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lynderman · 2 years

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𝙂𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙨𝙚 𝙊𝙛 𝙐𝙨 (Robin Arellano) Final Part

Pairing: Robin Arellano x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,955

Date Published: 8/9/22

Tags: Angst, AU, Alternate Universe, Heartbreak, breakups, (past) fluff, eventual Vance Hopper X Reader, time-skips, flashbacks, confessions, fighting.

Description: (This AU Has no grabber what so ever. It's just with the characters. I'm also making them all 16-17 just because it seems better to me lol.)

You and Robin had been dating for quite a while. It all went downhill When he began to get into fights again. A bit later, you get with someone else. How will Robin handle seeing you with someone who isn't him?

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𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥

As you locked the car door you shivered slightly. You had been in such a rush that you didn't bring a jacket. The dock looked abandoned as usual, other than a small group of other teens on the other side skinny dipping. It wasn't unusual, you just hoped that whoever wanted to meet you here wasn't wanting to participate In that. You made your way down the old dock. At the end, there was an old wooden bench. Wiping the dust off of it, you took a seat and looked around the lake. There wasn't anyone right by you. You enjoyed the peace and quiet.

You soon heard the crunch of leaves behind you, followed by footsteps on the old wood. You turned to your right, expecting to see Vance. It wasn't Vance. It was Robin. He looked the same as usual. You did notice that he was wearing a different belt buckle. You were a bit confused to see that it was the one you got him months ago. "Can I sit here?" You mumbled a yes. It was quiet for a while. Not awkward, just tense. As if you both didn't want to talk. "So you left the note in my locker?" You asked. "Yeah. I did." You slumped a little. "Do you want someone else here?" He turned to face you. "No no. It's not that. I just thought that it was Vance who left it." He gave you a sad look.

"Did he forget it was your birthday?" You didn't want to say yes. "That little prick." His tone of voice changed as he began to tap his knee. "He doesn't deserve you." You looked at Robin with more confusion. "He treats you like absolute shit. He ditches you for other people, yells at you constantly, and is borderline abusive. You don't deserve to be treated like that at all." You just sat there. "That's the same thing he said about you." He stopped tapping his knee. "That night at the roller rink. After we left he kept telling me about how 'He doesn't want to see me hurt again' and how 'I deserve so much better." It was complete bullshit. I wanted to stay back and talk with you. But of course he had to start a fight. I contemplated not going with him and just staying with you but-" You stopped when you processed what you were saying. You just outted your feelings to Robin again. You were still with Vance and he was still with Paige. Why did he come here anyways?

Robin held out his hand, signaling for you to open yours. He then handed you the other half of the bandana from the roller rink. "I fixed it for you. I sewed the rips. That way you don't have to keep the other half in your pocket all day. Maybe you can sew it back together." You couldn't help but blush. How did he know you always kept it in your pocket? It never went In our out unless you were in your room. "Look (y/n)." Robin scooted closer to you, turning his body to face you fully.

"Before Vance interrupted at the rink, I was going to say I'm sorry." You couldn't look at him. You couldn't bring yourself to do it. He sighed before going into greater detail.

"I'm sorry that I broke up with you. Especially the way it went down. Words cannot express how sorry I am. I never wanted to break up with you. I never wanted to go back to Paige. Everything she said was a lie. I never went to go see her. My Abuela was really sick. Or to say all those things about you. None of them were true. I was just so angry at myself. I took it out on you for no reason either. I shouldn't have let it get to the point where you were crying. And I'm sorry I forgot out anniversary. That was a dick move of me. I know that made all of it worse. And I'm sorry that I got into so many fights. I thought it would make me look better. That winning all of them would show how strong and confident I was. I just wanted to impress you was all. And I realize now it wasn't the correct way to do it. I got a bit jealous over the fact that Vance was hanging out with you more. You just make me feel something I can't explain. I don't know how to put it into words. You make me nervous, but I also get really happy. I Get all fidgety and talkative. Every time I see you and you smile at me it makes me feel like I got hit in the face. But in a good way. You're really pretty too. It's really hard to look away from you sometimes. And I care about you so much. You mean more to me than anyone in this world. And I don't wanna hurt you. But I know I did hurt you. With everything I've said and done. I didn't want to lose you either. But I did that too. I don't want to lose you again. It was wrong of me to compare you to Paige. The only reason I got back with was because I was lonely. I don't feel anything for her. Every thing we did, every hug she gave me, anything. I pretended it was you. I tried so hard to get over you. But I can't. You've shown me more love and affection than anyone else ever has. And that's why I care about you a lot. I want to protect you. I want you to be be happy. Every time I saw you cry it made me want to cry. I just want you to feel the same about me. I just want you to lo-"

"Love you?"

Robin froze. He was now standing up and in some over exaggerated pose. He always moves when he talks so it wasn't a surprise. When you met his eyes you could tell he was trying his hardest to hold back tears. "Yes. I want you to love me. When you told me on the hill, it hit me like a brick. That you did love me. That you felt the same way I feel now. And I didn't notice that. And I fucked up and then you got with Vance. But he's also-" Robin stopped speaking when you pressed your lips to his. He stood there in shock. When you stepped back you looked at him again, you could see he was crying.

"I'm sorry too Robin. For saying everything I said. And comparing you to Vance. I shouldn't have said any of that either. I did the same thing. I just Imagined Vance was you the entire time. It didn't do anything. All those fights you got into? I had to walk away so I wouldn't beat the shit out of the other person for hitting you. Or so I didn't come up to make sure you weren't hurt too badly. But I do love you robin. Even after we broke up. I never moved on. I couldn't. I still can't. I stay up every night waiting for you to climb through my window still."

