#I have him as my wallpaper with noah

[samanthasgone]

Running out of space on google photos so I’m deleting a lot of my old emails and i found this. Jolly liked one of my tweets 11 years ago when he use to be Her Bright Skies. How crazy is that now that he’s in Bad Omens?

[st4rgzer]

STICK SEASON matt sturniolo

genre: angst and just a bit of fluff at the end

summary: you have some unfinished business with someone you’ve missed more than you’d like to admit

cw!: self deprecation i think?

a/n: feeling very Noah Kahan ish

I went to Vermont to my parents house in a desperate attempt to find some comfort in anything, my childhood house came close to what I needed, even if the sad pink wallpaper pasted on my wall was peeling off, the bed, rusty, and the springs tired of supporting groups of chatting girls, or the mirror dusty from not having anyone stare into it to do their makeup for a while now, it still brought me a little bit of relief to have proof that I was once in a better place.

But now it was time to go “home” or at least what used to be home, now home has a different meaning. I’ve always struggled with selfishness, always having angry tendencies so I directly remove myself from the situation in order to avoid any nuisance I might provoke. Matt helped me. He saw the good in me as I saw the good in him, showing me that yelling isn’t the only way one can be heard, gentle words, whispers and sighs, worked effortlessly with him, everything envolving him meant being engulfed endlessly in light and sweetness. Now I’m stuck between the anger and the blame I can’t face, I tried to just remove myself from the situation.

“We can fix this please, I can fix this, I can change”

“I know you can, but I can’t be here, I don’t want to watch you destroy yourself, I’m tired of this”

That’s when he just drove off and left our future to the right. Rightfully so, I tend to play the victim, I’m trying to change, for him.

The phone dials again and the familiar voicemail appears, he used to call me forever now he can’t even call me back. I’m in Boston and I don’t think they’re home, but I’m terrified of knocking on their door.

Until I wasn’t. My body suddenly became 10 times heavier as I tried to drag myself to their doorstep, tempted to just run off and catch the next plane to nowhere. But I had to do this, for him, for me.

knock, knock, knock

One, two, three

The door opened and I was greeted with a very surprised Matt, he looked different from when I had seen him last, not in a bad way.

“what are you doing here” He blatantly said, quickly, he realized how brute he’d been and rectified his wording

“-i’m sorry, Hey y/n, what brings you…here?” He furrowed his eyebrows slightly as I began talking, it seemed my voice startled him, after all, it had been some time.

“I wanted to talk to you” I said, trying not to seem too stern. I had a habit of making situations more complicated then they had to be. He sighed and opened the door for me to walk through, the smell of bath and body works candle Nick bought for one of their videos (i’m sorry icba to use the pink sands reference) brought me back to the long movie sessions we’d have on their family couch, Mary Lou would bring us christmas cookies grannies would buy, I bought those last week, they didn’t taste the same.

“so um- long time…” He said walking behind the couch, creating some distance between us. He put his hands in his pockets and pursed his lips, I don’t think he was very happy to see me.

“yeah” I bit my inner cheek. Id come here to talk but I couldn’t seem to find any words right now, I wish it could be like it used to be, I wouldn’t have to say anything, he’d know what was wrong, he’d find the words for me.

“Matt I-” I took a deep breath and tried not to make a joke out of myself. “I know I have no right to show up at your doorstep unannounced, well I did call you but- that’s not the point. I’m sorry, yes that’s what I wanted to say, I’m sorry, and I’m sorry for fucking everything up and showing up in your life again and that’s not fair but I needed you to know I’m not a bad person, I’ve made mistakes and I can’t even say how sorry i am for hurting you in any way possible but I think about you everyday. I mean I see you everywhere, I see you when It rains, I see you when I discover a new song then I remember you recommended it to me, and I mean, I think what we had, what at least I thought we had, was something, you know? Now i see you mother and she doesn’t even remember me.” I inhaled sharply, my words spewing faster than I could breathe. I couldn’t figure out what Matt was thinking, if it was good or bad, well, I think in this situation it couldn’t be very good, one can hope.

A minute of silence passed by, the only sound that filled it was our steady-ish breaths, we looked at each other as if we were having a telepathic argument, however that would work, I thought telling a joke would ease the tension, I missed his laugh, maybe I’d get to hear it once again, but I don’t think i’m funny anymore.

“y/n…” My eyes were wide as I clawed into the couch in anticipation, not knowing if the next hour I would spend crying or whatever the other option was.

"I missed you too" his words were doubtful, he questioned himself, uncertain in wether he meant them or not.

“yes, I missed you. Maybe that’s bad, maybe I’m just a masochist, that, or you’re just engraved in my brain” He chuckled, his laughed remained the same, at least some things are how I remembered.

“so…you don’t hate me?” I said cautiously, analyzing his words in my mind to see if he really said what he said.

“I don’t think so, I’ve never hated you I don’t think. I couldn’t hate you, y/n, even if I tried, and trust me, I tried” His words almost seemed fake as I tried to fathom them, a puzzled look on my face that seemed to amuse Matt.

I nodded, not quite knowing what to respond just yet, or how to continue with the conversation. Figuring out any hidden meaning behind his slight smile, maybe everything was just really in my head, well, at least some part of it.

“I told Mary Lou you were going to be in town, I listened to you voicemails” He paused, looking away, almost embarrassed.

“I was nervous for you to come, I didn’t know how to feel exactly…But I definitely haven’t forgotten about you, the other day Chris accidentally bought two hats online, one was yellow, your favorite colour, is it still you favorite? Well, Nick reminded us”

I smiled. It was weird to hear that my name was thrown around in foreign conversations, I thought it may be a taboo here.

“It is. I’m glad, was Chris able to return the hat?” I said, thinking I sounded stupid to get that from the conversation instead of the important part, I tried to spark conversation.

“I kept it.” He said quietly, I smiled, a feeling of pity lingered in my stomach.

“I know this might be a long shot but, do you maybe want to get lunch, or coffee, or something with me? I’m in town till next week, if you want of course” I said, trying not to fumble my words, hoping to make things work, or just at least leave them a little better.

“sure”

A sudden childish excitement filled me, a feeling I had missed so dearly, a feeling I had when I was with Matt, as I could see.

“ok, text me?” I tilted my head, hopeful, relieved when he nodded. Saying things like this so casually still unsettled me slightly but I’ll try to ignore the feeling.

I guess lunch it is.

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[starsomens]

✨Request✨ about my embarrassment because embarassing myself is my hobby <3

reader's parents and younger brother (8 years old the young bastard😑💙 go pick up the reader at the end of the show, in that gentle moment when Noah chats a bit with fans. While he and the reader are chatting, the reader's younger brother approaches them and innocently asks "Is he that Noah guy you keep talking about in your sleep?🧐🤔" BABEGORL IMAGINE NOAHS FAACCEE IM FINISHEDD FOR LIFFEE😭😭

He come out of the concert absolutely exhausted, but absolutely fulfilled. You had one of the best nights of your life. The performance was amazing. The vocals were unforgettable and of course the boys as individuals was just a whole other experience. You were just a little little sad that you weren’t able to get VIP tickets in time but there was always the next show.

So here you were waiting outside for your parents to arrive. They’re about five minutes away, so it wouldn’t be too long. You scroll through your phone. Looking at the pictures you had taken tonight. You zoom in on a particular picture that you have taken nearly perfectly. It was a lead singer Noah and he looked fantastic. No it was very common but also pretty, looked down upon depending on who you asked to have a crush on the lead singer. as much as you try to avoid it or deny it, you definitely had a crush on him

His musical talents, his looks, and his vibe personality overall really draws people in, so could you really blame yourself? You sigh reliving the memory in your head.

“ maybe next time I’ll get into VIP “ you said to yourself wistfully

“ well, maybe that can be changed “ a voice comes from behind you you spin around to see none other than Noah Sebastian and Nick Rufillo. You felt your heart dropped into your ass you blink a couple of times look from side to side, not believing what you were saying. It was after the concert, and here was the band members themselves talking to you

You for a loss of words “I-I…. Your bad omens …” was all that you could muster

They both smile their heads “ that we are. Did you enjoy the show tonight? “ they asked and you not your head enthusiastically

“ it was so good I loved every second of it!” Compliment you’re more than sure that they could see the stars in your eyes from how you were gawking and rambling to them

“ Glad that you enjoyed, but how about a picture since you didn’t make it into VIP” offered you felt like you were dreaming at this point and you hope something would come and prove that it wasn’t a dream. As if the universe was listening to your thoughts at that very moment. Another voice comes behind you.

“Hi!” Slightly turned around to see your younger brother. “ is that your boyfriend?” he ask looking Noah up and down.

“Y/B/N! No, where’s mom and dad? Why are you here?” You ask as blush appears on your face. Your cheeks become aggressively red from embarrassment.

“ we’re here to pick you up remember” he said sarcastically pointing to the car. You just kept your mouth shut at that point because if you said anything else he’d make it worse.

“ hey how do I get a picture of you guys together?” Your mom offered pulling out her phones to take a picture. Your brother may have shown up to embarrassing you, but at least you were able to get a picture with Nick and Noah even if you weren’t able to get into VIP and see the rest of the boys.

Group together and take one or two pictures and thank them profusely

“ I know you” your brother says suddenly

And of course, Noah asks “oh you do do you enjoy the music too?“

“ not really but you my sister’s wallpaper and she talks about you in her sleep too”

You. were. Horrified. Sure your brother embarrasses you at times but why now? And in front of all people know Sebastian of bad omens. WHY???

