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“Fancy meeting you here,” Adalina smirked as she hefted up her bag of groceries. She had been back to work for a couple of weeks now and it was good being back to her schedule and not having endless hours to herself to find some way to entertain herself whilst not letting herself get in her own head. She put on a brave face; it was a lot of cuts but anything to threaten her life but it reminded her so much of the last time she was admitted to the hospital. The painful memories of Dallas resurfaces and she didn’t have work to throw herself into or her car so she could just drive and lose herself in the music and the road. So she was bad at work with smilies on her face. “You are the cherry on top of an already amazing day.”

@not-a-saint-lawrence

#xx;threads #xx;oliver #HOPE THIS IS OKAY?!?! :)

“I could marry you right now,” Laurel grinned as her eyes targeted in on the bag of food in Josette’s hands. “Except I don’t really believe in marriage- but the smell of that non hospital food is making me reconsider all my previous thoughts on marriage and the wedding industry.” Laurel was reaching her point of no return; she was ready to snap as her days in the hospital continued to wrack up but she hoped she’d be out by the start of the next week. The food and company though was setting her back. “Oh hello, Josette.”

@josette-mastro

#hope this is okay!! :)#xx;threads #xx;josette

“I brought food. A lot of food,” Levi grinned once the door opened. In both of his hands there were bags filled full of different food options. He had picked up a little bit of everything when he had stopped to get food for the pair; he had never been that picky of a eater and wanted to ensure there were plenty of options. “And some scotch. Much needed after that-” Levi trailed off. The Vale didn’t have to explicitly mention New Year’s Eve for her to know that was what he was talking about. It affected everyone to some degree, some more than others and he was finally feeling more like himself and his injuries weren’t even that compared to many others. “I thought something stronger than wine was necessary but feel free to save it for another day.”

@corrxna

#xx;threads #xx;corina #SURPRISE

“Would you be terribly upset if I confessed that I didn’t know the origins of your costume?” Collins jokingly questioned, though he truly didn’t. Keeping up to date on music, movies, and tv shows had never been his top priority so any references to recent pop culture would go over the vampire’s head. He suffered in his grief and sorrow whilst making time for new books and his many favorites when he did want to do something with his free time. “I’ve see plenty of clowns and Superheroes or at least comic book characters.”

@who-killed-rayn-cooper

#xx;O K T O B E R F E S T #xx;event threads #xx;threads #xx;rayn

“So I’m here to sell my soul for one of those shirts you promised me,” Nova drawled as she crossed her arms, eyeing the gym owner she had met all those weeks ago. “I’m looking to beat out my pent up aggression in a healthy way- think you can help me, Oliver?” @not-a-saint-lawrence

#xx;threads #xx;oliver #HOPE THIS IS GOOD!! :D

📲 Old Man

Elsa: What do I say? A condom bouquet was original, unexpected, and so incredibly useful.

Elsa: Also I met ice cream boy, your little brother, and he told me something very interesting....

Elsa: my feminine charm would get me a free ice cream cone from you.

#xx;threads #xx;dan

“Hello,” Laurel called out as she knocked against the doorframe of the hospital room. It was a bit of a quiet knock but Laurel had a plethora of broken bones and injuries that resulted in her stay in the hospital. “Heard we were sharing a wall and thought I’d stop by.” Laurel had no clue if her half brother wanted to see her but she passed out at some point but before doing so she remember Derek helping her. She wanted to thank him for what he did when it was obvious he too was in pain.

@derek-calloway

#xx;threads #xx;derek #tw: injury

Laurel was done trying to be nice (though many would quietly argue if she had ever tried to be nice). She had been here for more than a year; celebrated a birthday in the city, sent unanswered letters, and had some awkward and rather tense interactions with both her half siblings and the man married to her biological mother. The term mother often floated around in her head and in conversations but it was kind to use that term to someone who had done nothing more than give birth to her and send a necklace. That was it. No other contact and seemingly no desire to reach out to the daughter she didn’t know but of course Laurel didn’t know who she was till her father’s death so there was nothing Laurel could do till then. Even with that information, Laurel sat with it and tried to figure out what she wanted. She had been fine for more than twenty three years without her so why try to form a connection or bond with someone who didn’t want her? But on the other hand, the winning hand, there were so many unanswered questions that Laurel needed answers for and there was no on else with the answers besides her mother. So Laurel moved out to New York and tried to figure out the best way to reach out to her mother; letters were the best method because they didn’t seem as jarring as suddenly appearing at places they could run into one another or just coming to their home unannounced. No replies or contact ever grew out of those letters but it seemed like Clayton and Derek knew enough about them to throw them back at her when they wanted.

Laurel was fed up. She wanted her answers and she was done waiting for some written invitation. She had a right to know about her life and the circumstances of how it came to be so she was doing things her way and taking no prisoners anymore. The family she nannied for happened to live near one of the various charities Joanna was a part of so she’d give it an hour after work to see if Joanna happened to arrive or depart the building.

Laurel stood with her arms crossed as she waited, promising herself that she wouldn’t stay for more than two hours as the minutes passed on. But a familiar figure started to come into focus as the building’s door opened. Familiar only in the way that she had seen pictures online, on the television, and somewhat in her own mirror. There were some alarming similarities which bother angered Laurel and answered a question of who she looked more like between her parents.

“Oh hello...mother.”