eyes never leaving your figure, smiling brightly watching you have so much fun. “she’s cute” she mutters lightly under her breath, not missed by viv.

victoria walks over to where you were, flopping down next to you and copying your actions. you look over and smile at the girl beside you, laughing loudly with each other and sending yearning looks while creating snow angels. you were both in trouble, she needed to leave in a week. viv stood there, fulfilling her mother duties and snapping as many photos of you as she could.

the rest of the week was amazing, you saw victoria every day and enjoyed every second with each other. talking, watching movies and growing increasingly more touchy with each other. you also took her to lunch and tourist spots. she ended up having a sleepover for two days, sleeping on your couch. viv had never seen you get along with a person so quickly, she was so proud of you, and also herself for setting both of you up. you truly were having the best time. unfortunately, the time came where she needed to go home. you were both heartbroken.

you and viv took her to the airport together, when you arrived at her gate, you pulled her into a tight hug. as soon as you pull her into the embrace, she hugs you tighter, lifting you lightly into the air, both of you letting out sad giggles.

“duifje (dove), i’ll miss you” she smiles at you sadly, this nickname was all she called you now,

“i’ll miss you too, viccy, promise you’ll text me?”

“of course! good luck getting rid of me now” she winks at you, moving to say goodbye to viv, she was teary at your goodbye.

you and viv stand there, arms wrapped each other’s shoulders, waving sadly at her as she departs. you miss her already. victoria misses you more than she could’ve imagined.

—

weeks go by, you and victoria never stop texting and calling each other. she claims it’s to practise her english and your dutch, but you weren’t complaining.

training had just finished, you were sat in your cubby immediately checking your phone. victoria had texted you, sending you a selfie and talking about what she did that day. you smile giddily at your phone, thumbs moving rapidly to type out a response.

“who’s got you all smiley?” katie mocks with her thick accent as she walks past, “leave her, her girlfriend’s active” viv taunts, you didn’t bother looking up from your phone, smirking while tying with you feeling extra warm.

everyone watches you silently in curiosity as you continue to smile and laugh at your phone. suddenly, your phone vibrates and you perk up, victoria was calling you. you rush out of the room and they all hear a nervous “h-hi viccy”

—

it had been a year since you saw the girl, this didn’t mean you weren’t constantly in contact, feeling as though you had been together this whole time.

one day, you got a late night call from victoria, you were slightly confused as to why she was calling you at one in the morning.

“hi, babe?” you question as you answer the face time call.

“hello pretty girl” she smiles brightly at you, “how are you?” she’s in her bed, her head resting on her hand.

“better now that you’ve called” now that viv and victoria only talked to you in dutch, you were relatively fluent, both of them extremely proud.

“flirt” she winks at you, you both shamelessly flirt with each other, knowing that you both had romantic feelings for each other just both of you not having the courage to saying anything.

“why are you calling so late?” you smile at her,

“well, i wanted to talk you about something,”

“oh, sure schat (treasure/sweetie), go ahead”

“well, i wanted to know if you wanted to be my girlfriend?”

silence fills the room, victoria panicked when you don’t respond

“i’ve misread the situation, haven’t i? fuck, just pretend i didn’t say anything-”

“i’d love to!” you exclaim, eyes slightly glossy

“oh thank god”

“aw baby, were you stressed about this?”

“why do you think i haven’t called you in two days and only texted!” you laugh brightly at her,

“you’re so cute, viccy”

“you’re cuter, baby”

the rest of the call, both of you just talked to each other like lovesick puppies, talking and giggling, thank god viv wasn’t here at this moment.

—

about two weeks after, you decided to surprise your new girlfriend, knowing she had an important football match, she had been talking about it for weeks. you were going to amsterdam to surprise her.

you managed to keep the secret, viv helping you out as much as she could. you had told victoria that you had a big media day and you wouldn’t be able to be in contact with her, it was painful to lie to her but it would be worth it.

it was game day for victoria, you organised with the team manager for you to be sitting in the friends and family section, you were clad in one of her jerseys that she sent you in the mail, you doing the same for her. ajax won the match, victoria actually scoring a goal. you were waiting for her as she did her laps of signatures and photos.

she was signing a shirt close to you and once she’s done, you yell, “viccy!” she snaps her head up, was she hallucinating?. she looked all around until she finally saw you, tears began to fill in both of your eyes. she immediately ran up to you, pulling you into a tight hug.