You couldn’t move you couldn’t say anything you were completely petrified in your spot and just watched Noah’s eyes widen and surprise. A smile crossing his face in a light chuckle, escaping his lips.

“ well, I’m sure she does if she really likes her music” he was trying to save the embarrassment and redirect your brother in a different direction but of course this demon spawn says

“Mmm but she’s always staring at pictures of you saying how hot you are-“

“OKAY WELL IM TIRED and it’s time to go home and I have work in the morning”

“No you do-“

At that point, you sort of stuffing your brother into the backseat of the car and shut the door as fast as possible. You had nowhere to hide your face as a long size escapes your body. You had such a great night, and you even got to meet two of the band members and your brother just had to ruin the experience.

You felt the top of your shoulder and you turn around to see Noah, handing you a piece of paper those between his fingers. He gives you a soft smile and says.

“ we gotta get going, but have a safe drive and thanks for coming to the show”

“ thank you for taking a picture with me. I really appreciate it and again I love your music so much.” You think them and goodbye as they walk to you soon will be the tour bus

when all of a sudden you get into the car and put your headphones on completely ignore your brother. You look at the paper still in hands, folded. You take the paper and carefully open it, just enough for you to read.

It was autographed by Nick and Noah with a small note under Noah's name

"see you in your dreams ;)"

Your cheeks heat up and all you could do was fold it tightly and stuff it into your pocket. You'll make sure your brother doesn't ever see this one!

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[allthingsfangirl101]

Late-Night Swim–Joe Keery

"I'm so tired," Joe whined. "I hate these tours."

I smiled as I listened to my boyfriend complain about his job over the phone. I pulled my blanket up more and readjusted the pillow on my lap.

"I know you do, baby," I sighed. "But just think - a couple more weeks and you'll be off for the whole summer."

"Which means I get to be with you. All. Summer. Long."

I bit my lip when Joe moaned. He's been away filming the new season for five months. We saw each other for barely two weeks before he left for another three months to go on his press tour.

Joe and I met on set during the first season of Stranger Things. I was working in the costume department for another one of Netflix's shows, Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt. We ran into each other all the time. Eventually, he asked me out. We've been dating ever since. About two years ago, Joe and I decided to move in together so we would see each other more.

"How's your shop going?" He asked, changing the subject.

"It's good," I shrugged. "I just got a new client. I guess I should say, clients. It's a bride and her entire bridal party."

"That's amazing, babe!" Joe chuckled. "Is this from that group of groomsmen you had last week?"

"It is," I said, blushing at the fact that he remembered.

A year ago, I left Netflix to open my own boutique. I specialize in alterations and random pieces I've made and decided to sell. It's going okay. The friends I've made through Netflix have really helped. They've had me alter their dresses and suits for their premieres and parties. Through them, they've connected me to their friends. Things are slowly blossoming.

"I'm so proud of you, Y/N," Joe said softly.

"Joe!" Someone yelled as they walked into wherever Joe was. "We're gonna be late, dude."

"You have to go?" I asked, my voice dropping.

"I'm sorry," he sighed. "I'll call you tonight?"

"I'll answer."

                                * * * * *

I looked around my empty shop, my eyes landing on my equally empty schedule. I glanced at the clock on my phone, my stomach sinking when I saw my wallpaper. It was a picture Joe and I took the day I opened my shop. We took the picture right before the shop officially opened.

I checked my schedule, smiling when I realized I could close down for a couple of days. My stomach did an excited flip as I opened a new tab on my computer and made the plans. That night, I was on my way to Chicago.

I got to the hotel the cast was staying at and checked in. I called Matt and he had a key waiting for me. I went upstairs and dropped off my stuff at Joe's room and washed up. A little while later, I headed down to the lobby. I only had to wait a few minutes before Joe and the rest of the Stranger Things cast walked in.

"Umm. . . Joe?" Gaten smirked when he noticed me before Joe did. "I think someone is here to see you?"

"What are you talking about?" The question got stuck in Joe's throat as he turned and saw me. His cast laughed as he ran over to me. I gasped when he picked me up and spun me around.

The second he put me on my feet, he pressed his lips to mine. I smiled as I slowly started kissing him back. We heard his castmates hoot and holler but we ignored them. I broke the kiss, breathing heavily as he stared at me.

"Hello to you too," I smirked.

"Hi," he whispered. He was about to lean in and press his lips back to mine but the kids started whistling and making jokes again.

"Get a room!" Noah yelled.

"I have one," Joe said under his breath. He grabbed my hand and led me to the elevator.

The second the doors shut, Joe reattached his lips to mine. A small moan escaped as he pushed me up against the wall. I tightened my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as I lifted my leg and wrapped it around his waist.

"I missed you so much, baby," he moaned against my lips. I giggled when he leaned down and picked up my other leg so he was holding me.

We broke the kiss when the elevator dinged and the doors opened. Joe didn't bother putting me down as he walked out of the elevator. He carried me down the hallway, toward his room.

"Joe," I chuckled when he struggled to get his room key. "Baby, do you wanna put me down so you can unlock the door?"

"Nope," he said a little too quickly. "I got it."

"Baby," I giggled. He sighed before finally putting me down. I kissed his cheek and moved so he could open the door.

The second it was open, I turned him around and pressed my lips to his. I felt him smirk as he pulled me in. We fell onto the bed, completely lost in ourselves.

We jumped apart when someone cleared their throat. We looked over to see Gaten in the doorway. My face was burning as Joe stood up, walked over, and slammed the door in Gaten's face. He turned around with his smirk that always made me feel giddy.

"Where were we?"

                                * * * * *

I looked over, smiling when I saw Joe was already watching me. I rolled over and cuddled into his chest. He laughed a little, pulling me closer.

"I missed you," he whispered.

"So you've said," I teased as I looked up at him. "Several times."

"I can't help it," he teased as he pulled me so I was laying on top of him. "You're just so gorgeous and it's been forever since we were together."

I sighed as I leaned my chin on his chest.

"What's wrong, baby?" He asked softly as he glided his fingers up and down my bare back.

"You know how proud I am of you, right?"

"Of course," he chuckled.

"I am so incredibly proud of you, baby, but. . ."

His smile faltered. "What's wrong?"

"I hate how much you're gone," I finally confessed. I bit my lip, nervously looking up at him.

"I know," he sighed. "I hate it too."

"I don't want you thinking I'm not being supportive," I stuttered.

"I know you're supportive of my career, Y/N," Joe said without a second of hesitation. "I don't like being away from you any more than you do. Good news, though. We don't have to worry about it much longer."

"What do you mean?" I stuttered as I sat up a little.

"Oh, I didn't tell you?" He teased. "The season we just got done filming is our last season."

"Really?" I gasped as I slowly rolled off of him. I grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around myself. "You're done?"

"I'm done," he whispered as he sat up, leaning in so his face was inches from mine.

"You're done," I whispered back. I closed the gap between us, pressing my lips to his. I broke the kiss with a soft moan. Joe reached up and stroked my arm.

"I'm done," he nodded. "Which means you won't be able to get rid of me."

"I don't want to."

Joe looked at the clock and smiled. He wrapped his arms around me and leaned us against the headboard.

"What do you want to do?" He asked. "We could order room service."

"How about we go for a walk?" I suggested.

"Sounds wonderful."

After we got dressed, we left the hotel and started walking around. We came across a hot dog cart and grabbed something to eat. We walked around the park more before heading back to the hotel. When we got back, we didn't head up to the room. Instead, we headed to the pool.

"Cannonball!"

I gasped as Joe ran by me and jumped in. I took a surprised step back as some of the splash hit me.

"What is wrong with you?" I giggled. "It's freezing outside. You're gonna get sick, Joe."

"Wimp."

"I am not a wimp," I scoffed. "I'm reasonable."

"Yeah yeah," he chuckled. "Ms. Y/N is always reasonable. It's why I love you."

"I love you too which is why I would like you to get out of that pool before you get sick," I sighed squatting next to the pool. "Especially if you're finally free from work. Can't spend the first week back home together with you being sick."

"You're right," he pouted. "Help?"

Joe reached up his hand. Like a gullible girl, I reached down to help him. The second I did, I knew it was a mistake. Joe's innocent smile turned into a smirk. The next thing I knew, I was in the pool with him.

I came to the surface, instantly running my hands on my face to move my hair. I turned around, scowling at my smirking boyfriend. I slapped a ton of water at his face, catching him off guard. This turned into a playful war.

I splashed water at him as he tried to get to me. When he did, he wrapped his arms around my waist. We played for a little longer before Joe pulled me over to the steps. I thought he was about to leave but he sat down.

Joe smirked as he pulled me onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around my waist, never looking away from me. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I moaned as I instantly started kissing him back.

Our lips moved messily in sync, our tongues battling each other. A shiver went down my back when a gust of wind hit us. Joe broke the kiss and looked at me with soft eyes.

"We should get inside," he whispered. "Can't have my favorite girl getting sick. Especially on her trip."

"I love you," I chuckled.

"I love you too."

[tdciago]

My Fargo Thoughts

Originally posted to Reddit and removed by moderators. Posting here for my own records.

Viewers probably think that Dot looks at the Bisquick boxes and breakfast ads at the Gas 'n Go with only Scotty in mind, but I think there's something more. We will flash back to Dot's kidnapping, to show what happened after she was cornered. She will further injure Donald Ireland, and Munch will give his monologue about kings and his early life, culminating with his request for pancakes. This will have a profound effect on Dot. Her vigorous stirring of batter also creates a little tornado-like whirlpool effect in the mixing bowl, a reference to Dorothy Gale. Let's remember that Liberal, Kansas (the setting for *East/West*) is both the pancake hub of the universe and the self-proclaimed home of Dorothy Gale.