He walked over and pulled you into his arms. He stood there as he laid his head on top of yours. You stood there, savoring the moment. This is what you'd been waiting for. For months, you waited to feel this type of love. "I accept your apology." You say into his chest. You can feel him laugh. "I accept yours too." After what seemed like minuets the two of you untangled. "So, what are we now?" You couldn't help but laugh as Robin asked. "Back together. Well, I mean if you want to be. Of course if you-"

"I'd love to be, "Mi corazón." A large smile was plastered on your face with his answer. The two of you walked from the dock and back to the parking lot. As you did so, you heard someone calling your name. you turned to see Vance walking angrily towards you both. When he reached you he began shouting. "What the hell is this?! Why are you with him?" He screamed. "Why were you with Paige earlier?" Vance went silent. On cue, again. Paige walked up behind him, calling his name.

"Robbie, why are you with her?" She sneered. "Don't call me that. And because we're dating again." Her jaw dropped. "Vance, I'm breaking up with you." He looked over to you. "You can't-" "Yes. I can. And I did." You grabbed Robin's Hand and began to walk off. You paused for a moment before shouting back to Paige. "He has AIDS by the way! From all the other girls he's been with!" The two of you watched and cackled as they fought.

"So you didn't drive here?" Robin shook his head. "So you walked." He nodded. At least you had a car now. He complimented it when you two made It to the parking lot. He walked over to get in but stopped when he saw you standing there. "Do you mind-" "Just hand me the keys." You smiled as you handed him your car keys and got in the passengers side. On the car ride back to your house, you both had the windows rolled down and the radio blasting Pink Floyd.

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You mom still wasn't home. So you decided to let Robin sneak in. It wasn't exactly sneaking in if he went through the open front door. The two of you sat at the dining table eating your cake for a while before you decided to go to your room. When he walked in he smiled proudly. "Glad to see nothing's changed." He walked over to your record collection and began to peek through. The two of you sat on the bed playing your guitar for a while. That turned into a talk about school drama. Then that turned into something about animals. "Before I forget..." Robin begins to dig in his pocket. He pulls out. a small bag. Inside is an obsidian necklace. It has a locket at the end. Inside is a photo of the two of you on your first date. You smile and kiss his cheek. "I love it."

"You still kept it?" You set your necklace down and looked over to see Robin holding your cow. "Oh-yeah."

"I'd kinda hug it everynight since you weren't here." You laid on your back and looked up to the ceiling. "Well now I am." You felt his arm wrap around your waist, and pull you into his chest. The two of you stayed like this as you felt yourself grow sleepier. You turned over to look at him as your eyes began to droop. "Goodnight Robin."

"Goodnight (Y/n)."

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You bolted up right in bed. You were struggling to breathe for a moment as you sweat heavily and tears were pouring down your face. You aggressively felt around the bed for another person as you struggled to see in the dark. You didn't stop until someone grabbed your hand. Robin slowly sat up next to you and turned the light on. "(Y/n)..what's wrong? Why are you-" He heard you sniffle before you hugged him tightly. "What'd you dream about?" You explained the dream in vivid detail. You couldn't hold back your sobs. When you finished Robin cupped his face in your hands. "That'll never happen. (Y/n) you know I care about you too much to do that." He reassured you for a while until you calmed down enough. When you laid back down he placed a kiss on your forehead. "I love you Mi corazón." You smiled as you closed your eyes. "I love you too Robin."

The sound of rain hitting your window was even more comforting than usual tonight.

𝘈 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴

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Fin.

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440mxs-wife · 3 years

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Mail Order Bride, Part 1: Train Ride

Pairing: Sheriff!McCoy x Paige Stone (OFC). Other characters: Deputy!Jim Kirk, Bartender!Scotty, Jed Matthews, Zeke Wilson, William Cooper, Thomas Morgan (OMCs)

Word Count: 2546

Warnings: As the title implies, mail-order bride arrangement, parent’s illness, outlaws, Wild West-level violence but some fluff as well. Each chapter will have individual warnings as needed.

A/N: This is set around the 1930′s in the Western U.S. I will endeavor to remain as true to the historical timeline as I can. There may be some....bending of history to fit the narrative, but nothing major. This is, after all, a work of fiction. :) Enjoy and please let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future chapters!

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Seventeen hours. That's how long Paige Stone had been on the train to Colorado, with the last stop having been somewhere near Fort Collins for supplies. The train would continue on to the West Coast, ending up around Portland, Oregon. Paige left her hometown of Columbus, Ohio five days ago. Her final destination was set to be Boulder, Colorado, where she was to meet her future husband.

Paige was a bit nervous about meeting the man she would marry within a week of arriving in Boulder. Her parents had taken care of the business end of things, beginning with a reply to an advertisement in The Columbus Dispatch. The ad indicated a man was seeking a wife, someone to be in charge of the household while he tended to the crops and livestock.

The ideal candidate was said to be a woman with cooking, cleaning and sewing skills. A literate woman was a plus, but not a requirement. In addition, she would be expected to bear children to carry on the family name. For Paige, a love match was, of course, always a goal, but she wasn't going to get her hopes up too far. This was a business arrangement, with the fee being wired to her parents upon the conclusion of the ceremony.

Before the deal was put together, there was a young man named Thomas Morgan who had been spending time with Paige. Some might have considered them to be courting, what with them going on walks in town, and Thomas bringing flowers or gifts for Paige. Then one day, it all stopped, without further word from Thomas or his family. A few weeks after, Thomas was spotted in the company of Abigail Forrester, who was seen wearing his mother's ring on her left hand.

In a family with eight children, money was tight, and Paige's mother had regular bouts with illness. As the oldest, Paige would normally have gone to school or gotten married. The family couldn't afford to send her to school, and she had lost Thomas' favor. Thus, an arranged marriage was determined to be the best option. Her parents had also told her it was "for the good of the family" that they were going through with this deal.

Paige didn't know why they thought that, especially because it meant that she would be moving far away from everything she'd ever known. She would be isolated from her friends, her family, anything remotely comforting and familiar to her by doing this. But Paige knew her options were limited in Columbus, Ohio, so she agreed to move out West.

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"Would somebody mind telling me just what in the hell happened here?" Sheriff Leonard "Bones" McCoy asked.

