#i am gonna do more after i sleep cause i might knock out for the night hahaha

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summary ; you've met tommy's secretary , who has a thing for him.

warnings ; mentions of death (no one dies), my bad writing?? probably typos, arranged marriage trope

a/n ; um idk what to think of this part but lmk what you think of it

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he just looks back at you, his brow raised ,waiting for an explanation

"what?"

"what did ya say to 'er?"

"nothing, why ? what did she tell you?" you can't help the amused expression on your face, you did try to hold it back.

"she said you and polly cornered 'er"

"what" you let out a small laugh "all we did was speak to 'er, and it was mostly polly. she barely acknowledged me."

"really?"

"yes really."

"did ya tell 'er that we're engaged?" his voice was deep and cold. it sent a familiar chill down your spine.

"why ? did ya not want people to know?"

"answer the question"

"i didn't. polly did." you stare at him for a while, eyes tracing his face with a raised brow "are you fucking 'er?"

he blinks slowly, his demeanor doesn't change "i beg your fucking pardon?"

"ya heard me."

"no."

you study his face "we didn't say anything to 'er, polly asked 'er if she knew who i was, she looked me up and down like i was some whore and then almost cried when she found out you and i are engaged. thats it."

"we're not engaged yet."

"we are, according to your aunt. so if ya 'ave any fucking complaints , ya might want to take it up with 'er."

you try to walk past him, deciding that storming off is the best way out of this ,

"and how do ya think youre gettin' back home? polly is gone"

you freeze, stopping in place when you hear that, and he turns, just staring at your back.

"walking exists , ya know?" you turn as well to face him, you try to maintain the most confident expression you could muster

"you're gonna walk back? to your father's house? at this time?"

you just nod,

"no you're not"

"yes i am."

"no."

"why not?"

"what kind if fiancé would i be if i let ya walk home in the dark?." his voice is sarcastic

you just raise your brow again, "i thought we weren't engaged."

"go to my office, i'll drive ya home in a minute."

"ya don't 'ave to, i don't want your charity."

"go to my fucking office, y/n."

you mumble curses under your breath as you stride through and to his office, you open the glass door and plop down on the chair facing his desk. you can see the sectary's silhouette from the corner of your eyes. she's sitting on a desk outside his office and you walked by without sparing her a glance. you can feel her stare burn through you.

the door opens again and he walks in, and sits on his desk

"are we goin' to stay here long? cause i can call oliver to come and get me."

he looked up from the papers he was holding and his stare made you look away. okay maybe you'll let him drive you home.

the secretary knocks and walks in "i just need your signature on this form sir." she walks to his desk and gets as close as appropriately possible.

" y've met my fiancée then, miss carter?" he asks the secretary without looking at her

"i.." she stands straight and glances at you "i did , yes i did."

he looks up at her briefly "she might be comin' here more often now, so please make 'er feel at home whenever im not around."

"of course, sir." she smiles sweetly at him before grabbing the paper and walking out of the office.

you raise your brows, a small smirk on your lips "oh im your fiancée now , aye?"

he doesn't answer you, but you see the corners of his lips curl.

you stifle back a yawn as you sit on the sofa , trying to not to nod off. its the middle of the night and your brother had woken you up. safe to say tonight was not a night you've expected and its yet to end.

"how did ya even know about this?" you nod towards abraham who had a cup of tea in his hand

"mum called" he muttered as he handed you a cup as well

"its just a cold , ya know that? , ya didn't 'ave to leave anna and come all the way here."

"it's dad, i couldn't just sleep after 'earing mum cry about 'im"

"she cries about everything" you say with a sigh as you take a sip of your tea

the living room as dark except for a small lamp that was next to you

"did she call celest and oliver?"

"i think so, but they'll probably come by in the mornin'."

you hear your mothers sniffles as she leaves her and your father's bedroom.

"hes asking for you."

you and abraham look at each other before you put your tea cup down and get up from the sofa.

"come in"

you walk in and close the door behind you gently. your dad is propped up with a pillow behind him, you approach the bed and get on it, laying next to him

"ya better not give me another one of your speeches dad." you feign annoyance but your smile gives you away.

he lets out a laugh then turns to you "i'm an old man ya know, i 'ave to make sure i say everything i need to say before i leave ya."

"y've got a cold dad, its not the plaque " you chuckle as you turn to look at him too.

when you were a child, your father would never sleep if you got sick, he would stay up. sometimes fall asleep beside you, or on the uncomfortable hard wooden chair he'd drag next to your bed.

he would put his head on your heart sometimes late at night anxiously, scared it might've stopped when he accidentally drifted off to sleep.

"listen to me love..." his hands intertwine with yours, his hands calloused from all the days he's spent caring for the soil, or in the war that you never thought would end. "i need to talk about this."

you hum, your hand holding his tightly in yours.

"i'm sorry it had to come to this my love,"

its not another one of his speeches, its a different kind of speech.

"dad..."

"when your mother first told me about this, i thought she was jokin, honest to god" he lets out another laugh "but now..... when i think about it , i cant let ya do that to yerself love..." he shakes his head slightly,

"what?" your eyes look up at him, taking in his features , his dark under eyes, the lines on his face, around his eyes.

"i saved some money yeah? , for when me and your mother might need it. ya can 'ave it." his voice drops to a lower tone

"and do what ?"

"run away."

"run away?" you laugh softly, looking at him with a raised brow "and go where?"

"where ever you want." he smiles softly at you

"you're not serious."

"i am"

you stay silent for a while, processing what he's saying "im not runnin' away dad."

"so you're gonna marry tommy shelby? is that what ya want ? what ya truly want?"

"its what i need to do"

"ya don't"

"so you're gonna go back on your word ,aye? ya gave the man a word after all"

"for you , id break every promise ive ever made."

"dad..." you let out a small smile , his other hand goes to cup your face "i cant do that"

"are ya scared id hate ya? or that id be angry at ya if ya didn't?"

"i cant runaway dad... i cant leave ya" your emotions betray you and they flood through you, your tears start to drop. i cant not be here when you die, when you're buried.

"sometimes i cant believe you're all grown up now,"

"hmm"

"ya were such a lively child"

"you're sayin' im borin' now aye?"

you two share a small laugh, you turn your face and kiss his palm, before closing your eyes "id put myself through anything and everything to keep ya with me for however long i can."

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@tardisloverz , @optimisticsandwichgladiator , @theshelbyslimited

[andreafmn]

Collision | Chapter 23

Word Count: 4.4K Warnings: medical procedures, death

Story Description: (Y/N) Uley is back home after being away for four years. Her life is at its first standstill and she is taking this time to find out who she is without school. But she never thought that coming back to the reservation would turn her whole life around. In the midst of secrets and mystery, a man crashes into (Y/N)’s and her life will never be the same.

A/N: goodness me, I know it's been forever since I've updated anything. I've been in a bit of a mental rut and nothing was coming to me, but I'm finishing up a couple of updates so I'll definitely be publishing a few things this week. Also, please don't hate me for updating the less loved Twilight fic. Speak is coming soon 🫣🫣 also also, new character 👀👀

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(Y/N) knew it had been too quiet for too long.

Well, not entirely quiet.

After the encounter with Laurent in the woods, his friend Victoria had shown up. The vampire had gone through hitchhikers in Forks like it was an all-you-can-eat buffet. It had the sheriff station in Forks and La Push on high alert. There were too many bodies and not enough explanations—at least none that could be known by the public.

The pack had already doubled their efforts during their patrols, doing all in their power to run the redhead out of their land while protecting the Swan duo in theirs. They had lost sleep and had been overworked for weeks. The vampire had bested them in every move, taunting the pack with her swift and calculated moves.

But the important thing was that Bella was safe, and she seemed to be getting better. At least for the past couple of weeks, she had been better. That’s what (Y/N) thought until she got a call one early March morning.

“What do you mean Bella knows about you?” (Y/N) said through gritted teeth. “And it happened a week ago? Why am I just finding out? I literally talked to her before spring break started.”

“It seems Jacob hinted to the stories she used to hear when she was a kid,” Sam sighed. “Gotta give it to the kid. He really found a workaround the rules. I was gonna tell you as soon as it happened, but you had your exams and everything, so no one wanted to worry you with it.”

“How did she take it? Is everyone okay?”

“Well, Jake and Paul had a little row because Bella blamed us for Jacob keeping his distance from her,” her brother chuckled. “And, well, Paul got a bit mouthy, and Bella ended up slapping him—at least, attempting to—which cause him to get angry and phase. Subsequently Jacob phased to protect her. They’re both fine now and Bella knows everything.”

“And no rules were broken I suppose,” (Y/N) sighed. “But Bella now knows about wolves and vampires and somehow is back in the center of all supernatural danger. Isn’t this all just great?” 

“This is gonna sound harsh, but I prefer her being hunted than you, (Y/N),” Sam admitted. “I know we can protect you in our land, but this one is ruthless and relentless. I would hate for her to have your scent.”

“Well, she doesn’t, thankfully,” she said. “Don’t think she even had my description since you killed her friend. But I thought we were gonna be more proactive when sharing information now.”

“I know, but I wanted you to at least pass that test first,” he confessed. “Look at you now, on your first week as a student doctor.”

“I still can’t believe it’s happening,” (Y/N) exclaimed. “I don’t know what spirits are looking out for me, but it’s almost unbelievable that I’ve been able to do any of this. It takes months for Step 1 to be revised and for college credits to go through. But I’m knocking on wood that these miracles keep happening like this. Might just become the youngest doctor in Washington.”

“If there’s anyone who could do it, it had to be my genius sister.”

“Thanks for the flattery, it does me well in the mornings,” she chuckled. “But I do have to get into work soon. So, thank you for this new information. I will call Bella and see how she’s doing after my shift.”

“Alright, sounds good, Dr. Uley.”

“I like how that sounds,” she beamed. “I’ll see you after work. Bye, Sam.”

“Bye, Dr. Uley.”

When (Y/N) entered the hospital that morning, she believed it would be another routine day. A couple of flu cases, possibly some broken bones in the ER, maybe even a more pressing case. But she had not expected to see Harry Clearwater coming through the doors of the emergency room, Sue trailing close behind.

“(Y/N), I’m gonna need you on this one,” Dr. Mollins, the ER attending, called. “Let’s move the patient to Trauma 1. Talk to me.”

“We’ve got a man in his mid to late 50s showing signs of a severe myocardial infarction,” the paramedic said as he pushed the gurney into the building. “He went into cardiac arrest during transport, but we were able to regain sinus rhythm. He was administered two milligrams of epi.”

(Y/N) felt stuck in her spot, her limbs frozen as the familiar faces moved past her. She had seen her fair share of emergencies during her time at the hospital and her past internships. But seeing someone that she knew completely defenseless and unconscious shot ice through her veins.

“Dr. Uley!” Mollins called her again. “I need you here, now!” 

“Yes, o-of course,” the young woman stammered as she felt her brain finally jumpstart. She sent Sue an apologetic smile as she walked through the curtain that separated Harry’s room from the rest of the beds. “I’m here.”

As soon as she slid the curtain behind her, (Y/N), Eden Mollins, and a nurse started to examine Harry. His blood was extracted, his pulse and his blood pressure were taken, his lungs were listened to, and his temperature was taken. All the while, the man remained unconscious, and (Y/N) prayed to whatever was out there that he at least opened his eyes.

Every second that passed, the girl’s breath hitched in her throat. All she could do was think back at the summers she would spend in the Clearwaters home, running around with Seth and Leah while Harry watched over them, how he and Billy would gather all the kids around the bonfire to tell them stories about the ancestors, how he watched over her and Sam when her father had decided to disappear from their lives.

“I wanna run an EKG and an Echo on the patient,” Eden instructed. “And call in a CT and a chest MRI. The patient is still unconscious, so…”

“Harry,” (Y/N) choked out. “His name is Harry.”

“Excuse me?”

“The patient’s name is Harry,” she restated. “Harry Clearwater.”

“Do you know the pa… Mr. Clearwater, Uley?”

“Yes, I do.”

“You have to tell me right now if that will impair your treatment of the patient today, Uley,” the doctor said. “I cannot have you freeze like you did.”

“Good,” he nodded. “He seems stable for now, so go out there and get some background from the wife. Can you do that?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Alright then.”

The doctor slid the curtains open to reveal a teary-eyed Sue. Once he was gone, (Y/N) allowed herself to throw her arms around the woman, wrapping her in a tight, warm hug as she whispered how sorry she was. “What happened, Sue?” she whispered. “What caused this? He seemed fine last week.”

“Oh gods, (Y/N), it was just too much for him,” the woman sniffled. “It was Leah. She phased.”

“W-what? Leah shifted into a wolf? How is that possible?”

“That’s not all. The second Harry was down, Seth phased too,” she added. “He said only boys turned into wolves, (Y/N). How could it be that Leah is one too?”