GENDER-SWAPPING AND NON-CONFORMITY

Scotty "the cross-dresser" is the most obvious example here, choosing a suit over a dress, liking ninjas instead of dolls, etc. But the preview shows that Dot and Munch are also going to start dressing like each other. Dot will don a long green coat and become more ferocious, and Munch will wear what looks like a woman's coat with a fur collar and windowpane plaid, mimicking Dot's appearance. These two have a connection of some kind. They are kindred spirits. Also, from the very start of the story, Dot wears pants and Munch wears a kilt. Noah Hawley has said that this season will examine our perception of gender roles.

BRAINS

We've already had a couple of zombie references, and brains are their food of choice. Donald Ireland, demonstrating his thematic connection to the Scarecrow from *The Wizard of Oz*, moans that he needs his brain when Dot suggests that his facial burns could lead to brain infection. Dot also tells Wayne to call Scotty for dinner before her brain turns to mush from watching cartoons, and she mentions some story about a man going to the hospital for a kidney transplant, but ending up with someone else's brain.

DECAPITATION?

All the zombie/brain discussion leads me to suspect that someone will be decapitated on Halloween. We see an inflatable pumpkinheaded figure holding a skull outside the Lyon home, and Witt tells the convenience store clerk to get down before he loses his head.

PIRATES

Dot reads a story about pirates to Scotty, and previews show that she will try to buy a gun from a salesman dressed as a pirate at Gun World. That salesman has an eye patch over his right eye, like Danish Graves, perhaps suggesting that Danish is himself a pirate in some way. I think he knows more than he lets on about Dot's origins.

MIRROR IMAGERY

I've posted before about a possible "mirror universe" theme in season 5, as Noah Hawley has used that term to describe the internet vs. the real world, and how we see enemies in the mirror, when it's actually just a distorted image of ourselves.

With that in mind, we have the mirror-image leopard wallpaper in Dot's bathroom; Munch looking in a mirror and Dot appearing from behind to attack him; Munch seeing the cop car in his rear-view mirror; and Gator noticing his murdered companion in the side-view mirror. The previews also show Dot and Munch mirroring each other's clothing.

There are also mirrored themes in both Donald Ireland and Josh Hunk suffering burns, when both are Scarecrow substitites. And both Roy and Lorraine believe that Dot owes them something via her marriage vows.

THE WIZARD OF OZ

I've talked about these references for months, and now we begin to see them play out.

The name Dorothy Lyon is an obvious nod to Dorothy Gale and the Cowardly Lion. It's clear that Wayne represents the Cowardly Lion, who will find his courage in the end.

The surname Tillman sounds like Tin Man. Roy is a self-proclaimed "hard man for hard times." He ironically lounges in a hot tub, with a steam pipe reminiscent of the Tin Man's hat, and he mentions a "rainy day fund." Water is the Tin Man's enemy, as it causes him to rust. What does this foreshadow? Like the Tin Man, Roy is heartless.

See https://imgur.com/a/t5aWVTi

The name Munch is (among other things) a reference to the Munchkins.

The name Donald (meaning *world leader*) Ireland (*the Emerald Isle*) points to the Scarecrow, who was made ruler of the Emerald City until the return of Princess Ozma. Donald ireland reinforces this connection by lamenting the potential loss of his brain, and being set on fire, the Scarecrow's greatest fear. In *The Wizard of Oz*, Dorothy throws water on the Scarecrow to put out the flames. Here, Dot uses ice (frozen water) to hit Donald Ireland and cause him to die by striking the porcelain toilet, which also contains water.

Josh and Lenore Hunk bear the name of the Kansas farmhand who becomes the Scarecrow in Oz. Josh Hunk will also suffer burns when Roy throws hot coffee in his face.

Lorraine Lyon, for now, is playing the villainous role of the Wicked Witch of the West, as well as the role of Mombi, the witch who had Princess Ozma kidnapped and turned into a boy named Tip to hide her as the rightful ruler of Oz. *Mom* Lorraine frequently wears black, and has artwork in her office that depicts women's legs, bringing to mind the legs of the Wicked Witch of the East, sticking out from under Dorothy's house.

See https://imgur.com/a/Xg5L5x0

The Wicked Witch of the West controlled both the Winkie guards and the flying monkeys through the power of a golden cap. Not only does Lorraine seem to love gold everything, but her non-entity husband is named Wink.

The word *grave* in Danish means *dig*, and the Wizard's real name was Oscar *Diggs*. This suggests that Danish Graves may be a Wizard figure. For now, he is certainly Lorraine's flying monkey.

Dot's bloody feet are the ruby slippers. Her many yellow sweaters represent the Yellow Brick Road. She will also be seen wearing a rainbow-striped sweater, another clear reference to Dorothy.

THE LADY, OR THE TIGER?

The title of this short story has come to mean an unsolvable problem. Dot fills both the role of the lady and the tiger at once, and we are presented with the seemingly unsolvable problem of how she got home to Scandia, MN from Beulah, ND, over 500 miles away, on foot, with no shoes.

Indira Olmstead is shown dealing with her own unsolvable problem of financial debt. As she reviews her bills, we see two art pieces behind her on the wall, depicting a lady on one side, and a tiger on the other.

Episode 4 is titled *Insolubilia*, which literally refers to an unsolvable problem.

(Continued in reblog)

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★ ⸻ WHAT'S YOUR PHONE WALLPAPER?: lyrics to "you're on your own kid" bc i'm mentally unwell!

★ ⸻ LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO?: if we were vampires (ft wesley schultz) by noah kahan

★ ⸻ CURRENTLY READING?: happy place by emily henry

★ ⸻ LAST MOVIE?: evil dead rise

★ ⸻ LAST SHOW?: jury duty

★ ⸻ WHAT ARE YOU WEARING RIGHT NOW?: pajama shorts, taylor swift eras tour shirt

★ ⸻ HOW TALL ARE YOU? 5'3''

★ ⸻ PIERCINGS / TATTOOS? multiple on ears, and i have 4 tattoos (an arrow, 3 birds for my me and my siblings, frank from donnie darko, and the lyrics "and when she stood, she stood tall.")

★ ⸻ GLASSES / CONTACTS?: none!

★ ⸻ LAST THING YOU ATE?: lime tortilla chips

★ ⸻ FAVORITE COLOR(S)?: sage green, lavender, pink, maroon

★ ⸻ CURRENT OBSESSION?: playing clue online with my friend lmao

★ ⸻ DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH RIGHT NOW?: on pedro pascal always

★ ⸻ FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER?: joel miller from the the last of us games. throwback to me writing a paper on him my senior year of high school in 2014.

★ ⸻ LAST PLACE YOU VISITED? oof i haven't been anywhere cool in a good while, so southern california & las vegas were the last cool places i've visited! (yikes about two years ago... i need a vacation)

[riverspatrick]

OUR HOUSE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET

I’m a good neighbour, most of the time. I give a hoot, rarely a boot, as such, some respond in kind, and gradually we swap larger words, larger sentences, and the next thing you know, we call each other by name! With the fences down, soon, you become privy to people’s highs and lows, stories that too easily die in silence.

Our home/family includes a dog we named Bowie. We live at a spitting distance from a bustling park, the reason we bought the Victorian, terraced home a year and a half ago. The park is Bowie’s second home. I know most local dog walkers, certainly I know all the people from our street who enjoy the park with their furry companions, but to my surprise, few know each other.

Bella, on the last corner before the park’s gates, knows no one below her number. After a long illness, her paraplegic husband passed away from sepsis recently. She knows Barda who lives on the other side of the street. Barda’s husband is deteriorating slowly with alzheimer. I see him most days sitting on the wall like Humpty Dumpty, smoking a fag, looking vacant. He’s stopped washing. He's stopped talking. Until he crashed the car, he wouldn’t stop driving. The cracks are showing. He’s one fumble away from a bad fall.

Neither Bella or Barda knows that the man who lives two doors down above Mr Cyclop, looks out for me when I walk Bowie at 2am. Noah will sometimes catch up with us and talk about his sexual fantasies. Of course he knows I’m gay — I wear Apple’s hi-vis 2020 pride watch band around my wrist every day. He’s into the golden shower stuff, but unfortunately, our house is carpeted wall to wall, and unless we turn the bathroom into a wet room, I wouldn’t even entertain the idea. Noah is bipolar and only comes out on a high, so he doesn’t bother me too often.

Mr Cyclops lives on the ground floor with his wife, and Boss, the terrier / shih tzu cross. It’s hard not to stare at the left socket of his eye. Some days, it looks like chilli udon noodles. The air is thick with pollen these days, fluffy dandelion seeds get all jammed up in there. I’d certainly wear a patch, pretend I'm DC’s Cyborg – LED light and all – would be useful for when I pick up Bowie’s poo in the high grass at night.

On the next block, at the house with the psychedelic sixties wallpaper, the mother of an eight-year-old boy died of a broken heart after her husband passed away a few months ago. At least that’s what we gathered. The child was seen running in the street crying, “She’s dead!” It was the first time either Bella or Barda had seen the boy let alone heard his voice. He was homeschooled like I was at his age. They kept to themselves, and for a recluse family, they were never shy exposing the nightmare-inducing wallpaper to all who walked past their window. That’s all we’ll remember of them: death, the orphan, and the geometric, rainbow-coloured wallpaper. I almost miss seeing the atrocity now that the blinds are permanently shut.

