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If the Van der Linde Gang lived in Modern Times (Modern Au)

Life gives you funny ideas...and I'm going to write them down

Arthur

Would live on a ranch in Montana or Wyoming as a rancher

Offers services like trail rides, lessons, and boarding

Has a herd of cattle

Spends every Sunday watching Rodeos on TV

Watches while sitting in his favorite worn-out armchair

Always has a cold beer and a snack or his dinner while watching

Has a pickup truck that's a bit filthy on the inside. Addresses his car as a "she."

Treats it like a horse: calls it a "good gurl."

Has a mounted Trout and some taxidermy on the walls

The Wifi at the ranch is spotty..doesnt understand why guests need it when they're surrounded by nature

Network Name: MorganRanch Password: Ynnel123

Tried to fix the router once but not exactly tech savvy. Ended up punching it

Texts Albert Mason sometimes

Dutch

Definitely lives in a city either Los Angeles or New York City

Lives in a Snazzy Penthouse in the clouds with a skyline

Works as a motivational speaker

Wears a lot of bling

Has a bar in at his place

Molly always tries to find a way in

Calls Hosea a lot

Has a weird fetish for black, red and white furniture.

Still loves reading books by Evelyn Miller despite that the writer is a nobody living in Idaho

John, Abigail & Jack

They probably live out west on a farm (very much like Beechers Hope)

John works on the ranch and also has side multiple side jobs (thanks to Abigail)

Jack spends his time in the school library

Abigail is obsessed with this one bakery

Molly

Lives in whatever city Dutch lives in

Tries to make herself at home in the penthouse

Famous on social media for her makeup tutorials

The neighbors can usually hear Molly & Dutch fighting

Dutch: "Not now Miss O'shea" Molly: "Pig!"

Bill

Lives somewhere in the Midwest

Works as a truck driver for Walmart

spends a lot of his life on the road

Has a bit of road rage

likes rest stops

when he's not working, he is a part of a biker gang

has a tattoo sleeve and wears a white wife beater

one of those bikers that wears a bandana with the American flag on it

Marybeth

Probably lives in a quaint town on the east coast

Works in a bookstore during the day and is a freelance writer in her free time

Lives in a cute townhouse with a small garden in the front full of flowers.

Her house is cozy

has a seating area with big windows that look out over the street

spends her time writing and reading there

likes to sit at cafes and drink coffee

Lenny

Is a full-time university student by day and bartender by night

Lives in Chicago or Atlanta

Probably double majoring in Business and literature (if that combination even exists)

Lives his single life to the fullest

Mostly an A student who goes full ham on the weekends when partying

Micah

Lives in Las Vegas

Sells illegal drugs

Has no money because he gambled too much

Stays in different hotels

Owns a pawn shop

Everything for sale there was smuggled across the border

Has dealings with the cartels & other shady characters

Hosea

Lives a quiet life out west

Goes to his lake house on the weekends to go fly fishing

Reads a lot of books

Also likes to go hunting

Is a part time English teacher who teaches children to read

Talks to Dutch by phone

Sometimes visits Arthur and stays at his Ranch

Uncle

Lives in a trailer park in Florida where the weather is always warm and the cold won't bother his illness

Sits on a folding chair outside his mobile home

Plays the Banjo

Drinks a beer

Is a complete mess inside

Doesn't own much furniture

Can't work because of the Lumbago

Sweats a lot

Naps and snores too loud

Lives next to a swamp

Javier

Lives in Arizona

Lives in the desert

Grows cactuses

Owns a Music shop

Travels around playing at local bars

Works part time as a music teacher at the local high school

Has a YouTube where he shows off his music

Sadie

Probably lives in a city like Dallas or Denver

Works as a cop

Likes to catch people for speeding and sits on the side of the highway

eats Chick-fil-A while waiting

Watches Dateline

Carries a Taser

Always looks sexy in her uniform

Charles

Definitely lives in a cabin out west

works as a conservationist

Likes National Parks

Goes fishing with Arthur

supports and donates to the Bison Sanctuary (if one even exists)

Likes Camping

Trelawny

Lives a wealthy life in Charleston, South Carolina

Lives in a large southern mansion

Wears a robe to sleep

Has a whole walk-in closet full of clothes and accessories

Has a sauna in the basement where he relaxes

Owns a bunch of fancy cars: He loves his Bentley

Reverend Swanson

Probably lives in Philadelphia

Still works part-time at the church

Mostly spends his time helping people with addictions

Hosts an AA meeting three times a week

Rescues crackheads from the street

Mostly sober

Wrote a memoir on his journey to recovery

Sean

Lives in Boston

Likes the university/young people vibe

works at a pub

Everyone's favorite Bartender

Makes customers laugh

goes back to Ireland once a year

Takes Karen with him sometimes

Karen

Lives in Portland, Oregon

Works at a bar as a bartender and a stripper

Good Pole Dancer

Her large tits are popular amongst the men

Puts on shows in the evening

Talks to Sean a lot

Gets Hammered

Strauss

Works in Finance in New York City

Is a Workaholic

Has no friends

Goes back to Austria every few years

Boring to talk to

Always on a work call

Listens to Classical Music

Tilly

Lives in Nashville, Tennessee

Visits Marybeth a lot

Wants to be a Nurse

Likes taking care of people

Wants to travel around the world

Pearson

Lives somewhere in New England

Owns a restaurant and catering business

The restaurant is interestingly enough called "Pearsons"