“duifje (dove)” she breathes out, you could tell she was choking up. her head was hidden in your neck, she placed multiple kisses there. both of you haven’t seen each other in over a year, meaning that you haven’t had any physical contact during that time frame. but somehow, the physical intimacy feels so natural and familiar.

“hi baby” you giggle tearfully, rubbing small circles on her back and pulling her closer.

“let me look at you” she tears her face from your neck, cupping your face in between her hands. she flickers her eyes between yours, taking in your appearance. “so beautiful” she smiles brightly at you.

you move your hand up to wipe away her tears, “look at you! my pretty girl, and a goal scorer!” she smiles sheepishly. “i can’t believe you’re here! for how long?” she moves her hands from your face to the sides of your neck. “a week” she nods, “let me get changed and i’ll take you to mine and we can explore” she gives you a kiss on the cheek, wanting to save your first kiss for a more private moment. she giggles at how red your cheek got.

she introduced you to a couple of her teammates, everyone could tell she was proud to show you off. she drove you to her house, she didn’t let go of your hand the whole way in the car, as well as when she gave you a tour of her house. it was almost as though she thought you were going to disappear.

you guys were sat on her couch watching a movie, you were laying down while she was completely on top of you. she hums while nuzzling into you, enjoying the contact of her girlfriend. she slightly moves upwards, hovering above you slightly, looking at you full of adoration.

“can i kiss you, baby?” you smile at her and nod, she smiles before moving down to place a kiss on your lips, progressing quickly into a more passionate one. she runs her hands up the sides of your waist while you cup her face. after a short while, she pulls away breathless. she places three quick pecks on your lips before breaking out into giggles.

“you’re so pretty, i like you” she nuzzles your nose with her own, you giggle at her actions. “i like you too, beautiful”

the rest of the week was perfect, both of you completely wrapped up into each other, physical intimacy at an all time high. when it came to another tearful goodbye, both of you promised that you would travel to each other. and for the next two years, you did just that.

-present day-

it was an important game for arsenal, this time, you had been talking to victoria about it, unaware that she had been planning exactly what you did for her two years prior, only this time, she was staying. permanently.

viv literally organised everything, absolutely living for the opportunity. victoria was sitting with viv and some of the acl club. she was wearing your jersey, she was honestly surprised you didn’t see her at all. you managed to score a goal, an absolute deja vu moment for victoria. victoria helped viv get down to the pitch, you were facing away from her. she crept up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist. you tense up, looking down at the familiar hands of your girlfriend. you rip the hands off you and turn around, squealing and jumping on the girl. wrapping your arms and legs around her, “my baby” she coos, holding onto your waist tightly.

you move your head to look at her, cupping her face in between her hands, “baby” you smile, running your thumbs over her cheeks. “what are you doing here?” you exclaim, not being able to wipe the smile on both of your faces. viv was literally crying in the corner watching you two, how did her plan work this well she thinks.

“came to live out the wag life” giving you a cheesy grin. she puts you down on the ground, keeping her arms around your waist and yours around her neck. you lean up to give her a sweet kiss on her lips. “how long are you here for?” slightly pouting at the thought of parting from your girlfriend again. she smiles so brightly, it slightly threw you off.

“i’m staying baby” laughing at how wide your eyes got, “pelova, if this is a prank, i’ll kill you” you joke, “baby, i’m not joking, i’ve signed with arsenal, all my stuff is at viv’s” you start to tear up, tackling the girl to the ground, hugging her so tightly. everyone knew of your relationship, seeing your love in person was so sweet to see.

“i love you” you say, looking straight into her eyes,

“i love you too, duifje (dove)”

later that day, you took her to the same park where you both felt feelings for each other. unfortunately, it wasn’t snowing, that didn’t stop you from making snow angels in the grass. victoria moved into your apartment, both of you completely happy and in love. everyone say thank you vivianne miedema!