Nearer to us, there’s Tony’s portfolio of properties which will be divided between his two daughters and two nieces. Tony died last week, he would have been 99 had he lived two more days. The rent is cheap but the tradeoff isn’t worth the economy as the properties are in a devolving state of disrepair. A couple of junkies live under a dealer at the corner house. At the end of our block, Tony’s house has been emptied, so the large family next door are taking more liberties with noise pollution. They keep mallards in their kids’ paddling pool. They must have captured the wild birds at the park. I suppose mallards are easier to capture than the more colourful parakeets who keep to the high branches, and more entertaining than a terrapin. The jail-birds are let out in the courtyard for a quack more often since Tony died.

Next to ours, top floor, there’s Patricia, an alcoholic who loves playing Patsy Cline loud and throwing empty Frosty Jack's bottles at the ducks, cursing. The ground floor has been vacant since Guillaume disappeared after never paying the rent once since moving-in a year ago. He was also a dealer and went by different names depending on who called upon him. His alias had bills in arrears and apparently lived at our address. The debt collectors should finally stop knocking at our door soon.

On the other side of the street, Gertrude’s son has returned from prison and is begging to be let in. It seems it was only last week the cops raided her house and left with the lad in handcuffs. Can’t have been too serious. She swore she wouldn’t let him in again, but there he goes through the door. She’s a mother. That’s all she's ever done. “Soon I’ll run out of things for him to steal, and then he' won’t have a reason to come back,” she'll tell me again tomorrow.

Oh, I skipped Mario, a seventy-something lonely man who once sent me a link to his Chaturbate account so we could chat in private. He's been giving me the cold shoulder for not having taken the offer. Too bad. His dog Lobo and Bowie loved frolicking in the park together.

I can see Mick at work, cleaning the neighbours' windows. He's the first to have welcomed us on the street. Could be that he's a good businessman, or perhaps that it is compulsory, being a proud and jolly JW. He broke his back falling off a ladder and since has been using long hoses instead. That he got away with three fused vertebrae certainly proves that a life praying wasn't for naught.

I'm getting to what prompted me to share my street with you, therefore I stop at the halfway point where Lee used to live with his partner of twenty years. I hadn't realised that he had been kicked out of his house last month until I ran into him this morning. His partner's daughters had wired the house with hidden cameras and are accusing him of assault against their mother who suffers from dementia. The daughters kicked Lee out, placed their mother in a care home and re-homed all four dogs. He's naturally broken. That's also how Mario the lonely septuagenarian said hello for the first time in months. They are good friends and were setting out in Lee's van when I dared ask the poor man how he was doing. Other than Mario and I, no one knew Mike, no one else knows what befallen him.

That's but half of my street, one street amongst thousands in my town which is smaller than the average town in this country, yet the street is the quietest street I've ever lived on. How's your street doing these days?

All names have been changed to preserve anonymity, otherwise all stories are real, I kid you not.

[shahreenorah]

The Supernatural Love

Like a Movie:

September 25th 2021

"Welcome to my world, guys. Let me introduce myself. I am Olivia Summers. I am 19 years old. I am currently studying at UCLA in Music. I am in my junior year of college. No, I didn't go to college early. I just bumped up 2 grades. So I went to college at 17.

We all know that every fairytale ends with a happy ending. Mine is happier than you could ever think. Continue to watch my vlogs if you want to know what happened.

My parents died in a car accident 2 years ago. I have no siblings. Well, I have a second family. They would adopt me but I thought being their sister would be kinda stressful. Do you guys know who they are? It's the Lynches. Let me tell you guys how we all met. I remember it like it was yesterday.

Flashback:

August 20th 2018

I was walking through the streets with my friends after the filming of Alex And Ava. [{(Spinoff of Austin and Ally. Not a real show. I hope it is soon.)}] We were going to Starbucks when someone crashed into me with a skateboard. Before that, I saw a pair of the most beautiful hazel eyes and a "Watch out!"

We crashed and stared at each other for a while.

"Uhmm......." My bestie Emily [Emily Chavez] coughed. We broke out of our trance. We got up and I brushed the dirt off my jeans.

"I am so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going." He said. Hey, it sounded familiar.

"Clear-" I looked up to see THE ARDEN HALE staring at me.

"OMG! You're Arden Hale!" I looked behind him to see all of the Hales.

"And you guys are the Hales! OMG, my dream is coming true!" I said

If you don't know Arden Hale is the most famous person in this world. He has made many movies and all of them are like no. 1 on every movie chart. He and his family are also vloggers. So, I know all of them. Charlotte and Oliver Hale are the mother and father. Then the sequence is Noah, Birdie, Elijah, Arden and Ryland Hale.

"Do you know them?" Emily said.

"Who are you? These are the people I talk to you 24/7." I said.

"Hey, how are you?" Ryland, the youngest sibling said.

"I'm good. How are you all?" I said.

I earned a "We're good" from all of them.

"Hey, Olivia. I gotta go. Mom's calling." Emily said. 

"Okay, I'll see you later," I said as she walked off

"Okay, I'll see you guys later," I said as they walked away.

"It's always good to meet a fan. What's your name?" Arden asked.

"I'm Olivia Summers." I said.

"That's a really pretty name," Noah said. I smiled.

"Thanks. Hey, is it cool if I take a selfie?" I asked.

"Yeah sure. come here." Ryland said. Everyone huddled in close to each other to fit the frame.

"This pic is so going to be my wallpaper," I said.

"Can you send that picture to us?" Birdie asked.

They all took my phone and put in their numbers. I was smiling on the outside. But on the inside, boy was I screaming.

"Hey, you know what we should do, let's go hang out and get to know you better," Elijah suggested.

"That's not a bad idea. I would love to know more about you guys." I smiled.

That's how I met this lovely yet wacko family.

Silly Noah

Cute Birdie

Caring Eli

Cray cray Arden

Nice Ry Ry

I have a great relationship with all of them, especially Noah, Birdie and Arden. Before you suspect anything, no I don't have a crush on any of the Hale boys. They are my best friends. I would choose them over anyone any day. I love them so much.

Noah POV:

I heard my best friend talking about us in her vlogs. Let's eavesdrop. What? It's my thing.

"Well, I have a second family. They would adopt me but I thought being their sister would be kinda stressful. What do you know it is? It's the Hales. I have a great relationship with all of them, especially Noah, Birdie and Arden. Before you suspect anything, no I don't have a crush on any of the Hale boys. They are my best friends. I would choose them over anyone any day. I love them so much." She said,

"Hey, that was sweet!" I yelled.

"Thanks, Noah! I told the truth." She yelled.

I left her to film her introduction video. I am so proud of her. First, her casting in a tv series. Second, is her vlog channel.

I went to the backyard to play table tennis. I saw Elijah playing alone.

"Hey man. Mind if I join in?" I said.

"Be my guest. I don't have anyone to play with." He said as we started our tournament.

2 hours later:

"I won fair and square," I said.

"You distracted me by saying that Olivia was filming, it's not fair," Rocky yelled.

"What's with all the yelling?" Olivia came in.

"We were playing table tennis and he won," Rocky said.

"Oh, Noah. Honey, what did you do? 'Cause, let's face it, you're not a very good table tennis player." Olivia said.

"Well, I did nothing. I won fair and square." I said,

"Let me give you an example of how bad you are. You lost a damn table tennis game to Ryland who is like, 7 years younger than you!" Olivia said, basically yelling. Eli smirked.

"THAT WAS 1 TIME!" I said.

"What's going on?" Mom came.

"Well, Noah and Eli are fighting over who is the winner of table tennis." Olivia frowned, crossing her hands on her chest.

"Let me tell you who won. Noah won. Give the poor guy a chance, Eli. Now, I don't want to hear any more arguments." Mom said.

"Well, I agree with mom. Give him a chance." Liv said. She calls my mom her mom and my dad her dad because she's been living with us for so long that we are her family.

Eli pouted as we all went inside laughing and Noah did his victory dance.

This is what happens pretty much every day, just like in a movie.

[badass-at-fandoming]

Top 10 VN Men

Ages ago @violettduchess posted her Top 10 VN datemates who happened to be men. This seemed fun, so let's give it awhirl!

I will, of course, break the rules. Instead of numbering 1 to 10, I'll choose one man from each visual novel I've played or stalked hard enough that it's like I've played. So, with no order in my heart ~

The Arcana: Muriel

I surprised myself here. I like Julian quite a lot. However, I actually enjoyed his route less once I went back and bought the paywalled scenes (how???). For Muriel, it was the reverse: during my initial read, I was exasperated with him. After reading all the paywalled scenes, his character growth grew on me, and gentle mountain man edges out Julian in my affections. By a cat hair lol.

Fictif: Rainier from Monster Manor

This was also a hard choice because I like Jesse Rodriguez so much y'all. However, Rainier's character arc, his bubbly positivity, his looks, his concept--SO GOOD Y'ALL.

Alice in the Country of Hearts: Julius Monrey

Whooooooa. Shock. Appalled. Who could have seen this coming. I also like Boris and Elliot. I'm watching a Let's Play of Blood's route right now, and he's growing on me. The manga really did him dirty.

Ikemen Revolution: Loki Genetta

I love Loki's sunshine! Reading his route was like settling into a bath, into that easy, warm time-flow of happiness. Also. His eyes turn red and he can obliterate people.

Ikemen Vampire: William Shakespeare

Billy Shakes is like, a nanosecond behind Jean. I love his words, I love his journey; I love MC being his morality pet. I had a blast with his route and took soooooo many screenshots.

