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dyns33 · 13 days

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Family's House

Next episode of Alfie Solomons and his wife dayly life as idiots in love

Y/N knew how to keep a house. Or almost.

In any case, she knew how to manage on her own, cook, clean, do the laundry, but that didn't mean that she loved these activities, or that she did them perfectly well.

However, since she was married, it seemed important that she behaved like a good wife who took care of the household chores, so that her husband could rest when he came home from work.

And with his "work", Alfie needed a lot of rest.

Since he was not very trusting, he didn't like the idea of letting a housekeeper hang around unsupervised at their house, but he had found the sister of one of his loyal employees who could come by three times a week to take care of the cleaning, laundry, dusting, checking the silverware, and other things that he didn't care about at all.

On top of that, he often insisted on cooking. Maybe he was afraid that his meals would be poisoned, or he had noticed that his wife's food were too salty or overcooked, but in any case, even if he was gifted, that also annoyed Mrs. Solomons a lot.

"I could do it !" Y/N insisted, who also didn't like coming home and finding herself in front of a frightened girl, who didn't know that her boss wasn't the type to punish someone because the forks were put away wrong.

"And when would you have time, love ? You're often with me at the bakery, to help me keep the accounts, check that everything has been done properly and stop me from killing everyone."

"I'm not there as often as you."

"And the employees regret it. I think they're plotting. Ollie's been making me walk a lot lately, he knows my back doesn't like it, and that you'll take my place if I'm bedridden. Little vermin. I heard about an election project."

"Stop, I'm serious."

"Me too, love. For the plot, and the fact that I don't care who cleaned the house, as long as it's cleaned."

Maybe he didn't care, but the Candem harpies did. Y/N wanted to convince herself that she didn't care about their opinions, but that wasn't entirely true.

She wanted to be a good wife, for everyone to know that Alfie Solomons had made the right choice in marrying her, and that they were very happy.

Of course, it was also good to have a cleaning lady. A sign of wealth. But she couldn't help it, she needed to feel useful, and to show that she cared for her husband. In her family, they took care of each other, even if it wasn't always in a conventional way.

Since he was an excellent husband, Aflie had noticed her nervousness. He had first thought that she was bored. That was partly why he gave her work at the bakery, but also because he trusted her, that she was very talented, and that he liked to be with her all the time.

Since that didn't seem to be enough, he made the mistake of asking Tommy for advice. Except that since he didn't consider Thomas to be the best at relationships, or at keeping secrets from his sister, he talked about horses.

"Why ? Are you planning to buy a horse ?"

"Well, you see dear Tommy, maybe. You guys like these devil's creatures, and I love my wife. I was thinking of getting a mare, I found a charming one, adorable, but a little crazy. Agitated. Oh, I know what you're going to say, she senses that I'm not comfortable, all that bullshit, but no, she's like that with everyone. How can I calm her down ?"

"If she's naturally like that, you won't be able to. But you can always try to talk to her nicely, stroke her head and blow on her nose." Tommy answered seriously, not understanding what they were talking about and really lovng horses.

"… Yeah, I'm not sure she'll appreciate it."

The moment he put his hand on her head and complimented her, Y/N stared at Alfie with a dark look, as if she had perfectly understood what he was doing and why. He was certain of it when she stood up, leaving the room after blowing on his nose.

"Damn witch." he mumbled, thinking he was completely under her spell.

With her problem not resolved, Y/N took the time to consider the situation while remaining calm. It was not necessary for her to do great things to be a good wife.

Cleaning his shirt after work, preparing a good meal from time to time, lighting a fire in the fireplace in winter by offering a pillow for his back and tea. Simple gestures, but very important.

It was the middle of the afternoon when she decided to do all this before Alfie returned. Nothing impossible.

But in the end, she burned the dinner, missing even a simple loaf of bread, she broke plates, one of which had belonged to Alfie's maternal grandparents, she almost set fire to the carpet, and her husband's favorite shirt fell into the mud, in the middle of the street, after Cyril barked cheerfully, making her jump as she wanted to hang it on the windowsill.

So Alfie found the house in this state, with his wife crying in the middle of the living room, her hair disheveled, full of flour, and her dress covered in soot.

"It reminds me of the war." was the only thing he could think to say, looking into the distance before approaching, his hand gently caressing her shoulder. "So, love, did you lose a battle ? What happened ?"

"… I wanted to please you."

"It's a success, I love seeing my wife sobbing."

"You're still not funny. I can't even make bread. I ruined your shirt, the carpet… I broke one of your plates. I'm a horrible wife, you're the one who should be crying."

He could have answered right away, but Alfie Solomons knew his wife well. She had many qualities, just as many reasons why he had fallen in love, and one of them was that Y/N was a stubborn woman.

Worst, she was a Shelby, so she was worse than a mule.

So he took a deep breath, forcing her to stand up so that she sat on his lap like a child, letting her finish crying and talking nonsense before speaking.

"Treacle. Listen to me carefully. First of all, I am a very funny man."

"Medium funny, and often without meaning to." she mumbled, her head nestled in his neck.

"True. In any case, I'm not a man who gets attached to stupid things like a shirt or a rug. I'll buy others. Same thing for the plate. I have lots of memories with my grandparents, I don't need a plate, I have lots of plates. I can go and break all the family's china."

"No."

"As you wish, love. For cooking, I admit that I would love to come home and enjoy a meal made by you with love. But if you don't like cooking, I love cooking, and I love watching you eat what I cooked for you. You don't know how to do it ? I can teach you. My bakery may be fake, but not my talent. My breads are the best in the country, my mother's recipe. Family secret. But we are married, so I can let you in on it."

"… You're really not angry ?" she asked shyly, feeling a little ridiculous, a feeling she didn't like at all.

"It would be very tempting to tell you that you deserve a punishment and to spank you, but no, treacle, I'm not angry. I appreciate that you wanted to do all this. You are a perfect woman, at least the perfect woman for me. I am fulfilled. And I don't tell Ollie and the others, but I also think that you do a better job than me at the bakery. Mutiny always lurks."

No doubt she got that from her family, the business sense and the ability to work perfectly. To compensate, Y/N was simply not good at being a housewife, and Alfie didn't give a damn.

He gladly kicked the clichés, the old ideas and the gossips of Candem who dared to criticize his wife or make fun of him because he rolled up his sleeves and went into the kitchen.

Why wouldn't it be normal for a man to take care of his wife ? A good husband had to recognize all the work done during the day, and in thanks, he could cook, massage the poor feet of his sweetheart, and make tender love to her in the marital bed.

And Y/N really had a lot of work with him and his company. No one could deny it.

Just having to put up with him was already a full-time job. He himself wasn't sure how she managed it, or why she loved an old fool like him.

"It's true that you're crazy, we're going to burn the house down !"

"No, love, we're going to make a brioche."

"Not if you keep holding my butt like that, instead of watching the oven !"

"My nose will know. While my eyes and hands can't resist the sight of my wife, kneading dough, wearing only my apron."

"I don't even remember how you convinced me to do this."

"A lot of charm and the promise of a heavenly tasting brioche."

"I'll eat it alone, after throwing you naked in the street."

"It wouldn't be the first time, treacle. If I promise to stop kneading your beautiful behind, will you let me taste our work with you ?"

"I'll think about it."

The brioche ended up burning, because despite his promises, and his shrewd nose, Alfie was particularly distracted when Y/N leaned over to grab a dish.

But it wasn't her fault, and since he didn't stop kissing her, she didn't have time to think that she would never be completely good at keeping house. It was already wonderful that she knew how to keep her husband on the right tracks.

#peaky blinders #alfie solomons imagine #alfie solomons #alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons fanfic

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buttercup-bollz · 2 months

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DAD-BEAT-DAD (But what if Lucifer was ACTUALLY a bad dad?)

Charlie: [takes a deep breath] Alright, let's do this.

[A few bleeps play. Charlie's looking extremely nervous, and Vicky grabs her hand to comfort her. Charlie smiles in appreciation but nobody is answering her call still and it makes her freak out even more.]

Husk: Huh, really? He's that busy he can't answer his own daughter calling him? [looks over with contempt while chugging a bottle of beer] Tch.

Charlie: WELP, THAT'S OUR CUE! [She gives a toothy, awkward smile] See, I told you guys, it-

[a deep voice (think Kratos from GODR) answers]

Lucifer: Hello?

[Charlie's phone slips from her hand out of shock and she fusses with it for a few moments before answering it.]

Charlie: OH! FU- Um. Hi, dad. [collects herself quickly]

Lucifer: Charlotte? Is that you?

Charlie: Yeah, thaaaaat's me.

Lucifer: Oh, hellfire. I haven't heard my little starshine's voice for over, what, how long has it been now- a century? How are you doing nowadays, tell me?

[The entire crew looks mildly concerned/confused at his statement]

Charlie: Well... um... Y-you remember that... "project" I was talking to you about some... some time ago, right?

Lucifer: Starshine, I'm going to need you to be a little more specific. Y'know how your old man is sometimes.

Charlie: (Sighs) It's... the one about "rehabiliation" and "redemption"? That one other alternative to work against Hell's biggest problem? Overpopulation?

[Scene cuts to Lucifer shaking his tobacco against the ashtray, but we can't fully see him yet.]

Lucifer: Ah, yes... that. Well, did you finally have enough fun with it?

[Scene cuts back to the Hotel with Charlie starting to look annoyed- the rest even more confused by Lucifer's phrasing.]

Charlie: No, actually, dad. I'm not having fun with it. I have told you a thousand times already that I'm completely serious. So please, respect that and perceive it as much.

Lucifer: [visibly doesn't actually listen] Uh-huh. Sure. I'm running low on patience starshine, let's cut it to the chase. What do you need?

[Charlie sighs, dragging her hand across her face and obviously given up.]

Charlie: All right. [inhales] Dad I... I need your help. I know you never take me and my projects seriously, but- can you at least come and see what I'm trying to do? You'll understand why it's a really good idea, I promise! And, once you see that, I'll need you to host a meeting with one of the higher-ups in Heaven. Does that sound fair?

Lucifer: [deep, tired sigh.]

[Everyone looks on edge. A few beats of silence pass.]

Lucifer: Alright. I'll be there in an hour. I'll see... your little amusement park. But I can't promise you that I'll be fully onboard. You'll have to prove it to me.

Charlie: [absolutely in shock] What- really? You- you really will come?

Lucifer: Yes, but, I need to deal with the Seven Sins meeting regarding the new Extermination date first. After that you can have my two hours of free-time completely. Is that clear?

Charlie: CRYSTAL! Thank you so much, dad! I won't disappoint you!

Lucifer: You better not. See you later, starshine. [hangs up.]

[Scene cuts to Lucifer. He sighs on his throne and is visibly annoyed, massaging his nose-bridge like he's having a bout of headache.]

Imp servant: Sir? Are you feeling alright?

Lucifer: Never been better. [sarcastic.] Book me a ride to Charlotte's little hotel now, would you?

Imp servant: Lady Charlotte's little hotel? But, sir, I thought you said she's been over it already.

Lucifer: That's what I was accounting for, as well. But it seems our little delusional starshine is still going through that phase. Well, [turns around] teenagers tend to be like that, no biggie. I'll humor her for a while, and in the meantime, she'll recognize on her own that her silly fantasies are just that-fantasies.

[Scene cuts back to Charlie and the crew.]

Angel Dust: Jeez, your dad was being a real fuckin' bitch there. No wonder he's the devil. That guy sucks.

[Vicky looks over at him angrily, about to say something, but gets cut off by Charlie and glances at her sympathetically.]

Charlie: No, really, he's good, he just... wants what is best for me. He's... always been this way, he cares, he just has a... different approach. But, did you guys hear that?! He actually agreed to take a look at the hotel! Oh, shit, he did. [realization sinks in] Alright Co, we've got no time to spare. Let's do this!

#charlie morningstar #vaggie #rewrite #hazbinhotel #lucifer morningstar #angel dust #hazbin hotel husk

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carnelianwings · 2 months

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I watched the entire AsuCaga Archangel med bay scene again in Seed Destiny, and I'm just gonna break it down because quite honestly, I actually think there's a lot of explicit understanding between Athrun and Cagalli on everything that happened before this moment in Seed Destiny, and an equal amount of implicit forgiveness on both sides to reconcile, take a step back (and let other things take priority over their relationship), and start over (where we ultimately end up with the Archangel departure hug and Athrun saying there's no need for them to rush). This feels especially true when you take Seed Freedom into account as well.