Jed Matthews was lying on the floor, dead, with two bullet holes in his chest. The bartender, Scotty, told the sheriff's deputy, Jim Kirk, that Jed was shot while playing poker. One of the other players, a man named William Cooper, had accused him of cheating. Jed, of course, denied it then took his pistol out of its holster and laid it on the table. His hand never left the weapon, but Cooper was unfortunately not intimidated by Jed whatsoever.

An argument ensued, and at one point, Jed tried to scoop up his winnings from the table. Two shots rang out immediately afterwards, with the slugs embedding themselves in Jed's chest. His fingers brushed over the wound and came back bloody. Then Jed slumped out of his chair and hit the floor. Minutes later, Jed's eyes rolled back in his head, then when his last breath left his lungs, he was still.

Sheriff McCoy turned to Kirk. "What was the argument about after Jed was accused of cheating?" he asked.

"Jed said something about how he needed the money for a wedding. Said he was getting hitched to a gal from out East that was taking a train ride to get here. S'posed to be meeting her sometime this week, possibly even today. The money was for the new missus' family," Kirk explained then gave the sheriff a puzzled look. "A mail order bride?" Kirk questioned.

"Still happens in some places, Deputy Kirk, it's not all that unusual. What else?" McCoy demanded.

"Cooper said he didn't care what Jed needed the money for. He said it wasn't Jed's to claim, since he'd been called out for cheatin'. Jed drew his weapon and reminded Cooper that he was just a visitor, didn't have any standing. That it was Cooper's word against Jed's about the cheatin'. Then Jed reached for the money, got shot and now he's lying dead on the floor," Kirk finished.

Three members of Jed's gang were standing off to the side, trying to figure out what to do next. It was a safe bet that each of the men was thinking about how he could take over as leader. And that he would have to do it before the one of the other two could do it first. They were also silently deciding among themselves how much to tell or not tell the sheriff, and the consequences of said decision. The three men from Jed's gang started inching towards the door.

"You hear what Deputy Kirk said, boys? Sounds like ol' Jed was holding out on us," Zeke Wilson remarked quietly. He considered himself to be the one most likely to take over as leader of the gang. He was interested in hearing more about Jed's missus-to-be, if she was pretty and willing to share his bed now that Jed was dead. If not, he figured, maybe we can find some other use for her, he thought, grinning to himself.

Sheriff McCoy took a deep breath and exhaled. "All right, nothing more we can do here, Deputy Kirk. You'll need to stop by the undertakers and have them send someone over to collect the body for burial," he ordered. His attention shifted to the men hovering by the door. "You three, I ain't done with you yet. I may have some questions, so none of you leave town," Sheriff McCoy commanded. He was sure to make eye contact with each one so they knew he meant business.

"Oh, we wouldn't dream of it, Sheriff. Would we boys?" Zeke replied. Sheriff McCoy rolled his eyes as he exited the saloon. As soon as the sheriff was out of earshot, Zeke turned to the other two. "C'mon boys, let's head down to the train station and see if there's a pretty li'l thing waiting for Jed," he sneered.

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Paige felt the train decelerate and finally come to a complete stop at the station. Steam hissed from underneath the train as it reached its destination. Paige stood up from her seat to collect her small suitcase from the overhead compartment. Her steamer trunks had been stowed in the lower storage area, and would be unloaded then placed on the platform for her to collect.

As Paige descended the steps from the train, she first noticed how blue and cloudless the sky was. Back home in Columbus, she would've had to travel to the edge of town for a view like this, uncluttered by tall buildings. There was a light breeze that kept the wildflowers swaying back and forth, their scent gently wafting over the area.

A steamer trunk was offloaded from the train's lower baggage compartment and placed on the platform to be claimed. The contents of the trunk represented Paige's whole life: her clothes and shoes, mementos, photographs and her beloved books.

When Paige was not helping her father look after her mother and siblings, she was lost in the written word. Science, philosophy, romance, languages, basically anything she could get her hands on is what she would read. She loved reading bedtime stories to her younger siblings and answering the endless questions from her middle siblings.

Paige looked around, trying to find the man who was supposed to meet her at the station, her soon-to-be husband. Most everyone she saw on the train had been met by loved ones or had left on their own. She was about to ask the station manager if he knew of her intended spouse, when she was approached by three men.

"Hey there, pretty lady," the one in the middle drawled. "Where you goin' in such a hurry, sweet thing?" he said as he looked Paige up and down.

Paige's throat grew dry as the desert, so when she tried to respond, it came out as a squeak. She decided her best option for the moment was to ignore the men. She picked up the pace as she turned on her heel and walked to the station manager's booth.

"Well, wouldja look at that, boys. Seems we got ourselves a little mouse from the city over here. Hey, I'm talkin' to you, City Mouse," the man spat. "Ain't good manners to ignore someone when he's tryin' to get your attention," he pointed out.

By this time, the man had intercepted Paige, took hold of her arm and pulled her close to him. "Or do you think you're too good to talk to me," the man sneered. His face was dirty and he reeked of tobacco and alcohol. Paige tried to push the man away and free her arm from the man's grasp, but he wouldn't let go of her.

"ZEKE WILSON!" a man behind her roared. "Let go of the lady's arm, or you'll find yourself in an even bigger heap of trouble," he threatened.

The man was tall, with a neatly trimmed beard, his nearly raven-black hair sticking out from the bottom of a wide-brimmed hat. He was wearing brown pants with suede chaps, a patterned cream-colored button-down shirt, a bandanna around his neck. He was carrying a long rifle, and around his waist was a belt with a holster containing silver pistols with a wood-trimmed handle. Above the left breast pocket of his brown leather vest was a silver star emblazoned with "SHERIFF" in black letters.

The man named "Zeke" released Paige's arm as ordered, and when she rubbed it, she could feel a bruise starting to form. "Sheriff McCoy, fancy seein' you here," Zeke replied. "Ain't you got some work to do over at your office, on account of Jed Matthews being dead?" he asked.

"Jed Matthews is dead?!?" Paige gasped.