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victoriapelova: no snow but we did try to make snow angels, love this girl, here to stay 🤍 @/yourname

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yourname: love you! we can make snow angels next time, also do the dishes

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[piosplayhouse]

I don't know if you'll answer but I need to know the lore behind sexy times with Wangxian, like is it a fanfic? why do people hate the author??

It was the longest mdzs fic posted during its time in 2021 and gained extreme notoriety for its absurdly long tag list, frequent update schedule that consistently forced anyone scrolling any of its tags to see it at the top of their page, and escalating poor, racist, and trolling authorial behavior that ultimately culminated in the author virtual1979 being suspended from ao3 for a month because she posting an author's note saying she hoped that all her haters would contract covid and die. She deleted the fic from ao3 a little while after this happened, ig bc she wasn't getting enough attention anymore, but allegedly the thing's still up on dreamwidth under strict friendslock. The fan lore article goes pretty in depth about it:

The best summary for why it pissed people off so much is really just showing you these screenshots of what the fic looked like towards the end of its life on desktop and mobile (be warned opening the full image):

From my personal experience:

from 2019 up until around 2021 the fic really was just a normal-ish, if very strangely written and kinky, wangxian porn fic about them basically just fucking around post canon and enjoying day to day life. It updated pretty frequently and had a fair amount of tags because the author was literally just tagging anything that she wrote. But like the first few hundred, maybe even a thousand tags were pretty accurate to what the fic was because of that, and were relatively manageable for the first few years that it didn't pick up any attention really.

At some point in 2021 when cql was really starting to blow up online and the tag count was starting to pile up to the point of annoyance, the fic started receiving some comments that were just like "hey can you try to cut down on tags, I don't think it's necessary to be so specific as to tag 'Korean food' or 'eggs' or whatnot". The author did not share this idea, evidently, and instead built a grudge against commenters who would tell her to delete tags, subsequently adding more and more as time went on.

As the tag count and updates increased, the content of the fic did too-- it got a lot, lot weirder. I'm sure someone's saved it all somewhere but for reference it spun out into what I can only describe as like if Rick and Morty's plot was cut to be just the parts of the show with underage/incest plotlines with All Tomorrows level sex dystopian world building exclusively to elicit the most visceral audience reaction possible. Around this time is when more people started to notice the fic and its escalating tag issues, leading them to leaving more comments complaining about it, leading to the attention seeking author spitefully adding more tags. Around this time is when she also started adding fake tags that didn't apply to the story whatsoever (sorry to disappoint, "talking vagina" was one of those. I did check) just to boost the count, take up more space on people's screens, and bait people into commenting hate for attention.

By this time, it had become a fandom-wide annoyance as she had begun to tag entirely unrelated ships, therefore putting the near-daily updating titanic of a fic at the top of any mdzs-related tag. People were outraged about this, and calls came for ao3 to step in. Ao3 waffled around for a bit as there was no official rule at the time that imposed a tag limit, so there wasn't established ground to ban virtual1979 (who btw many people suspected of being 40 whole years old due to the username and allegedly some other internet sleuthing on Facebook or something). Meanwhile, she began to tag other fandoms-- tgcf, svsss, BTS, basically anything that would get a lot of attention and draw hate with the advent of The Monstrosity suddenly drowning out all other recently updated fics of the targeted fandoms.

People had been trying to retaliate without ao3 action, though, by coding their own themes/skins that would allow someone to block a user or work and other fic writers made their own parody, the "bland times with wangxian" collection, which were minimally tagged sfw shortfics typically featuring wangxian just doing laundry or things like that. A good amount of them were actually like just fics where wwx would explain to lwj how to install custom ao3 themes and block fics that were taking up too much space on his screen. Imo it was pretty funny, but these also sparked some controversy as people disagreed with fighting annoyance with more annoyance to people trying to find content.