Lovelink: Min-Jae Lee

Lovelink isn't my favorite app out there, mostly because the MC drives me up the wall. Routes can be touch and go. But with Min-Jae, something fucking CLICKED. Despite not accessing any paywalled content, he constantly emoji-reacted to my responses. His story was a thoughtful and compelling look into a K-Pop star's life: both the massive perks and the massive toxicity in that space. I definitely rec'd his route, or that of his counterpart, Liam Park.

Lovestruck: Iseul Idreis

my MANS. This CG was my phone wallpaper for a HOT minute.

Maybe: Interactive Stories - Logan Harris

Again, such a shock. I will get back to my fanfic of them eventually! Special shout outs: Noah Young, Enoch, Ambrose + Trevor

Nekopara Catboy Paradise - Laurier

He's a cat, he's a boy, he snuggles MC every night and yanno that met all my requirements.

Rose of Winter - Crow

This entry accesses the Deep Lore. Rose of Winter was the first visual novel I played. Ever. Not only is Crow a kind, time-traveling wizard (cool bird included), but also the first route I got a Good Ending. Nowadays, I follow walkthroughs 90% of the time, because I play for a happy time, not a sad time. When I played Rose of Winter, I didn't know VNs had different endings. I played the other 3 routes, and the LIs kept leaving. The joy I felt when Crow returned Rosemary's affections! When they tromped off in the sunset together! I was so happy. I never went back to get his Bad Ending, even though there's an achievement for it. I love him. I love them.

What have we learned in this post? We have learned that I like catboys, queerness, and time-travelers. Also, I can't play any more VNs because it would ruin the perfect 10 number these guys fit in 😂

[samanthasgone]

Seeing Bad Omens on Veeps for the second time this Sunday is giving me second chance of getting a good screenshot of Noah so I put him as my wallpaper on my phone. The one I have right now is like blah lol. 😂

[teenwolffan-with-nolife]

Hellooooo can I ask for a fic ? I imagined the reader as a witch who flew away and came to beacon eals to discover her past

She bound with stiles Scott and Lydia over her research and at a moment they follow her because she never wanted them to take her back home and discover she lives in a motel and doesn’t have a family, she is very independent and didn’t want to ask for help

So stiles talk to the sheriff and they welcome her in their house

She has a lot of nightmares and sometimes lose control but they re here for her (angst)

And at sometimes sheriff stilinski decides to adopt her and she finally finds a family (fluffy and all )

Thank you sooo much you are amazing ✨

thanks for requesting! sorry it took so long

oky so this ended up being more of like a stiles stilinski x platonic!reader but i hope it's okay

does anyone know how to use the keep reading button on mobile?

"We can give you a ride, (Y/N). It's better than walking home at this time of night," Stiles began to shove you into his car as you rolled your eyes, pulling away from him.

"I appreciate it, Stiles. Really. I like walking home, though, and it's not that far. Plus, if anyone messes with me I'll just hex them," you made your eyes glow purple, before winking at Stiles, earning a small chuckle from Scott.

"Okay, well, it's still probably gonna take a while. What if I walk you home?" Scott offered.

"You're gonna walk me home and then you're gonna walk back here to your house?" you raised an eyebrow.

After only being with the pack for a small amount of time, you learned everything there is to know about them. Scott was the selfless one, who would always be there for everyone, and always try to help. Stiles was the sarcastic one, who was also the brains, along with the spaz one. Lydia was the beautiful and smart one, who knew the answer to everything. They were all very protective of you as their new friend, due to a good amount of their friends leaving or dying.

"It's probably not that far of a walk," Scott shrugged.

"Scott, thanks, but I'm good. I'll see you guys tomorrow," you gave Lydia, Scott, and Stiles a quick hug before waving them off, walking away.

You walked to your hotel, running your fingers through your hair before entering your room, collapsing onto the old bed. The wallpaper in the room was nearly gone, the hotel had less than a star rating, however that was possible, but it was the only thing you could afford.

You lived by yourself, you left your family after finding out you were a witch. You knew you were a danger to them, and probably a danger to most people around you. But the pack was different. They were all supernatural, making it easier for you to be yourself with them. Scott and Derek even taught you control when you first met them.

You didn't want to ask for more, making sure to avoid the fact that you lived in a shabby hotel room. You didn't want them to feel pity for you.

You sighed deeply, before getting ready for bed.

---

"This goes against everything I believe in, by the way. (Y/N) deserves privacy," Lydia hissed, the three of them walking a far distance behind you.

"Well, (Y/N) always hides, and I'm just trying to look out for my friend," Stiles shrugged.

"By following them home?" Scott questioned.

"Do you have a better idea?" Stiles raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, wait for (Y/N) to come to school tomorrow and ask them what's up," Lydia said.

"Oh, just shush.... wait, look," the three of them watched you walk into a hotel, with confusion on their faces.

"(Y/N) lives in a hotel?" Stiles asked.

"Where's their family?" Lydia asked.

"(Y/N) said they live with them," Scott remembered.

"Unless they lied...if (Y/N) lives here... they can't live here," Stiles shook his head in disbelief.

"What are we supposed to do?" Scott asked.

"I'm gonna call my dad, and we'll talk to (Y/N) tomorrow. Deal?" they all agreed before walking away from the hotel.

---

You jumped up in your bed, taking deep breaths before wrapping your arms around yourself. It was only a nightmare.

You heard someone knocking at your door, taking you by surprise. It was only 4 in the morning.

"Hello?" you opened the door, surprised to see the hotel manager standing in front of you.

"Hello, I just had to tell you that your payment has declined for this month," you felt your heart drop.

"We're going to have to ask you to leave," she replied.

"Yeah... Sorry," you said softly.

You felt tears rush to your eyes before you closed the door, wiping them away.

You knew your life was a mess and you needed to come up with a plan fast.

---

"Why are we meeting Stiles here?" you walked into the Sheriff's station, with Scott and Lydia behind you.

"I don't know. But, Sheriff Stilinski wants to talk to you," Scott said, motioning for you to enter his office.

You raised an eyebrow, frowning slightly before making your way to his office, knocking on the door.

"Come in, (Y/N)," he said.

You opened the door, seeing Stiles and Noah standing with each other, while Stiles anxiously picked at the skin around his nails.

"Is everything all right?" you asked.

"(Y/N)... me, Lydia, and Scott followed you home a few days ago," your face fell slightly.

"Oh," you replied, your voice soft.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Stiles walked next to you, while you continued to look down.

You felt your eyes water slightly.

"You know we're your friends, right? And we care about you," he said softly.

You looked up at him, before sniffling.

"You guys have already done so much for me and I couldn't ask for more-" you shook your head, taking a deep breath.

"Kiddo, you need a home. A proper home," Noah replied.

"Yeah, I know," you nodded softly.

"Why don't you come live with us?" Noah suggested.

"What? No, I can't," you shook your head.

"We have a lot of room. You're one of my best friends, I'm not taking no for an answer," Stiles shook his head.

"Stiles," you started.

"Please, (Y/N)?" you heard his voice break, seeing his eyes water slightly while he and Noah both stood in front of you.

"I haven't had a family in a long time," you said softly.

"And now you have us," Noah replied.

You wiped the tears from your eyes, wrapping your arms around Stiles and Noah.

"Is that a yes?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah," you said softly.

You could feel Stiles hugging you tightly as if he wanted to suffocate you.

"Stiles," you groaned.

"Come on! We can go set up your new room!" you laughed softly as Stiles pulled out with him.

"I found this really cool thing that matches you perfectly, and..."

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@aprilfire18

@confuscita

@asheradamsbicep

@teen-wolf-obsessed4life

@eunoia-kth

[ravenadottir]

Out of the s2 LIs, who are the light sleepers and who are the heavy sleepers?

oooh, ok, i like this a lot! being a light sleeper myself, i can see some of them not only having a hard time to fall asleep but also being cranky about it.

i really wanna go deeper on why or how they manage to be heavy or light sleepers, so i hope you like that.

((i went a little deep with henrik and tai, so... yeah!))

heavy sleepers:

GARY. drooling, snoring, often in positions that leave him looking like a ragdoll after a beatup. cannot for the life of him remember whatever he dreamed about, but has the lingering feeling they caused, whether bad or good.

bobby. neatly covered on the bed but a light snore that resonates in the room. it's endearing. remembers 70% of his dreams, but most of them resemble a child's cough syrup nightmare involving giant pastries and ideas for different recipes. he dreams more about food than your average chef.

noah. TURN THAT BOY THE OTHER WAY OR YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO SLEEP. he's usually turning to face the way that makes him snore the most so you gotta keep turning him. can't tell a single dream he had since high school and sometimes is woken up by his own snoring.

kassam. a silent sleeper. not much to add except for how he loves to have his girl on his chest when going to bed. he's reassured when he can reassure her. because he often pulls allnighters when working on a new project, he appreciates when he as a full 8h sleep.

henrik. i have a lot to say about him, so buckle up! his own head is an oasis of beach waves' sounds and tranquility. he sleeps better if cuddling someone but can also pull 8 hours with no help. can't remember his dreams very often but when he does he loves telling you about it! plus, he talks in his sleep (A STRONG HEADCANON OF MINE) and you can catch a smile or two when he hears/says your name while knocked out.

now, because i won't have another opportunity, i want to talk about his bedroom real quick! i've always pictured henrik living in the middle of the woods, his room with glass windows that let the foleage come through the glass. but we know that might not be a possibility, which brings me to the moody room i imagined for him. i think he planned it out thinking about the quality of sleep he would get. henrik loves ambiance so he chose a really cool 'leaves' wallpaper to resemble the outside. his best sleep has been outdoors, so... yeah, it makes sense to me. the rest of the house is sure illuminated and boho, but the bedroom? i would argue everything about it makes you feel like you're outdoors. plants, lights, music, scents, the whole shebang! preferably lavender and waterfalls' in the background but it varies from week to week.