“I could not tell you, Sue,” (Y/N) breathed. “This is just as new to me as it is to you. But what could have triggered the change in Leah? I don’t get it. Thought there were normally signs.”

“Well, she had been acting out a lot recently, and her body started changing dramatically. I thought she was just being a normal moody teenager and that maybe she was going through a second puberty,” Sue sighed. “But this morning, we were arguing about how horrible her mood swings had been, and she just exploded. One second, my daughter was standing before us. And the next, there was a grey wolf breaking through our couch. The shock sent Harry down. His heart just couldn’t take it—you know he’s always had trouble with it. Then, Seth—poor thing—seeing his father go down got so anxious that he shifted too. I tried calling Sam after I called 911, but Emily told me he was out with his wolves chasing that leech out of the forest. “It was all so sudden, (Y/N),” the woman cried, taking (Y/N)’s offered hand. “She ran out the door with Seth behind and I couldn’t stop them. I had to get Harry to the hospital.”

“Oh, Sue, that’s just horrible,” the girl said. “I can’t believe that happened.”

“Tell me, (Y/N). Is it bad? Is Harry gonna be okay?”

(Y/N) took in a steadying breath as she braced herself to tell one of the people who had essentially raised her that her husband was not showing good signs. How could she speak those words when she didn’t want to believe them herself? “Look, Sue, I can’t lie to you. Things are not looking good,” she explained. “With his age, his pre-existing condition, and the severity of this episode, it’s still too early to tell. We need him to wake up in order to assess the situation fully. If not…”

“I know,” Sue interjected. “I just don’t know what I would do without him.”

“Okay, let’s not go there just yet, Sue,” (Y/N) stammered. “Why don’t you call someone to be with you while we run labs? I wouldn’t want you to be alone right now.”

“Don’t worry about me, (Y/N),” she softly smiled. “I already called Charlie and Billy. They’re on their way here already.”

“Good. I’m gonna go check on his labs. If you need anything or need me here, just let one of the nurses know and they’ll page me right back.”

“That’s alright, (Y/N). I know you’re busy.”

When she left the room, (Y/N) finally felt like she could breathe. But there was a nagging in the deepest corners of her head that was telling her that something bad was going to go down. Yet, she wanted to listen to the rational side of her brain. Harry was in the best place to receive treatment if another episode were to happen. She had to trust that they would be able to help him. She simply had to.

The girl busied herself with other patients’ labs and filing anything that kept her as far away from Harry’s results as possible. She couldn’t face another loss so quickly. Not yet. She wasn’t sure if her heart could take it.

During her short life, (Y/N) had faced too many grievances that had forced her to grow up too quickly. Her father had walked out of her life when she was too young, and she needed him the most, forcing her mother to spend too much time at work and too little time at home. Most of the time, it was only Sam and her at home dealing with their schoolwork and food. Then, right as they were learning how to be the dynamic duo, she was accepted at St. Agustine Prep, and she had to learn how to be by herself for the better part of four years. After, she met the man she thought would be her future, and he ripped her heart apart like it hadn’t been fragile to begin with. Sadness was simply a part of (Y/N)’s existence, but she didn’t think there was more she could take.

(Y/N) prayed quietly. She prayed harder than she ever had before in her life. She didn’t know to what exactly, but she prayed.

And yet, the universe rarely played things out in the way she wanted.

The young woman was on her way to greet Billy Black and Charlie Swan when a loud ringing alarm called her attention. It was the soundtrack of despair, the theme song of disappointment, and the last thing (Y/N) wanted to hear. Her legs started moving before she could think twice, setting off for Harry’s room. There, the flatlining sound filled her ears, mixed with Sue’s pleas for help as nurses pulled her aside to allow the doctors to work.

“The patient’s coding, Uley,” Eden called out. “Start compressions. This is your call.”

(Y/N) was already on Harry before Mollins had finished his sentence. Her full attention was on her counts, pressing on his chest like she had been taught to do. One, two, three, four, all the way to thirty before the nurse administered air pumps. Then again, and again.

“Push one milligram of epi,” (Y/N) called out, not stopping her compressions for another three minutes. “Check rhythm.” 

As she removed her hands, the screen showed a red line once more, and that pesky sound filled the room again. “Still asystole,” Eden said. “Push another milligram and clear for defib.” 

(Y/N) continued her work as sweat formed on her forehead. She pushed into the man’s chest at a steady pace, even when she felt her limbs wanted to give out. Her legs trembled under her, and her heart hammered loudly against her chest, but she couldn’t stop. Even after two defibrillations that yielded no results, the girl kept administering compressions.

“Uley, it’s time to call it,” Mollins whispered softly at the young doctor. “It’s been over thirty minutes.” 

“No!” (Y/N) exclaimed. Beads of sweat were falling down her face and mixing with her tears, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop. Not for Harry. “I’ve gotta keep going!” 

“(Y/N),” Eden called her, taking hold of her wrists and forcing her gaze to break from the man. “It’s time to call it.”

“I can’t,” she trembled as she fell onto the doctor. “He can’t…” 

But the consistent sound of a flatline killed her words. That was it. Her first patient was gone, and it was someone she had looked up to like a father. Despite all of her efforts, he was gone, and there was nothing else she could do about it.

“Time of death: 1542,” the doctor called to the nurse before turning back to the crumbling girl. “You did everything you could, (Y/N). You did everything right.”

“But he’s gone,” she cried. “He’s gone, and I could’ve done more.”

“No. There was nothing at all that you could have done,” Eden said. "Unfortunately, this is part of the job. We can’t save them all, (Y/N), but you absolutely did everything you could have.” 

“I know I can’t save them all, but I needed to save him.” 

“Tell you what, I’m gonna break the news to the family right now,” the young man said. “You’re gonna take a second to compose yourself before you go out there, and I want you to take the rest of the day off to rest.” 

“I shouldn’t…” 

“I know that it’s unconventional, and most doctors would have said that you needed to get used to it,” he added. “But you need this, (Y/N). This case is too personal, and I know it’s gonna take a toll on you.” 

“Okay,” she whimpered. “Thank you, Dr. Mollins.” 

“I already told you, (Y/N). When we’re off a case, it’s Eden.” 

The moment Eden left the room, the silence that filled it was worse than the beeping and the alarms. It was eerie and loaded, and it made (Y/N) feel like it would swallow her at any moment.

Yet, the only other presence there was Harry. His face was covered with a white sheet, shielding his body from everyone. And for that, she was thankful. (Y/N) couldn’t look at his face. She knew her mind would trick her into thinking that he was merely sleeping and that at any moment, he would wake up and say the most unfunny joke she had heard of, but she would have laughed anyway because it would have meant that he was alive.

“I’m so sorry, Harry,” she whispered to him. “I tried so hard. I hope you know that.”

“He does, honey.” Sue’s voice startled her. Tears stained the woman’s face, but her desperation was gone. She wrapped her arms around the younger girl, smoothing down her hair in a comforting manner. “He knows how hard you fought for him, (Y/N). It was just his time.”

“He was fine just last week,” she sobbed. “I can’t believe he’s just gone now.”

“As long as he is in our memories, he will never truly be gone,” the woman smiled sadly. “But he is with our spirits now, reunited with his ancestors.”

“Harry will never be forgotten that I can promise you, Sue.”

“He really loved you, (Y/N),” Sue mentioned. “He was always so amazed by everything that you were doing. He loved to boast about how far he knew you’d go to literally anyone who would listen. Deep down, he wanted Leah and Sam to work out so we’d be officially family.”

“I’m really gonna miss him, Sue. I wish I had spent more time with him these last few years. And now…”

“Oh, honey, no. Don’t do that,” the woman comforted. “Harry knew how busy you are, how busy you’ve always been. He was just so happy to know you were doing something you loved.”

“May his soul rest easy now,” the girl whimpered before placing a hand on Harry’s. “Until we meet again, Harry.”

(Y/N) excused herself from the room, allowing Sue to have one last moment with Harry. Outside, she acknowledged Charlie and Billy, giving them a sad smile before she disappeared into the doctor’s locker rooms. She couldn’t face another person who was close to Harry, not when she could still feel the beat of his heart under her hands.

Inside the locker room, she allowed herself to break down. She crumpled to the floor, clutching at her chest as every emotion came barreling down on her. There was pain and turmoil, anger and disappointment. But most of all, it was the harrowing sadness that she had been carrying since she was a little girl that draped itself over her, swallowing her completely and dragging her into the darkness.

Until a voice pulled her out. “Hey, hey, Uley,” Eden called as he kneeled in front of her. “Come on, you need to breathe. Take a deep breath.”

“I-I-I c-can’t,” she stammered. Her breath got trapped in her chest, tightening her lungs and making them burn for oxygen.

“Yes, you can. Come on,” he encouraged. “Match my breaths, okay? Come on, in and out.”

Eden took deep breaths, exhaling after holding them for five seconds. His hands found hers, forcing her gaze to snap to his. He continued the breathing exercises until she was finally able to match his pace. Her body stopped shaking, and feeling started returning to her limbs as her sobs quieted down. As weakness took over her, (Y/N) crashed onto Eden’s chest, allowing him to wrap her in a warm and comforting hug.

It was an unexpected embrace that she was more than thankful for. Eden had come to the hospital three months after Carlisle had left to fill the hole left in the emergency department. When (Y/N) had entered and started her clinical rotations, he had been tasked with being her teacher in emergency medicine.  

He had not taken to her quickly. From her work as a medical assistant, he had said she was far too young and too inexperienced to be in the hospital. Though he had eaten his words in a short amount of time, he still seemed to hold some sort of disdain for her. At least, that’s what she had thought until that very moment.

“Hey, there you go,” he cooed. “Just keep breathing, okay?”

“Gods,” (Y/N) croaked out. “I’m sorry. I know I should be okay with death, but this…”

“You don’t have to apologize, (Y/N). Never apologize for the emotions you’re feeling,” Eden reassured. “Especially not after losing someone close to you. That is something no one could ever fault you for.”

“Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?” the girl blurted. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate it, but it’s not a secret that you don’t really like me.”

“Why would you think that?” she asked, his tone hinting at being slightly offended. “I don’t think I’ve given any indication of that.”

“Come on, Eden. You’re always giving me dirty looks and have gotten mad at me at any turn this whole week. It’s not hard to decipher that you don’t really enjoy my presence at the hospital.”

“Oh god, no. That has nothing to do with you—at least not directly,” he quickly assured. "I think you’re a brilliant doctor, and I’m honestly so impressed that you’re here at your age. My attitude has more to do with the fact that my parents saw you working here a week after I finally got here, and they were on me because I could have been like you.”

“What, a terrified nineteen-year-old playing at being a doctor?”

“Christ, I didn’t think you’d heard that,” he grimaced. “That came from a really childish place. It’s just that my parents have always pushed me to be the best, much to my detriment. I had the ability to jump a few grades or do dual enrollment like you did, but I wanted the whole high school experience. So, even if I graduated at sixteen and finished my bachelor's in three years, I could have always done better. So, here I am at twenty-five and already an attending, but in comes a nineteen-year-old med student who somehow was able to skip two whole years of med school and had an almost perfect Step 1 score, and suddenly my achievements aren’t good enough anymore. I’m sorry I ever said that. I mean, I’m a grown-ass man caring what my parents think.”

“Don’t worry,” she smiled softly. “It just made me want to prove myself even more. I’m kind of used to people underestimating me.”

“Yeah, I quickly learned I shouldn’t have,” he chuckled. “You’re a great doctor, (Y/N), and a great person.”

“Well, thank you,” she beamed. "It honestly means a lot coming from you, especially now.”

“I can promise that was the first and last time I ever underestimate you,” Eden smiled brightly.  “Now, you should go home. Your brother just came back.”

“Came back?”

“He arrived when you were down at the CT scan, but he left for an emergency,” the man responded. “He just came back a minute after you left the room.”

At the word emergency, (Y/N) jumped to her feet and ran toward the emergency room, new tears forming in the corners of her eyes. It was a word that held too much weight even before the entire picture was shown. After that morning, the girl could only expect the worst.

Her limbs carried her automatically, her brain not registering where she was going until she crashed into someone. “Is someone else hurt?” she managed to croak out. “Tell me what happened, Sam.”

“Hey, breathe, (Y/N),” her brother instructed as he wrapped his arms tightly around her. “No one’s hurt. Okay? It was just an accident.”

“That still doesn’t make things clearer. What accident?”

“Bella sort of jumped or slipped off a high cliff while we were running Victoria all the way up to the Canadian border,” he said. “I had been here for no more than ten minutes when Jared called me and said that Jake had gotten there just in time. She’s fine now. A bit shaken up and cold, but she’s at Billy’s house resting. You don’t have to worry, (Y/N). It’s been handled.”