The sheriff turned towards Paige and tipped his hat in greeting. "I'm awful sorry for you to find out this way miss, but yes he is. Did you know him?" he inquired.

"He-he was--I mean, I'm here to--" Paige stammered.

"It's all right, darlin', let's get your things and head on over to my office. We can talk about it in private over there," Sheriff McCoy suggested. Paige nodded, her thoughts in a jumble after hearing about the fate of her mail-order husband. With his hand on her upper back, Sheriff McCoy guided Paige from the train platform and over to his office.

Once there, Deputy Kirk was tasked with retrieving Paige's steamer trunk from the train depot, then returning to the office. Sheriff McCoy brought Paige into his office and gestured for her to sit in the chair in front of his desk. "Now, what is it you were trying to say back at the station? You know, about your business with Jed Matthews?" the sheriff prompted.

Paige swallowed audibly before answering. "My name is Paige Stone, and Jed Matthews was supposed to be my husband. My parents answered an advertisement in The Columbus Dispatch, where a man was trying to find a wife," she responded. "I was sent a train ticket, and well, here I am. But now that my soon-to-be husband is d-dead....," she trailed off, tears threatening.

Sheriff McCoy took a moment to study the woman in front of him. Paige had warm hazel eyes behind a set of gold wire-rimmed glasses. He could see her light chestnut-brown hair pinned up, but some was peeking out from under her Victorian traveling hat tied under her chin. She was wearing a long-sleeved pale blue cotton dress with a miniature floral pattern. Her hands appeared delicate, but the sheriff could see that they were no stranger to a good day's work.

McCoy thought she couldn't be more than twenty or twenty-one years old, with her whole life still ahead of her. He couldn't figure out why such a lovely young woman would subject herself to an arranged marriage, especially with someone like Jed Matthews. His last thought must have been spoken aloud, because the sheriff heard Paige's soft giggle, despite the situation.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to say that part out loud," McCoy admitted. "But if you don't mind me askin', why did you agree to marry him?" he inquired. "He and I crossed paths many times. Jed Matthews wasn't exactly the most upstanding citizen in Boulder."

"In his advertisement, he said he was looking for a wife to be in charge of the household while he tended to crops and livestock," Paige mentioned. "It also said he wanted someone with cooking, cleaning and sewing skills, and to b-bear children to carry on the family name."

Sheriff McCoy let out a bark of laughter. "J-Jed Matthews wanted a live-in maid that he could take 'liberties' with, if you'll pardon the expression, miss. The only 'crops' he tended to was rollin' dried tobacco for his cigarettes," he noted. "So your folks answered a newspaper ad and shipped you off lock, stock and barrel?" McCoy asked.

Paige nodded and explained the family's situation. She talked about the issues with her mother's health, having too many siblings and not enough money to go around. "My parents decided that this is what was best for the family. With the money from the marriage contract, they would be able to take my mother to a medical specialist. Hopefully, he would be able to determine what was causing her condition and either cure her or help her manage her life better with it. But without that marriage contract, I don't know what I'm going to do now," Paige's eyes were once again filling with tears.

Sheriff McCoy's gaze softened when he saw Paige's tears. He found that he admired the young lady for having the courage to go through so much for her family. She had traveled by train across the country alone, leaving behind everything and everyone she'd ever known. Just to marry a man she'd never met in person before. All for the sake of her mother, so she could afford to pay for medical treatment. Sheriff McCoy couldn't recall meeting too many people in his life who had that kind of courage let alone compassion. When he thought more about it, something stirred in his heart.

There was no doubt in the sheriff’s mind that Jed's intentions towards Paige would've been of a less than honorable nature. He shuddered to think what would've happened if Jed were still alive and this farce of a marriage was allowed to stand. Or worse, one of Jed's men decided to step up and claim the contract and the lovely Miss Stone. At this point, there was only one thing he could do. "Miss Stone, I believe there's only one solution to your problem," Sheriff McCoy announced.

Part 2 Here!

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#leonard mccoy x ofc #leonard bones mccoy x ofc #au leonard mccoy x ofc #au leonard bones mccoy x ofc

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ms-rampage · 3 years

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Far Cry 5 OC Skills

Tagged by @johnseedfanclub and @redreart 😊😊 (thank you!)

Tagging: @the-chaos-siblings @redangrypears @strafethesesinners @hoesephseed @gamer-purgatory @p0lkadotdotdot and whoever wants to join in

For Paige Winchester

swim || scuba dive (a bit scared of going underwater) || drive || read and write || ride a bike || do math (to some certain extent) || sew || draw || tattoo || do piercings || make a shelter || first aid || cpr || throw a punch || swing a weapon || shoot a gun || reload a gun || Heimlich maneuver || use a lmg || put someone in a choke hold || use a lighter || use matches || make weapons || make dynamite || make c4 || break limbs || bake || cook || make a store bought pizza || make a craft mac and cheese || be annoying || use a zipline || fly a plane (she hates flying!!) || drive a boat (“it’s just like drivin’ a car!”) || control temper || drop kick a peggie to hell (yeah) ||

#far cry 5 #fc5 #my ocs #paige winchester #oc skills #my oc shit #my oc facts #far cry 5 ocs

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weird-color · 3 years

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Umm, tony and sketch?

Y e s

Name: Anthony Clockworks del valle

Age : 26 y/o

He drinks too much tea.

Hates Key,he says the grey man copied his looks and mocks him all the time.

Loves pizza,specially the fish pizza.

Looks a bit of cold all the time,but whenever he's with his lovers he's really a cheesy man.

He loves latinoamerica's food. (milanesa,by example)

He has 2 older brothers,they were the ones who took care of him when he was a toodler.

Tony is fucking tired of Shrignold.

He chased the butterfly with a stick once.

Never takes a bad decision.

Dances and sings on his free time,oh and sews too.

Caring father.

If he had a kid,he would be very calm and soft with the child,taking the kid to places,holding him,kissing them in the forehead as a 'goodnight',playing tag in the park,,normal parent things.