(This is, in fact, very much brought on by the recent drama on AsuCaga twitter over how Fukuda said Athrun never said he forgave Cagalli and still hasn't, and me sitting there going "... okay Mr. Director let me just go watch that again, in the HD remaster edition, because that scene sure as hell didn't read that way to me in both versions of that scene.)

TL;DR - Fukuda might be the director, but I think in this case, he might want to refresh his own memory because the dialogue and the way everything happens between them from that moment sure doesn't feel like there's any true grudges/lack of forgiveness on either side.

Long version behind the cut.

Scene opens, Cagalli and Athrun talk about Meyrin, Cagalli assures Athrun she'll see to it Meyrin's well taken care of, alongside Cagalli (correctly) guessing that Meyrin liked Athrun all along despite him never having said more than 2 words to her (on screen) before he runs into her room to hide at Gibraltar.

This is then followed by Cagalli hesitantly asking if Athrun will forgive her, to which he says, and I quote, "That's what I should be asking you. I should be apologizing." And it's said in this soft and regretful tone of voice on his part (thank you Ishida-san). When Cagalli then very specifically brings up the fact she tried to get married (to someone else), Athrun doesn't even sound angry over it like he did at Crete - he just responds with "You wanted to protect Orb", because in the time in-between, he finally understood why she did it. And he then explains himself, that essentially he couldn't stand being the "powerless" Alex Dino any longer, that he wanted (needed) power as Athrun Zala to help the people he cares most about, especially when Cagalli's the one shouldering everything herself. He then further explains after the Break the World incident he really just wanted to stop the war from happening and that's why he did what he did and Cagalli agrees, adding "But it's hard. Everyone wants to stop it, and everyone says so. So why won't it happen? ... Is there really nothing we can do about it?" And Athrun disagrees, convinced they can stop the war (and they eventually do), before the scene changes to Lacus on the Eternal.

Everything in this scene between them is spoken very calmly and warmly - there's no anger coming from either of them, there's a sense of helplessness on Cagalli's part when the conversation shifts towards what can be done to stop the war, but it's otherwise a conversation where they're both reaching an understanding with each other for why each of them did what they did that ended up hurting the other. And in that sense, there's a feeling of reconciliation here, that they've both matured from the previous (checks notes) 38 episodes of events and Athrun, in particular, understands now what she was trying to do, and has had enough time to process all of that to be able to talk to her about it, without any anger (that burned itself out, in my opinion, after Crete - but the conversation at Crete was also muddied by what happened during the Battle of Dardanelles). There's no lingering resentment from either side with how the conversation flows and how they talk to each other either - had Athrun truly not forgiven Cagalli, he wouldn't be able to meet her in the middle like this and respond to her request for forgiveness with what's essentially a "That's my line, I messed up too".

Is it a direct apology? No. That said, it's not like Cagalli outright said she's forgiven Athrun either, but the way they both talk and relate to each other in that moment in Archangel's med bay definitely feels like they've mutually forgiven each other implicitly and reconciled with each other for what happened during their time apart. Followed by Cagalli taking his ring off (to focus on being Orb's head of state), Athrun recognizing that Cagalli's top priority isn't "being his girlfriend" when this is her chance to reclaim the power she should've had all along, and Athrun (to a degree) recognizing he can be patient and wait for her (while working on himself and have power of his own - which he does by the end, when he chooses to live as Athrun Zala again instead of incognito as Alex Dino).

And by Seed Freedom, they've both gotten themselves into positions where they won't make those same mistakes again - in my opinion Cagalli was working with better intel than Lacus was during the entire Foundation Conflict thanks to Athrun (the only reason Cagalli wasn't able to get ahead of Foundation more is because Aura and Orphee kept just enough under wraps to get the jump on them, but once Requiem entered the picture Cagalli was ready), and Cagalli gave Athrun the Infinite Justice Type II complete with a new flight pack (based on Strike Rouge's Ootori Striker pack no less) disguised as a Z'Gok so he'd have the power to follow through with his decisions in the field.

(As for the Cavalier Aifrid units - I'm of the mindset it's Athrun who came up with them. The design looks like it has more in common with ZAFT-based tech like the Guul and both Fatum sub-lifters used by the previous two incarnations of the Justice, plus the remote control system feels like something Athrun would come up just for Cagalli so she could fight without ever having to leave Orb. I guess we'll see what official supplemental materials say on that, if they ever decide to say one way or the other.)

#gundam seed destiny #gundam seed freedom #cagalli yula athha #athrun zala #asucaga #yeah i call bs on they haven't forgiven each other #the way that entire scene is scripted and the way the bgm is scored #they definitely forgave each other with the amount of mutual understanding and definitely reconciled in that moment #even if they both recognize their relationship isn't the most important thing to both of them in that exact moment #because right then it's Orb for Cagalli and stopping the war for Athrun #and Athrun recognizes that even if they stop this one war there will be future ones too #so he realizes that their paths are in line with each other's so they'll end up side by side one way or another #it's just a matter of when things calm down enough for them to let their relationship be more of a priority #so I interpret that scene as both of them implicitly forgiving each other for the things they did #and it was just a matter of if or how they were going to pick up what's left of their relationship and get back together again

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newtonsheffield · 2 years

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Yes, Tharman coming through with the sweater vest! How could Mary possibly resist? Poppy Sharma teaching his boy like, "Sweater vests, son. The ladies love the sweater vests. You'll thank me later.*

He's just a sweet little accountant with absolutely no idea why a literal rockstar is dating him.

But it's Kind of an incredible relationship. Mary has a pretty flexible work schedule when they're not touring and he was scared at first but Mary loves looking after Kate, and Kate's always begging him to go round to see Mary. Her entire body going limp as he tries to drag her to daycare.

"Why can't I stay with Mary today?!"

"Mary has to work today, sweetheart, but she'll come and pick you up this afternoon."

"But I wanna go with her."

"You can't, sweetheart." Tharman sighed.

"Why can't she?"

He startled at his girlfriend's words, sat calmly at the kitchen counter, a pen behind her ear as she read over the lyrics of the song they were going to lay down today.

"Um... because... you're busy?"

Mary chuckled, sliding off the stool and crouching in front of Kate, tucking her hair behind her ear. "How about, you come to the studio with me today and you can sit in the booth and Papa can come and meet us for dinner?"

"Yay!!!"

Tharman's heart stuttered in his chest as he watched Mary scoop Kate up, tugging on the front of his sweater until their lips met.

"Are you sure?"

Mary smiled at him and his heart thundered in his chest. "Yes, I'm sure. Now get out of here, you're going to be late."

"Love you."

Mary hummed, kissing him again, "Love you too." She leaned in, letting Kate kiss him as well.

He thought about it all day, what they were up to. If Kate was slowly tearing the studio apart, and Mary had regretted it completely. His stomach churned as he walked through the front door, clearing his throat at the security guard.

"Um- Mary- Mary Sheffield asked me to... stop by?"

The security guard raised his eyebrow, "You're the boyfriend?"

"Um- Yes."

"You're dating her?"

He gestured to the photo of the band on the wall, one amongst many, Mary with her hair in wild waves around her face as she sang into the microphone and hundreds of hands reached for her.

"Miraculously, apparently I am."

"Wait in the booth, next floor up, second door on the left."

He waved Tharman in with a huff if disbelief, and he scooted down the hall, taking the stairs two at a time, knocking awkwardly on the door. The door swung open and he was in awe of her already. The drum beats filled the air and the heavy baseline pounded in time and Mary's voice filled the air. Kate was perched next to the sound engineer, her legs swinging over the edge of her chair, not reaching the ground, headphones on, her eyes transfixed on Mary. There was a drawing taped to the glass, three figures hastily drawn, marked Papa, Kate, Mary

The song came to a close and Kate clapped delightedly, shrieking as she noticed Tharman.

"Papa!"

"Hey, Sweetheart." He crouched down, kissing her forehead, "Did you have a good day?"

"Ladies, I think we've got it." The sound engineer said in the background.

"The best day! Jane gave me a vimto!" But he lost her attention seconds later as Mary entered the booth, her hair piled on her head, so beautiful it made his heart clench. "Mary!"

"What'd you think Kit?"

"It was great!"

"Hey you," She bumped her hip with his, kissing him gently, "This is still a cute vest."

He could feel his ears burning as her bandmates entered after her, "Hope she wasn't too much trouble."

Mary chuckled, "She was great. She's always great. You're great. We're great."

"Yeah, we're great."

And honestly, that was the moment he knew that he was going to marry her.

Right when her bandmates cooed, "Okay, but they're kind of a really cute little family?'

#lavender haze au #sharma family feels

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lashysdomain · 8 months

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Scopaesthesia

tw for stalking

Arms stretched over her head Niriol leaves the corner store, a few bags in one hand from the late night snack run. She'd forgotten to shop the night before and it's too close to dawn for her to go for a proper trip.

Hitting the button on her fob Niri doesn't pay much mind when she doesn't hear the thunk of a car unlocking, simply opening the driver side door and climbing in. She probably forgot to lock it is the only thought that crosses her mind as her bags are set into the footwell of the adjoining seat. Time to get home before she falls asleep in the parking lot.

Pulling out of the parking lot it's a short uneventful drive back to her home. The unfamiliar music playing from her sound system strikes her as having some very strange composition, what with the odd shifting noises interspersed with the rest of the instrumental. It was a new station she'd picked out on the way over to keep her awake and one she'll change once back home it seems.

Once the violets car is pulled into her garage she steps out, pulling the bags with her so she won't have to go to the other side. Normally she'd close the garage door, but this morning is meant to be mild and there's no real reason for it when the weather isn't bad. Better to air out the dank smell of the concrete box.

Stepping up to the side door of her home the faint metallic thunk behind her makes her turn. It takes a moment or two for her to realize what the noise is, her heart skipping a beat seeing the far back seat door of her car ajar, closing a moment after she notices.

Swallowing hard she glances down to her hands, currently fumbling quicker with her various keys to find the one that matches the door behind her. Staring out into the garage isn't helping, she can't tell just by feel....

She looks down to try and find the right key as quickly as possible after realizing telling by feel is futile. Immediately she regrets it, the scuffing of shoes running snapping her attention up just in time to see the individual clad in blue rushing for her, their hands slamming beside her head against the door. They're considerably taller than her 5'3" stature causing her to shrink down in reflex, fins flicking back as her nerves begin to set in further.

"Hi! Niriol! I know it's like, reaaally kind of Not Cool to spring up on creators like this but you're going to have to forgive me, okay? I just, I have this new idea you see. I think you could pull it off really well, and you've not been messaging me back on Chitter, so I figured I'd, like, come tell you in person!"

An idea....? Usually Niri would gladly listen to any suggestions unless they were unreasonable.... There's not anyone lately that she'd had to tell no to.... Unless someone else had filtered their messages entirely from her...

Oh no.

"You're..."

"WingedBinger, yeah! I've been trying to get you to reply back to me for like half a sweep at this point! You can understand why I'm here now, right? Our first conversation was great! You were so sweet, you really seemed lovely! I-I've come up with new ideas, though! It's not the same one you said no to before!"

"I'm... Sorry I don't... Do the kind of shoots you've mentioned..."

"But you could! I could be the photographer if that's the issue! You're like really pretty, you could make a lot of people happy by doing more! For your fans!"

Sure Niriol got the occasional person who would wish she would wear things that were more revealing, but this person... They'd been trying to pressure her into that sort of content for the better part of a sweep now, using various alt accounts to get around her initial block, always insisting that they'd be willing to take the pictures. One of her mods was assigned to filter through her messages on her main platforms, while others had them turned off to avoid the spam.

"I... Appreciate the feedback, but I'm not comfortable-"

"It's for your fans! You say you'd do anything for them, don't you? Come on, lets go inside, I can show you how cool it'll be!"

Niri's blood runs cold feeling the keys pulled from her hands and an arm wrap around her waist, pulling her flush into this strangers body. They're trying each key so casually to try and get into her home when something thunks into the frame of the door, a large rock having whizzed past the pair of them.