Probably has a wife and some kids

Loves Maine Lobster one of those people that wears a bib when eating it because he's messy

Is a good Butcher

Susan Grimshaw

Lives in Florida

Is a housekeeper

Cleans uncles' mobile home once a week

Tries to control Tilly and Marybeth from miles away

disgruntled

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msklassickilla · 2 days ago

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Delirious | J. Uso|R. Reigns Thirteen

Summary: When Titania buys an old typewriter from a closing thrift store, she thinks it’s just a vintage gem—until the words she types start coming true. However, the typewriter doesn’t just bring fantasies to life—it twists them. Giving Titania way more than she bargained for.

Pairing: Titania Marshall (Black OC) x Jey Uso x Roman Reigns

Author’s Note: This story is another AU thing. So, it might align, or it might not. I will try my best to keep it current enough. Nonetheless, it’s mash up of a few things: That one episode of Goosebumps. That one episode of the Twilight Zone. And that movie by the same title, Delirious featuring John Candy. I’ma make it work. Plus, I like mystical spooky shit with a bit of Jerry Springer type mess.

Warning(s): Minor foul/harsh language.

Disclaimer: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story (if any). All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.

Thirteen

The final days in her old home blurred together, a mess of taped-up boxes, empty walls, and half-hearted goodbyes to a space she had once cherished. Titania moved through it all like a spectator, watching her life fold itself into neat compartments.

Jey had been gone for most of it, back on the road doing what he did best. Titania tried not to mind, reminding herself that she was dating Main Event Jey Uso. The fans adored him. He had become the heartbeat of WWE’s biggest storylines. This was what she signed up for. She just had to get used to sharing him.

Still, it was hard not to feel alone. The night before the move, she found herself lingering in the spare room. Everything had been cleared out except one thing. The typewriter sat on the floor, untouched. Silent.

Titania leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, staring at the machine like it might spring to life at any moment. It hadn’t written anything in days. No messages. No threats. Nothing.

She should have felt relief. Instead, a strange bitterness curled in her chest. She wanted no part of whatever this thing was anymore. Maybe she’d just leave it behind. Leave a note for the next tenant to burn it, smash it, send it back to whatever hell it had crawled out of.

The decision was made. It was staying. Titania turned on her heel and shut the door one last time. The next morning came fast. The house was stripped bare, nothing left but echoes of a past she was ready to abandon.

She had originally planned to drive down to Florida, but Jey had been against it.

“You not about to be on the road that long by yourself,” he had said, voice firm in a way that left no room for argument.

Titania had made the drive to Atlanta plenty of times to visit her family, but to keep the peace, she booked a flight. The airport was uneventful, the flight went smoothly. She spent most of it catching up on work, letting herself slip into the comforting monotony of emails and deadlines. But it wasn’t until the plane landed that reality finally hit her.

Florida was home now.

Titania wove through the crowd toward baggage claim, her stomach twisting with nerves. She spotted a driver near the carousel, holding a tablet with her name on it. Jey had mentioned getting her a car service, but actually seeing it made the moment feel more permanent.

Titania approached him, exchanging pleasantries while waiting for her luggage. The man was older, polite, easy to talk to. When her bags arrived, he loaded them into the sleek black SUV, and they set off.

The drive was quiet. Titania watched the palm trees blur past, the neon-lit city fading into winding streets lined with luxury homes. She had been to Florida plenty of times—Spring Break with Mia, girls' trips with Tamya. But living here? That was different.

Her nerves tightened the closer they got. Not just because of the move, but because she still had no idea what games were waiting for her.

The SUV rolled to a stop, and Titania’s breath hitched. The house was perfect. Just like the pictures. Tucked away in an upscale enclave, private but not isolated. The front yard was manicured to perfection, the driveway clean and wide. The house itself was stunning— modern but warm, with tall windows and a stone pathway leading up to the entrance.

Titania barely heard the driver ask if she needed help with her bags. She quickly assured him she had it, handing him a tip before he drove off.

For a moment, she just stood there.

This was hers. Titania and Jey Uso’s home.

She smiled as she fished out the key, walking up the stone path, her heart pounding. She took a deep breath and stepped inside. The house greeted her with silence. Sunlight filtered through the massive windows, casting golden streaks across the polished floors. The space was bright, open, and eerily pristine. Like it had been waiting for her.

Titania exhaled slowly, stepping further in. Everything she had ever wanted in a home was right here. A fruit basket sat on the kitchen counter, nestled next to two champagne glasses and a bottle of Dom Pérignon.

Titania’s lips quirked up. The realtor must have left it as a welcome gift.

A nice touch.

She plucked a grape from the basket, popping it into her mouth before reaching for the champagne. If Jey had been here, they would have celebrated together. But things had changed.

Titania popped the bottle open, watching the bubbles fizz up before pouring herself a glass. She swirled the liquid, letting the weight of the moment settle in.

This was it. This was home. She raised the glass in a toast, speaking into the empty space.