Bisexual.

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Name: Paige Sketchbook Aringston

Age: 19 y/o

Very fun to be with them! Specially if you're someone they love!

Their room is always messy,with cans of paint everywhere,some art materials all over the desk,the floor and walls have paint too (black paint mostly),and everything is not on their place.

They can easily carry you without a sweat.

"What the heck is a turtle?"

Loves to be around other,specially Colin and Tony.

Pretty energetic.

Can summon paint as a mechanism of attack,but normally uses it just to disturb the others.

They love to go on a walk in a winter day,they can make snowmans!

Pansexual and Genderfluid!

Will tell you funny jokes.

If you are someone they really trust,they will tell you about how it was to live with their "parents" and some stupid things they did.

Bff with Lamp,Spinach,Steak,Doi,basically everyone on the house.

Cuddling and hugging are their favourite things to do on a cold night.

Loves you.

#dhmis #not art #dhmis tony #dhmis anthony #dhmis clock #sketchbook dhmis #dhmis sketch #headcanon #dhmis headcanon #don't hug me i'm scared

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sofflepoffle · 4 years

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you could try watching rosery apparel, loepsie, or Paige handmade!!! loepsie does vintage inspired stuff sometimes (sorry idk how long ago your request for sewing you tubers was I found it through a tag happy watching)

Thank you!! I haven’t watched these channels before, so I’ll have to check them out.

#I made this post a while ago so I’m pleasantly surprised I’m getting responses now!#ask #anon

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the-shy-artisan · 1 year

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After months of work, Proto-Beastos is finally complete!

I've been attempting baby sized Beastos plushies for a couple years now... but it never once occurred to me to use the original plush's pattern scaled down.

This guy is entirely hand-sewn, made of shaved faux fur and minky fabric. He's stuffed with a mixture of polyfil and weights filled with plastic pellets and small glass beads. He has shiny plastic gold eyes with a touch of copic marker under them to give him eyebags, and his face has been thread sculpted with an embroidered nose and mouth (hard to see 'cause of the fur, but it's there I swear!). Proto-Beastos sits at about 10.5" tall, is around 19" long, and has a wingspan of 15". Each Beastos (including this one) will a heart inside of them that looks like this.

I do have plans on making more to sell in the future, more information under the cut:

Each Beastos has an adoption fee of $85 USD. I take payments via Paypal (to be shared later).

Because I do my sewing by hand and I have a job where the hours fluctuate without warning, it will take some time for me to sew these guys up. Remember: I am a person, not a machine. Please be patient with me as I make your Beastos.

Also due to my hand sewing, no two Beastos will be alike, there will be some slight differences. I will match them as closely to the prototype as best as I can.

These guys come from a smoke free, pet friendly home.

I will try to give daily updates on my progress here or Discord! (DM me for my username). I will post when I am about to begin my work. There are no guarantee due dates.

#beast!kratos #god of war #paige's sewing tag #reblogs over likes please!

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ao3feed--reylo · 4 years

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Revival

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2ZcUD6S

by JJJJ12

Ben Solo didn’t expect to die at age 34. He also didn’t expect to spend the rest of his eternity on Naboo, the digital afterlife created by the R.E.V.I.V.A.L system. In his new home, he now has the free time to do the things he always wanted to do—read, write, go for runs, maybe even learn to sew.

Instead, he finds himself falling in love with his Customer Support Specialist, Rey.

Except Rey is very much alive and on Earth.

Even in death, the universe always finds a way to mess with him.

Words: 3674, Chapters: 1/15, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Leia Organa, Luke Skywalker, Poe Dameron, Finn (Star Wars), Jannah (Star Wars), Rose Tico, Paige Tico, Klaud (Star Wars), Amilyn Holdo, Admiral Gial Ackbar, Mace Windu, Orson Krennic

Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey/Ben Solo, Ben Solo/Rey, Kylo Ren/Rey

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Future, Artificial Intelligence, Virtual Reality, Sexual Tension, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Suicide consideration, Depression, References to Depression, Minor Character Death, Canonical Character Death, Loneliness, Lonely Kylo Ren, Lonely Ben Solo, Ben Solo Needs A Hug, Rey Needs A Hug, Touch-Starved Ben Solo, Touch-Starved Rey, Lonely Rey (Star Wars), Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, god so much angst, Eventual Smut, Futuristic Sex, Ben is technically dead, But not really because of the REVIVAL world, Rey is Ben's customer support agent, Inspired by Upload (Amazon TV Series), Force Ghost Ben Solo, except not really, Happily Ever After, But you gotta earn it first, Futuristic World, Some Wannabe Utopia BS

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2ZcUD6S

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Star Wars #Reylo #Kylo Ren #Rey

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mildswearingat4am · 5 years

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3 OC Facts

Tagged by @albatris! Basically 3 specific facts for 3 ocs, yeah? I only have the one main wip so I’m gonna use Wanderwoods characters.

Man, I haven’t talked about Wanderwoods in forever. Gotta pull it down from the metaphorical mind shelf and blow off all the dust.

Fact:

Paige loves medical drama shows but absolutely cannot see real or fake blood without feeling sick and maybe throwing up. She usually works around it by putting them on while she’s sewing and just listening to the dialogue. But sometimes she’ll rope Madelyn into watching them with her so Mads can tell her when the bloody parts are over and it’s safe to open her eyes.

A a kid Cy would run around on rooftops for fun and climb trees when he needed a alone time, and the thought of falling never crossed his mind. After the invasion of Wan, though, he developed a crippling fear of heights. Compared to losing his home and family it was a small thing -- but still a little piece of himself, and he misses it.

Max has been using the same backpack since he was six years old. It’s blue and white and covered in colorful cartoon dinosaurs.

I’ll tag @maramahan and @claraowl -- any ocs you want to talk about?