“So, she almost drowned, and all she’s doing is sleeping it off?” (Y/N) exclaimed. “Why didn’t you bring her here? She needs to be checked out!”

“(Y/N), I need you to calm down, okay? She chose not to come, and you shouldn’t be worrying about this. You should be going home and resting, too.”

“But she’s…”

“You’re in no headspace to worry about other people, Bean,” Sam cooed as he smoothed down his sister’s hair. “Go home, kid. Rest up. We’ve got things from here.”

“But…”

“Go home, (Y/N),” Sue interjected, a kind smile softly stretching her face. “All that’s left here is legal mumbo jumbo. You’ve done everything you possibly can.”

“I just feel like I need to help in some way. Either here or with Bella. I just…”

“You can’t help anyone if you don’t take care of yourself, Bean,” her brother interrupted. “I promise we’ve got everything handled here, kid.”

After much insistence and a lot of back-and-forth, (Y/N) finally agreed to take her afternoon off and head back home. But loneliness was quick to follow as soon as she was by herself. It sank its claws into her throat and started a never-ending stream of tears that stained her cheeks. Helplessness gripped her chest, nagging at her mind and reminding her of all the things she couldn’t do.

Before she knew it, the afternoon had slowly shifted into night, and (Y/N)’s eyes had fluttered shut in the hospital parking lot. Now, with less weight in her heart and a tight knot in her neck, she sputtered her truck to life and started her trip back home, where she would most likely repeat the same process all over again.

When she got there, the house was eerily quiet, and the cold seeped into her bones as though winter was still scratching its way to the surface. But she knew why it felt that way, and she knew it would be like that for a long time.

Other than Sue, (Y/N) couldn’t get Seth and Leah out of her head. Not only had they been sprung into the supernatural world in such a dramatic way, but they had also lost their father and had not been able to say goodbye. She wondered if they were scared or angry, if a part of them felt guilty. She knew she did, and she couldn’t imagine how heavy it had to weigh on their own hearts and minds.

She was typing their house number when her house phone suddenly rang in her hand, startling her. “Hello?” she said through the phone.

“(Y/N), hi, it’s uh, Bella,” the Swan girl stammered in her usual fashion. “I heard about… I’m so sorry.”

“Thanks, Bella,” she smiled sadly, swallowing down the knot that threatened to close her throat. “Are you okay? Sam told me what happened this morning.”

“Yeah, I’m okay. It was just a horrible accident,” Bella answered quickly. “But I’m fine now. I was actually calling about something else.”

“Oh. Uh, what is it?” 

“Do you think you could come over right after the funeral?”

“To your house?” (Y/N) questioned. “Why?”

“I think there’s someone you should see.” 

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

aita for getting into a screaming match with a neighbour after he harrassed me for months for being sick?

im gonna start this by saying i dont *think* im the asshole. i more just wanted to share this insane story and maybe get some other points of view on it.

i (22nb) got really sick back in april. like rush to a&e multiple times sick. i tested multiple times but it wasnt covid. it later turns out my cold-like symptoms and my horrendous cough were caused by allergies. it took about 3 months to finally dull it down and feel okay again. i take meds everyday and im still not 100% because the allergen (pollen) persists.

but in this 3-month period of me being sick we found we kept getting knocks on our door. it was our upstairs neighbour (approx 50m). the first time he knocked at 3 in the morning to complain about how my coughing was keeping him awake. he rambled through the door for like 15 minutes about my coughing and demanded we move our bed to the front room so he couldnt hear my coughing anymore.

i, having already been feeling guilty and anxious about being sick because my fiancé (27m) had to take care of me and i lost my job over the situation, decided i was gonna go for a walk. i was really upset and i wanted some fresh air (which at the time i thought would help).

the next morning, the neighbour came down again to inform us that we should keep sleeping in the front room until i recover because he slept so great that night. we informed him that we in fact did not sleep in the front room and i hadnt even been in the flat.

a few days go by and we get another knock at the door. its thankfully daytime and hes talking through the door again. hes demanding that we move into the front room because we are the ones causing the noise disturbance. (once again, i am very sick. paramedics were round at our house 2 days prior to look me over).

we say no to this and he says hes going to get our estate agent to resolve this because we, and i quote, "are being selfish".

a few more days pass and our estate agents inform us that theyre coming to do an inspection. naturally they get here and they want to know my fiancé and i's side of the story. we tell them im very sick and they are very understanding because the neighbour said as much when they put in the noise disturbance complaint. they tell us not to worry and theyll tell the neighbour that hes being silly.

two or three weeks go by and we hear nothing. until one day, whilst my fiancé is at work, he decides to harrass me personally because he knows im home alone. he demands to know exactly what im doing to fix this, tells me how its bothering our other neighbours (who had said nothing to us) and tells me its affecting his quality of life. (i was the one coughing so hard i was vomiting for about two weeks but his quality of life was the one inconvenienced???) in the end, he slinks off back upstairs like usual and i then ring the estate agents to complain about his continued harrassment.

this happens again another time when my fiancé and we start arguing through the door again. it was pretty much like the last few times.

but then, heres where we might be the assholes of the story. after weeks of repeated knocks and lengthy complaints and demands, he knocks again. it was 8am, my fiancé was still sleeping for work. my fiancé woke up to him complaining at me through the door again and lost it. this man was knocking to ask if it was okay to move back into his bedroom because the coughing seemed to have gone down. he wanted us to assure him that i wouldnt get sick again. we opened the door to him for the first time (after giving warning) and got into a screaming match with him. of course in the time it took between giving warning and opening the door, he had scurried upstairs and was yelling at us from there.

i think theres a possibility we are the assholes because the screaming match would have been heard by our downstairs neighbour who was not involved in this at all. we did write him a letter to apologise for this but i still feel kinda shitty about it.

i went back to the estate agents after and reported him again saying if they didnt deal with him, id look into taking legal action for harrassment. its been about a month now and weve heard nothing from him since.

What are these acronyms?

[yowyowyaoi]

Hidan’s Daily Texts from the Akatsuki

From Deidara:

Fuck you

Where’s the money you owe me

I KNOW it was you asshole

At least mine isn’t 91!

Pizza or Chinese?

No bc if you killed him Leader would just blame ME.

Help me prank Itachi and I’ll give you half my next check 

Scared of a little gengetsu? Pussy

Go smell Tobi’s hair then ask me who took your damn cheap-ass shampoo 

Why would you eat it it HAD MY NAME ON THE LABEL bastard!

Ok but can ya’ll go to HIS room once in a while?? I don’t need to be kept up all night!!

From Kisame

Do that to Itachi again and I’ll eviscerate you and floss with your intestines.

That Jashin voodoo crap doesn’t scare me kid

Why the hell would you eat that?! You don’t even LIKE tuna!!

You better hope you can outrun Deidara then 

I think you meant that for Kakuzu. GOD I hope you meant that for Kakuzu.

From Zetsu

You left that guy outside can I eat him?

Are you done with that body yet?

Believe it or not fear actually seasons the meat 

Weird question but can I lick your scythe before you clean it 👀

From Konan

Lol pretty sure his are bigger than mine kid

He’s not that old he just looks like that 

Leftover ribs in fridge for you 

Pls stop harassing him. He blows up my phone for hours complaining about you 😒

Get back down here and clean all this blood you trailed in! I JUST cleaned the floor!! 😤

Dinner. Last warning.

Me and Deidara going to get manicures, you in?

You think I can’t knock you out just because you’re taller? Challenge accepted.

From Sasori

I’m not a pervert he’s 19 he’s an ADULT.

Best friend? Since when??

That medicine won’t take effect if you don’t LAY DOWN and GO TO SLEEP, brat.

For as fascinated as you seem to be with my anatomy you’d think YOU were the one sleeping with me, not Dei 🧐

If Kakuzu already said no then NO.

Next time I’m stitching that mouth shut so we can all get some peace and quiet.

Yes but I can make mine any size I want at any time. You’re stuck with what you’ve got. 

From Nagato

Because I said so.

Yes, really.

Be thankful that’s the ONLY punishment you received.

What she and I do is none of your concern, brat.

I’m sorry but you know Kakuzu has the final say in all financial matters.

You either apologize or I’m going to let Zetsu eat you.

Because you two cause too much trouble when we let you take missions together.

From Itachi

I’m not falling for that one again.

Never. Never in a thousand lifetimes.

Because it’s unsanitary!!

I know you took it I saw you wearing it yesterday.

Why were you even listening anyway? Pervert.

Only if Tobi comes too, I don’t trust the two of you alone.

Literally a few greens won’t kill you.

Yes you did know that!! I told everyone on the VERY FIRST DAY how allergic I am to that! 😡

Either finish your ritual or take that guy somewhere else I can’t sleep with all the screaming.

From Tobi

Of course not! We’re just friends! 

Wait do you think I might have a shot with him?! 👀

Idk I left after I saw Zetsu chewing on the guy’s foot

Is there a way to take back a picture after you send it before the other person looks at it? 

Want some cake? Want to eat myself but Konan says to share or I’m gonna die 😅

From Kakuzu

How much is it?

Did you use the coupons I gave you?

That shit is coming out of your paycheck brat

Sorry. Next time I won’t make them so tight.

Because I don’t have the patience and you’re not responsible enough.

I stg if you bring one more lawsuit against this organization 😡

My room. Now. 

Everybody gets the exact same. If you waste yours that’s your own fault.

Make me ask again and I’ll come get you and throw you over my shoulder

This is getting ridiculous how many times am I gonna have to sew it back on?!

Come see me tonight I’ll take care of it.

It was you and Deidara. I KNOW it was you and Deidara.

Maybe if you’re a good boy.

[elizabethblake]

That’s for me to know and for you to figure out - pt.11

Panic Imagine -- Dodge Mason x OC (Reese Silvers) -- pt.11

A girl from a wealthy family wants to get out of Carp just as much as everyone else. With the new guy in town, she seems to be a bit more distracted than she had hoped. And those who once were her friends just may be the ones who will throw her into the deep end. Will panic be what she hopes, or will she fall into the depths of deceit and lies?

“Luke Hall is taking bets on Panic. That’s why he’s back in town.” Heather said as she sat on my bed.

“To track the game?” I asked. 

“Or to fix it.” She said.

“Fix it?” I asked. 

“Reese think about it, he was at the jump last year. He graduated years ago, isn’t it a little bit weird that he comes back the same summer that two of the leading players die in like freak accidents? That really seems like one hell of a coincidence.” She said. 

“Yeah, both Jimmy and Abby’s deaths are connected to the game, but if Luke is taking bets. Then maybe he’s connected to them too.” I said. 

“Look, I gotta get home but I’ll call you later okay.” She said before leaving.

After Heather left I headed over to Dodge’s place. I walked up and knocked on the door.

“Hey can we talk?” I asked as he answered it.

“Sure, come in.” He said and we made our way to his room. 

“What is it?” He asked. 

“Heather says people are gambling on Panic.” I said.

“Some of them are putting $10,000, $20,000 on each challenge. They think Luke might be in charge.” I added.

“Hmm.” Dodge hummed.

“You’re not surprised.” I said. 

“Because you knew didn’t you?” I asked. 

“Yeah.” He said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Cortez suspected ever since he found out about Panic, but he didn’t know enough about the game or how it worked in order to build a case so um he needed a way in.” He said and I scoffed.

“So you’ve been helping him?” I asked. 

“He wants Luke in jail. This is the only way.” He said. 

“Oh okay, so what you’ve been like spying on us this whole time?” I asked. 

“No, I’ve been trying to win.” He said. 

“How does that help Cortez?” I asked.

“It’s not illegal to gamble in Texas okay. But it is a felony to be the house that’s how we’re going to catch him. If I win, we can prove that Luke is getting a kickback as the bookie. That’s what Cortez needs.” He said. 

“So you’re doing this for revenge?” I asked. 

“Cause Heather told me about your sister. I’m not mad that you lied to me, I’m just curious as to why you thought you couldn’t tell me. I told you everything about what happened and you still kept it from me. But it’s really none of my business I guess.” I said. 

“I’m playing for Dayna.” He said. 

“Yeah. I get that. But you lied Dodge, repeatedly. And I just. I can’t trust someone who lies.” I said as I turned around to leave. 

“Reese.” He said. 

“No. I’m out of Panic. I’m done, our alliance is over there’s nothing else to it.” I said. 

“Really? Was sleeping with me just part of the alliance too?” He asked. 

“No. And you know that. But this mess with Cortez, I don’t want any part of it. I’m trying to burn my broken bridges and go down with them and if any of this gets caught up with me it’s going to be a shit show. So I am sorry Dodge but I can’t have anything to do with Panic anymore.” I said before I left. 

When I got home I noticed my brother’s car and made my way inside.

“Hey, didn’t think you’d be home.” I said. 

“Yeah, haven’t been out much lately.” He said and there was a silent pause.