"Hey, cunt, I don't think the lady wants your attention. Do me a favor and fuck off."

The figure stalking her way through the garage door isn't entirely unfamiliar to Niriol, though the pair have never met in person. Gold and white heterochromia, short hair with straight bangs, platform boots that bring her to just over 6 feet tall; that's Kheron's friend.

"Let her go, or I'll find something to bash your skull in."

The cold confidence of Vayuya's voice sends a chill down Niri's spine and makes the blue blood pause, grip loosening just enough for her to make a break for it, running over to the tall woman's side. Vayu's hand is laid on Niri's head as she hides in an attempt to calm the terrified woman.

"Drop the keys, walk away, and don't look back."

"We were just ta-"

"You were breaking into her home. Don't think your shrill voice couldn't be heard outside. Get lost."

They fumble for an excuse, not finding one that she seems to even entertain, they chuck the keys at Vayu before running past her; despite the keys being thrown the gold blood takes the full impact of them to her face, barely flinching and making sure that she stays between the stranger and the terrified seadweller.

"Close the garage."

Vayu commands after the stranger clears the door, Niriol running over to the panel on the wall to do so with the gold blood close behind.

"I kept telling Kheron this would happen... You need to grow a backbone, damn it..."

She scoffs, waiting for the door to be fully closed before leaving Niri's side so she can pick up the discarded keys.

"Here. Get yourself inside and make sure everything else is locked. Windows included."

"Th... Thank you, Vayuya..."

".... Yeah."

"You should come in... The sun's nearly up."

She pauses, debating Niriol's offer and how much she dislikes being in other peoples spaces and not her own. Her place would be another 40 minute walk, and this girl could use someone who's perhaps a bit hyper paranoid to make sure her place is safe....

"Fine.... I'm gonna text Kheron, let him know what happened."

"... Do you have to?"

"Legally? No. Morally, also no, but I'm going to."

The violet blood nods not at all looking forward to the conversation that might follow Kheron finding out about all this, finally finding the right key to let the pair into her home. At least with Vayuya around Niri doubts that person will be back tonight.

#niriol #niriol writing #drabble #niriol rp #hiding the other person deeper into the tags oooooo #vayuya #vayuya rp #vayuya writing #stalking

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friedesgreatscythe · 6 months

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i had a coffee at 5PM so my dumb ass is still Alert at a quarter to midnight lmao. as long as i finish this notebook tonight, i'll be Content. the rewrites demanded i write new things so i can make sense of what i have to redo, and it's been a bit intimidating, going off the rails like that for this draft. but i'm determined to get to the end of this rewrite, no matter how sloppy it is, by april 19th (because next draft is for further polishing). my therapist comes back that day after a month break, and we decided my homework during his absence is going to be all about holding myself accountable to progress, which includes working on this draft and finishing a rewrite this year.

plus it's the release date for taylor's album, and it kinda feels serendipitous to finish this novel draft on the same day an album with the name tortured poets department comes out.

other than that, i've been doing quite well. tapering off of effexor (venlafaxine) is going well. now that i'm taking b12 and vitamin d on top of the multivitamin i'm already taking, i'm feeling a LOT better. i'm continuing to take care of my mom, whose cast is coming off later this week. not sure if she'll be fully healed by then, but at least the cast is coming off. my sister is enthusiastically invested in ffxiv, which couldn't make me happier (and once i get steady income i'll get back on ps+ and play eso with her, so she can be my mentor and guide me through!). she's also watching game grumps more, which is so fucking exciting because NOW I CAN CRACK JOKES WITH HER WHEN WE HANG OUT AND SHE'LL GET THEM FJDLKS it's taken us literally 20 years, two fucking decades, but she and i are finally getting along and are friends. i can finally connect with larissa about things we both like!!

my brother has always been this way, so i'm not overlooking him.

my bio dad converted to Episcopalian, so he's been mentioning it when he goes to special services or giving us links to the services (he attends st. thomas's church in the city, which.. kinda makes me laugh because his name is thomas lol). they're quite beautiful, especially the choir. i don't begrudge him for this choice, but it does take me by surprise because he has NEVER shown ANY interest in religion for my entire life. if anything he's seemed rigidly atheistic. i asked him what made him want to do it, and he said it's to "be a calmer, quieter, better person." im not sure if he has faith in christ as much as he is drawn to the goodness of the people in the church, and what he thinks a christian should be, so in the end if it makes him happy and helps him feel better about himself, good for him.

he still owes me and my siblings literally thousands of fucking dollars as per the terms of his divorce agreement with my mother that he has been ignoring for over a decade, but apparently we're meant to overlook all that. that makes me sound like a greedy asshole, but my father has never been supportive in literal or figurative ways to us without us having to bleed his fucking stone heart dry, so while on the one hand i genuinely do want him to be happy with himself and become a person he can be proud of, on the other i'm like 'cool, so when will we see any of that change?'

but whatever. i'm mad about it but i'm not letting that distract me.

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babysealfan · 2 years

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Perspective Flip for Serious Inquiries Only please! I miss manic pixie dreamboy Fez 💗

Aurora my angel baby princess sweetums thank you so much for asking me this 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

not my ass writing 1907 words for this omfg. she wants to do Midnight Sun so bad.....

(this is NOT edited whatsoever and I copied and pasted the dialogue from ao3 and the italics didn't paste so I had to fix it but I might not have fixed it every time. this bitch emphasizes shit a lot)

as requested, SIO grocery store scene (actually pretty much the entire last chapter because the build up was NECESSARY imo teehee) from Fezco's perspective is below :)

Fezco had fucked up. He knew it as soon as he said it.

He understood his girlfriend well enough to know that when Lexi pushed him away, he needed to remind her of the strength, the validity, of their relationship.

Pushing her back—what would that do, other than prove the doubts in her head right?

He exited his bathroom, resolved to apologize and tell Lexi gently that, hey, maybe they didn't need to break up? Maybe the fact that they reaffirmed their love for one another ten minutes earlier indicated that their connection was strong and secure?

He didn't get a chance—Lexi was already gone. Had she even put her clothes on before she left?

Aware he was still only in his boxers, Fezco grabbed his keys and raced out the door, hoping he'd manage to catch Lexi on her way out. But he reached the lobby with no sign of her.

Coincidentally, his neighbor, Marjorie, was on her way in.

"You ain't seen my girlfriend race outta here, have you?" he asked.

A soft, pitying smile broke across Marjorie's lips. "I haven't," she said, shaking her head slightly.

"We kinda got in a fight," Fezco said.

"Is that why you're in the lobby in your underwear?" Marjorie asked.

Fezco nodded.

They rode the elevator back up together.

"Sorry you're seein' me in my drawers," Fezco mumbled after pushing the button for the 10th floor.

Marjorie let out a soft laugh. "Big fight?" she asked.

Fezco shrugged. "More of a misunderstanding," he said.

"I'm sure she'll come around," Marjorie said.

They parted ways, Marjorie heading for 1001 while Fezco went back to 1010. As soon as he was back in his apartment, he grabbed his phone, trying to formulate something to say to Lexi.

Before he got the chance, a text popped up from Faye.

Thirty minutes later, he was taking Vito out of his tank so Faye could play dress up with him.

"Do you think cats and lizards get along?" Fezco asked, passing Vito over to her before sitting down on his couch. "We got Lex a cat yesterday."

He’d spent some time researching the subject—that is, he’d found an Instagram account of a cat and lizard duo and spent his time waiting for Faye scrolling through the account, looking for advice on introducing a cat to a lizard, but could only find a collection of hilarious and/or sweet videos of the pair.

"Ooh, think of the matching costumes you could do," Faye idly ignored his question as she grabbed a bow tie off the pile of lizard-sized clothes next to Vito's tank, delicately fixing it on his neck. "You could dress them up for your wedding."

"Faye, be serious, man," Fezco said with a sigh. He buried his head in his hands. "I fucked up."

"It sounds like you both fucked up," Faye said, removing the bow tie and searching for another costume. "Or she's really trying to dump you and you're not taking the hint."

Fezco groaned. "You think she is?"

Faye set Vito down on the floor, watching as he scurried off to go exploring.

"Yo, you gotta watch him," Fezco said. "He's gon' get stuck in the cupboards again."

Faye shrugged before plopping down on the couch next to Fezco. "If she wanted to break up with you, she would have. She has the perfect excuse."

Vito, unsupervised, was in the process of breaking into one of Fezco's cupboards, though neither Fezco nor Faye made a move to collect him.

"What should I do?" Fezco asked.

"Apologize, duh?" Faye said, turning to him with her brow raised, as if that were the most obvious solution in the world.

Which it kind of was.

"Aight," Fezco said. "Yeah, that's a good idea."

"I don’t know why you even needed me to tell you that," Faye said, standing back up. "How big is her cat? I'm going to start looking for Halloween costumes." She walked over to fetch Vito from the cupboard he was stuck in. "I hate to restrict you guys, but they don’t make a lot of costumes in this size. Maybe you could be pirates?"

"Faye, Ion even know if we gon' be together by Halloween," Fezco grumbled.

"Get real," Faye said, returning Vito to his tank. "Would you say small, medium, or large? And is it a girl or a boy?"

By the time Fezco had showered and decided that the best apology would happen in person, supported with flowers and ice cream, Faye was already blowing up his phone with costume ideas for two humans, a cat, and a lizard. He flipped his phone into "Do Not Disturb" mode.

He’d selected a small, simple bouquet of blue hyacinths at the flower shop down his street—a bouquet that the florist insisted were great for apologies, but Fezco had a feeling she was just trying to make the sale.

From there, he went to the grocery store, navigating straight to the ice cream aisle. Lexi loves cookies ‘n cream ice cream—he just needed to decide which size to get. There were full gallon tubs, which seemed appropriate, but Lexi was susceptible to tummy aches, so maybe a pint would be a better option.

He stared at the freezer, paralyzed with indecision, as if Lexi was going to decide whether or not she’d forgive him based entirely on the size of the ice cream container he gave her.

“Fezco,” he heard an angel’s voice say, and he turned to it. Lexi was standing a few feet in front of him. His eyebrows shot up in surprise before he recovered and reminded himself that his girlfriend, who lived four blocks from him, did in fact frequent the same grocery store he did, even if they'd never seen each other there before. (To be fair, they were at a point in their relationship when most of their grocery shopping was done together. It was hard to casually run into someone when you always went places together.)

“Lexi,” he said, a smile spreading across his face. He watched as she clocked the apology bouquet in his hands. “I was on my way to see my girlfriend,” he said. “She likes cookies ‘n cream.”

“You're not mad at her?” Lexi asked, and Fezco resisted the urge to scoff. Mad? Man, his girl really could be clueless.

“Not mad,” he said, searching for the right word to convey his emotions. “Frustrated, maybe. But I figure I just gotta make my feelings more obvious.”

And then Lexi started crying and Fezco chastised himself for fucking up again.

“Shit, Lex,” he said, stepping toward her so he could put his hands on her shoulders. “You know I’m talkin’ ‘bout you, right?”

“Yes, I’m sorry, yes,” she said, nodding her head. “I don’t want to make a scene.”

Fezco couldn't help the laugh that escaped his mouth. “You not makin’ a scene, baby,” he said quietly.

“You don’t need to be more obvious,” Lexi said, tears streaming down her face. “I was in denial.”

“Think I mighta caught on to that,” Fezco said, a small smile on his face to match the relief he felt deep in his bones. It was good to hear her finally acknowledge it. He reached out to wipe a few stray tears from her cheek before grabbing her hand in his.

“You’re really not mad?” Lexi asked, and Fezco would have laughed at the absurdity if the implication didn't sting so much. How could he ever be mad at her, when she was clearly just afraid?

“C’mon now,” he said. “Ain’t nobody a commitment-phobe for no reason.”

“I’m not a commitment-phobe,” Lexi muttered.

“Lexi,” Fezco said, once again holding back his laughter at the absurdity of her statement. “I figured you got some shit goin’ on, and”—he shrugged, figuring his words were just restating the obvious—“I’m yo’ boyfriend. I’m here to help you work it out.”

A smile finally cracked on Lexi’s lips. “You’re my boyfriend?” she asked.