#tagmoth #wanderwoods #lately i've been thinking fuck publishing #kinda wanna post it chapter by chapter like a fanfic on this blog or ao3 or something #maybe make an ebook later if i feel like it #of the edited and put-together version #but just holding onto the draft and hoarding spoilers isn't getting me any closer to having this draft done and i figure #external motivation might help

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astrapure-a-blog · 6 years

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NICKNAMES: paige e, smalls ZODIAC: gemini HEIGHT: 5′2″ TIME: 11:37 am FAVORITE BAND / ARTIST: P!ATD , P!nk, fall out boy, a good mingling of genres tbh SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD: sunflower - post malone & swan lee LAST MOVIE I SAW: into the spider verse LAST THING I GOOGLED: outback steakhouse coupons OTHER BLOGS: i got a good amount of others besides tess, like a ravager oc at @ravagemm , martha from heathers at @dmptrck , jenny from DW (the doc’s daughter) at @tmechld, and a personified mjolnir at @wcrthyy . DO I GET ASKS: yas, though not a lot recently WHY DID I CHOOSE MY URL: i kind of got sick of txssxract and cutiecxbe (though i loved cutiecxbe as a url), and i thought of astral and pure together and it just made astrapure AVERAGE AMOUNT OF SLEEP: 4-10, there is no average WHAT I’M WEARING: a black shirt inside out and hufflepuff pj pants DREAM JOB: accountant either for a large company or even for just the public in general. DREAM TRIP: i’d love to travel to Europe and explore tbh FAVORITE FOOD: pasta, steak, sweets PLAY ANY INSTRUMENTS: i played guitar for a while, recorder when i was a child EYE COLOR: like a weird greenish ? the outside color ring shifts from like dark purple to dark blue + my eye color is brighter when im happy/excited so idfk HAIR COLOR: brunette/ ‘dirty blonde’ LANGUAGES YOU SPEAK: english MOST ICONIC SONG: i write sins not tragedies RANDOM FACT: i like sewing and cosplaying DESCRIBE YOURSELF AS AESTHETIC THINGS: oof lord idek like: fabric pieces, flowers, flowing stream, relaxing with a book, book open on desk, book open on laptop.

TAGGED BY: @deviousprince

TAGGING: @hatpinblade, @stoleforher, @edhelaran, + anyone else!

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owenteaguer · 7 years

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thank u @everythingisnightvale for the tag that I’ve delayed doing!!

What is your real name: Paige

Top 3 movies: Labyrinth, Hercules, and Coraline

How did you discover the IT fandom: honestly looked up who tf Owen was. I didn’t really know his name in the movie until researching but found out it was O and then my cousin and I jokingly read fanfics to each other lmao

What languages do you speak: English and some German, not a lot

Do you draw/write: I try to do both but I’m better at bullshitting my way through writing

Do you have a pet: yes! my very own boy, bo the bernard. but my mom has a bunch of pets too

Coke or Pepsi: seriously depends. If it’s fountain pop 100% coke, and if the price didn’t matter then yes coke, but cases of Pepsi/pepsi products are ALWAYS on sale for good deals so I’m fine with her

If you could say 1 thing to Pennywise what would it be: I really don’t think I’d say anything because of fear. I wish I had something cool or funny to put here

What is your favorite candy: kit kats and Reese’s

What do you want for Christmas: a sewing machine would be cool but I doubt it, honestly love pins and want a million of them

What is your favorite pastime: puzzles, cross stitching, and reading. The first two while watching something probably

I have no idea who to tag! So if you wanna do this, do it!

#about me

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bengalisms · 7 years

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headcanon directory.

Here is a a small navigational page for all of Caspian’s headcanons. These are all broken down into sections.

This is not the complete collection, and there are a lot of small details that have not been outlined in headcanons for various reasons. If you have any questions, let me know!

More will be added as they are created!

LOVE & RELATIONS.

cheating ❋ association by title ❋ acceptance ❋ triggering ❋ emma’s support ❋ constant-i-love-you’s ❋ emma’s passion ❋ understanding ❋ awkward

MANNERISMS.

two types of concerned ❋ sleeping next to someone ❋ can’t get comfy ❋ sick ❋ eating habits & food relationship ❋ singing ❋ mirrors ❋ ticks ❋ ignorance ❋ "where are you from originally?” ❋ photo face ❋ sharp edges ❋ defensive ❋ musical emotions ❋ language ❋ paternal instinct ❋ animals ❋ rambling ❋ airplane-sleeper ❋ kitchen-dancer ❋ non-swearing ❋ swearing alternatives ❋ sleeves ❋ barefoot ❋ sleep ❋ late ❋ activism ❋ vegetarianism ❋ showering & scent ❋ flirting ❋ teen violence ❋ tidying

ABILITIES.

outdoorsy skills ❋ languages ❋ stress driving ❋ tagged meme.

LIKES & HOBBIES.

music genres ❋ favourite band & songs ❋ stars ❋ scent ❋ reading ❋ thunder ❋ yoga for shoulder ❋ soccer ❋ getting gifts

WORK & SCHEDULE.

sanctuary standards ❋ band name ❋ song writing (ask) ❋ weekly schedule ❋ outside the band ❋ restaurant ❋ helping his village ❋ forsaken ❋ activism ❋ village work ❋ busy ❋ yoga night ❋ electric vs. acoustic

PTSD & MENTALITY.

ptsd symptoms ❋ fear of dogs ❋ traveling ❋ touch ❋ scar hate ❋ paige/tattoo ❋ getting close ❋ coping ❋ post-night terror comfort ❋ triggers ❋ struggling to be sweet

RELIGION & CULTURE & INDIA.

diwali ❋ yamuna return ❋ healing wounds ❋ murtis ❋ american karma ❋ harassment (gif set meta) ❋ strange things ❋ agra is home ❋ tilak ❋ caste ❋ desi

APPEARENCE.

features of parents ❋ long hair ❋ scarfs ❋ hindi tattoo ❋ modest dress ❋ feminine ❋ facial hair ❋ strength ❋ soft ❋ disabled ❋ earring ❋ eyes ❋ hair colour ❋ hands

EVENTS.