“Rhett, I’m out of Panic. I got eliminated.” I said, and his eyes shot up to meet mine. 

“I swear to you, I’m gonna get the money. I will help you find a way.” I said and he only sighed.

“Reese, this isn’t your fight you need to quit trying so hard. I got us into this, you weren’t even supposed to be involved in this.” He said. 

“But I am. And if you don’t find the money Rhett. He is gonna kill you.” I said. 

“Maybe not.” He said.

“Maybe we could go to the cops see if Cortez can help.” He said. 

“Thats a bad idea, the cops won’t help if they know why you were there and Cortez is dirty Rhett.” I said. 

“What do you mean?” He asked. 

“Cortez is trying to pin something on Luke, something big. But I know Luke didn’t do it.” I said. 

“What?” He asked. 

“On Halloween 3 years, Dodge’s sister was in a hit and run and it left her paralyzed. Cortez has Dodge convinced it was Luke who hit her but I know it wasn’t.” I said. 

“I was with Ray on Halloween that year. It was freshman year, Ray wouldn’t shut up about how his brother was sitting in jail for some stupid thing that he did. But he was in jail, he wasn’t out roaming the streets and hitting people and driving off.” I said. 

“So what? Maybe Cortez got it wrong.” Rhett said.

“Cortez would know Luke was in jail that night, he would’ve already looked into where he was. That would be the first thing, which means I think Cortez is dirty.” I said. 

“Just stay out of it. Don’t get yourself caught Reese.” He said before leaving, but then stopped. 

“Oh this letter was on the porch when I got home.” He said, picking up an envelope with my name written in bold and handed it to me. 

“Thanks” I said, and he left the room. I opened the envelope and a paper was inside. 

TUMBLEWEED MAZE 10PM. ASSIST DODGE IN HIS TASK RULES DOWN BELOW

“Shit.” I muttered. 

I pulled up to the place around 9:45 pm and after about 10 minutes I saw Dodge’s car pull up. 

“What the hell?” He asked as he got out of his car. 

“You’re the welcome committee?” He asked. 

“I guess so.” I said. 

“At least you don’t have to pay for admission.” I added and began walking. 

“Tumbleweed maze? I’m almost offended.” Dodge said. 

“Judges...they’re looking for a specific key. Find it and you’re in. You have one hour. And keep it moving, because every minute you spend looking, well that’s just another point you won’t get.” I said. 

“In three, two, one.” I counted down and he walked towards the barn. 

The next morning we were told to meet at the motor lodge, when I pulled up I went inside and saw that most everyone was already there, I walked over and sat at the table with Heather. 

“Hey.” I said. 

“Hey.” She said. 

“I’m sorry you got out.” She said. 

“It’s all good, Sorry about you too.” I said. 

“Friends, players, former contestants, the results of the individual challenges have been tallied. All the points have been scored. Shawna quit, so she’s out of the game. Dodge is in first place and will be heading to the Joust. The player competing against him is as yet undetermined.” Diggins said. 

“What?! Why?” Ray asked. 

“I mean I stayed long enough in that shithole cooler, didn’t I?” Ray asked. 

“Not long enough to beat Dodge’s time” Summer said.

“The individual challenges aren’t done yet Ray. By order of the judges, Natalie Williams is disqualified for reasons of false representation and failure to complete the required challenges. As punishment the player’s points have been retroactively invalidated.” Diggins said. 

“English please?” Drew asked. 

“The judges wiped Natalies score because she cheated.” Diggins added and Ray laughed.

“She was never in Spurlock’s house. Shouldn’t have even made it to Graybill let alone the final four.” Diggins said. 

“That’s, that’s bullshit. All right that’s hearsay” Nat said.  

“True. We heard you say it.” Summer said.

“That’s a good one Summer.” Nat clapped back.

“No you admitted it in your video that you trapped me underground. That’s nowhere near the house, right?” Heather said.

“Plus someone ratted you out to the judges.” Diggins said. 

“All right, fuck you guys.” Nat said before getting up and leaving.

“You were outside watching the house, Dodge covered for you.” Diggins said, and I turned to look at Dodge. 

“What?” I whispered to Heather and she shrugged her shoulders.

“Wait hold on hold on hold on, wait a second. If Dodge helped Natalie get through the last challenge then why is he still playing?” Ray asked.

“Well he was stealing for two, lucky he didn’t get double the points.” Summer said and people started talking over each other.

“All right settle down, settle down. At the time of the judge’s selection of the Final Three, excluding Natalie, the players in order were Dodge, Ray, and Heather.” Diggins said, and I turned to look at heather with a open smile on my face.

“But Heather missed a challenge.” Drew said. 

“Well she still has her immunity.” Summer said. 

“Given that and Natalie’s disqualification, an exception has been made. Congratulations Heather, the judges ruled you may move on to your individual challenge. Good Luck.” Diggins said. 

As we were leaving I walked out with Heather. 

“Holy fucking shit. This is amazing.” I said to her. 

“I’m so nervous.” She said. 

“Heather this is your chance to win. You have to do everything you can.” I said. 

“And I’m sorry about Nat. She’s a bitch.” I said which made her laugh a little. 

“Looks like it’s down to you and me for joust.” Ray shouted, and I rolled my eyes. 

“I’ll leave you to it.” I said to her as I walked away and headed home.

Later once I was home the doorbell rang and I went downstairs to get it.

“Dodge.” I said as I opened the door. 

“What can I do for you?” I asked. 

“Can I come in?” He asked. 

“Sure.” I said. 

“I’m sorry about before. I’m sorry we argued.” He said. 

“It’s fine. Honestly don’t worry about it.” I said. 

“I’m sorry Natalie screwed you over. I could’ve warned you on that part.” I said. 

“Look I know you’re all set on trying to help Cortez take down Luke Hall but I think you’re exhausting your efforts.” I said. 

“I didn’t come to talk about that.” He said as he walked closer to me as I leaned against the counter in the kitchen.

“Looking back on it, we never really had an alliance did we?” I asked. 

“What do you mean?” He asked. 

“You were always working with Natalie. Trying to get ahead, but I didn’t know. So we never really had an alliance because I couldn’t really trust you even if I didn’t know it.” I said. 

“Did you ever really like me? Or was it a ploy?” I asked. 

“Reese I never would have planned out to get close to you and sleep with you to get an advantage over you in Panic.” He said, sounding a bit hurt that I would suggest that. 

“You suggested it at one point.” I said. 

“I didn’t mean it.” He said.

“I know.” I said. 

“You know, I really did like you Dodge. A lot.” I said.

“Did? As in you don’t anymore.” He said, twisting his lips to the side. 

“So much has happened in so little time, this summer has been crazy but the one thing i’ve managed to keep constant is you.” I said. 

“So no Dodge I didn’t sleep with you because of our alliance, I didn’t just magically erase the feelings I have for you, but things are crazy and if we aren’t on the same page. We cannot do this.” I said. 

“How do we get on the same page Reese? I’m trying.” He said. 

“Cortez is dirty. Plain and simple, you cannot trust him.” I said. 

“I’ll keep my eye out I promise.” He said. 

“And from now on, I’ll tell you everything going on, no more secrets.” He said. 

“Good.” I said, I then leaned in and kissed him, running my hand to the back of his neck. His hand snaked around my waist as he pulled me into him. I broke the kiss only a moment to speak. 

“My brother is home just so you know to keep the volume down to a minimum.” I said, lacing my fingers with his I lead him upstairs and into my room. 

I slipped on my shirt and pants as Dodge put his on. 

“You know Joust is like a big thing in Panic.” I said, sitting back down on the bed and facing him.

“I know.” He said. 

“I’m worried.” I said.

“I am too.” He stated, rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand.

“I’ve gotta go, but I’ll meet up with you later okay?” He asked. 

“Okay.” I said with a smile and he leaned down to kiss me before heading out the door and downstairs to leave. 

After a little while, I heard arguing through the floor and I went out to see what was going on. 

“Do you know how dangerous this is Rhett? You could be killed, you could get your sister killed for god’s sake.” I heard my dad shout.

“Dad?” I asked as I made my way downstairs.

“Reese, why didn’t you tell me about any of this? This is crazy you know better, you both know better.” He snapped.

“Dad I can explain.” I said softly.

“So you do know how bad this is.” He said.

“George.” My mom said.

“No Lemon, you were right in your motion to try and send her off to boarding school. It would have been for her own good, because now she decided to help her dumb ass of a brother get out of situation he ain’t ever shoulda been in to begin with.” He yelled.

“Daddy it’s not as bad as you think.” I tried to reason.

“I always told you that Hall boy was no good for you darlin’“ He said.

“I’m takin this to the cops.” He said.

“No dad you can’t.” I said as I ran to the door. 

“Why Reese.” He asked.

“There is so much that you don’t know okay, but you can’t trust them.” I said.

“At least not Cortez.” I added.

“You’re not makin any sense honey.” My mom said.

“Cortez is dirty okay. He is caught up in bets that are bein made on Panic. I don’t know if he is in on them but if he is it means he’s got his eyes glued on me and everyone else in this stupid game so we cannot trust him. He is trying to take Luke Hall out, and if we aren’t careful he is going to find out what happened and we are all gonna go sinking down with that ship.” I said.

“You’re going to tell us everything.” He said.

[areyoudreaminof]

No Regrets in this Life: A Cassian Playlist

We're back with our good ol' Lord of Bloodshed. Cassian has had a lot of assumptions and descriptors thrown his way. Bastard, warlord, General, bastard, and himbo (my own personal favorite). But underneath his humor, you've got this very loving and empathetic man, who has a lot more emotional complexity than he gets credit for underneath that humor. So I really let myself have a lot of fun with this playlist. I branched out more sonically and lyrically. So come take a look with me behind the cut! And Listen Here!

Ares-Bloc Party

War, war, war, war I want to declare a war My fist breaks your porcelain nose There are other things my hands can do To create or to destroy Mini gods and goddesses First person singular Set it, set it, set it off

The Man-The Killers

Nothing can break, nothing can break me down Don't need no advice, I got a plan I know the direction, the lay of the land I know the score like the back of my hand Them other boys, I don't give a damn

Inhaler-Foals

So can you not go away If just for one day? Impossible, possible How do you feel now? How do you feel now in a war? War sends out for you And throw your fortune away

After Hours-The Weeknd

Thought I almost died in my dream again Fightin' for my life, I couldn't breathe again I'm fallin' in too deep Without you, I can't sleep 'Cause my heart belongs to you I'll risk it all for you I want you next to me This time, I'll never leave

Careful You-TV on the Radio

Not to say, not to say That you shouldn't share the blame There is a softness to your touch There is a wonder to your ways Don't know how I feel, what's the deal? Is it real? When's it gonna go down? Can we talk? Can we not? Well, I'm here, won't you tell me right now? And I'll care for you, oh, careful you

Bite Down: Bastille vs HAIM

You don't have to look any further I've been waiting here for you for time You don't have to look any further You're missing what is right before your eyes No one's gonna stick the pieces Together for you, together for you

HEADBOARD-Lil Ugly Mane

Caught in a fire Buried with you Off in a dream, dream, dream All I know is right now, I'm through

waves-Miguel

Don't stop, I wanna ride that wave All night, I'm gonna ride that wave Look here, I'm gon' surf in it baby Get turnt in it baby, put work in it baby Keep workin' it while I ride that wave Put it out, I'm on fire, fire That’s what I’m about, take me higher, higher, tonight (I'm gonna ride that wave) You got a body built for the beach Do you got that ocean? Body surf, don't sleep, body surf on me

Don't Wanna Fight-Alabama Shakes

What you like, what I like Why can't we both be right? Attacking, defending Until there's nothing left worth winning Your pride and my pride Don't waste my time I don't wanna fight no more

The Fire-The Roots & John Legend

There's something in your heart And it's in your eyes It's the fire, inside you Let it burn You don't say, "Good luck" You say, "Don't give up" It's the fire, inside you Let it burn

10 Lovers-The Black Keys

When I hear them use your name I get all choked up inside It's not only from the shame It's like ten different lovers died Except you're still just a mile away But there's nothing left to say Don't leave us down and out again Cause we might break instead of bend

Who-David Byrne & St. Vincent

Who’ll help the tired soldier? Far from his own hometown Carry these men and women Who get lost when the Sun goes down? Who is an honest man?