“To new beginnings,” she murmured. “To living in the moment. To loving the story the way, it is.”

She took a slow sip, letting the crisp champagne linger on her tongue. For the first time in weeks, hope settled in her chest.

Titania smiled to herself.

The past was being left behind. And she wasn’t looking back.

----

Titania woke up early, blinking against the soft morning light filtering through the bare bedroom windows. The air smelled faintly of fresh paint and new beginnings. She stretched, rolling her stiff shoulders as she adjusted on the makeshift pallet she had created for herself on the floor.

The moving pod wouldn’t arrive until later, so she was living out of her suitcase for now. Jey was still gone, off handling work obligations, but she didn’t mind. They had stayed on the phone for hours last night, his voice filling the empty spaces of the house as she walked from room to room, showing him everything over FaceTime.

She had been giddy, telling him about all the ideas she had for decorating.

"Do whatever, baby. Price don’t matter," Jey had said, his voice warm with affection.

Titania had smiled, liking the way that sounded.

She rolled onto her side, checking her phone. It was just after seven, too early for deliveries, but her stomach was already protesting the lack of food. She ordered breakfast through UberEATS, knowing there wasn’t a single dish or pot in the house yet.

While waiting, she pulled on a hoodie and stepped outside onto the patio. The pool shimmered under the rising sun, the water still and inviting. She took a deep breath, letting the humid Florida air settle in her lungs. It felt different here. Quieter. Maybe this could really be home.

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Later that morning, the doorbell rang, and Titania found the realtor on the porch, holding out a small envelope.

"Here are the extra keys," the woman said, smiling. "Figured I’d drop them off in person, see how you were settling in."

Titania thanked her, stepping aside to let her in. The realtor was an older woman with kind eyes and an easy demeanor. She lingered, chatting about the neighborhood, how it was private but safe, how the community looked out for each other.

"It’s the perfect place for a fresh start," she said with a knowing smile.

Titania nodded, though the words felt strange. The visit was brief, and once the realtor left, Titania called her parents while lounging by the pool. She had been putting it off, knowing they would have plenty to say about her moving in with Jey.

Her mother was thrilled, asking a million questions, while her father was more direct.

"So, when you and Jey settle in, we’ll come stay for a few days," he said matter-of-factly.

Titania hesitated. She knew exactly what that meant. Her father, Gary, had spent years ranking up to become a Sergeant in the US Army, and he had questions. Not the casual kind— the grilling kind.

"You don’t have to do all that, Daddy," Titania said carefully.

Her father scoffed. "Damn right, I do. I gotta see what type of man my daughter done moved across the country for."

Titania sighed, knowing there was no point in arguing. They were coming. It was just a matter of when.

----

By early afternoon, the moving pod arrived, followed by the team of movers Jey had hired. The house became a maze of boxes, the sounds of heavy footsteps and shifting furniture filling every room. Titania tried to stay on top of things, directing where things should go, but it quickly became overwhelming.

She was usually good at organizing, but this was different. It was too much all at once. And the occasional texts from random numbers weren’t helping.

Roman was still blocked, but he still found ways to get his point across. The messages were relentless. At first, they were simple—comments, subtle reminders that she wasn’t done with him yet. But the most recent one was different.

It was a warning.

You can ignore me all you want. But I know you. I know you remember.

Titania’s chest tightened. She didn’t remember. Had no clue what he was talking about, didn’t want to know either. Her thumb hovered over the screen for a moment before she exhaled sharply and deleted the message, blocking the number just like the others.

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By the time the movers were done, the sun was dipping below the horizon, casting golden light through the massive windows. Titania stood in the middle of the living room, surrounded by unopened boxes. They had decided to get all new furniture, which meant she’d be spending most of tomorrow shopping. For now, the house was still mostly empty, but it was theirs.

She stretched out on the plush carpet, staring up at the ceiling. She had done it. She had made the move. She had started over. Her body ached with exhaustion, but her mind was quiet for the first time in a while.

Maybe things would be better from here on out.

Maybe she could really be happy.

Her eyes fluttered shut, and within minutes, she drifted off, lost in dreams of a future that felt just within reach.

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Titania spent the morning working through the mountain of boxes scattered across the house. She went from room to room, unpacking piece by piece, turning this house into a home.

The last space left was her new office— a tucked-away room at the very end of the upstairs hallway. It was spacious, with high ceilings and a large window that let in just enough sunlight. She had plans to make this her sanctuary—a place where she could write, work, and have something that was just hers.

She sliced open boxes, pulling out stacks of books, office supplies, framed photos, and small décor pieces. Everything was exactly as she remembered packing it. Until she reached a smaller box.

Titania frowned.

It was plain, unmarked.

She didn’t remember this one.

A strange chill crept up her arms as she grabbed the box cutter, slicing through the tape with careful precision. The flaps folded open, revealing something tightly wrapped in bubble wrap.

Her stomach dropped. Titania froze.

She reached forward hesitantly, peeling the wrapping away piece by piece. And then, she saw it.

The typewriter.

A strangled gasp got caught in her throat. Her chest locked up, a silent scream rattling inside her. Titania pushed away from the box so fast that the carpet burned against her bare skin. Her heart pounded erratically, her breaths coming too shallow, too quick.