an inspiration ❋ shoulder ❋ christmas ❋ october ❋ single father confidence ❋ shoulder surgery ❋ moving out ❋ first days in america ❋ moms ring ❋ Casped San

IMAGES.

upper level layout ❋ main level layout ❋ village attire ❋ scar sheet ❋ fave gifset ❋ eyes 2 ❋ upper body ❋ insta example (v) ❋ bhangra (v) ❋ social media notifs (v) ❋ instagram account ❋ tiger hat ❋ painting in meditation room ❋ bedroom (teenager) ❋ boat ❋ rings ❋ yoga pose ❋ eating with hands ❋ hands ❋ teenager bedroom layout ❋ tilak ❋ car ❋ body ❋ flashback in public ❋ tiger tattoo ❋ sleeping position ❋ eyes (also see appearance) ❋ punch mirror

MISK.

social media accounts ❋ assorted university hcs ❋ heartless ❋ underestimated ❋ labeled stupid ❋ upper west side ❋ mother’s ring ❋ makena’s bunny ❋ birthday unawares ❋ non-fans ❋ bengal ❋ warm

ASKS.

forgiving shiva ❋ happy tears ❋ first ‘dad’ ❋ lightweight/iceless/coffee ❋ vishnu promise/sun naps/horses ❋ AC/warm/kitchen ❋ swim/snacks/soccer ❋ luck/art/alarm ❋ phone ❋ name/hands/sew ❋ thinking hindi ❋ showering ❋ closet ❋ food/collectables/nightstand ❋ bag-content ❋ music insp ❋ virginity ❋ dating con x2 ❋ dating con x2 ❋ dating pro ❋ dating pro & con ❋ after-sex cuddles ❋ nsfw q’s ❋ more nsfw q’s ❋ even more nsfw q’s ❋ fav foods ❋ lying/karma ❋ waking up mumbles ❋ who’s he killed? ❋ dreams ❋ hating someone ❋ humour ❋ temper ❋ religion/religious people ❋ aman & value ❋ adopted ❋ racism ❋ aman & feeling ❋ movies ❋ foundation names

DRABBLES.

happiest birthday ❋ adoption official ❋ shot.

Headcanon Tag. –––– Linear Time-Line.

#( x. headcanon directory )

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ruthpastor46 · 5 years

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A decade after the housing crash, busted mortgages are back

Sándor Lau, once a filmmaker, found his calling on YouTube when he came across instructional videos about how to buy seemingly worthless home loans.

Mr. Lau, of Portland, Ore., started accumulating mortgages, some of them delinquent for many years, dating back to the housing bubble. He owns more than 100 now, he said, with millions of dollars in payments owed to him. His full-time job is trying to collect.

A decade after the financial crisis, there is a new breed of risk-takers in the U.S. housing market. During the boom before the bust, lenders made mortgage loans to countless buyers who couldn’t afford them. Lenders later wrote off many of the loans, but borrowers’ obligation to pay remained. Today, in an improved economy, a rag-tag group of individual investors, plus some Wall Street giants, is buying these old loans and trying to tease value out of them.

The trade goes like this: Buy mortgages available for very low prices because no one has made a payment on them for months or even years—nonperforming loans, they are called. Track down borrowers and let them know they have a new creditor. Tell them they need to resume payments, at least at a partial level, perhaps offering to modify terms. Threaten foreclosure if necessary. If all goes well, collect on the debt or resell the mortgage as a now “reperforming” loan.

The process marks a new chapter for hundreds of thousands of crisis-era borrowers who often had heard nothing about their unpaid loans for years and thought the debt had been disposed of. For investors, legal wrangling with such borrowers is common.

The small-time investors, who by some estimates number in the thousands, operate alongside major financial players such as Goldman Sachs Group Inc. and Cerberus Capital Management LP. Individuals find their way into the business through video tutorials, seminars and hotel-room conferences that pitch delinquent-loan investing as a route to stable income.

Mr. Lau said he once lost $46,000 he paid for a second mortgage when the first-mortgage holder foreclosed. But he also once made $70,000 on a loan he had purchased for a dollar.

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“You can do incredible returns in this business,” he said, “and you can lose your shirt, pants and everything else if you do it wrong.” He wouldn’t say how much he has made, only that he no longer sleeps on the floor of his office.

The investment opportunity exists because as the U.S. economy slowly recovered from the 2008 crisis, government agencies and financial institutions wanted to clean up their books and auctioned off billions of dollars of misbegotten credits.

Today there are nearly 800,000 nonperforming loans—defined as those delinquent for 90 days or more—on single-family homes, reflecting $135 billion in unpaid principal, according to loan-data provider Black Knight Inc. “It’s a market that really is the result of the financial crisis,” said Andy Walden, the firm’s director of market research.

Some financial firms buy and sell such loans without making an effort to collect from borrowers. Others use loan servicers to try to get mortgage payments restarted so they can feed the loans back into the Wall Street mortgage securitization machine. Investors pooled and resold over $15 billion of reperforming home loans in residential mortgage-backed securities last year, more than triple a year earlier, according to Fitch Ratings Inc., which tracks only rated deals. The top tranche has often received a sterling triple-A grade from rating firms.

Greg Paulus coordinated loan sales over the past two years as a consultant to Urban Partnership Bank, a Chicago-based lender to low-income communities. He said he received 10 to 15 emails a week inquiring about delinquent loans for sale, sent by investors ranging from small-time buyers wanting just one loan to financial firms with millions to spend.

“Everybody and their brother is getting into the business,” Mr. Paulus said. After speaking at a June conference for investors in Dana Point, Calif., Mr. Paulus was swarmed by people looking to make deals. An after-party featured the CEO of a title company playing a retired pro basketball player in a timed chess match.

Gail Greenberg of suburban Philadelphia embraced the nonperforming-loan trade to build up her retirement savings, which took a hit in 2008. She started in 2016 with a loan in Flint, Mich., she bought for $15,000.

“I only owned it for nine weeks and the house burned down,” Ms. Greenberg said. Thanks to an insurance payout, though, she said she made a profit of $27,000.