TKO-Justin Timberlake

Fair fight, knocked down, then I got over you Can't fight no more, you knock me out What am I supposed to do? Don't understand it Tell me, how could you be so low? Been swinging after the bell and after all of the whistle blows Tried to go below the belt, through my chest, perfect hit to the dome Dammit, babe

Young Men Dead-The Black Angels

And out of the black a figure forms A soldier in the sky With a drop of love Trying to set you free Run for the hills, pick up your feet and let's go We did our jobs, pick up speed now lets move The trees can't grow without the sun in their eyes And we can't live if we're too afraid to die

Good Times, Bad Times-Led Zeppelin

I know what it means to be alone I sure do wish I was at home I don't care what the neighbours say I'm gonna love you each and every day You can feel the beat within my heart Realize, sweet babe, we ain't never gonna part I feel good when I look into your eyes

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[mythica0]

Hi! Can I request a fic where Leo and Donnie accidentally swapped bodies and try to hide it from the fam, but Mikey and Raph find out while tickling them after hearing Leo's laugh coming from Donnie's mouth and vice versa?

I thought it'd be fun to see how the twins would react to experiencing each other's ticklish spots firsthand.

Switch-iation

🎂: ROTTMNT

🧁: Leo, Donnie

🍫: Mikey, Raph

Summary: when the twins wake up in each-others body’s(probably because of one of Donnie’s experiments), they try to hide from their brothers. That doesn’t end well for them.

A/N: thanks for the request! I wasn’t sure why their voices would sound the same but the laugh would be different so I didn’t explain it lmao. I’m also really happy with this title. Cause like, a Situation (or I like to say ‘sitiation’) but switching? Get it? Okay I’ll shut up now.

Not really a TW but just a warning/info: To avoid confusion, Donnie and Leo will be referred to by who the mind is from the twin’s perspective, and who the body is from Mikey’s and Raph’s when they don’t know what’s happening.

TW; some swear words

Switch-iation

Leo woke up and stretched, getting out of bed and shuffling to the bathroom, not taking in his surroundings. He pulled out a toothbrush and stood in front of the mirror to brush his teeth.

But, it wasn’t him in the reflection. It was Donnie.

“What the fuck.” He whispered to no one. But his voice didn’t come out, Donnie’s did.

———————Meanwhile———

Donnie woke up, stood up, and went to grab his battle shell before going into the bathroom.

‘Huh. I can’t find it, it’s usually right here.’ He thought, deciding to get up and look around. It then he noticed something.

‘Wait a second… this isn’t my room. why would I be in Leo’s room? As far as I know I don’t sleep walk.’

As much as he hated to think it, he had an idea of what might be happening. So, he frantically ran into the bathroom, and looked in the mirror.

….fuck. This is the one and only time he will be upset that he was right.

“God damn it” he whispers. It’s Leo’s voice.

Welp. He better go find Leo. In his body. ‘Sigh. It’s going to be a long day’

—————————

Leo was pacing in Donnie’s lab. He had locked himself in, with the hopes that none of his brothers would notice.

He heard a knock on the door.

“Uhh..” his- no Donnie’s- voice was unsure at first. “I’m a bit occupied!” He called , trying to sound like Donnie being annoyed rather than himself being confused and maybe a bit scared.

“Hey, Donnie. It’s me, Leo” his own voice rang out with emphasis on the names.

Oh, it must of been Donnie, in Leo’s body. He didn’t think about the fact that Donnie must’ve gone into his body as well.

Leo let his brother in without a word.

“Here. I brought you this.” Donnie said, handing Leo his battle shell. “It’ll be suspicious if the others see it in my room, I always wear it.”

“Okay.” Leo responds, putting on the Battle shell. (He watched Donnie do it enough times that he knew how)

They decide together that it would be a good idea to hide until this wears off.

That plan goes well for exactly five minutes before shit hits the fan.

Another knock sounds on the door. It’s Raph.

“Hey, Donnie , breakfast is ready.”

Donnie nudges Leo, ‘you have my voice, Nardo’

‘Oh, yeah’ they trade thoughts.

Leo calls out, “No thank you! I’m busy in here!” A lot more confidently than he had before.

“I know Leo’s in there, and I am not allowing you to plan world domination together! Come on!”

Donnie, as much as he hates to, knows he has to act like Leo in order to not raise suspicion.

“How are you gonna stop us?” He calls, adding Leo’s classic smug lilt to his voice. It’s strange hearing it without the classic Leo Smirk (tm)

“I will break this door down. Out. Now.”

“Ugh, fine!” Donnie shouts, before lowering his voice and turning to Leo.

“Okay, new plan, we try to act like eachother while eating breakfast, then we go back to hiding.”

“Good idea”

The two of them unlock the lab and walk out, Donnie trying to display Leo’s confidence in his walk. To be honest, the king mask tails are bothering him to the extreme, but he has to hide it or they’ll be found out. Leo , meanwhile, is attempting to show Donnie’s indifference.

As the boys eat breakfast, Raph starts to get suspicious. Leo keeps making uncomfortable expressions whenever he moves, And Donnie keeps looking like he actually want to pitch in the conversation before he looks back to his phone.

Mikey is in a similar boat.

So, while the twins are arguing(that’s totally in character for the both of them) the other two conspire.

“Something is totally up with Leo and Donnie, right?”

“Oh yeah. Somethin’ alright. Maybe they’re hiding something?”

“Yeah. I have an idea of what we could do to get them to talk.” Mikey smirks

Raph smirks back.

They both stand up and walk over to one of the twins. Raph takes Leo, Mikey takes Donnie.

“What are you two doing?” Donnie asks.

“You guys are hiding somethin’!” Raph exclaims,

“and we’re gonna find out what it is~” Mikey continues with a sing-song.

With that, the two of them start digging into each twins respective worst spot(well, second worst for Donnie, as he was wearing his battle shell)

‘Oh, that’s usually not so bad for me!’ Bith twins think. There spots have switched too! It tickles so much! They can’t help it.

They both immediately start laughing! However..

‘Huh.’

Leo’s laughter is in high-pitched giggles, and Donnie’s laughter is in loud cackles.

‘They’re switched.’

Mikey and Raph both figure it out at the same time.

“You two switched bodies!” And stop abruptly.

“Heh. Yeah.” Donnie-no Leo- says.

“I guess we’re in a bit of a switch-iation!” Leo calls.

His laughter rings through the lair once more

———THE END————————————————

[kowaindar0u]

4 (sada), 9 (yuichi)

[ DEAR  DIARY          .    .    . ]

under the cut again cause lonnng

04.     entry made after experiencing a nightmare.

Dear Diary...

I can't sleep. I tried, but... a bit ago, I woke up from this dream... no, it was more like a nightmare. I was on sortie-- it was me, but it also felt like the entire rest of the honmaru was dispatched there too. Which... I guess might have been a good thing, because the enemies just kept coming, portals opening over and over again. But... one by one all my fellow touken danshi went down, until I was the last one left. I shouldn't have still been alive myself. I kept getting hit and knocked down and run through... and I was so tired... But I couldn't stop myself, I just kept fighting. Everyone lying around me... I don't think they'd broken, but instead they looked to me, and I couldn't let them see, y'know... that I thought I couldn't keep going anymore. So I just kept fighting.

I don't know how I even woke up. I think I was moving around in my sleep, maybe I hit something. I'm sore and I feel clammy.

Usually any nightmares I have are... scarier than this. Like, more big bad fears, or something catastrophic happening. This was... it was awful, but it didn't feel quite like that. It was more... subtly scary, I dunno.

I think I'm just gonna go for a walk or something and try to sleep again in a little while. Hopefully I can clear my head enough.

09.     entry made discussing their school day(s).

[dated sometime toward the middle of his first year of high school]

Hi again...

I still feel silly for even deciding to start keeping a journal. Nothing really happens to me. I go to school... I come home... I go back to school... I'm not interesting. But... I kind of want someone to talk to. I can't talk to other people on my own, and... I think everyone kind of knows that, so... I can't blame them for not trying, you know?

I can't hold it against them when... even a girl who just moved here at the beginning of the year... she seems really sweet, and I think(?) she was trying to be my friend, but... God, it's just so scary. I think she got weirded out, or... maybe I hurt her feelings (god I hope not) when I had trouble getting any words out, so she gave up.

I don't know what's wrong with me. It's not that I dislike any of my classmates. (There's... even one I kind of like a lot. He's already tall, he's cute, he... well, nevermind. It doesn't matter.)

It just feels like... they're all staring at me, or laughing at me, you know? I know all the judgement I feel from them is all in my head-- I'm not important enough for them to think or talk about me that much. But it just makes trying to talk to anyone so... daunting.

So... that's why I have you. You... you're not supposed to even be capable of judging me, right? (why am I asking you?! you're a notebook!) Clearly I don't know if that even really helps. Maybe it's more the fact that I'm writing to you rather than speaking.

For my first entry I didn't write much I think 'cause I was too nervous... which I think should tell you everything you need to know right there. But today... I'm thinking a lot. So I'm gonna try and spill. Well I already spilled some, didn't I? I mean... ugh. Whatever. Continuing...

My parents said I should join a club, maybe it would help me open up more. I don't think they understand at all. I want to be part of something with other people so badly... but I... I just can't do it. So at least once a week after school I go to Meigetsu-in and just... sit by myself. Some evenings I stay late and tell my parents "we" were working on a project.

Just saying all this ... it sounds so... pathetic. I'm fifteen. I'm supposed to have friends and hang out and do things, aren't I?! Instead I just... don't! can't!

I get the feeling that I'm going to be writing similar words on these pages every time I come to write to you. I'm sorry for that, ahead of time. Like I said before... not much happens to me. But thinking like this? It happens a lot.

[artzychic27]

I'd love to see a slight AU where The Artist Family and the creepy Science Kids are in the same universe and the Science Kids were the ones to get the Artist Family to go to DuPont. Spooky shenanigans ensue.

The Artists and Creepy Kids met each other at the funeral of some dead guy and immediately hit it off

Ismael, Alix, Rose, and Cosette pull off all sorts of pranks, and it's driving everyone in Paris mad

Reshma and Juleka are conning every sucker out of their money thanks to Reshma's premonitions

Marinette gets Aurore to make it rain and thunder during carnivals and Jean causes all sorts of disasters there just by breathing

Ismael and Lacey get to watch their first spider birth when the eggs a black widow laid in Marc's hair begin to hatch

Since they're outcasts, too, it's easy for the Creepy Kids to convince the Artist Family to attend DuPont

And Marc and Nathaniel immediately regret it when they discover they'll be in separate classes

And Damocles regrets allowing more outcasts to attend Dupont

M. Monlataing is more than welcoming, even helping to take care of the baby spiders crawling out of Marc's hair and mouth

Cosette and Ismael help Nino mess with Gabriel on many occasions

Mme. Bustier, of course, tries to get them to behae "normally"... Cue spiders in her coffee, poison in her lunch, a snake in her car, horrible images embedded in her brain, and a rain cloud following her everywhere

They do the same to Lila

Lacey has some of the spirits possessing her take notes so she can sleep during class

Denise once lifted the entire school when they were trying to look for their phone, and it freaked everyone out

Juleka and Mireille have just created a new form of poison which causes the person to die for five minutes and then return to life with their organs still in tact

Reshma loves to leave the students in suspense of what their futures hold. Besides, they deserve it for trying to form an angry mob and run her friends out of school... Again

Cosette likes to leave their head in peoples' lockers

M. Monlataing is always one step ahead of the Outcasts. He stops Nathaniel's fires, pours the teachers new coffee after Juleka and Mireille poisoned the previous cups, always seems to know where Ismael might end up and takes him straight to class, defuses Alix and Rose's time bombs, etc.

When Zoé arrives, they're like, "Ugh! Another normal person!"

Zoé: Hi! I'm- *A book drops out of her purse.*

Simon: The Book of Household Poisons.

Zoé: Ignore that!

Denise: *Looks through her purse* Chloroform, a cleaver, acid, goodbye notes in our handwriting, leather gloves, trash bags, and organs in a jar.

Zoé: I... I am a performance artist.

Cosette: Yeah, and I'm Jack the Ripper. You're a little psychopath, aren't you?

Zoé: No! I just... Okay! You caught me!

Reshma: Wonderful! Our class has been lacking one, so you came at the perfect moment.

Ismael: So, what was your plan? Knock us out and slice us open before pinning the goodbye letters to the walls? Or, were you gonna poison us with the acid? You've got a lot of options here.

Zoé: ... You're not the least bit terrified.

Aurore: Nope! Watch this. *Slaps Marc on the back, and he immediately starts coughing up spiders* Also- Cosette! Think fast!

Cosette: What? *Aurore punches her head off*

Zoé: So, I'm guessing I won't be able to kill some of you.

[latibvles]

SAD, BEAUTIFUL, TRAGIC.

beautiful, tragic // onward, beside you.

as the world comes to an end, i'll be here to hold your hand.

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SUMMARY: Morning comes and Easy Company moves out — but Mourmelon will have to wait after all.

WARNINGS: none

NOTES: temporarily, SBT updates are going to be limited to just Sundays. This is mostly because I have a heavy workload this semester, so I'm giving myself more leeway and time to get things done with this story and my other projects. thank you for understanding!!

He’s pretty in the morning.