Did she really not know . . . ?

“Yeah,” he said with a shrug. “I been datin’ you since day one. Not sure when you started datin’ me back.”

Lexi leaned in to kiss him quickly, and Fezco felt the universe shift back into equilibrium. “I’m so stupid,” she muttered and, well, obviously she wasn't, she was the smartest person in the world, at least in Fezco’s humble opinion. But for her to have taken six months to come to the conclusion that she was actually in a happy, secure, and loving relationship, well . . . Fezco would hold his tongue just this once, instead flashing her a smug grin.

“These must be for your stupid girlfriend,” Lexi said, rolling her eyes and stealing the flowers out of his hand.

His hand now free of the bouquet, Fezco used the opportunity to brush a loose curl behind Lexi’s ear, reveling in the ritualistic grooming of a happy couple. God, had she really not realized they were dating?

He felt embarrassed admitting it, that he held her in such high esteem that he’d thought of every other possible explanation before discovering that Lexi was just plain, old-fashioned traumatized. “Would you believe, she’s so smart, I almost thought she was playin’ mind games?” he admitted, flashing back to an old conversation with Faye wherein the idea was floated that maybe Lexi was just into some weird role play shit, before Faye took a hit off their shared blunt and said, “Maybe she's just a commitment-phobe?”

It was Occam's razor, which was especially embarrassing for Fezco, seeing as Lexi herself had explained the principle to him.

Lexi gasped. “You didn't,” she said.

Fezco laughed. “Felt dumb as shit when I realized you was just scared,” he said. He knew Faye was going to have the time of her life recounting the entire story to Lexi.

Lexi stared at him for a few seconds, her mouth hanging open, before he was rewarded with the delightful sound of her laughter, prompting his own to continue.

God, he loved her.

Once they had adequately recovered, Fezco said, “Yo, I saw this video of a cat and a lizard just like, chillin’. So I think Vito might be cool with yo’ girl.”

“I was thinking of naming her Titania, like from A Midsummer Night’s Dream, and I’d call her Titi,” Lexi said, smiling. His heart swelled, thinking back to their Valentine’s date, how perfectly she’d slotted against him as they enjoyed the play, how she’d whispered plot explanations into his ear whenever Shakespeare got a little too Shakespearean for his understanding.

“Vito and Titi,” Fezco said slowly, a mental image of their potential Halloween costume already formulating. Goddamn Faye. “That sounds like a cop show.”

He looked his girlfriend up and down, the memory of their morning together—before everything fell apart—flooding back to him. He had made her a promise that he intended to keep . . .

“You ready to go?” he asked.

“Wait,” Lexi said. “I didn’t even apologize or explain myself.”

Fezco looked around. “And you wanna do that at the grocery store?” he asked.

“You might have a point,” Lexi said, looking around, and for a second Fezco wondered whether she had forgotten they were at the grocery store. “We could finally go to that ramen bar?" she suggested.

Ramen did sound really good.

Make up sex sounded better.

Fezco squeezed her hand gently.

"Or we could go finish this conversation at my place?"

#asks!#blurbs

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dcwnthercbbithcle · 7 months

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Foaming at the mouth: Doe being used as an easy key for survival or safety.

" Why should we help you / Let you stay? " ' I KNOW DOE, I know Doe, I knew her before she lost her memories, we were close friends. She knows me! I'm cool! I can help you, I can help her,"

It's a boldfaced lie, but Doe doesn't know enough to dispute it. A part of her is made so so hopeful by the idea that while the other part of herself is in complete shock. She is staring them into the eyes and questioning and they're keeping the story consistent. They aren't breaking like she'd expect them to. It makes her hope want to take their insistence like validation, while her cynicism is ready to get up and give them a round of applause for the performance.

Doe lets them in, though she's now made entirely accountable for them, keeping them in line and making sure their needs are met. In exchange, they're on the hook to 'help' her with her memory and her life. No one considers it a permanent thing but the tension just makes it so so much worse.

Doe is needling at them, asking them things, putting more pressure, trying to see how long this goes on. Her belief that they aren't telling the truth just grows by the day but any kind of anger at being used is trumped by how impressed she is by how long they've kept this up and the ingenuity of it, honestly.

It's so fox-like, morally bankrupt and downright bastardous to use the bad / nonexistent memory of another person and their HOPE for any clue to their identity as a way into a group for survival and protection, but Doe can't damn it, she wants to say 'FUCK YOU,' but she can't. It's smart and if she was in their position, she'd do the same. To that extent she wants to shake their hand as much as she wants to kick the shit out of them for getting her hopes up.

The whole ordeal is a ticking time bomb of 'Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead' frenemy deal or an enemy based solely on the circumstances. Alternatively, it can quickly become a partner in crime deals. Doe sees the talent and the ability, and she's impressed. She'll vouch for them and the story, it might be a lie but no one will know, not when the both of them are willing it into truth. Doe will pull the strings and her position to ensure they have a place in the group. In exchange, of course, for those skills of deception and survival being used along with her own for The Greater Good (group survival and personal gain)

#🪩 quick slow high or low. || memes & open starters #🦌 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄. || this time she never returned

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payphonex · 2 years

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Well, this is the first time I've written in almost 3 years. I'm not even sure what to say, honestly. I feel like my entire life has been taken from me. I feel like I've forgotten how to write.

Am i supposed to be angry? in love? sad?

lost?

Im lost. I dont know who I am anymore. I gave up everything for this toxic relationship. I stopped going to bars, seeing my friends. i stopped talking to anybody especially over text because everything would be read. I stopped taking phone calls unless i was home alone, which was rare. I learned to shut up, not talk about my emotions because it would be such a big fight; i wasnt paying attention to how she felt when i was upset. Even now, as im writing this i am terrified she'll see it.

She'll say something, she always does. She'll disapprove and ill be in trouble.

again.

We broke up, about 3 weeks ago. I moved to Tennessee. Im finally with my dad. Honestly, the only reason i didnt stay in town was because i finally had the courage to block my mom.

Maybe the universe was telling me it was time to go.

I finally listened.

I dont know how to feel anymore. What im supposed to feel, ya know? In some aspects i feel numb. Im alone out here, truly alone. I guess the good thing about that is i cant get hooked on cocaine again.

I crave it all the fucking time. Being sober for 2 years really doesnt matter when i still smell it laying in bed.

I guess i can thank my sobriety on my now ex, we did get sober together. I cant thank her enough for that.

You know, its weird being back on here. I feel like i could throw up just downloading the app. My old account was deleted, my ex swears it wasnt her but im sure ill never know.

I found you again, i re-read some of things you had written. I really have been looking through rose coldered glasses when it came to you. The pain of losing you in my life was so fucking real for months.

atleast until i realized you truly threw me under the bus. like i was just some freak obsessed with you. I loved you, you were my family.

we were 'inseperable'. Remember? you said that.

"I understand that it'll never be us, part of me knew that it never would be, but i decided to let you fall anyway. make me think it was wrong."

You remember that? you wrote that. I can finally let you know,

it.

was.

wrong.

Because youre so stuck in my fucking head that it is hard to breathe. People still tell me about you, I could never truly get away from you.

I cant forget those nights.

I never could wipe away the fucking smell of lavender and vanilla

Ive never been good at cleaning windows either. Im sure your finger prints are still covering the view i could have had.

You've always been such a good liar. Keeping my at your hip for a backup plan just long enough to leave me drowning again.

The last time i heard your voice was the night my ex called you. I was plastered, black out drunk. I found out my tumblr was deleted that night.

I hit her. Busted her lip because i couldnt let go of you. So she called you. Of course you didnt answer, but the next morning you called me off of a friends phone. She forced me to answer the call.

You sounded like you fucking hated me. Why?

because you lead me on? because you got caught up in the consequences of YOUR actions?

you responded to me! when i wrote about you. You always replied. always.

It was never "leave me alone" or "we need to stop this"

You played me. you fucking used me.

you.

you fucking hurt me.

and i shouldve known better. but youre angry at me? annoyed with me?

it was easy for you to drop me, wasnt it?

I liked one of your posts. im sure youre gonna block me now. i bet you didnt even read this.

im letting you go. i guess this is my goodbye. im moving on and it feels good to finally express myself again. dont worry, my tumblrs always been my own private thing, noone you know will see this, incase youre embarrassed.

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patchesproblem · 2 years

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Patches actually rambles. None of this makes sense I'm so sorry in advanced.

Posting this on here instead of twitter because I talk enough on twitter. My twitter followers get to see my insanity more, but honestly kinda prefer typing everything on Tumblr since I'm not limited to the word limit.

But I'm just thinking of Einslas rn and just want to scream about them so badly. I'm sorry I legitimately don't know why I've just been going feral over these two lately. They have done more for my mental health than the things that are supposed to fix the chemical imbalance.

ALSO Some of this might be ooc but idc. It's almost one in the morning let me have my moment.

Rambling under the cut

This is mostly coming about because I want to write fluff but I can't figure anything out that isn't just them being cute and gay so I'll ramble a little on here and then go write them being cute and gay. Fluff without plot surpremacy <33

Anyways. I'm just thinking about how Einstein still acts like her old self around Tesla. Like it legitimately brings me so much joy knowing that they both haven't been completely destroyed because of their circumstances. I'm just thinking about her randomly going 'today's Tesla is cuter than normal' just to confuse Tesla and catch her off guard at random intervals. She waits literal years just to say that to fuck with her. I just know it. She's committed at this point.

Also Einstein just randomly being affectionate and Tesla can't do anything because as embarrassed as she is she doesn't want to shoo her away. It's literally just "I will KILL YOU!" Einstein just casually leans on her smiling. "Really now?" and Tesla just sits there staring at her.

I think I've mentioned it somewhere before but Tesla legitimately loves affection she just doesn't know how to actually react too it. Like when she comes up to Ein first then normally she's fine, but if Einstein randomly comes up to her and starts being affectionate she just kinda short circuits. Though she also just short circuits if anyone is around to witness it because the great and powerful Nikola Tesla refuses to be seen as 'vulnerable.' She says this as if the entire organization doesn't know how gay those two are but hey whatever helps her sleep at night.

Also I was thinking about it earlier and god.. Tesla probably isn't amused with how cold it normally is in their room but deals with it because she loves Ein and knows how badly she over heats. Being slightly cold is a small price to pay for your wife to not die of a heat stroke. She probably sleeps right up against her anyways so it's not that bad. Also probably has an extra blanket over herself because she's cold but we won't talk about that.

Also just them being soft little idiots and caring for each other is sending me rn. Like Ein see's how stressed and upset Tes is and just goes out of her way to intentionally do things to make her feel better to where she's comfortable enough to talk and it's justajofaofjao

Not even taking into account Tesla trying to comfort Ein and being extra about it all. Like she'll stay up all night just to make sure that she'll be okay, and refuses to sleep until she knows she's asleep. They're losers I say. Losers.

Also they probably have pictures of them as their phone wallpapers. I don't know why I just 100% believe they do. Einstein also has a matching phone charm of Tesla to go with Teslas phone charm (she canonically has this. I'm not joking) of her. They coordinate everything just trust me.

Einstein also probably just lays with Tesla while she waits for her dumbass to wake up. Not all the time, obviously. But she'll just lay there like ".. Well this is my life now." She's stupid. Idiotic, even. Dumbass in love with another even bigger dumbass.

Also just thinking about how they probably do each others make up semi-often. It's more closer to Einstein doing Tesla's make up since she doesn't really wear it to work because she simply doesn't care as much, but Tesla has done hers in the past. She will prop her wife up on a pedastool and make sure she girlbosses her way through life.

Also just them laying down together at night just fjaojfoafjoajfoa

Tesla just laying right up against Ein and just passing out five seconds later and Ein just sitting there glad that this is her life and running her fingers through the others hair as she sleeps. Just stupid idiots. Even when she just randomly threatens her in her sleep she's just like "Aw, look at her. That's the love of my life" meanwhile Teslas mumbling something with murderous intent. Like "I will fucking kill you if i get my hands on you. You're going to experience the fartherest extent of pain known to man kind." (Talking about Otto. Nightmares am I right.)