No. No. No.

She had left it behind. In Virginia. Hadn’t she?

Titania shook her head, hands gripping her scalp as a wave of nausea curled in her stomach.

She had made sure of it. Right?

A deep, overwhelming dread settled over her. What the fuck was this thing?

How?

Titania scrambled to her feet, stumbling toward the door. Her skin felt tight, suffocating. She needed air— needed to get away from that thing before it could do whatever it did. She bolted down the hallway, taking the stairs faster than she should have, her socked feet nearly slipping on the polished wood. When she reached the kitchen, she grabbed onto the counter, forcing herself to breathe.

Her phone rang.

Titania nearly jumped out of her skin. She fumbled to grab it from the counter, seeing Jey’s name flash across the screen. He was FaceTiming her. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to calm down. Her hands still shook, so she balled them into fists before tapping the screen to answer.

Jey’s bright smile greeted her, bringing a sliver of warmth through the chaos rattling inside her.

"Yo, Tee," he greeted, his voice smooth, easy. The sound of weights clanking in the background told her he was in the gym.

Titania tried to mirror his warmth, but her voice betrayed her.

Jey’s smile faltered. His brow furrowed; eyes instantly sharp with concern.

"Aye, what’s wrong?"

Titania plastered on a smile, shaking her head. "Nothing. Just… the move is kicking my ass."

Jey studied her for a long moment, then sighed, rubbing a towel over his face. "Man, I feel bad I ain't there to help, baby. I shoulda took more time off."

"You had to work," Titania said quickly. "I got it handled."

Jey still didn’t seem convinced. "I got a few days off coming up. We’ll finish everything together, alright?"

Titania nodded, feeling a bit lighter. Jey always knew how to recenter her, how to make things feel stable. They talked for a little longer before Jey had to get back to training. When they hung up, Titania still felt the weight of what was waiting for her upstairs.

She needed to get out of here. In no shape, form, or fashion was she ready to deal with that thing.

Furniture shopping. That was the perfect excuse.

Titania threw on a pair of denim shorts, a baby tee, and strappy sandals, letting the warm May air kiss her skin as she stepped outside. The idea of exploring her new city felt like freedom. She spent hours drifting from store to store, eyeing modern sofas, intricate chandeliers, and statement pieces that spoke to the life she envisioned with Jey.

Then, she found it—a luxury furniture store tucked between designer boutiques. The moment she stepped inside, Titania felt her heart swell. Everything screamed money. Plush carpets, well-crafted bedroom sets, sleek glass tables that glistened under the showroom lights. The scent of expensive leather and polished wood filled the space.

An associate approached, all smiles and a well-rehearsed pitch. But Titania was already sold. She was in love. She walked through the store, running her fingers over velvet cushions, eyeing unique floor lamps, picturing how every detail would transform her home.

She texted Jey about her finds, sending photos of outrageously priced sectionals and gold-accented bar stools.

Jey’s response came quick.

Get whatever you want, baby. Ain’t no budget.

Titania shimmed in delight. This was exactly the life she imagined with a man like him. By the time she finalized everything and set a delivery date for two days out, her mood had completely shifted.

This was her fresh start. Her dream life was unfolding right in front of her. On the way home, she made a quick grocery store stop, picking up essentials to hold her over until she did a full haul.

Even then, she wasn’t in a rush to get back. The house would be waiting. So would the thing upstairs.

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Titania was exhausted by the time she finished unloading the car and putting everything away. Sweat clung to her skin, and her muscles ached from the constant lifting and bending. A shower was needed. The warm water soothed some of the tension, washing away the exhaustion of the day. She wrapped herself in a robe, tying it securely before heading back to the kitchen.

Two things happened at once.

Her phone vibrated on the counter, and the doorbell rang. Titania froze for a second, unsure of which to answer first. The doorbell won.

She padded toward the front door, glancing through the peephole. Nothing. The porch was empty, and the street was quiet. That was odd. Slowly, she unlocked the door and pulled it open, only to find a package sitting neatly on the welcome mat.

She and Jey had updated their addresses, but as far as she knew, neither of them had ordered anything. Stepping outside, she glanced around, scanning the neighborhood for any sign of a delivery driver, but there was no one. A strange chill passed through her as she picked up the box, heavier than she expected, and carried it inside.

Setting it down on the kitchen counter, she inspected the label. Her name was printed clearly on the front, but the sender’s address was listed as a P.O. Box. No business name. No return contact. Just the initials B.D.

Titania hesitated, her fingers tightening around the edges of the box. Against her better judgment, she grabbed a knife and carefully sliced through the tape.

Inside was a sleek black box, the words Venus Et Fleur etched across the top in elegant gold lettering. Titania’s breath hitched. She knew this brand—high-end eternity roses that lasted for years. Lifting the lid, she was met with a stunning bouquet of deep red roses, at least 150 of them, neatly arranged and perfectly preserved. The scent filled the kitchen, intoxicating and rich.

She smiled despite herself. She loved roses. Jey would bring them home sometimes, always grinning like he had just thought of it on a whim. Maybe these were from him, a surprise to welcome her home.

She reached for the small card nestled inside.

"You always loved roses. Congrats on the new house."

Titania’s smile faded.