Sleep relaxes the muscles of his face in a way that makes him look way younger — the straight-laced accountant of nearly three years ago, untouched by war, no matter what the slowly growing beard and dark circles might suggest.

Light leaks in through the one window in the room — pale and white from the snow outside. It’s quiet too, and she can hear the gentle puffs of breath coming from him that she doesn’t want to disrupt at all, so she says nothing of it. What she does do is drink in the sight before her — the softer lines of him, his lashes and the upturn to his nose. Pretty.

“You’re staring.” His voice cuts through the quiet, thick and rough with sleep as he barely opens one eye.

“I can look away if you’re shy. Cover my eyes, maybe.” With his lips curling into a grin, his arm wrapping around her a little tighter, she hears the low rumble of a chuckle vibrate through his chest.

“Mm. Full of ideas, aren’t you?” He muses with a hefty sigh.

“What can I say? I’m pretty smart.” Opening his eyes further, the grin turns into a smirk of sorts.

“I just said ideas, not good ideas.” Daisy rolls her eyes at the remark, his fingers going to twirl one of the few strands of hair that isn’t a tangled mess around his fingers.

“Pot calling the kettle black,” She murmurs, and he raises a brow, curious. “Even if I didn’t see you run through the German line, it’s all the men have been talking about since Foy. I just didn’t blow my lid ‘cause I had a job to do at the time,” Ron nods, slowly, like he’s trying to recount what he did, like he doesn’t remember — she doesn’t push it further than that, propping herself up to kiss his nose. “The men are gonna be looking for you.”

Ron unwraps from around her, sitting up with a quiet heave.

“Sick of me already?” He goes to stroke her cheek and she smiles, rolling her eyes.

“If I was anymore selfish I’d keep you here all day and have you to myself,” She leans in, kissing him briefly and she watches him break out into another grin. “Unfortunately one of us has to be the sensible one, and I think the sister who sleeps here is going to want her bed back.”

She lets her fingers once again trail over the planes of his face, his lips, eyes falling on the bruises on his collarbone and her face flushes as she goes to button his shirt. There are probably similar spots on her hips that she just hasn’t seen yet. Still, Daisy doesn’t miss how his grin once again turns into a smirk, which is a bit more flustering the morning after. She opens her mouth to speak again when there’s a sharp knock at the door, and Daisy snaps her head to it.

“You up, Clarke?” It’s Lip’s muffled voice through the door. Daisy clears her throat, straightening up as though Lip could see through the door.

“I… I am now. Did you need something?” There’s nowhere for Ron to hide that would be out of view of the Sergeant, and so she’s entirely banking on Lipton’s respect for her privacy.

“No I was just… making sure. If you see Lieutenant Speirs on your way out, would you tell him Captain Winters is looking for him?” Daisy looks at Ron, who looks wholly entertained at their current predicament. She rolls her eyes.

“Yeah Lip, you got it,” She waits for the sound of retreating footsteps, before reaching back to promptly swat at him. “This is the part where I kick you out, Lieutenant.” Ron doesn’t do anything to mask his snickering as he stands up, pulling on his jacket and his scarf, snapping the webbing into its place.

Daisy rises shortly after that, makes her way to the door, and pokes her head out to ensure the hallway is clear before looking back to him. He pokes his head out quickly, then turns to her.

The kiss he gives her is long, but soft, tilting her chin to meet him. The kind that’s sure to leave her breathless and thoroughly flustered. He pulls away and looks her up and down once.

“See you in a minute.” He mutters.

“If you don’t get out of here I might actually keep you in that bed all day.” Ron grins at that, but pulls himself away, walking down the hall and leaving Daisy leaning against the doorway with flushed cheeks and a contained smile.

Hageneu is no Mourmelon.

Hageneu is… gray, doubly so with the men’s despondent morale and Lipton’s hacking still loud in her ears despite herself and Eugene branching off from the others to poke around the bombed out buildings. It’s still cold, the ground is wet from the melted snow, and just across the river there are Germans waiting patiently to strike at any time. As she and Eugene approach the bombed out ghost of an old storefront, they exchange bewildered looks.

As selfish as it might be, she really can’t wait to slink back into the slightly-warmer CP.

“Find anything over there, Gene?” she calls to the man searching behind the counter as she combs through the shelves. There are discarded cans and tins, some burst or otherwise open. Others are still shut, but she finds a blue container and while she doesn’t speak French, she recognizes the tea leaf design on the label and immediately snatches it, turning to show off her find. “Think First Sergeant Lipton could use this.”

Gene pokes his head up from the counter in a way that reminds her a little bit of a rabbit, before nodding his head.

“Got uh… couple’a bandages, they cleaned out here pretty quick.” Daisy looks at the spots where there are marks in the dust, freshly looted material, and she can’t help but roll her eyes, half-annoyed and half-fond.

“You’re all terrible.”

“I haven’t done anything.” Gene refutes as he rounds the counter.

“Really? So if I write Vera right now and ask if she’s gotten any new silver candleholders or forks and spoons she’s gonna call me crazy?” Eugene just smiles and shrugs, which is all the confirmation she needs. “Like I said, you’re all terrible.” They walk out of the store front.

“Gonna make a stop at OP three. I didn’t like how McClung’s cough was sounding.” Eugene informs and Daisy nods, watching him break off as she continues her hurried walk to Company CP.

She’d been lucky not to be on the business end of a sniper, or be blown up by a mortar, and she isn’t trying to test that luck.

The ride to Hageneu had been quick in comparison to the ride into Bastogne — although similar in that they were packed like sardines in that deuce-and-a-half. She would’ve felt a little bad, leaning on Lipton and dozing off, if he hadn’t all but passed out on the hours-long ride too.

Familiar and yet different, it made her heart ache.

Daisy steps into the CP, into a tentative sort of quiet, met with the back of a dark-haired man’s head, a boyish looking Lieutenant sitting on one of the couches, and most importantly, Sergeant Lipton half laid out on the couch with a blanket over him and a report in hand. Daisy huffs, and points an accusatory finger at him.

“You are impossible, y’know that?” She scolds, and the man with his back to her jumps before turning his head. Webster, from Holland — Rita complained about him a couple times and how he talked too much. “Y’know when three medics order you on bed rest that means rest. In a bed. Like the ones in the back with the actual sheets.”

Lipton opens his mouth to say something but it’s caught in another hefty cough. Daisy sighs, reaching down to pat his back for a moment until the fit passes.

“Lieutenant Clarke this is… Lieutenant Jones,” Lipton gestures and Daisy finally looks over to the one on the couch. “Lieutenant Jones, this is our combat nurse.” George doesn’t throw in one of his playful warnings, and Webster just stares at her. She gives Jones a curt nod, but little more than that, then looks back at Lipton. He looks less like a Sergeant and more like a kicked puppy, holding his canteen full of coffee between frigid fingers.

“You need to go lie down, in a spot where your legs actually fit—”

“Captain Speirs, sir, this is Lieutenant Jones,” she knows it’s half to stop her second reprimand and partially to do his job, but she hears Ron’s grunt behind her and knows he isn’t out of it yet.

“Listen, for Christ’s sake would you go in the back and sack out!? There’s beds back there with fresh sheets.” Daisy looks back at Ron, who’s got his fingers curled around a trophy. He catches her gaze and they stare at each other for a moment in acknowledgment before he reverts his attention. Lipton sighs, squinting, like it’s too bright out for his bleary eyes.

“I will, sir, just wanted to make myself useful, sir.”

“Listen up.” All the men in the room snap to attention, sans Lipton, as Dick and Nixon walk into the room next.

There’s a patrol tonight, fifteen men for Ron to pick and judging by his face the gears are slowly but certainly turning. He’s tired. They all are. It’s just rare to see it on his face as he nods and affirms Dick’s orders, making his way across the room while Lipton cranes his neck and sips his coffee. Dick, briefly, shifts his attention to her.

“Clarke, how are the medics on supplies?” She rises to her feet, dusting off her pants.

“We’re fine on bandages and… basic stuff. More couldn’t hurt. And penicillin would be useful, for Sergeant Lipton’s pneumonia. I think a flu might be going around. A few men in third platoon aren’t feeling too well and Roe’s looking over them.” Dick nods at that.

“We’ll get a jeep for you tomorrow and head to the field hospital further in town. That sound good?”

“Yes, sir.”

And she watches for a few, slightly embarrassing moments as Lieutenant Jones volunteers himself for the patrol, and Dick all but avoids his question, before excusing herself to get Lipton some hot water from the cookhouse. She doesn’t miss how Jones asks again moments later, as she’s leaving, and hears Ron’s gruff and firm denial.

Keeping herself busy isn’t especially hard — she returns when Lip’s finished his coffee and helps him to his feet, just to bring him to the back where he and Ron were bunked and make him lay down again while she takes the hot water and the scavenged tea, offering it to him with a gentler smile (accompanied by another threat of dragging him back to bed kicking and screaming, if she has to). He all but passes out as afternoon creeps in, and she takes that opportunity to snatch a room in this bombed out house for herself.

Inside is warmer than outside, even if the difference isn’t by a lot. Upstairs there’s a room closest to the stairwell that looks wholly unoccupied, with a bed with sheets too, which is always a nice commodity.

Daisy has such little on her person, but even shedding the fraying scarf and placing it on the bed gives her a sense of ownership she’s missed, in some respect.

She takes a look in the mirror — it’s cracked a little, spindly lines spiderwebbing across the surface but she can still make out her own slightly jagged reflection. Daisy shudders at the sight, her skin taking on a slightly-yellow hue from the cold, her face notably thinner and her hair a tangled mess. From her neck hangs the cross she’d been sent (which still didn’t feel right) and on top of it, Laura’s coin (which brought with it both an ache and an inexplicable comfort).

There’s a knock on the doorframe and she snaps her attention to it.

Ron leans against the doorway, looking her up and down for a moment.

“They’ve got showers. Waited for the men to clear out to tell you,” She nods, her gaze reverting back to her own reflection in the mirror, scrunching her nose at the sight. “You alright?” She makes a vague gesture to her tangled braid.

“I’ve gotta comb this out first. Probably gonna hurt like a bitch.”

“You need help?”

“You don’t have somewhere to be?” He walks in fully, and shuts the door behind him, leaning against it.

“Captain Nixon’s getting the boats, I’ve got a meeting in an hour with the patrol group and Captain Winters,” he makes his way over to her. “Plus I’m keeping an eye on the showers. Make sure no one tries anything.”

“Ah, guard duty then?” He exhales sharply through the noise, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly with the smile he’s trying to fight against.

“Yeah, sure, we’ll call it guard duty.” It probably wouldn’t be as necessary if the other nurses were with her, but given she’s the only one here — she can’t exactly blame them for the precaution.

She fishes through her bag for the comb (admittedly one of her own trinkets that she fished from Noville), and holds it out to him. He takes it and she goes to sit on the bed, with him on his knees behind her.

When they were children, she used to sit on the ottoman in their living room, her mother running a comb through her hair while Ron and James laid sprawled out on the floor playing with jacks and marbles and wrinkling their Sunday best, much to their mothers’ detriment every single Easter. They’d make her giggle with their competitiveness and in turn her mother would scold her from moving her head too much. The middle-part to her braids always ended up slightly eschew, and James always won marbles, because Mrs. Speirs would make Ron stand up so she could lint-roll his shirt one last time.

The thought makes her smile, even when the comb snags on knots and tangles that make her wince otherwise.

“What’re you thinking about?” Ron asks, and her smile immediately turns teasing, glancing up towards the shattered mirror to look him in the eye as best she can.

“You losing at scatter jacks.” He rolls his eyes, running the comb from the crown of her head to a bit past her shoulder blade.

“Keep being so nice to me and someone might think you have a thing for me.”

“Perish the thought, Ronald,” He responds with a very light tap to the side of her head with the comb, and she snickers in response as she takes it from him, standing up and staring at herself a moment longer. She could braid it later, after showering. “I’ll be with Lip tonight, see if his symptoms get any worse in the night. And you’ll be…” He rises, letting his fingers graze her neck for a moment.

“On the line, waiting for the patrol to get back.” She nods, reaching up to grab the hand ghosting over her neck and shoulder, bringing it towards her and pressing a kiss to the cracked knuckles. Ron’s eyebrows raise and she smiles a bit.

“Try to squeeze in some sleep, if you can. You look tired.”

“Pot calling the kettle black.”

It’s her turn to roll her eyes, lacing their fingers for a moment to squeeze his hand.

“Whatever you say, Captain Speirs. Now come play guard so I can shower in peace.” Daisy doesn’t miss the way his lip seems to curl at the use of his title, but she lets go of his hand and makes her way out the door, suppressing her grin as she hears Ron’s slightly more quickened footsteps behind her.