Like I know I'm just spewing nonsense but lieknfajofjaofjaodfjapfja

Einstein just loves everything Tesla does!! Even if it means she just destroyed an important government building!! She supports lesbians rights AND MOST IMPORTANTLY WRONGS!!!

Tesla just loves literally everything Einstein does even if it drives her up a wall!! Even when she's embarrassing her she doesn't even mind just because it's her. Even when she's intentionally being affectionate in front of others just to mess with her she literally can not be mad over it. SHe knows that she's messing with her and she'd be lying if she said she hated it. Girl fell in love with her because she's an actual menace to society and to everyone around her.

Okay I'm shutting up now it's almost one in the morning.

#patches rambles #einsla #I just love them so much you don't even understand #tbh I think at this point they've accidentally become how I cope LMAO #either that or hyperfixation is just Extremely Strong at this point #though they're also just adorable and stupid so that might be it too #idfk #I'd say I'm sorry but if you're following me you know how mentally ill on main I can get.#it's on you at this point #nikolas posts

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lzrdkween67 · 8 months

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How do you turn a blind eye to a loved one that doesn't want help

Doesn't want to be better

Doesn't want to be here

Doesn't care about themselves

I feel like I'm losing my mind

Sitting here in silence watching them die

And I talk and I talk

I try and I try

I scream and I yell

I cry and I break

Sometimes they pretend to hear it

Sometimes they just tell me to fuck off

Sometimes they cry with me

And tell me about the person they should have been

The way their eyes glisten in that moment

So fucking painful and bittersweet

It's like a flicker of the person they were supposed to be

Trapped in the cage of what they choose to be

I'm so fucking sick of cleaning up their messes

Their blood, their puke, their shit, their pain

The fucking pain

It's been drowning me

For as long as I can remember

It hurts so fucking bad

But they taught me

Or more like relentlessly beat into my brain

You don't give up on family, people you love

No matter how fucking painful it gets

If they're not worth enduring then you never loved them

Then why can't they ever endure themselves

For me

For my fucking sake

Or my fucking sanity

Oh, because she's always got their back

She will never let shit go south

Even if preventing it

Takes a piece from her every time

She will always figure it out

Your 28 year old fuck up of a daughter

Whose brain you permanently altered

Because that was the easier option

Yeah, she's got it

Like she's totally handling all of her own shit

She's not falling deeper in the darkness

The older and less alive we become

We didn't pile enough on her for her entire existence

What's one more thing, right

So we can keep having fun and dodging the pain

The accountability

The healing

All the bad shit

She'll carry it all for us

Until the end of everything

She's so beautiful still

Through everything we put her through

She'll always be beautiful

No matter what we pile on her

She's not cracking at the foundations

She's not tiptoeing to keep those cracks from splitting her apart

And spilling her wrath on all of us

Certainly her rage isn't burning her so severely

That you might as well watch her burn on the stake

While she screams for your help

Even if she knows you'll never come save her

She'll make sure everything is alright

Even if we can see she's not alright

She's a better person than us

We can count on her

She'll carry anything for us

She'll carry until her back breaks

And her psyche follows suit

While you shrug and find the next fix

Well what's going to happen when you can't count on her anymore

You never gave a fuck enough to entertain that thought did you

Or maybe you did

And it just never mattered enough

Now let's see if we make it another year.

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yahooanswersblog · 1 year

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Random Q/A's where I answered

Would it be weird to go to the movies alone?

- Yes, I would recommend that you don't unless you want to be a part of someone's mean tiktok video.

Would you explore Death Valley?

- Not during the summer.

been sober for a week, someone congratulate me.

- A week is plenty, IMO. It's OK to treat yourself once in a while, I think.

Where does it rain a lot? Thats where I want to live.

- The top 10 wettest states: https://www.worldatlas.com/articles/the-10-wettest-states-in-the-united-states-of-america.html

Spotify YAY or NAY ?

- Yay to them and their competitors. And fuck Neil Young for acting like they're so immoral for hosting Joe Rogan.

How is the weather where you are? It’s gong to be 112 here today

- Too hot. I live in one of the coldest US states too. But not 112, thankfully.

Are glasses attractive in a man?

- I’m not into guys but I don't see why it would or should be. Guys with glasses can look like they're not masculine enough or something like that.

Ever look for something and it was in your hand?

- It would happen every once in a while, more so when I was a child. I felt like an idiot.

Every once in a very great while, it can still happen. Sometimes it's my very own hot dog and sack of meatballs I'm trying to find, and to my surprise, there it was in my hand all along.

📲 Would you want to text me?

- I probably would if you're not a catfish.

What do you do when your still stuck on someone from 8 years ago?

- Contact them, prepare to get rejected once again like I'm about to. In my case it's my like 11 years ago so just a bit more pathetic.

How much damage could your best friend do to you if you ever had a falling out?

- IDK what it's like to even have a best friend. I guess it might feel like a divorce, whatever that really feels like.

🏡 Do you live in a house? Apartment? Condo? Trailer? Something else?

- Apt

What should I do after feeling sick from drinking 3 bottles of vodka

- Have some more to numb the pain.

Who's playing let's pass Lindsey around and see when she breaks? She'll never break... who knows how she folds herself at the waist ready to get a dicking?

- I’m a legit user and I was not "randomly selected" for VIP. If you lost your account, would someone inherit yours? I don't expect you or anyone to know. (I'm 95% sure not)

I'm not some hall monitor on this site, I was only wondering out loud.

What’s a song you think everyone should know about?

- The entire album Dahmer by Macabre.

What song do you listen to to feel motivated?

- Don't Stop by Fleetwood Mac. Although, I never really reach for songs to feel motivated. It's just a song that makes me think it would be if I did.

Do you pick up money if you see it on the floor?

- With no sign of whoever dropped it nearby? Sure. Why should I let it be someone else's lucky day.

When was the last time you were black out drunk? 🍹 🍷 🥃 🍻

- If that's ever even happened to me once... does falling asleep while drunk, then waking up to vomit likely mean you "blacked out"? If so, the very end of 2006.

Testing if I'm shadowbanned. Answer please

- Ah shadowbanning. Didn't know/not sure if that's a thing on here.

Would you accept an indecent proposal? At what cost?

- If it was the kind of money Robert Redford offered in the movie with that name.

I take back my response to this question, on an account I'm locked out of: https://ask.fm/not_a_creeper/answers/148043103538.

Centipedes are not one of the most annoying. I've grown to appreciate them a bit.

The kind I've been reminded of since answering that question is in the shape of a teardrop, afraid of light, and very resilient. I'll omit it's name though, in case they're at all like Beetlejuice.

What was the last exciting birthday you had?

- n/a. They've all been underwhelming.

what are some weird food combinations that you enjoy? Something you eat but everyone else finds weird?

- Carrots in oatmeal can be pretty nice, but it's not quite unheard of either.

How much do you weight?

- I think slightly below 155.

Happy 4th cuties

- I wonder if questions sent on here can get delayed. Or, they probably spread more once someone answers a question late too.

My ex Adam keeps calling and texting me. I answer bc I don’t wanna be rude. What is his deal?

- It sounds like you've put his happiness before yours. Way to go!

How do you get friends on here I don't even have any in real life. How pathetic am I???

- Is that your pic though? Usually someone this desperate is a young man.

Rap or Hiphop

- Just two different kinds of feces to me.

#askfm

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kandadiff · 1 year

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Van Der Wulff : Secrets Revealed

The purple Lamborghini of Joker's at Robin's insistence. If you were fine, why didn't you at least call? He didn't trust his father to tell him the whole truth regarding you. Besides, he trusted Shawn just as much as he trusted J.

After entering Negan's house like he owned it, two nervous looking maids escorted the leaders of The Playhouse to the leader of The Saviors. Negan sat in his sunroom, the room was large with floor to ceiling windows letting in the light of the late afternoon. Simon sat across from Negan listening carefully to his boss, who had one ear to his cellphone and the pulling out a cigarette. Two other men stood behind negan ready to take orders if and when he barked them out. Negan didn't notice either man walk in until they sat by Simon who was clearly bothered by the intrusion.

"Shawn, you don't even know the shit storm you started...." he chuckled darkly "Now bring her the fuck back here- I don't fucking give a fuck about that shit!" There was a lengthy pause where Negan looked up nodding at J, who smiled in return. He could hear bits of shawns pleading - possibly shouting voice on the phone. Negan cut him off "Don't. Make. Me. Come. And. Fucking. Get. You." The threat was clear in his voice. Robin heard Shawns attempt at a retort but Negan cut it short with a click of his phone before sighing and looking at the two men in his company. "I'm going to fuck that kid up."

For a moment, no one spoke except Negan who ordered one of the men behind him to get him a drink and the other to get his brother over here. Robin glanced at Simon who looked at him in response. He didn't want to talk with him there, why? Was it because technically, J and him were not part of the family? Robins eyes shifted to J, who seemed throughly entertained by whatever shenanigans Shawn was pulling.

"What happened?" Robin finally asked, earning a look from Simon.

Negan shook his head, clearly annoyed at the entire situation. "My son is a fucking idiot! We're here looking for this little purse dog and shes in fucking Greece because my son wanted to put a fucking ring on her finger! A ring he didn't even fucking pay for! I did!" Robins felt his heart drop at the mention of you marrying shawn and also guilt about telling Mark about Xavier's past but decided to ignore those feelings for now. He could sort through his emotions later.

"Is she okay?"

The man came back with his drink and Negan took a long sip before nodding. J laughed. "Shes fine as far as i fucking know. But he won't let her have a phoen, scared she'll come home. Stupid fucking-" Negan shook his head, gripping the glass cup so hard in nearly shattered in his hand.

"He's holding her hostage there." Robin said matter of factly.

J turned to him. "Not a hostage if shes having fun. Hell, maybe she did marry him? What a beautiful bride she'd make. Don't you think?" J's red lips smile curled up antagonizing his son. Robin tore his eyes away and looked at Negan.

"Whatever the fuck is going on over there is stopping. He needs to be here, not trying to marry a girl who doesn't give a shit about him anyway."

"Yes, my godson, your heir to the throne, should be here, learning the ways of the criminal underbelly. And that little bunny girl should be here as a centerpiece in my house." J said it with such exaggeration that Robin couldn't tell if it was sarcasm, until his smile was replaced by a straight line. "But my heir, is actually missing and that freak in jail might be guilty. Where are we on that?"

"I thought he was your heir." Simon finally spoke up motioning to Robin with a flick of his wrist. J ignored him.

"Are we sure she is - missing, i mean.?" Negan asked finishing his drink. As much as Robin wanted to, he couldn't fault him. The older man's tone wasn't malicious - it was a genuine question. "She's 'disappeared' before." he put air quotes around disappeared. "I've had people look into her accounts but she's got a lot of people willing to pay for her - so no activity doesn't mean much."

"She is." Robin said with confidence. His mind flashing back to all the terrible things he was picturing before.

"Then she's obviously a priority." He sighed running his hands over his face. "Shawn claims she isn't there but your father was right." Negan said just as one of the other men came back telling him his brother was on the phone. He left the room to take the call.

"Right about what?"

Simon spoke up not looking at either man. "The time you were in Hawaii she called him, told him to look into your friend- the one in custody. Maybe he knew about it and threatened her or took her somewhere." Simon sighed "Is there any place you can think of?"

There was very few things money couldn’t buy in the town especially in a city where the cops could be bought with a couple rolled up stacks of $100 bills. Xavier, in the same clothes he had been wearing for the past 4 days, was escorted into one of the empty offices of the precinct. They warned him not to be stupid, sat him on one of the foldable chairs and I cuffed him. He still saw officers outside the doors, snuffing out his chance of escape. So he waited patiently preparing himself with a brawl with the annoying detective Mark, who insisted that he was guilty of his girlfriend missing. Though Xavier maintained his innocence the stubborn man refused to even acknowledge his alibis. Xavier had been preparing for this fight since he realized Mark wasnt just taking the case so seriously because he was worried about his friends daughter, no- it was because the older man was in love with you. When Xavier told him how sad that was Mark nearly snapped on him there only being held back by his partner in the integration room.

He breathed deeply looking around the room. He knew Mark was stronger then him but he’d probably only fight with his fists. If Xavier was going to win, he had to be resourceful and use everything to his advantage. He eyed the coat rack in the corner, he could possibly break off one of the hooks and use it as a makeshift shiv or put one of the sharpened pencils through the cocky man’s eye.