Either shortly before or after ao3 staff said they'd step in due to an insane amount of reports and backlash, I forgot which atp, virtual1979 began perhaps the worst tagging spree of the fic's life by changing the title, many of the tags, and the summary to a slew of racial slurs, sexually explicit imagery, and other generally offensive statements. I'm pretty sure this came after the fic was temporarily hidden once, as this update gained considerably less attention than the rest of the tagging saga, but people were still rightfully pissed about it. Ultimately, like I mentioned before, the author was then suspended for a month for wishing covid and death on her haters, and attention seemed to die down during this time to the point where she didn't really fight much more when her suspension ended and deleted her account and the work shortly after. Again she seems to have moved to dreamwidth, but most have forgotten her and I'm not sure if her presence is public at all on there. But that's the story of the worst mdzs fic ever written

[homosexualbehaviors]

Do you think there's a real chance for Wenclair to be canon?

Hello, anon. Thank you, for your question! I would like to apologize for taking so long to answer. I have had Covid and am just now getting over it. Anyhow, I hope you find my answer adequate ^^

I truly believe there is a 50/50 chance of them happening BECAUSE they are so popular.

Wenclair has pretty heavily consumed the 'Wednesday' fandom. From fanart to fics to literally everything, majority of content related to 'Wednesday' is Wenclair.

In my opinion, there is a fighting chance for us Wenclair shippers because we dominate.

Though, I pray it is not simply fan-service if they become canon.

If 'Wednesday' were a Thai drama I would say there is a 100% chance considering the amount they play into queer fan-service but because this is a show from the US and people are homophobic little assholes, I'm not sure if it will happen.

In addition, Tim has never made a character queer. He has never created one or made an existing one queer, so there's that.

Despite the possibility of it not happening, you cannot deny the chemistry and connection between Wenclair. I personally wasn't heavy into shipping before I watched Wednesday and now, I would die for this ship. They had connection in every scene. Enid ran into the woods to save her -not knowing she would wolf out! She basically said 'I'm gonna save your life or die trying'. Did y'all see Xaiver running into those woods??? Didn't think so! AND the one she was 'falling for' was the one trying to kill her! Plus Enid could have gone running into her BOYFRIENDS arms after almost dying and wolfing out for the first time but no. She goes running into the arms of her roommate. (Yes I'm aware it is deeper than that) All I'm saying is, even WITHOUT the almost dying for each other stuff, they have had a connection since the beginning.

I also hope, IF Wenclair DOESN'T happen, they simply make Wednesday aroace/ don't put her in a relationship. (Which may be hypocritical of me, but -to me- I could never see her swooning over a man. Watching the Tyler scenes just felt so abnormal.)

(To me though, Wedns is queer and I still believe is on the ace spec (I HC her as Demi). Enid as well and I whole heartedly believe E is comphet and/ or simply pan. But I don't see Ajax as a good fit for her. He just seems too distant/ out of touch. Like he's not fully there in the relationship and I think Enid would need someone who is all in and there for her. She's had enough of being pushed to the side and coming second from her own family.)

Apologies, I got carried away haha.

Anyhow. thank you for your question, anon! I enjoyed answering! Please fear not to ask more, folks🖤

[fuck-you-upmusicbracket]

Everything's Alright (To the Moon)

When this world is no more/The moon is all we'll see/I'll ask you to fly away with me/Until the stars all fall down/They empty from the sky/But I don't mind/If youre with me/Then everything's alright

"Its a mix of watching a playthrough of that game at a time in my life when the message was enough to fuck me up completely and its the piano and the soft music and the hopeful tone and like. A lot of songs feel like falling in love but this song feels like when youre already in love. does that make sense. laura shigihara owes me for emotional damages over this song"

Numb Little Bug (Em Beihold)

Do you ever get a little bit tired of life/Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die/Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive/'Cause you gotta survive/Like your body's in the room but you're not really there/Like you have empathy inside but you don't really care/Like you're fresh outta love but it's been in the air

"I got into a really bad slump during and after covid lockdown(s) and it hasnt really fully passed yet tbh. I found this song in 2022 and it was just 100% what i was feeling? I felt it. It used to fuck me up bc i read myself in the lyrics, now it fucks me up thinking i got like that and realizing its gotten a bit better at least. Weird. But yeah thats it"

Everything's Alright submitted by @rarewubboxsblog