[synthshenanigans]

HMS OTGW AU

Synopsis of the few episodes that i have planned its a lot of text i apologize + i wrote all this very late yesterday so it might be a lil rough lol.

Also I am very very tempted to write chapters on ao3 about this AU, so if you dont want spoilers on it you prolly dont wanna read the rest. Tho I gonna leave some things out just to save that for the fic. (i cant promise that theyll all be written and posted soon but i will try my best)

tw for depression and suicide (I mean have you seen the album)

Episode 7- For Whom The Bell Tolls

Instead of Laura and Aunite Whispers being there, the house is empty and wanting the get away from the cold, they decide to stay for the night. Soul goes out for firewood and leaves the other 2 to clean up and make a place to sleep in for all of them. They've all been getting along from that point so Soul isnt worrided about anything. Things are fine for awhile, but after searcing around, they find the bell from the original episode. But instead whoever holds the bell, can command another to do whatever the holder wants (kinda like the og bell but slight different). It at first goes fine, Hearts mainly just goofing off and messing around with it for a bit. Though, the concept of one controlling the other starts an arguement (like in the album) and without Soul to calm things down, it eventually breaks into a full fight. When Soul finaly gets back, one of them is just about to kill the other (again like the album). Which leads to a similer fight like TSE and The Bidding but now with Soul going with the fact that since they cant get along, they should just go their separate ways and find their own ways out. In the end none of them stay in the house and all go split up into the woods (which is definitely the best idea to do in the dark winter woods)

Episode 8- Cacophony

Instead of the drug trip dream that Greg has, itd just be the 3 of them trying and failing to go through the woods on their own. Each of them eventually having their breakdowns like in THA, TME and TSE. Leaving them all doing horribly mentally and attempting to sleep in the snow. (Like how Wirt and Greg do). Before Soul can (attempt) to rest, The Beast finds him, wanting to do a trade with him. If Soul were to go steal the lanturn from the Woodsman and become the new lanturn bearer, The Beast would let Heart and Mind go free out of the Unknown. And as long as he keeps the lanturn lit, theyd live happily and finally get along. Saying that as soon as hes even being near the Woodsman, they would already be free. The Beast of course is lying, and plans to kill off Heart and Mind and turn them into edelwood trees. Still, Soul has nothing else to go for, and so begins to search for the Woodsman.

Episode 9 - Into the Unknown

Flashback episode bby. I thought about making HMS go relatively through the same thing Wirt and Greg did (minus the whole Sara and school bit since none of the go to high school being like 20ish years old). Then I instead thought of Whole. (ps gonna try and write Whole as a separate person from CJ, since it feels weird to me to write about him so Wholes kinda his own character in this)

On Halloween, Whole would go through a rough day (one that would likely cause him to split into 3). Being frustrated with a lot of things he decides to take a walk to clear his head. Tho the rainy moody weather of *whatever this takes place* doesn't help his mood at all. Hell it makes it worse if anything. Its now night time and he eventually ends at a cemetary (like in the show).

Suprisingly no one is there, so he takes a break from walking by sitting up top a certain garden wall. At this point, this thoughts are getting worse and more depressing (his thoughts are also now spliting into 2 and then 3 voices). He gets knocked outta his thoughts when the rain really starts to pick up. Tries to get down but falls off on the other side onto train tracks. And like in the show, a train starts to head straight down them. Whole (still not in a good state of mind) stays there and waits for it. Its not till he suddenly feels him throwing himself out of the way almost involuntary. (The "Wait, no please wait!" sorta moment by Heart and Mind). And like Wirt and Greg, he falls into the pond/lake and passes out.

Episode 10 - The Unknown

(im using the stuff i typed last night so if it's incomprehensible and stupid, thats why)

Heart and Mind wake up similer to Wirt (in the snow with the edelwood branches on them). Now with clearer head, the both immediately panic worrying where the other 2 have gone and go looking for them. Heart gets disoriented with the harsh snow and winds, since hes ya know, blind, and ends up on the frozen lake in the show. And just as Mind finds him there, like Wirt, Heart falls into the frozen lake. Mind barely saves him and has another mental breakdown. Heart wakes back up in the middle of it and they have a lil bonding moment (they siblings your honor). They eventually get up and search for Soul. When they finally find him, hes like ONE second away from just fuckin murdering the woodsman for the lanturn. (hes given up at living at this point and just wants the best for Heart and Mind so hes like...less sane than usual) The Beast told Soul they should've already been out by now so Soul is now pissed he was lied to. The Beast gives up and decides to kill all three of them and have the (knocked out) woodsman stay at the bearer. Soul tries to fight it with the woodsmans axe but is too weak to do anything. The Beast and grabs the hatchet and throws Soul against the trees, leaving Heart and Mind to fight it themselves. Mind (and Darrell) can barley fight it off while Heart tries to find the not knowing its near Soul. Beast swats Darrell away and slams Mind into the tree, holding him there. Just as its about to wrap him in edelwood, Heart suddenly is like "haha bitch fear me" thinking he has the hatchet then realizing its actually the lanturn. Mind just slays there for a sec just like "god damnit juno you had ONE fucking job" Tho obviously, The Beast gets immediately pissed, not wanting the fire to burn out. Heart goes through the same realization that Wirt went through of "Why do you even care about the lanturn anyway? Its almost like your spirit is...wait" Beast moves, droppig Mind and threatens Heart. Although scared, Heart finally stands up for himself, tired of being ordered around at what to do. After freeing Soul, Mind then steps in front of Heart now protecting them while Soul uses the hatchet to stand back up in front of both of them. Willing to fight for his life again while also being pissed at the Beast for lying to him (also that it thought it could give him a purpose and tell him what hes supposed to be and do. Basically Soul has the realization he has in Two Wuv) Beast panics and tries threatening them/negotiate with all of them to let it live. Of course it doesnt work and they blow out the lanturn. Soul holds Darrell as Heart and Mind work together to hold Soul up as they finally walk out of the unknown.

Whole wakes up in the hospital in a similar fashion that Greg and Wirt do, reassuring close people that hes alright and just accidentally fell. He wants a bit of time to himself tho to comprehend him almost dying and the weird dream he had. Tho just as hes about to be like "twas all a dream" he finds that Darrell is laying next to him in the bed. The nurse saying that the chicken wouldnt leave him no matter what they tried to do. Darrell luckily didnt get too in the way and they figured it was his so just left him there. Whole then is like "yea...i guess he is" while mentally being like "WAIT WHAT THE FUCK HOW IS HE REAL??" The nurse leaves him be and he sits there thinking over everything and decides that he is a lot better mentally since that adventure and is happy his selves have gotten better and in turn he himself has gotten better.

Maybe he can talk to the three of them eventually or he gets inspired and starts making a certain album idk. As a wise man once said

Also had the ideas of 1.Heart and Mind being lost in the unknown with Soul as the woodsman trying to help them get back while also trying to save "Whole's" spirit in the lantern and 2.Heart and Mind are lost in the unknown with Soul being the Beast

[aviel-the-trans-bucket]

Welcome back my madlads, today is our last foyer down emo nostalgia lane as my next post will likely be on Gerard’s solo album hesitant alien and his singles. Today we’ll be doing an mcr medley, any song I missed because it wasn’t on one of the main albums and also covers they’ve done. I’m excited to see what all is left so let’s get this started.

So this is kinda an eclectic mix of songs ranging from every snowflake is different to desolation row. I’m excited to listen to what’s left which does include fake your death and foundations of decay. I am hopeful maybe we’ll see a new album on the horizon but if not it was nice to feel a part of this sphere during this comeback. We’ll go by date and start with the songs that aren’t dated as they remain unreleased.

Note I’ll likely be very unfamiliar with most of these covers, the exception being all I want for Christmas because Mariah Carey is an scp and she lives in all our brains.

The Drugs: ok starting off, this one kinda rocks man. Good opening guitar. Ok is pretty good, but I’m pretty neutral on it. I might just be a lil over saturated on mcr after all this tbh, it may take a lot more to wow me now.

Sister To Sleep: ok this one is real difficult cause of my audio processing issues, I literally have no idea what’s being said, audio too crunchy. It’s probably a bop tho. Maybe I should have listened to a video of them playing it live instead.

Still Alive: ok so I literally could not find any reference of this on YouTube, oh well maybe one day some of these will get studio releases.

Jack The Ripper: ok cover time, let’s see what this one has to offer. Pretty groovy, not bad so far. Oh ok I think this one is gonna fuck. Once again my autism ears not liking crunchy audio. Again not bad I’m neutral on it, maybe if I was capable of hearing properly I’d like it more. It can’t be helped.

All I want For Christmas Is You: Ah yes, the cursed texts. I’m excited to hear their take on it, but I feel like every time I listen to it normally I take psychic damage. His voice is magic, gritty in the best ways. Slam me with the fucking guitar in the face man cmon do it. Yea this one is bop. I like it it, it’s nice. It’s not blasting my tits off but that’s fine.

Astro Zombies: ok next song, maybe this one will obliterate my shit. Ok got guitar. Oh this one kinda rocks. Got a good groove to it. Not bad, again we’re in like nice/good tier.

Under Pressure: so this song has a reputation, and yet I still haven’t even listened to the original. So of course time to listen to a cover. Oooooo I like this, oh fuck yea. This is what I’ve been waiting for! It’s not melting my face but it’s super fucking good tho!

Desert Song: ok acoustic time, this one is about to knock me on my ass into my feelings ain’t it? Oh this is beautiful. Also I’m getting some serious foundations vibes, “did you come to stare or wash away the blood” and “let it flood, let it flood, let it wash away” feel like parallels. Ok it’s somber and beautiful but it isn’t putting me in my feelings thank fuck. But this and foundations really do feel like sister songs. I really enjoy this, oddly relaxing in a way.

Song 2: this seems like another with crunchy audio, let’s hope I can understand what’s being said. Oh hello, guitar fucks. Oh damn, sassy. This one does fuck. Oooooooh fuck yea the guitar FUCKS!!

Untitled/ Someone Out There Loves You: oooo haunting opening melody, very pretty. And the guitar fucks! Ok this one rocks, like pretty fucking good.

The Black Parade Is Dead: ok short and sweet, the killing of the black parade, a nice interlude. Welcome back from the dead you beautiful bastards.

Desolation Row: Not sure what to expect but I’m kinda excited. Now this fucks! This rocks, I like this :). Maybe I should go back through and do all the mcr music videos, because for all these posts I’ve just been doing the audio.

Common People: ooo synthy. Ok this one is ok not bad. Again pretty neutral on it, but not bad. God damn the guitar is going nuts tho.

Every Snowflake Is Different (Just Like You): ah yes, the yo gabba gabba song. Let’s hear it, see how this goes. Yo why’s the audio so crispy. Ok new video. That’s better. This is cute, charming. It’s a good time, very cute.

Hell Hath No Fury: very short but kinda a banger, shame it’s was unfinished but what exsists is pretty nice.

Fake Your Death: damn we’re almost done, this is the last song I haven’t heard yet, before I get m6 face ripped off by foundations. Oh this is nice. Oh damn I like this beat. Man this is a fucking bop. Good song, I like.

Foundations Of Decay: here’s the last one until they drop new music boys, she’s been living in my liked videos almost since it dropped and boy does it blow our tits clean off. Comfortingly nostalgic but at the same time some entirely new and I’m so here for this glorious rebirth. Starts slow and staticky and lovely, then it drops and punches you in the face and I fucking LOVE It!!! And as the vermin crawl 😌. Shit moves through you man, I adore this song. GET! UP! COWARD!

Quite the journey, and I’m really hoping it isn’t over just yet! There were many songs, some ok and some that make me feel like I’m getting hit in the gut. This has been a wonderful journey from birth, to Black Death, to our own little Renaissance. I look forward to where we’ll go from here but for now, I must say goodbye. From here on I’ll be listening to the solo music of each of the members, my next post should be hesitant alien. It’s been real my madlads and my top 5 of this medley of songs are…

1: Foundations Of Decay (obviously)

2: Fake Your Death

3: Desolation Row

4: Desert Song

5: Under pressure

Man…it’s finally over. Well I guess I’ll see you madlads back with hesitant alien. Maybe I’ll see you back with a new mcr album if we’re lucky. It’s been a joy going down this walk down emo memory lane with you all, lots of love ❤️

[aforgottenmercenary]

Fucking exhaustion.

This is what he gets fighting fifty men off in an absolute slaughter. Now his body is tired and he slumps up against a tree. Greatsword warn and bloody, Sword and Axe around the lot in some poor sucker's skull or what has it.

Sleep...he needs sleep...

"Boy! Get up!"

Grandpa?!

Lifting his head up, the man looked around the familiar sight.

A hut, big enough for three to live in, surrounded by small clearings of trees, yet still have some remaining. Standing tall was an man in his late sixties but still built like a well-traveled fighter.