It was him. Roman.

Her fingers tightened around the card. Jey must have given him the address, just like he had with Jimmy. He had no idea the problems he was causing with his big mouth. Roman had already been relentless before the move. Now, he was within driving distance.

Her phone buzzed again.

Titania grabbed it, flipping the screen over to check the message, and her entire body went rigid. Roman.

That didn’t make sense. She had blocked him. Over a week ago.

Her pulse quickened as she stared at the screen, trying to process what she was seeing.

Tee, at least say you got the damn flowers. The least you could do.

Titania’s stomach twisted. How? Her fingers trembled as she scrolled to her contacts, searching for his name. When she found it, her breath hitched. His number was unblocked.

That was impossible.

Her heart pounded. She knew for a fact she hadn’t done it. Her thumb hovered over the screen, hesitating, before her mind finally pieced it together. The typewriter.

Her jaw clenched as a wave of anger crashed over her. Of course.

Titania turned on her heel, her movements sharp as she stormed through the house and up the stairs. She didn’t hesitate this time. The door to the office was slightly ajar, and when she pushed it open, the sight nearly knocked the breath from her lungs.

It was sitting neatly on the desk.

Unwrapped.

Placed perfectly under the warm glow of the lamp.

Titania’s lips parted, her chest rising and falling unevenly. She had just unboxed and put that desk together this morning. The typewriter had been wrapped in bubble wrap, stuffed away, locked inside a box that shouldn’t have even been here.

And yet, there it was. Waiting. Watching.

Titania exhaled sharply, shaking her head. “What the fuck are you? You can pack yourself up and unwrap yourself too? I left you in Virginia for a reason. And now you’re here causing more chaos. You unblocked him? Why?”

Silence.

To anyone else, it would look like she was insane—a woman standing in an empty room, yelling at a piece of old machinery. But Titania wasn’t crazy. She knew what this thing was. Knew it was listening.

There was a quiet standoff between them. She leaned against the wall, arms folded tight, waiting for whatever came next. The keys didn’t clack. No paper shifted.

But words appeared anyway.

Titania hesitated before moving closer.

I’m a reflection of you. And I won’t be leaving as fate would have it. And oh, what fun is it if temptation is blocked? He’s inevitable. Don’t run.

Her throat tightened. This couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be her life.

Titania took a step back. She couldn’t do this. Not right now. A headache was forming. She reached for the lamp, flicking it off in one sharp movement, casting the typewriter in shadow. Then, she walked out. She didn’t slam the door, didn’t curse or scream. She just left.

At some point, she was going to have to accept her fate. But she damn sure wasn’t going down without a fight.

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Titania moved through the next two days as expected. She talked to Jey whenever he had a moment, kept up with Mia, and listened to Naomi’s excited plans for her visit. Her family checked in as well, her mother already pressing for dates when they could come down. She reassured them all, playing the role of a woman settling into her new home with ease. And for the most part, things felt normal—except for Roman.

She didn’t even try to block him. His number was locked into her phone like a permanent fixture, his texts slipping through no matter how much she ignored them. He still pushed, still sent his veiled threats and reminders of a past she refused to claim. But Titania had learned something in these last few weeks.

If Roman really wanted to tell Jey, he would have done it by now. That thought alone gave her the confidence to ignore him completely.

At noon, the furniture arrived. The movers worked swiftly, assembling each piece with practiced ease. By three o’clock, the house no longer felt hollow. Every bedroom had a bed now. The living room, dining room, and most of the movie room were furnished. Titania left the game room untouched, saving that for when she and Jey could set it up together.

She collapsed onto the plush brown suede sectional in the living room, her legs stretched across the cushions. The massive TV Jey had insisted on dominated the space above the fireplace mantle, playing some mindless cartoon, she wasn’t actually watching. Her attention was on her phone, scrolling through Pinterest for more home décor ideas. She was deep in a board dedicated to interior design when her screen suddenly switched.

Incoming FaceTime Call—Roman.

Titania groaned, rolling her eyes so hard it made her head hurt. He was persistent. She should have declined it, should have kept ignoring him, but something in her itched to see what he would say this time. Maybe she wanted to piss him off, to throw his attitude back in his face for once.

She answered, holding the phone at arm’s length as if distance could lessen his presence.

Roman’s face filled the screen. His dark hair was pulled into a loose bun, sweat glistening on his forehead. She could hear the faint clanking of weights behind him. He was at the gym.

Titania smirked, deciding to be petty. “In a gym, huh? Must be preparing to actually show up to work soon.” Her tone was smug, thick with sarcasm. Roman had been off TV for weeks—something he was notorious for doing whenever he felt like it.

The moment the words left her lips, his expression shifted.

Titania watched as his jaw clenched, his lips pressing into a thin line. His already sharp gaze narrowed. He was mad, but she didn’t care. He had spent weeks pushing her, testing her. Now, she would return the favor.

"Tread lightly, sweetheart,” Roman warned, his voice gruff, deep, carrying something dangerous underneath. “You don’t wanna test me. I’ll make you pay for it.”

Titania didn’t know what had gotten into her, but she couldn’t stop herself. Why did it feel so good to poke at him? To talk to him like he wasn’t Roman Reigns, the most dominant force in wrestling, but just another man—one who had been harassing her for weeks?