ibrahim. do i have specific headcanons about him? no. do i think he looks adorable while asleep? yes, yes i do. plus, we know when he's comfortable he purrs a little bit, so that's something *EXTREMELY CUTE*! i have to add he talks in his sleep too. always adorable to see him smiling during and how he pulls you closer when turning to face the same way.

tai. I DON'T HAVE A DOUBT IN MY MIND he likes to prepare the bedroom before going to sleep, every single day. just like henrik's, the room it's scented with lavender, there's waves' sounds playing in the bluetooth speaker, the light is low and a strong blue. i would even argue tai is the type to have the ceiling of the room painted to resemble the night sky, possibly having his favorite (or his sign) constellation somewhere, or even a light projector for it. nothing too elaborate, just enough to be peaceful to look at. too many details would have the opposite effect. he has his shit together and that includes knowing himself pretty well. he values his sleep and it was the first thing he thought about when moving to his own place.

priya. something tells me she doesn't lose sleep for a lot of things, so unless it's a stressful week she's able to sleep a full night with no problems. and may i say, her bedroom is fabulous and her bed is equipped with a hundred pillows to help! she also likes tranquil playlists but doesn't stay woke long enough to hear the second track.

light sleepers:

carl. he's always stressed out and thinking of new fancy ideas for apps and softwares. it's hard to focus when going to sleep so you know the bedroom has ambiance lighting, speakers for a solid "rain" or "sea" playlist and scented candles. he mostly stays in the same spot for the whole night, but when he has a good night of sleep he wakes up in completely unusal positions, like legs on the headboard or completely curled up on the edge of the bed.

elisa. something tells me turning off her brain is a tough task on most days. she doesn't have a regular schedule and that adds to it. she puts a lot of pressure and deadlines for herself about posting, and always has many ideas floating so that makes it hard. i know this: she meditates before bed, especially after pulling an allnighter to edit her videos.

lucas. same as carl, except he's trying to fall asleep but is always alert for some reason. i would guess *family trauma* but you can leave your suggestions if you want to. also has ambiance lighting and strong 'rain' tracks to help him out. it's rare to hear lucas saying he had a full night of sleep but when he does he usually has it once he cuddles you. sometimes he talks during sleep and it's usually an anectode about a trip.

lottie. she has her spells to help out with her sleep when she cannot do it herself. definitely has an incense burning, purple dark light and a solid half an hour of meditation to help. a tea tray with steaming mugs and a kettle lie on her dresser as well. she has some trouble falling asleep because of her anxiety so she does everything she can to help herself.

marisol. most of the time she's inflicted with school stress. she's always thinking about a case, or a class she has to excell in. the girl has a hard time to relax if not on vacation mode, but also doesn't know much about ambiance. her girlfriend might be the person to tell her "hey, you could move your desk to the living room and you know... not leave 78 mugs of coffee on your nightstand... and um... maybe... not have coffee after 2 pm? it could help."

[anxiousstark]

S2 09 | Party Guessed

BIG MASTERLIST | TW REWRITE

Stiles Stilinski x Reader! Half-sibling!Mccall

Word count: 2681

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, murder, drugs, swearing (always).

↪ PLEASE RESPECT MY WORK. DON’T COPY, TRANSLATE OR CLAIM THEM AS YOURS. NOT ON THIS WEBSITE OR ANOTHER. ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED.

I kneeled on the floor, moving my bedsheets so I could glance under my bed. The black backpack stared back at me, a little of dust throughout it. I grabbed it, taking it out, examining it for a couple of minutes. I still couldn't do it. I couldn't open it. At least, not on my own.

I placed it over my shoulder, walking out of my room. Strolling past two more doors, I witnessed Scott laying down on his bed. Derek had asked him to go back home and rest. It was difficult for him to do that, he wanted to stay, and go after the Kanima. He was a wolf so he could heal faster, but physical pain and emotional pain were two different things.

I knocked on the door even though it was wide open. He sat down on his bed, smiling at me, letting me know that I could go inside. "Hey," I offered him a tiny grin. He greeted me back, making a place on his bed so I could sit next to him. "Feeling better?"

"I'm a werewolf," He chuckled. "No injuries anymore. I'm okay." I shook my head, letting him know that I wasn't talking about his injury, but Allison Argent. "It will be alright. I-I don't really want to talk about that right now." He pleaded.

I nodded. "Actually," I felt a know in my throat. "Remember that day we got detention? Well, you guys did. I went to the police station with Sheriff Stilinski." He curiously nodded his head, telling me to continue. "You know about my mom, right?"

"Kind of."

I dropped the backpack, falling with a slightly 'thud' on top of his bed. "This was hers. Some of the things they let her keep. Sheriff Stilisnki was given this by the Sheriff who carried her case." He placed his hand on top of my right arm. "I didn't want it, but Noah thought I should decide what to do with it, and even though I don't want to be reminded of her..." I swallowed. "I need to check something." I licked my bottom lip, clutching the bag.

"Should we do it together?"

I glanced at him, nodding my head, begging for him to go through this with me. Blinking a couple of times, my hands grabbed the bag even tighter.

Scott moved over, taking a look inside the bag. "There isn't much," He reaffirmed what I already could see. Before his hand went into the bag to grab some things, he stared at me, asking for permission. I just nodded my head. He took a couple of pictures out, four or five. Pictures of her favourite celebrities, some of them had passed out a couple of years ago. There was only one picture that caught my attention. "Is this your mom?" I just nodded again.

I took the other items out of the bag, some receipts from places she went to before she was sent to jail. Then, I saw another picture. A picture that not only affected me but also Scott. The sperm-donor that started all of this.

"W-Where they together when your mom went to jail?" His voice was full of bitterness.

"No," I set the picture inside the bag again. I was mad. Hurt. Broken. But mostly, consumed by rage.

"Are you okay?" His hand rubbed my back. I couldn't help but lean on him. "Is there something wrong?" He looked over everything again.

"There is something wrong." I sighed. "Scott, if your mom left for a long time. What would she take with her?"

He seemed confused, eyes moving from side to side, trying to think. "Clothes, money, Uhm, may-"

"A picture," I interrupted him. "At least she would take a picture of you with her," I offered a sad smile. My eyes were teary. "She would take a picture of her so-loved son so she could stare at it whenever she would feel lost, confused, happy, sad...There is a picture of that fucking asshole, and that one," I pointed at the photograph of my mother that he was still holding in his hand. On it, she was laughing at the camera, her teeth were yellowish due to the drugs, and her hair was a dyed mess. Next to her, her friend, the one who took care of me also smiled at the camera. My eyes went back to the woman who gave birth to me, you could only see half of her left arm. Someone had ripped the picture. "I was there," I replied. "The part of the picture that it is missing, I was there, holding her hand. I was 6 years old."

I heard him swallow. "Maybe it got ripped, and-"

"Scott," I sighed, a couple of tears wetting my face. "A mother would do anything for their child. Keeping me was harder than keeping a fucking piece of paper. She couldn't keep me, but she could have done that with a little piece of paper if she loved me."

"Come here," He neglected the pictures, kicking them with his feet, out of the bed. Open arms waiting for me to rest against his chest, offering comfort. The comfort I hadn't felt in years.

"Oh, whoa. Can't. Okay. You know you don't- Can you just grab that side, maybe?" I shifted my gaze to the door when I heard Stiles's voice. He had a gift that was bigger than him. A gift for Lydia Martin's birthday.

"There he is." Scott made a gesture, indicating me to follow him towards our goofy friend.

"Have you guys seen Jackson anywhere?" Stilisnki asked as he walked towards us, offering me a little shy smile.

"No. Seen Allison?"

"No, but we should probably tell her what we found."

"I'm still kind of not sure what we found."

"I figured out it has something to do with water. You know, the fact that all the victims were on the swim team, the way the Kanima reacted around the pool." While he explained, his gaze examined every person that was in Lydia's birthday party. "And that connects the Kanima with you," He glanced at me. True, it didn't know how to swim, but for some reason, he wanted me dead.

"My scales," I interrupted. "The first time I got my scales, it was that day at the pool." I realized the following. "The Kanima isn't a water creature, but what if I am?" They both nodded. Stiles reassuring me, determining that we would continue investigating.

"So whoever's controlling the Kanima really hates the swim team?"

"Hated the swim team. Specifically, the 2006 swim team. So it could be another teacher. Maybe like a student back then. I mean, who are we missing though? What haven't we thought of?"

Stiles stopped speaking when we saw Allison entering the party. "Uh, Jackson's not here."

"Yeah, no one's here," Scott replied, stating that maybe it was too early. "Or maybe nobody's coming because Lydia's turned into the town whackjob."

After his words, I glanced around, until I found Lydia, also looking around her, noticing that we were the only ones there. "Well, we have to do something, because we've completely ignored her for the past two weeks." I agreed with Allison, even though I was still a little mad by her lack of trust in us.

"She's completely ignored Stiles the past ten years."

"I prefer to think of it as me not having been on her radar yet." I sighed. Scott peered at me, offering me a little smile, which confused me.

"We don't owe her a party."

My eyes were still set on Lydia. She didn't deserve to be treated like that. "We do." The other McCall glanced at me. "She wouldn't be the town whackjob if it wasn't for us."

"I guess I could use my co-captain status to get the lacrosse team here."

"Yeah, I also know some people who can get this thing going. Like, REALLY going."

"Who?"

"I met them the other night. Let's just say they know how to party."