"Listen well boy, today will be training with real swords, so no winning when you get hurt."

Belmont blinked his eyes to ward off sleep before groaning, his voice higher in pitch as he stood a meager four foot four. Was this a memory replaying?

"Grandpa, im only five! Can't we do something more basic?"

Ignoring his words, Grandpa tossed a sheathed sword to him, letting it smack his body and face to make him grab and held tightly upon his person.

"Enough, we're starting now."

With a sigh, Belmont pulled out the sword, finding it too large for him to wield....but he'll try. Grandpa soon draws his weapon and begin to swipe at Belmont, forcing the child to block. He smirked, pulling away and started swinging from the left.

Blocked.

Swinging from the right!

Blocked.

Swinging right again but he fainted his blow, cutting Belmont across his brow hard enough to make his left side bleed profusely and left a scar.

Belmont let out a gasp before it turned into an anguished scream of pain, knocked to the grass floor clutching his head to stop the bleeding and rolling in the grass and dirt and anguish. Grandpa sneered, going to the boy and kicks him.

"Get up boy! You enemies would have killed you by now!"

Belmont grunted, feeling red hot in anger and pain as he got up, grabbing his sword on the way and swinging wildly like it was club than it's intended use.

Grandpa dodged and blocked his attacks, seeing him get more wild and more fierce in his strike. He scuffed seeing just going wild before stepping aside and smacking his back with the flat of his blade.

Belmont damn near was stumbling, fearing he might fall on his sword somehow and get himself killed. Nah, he can't, he want's to teach his old man a lesson no to mess with him. He steady his breathing as he heard his grandpa approached him.

With a bit of an old warcry that inhabited Grandpa, He was trying to aim down at his shoulder but the little bastard got cocky, with Belmont using the reach of his longer blade to duck and swipe at his leg, cutting into his calves to damage his approach.

The old war dog let out a yelp in pain and frustration, seeing this kid get the better of him. He feels that this boy will be a prodigy, but he shouldn't get cocky. In retaliation, he thrust his sword up against his right bicep, puncturing deep before cutting more of his flesh as a good reminder. It wasn't enough to cut his nerves but to scar him, making sure he never forgets.

Belmont cries and screams in pain, dropping his sword on the ground and backing up, tears that welled up when his forehead was cut soon streamed down, grasping tightly at his arm. He kneels to the ground, hunching over as he continues to cry out bloody murder, causing Grandpa to stop his mercenary act and go to his parent role.

From his belt pouch, he pulled out some healing ointment, blessed by some druidic or fey magic to heal a wound instantly. Grandpa knelt beside Belmont to take a load off his foot and rub some of the ointment on his forehead, forcefully lifting him so Belmont could face him.

"Settle down you little shit, you're not gonna die."

a tiny amount on his cut, it began to heal...enough. The rest he plans to do via stitching, thinking that would be the next session after this.

"I won't sugarcoat any of this for you, boy. I am training you to be a sellswords. I won't live for much longer but I want you to learn my skills to survive..."

When Belmont feels the healing ointment work through his body to message and mend his body, he sniffles as he glares at him in fear but shakily nods.

Gasping out, his breathing became eradic, but his vision help with his circumstance,mostly of where he is.

The medic wing? How did he gi-

Huh? A hand? A hand on his? Who- oh...silly question.

Looking beside him, feeling his hand held on by his close partner: Iris. They must of found him and she revived him back to health.

How grateful he is to have her in his life.

"Fuck you old man, i got a cherished companion."

[lost-in-wond3rland]

I had two 12oz redbulls and a 16oz monster today and I'm alive out of pure spite

TW for: food relationship, depression, self medication

So maybe I'm not just alive out of pure spite but it sounded more fun that way lol I'm mainly alive from riding the Eras Tour high (thank you Seattle and Taylor Alison Swift) (no, I don't live in Seattle but I did fly there).

So I haven't slept since Thursday.

Not entirely true, I mostly slept last night and the night before so really I hadn't sleep Thursday-Sunday but Sunday night was chill.

I did overly pump myself with caffeine today and it did exactly z e r o help at work which sucked.

I have therapy on Friday and I'm 95% sure I'm going to cancel. I don't think I like my therapist.

It's been a couple of sessions and:

Talking about myself is uncomfortable as fuck (yes, I realized the irony of this as I am semi journaling on a public platform but bffr, no one is reading this and if they ARE I have know way of knowing)

I'm not against natural remedies persay but e v e r y t h i n g she suggests is natural remedies? Tea for insomnia, roots to eat to help focus for the possible ADHD (on top of the fact that I've asked more than once to see a psych to at least get a diagnosis to know for sure if I have it, especially since I apparently check most of the boxes? But then she asked why I would want them? Um... cuz I wanna know? And I'm going into grad school and don't have time to be fighting my brain all the time?), exercise to raise serotonin to help depression (which yes I understand the science there but TW ALERT I have some... food and body issues we shall say that turn into spirals v quickly of I will go to the gym for two hours and only eat a singular granola bar for the whole day. So like. Yeahhhh when she said I might be depressed because "maybe you need to exercise more" that was fun lol Especially when I know I obviously don't look like I have said issues in the stereotypical sense)

So like. You could see why after a few sessions I'm not too keen on going back. I've been on a bit of an up swing anyway so like *shrug*

The reason I started going to therapy again was because things were... not ideal. Not that I was actively gonna do something. But also like. If I fell into an eternal slumber, I wouldn't necessarily have been mad about it typa deal. Kinda hoping for the whole eternal sleep thing but not doing anything to cause it, ya feel? But now things are fine and I can't help but feel like I was being dramatic because like. I'm fine. Everything is fine. And I really have nothing to complain about. So like. Dramatic, ya know?

It feels silly to me a lot of the time. People have real issues and real trauma, and I haveeee. A trip to London and Paris coming in the fall... so like. What the fuck do I need to be in therapy for? It just. Feels kinda fake. Like I'm being dramatic.

I feel like sometimes I build shit up in my head too much and then I stop and I'm like. Why. There are so many other things happening, so many other people with real life issues, and then here I am. I don't like it.

I was smoking a LOT of weed for a LONG time to just kinda coast ya know? To either feel something if I felt nothing or to feel something else other than what I was feeling. Which is great, and worked, but with my job if I get caught I will no longer have said job. Also the fact that like, weed sleep is a THING and where as not being hungover is great, I'll loose half the day knocked tf out (which considering the sleep situation might not be the worst thing so maybe I should go to the local dispensary lmao but then it makes me eat a bunch and then I feel awful the next day and cycles and cycles and cycles). So unfortunately/fortunately that is a no go cuz work and I gotta be awake enough to do hw man.

So yeah. I'm kind of in the "fuck therapy, I'm fine" mind set lately. Yeah, I get some intense lows but they haven't been consistent like they were plus I don't even know what fucking causes them. Somedays I just wake up and it's like, "oh cool, I'm floating in an abyss today". Some days I know if I spend too much time alone, my thoughts will suffocate me. Some days I wake up normal, and halfway through they day a switch flips out of nowhere and I'm just exhausted and don't want to exist. Sometimes I'm so numb or out of it I know I just shouldn't be driving because I feel nothing or feel out of my body.

But lately there's been none of that, and I've been good. So.

Yikes, this shit is not linear at all lol It's going in any and all directions. And there really is no point to it either. Just. Wanted to talk to myself about some things in my brain. But either way.

Therapy on Friday. Be there or be square! 98% sure I'm gonna be square because I just simplyyyyy do not want to go, nor do I see the point of it at the moment.

I also probably really need sleep. Or at least more sleep since I did in fact sleep pretty decently last night.

Oh! I'm also kind of in love with Taylor Zakhar Perez. He's so pretty it's irritating lmao He's also gonna play Alex in the RW&RB movie and I can't wait. I'm watching it with Lex on Saturday (Aug 12) since she has D&D on Aug 11 (cries in I wanted to watch it that night but I GUESS I'll fucking wait lol). But yeah. Hashtag daddy

-Seven

07.26.2023

[rippeds0cks]

6/13/2023

Good evening absolutely no one. Today's pics are from me after swimming for a while cause I am currently on a half weights half swimming split cause I need to improve my cardio and also not be so fat. I don't like these pics but I had to take something yknow. Today was pretty bad. Started off sucking by me waking up to someone thirsting over my pics on twitter and my gay friend decided it was their initiative to very grossly "claim" me and objectify me hard as hell. At first I was just gonna ignore it but it kept bothering me so I just dm'ed them and told them to never do some shit like that again. I should've known that they would make it about them and how they were "so distraught they made me uncomfortable" and literally tried making me console them at one point. I basically just told them to get over themselves. Shit like this really reassures my belief that I'll never be in love or a relationship again. People just disgust me honestly. Especially adding to how gross this was is that I had told them how I disliked that it's really difficult for me to ever make any kind of genuine connection with anyone cause most people just see me as an object or piece of meat. Anyways. I been pretty dead set on moving back to America. I don't know if anything could really change my mind at this point. Life out here just kinda sucks especially with school n everything. It's impossible to meet people and when you do it's all very surface level no one really wants to know each other. Don't get me wrong I recognize that I'm a fucking loser but still. The main two places I'm considering moving to are La and New York. I don't really wanna move anywhere else at the moment. There's plenty of positives and negatives to both but I just don't know. New York is more expensive and I wouldn't get paid as much to firefight but supposedly the people are more down to earth and it's easier to meet people. La is cheaper and I would be paid more to firefight but I would absolutely need a car no question and apparently, the people are more self-absorbed which makes sense cause LA is where you go to get famous. First thing I gotta do once I get there is get my driver's license since I need that to begin fire school. Might live in Arizona with bubbles while I do that, might live with my parents idk. My mental state is slowly slipping again it is very concerning to me. The first thing I need to do when I get back to the States is go to therapy I'll tell you that much. Same old "I'm a failure/ex gf/death race/loser" depression bullshit. Whatever I guess. Doesn't help that I can't rest. Im sleeping but I keep waking up like 3-4x throughout the night and I wake up feeling just as tired. I mean hey at least I'm not dreaming of my ex again. Knock on wood tho cause with how my mental state is it's just a matter of time. Anyways

[dalecooperwrites]

👶🏻 // surprise me 👀 @blightshored || alexander x saya

name: jennica cole roscoe

birthdate: april 26th - and she was a total accident. probably happened when they were divorced and still seeing each other, when they weren’t supposed to.

personality headcanon: actually has her shit together, which is more than anyone can say for her parents. but she honestly loves them both, despite being a daddy’s girl. like legit, that girl was spoiled by her dad. but she loved her mom, too, despite their energies being different. but, uhm, jennica is very originated and particular. she has to have things done a certain way or she gets super upset about it, which was why school was a bit hard for her in the beginning. but she grew out of that, and now she just gets things done the best she can. but haha she’s so bossy.

what was their first word and how old were they when they said it: probably mama or ice cream. because she wanted an ice cream so bad and at that age she knew her mom would give it to her.

did they get in trouble in school: no, because she was a goodie-two-shoes typa girl.

which parent were they more attached to: i’d say both of them. like even if saya had difficulty bonding with her, i don’t see her taking it personally as long as she received some form of time with her, you know?

what was their favorite toy: she liked a yoyo that she could do lots of tricks with. she prides herself on not being as ridiculous as her father, but the yoyo thing is so silly that she gets teased by her uncle for being obsessed with it. because it reminds her uncle of his brother.

did they cry a lot as a baby: no, really. but as a toddler, yes, when she didn’t do something in the way she wanted it done. or her artwork looked funky. she would whine and whine and whine.

movie they watched over and over: i’m gonna say ‘monster’s inc’ and alex would talk through the lines at one point cause she watched it so much.

what was their favorite subject in school: she liked chemistry because she got to mess with the chemicals.

were they social growing up or quiet: very social, but in a ‘cool’ way. like when alex was younger people liked him because he was funny and humble and kind. but they like her because she has a lot of charisma and she’s cool as fuck.

which parent do they take after: i’d say more saya or not any of them.

what do they grow up to be: she grows up to be a chemist and she’s damn good at it. but she mostly does experiments that are top secret. she tells her mom about them though.

three random headcanons: 1) enjoys the color purple and once got purple streaks, and for that, her classmates called her ‘purple haired girl’ as a fun little nickname. 2) she feels loved by both parents, despite both of her parents having issues of their own. 3) when she gets into college it’s like the biggest deal and the fam throws her a big party.

likes & dislikes: likes) looking at the stars, reading books about aliens, books about chemistry, the concept of soulmates, sci-fi movies, dancing around to bad songs that no one dares judge out of their love for her, playing videogames. dislikes) when men say anything about her body, when people don’t take her seriously, when she messes up on something, when she doesn’t get something done correctly, the color yellow.

do they get along with their parents: yes, she does.

Faceclaim: o.livia m.unn