“Test you? Like you’ve been testing me?” She tilted her head, feigning curiosity. “You’ve been threatening me daily, and you think I’m supposed to care about your feelings?” She let out a soft, mocking laugh. “Mmm… I think the fuck not.”

Roman was stunned. For a brief moment, he just stared at her, like he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. Then, his head dipped slightly, his glare turning sharper.

He shook his head once, like he was trying to rid himself of something. “Titania, don’t play with me. You remember how this would go. I—”

“I don’t remember anything,” she snapped, cutting him off. “That’s the point, Roman. I don’t know how things went between us because they never happened. I don’t care what you think you remember, but I’m telling you right now, I don’t want to know either.”

Roman’s expression darkened. His lips parted slightly, as if he was about to say something—something she might not have wanted to hear—but then he exhaled sharply. A slow, taunting smile stretched across his lips instead.

“You really wanna do this with me?” His voice was smooth now, calculated. His smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Okay, Tee. Okay.”

Titania smirked, claiming this as a win. “I gotta go,” she said breezily before ending the call.

Maybe now he’d get the message.

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She spent the next few hours flipping through channels, eating snacks, and playing games on her phone. At some point, sleep overtook her. She hadn’t realized she had dozed off until the sharp chime of the doorbell rang through the house.

Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dimly lit room. Oreo cookies scattered onto the couch as she sat up in confusion. Apparently she’d fallen asleep in the midst of eating Oreos off her stomach. A bad habit of hers.

But who the hell was at her door this late?

The doorbell rang again.

Titania frowned, swinging her legs off the couch and standing up. She made her way to the foyer, hesitating for a moment before peeking through the peephole. The porch lights cast long shadows, obscuring whoever was standing there. She cursed under her breath. The doorbell camera hadn’t been installed yet—Jey swore he could do it himself when got home. She was wary of that but agreed in support of him.

The bell rang again.

Titania's patience wore thin. “Who is it?” she called, still trying to see who it was through the peephole.

Silence.

And then the doorbell rang again—longer this time, like whoever was on the other side was holding it down on purpose.

Titania’s frustration flared. Letting her irritation guide her, she unlocked the door and yanked it open.

She regretted it instantly.

Her eyes traveled up—starting from the crisp Jordans on his feet, up black sweatpants that clung to strong legs, past a cotton white t-shirt stretched across his broad chest, and finally landing on his face.

Roman.

He stood in the doorway, towering over her, his presence thick, suffocating. His eyes were heavy-lidded, dark, holding something she couldn’t name. It made her stomach drop. Before Titania could even open her mouth, Roman moved.

A large, calloused hand came up, gripping the side of her neck firmly, possessively. Titania let out a startled breath as he pressed forward, forcing her backward into the house. The door shut behind him with a quiet click.

Trouble had arrived...

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A freeway interchange as "urban renewal" in Atlanta

by Darin GIvens | Dec 9, 2024

This area, immediately south of Downtown Atlanta, is bounded on the north by Memorial Drive, on the east by Fraser Street, on the south by Fulton Street, and on the west by Central Avenue.

First photo: 1949 (GSU Digital Collections)

Second photo, showing the same area: 2024 (Google Maps)

This is part of the area dubbed Washington-Rawson during the post-WW2 Urban Renewal period. It wasn't the name of a distinct, existing neighborhood -- it was a name for a project that defined the blocks to be demolished for new development. The original plan appears to have been to displace the current population and build a place for wealthier (and whiter) residents. probably to compete with suburban flight.

It was, of course, a horrible plan that erased neighborhood fabric and uprooted thousands of residents, hitting immigrant and Black communities the hardest. The fact that it didn't actually turn out as hoped is small comfort. What did get built instead was a giant I-75/85/20 interchange, cutting off communities from each other and from walkable access to many destinations.

The following are passages from Daniel Judt's “Limitations of the Past: Atlanta’s Stadium and Atlanta’s Image, 1960-2015.” Yale Historical Review (Spring 2015)

"While the press and the Hartsfield administration maintained that clearing Washington-Rawson would get rid of one of the city’s worst slums, some saw the area as merely lower-middle class. Washington-Rawson was not a single neighborhood, but an intersection of two streets within the parameters of the urban renewal project. (Renewal projects were often named after streets.) The project pulled from parts of three neighborhoods: Summerhill, Mechanicsville, and Peoplestown" "[Mayor Ivan] Allen thought there would certainly be interest in developing an upper-middle class residential community that could link to a modernized downtown. By 1959, much of the Washington-Rawson site had been leveled...Residents of Mechanicsville and Peoplestown, the two neighborhoods directly affected by the program, saw 3,261 living units dismantled; over 3,000 individuals and families were removed." "...His plan for an area flush with businesses had, by 1963, ground to a halt. Vast amounts of land had been cleared, but the city could not find private developers interested in buying up the area. The project had lost space due to the construction of the messy intersection of Interstates 20, 75, and 85. The intersection was supposed to give the greater Atlanta region easy access to the CBD, but instead awkwardly cut off the remaining urban renewal land from the shopping district. Citizens in their cars would likely head straight home rather than traipse into downtown."