A couple of minutes after, the party was now full of people. Scott was sitting down on a couch, arms around his waist. Stiles's back was resting against a pillar, a drink on his hand. I was standing next to him, avoiding alcohol. I didn't feel like drinking, not with the situation going on.

"Are you gonna apologize to Allison or what?"

"Why should I apologize?"

"Because you're the guy. It's, like, what we do." Stiles glanced at me, looking for approval.

"To be honest," I sighed while crossing my arms under my chest. "I feel like she should be the one apologizing." Scott stared at me, smirking victoriously.

"Exactly, I didn't do anything wrong."

"Then you should definitely apologize." Stiles intervened. "See, any time a guy thinks he hasn't done anything wrong, it means he's definitely done something wrong."

"I'm not apologizing."

"Is that the full moon talking, buddy?"

"Probably. Why do you care, anyway?"

"Because, Scott, something's gotta go right here. I mean, we're getting our asses royally kicked, if you haven't noticed. People are dying. I got my dad fired. You're gonna be held back in school. I'm in love with-." His eyes examined Lydia, then his eyes stayed on me for a couple of minutes. Maybe he thought that I didn't know about his crush on Lydia? "Ugh. And if on top of all that, I gotta watch you lose Allison to a stalker like Matt, I'm gonna stab myself in the face."

I let Stiles rumble, glancing around the room. People seemed to be having lots of fun, but it could be interrupted. "Don't stab yourself in the face," Both of their attention went to me. "Jackson's here."

When I noticed Lydia coming closer to us, I decided to let her talk with Scott and Stiles. "Hey guys, I'm gonna go to the bathroom."

Before I could walk away from them, a hand grabbed my wrist. "Do you need me to go with you?" Stiles asked. "Like, wait, that sounded wrong. Not like go IN the bathroom with you, but like, so you-"

"Stiles," I laughed. "I understood what you meant. I'm okay. I just need to go to the bathroom. I will be fine." I glanced at Lydia, then back at him. "It's your opportunity to be with Lydia," I whispered, turning around.

"I don't want to be with-."

I couldn't hear what he said due to the music, but I didn't give it too much importance, going upstairs in search of a bathroom. What I found, wasn't what I wanted.

"Stalking. So I-I'm a stalker now. That's- Is that it? Y-you think my bedroom is wallpapered with your photos? You think I'm the kind of guy that's gonna say something like, 'well, if I can't have her, no one can.' Well, you know what? Get over yourself, because another pretty girl is walking through the room every five minutes." Matt. I didn't like this guy at all.

"Well, then, all you have to do is wait for another three. Good luck."

"Allison, wait. What is the matter with you?" He seized her wrist. I couldn't control myself, going inside the room, and grabbing freeing Allison from Matt's hold.

"No," I replied. "What is wrong with you? Didn't you say something about pretty girls walking through the door every five minutes?" He glared at me. "Then go find one who gives you her consent, Allison didn't."

I clutched Allison's hand, leading her out of the room. "You always are where you shouldn't be." I heard Matt. Was he talking about me? I don't give a shit.

We went downstairs, I asked Allison a couple of times if she was alright. But she just ignored me, looking forward. "No. No, not here. Scott. Scott!" She started screaming. I walked around, placing myself in front of her so I could observe her face. "No!" She pushed me with all of her strength. I fell to the ground. Allison was grabbing her stomach while laboured breathes escaped through her lips. She examined her hands, terrified.

"Allison?" I asked worriedly while getting up. "What's going on?"

"I-I just saw myself with a crossbow, and the arrow pierced my stomach. I-It felt so real."

I nodded my head, heart beating wildly. "I need to find the boys."

I found Stiles outside. He was focused on a group of people that were partying. His eyes seemed lost, like Allison's eyes were a couple of minutes ago. I fastly walked to him when I saw him cover his face with his arm. "Stiles," He examined me. His right hand touching my face to make sure that I was real. "Did you just hallucinate?" His eyes were teary while he nodded. I let my hands grab his cheeks, caressing them, and rubbing the tears off. "Allison did also hallucinate, I think something is going on." He nodded, trying to breathe. "Do you want to talk about it?" He shook his head.

His legs started shaking. I couldn't hold up his weight, so I helped him sit on the floor. In seconds, almost every person in the party was on the floor or stumbling around. A hand touched my shoulder, which makes me flinch until I saw Scott. "Scott somethin-" He nodded his head.

"Stiles, look at me. Drink the water. Stiles, drink it. Something's happening, and I need you to sober up right now. Come on, Stiles." He tried to make him drink from a water bottle.

Danielle, a black girl who I met at the party walked up to us. She smiled at me. I've talked to her during the party, and she was great. "What do you think you are doing? You want to sober him up fast, that's not the way to do it."

"You can do better?" I asked hopefully.

"I can do best, baby girl." He grabbed Stiles's head, submerging it into the water of the pool. "Whoo! How do you feel?"

"Like I might have to revisit my policy on hitting a girl," I smirked, still caressing his hands.

"He's sober." She winked at me, leaving us on our own.

"Dude, anyone who drank that crap, they're freaking out." Stiles seemed to be back to his normal self, examining the other people at the party. We couldn't find Allison, so I just hoped that she would be alright.

"I can see that."

I glanced down at the hoodie Stiles had let me wear as I was cold. There was some purple dust on it. I put it closer to my face, then the breeze stirred it, making me cough.

"What the hell do we do?" I glanced up when Stiles spoke.

A little girl. What the fuck was doing a little girl at a party?

Her eyes met mine. "Help me, please." I stared at her, bewildered, but took a step forward to help her. She was too close to the pool, and the others didn't seem to care about her.

"Where are you going?" Stiles grasped my hand.

"She needs help." I didn't look at him.

"Who?"

"Her, Stiles." I finally glanced at him. "There's a little girl there, we need to take her out of here-."

"What are you talking about?" Scott checked my eyes. "You didn't drink, right?" I shook my head, glancing back at the little girl. Then I heard this frightful sound. The little girl fell to the floor, blood covering her small body. I gasped. My eyes moved around, someone had shot her, and that's when I saw her; Alice, my mom.

"Hey!" Stiles was grabbing my face. "Snap back to reality. Whatever you saw wasn't real, okay?" It was. It was real. She did that. She really did that.

She shot her.

"I can't swim! No, no, no, no, stop, guys! I can't swim! I can't swim! I can't. I can't-” Matt?

Everything happened so fast, the cops appeared, and that's when we found out that Matt was controlling the Kanima. But this wasn't over.

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Memories - lrh (Chapter Seventeen)

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Chapter Sixteen ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ Chapter Eighteen

Marnie pov.

I don't know if it was hangover or guilt, but my head was weighing a ton the morning after the party. Unlike everyone, I didn't wake up in a good mood, in fact I was pretty quiet at breakfast. Lucky for me, no one suspected anything, as the hangover gripped everyone there.

As yesterday was still Saturday and most had to work, I didn't have to run away from anyone. Since my plan had been in action since Monday, I took the day off to start packing up some things, trying to get everything as ready as possible.

For today, I had left only the final adjustments, like packing my suitcase and getting ready for my conversation with Luke.

The pain in my throat becomes more and more unbearable every time I hold back the cry. I fold up one of the band sweatshirts I have, watching the boys' faces, wanting to reinforce why I'm doing this.

I run my finger over Luke's face, as if I'm touching him. Friday's flashes flood my mind and I scold myself for nearly screwing it up out of sheer desire. Of course I wanted it as much as he did. Feel his touch, the desire and love he manages to emanate so naturally. I don't think I've ever felt so alive and so amazing in anyone's arms as in his, but it couldn't happen.

The doorbell snaps me out of my thoughts. I hurry downstairs, thinking it's Martin with the paperwork.

“Noah?" I give my friend room to enter. "Aren't you supposed to be at that lunch?" I check my watch and check the time, 1:37 PM. “Noah?” I call him, wondering at his frown.

"I wanted to come talk to you directly so we don't have any misunderstandings and to see if that way I can understand what this should mean." he hands me a folder. I open it quickly feeling my blood pressure drop. It was the paperwork I was waiting for. "What's this about moving to New York?"

"How did this get to you?" I try to control my breathing and head into the living room, feeling the urge to sit down. I start to think of a million excuses and ways not to have this conversation since it wasn't part of my plan.

“In case you also forgot, I work at the company. I am the owner's son and above that I am your advisor, everything that happens to you must pass through me at some point. Now tell me what this story is." I don't think I've ever seen Noah this angry.

“I received a job offer and decided to accept.” I know my voice has cracked, but I pray he doesn't notice. Noah stares at me for a few seconds with a more confused and displeased expression.

“I've known you for two years. You're going to have to try harder if you want to deceive me. Marnie, you just signed a rehearsal contract here in LA. If you got a proposal, you would know from me. Does this have to do with the fact that you're weird these days? What? Did you go without saying anything to anyone? That's it?” I remain silent, feeling everything go downhill from there. Slowly, a fury starts to build inside me. “Marnie, what's going on?”

It's not just the countless times I've heard this question throughout the week. I believe it's because I'm not in control of anything right now. About me being forced to do all this, not being able to tell my friend what's going on. All of this makes the question so much bigger and deeper than it really is. And it makes the fury that's brewing inside me grow.

“My God! Nothing! It's not happening anything. What a bag!” the scream breaks my mouth, coming out louder and angrier than I expected. “I am fine! When are you going to understand this?” he doesn't seem to be frightened by my scream, just standing there with his arms crossed and expressionless.