Ms. Greenberg took that as a sign she should make loan investing her day job. She now owns 58 mortgage notes, as they’re often called, totaling more than $2.4 million in unpaid principal.

Paige Panzarello of Simi Valley, Calif., organizes workshops for aspiring investors, charging $697 to attend. In a session at one of her conferences in Costa Mesa, Calif., people role-played conversations with real-estate agents to get comfortable gathering intelligence about local markets.

Ms. Panzarello, who calls herself Cashflow Chick, got into nonperforming loans after nearly two decades in real estate. “For me, angels sang, honest to God, when I got into this space,” she said.

Part of the agenda at the June conference where Mr. Paulus spoke was a session on tips to keep payments from homeowners coming. Speaker Terry Vaughan suggested bringing in repossession professionals to scare them. “If you do it right, it’s not illegal,” he told shocked attendees.

Regional meet-up groups, where investors network and share advice, have also sprouted.

Mr. Lau is a regular at such gatherings. He peppers his public remarks with motivational phrases and calls himself “chief inspiration officer” of his investment shop in Portland, which has two full-time employees.

“There are no bad loans, only bad prices,” he said.

Mr. Lau grew up in a trailer on a 37-acre plot in eastern Colorado. His mother operated a sewing business out of their home and the family of four slept in one bedroom. Mr. Lau said this modest childhood gave him a nose for bargains.

After cycling through jobs in filmmaking and journalism and living for a while in New Zealand, Mr. Lau bought rental property, but couldn’t always profit. Between 2013 and 2015 he often slept in a sleeping bag on his office floor so he could rent out his house on Airbnb. That was when he found his way into nonperforming loans.

On a recent Thursday afternoon, Mr. Lau, 43 years old, hovered over a standing desk staring at a color-coded spreadsheet with data on about 40 delinquent home loans. They were second mortgages, holding a secondary claim on homes after someone else’s first mortgage.

He scanned information on the homes and the borrowers, including social-media profiles, ages, neighborhood details and property values. Some properties he deemed worthless, such as one in Oregon that had been foreclosed on by another lender. A Florida loan looked promising because the borrower was a man with a LinkedIn profile, a sign he cared about his career.

Mr. Lau and another investor purchased the 40 loans for few hundred thousand dollars, a deep discount to the more than $2 million face value of the notes. It was the largest purchase of his career.

After buying, Mr. Lau and other investors typically contact borrowers to try to make a deal, such as with softened repayment terms. If borrowers won’t come to the table, investors know their strongest leverage is the threat of foreclosure. Mr. Lau keeps a list of the varying state foreclosure laws next to his computer. He said he has initiated dozens of foreclosures, but completed only a handful.

If investors manage to get the flow of loan payments started again, they sit back and collect the cash as steady income. If the homeowner refinances, the loan investors may get what they are owed in a lump sum.

Salem, Ore., homeowner Rebecca Devereaux had been sparring with her lenders for years when she was contacted by Mr. Lau in 2016. Ms. Devereaux was trying to sell her home for less than the total she owed on her two mortgages—a short sale that requires both lenders’ consent. She had been unable to get approval from the holder of her $69,000 second mortgage.

After Mr. Lau bought that loan in 2016—he wouldn’t say for how much—he quickly approved a sale of her house for less than the amount Ms. Devereaux owed. He said he made money on the deal. And although her credit took a hit, Ms. Devereaux was happy to be rid of her wrangles with banks.

“I could have closure and move forward,” she said.

Michael Cortez, a homeowner in Vallejo, Calif., didn’t take Mr. Lau seriously at first. He thought he was being scammed when he unexpectedly received a mailing in December 2016 from a representative of Mr. Lau’s business.

“Call Us! Write Us! Email Us!” the notice read. “WE WANT YOU TO BE ABLE TO KEEP YOUR HOME!”

Mr. Lau was seeking to collect on a $190,000 home-equity loan Mr. Cortez and his wife took out in 2005 amid the housing boom. After Mr. Cortez ignored the mailing, Mr. Lau followed up with a voice mail in February 2017. “You make good money and you obviously have a good job, so call me,” Mr. Lau said, according to Mr. Cortez, who is a civil engineer.

Mr. Lau declined to comment on the exchange, citing privacy laws.

Mr. Cortez called Mr. Lau back and told him not to make contact again. He believed the home-equity loan on his five-bedroom house had been forgiven in 2011 after his lender, PNC Financial Services Group Inc., agreed to modify his primary mortgage. PNC stopped sending him monthly billing statements and repeatedly told him his loan had been closed, he said.

A spokeswoman for PNC said the bank books a loss on loans it deems uncollectible and stops billing borrowers, but this doesn’t change their obligation to repay. She declined to say how the policy affected Mr. Cortez, citing privacy restrictions.

Records from mortgage tracker ATTOM Data Solutions show that PNC sold Mr. Cortez’s debt to a Philadelphia-area note investor, who in turn sold it to Mr. Lau’s firm.

In June 2017, Mr. Cortez received a letter saying Mr. Lau’s representative would sell his home “AT PUBLIC AUCTION TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER.”

In an effort to prevent the foreclosure sale, Mr. Cortez filed for bankruptcy, at one point listing Mr. Lau’s firm as a creditor. The case was dismissed, and foreclosure proceedings resumed.

In June 2018, Mr. Cortez filed suit in California state court accusing Mr. Lau’s company, called Second Chance Home Loans LLC, of unlawful business practices.

“I don’t need a second chance,” Mr. Cortez said in an August interview. “This should never have happened.”

Messrs. Lau and Cortez reached a settlement in September. Mr. Cortez said he agreed to pay $260,000 and has tapped his retirement savings to help pay it. Mr. Lau wouldn’t comment on the figure.

Source: http://www.msn.com/en-us/money/realestate/a-decade-after-the-housing-crisis-small-investors-try-to-bring-busted-mortgages-back-to-life/ar-BBPVgGQ?srcref=rss

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