We can't entirely undo the bad plans of the past, but we can use better intentions to mitigate their impact and create good urbanism in every possible space. The few pedestrian passages that do exist near this interchange should be excellent environments for walking, and cycling (they currently are not).

Each neighborhood affected by this gulf of asphalt should be given every bit of public help available to be a complete urban space with its own shopping districts, parks, and affordable housing. Looking at the Mechanicsville neighborhood for instance (it lies immediately south of the area pictured above), one still sees a lot of empty land where buildings used to be. Looking at the neighborhood on the city’s GIS mapping tool, you can see the parcel divisions that used to be homes and more:

And Downtown, which became cut off from other parts of the city by the interstates, needs thousands of new residents to help it become a more self-sufficient place that relies less heavily on weekday commuters and events goers in order to achieve the level of vibrancy a downtown should have; and to take advantage of the high level of transit service and walkable streets here.

Making mistakes is something that all cities do at some point (though this kind of mistake is particularly egregious and worthy of scorn). Another thing cities do is make corrections -- we can do it by adding life to dead spaces and by redesigning the public realm of our streets, with an eye on equitable outcomes. It’s past time that we address the mistakes of Atlanta's Urban Renewal period in a comprehensive way that lifts up our neighborhoods above the detritus of car-centric, racist, and classist actions.

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If everyone got to escape the computer for one (1) day, what would everyone want to do with their time? Together, or individual?

Optional if you put Gordon in the game or keep him irl lol

I feel like that's a conversation that they would have together. Something hypothetical that comes up when they're just hanging out, you know? Maybe on a rainy day, where Gordon's not feeling up to any games, and they're all just chilling together in voice chat.

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"I think... I would want to have lunch."

Bubby snorted. "Lunch."

"Hey, it's achievable!" Gordon defended Tommy's choice. "I like it better than Benrey's plan to test if he can clip through my walls. But, uh. You do have lunch in there."

"But it's not your lunch," Tommy returned. "I don't have food from your-- from where you are! I want to see if it tastes different."

Gordon's eyebrows raised. "Huh. I never really thought about that."

"Now that's a fine idea!" Coomer lit up. "Gordon, isn't there a soda museum one state over from here? I think we could all make fine use of that, comparing flavors."

Tommy shook his head. "The World of Coca-Cola museum in Las Vegas was only open for a few years. We'd have to go all the way to... to the Atlanta one if we wanted to see the tasting room."

"Not that the trip from New Mexico to Nevada is a quick little jaunt," Gordon added. "If we only had a day to spend together, I'd hate to spend ten hours in the car."

Bubby huffed, crossing his arms. "Fine. I guess we'd have to rob a casino somewhere in this state instead."

"Oh, Atlanta's where they got the puppet museum, right?" Benrey joined in. "That's cool."

"If you want-- actually, y'know what? Air travel would be a new experience for at least a couple of you. We could take a plane to the east coast."

Bubby pointed to Coomer. "Good luck getting this one through the TSA. Metal detectors fear him."

The bionic boxer puffed up with pride, pleased with this description. "Now Gordon, I think there would be no better way to spend our time together than fistfighting airport security."

"Alright. So on our list, we've got: rob a casino, spend all of Gordon's money on cross-country plane tickets, get Gordon on the no-fly list, and potentially lose my security deposit," Gordon gave a dry review. "Anyone have any ideas that don't involve the neat getaway plan of going back into the computer? Because some of us don't have that option."

There was a moment of quiet thought.

"You know that scene with the mall from the movie with the sunglasses brothers? I think Bubby should--"

"Benrey, that is the opposite of what we should do."

"Come onnnn, it's not like anyone goes to malls anymore."

"...I've got something."

Darnold's voice was quiet, but it caught the attention of the group.

"Yeah?" Bubby prompted. "Alright, what've you got?"

"There's, um." Darnold hesitated. "I've looked into this before, actually. I've looked up the coordinates of the Black Mesa research facility... well, where it would have been, if it was real. Gordon, did you know it's only about an hour's drive away?"

Gordon blinked. "I did not. Figured it would be deeper into the desert."

"What's there now?" Tommy asked. "Is it, um, an old government site? For missile testing?"

"I bet it's a quirky and mysterious ghost town!" Coomer contributed. "Full of intrigue and quirky locals!"

Darnold shrugged. "Actually, it's... nothing. Not nothing nothing, Doctor Coomer. Just a lot of, y'know. Dirt. Plants. Bad cell service. And a nice view of the mountains."

There was no right way to respond to that information, really. Darnold seemed increasingly uncomfortable as their friends and companions couldn't find a reply.

After a minute, Tommy spoke.

"That sounds really nice," he said.

"Thanks."

"I know that's... I mean, I'm the one who said I wanted to eat lunch, but..."

"No, I agree," Coomer nodded. "I think I'd like that very much, Darnold."

"I wanna see it too," Benrey agreed. "S'like, closure or something. Bubby?"

The older scientist seemed to be lost in his own head. "I'm not sure," he admitted. "I'm not sure."

"...There's also a nicely reviewed winery on the way," Darnold added coyly. "I wouldn't mind checking that out, either."