His thought were interrupted when the door opened and in walked Damien, a backpack slung over his shoulder. His smile faded upon seeing the serious expression on his friends face. “Hey.” Damien have a small nod of acknowledgement and sat down across the desk. His blue eyes scanned over Xavier as though analyzing every little bit about him. He said nothing as he slid the backpack over the dark wood desk. Xavier opened it, the smile slowly returning to his face when he saw it had a new set of clothes. “Thanks, man.” Xavier, having never really been shy, quickly got to work putting in the fresh set of clothes. Once dressed his sat back down, disregarding the clothes that he had previously worn.

“I spoke to Draven.” Damien said his voice was void of emotion.

“And did she tell these dumbasses that I was there the night she went missing?”

“She did.” He nodded and Xavier scoffed. “But you never told me why.”

“I wanted to surprise Adi for Christmas.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I didn’t think anyone was home so I came in through the window. This isn’t the first time I’ve done that and it was about 3 in the morning. I didn’t think anyone would be awake.”

“Did you leave after you saw Adi wasn’t there?”

“No.” Xavier said raising an eyebrow. His eyes darted around the rooms for cameras but seeing none he continued. “I fell asleep for a couple hours then went to your house.”

“Where did you think she was?”

Xavier scoffed “are you interrogating me now?”

“I’m trying to make sense of the your story.”

“My story?” He shook his head in disbelief. "I'm not making this up."

"Just humor me. So i can hear it from you."

Xavier ran his hands through his messy hair and sighed. "I thought she was with her parents." Damien didn't say anything, he knew that was a lie. "I fell asleep waiting for her and-"

Damien heaved out a large sigh. "When you lie it makes it hard to believe you." Xavier shot him a look "I know you're lying and there is no cameras in this room. I've known Adi for years, and i know she would never sleep over at her parents hotel over her own. So, you who has known her since childhood should know that too. What were you doing there?" Xavier and Damien stared at each other for a long time. The thoughts that swirled in their heads echoing in the silence of the room. Damien broke the silence. "Why did you go to my father?"

Xavier stood up and rolled his eyes. "Did your father tell you that?" He sneered. "I went to him to talk."

"About what?" Damien's calm voice worried Xavier. Normally, Damien wore his emotions out in the open, everyone knew what he was feeling just by the look on his face. But now, he looked just like Lucian. Cold and distant. Xavier knew that Damien most likely knew why he went to Lucian and there was no way he would believe that it wasn't for malicious intent. Especially now that his girlfriend who he had given a breakdown and the woman who stabbed him just 2 weeks ago was missing.

The lack of sleep for the past few days was playing on Xavier's own volatile emotions. He found himself looking at the coat rack again, and it scared him how quickly his mind went to hurting his friend. Though it was Damien's icy voice that pulled him forcefully him from his thoughts. "Answer me."

"She was with Shawn!" Xavier shouted at him. All the frustration from that past days he spent in the small jail cell was coming out full force and he didn't want to stop it. After all Damien was his friend, he was supposed to have his back and he was letting other people influence his opinion of him! "I have a fucking tracker on her phone! Whenever its on, I can see! That stupid bitch was at Shawn's father's fucking club! On Christmas fucking eve! Instead of with me! So thats why the fuck i showed up there! I was going to catch her in the act! Or catch that loser trying something! I was fucking pissed when i saw where she was! So i snuck into her room! And when she didnt come home i went to the club! it was closed! so i went to your house to try and find out where Negan lived but you were all so high no one told me shit! My girlfriend is missing and the last person with her was Shawn! I should be out there looking for her but instead you question me about the slut you keep around?! That bitch stabbed me!" He tore his shirt down to show the healing scar. "You think i was going to take that lying down! Her and Robin but into my relationship and she trys to kill me! Instead of any anger or repercussions or anything! She walks away! Adi was taken from me before i'm not going to let your whore do that again! I went to your father because i wanted to scare her so she would keep her fucking nose out of my business! But he told me to leave her alone because 'she is family'! I don't care! I hope someone took her! And I hope shes somewhere not even your fathers money can get to-"

Damien swung his fist so hard it clocked Xavier into the coat rack. His head hit the wall and for a moment he grew dizzy. But just for a moment. Before Damien could clock his fists back again, Xavier grabbed the hook of the coat rack plunging it into Damien's cheek, until it came out on the other side. Damien let out a wail of agony and within seconds the two officers posted just outside the door, dragged Xavier back to his cell.

"Are you okay?" One of the officers quickly went to Damiens side. But he shoved them away, holding his cheek with the protruding hook. Max was right. Xavier was dangerous, he always had been. It was under control for a while but here - there were too many things that set him off and breaking into the sorority house and going behind his back to his father to hurt people dear to him was too much. Xavier had to get away from here, and get help.

For the last few days the sorority was surrounded by all sides of the media on the outside and a full house on the inside. Your mother, however decided to rent a large AIRBNB so she could greet the press, without too many people getting in her way. Due to your mothers, love of the spotlight and the press's love of her, your father went as well along with my parents.

The school had opted for online classes with optional attendance for the rest of the girls in the sorority given the circumstances while in person classes were mostly cut in half.

Draven was one of the people who opted to skip both. Though, no one held it against her. She had been unable to sleep much or at all since we've gone missing. Her eyes seemed permanently rimmed red from either crying or lack of sleep and she had lost 2 pounds in just 4 days since she wasn't eating and barely even drinking.

Edward had ceased traveling between his house and Draven's. He chose to move in, at first he was going to stay in your room but when he tried to lay in your bed, he was met with an overwhelming feeling of loneliness and instead slept in Draven's room on a pullout bed that was hidden under her own.

It was about 9 when they drifted off into a restless sleep. Draven, normally was a deep sleeper but now she kept her door open and any noise she heard she would stir awake caught between a dream state and an awake state. Which is why she heard Robin and Damien coming up the stairs but Ed had to shake her fully awake when he announced himself.

"Why are you here?" Ed asked then realizing who it was shot up. "Did they find her?" He hating how his voice grated against his vocal cords. He was distressed and disheveled and looked like it. his long hair stuck up at odd places, he smelled of the pack of cigrettes he had been smoking and the bags under his eyes were large and puffy. But Damien or Robin were both friends with Xavier- the only question was did they want to protect him more? or the girls he hurt?

"I know where Adi is." Robin said and Edwards heart felt like it was going to leap from his chest and out his throat.

"Where?"

"Greece. Shawn's keeping her there."

Suffice to say, no one slept after Robin's confession. It took Draven, Katya and Damien to calm Edward enough for him to listen before he jumped in his truck and running straight to Negan's house.

Robin revealed all he knew and then Damien added his encounter with Xavier. He also revealed the facts that he shared with Mark on a phone call. Damien revealed that he and Robin spoke to Mark, telling him of Xavier's past obsession with a girl who almost led to him murdering her husband and trying to impregnat her so she would stay with him forever. "Xavier is sick, he needs help and he can't be here to receive it."

"What makes you think she'll even come to testify?" Hoodie asked. "What if she's still scared of him?"

"She's more pissed off that he's free than she is scared." Robin said. "I spoke to her myself. She can do everything over the phone and after making a deal with Mark. He's going to be put in an asylum."

"Just until he gets better." Damien added, the sympathy for his friend clear in his voice.

"He should rot in there." Katya spat and Edward agreed.

After talking, most stayed at the sorority and Damien went back to his penthouse to break the news to Tatianna and Austin. Edward, Katya, Draven and Robin went back to Negan's house.

Edward went off, claiming that if anyone was going to bring you back it would be him. Without much convincing Negan agreed saying "He needs a good beating - just don't kill him." As much as draven wanted to go and probably beat Shawn within an inch of his life, she knew she couldn't. She had to stay here. She had to play leader until everything was sorted out and back to normal. She sent Katya with him, they were on a flight by 4 AM.

#vdw

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fanficimagery · 4 years

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Misery Business pt. I

Imagine moving in with the Molina's after an incident back home. Instead of being angry, you realize this is your second chance to be truly happy and you really hope it goes better than your first attempt.

Words: 6.1K Author's Note: I'm a sucker for three idiot ghost boys which is why I'm back, only in this imagine everyone is alive. Yes that includes Rose Molina as well :) Soulmate!AU too so have fun with that. FYI, Y/N will be "musically talented" but since I can't write music to save my life then "Y/N's music" will come from a little band that goes by the name of Paramore and by James Arthur.

Julie and three of her best guy friends are in the family studio outside, writing and jamming and just having the time of their life. Alex, Reggie, and Luke are about two years older than Julie, but the boys overlooked the teeny tiny age gap because her killer voice was exactly what their band was missing. The entire high school knew exactly who the boys of Sunset Curve were so they were all surprised when they took sophomore Julie Molina under their wing and rebranded their band.

Julie's family was very supportive of her music, especially her mother Rose, and she let Julie and the boys use her studio whenever they wanted so long as they all kept up their grades. They're usually left alone when Julie and Luke are in writing mode, so it's a bit of a surprise to see Ray and Rose entering the studio.

Alex is the first to notice them, nudging Reggie and gesturing to Mr. and Mrs. Molina, and then Reggie tosses a pillow at Luke's head to get his attention. Luke's rather rude remark is on the tip of his tongue, but his eyes widen upon seeing Julie's parents.

"Jules. Julie!" He hisses. "Your mom and dad are here."

"Hmm. What?" Julie finally looks away from her journal, her eyes widening before a beaming smile breaks out. "Mami! Papi. What brings you two here?"

"Hey mija," Ray says. "Can we talk real quick?"

"Of course!"

She glances at the boys and they're quick to start packing up, but Ray gestures for them to stay put. "It's okay, boys. You can stay for this."

Rose smiles. "After all, you are family too."

Every time Rose or Ray mention that the boys are family, they can't help but smile goofily. None of the boys have the type of relationship with their parents that Julie has with hers, so they're all grateful the Molina's accept them as if they were a Molina as well. Julie smiles as the boys, who are all practically older brothers to her, gather around her and Luke to hear what's going on.

On his way further into the studio, Ray grabs a chair for Rose and she takes a seat while Ray stands behind her, gripping the back of her chair. "Okay," he exhales a little roughly, "so you know the drama your cousin went through a few months ago?"

Julie frowns. "Yeah."

"Well it seems Y/N isn't doing so well," Rose says. "Your tía thinks a change of location is what's best for her."

"Y/N wants to move here?"

"Well not exactly," Ray says. "Y/N doesn't know. If we agree to take her in, then Y/N will be told of her relocation."

Julie nods, looking thoughtful. "Okay."

"Okay?" Ray muses. "What does okay mean?"

"Well I'm assuming you're only telling me because you never make a big decision without seeing what me and Carlos think," Julie says and then smiles brightly. "I love Y/N. Carlos loves Y/N, so I know he already voted yes."

Rose chuckles. "He did. I believe his words were I will throw down for Y/N any day of the week. Bring her home."

Julie snorts. "Of course he did." Then after glancing between her mom and dad, she nods with a gentler smile. "Whatever she needs. I'll even decorate the guest bedroom for her."

"That's nice, mija." Ray then looks over the boys, eyes settling on Reggie. "No flirting."

"I- what?"

"No flirting!"

Luke and Alex snort as Reggie gasps in mock outrage, but everyone knows Reggie is the one to flirt first and ask questions later. Ray and Rose laugh as they ready to leave the studio, Rose walking over to kiss her daughter on the temple before disappearing after her husband.

As soon as the teenagers are left alone, the boys whirl on Julie.

"So who's Y/N?" Alex asks, smiling innocently.

"And what was the drama a few months ago?" Luke wonders.

Julie glances between all three boys before sighing. "I'm only telling you this because it's highly likely she'll be coming soon." She has their full attention. "Y/N is my older cousin. Last year she met her soulmate."

"Aww," Alex coos.

"Or so we thought."

His smile immediately falls. "Oh."

Julie cringes. "Yeah. Apparently some new transfer student at her school liked my cousin so much that he decided he wanted to be her one and only. Really creepy dude," she says. "So somehow he figured out what her words were and made sure those were the first words he spoke to her." Their eyes widen. "When she spoke to him in return, he memorized the words and had them tattooed on. Then he refused to let her see the words, under the guise that they were in a private spot she couldn't see until they got to know each other better, until they healed."

"What the hell," Luke breathes. "That such a-"

"Dick move," Reggie mutters.

Alex nods in agreement. "Yeah. What they said."

Julie smiles sadly at her friends. "She was with him for a year before he met his real soulmate and then he tried to juggle them both. Y/N was really torn up about it."

"Who wouldn't be?" Alex says. "That is so messed up."

"It is. But if there's one thing I know about my cousin it's that she doesn't want people to tiptoe around her." Julie grins then. "So be yourselves like you are with me, just don't flirt with her."

Alex stares down his two guy best friends until they huff and nod in agreement. "I think they can handle that."

Stepping out of the Uber in front of your tío's house, you're grateful you stopped being annoyed with your mom for making you move long enough to accept the money she transferred into your bank account. The ride from the airport to the Molina household wasn't exactly a cheap one and you regretted not letting your family pick you up when you saw what you owed.

But now you're here, one duffel bag hanging from your shoulder and a medium-sized suitcase sitting by your feet. You only have a moment to take it all in before the front door is opening, and your tío and tía are exiting the house to greet you.

"You're here!" Rose smiles and is quick to pull you into a hug. "How was your flight?"

"Decent. Just a little turbulence. I might have barfed. Twice."

Rose and Ray laugh, and then Ray's tugging you into a hug of his own. "We're so glad to have you, mija. Julie and her friends have just about finished with your room. They're really excited to have you here."

"And I'm excited to be here." Pulling out of the hug, you're met with two identical expressions that practically say Are you really?. "Well now I am." All three of you chuckle. "I was a little upset at the short notice, but I'm totally over it. I am a little tired though, so yeah."

"Oh. Of course. Just head on up, mija. You know where the guest bedroom is," Rose says. "Ray and I need to go get some groceries for tonight. Does arroz con pollo sound good?"

You groan quietly. "It sounds fantastic. My mom could never quite make it like you do."

Ray laughs. "Well my sister is not the cook she claims to be. Now go on. Rest up and we'll see you for dinner."

As Ray and Rose take their leave, you grab your suitcase and drag it inside behind you. You can hear laughter coming from upstairs so that's where you head towards, and you're not surprised to see Julie, Flynn, and who appears to be Julie's bandmate Alex tacking up some fairy lights and draping them across your headboard. The bedroom, which was usually bare except for the bed and dresser, has many of your personal things scattered about that had been shipped a little over a week ago now. However the sheer black curtains, the maroon comforter bed set, and the lights they're hanging up are all new.

"A-hem." You clear your throat, smiling when all three teens freeze and turn towards you. "Are you guys seriously having fun without me?" The blonde boy grins as the two girls squeal, you dropping your duffel bag next to your suitcase just as Julie and Flynn launch themselves at you. Your arms are spread wide as they wrap themselves around you and you bring your own arms down around their shoulders to squeeze them in return. "Did you girls miss me?"

"Uh duh!" Flynn is the first to retort.

Julie pulls back just enough to look you in the face. "We're going to have so much fun."

"So much." You can't help but chuckle, your attention then sliding to the quiet blonde. "Alex, right?"

He smiles. "Yeah. Hi. It's nice to meet you."

"You too, man. I keep up with the band on Youtube and can I just say that you absolutely kill it on the drums? I mean holy shit. You're awesome!"

Alex blushes as Julie points at him. "See! Own your awesomeness. My cousin thinks you're cool, therefore you are cool."

Both girls finally release you, Flynn stumbling back to sit on the edge of what is now your bed. Julie stays right where she's at, arm wrapped around your waist as you both stare at her bandmate. You nod and smile at him. "You really are. We definitely need to jam some time."

Alex seems to perk up then. "Y-You're into music too?"

Flynn snorts. "The Molina's are all freakishly talented. I'm almost jealous."

You roll your eyes fondly at Flynn. "Shush. You're talented in other areas." Then looking at Alex, you grin. "I sing and write. Not as amazing as Julie, of course, but I can hold my own. I like to perform-"

"Just not in front of an audience," Julie muses.

"-and just let go. The rush of it all feels good." You turn to pout at your cousin. "And yeah, not in front of an audience of strangers." You stare at Alex once more. "Friends and family is fine, just not like a legit stage. I'll projectile vomit like that one girl in Pitch Perfect." All three teens snort, that movie having been popular with all of them.

Alex then grins. "We'll definitely have to jam then once you're settled in."

A brief moment of silence descends upon the room, but Flynn is not having it. She claps her hands once, garnering everyone's attention. "So before we get comfortable, lets address the elephant in the room." You groan as she smiles broadly. "How are you holding up?"

"I'm fine, guys."

"Really? Your sudden move states otherwise."

"Flynn!" Julie scolds. Alex seems to freeze, his gaze darting between you and Flynn.

Flynn grimaces as she seems to think she's crossed a line, but you merely roll your eyes. "What exactly did my mom tell your dad?" You turn to ask Julie.

"Um," she gulps and fidgets in place. "I was just told that you weren't doing so good after everything that happened."

You snort. "Seriously?" Julie nods and you chuckle, shaking your head. "Guys, I'm fine. Honestly! I got over the heartbreak like a week after it happened and then I was just pissed off. But my friends helped me realize some things and I'm good now."

"But then why did your mom say you weren't?" Julie wonders.

"I love my mom, but she's a moron," you say. You drag Julie over to your bed, kicking off your shoes along the way and crawl to sit against the headboard. Julie does the same and you gesture for Alex to join Flynn at the foot of your bed. He does, smiling to be included. Once everyone's settled, you say, "So Jerry, who was the guy pretending to be my soulmate," you explain for Flynn and Alex, "has been trying to get in contact with me ever since I blocked him on everything I could. A couple weeks ago while I was out partying with some friends, Jerry and his soulmate were at the same party I was at. I didn't notice them, but they noticed me and they somehow managed to come up with the idea that I was stalking them."

"What a bitch," Flynn immediately blurts. Alex nods along with her.

"Anyway, Jerry's soulmate confronted me and I was completely blindsided by how angry she was with me. I mean, Jerry's the one who tricked me! Not the other way around." You shake your head in annoyance. "She made some hella stupid accusations and she threw a punch."

Julie gasps. "She didn't!?"

"She did. Now I'm not stupid, so I let her hit me a couple of times before I took my first swing. Fortunately for me, she clawed me," you pull your shirt down to show them three marks just above your cleavage, "and she was arrested when the cops got there. After giving my statement and getting statements from the witnesses, they determined I acted in self defense and let me go home. Mom took the little altercation as me spiraling and acting out, so she shipped me off."

"Jesus," Julie sighs. "That's messed up."

"It really is. But oh well. What happened, happened, and now I get to live with my favorite people."

All four of you laugh before Alex gestures towards your chest, sobering up some. "I have some cream that you can use so it'll fade the scars. My soulmate likes to skateboard and he gets pretty banged up every now and then so I keep a stash of that stuff for him."

You smile fondly at him. "Yes, please. The first time my real soulmate sees the girls," you shimmy your chest just the slightest, "I don't want him to see my battle wounds."

Julie swats you with the back of your hand and you laugh at her exasperated expression as the other two break down into giggles.

Lounging around in your room, you ask Julie about her other two bandmates but Alex tells you they had family obligations they couldn't get out of. Carlos gets dropped off by his friend's mom and he joyously jumps onto the middle of the bed when he realizes you're finally there. So that's how Ray and Rose find the five of you, laughing and joking in your new room before dinner is ready and making plans to hang out the following day when everyone could meet up.

After explaining to your tío and tía the real reasoning your mother had you sent away, it was like a weight was lifted off their shoulders and they were more at ease in your presence. You laughed at their sheepishness, at how they thought they had a rightfully heartbroken teenager on their hands with no clue how to ease said heartache. But when all was said and done, everyone seemed to be themselves around you.

Alex had shown up that afternoon, soulmate in tow, and immediately you asked to play with Willie's hair. Both boys had laughed, Willie agreed and readily sat on the floor between your knees as Julie and Alex Facetimed Flynn about any upcoming open mic nights they could book. Willie had a box of random hair supplies in his lap and you saw how he kept running his fingers over a feather and some small silver hoops. Without even asking him, you grabbed a couple of silver hoops, a feather, and set them aside. You had him tilt his head and he did so without questions, closing his eyes as you started to part and section the hair on the right side of his head. Alex smiled every time he looked over at the two of you and you happily gave Willie three thin braids about five inches long before letting the rest of his hair hang loose. The two outer braids had the silver hoops clipped in and the braid in the middle held the feather you had braided in with a thin leather cord. When you were finished and then combed out Willie's hair one last time, you told him you were done and had to bite back a laugh at the way Alex gulped. Willie eagerly went to check himself out in the mirror, beaming at his reflection before turning around and pulling you into a hug.

While your tío Ray and tía Rose worked, and Carlos spent time at his friend's house, you and Julie ordered in some pizza for yourselves, Alex, and Willie. They had no plans at all for the day so the four of you went out to Rose's studio garage when Flynn finally showed up.

Flynn has the bright idea to do karaoke, pulling out the equipment and setting up a laptop Julie had in the studio for this occasion.

Flynn killed it on Nicki Minaj's Starships, you and Julie sang Mamma Mia and were joined by a very enthusiastic Alex. Willie absolutely refused to sing, but that was okay because he knew the choreography for Backstreet Boys Everybody and you eagerly pulled him up to dance with yourself and Julie. Tío Ray and Tía Rose showed up with Carlos in tow, and you and Julie laughed joyously as her parents sang through Journey's Don't Stop Believin'.

Everyone was laughing and having a good time, but as the sun was going down the parental figures went inside to talk through dinner ideas and clean up a little.

You ask Julie if she has any originals you have yet to hear, but as she goes to go grab a journal Alex speaks up. "What about you? You said you wrote, right? I need to hear an original."

"I, uh, sure." You shrug. You turn towards Julie, eyeing the laptop. "Are my instrumentals still on there?"

She grins. "Yeah. Can I choose?"

"Go for it." You get up to go see which song of yours she's going to choose, smiling softly when you see her choice. Alex is practically bouncing in his seat, Willie is shaking his head at him in fond amusement, and Flynn looks torn between recording with her phone. When you nod at her, she beams and gets ready to hit record on her phone.

"So before Julie hits play, I just want you guys to know I wrote this song while I was Jerry. He absolutely loathed it when he first heard it because he thought I was singing about someone else." You huff a laugh. "The song was honestly about a couple on a TV show I got fixated on, but he didn't believe me. So anyway, I might be a little rusty, but Julie loves it so here goes nothing.

Julie hits play. The violin starts and you smirk when you see Alex's eyebrows raise. Then the drums, guitar, and bass kick in and his eyes widen just as his jaw drops when your attitude completely changes.

"I'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top. She's got a body like an hourglass, it's ticking like a clock. It's a matter of time before we all run out. When I thought he was mine, she caught him by the mouth."

You keep singing, singing to Julie, but then it goes silent before the chorus kicks in and you find yourself back to back with your cousin as she joins you. "Woah, it was never my intention to brag. To steal it all away from you now. But God, does it feel so good 'cause I got him where I want him now. And if you could, then you know you would 'cause God, it just feels so.. It just feels so good."

Willie whoops and you laugh your way through the next few lines, rocking your shoulders and even throwing in a couple of head bangs for good measure.

But then the music quiets just so and you face the boys. "I watched his wildest dreams come true and not one of them involving you. Just watch my wildest dreams come true. Not one of them involving.." You head bang now, twisting your head back and forth so your hair wildly flips back and forth. Julie plays the air guitar and you're laughing, having made yourself dizzy in the process. But then as one particular part comes up, you sidle up to Julie's side, your face just inches from the side of her own face as she stares forward. "Woah I never meant to brag, but I got him where I want him now."

Your chest aches from putting your all into your own song, sweat beading at your hairline as you jump around dancing. You're exhausted by the end of the song, but it's well worth it to see Alex's gobsmacked expression.