Bubby gave a light smile. "Well, I wouldn't mind that. If Gordon didn't mind the gas money and all."

"Wouldn't mind a bit."

Might go a bit like that, I think! Oh and when they got back from standing in the desert and sampling wine, Gordon would take them to the coolest damn art installation in Santa Fe. They'd all love it.

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Part 2 of my "What if The Seeds Went On To Live Normal, Happy lives?" fic

By the time Joseph and Genevive got to Atlanta, Joseph was optimistic and equally nervous about this venture. It had been a long time since he had seen his little brother and they had so much to catch up on. He wanted nothing more than to embrace him just as he did the last day they were together, but his heart also stirred with anxiety. Was John just as excited and hopeful as Joseph was? Or would he be angry that Joseph couldn't keep their family together? Joseph and Jacob had always loved their little brother dearly and from the moment he was born, they had always been his protectors. But what kind of protector couldn't keep a sweet, innocent child from being torn from his family?

Joseph sighed to himself as he made his way up the long driveway, he could feel his palms getting sweatier with every foot he drove toward the large, imposing house. He parked his 1989 Ford Taurus outside, scooped up a sleeping Genevive, and walked towards the front door, admiring the impeccable brickwork of the house along the way. Joseph tried to gather himself, his heart racing in his ears. He rang the doorbell and his heart raced faster and faster until the solid oak door swung open and Joseph's heart rate finally slowed.

Joseph gazed at the man before him, hair slicked back, black jeans, a dark blue dress shirt, and a black vest. The man was impeccably dressed compared to Joseph's old stained t-shirt and faded blue jeans. He could hardly believe it was him, but there was no mistaking it, this was his baby brother, all grown up. Joseph opened his mouth to say hello but all that came out was tears when John put his arms around him, not saying a word. "I've missed you Joseph," he said, tears welling up in his eyes. "I've missed you too John" Joseph replied, giving his brother a firm hug. John welcomed him in and sat him down in the living room. They chatted for a long time, exchanging life stories.

John even got to hold Genevive for the first time and just melted on the inside. But as John gently rocked his niece, he asked Joseph about his wife. Joseph explained the car crash and her death, causing John to hold his hand as Joseph began to cry, his loss still weighing heavily on his heart. Joseph had spent his childhood being the loving guidance that John never had in any adult in his life, and now it was John's turn to be that same loving guidance towards his brother in his time of need. After getting him some tissues and rubbing his back, Joseph's tears dried.

After getting Joseph and Genevive settled in, the Seed brothers laid out their plan to find their oldest brother, Jacob. John had managed to find out some information about Jacob, such as his military service and his less-than-honorable discharge due to undisclosed mental health struggles. But after that, Jacob seemed to have just disappeared off the map. Where could he be? Was he dead? Was he living under a bridge somewhere? John was stumped, he just didn't know how to proceed. But it was Joseph who suggested looking in homeless shelters. Joseph himself had been homeless for a good two years before, and he knew there was a sizable population of homeless veterans in the area. If Jacob had mental health struggles, he reasoned, it's a possibility that he might be homeless as a result. It certainly was the case with many of the veterans he had met. John agreed, it would be a start at the very least.

The next day the three of them set off back to Rome to go look for Jacob. They first checked the spots that Joseph used to hide away at when he was homeless but to no avail. But after a lot of asking around and describing Jacob's most basic features, they finally found a lead, which led them to a homeless shelter. John held Genevive close to him as he made his way around the shelter, trying carefully to not let the homeless touch either of them. But Joseph was used to this harsh reality, and it didn't phase him. he asked around until finally, someone offered to bring him to a man matching Jacob's description.

John followed close behind, and soon they had found him. "Jacob?" Joseph cautiously asked. Jacob's eyes looked up through his dirty, long hair to meet Joseph's, and their eyes instantly clicked. Jacob shot up from his cot where he was laying. "J-Joseph? Is that really you Joseph?" he asked nervously, not sure if he was dreaming. But the calmness and softness in his voice was unmistakable. He put his arms around Joseph and gave him a familiar tight squeeze as tears welled up in his eyes. "I-I thought I would never see you again" he sobbed. John joined in on the hug and Jacob put his arms around them both. "John? Oh, my sweet baby brother!" Jacob exclaimed as he joyfully planted a kiss on John's forehead.

John smiled and looked up at his oldest brother again for the first time in years. "We've come to take you home Jacob" he said as a joyful smile crept across his face. Jacob's face fell, "there is no home for me" he said. Joseph held his hands and squeezed them tightly. "Jacob, a wise soul once told me, 'As long as we're together, we're home.' Do you remember who said that?". Jacob looked down, "I did. I said that to you and John when we had to sleep in our tree fort in the woods to get away from dad. But it's been so long, and I've failed to protect you like I promised I always would" he reasoned. Joseph pulled him into a hug. "We as humans can only do so much Jacob, what happened is not your fault. We love you and we will never be separated again".

Now reunited, the Seed brothers return to John's home where John gets Jacob all cleaned up and Joseph makes them all a good meal. With his family reunited, Joseph's heart starts to ache a little less knowing his brothers are loved and cared for. Before digging in to their meal, Joseph says grace and thanks God for giving him the strength to reunite his family.

Part 3 coming up next!

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