The studio falls silent, but it's Willie and Flynn who jump to their feet. Their utter amazement and joyfulness makes you a little sheepish, but then Alex is standing to his feet. "Holy shit."

"Right?" Julie cackles. "I've been begging her to play live with us for one song, but she won't."

"Are you frickin' kidding me?!" The new voice has your head snapping in it's direction, the boy in a leather jacket and red flannel wrapped around his waist staring at you in wonder. "What is it with you Molina's and your musical talents?"

Your face flames at his praise, eyes then darting to the boy with shaggy hair and a sleeveless shirt gaping at you. You chuckle nervously and Julie wraps an arm around your shoulders, grinning as she introduces you. "And here we have Reggie and Luke. Guys, this is my cousin Y/N."

"Dude, will you marry me?" Luke's words make everyone laugh out loud, but you freeze.

Julie, having felt you tense up, stares at you. "Y/N? Are you-"

But you cut her off, eyes solely on Luke as you say, "Bro, don't call me dude." Your mocking tone makes Flynn snort.

Not only is it Luke's turn to freeze, but so do Alex and Reggie. Their eyes widen as they stare between you and Luke, your heart beating triple when you realize just who this is.

"Oh my god," Alex mutters.

"Oh my god!" Reggie exclaims, smile instantly beaming.

"OH MY GOD!" Julie shouts, arm tightening around your shoulder. "Did he just- did you just say.." You nod, your breathing becoming a little erratic. Julie notices and turns you so she grips you by the shoulders and you're staring directly into her face. "Hey, it's okay. You're fine. Luke's one of the good ones."

You gulp. "I- it's not that," you murmur. "But he said.. and I need to see-"

Before you can finish, the presence of said boy is right next to you and Julie. You startle at his appearance, but then he's holding out his arm between you and your cousin and you glance down to see the words that have been stamped into his skin since the day of his birth. There on the space just below the crease of his elbow are the words bro, don't call me dude.

You laugh, a little wetly, but no one dares to call you out on it. Instead, you turn and lift your shirt so he can see his own words stamped on your ribs. A faint touch has you flinching away and giggling, and Julie snorts as you pout at Luke who seems to realize you're ticklish.

"OH MY GOD! YOU GUYS ARE SOULMATES!" Flynn shouts. "THIS IS SO COOL!"

And just like that the tension is broken, everyone laughing and cheering. You're having trouble holding Luke's gaze, his crinkled eyes and swoon-worthy smile making you want to reach out and hug him. So when you see his fingers twitch and tap out a beat against his leg before he clenches his fists closed, you cave and pull him into a hug. He hesitates a moment before he sighs, wrapping his arms tightly around you in return.

"Hey. ¿Qué está pasando? (What's going on?) Rose wonders. Apparently the cheering had caught tía Rose and tío Ray's attention.

You and Luke break apart, but your arms remain touching as you both stare at Julie's parents like you'd been caught doing something wrong. And since the two of you can't seem to form words, Julie giggles before filling them in. "Luke and Y/N are soulmates. They said each other's words."

Ray and Rose immediately look at you in shock, and you can feel your face heating up. Slowly, you smile at your tía's concerned expression and immediately she's beaming as she makes a beeline for you. "Mija! That's wonderful news." You laugh as she hugs you and then laugh even harder when you see your tío Ray clamp a hand down on Luke's shoulder. Then releasing you and turning towards Luke, tía Rose smiles as she opens her arms wide before moving in to hug him. "I'm happy for you too, mijo. Welcome to the family." Then pulling back, she says, "Not that you weren't already part of the family, but you know."

Luke chuckles, ears turning red. "Thanks, Mrs. Molina."

"Well this is a cause for celebration," Ray says. "Anyone feeling up to pasta?" Julie, Flynn, and Reggie all whoop in unison. "You going to join us, Willie?"

Willie, never usually around for long periods of time with Julie's family, is surprised to be invited. Alex beams at his soulmate and Willie knows he can't say no. "Sure, Mr. Molina. Thanks for the invite."

"Great," Rose smiles. "Well now that that's settled, I'm going to go make a reservation so we don't give the hostess a stroke when we all walk in. Everyone has two hours before we leave."

Tía Rose and tío Ray congratulate you and Luke one last time before they take their leave. Everyone follows after them, excitingly talking outfit choices, but Reggie remains by the opened doors smiling between you and Luke. A second later, Alex returns and marches a reluctant Reggie away.

Now that it's just you and Luke, the two of you laugh nervously.

"So.."

"So.." You both laugh nervously again and then you're groaning. "This is so weird, but like I'm also really excited."

Luke loses some of his nerves and his shoulders slump. "Really? You're excited?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"

He turns sheepish then, averting his gaze as he shoves his hands into the front of his jean's pockets. "Julie might have explained the shitty thing your ex did and yeah. I would understand if you weren't stoked to meet me on your second day here."

He's so genuine in his explanation that you can't help but mentally swoon at this boy before you. You're not sure where the sudden confidence comes from, but you're grateful for it when you step closer and take his face in the palm of your hands so he's staring right at you. "Okay one, my mother didn't properly explain why she moved me here. I'll fill you in later, but I'm telling you right now it's not because I'm heartbroken or anything. And two, I am stoked to meet you. You wanna know why?" Luke can only nod as he pays close attention and you grin at him. "Because the moment realization sunk in, everything just felt.. it felt-"

"Right?" He asks, voice low.

You nod. "It felt right. There was no uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach, there was just elation. Like I found something I didn't know I was looking for until you uttered the words etched on my ribs."

Luke slowly smiles and you let your hands fall to your sides, leaning in and quickly kissing his cheek. "Now come on. We need to get ready for tonight."

His cheeks turn red almost immediately, but you don't say anything as you grab his arm and drag his hand from his pocket. Then clasping his hand within your own, you drag him out of the studio and up towards the house.

Dinner was quite the affair, everyone pushing you and Luke next to one another at the table and cooing over how adorable you two were. Even his parents, Emily and Mitch, had been invited along and everyone smiled throughout the entire dinner. The table was quite loud, but not a single customer nearby or the waitresses could blame you when Reggie loudly explained that they were celebrating newly found soulmates. There was even applause that had you and Luke turning red in the face and then trying to aim a kick at Reggie's shin under the table. Unfortunately, Alex took the brunt of both kicks.

When the weekend was over, Luke and the boys stood by your side on your first day of school. The band had quite the following and those fangirls of theirs were not impressed to see you and Luke hand-in-hand. It was a bit daunting navigating the hallways with a majority of the school's population looking down their nose at you, but then Julie, Flynn, and surprisingly Carrie Wilson (your cousin's arch-nemesis) came to your aide. You understood Julie and Flynn's protectiveness, but Carrie's was a shock and she merely flipped her hair over her shoulder while giving the excuse that no one should be shit on just because they found their soulmate. The girls were stunned, but shrugged it off and let Carrie do what Carrie wanted to do.

Tía Rose and tío Ray saw a lot more of Luke at their home, but didn't put up any fuss. The only thing they asked was that if they were alone in the room, then the bedroom door was to remain open at all times. And not wanting to disappoint them, you and Luke abided by their rules. Because being with Luke.. it was the complete opposite than being with Jerry. There were no nerves, no second guessing, and no jealousy. You were happy to be with Luke and vice versa, and either of you could go out with friends with no twenty questions about who you were going with and where (Jerry seriously did a number on you).

You became Julie and the Phantoms number one fan, alongside Willie and Flynn, and sat up in the loft with Willie while the band rehearsed downstairs. The times you did go downstairs after rehearsals and Luke bounded over to you like an eager puppy, you had to fight the urge to chuck something at Reggie and Julie when they cooed over how cute you were together.

Luckily for you, Luke wasn't into PDA other than hand holding or hugs. But it still didn't stop your friends from mockingly groaning for you to get a room when Luke would hug you from behind and stay there with his chin hooked over your shoulder.

Today is one of the rare days the band left Luke alone so he could spend the time with you, but you're stuck doing Algebra II homework and Luke is going through one of your old writing journals for abandoned lyrics to give him inspiration.

You've been stuck on the same problem for what feels like twenty minutes when you hear Luke sharply inhale. You glance up at him, watching him read through something that's clearly caught his attention. You can't help but grin at his look of concentration and then his expression falls and your heart suddenly aches.

Luke glances up and you gulp. "What's this?"

"What's what?"

He glances back down at the journal in his hands before looking at you once more. "Something titled Train Wreck. It looks like a completed song."

Your expression completely goes lax then. "Oh. That's, uh, I wrote that a while back when my mom and dad were going through their divorce." You close the math book in your lap and hesitantly meet Luke's gaze. "That was not a fun time for all involved. My mind was kind of.. messed up back then."

Luke gulps. "I don't want to seem inconsiderate of what clearly was a dark time for you, but this- this is really good, Y/N. Do you have a melody for it?"

You huff a laugh, shaking your head in fond amusement. Only Luke would be this invested in a song. "I do. I think it's on the laptop in a password protected file.."

His eyes light up. "Can I hear it? You don't have to, I just-"

"It's fine." You get up, heading over to the laptop and powering it up to find what you need. After a bit of searching, you find it and open it up. Letting the melody play, you look up at Luke. "I won't sing the whole thing, but I'll sing a portion of it."

He eagerly nods. "I'll take anything."

You smile at him, nervously taking a seat on a crate in the middle of the room. He finds another crate and places it close to you, wanting to be as close as possible. You close your eyes, smiling, and let the melody wash over you as the lyrics come back to you in a flash. Your heart beat is beating double, but you inhale deeply and let it out slowly.

Losing yourself to the music, you mouth the lyrics to yourself until letting your voice ring out. "Underneath our bad blood, we've still got a sanctum. Home, still a home, still a home here. It's not too late to build it back 'cause a one in a million chance is still a chance, still a chance and I would take those odds."

You open your eyes, chest aching as all those feelings from so long ago come rushing back and make your voice just that much stronger. "Unbreak the broken, unsay these spoken words. Find hope in the hopeless, pull me out of the train wreck." Luke grabs your hand and you squeeze it for all your worth as you keep looking forward. "Unburn the ashes, unchain the reactions now. I'm not ready to die, not yet. Pull me out of the train wreck. Pull me out, pull me out, pull me out."

You meet Luke's gaze then, a little surprised to see his eyes red rimmed and teary through your own blurry vision. "You can say what you like, don't say I wouldn't die for it. I'm down on my knees and I need you to be my God, be my help, be a Savior who can-"

Your voice cracks on the next word and Luke tugs on your hand, pulling you into a hug. A sob escapes your throat as you cling to Luke, but you quickly stifle it against his shoulder. As the melody plays out, you press your forehead to his shoulder before pushing back and sniffling. "I, uh, I'm sorry about that. Everything came rushing back and I-"

"Don't apologize." Luke catches your face in the palm of his hands, thumbs brushing away your tears before his lips press against your forehead. The action is so soft that your expression crumples momentarily, but you quickly mask it when Luke pulls back to catch your gaze. "That was amazing, Y/N! So amazing. And I'm sorry it brought up bad memories, but.. wow."

You huff a laugh, pulling back so you aren't hunched over. Luke, however, refuses to stop touching you and catches your hands within his own. "I should have guessed you'd be easily impressed."

"For you? Always."

You shake your head, grinning. "You're so freakin' cheesy, Luke Patterson."

He chuckles and again you're hit with a sudden boost of confidence that you lean forward, one hand finding the back of his neck so you can bring him to meet you halfway in a kiss. He smiles against your mouth, but the smile quickly falls the second you tilt your head to deepen the kiss. Unfortunately, just as the tip of your tongue flicks against his bottom lip, you're interrupted.

"Can we come in now?" Reggie's voice rings out. "I really wanna give Y/N a hug after hearing that song."

"Reggie!" Julie scolds.

You and Luke pull apart laughing. You both straighten up and look towards the door just in time to see Reggie rubbing at the back of his head as he walks in with Alex and Julie behind him. Hand in hand, you and Luke stand up and chuckle at Reggie's put out expression.

Had you known that having a soulmate felt exactly as you feel right now, you would have known something was definitely up back home with Jerry. And though you will always hate your ex for tricking you the way he did, there's an ounce of gratefulness for the misery he put you through because had he not then you wouldn't have moved and met your true soulmate.

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