"Maybe when you stop lying and tell me what's going on?" he makes fun of me. A cynical laugh comes out of me as I go to open the door and ask him to leave my apartment. “You weren't like that, Marnie." I get irritated again. I can't explain where so much anger comes from, let alone contain it.

“Surprise, Noah, I'm like that. This is Marnie and always has been. Now if you don't like her, I can't do anything. Your ‘Marnie’ is gone and it's just me. And I'm going to New York whether you like it or not.” along with the anger, I feel like crying, but once again, I hold back with all my strength.

Noah nodded thoughtfully. I know it's a scene, that he's going to attack me again, he's just choosing his words.

“Then that's it? You mess it up, make everyone believe that everything is fine, and leave without warning. Is that what you're going to do?” the judgmental look bothers me.

"I didn't mess anything up."

“No?” he laughs falsely. "I don't say for myself or for the girls, but haven't you been giving a certain someone hope, making him believe you could get back together? And now you're going to go away and let him suffer without caring?” he raises his eyebrows.

I suck in the air harder, making it burn. The fire burns stronger inside me. The desire at the moment is to break everything.

“Do not do it.” my voice breaks. I close my eyes, pulling myself together. “Do not do it! Don't think I'm not suffering from having to make this decision either.” I can't hold back the tears, not caring about them anymore either.

“You're? Cuz it doesn't look like.” I close my hands, squeezing them tightly. I try to control the urge to scream, scream in hate, in anger, in pain and most of all, scream that he is being unfair to me.

“Of course I'm suffering.” once again I scream. "Do you think not?! Look at me! Do you think it doesn't hurt me to have to do all this?! Leave him here like this and not be able to do anything?! Of course it hurts. Why do you think I'm doing all this?! Because I love him! I love more than one day I thought it was possible to love someone. I'm doing it for him. But there's no easy way to do this, I don't have a choice.”

“Everyone has a choice, Marnie, you're just choosing the one you find easiest.”

"Does this sound easy to you?" I interrupt him, opening my arms, showing me. I dry my tears exhausted. “I made my choice and I appreciate if you respect. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to finish packing my bags.” I open the door for him.

My friend doesn't say anything else, just heads towards the door.

“Feel free to share my plan with the others.” I say tough.

“No! I will not do that. You made your decision, you did the shit and now deal with it.” Noah doesn't even wait for the elevator, taking the stairs.

I slam the door, feeling that anger still burn inside me. I rest my eyes on the wall where my photo is. I go to it, pulling out the wallpaper, tearing off part of the image. I'm not mad at Noah, I'm mad at myself, at the way it all went and where I went.

If I weren't a model, I could be living my life without any problems. Luke would still be the guy in the band I only knew one song about. I would be happy and free from all that pressure.

Still needing to release that anger, I grabbed the flower pots near the door, throwing what was left of my image against. My throat hurts from sobs and my heart clenches when that feeling arises.

““Wait, there's an eyelash.” I say to Luke, trying to catch it. “OK! Make a wish.” I lift my little finger at him.

He was about to take the stage at the Capital Summertime Ball. Luke stares at my finger thoughtfully and smiles, apparently determined.

“Be my girlfriend?” he sounds curious. I stare at his amused face, making sure he's kidding me.

“I'm serious.” I push his shoulder with another hand. I gasp when I see Luke kneel down with the guitar.

“Me too.” he shrugs. I start to laugh nervously, covering my face but careful not to lose my eyelash. I can hear the muffled laughter of the boys beside us, just wanting to hit each one of them.

“You need to blow to see if your wish comes true.” I say, already knowing my answer and I suspect he does too. Luke stands up blowing his flying eyelash.

"Boys, it's you, come in." a production guy yells, already pushing Ashton onto the stage, who is followed by Calum.

Quickly, I grab Luke's face, like I always did before he took the stage.

“Yes!” I give him a peck, watching him smile. Luke hugs me, stealing another kiss, running up onto the stage happily.

“This was definitely the cutest, most improvised request I've ever seen.” I open an even bigger smile, hearing Ryan beside me. I lay my head on his shoulder, swallowing the happy cry I wanted to let out.””

I don't know how long I sat staring at my torn photo, with a horrible pain in my chest. I hug my knees like the coward I am, not wanting to accept that the time has come.

Luke pov.

I jot down one more note in the melody I'm creating. The idea came up in the morning and if I didn't work on it now, I would forget. I go back to playing the piano following the sequence, when the bell interrupts me.

Petunia doesn't even make an effort to get up, remaining on the couch, snoring.

I open the door feeling my heart race. Marnie was standing there with a serious expression. I conclude that she came to tell me what was going on and I am relieved that I will finally understand what is happening.

“Can we talk?" I'm surprised by the hard look.

I make room for her, who goes straight to the living room, standing in the middle. I let a weak smile emerge, remembering all the times she's done this. I stop a little away, giving space, because I know how important this is to her at these times.

"I believe you came to tell me what's going on." I keep my hands in my pants pockets. M&Ms nodded.

"I came to break whatever we have." I don't know how to react. In fact, I'm not sure I got it right. “Look I tried, I really tried, but…”

“I'm sorry, what?”

For a second, I wonder how I got back to two years ago, where we had these fights almost daily. Where we were too dumb to want to accept. If it weren't for the pink hair, I would be convinced that it would be 2018 again.

“I tried to feel something for you, but I couldn't. And there's nothing I can do.”

I stare at Marnie, confused. I replay the past few weeks in my mind, all our moments together, and I can't believe a single word she says. I know everything was real. Every smile and laugh, every flushed cheek, every look and especially every kiss. Come back to Friday. How can she say there was nothing there?

“You gotta be kidding me. After all we've been through this month, do you have the courage to try to say you didn't feel anything?” my tone rises.

It doesn't make any sense. Her speech, her request not to forget that she likes me and today this? The pieces don't come together.

“Sorry. But I can't go on with this anymore.” I can see your gaze looking around the room. She's lying, why is she lying? For me on top.

“Why are you doing this?” Marnie looks at me confused.

"Because I'm tired of carrying this…”

“No! Why are you lying to me?” her eyes roll. I get close enough to be able to hear and notice her breathing.

"I have no reason to lie to you. If you can't accept that a girl doesn't like you, that's your business.” she passes me at the mention of leaving. But I hold your arm.

"So Friday was my hallucination? The two of us in the bedroom. You on my lap. All that desire and lust, was it a dream of mine?” your pupils dilate.

I can see she's thinking right now, can feel her pulse increase. She felt something, all this time, she felt something. I don't know if it's that insecurity from the beginning, the fear of getting involved, of getting hurt that always kept her away from me. The fear that I would be like him.

“I drank a lot.” her voice breaks the silence. I let go, covering my face, laughing indignantly.

“Oh my God, Marnie, why are you doing this? It's clear you're lying to me. Tell me what's going on. Is someone blackmailing you? Threatening you? Is it Stephen? Did he mess with you again?”

“There's nothing going on, Luke. I just don't love you.” she says with her head down.

The sentence cuts through me, causing agonizing pain. I feel my body retract. Your voice comes back in my mind in different tones and shapes, telling me every time you loved me. Whispering, screaming, in normal tones, even the day she swallowed helium gas.

My eyes burn. I don't want to cry in front of her, not out of shame, because I've cried a million times, but out of pride in not accepting that I'm hurt.

“I didn't want to go that far.” her restrained voice hovers over me.

I look at Marnie, not recognizing her. This is not the girl I fell in love with. The girl I spent nights awake just imagining what it would be like to go out with her, what it would be like to hold her hand and see her smile at me. The girl I spent mornings admiring sleeping. That I wrote love letters. That several times made me forget even my name just for saying the same thing. It's not her.

But it's amazing how I still know she's in there, somehow. Maybe Marnie was right that day, she didn't want to feel like an intruder in her own life, but she was.

She herself undid everything we built. Everything we've fought so hard has fallen like a house of cards. The promises made at dawn about our future together, vanish with the wind. I know they weren't empty, but the girl who made them with me isn't here.

“I'm so sorry. I-”

“Say it looking at me.” I stare at her resolutely.

“Don't do that.” she begs in a whisper.

Her eyes flood with despair and I delude myself, even with pain. Her mouth opens several times, but her voice doesn't come out. Her eyes blink several times, trying to ward off the tears that are forming there. I watch her body hold the air.

“What? Weren't you so determined?! So convinced?! Didn't you come here for this?! So say it looking at me, not the walls, like you're doing.” her jaw locks. “Two years ago you came here to look me in the eye and say you wanted to try, you came to ask me for a chance for both of us. So now look into them and say you don't want it anymore.”

Marnie stares at me lost. I pray, I beg her not to make it, for her to give up on this stupid idea. That deep down she says she's afraid to surrender. I wouldn't mind ignoring this fight and pretending nothing happened. Then I would hold her and make her feel like I would protect her from everything, make her feel loved. But my thoughts change and I lose hope when I watch her take off the necklace I gave her.

“I'm sorry.” she puts it in my hand. Right now I don't mind letting the tears fall. I stare at my hands feeling destroyed. Her lips touch my cheek lightly and so she leaves my house and my life.

““What is this?” I open a smile watching her approach, openmouthed. “Luke, what is this all about?” her eyes run over all the details with curiosity.

For a few seconds, I don't know what to say. I lose my breath watching how stunning she looks in this flowery dress with wavy hair. Holy crap.

“Our first date.” I shrug. Marnie breaks into a beautiful smile, making her cheeks blush. The sparkle in your eyes enchants me.

“Luke, when you said a date I swore we were going to a restaurant, I didn't think…” her voice trails off, giving way to a delighted laugh.

"Have I exaggerated?" I approach her, looking at the small tree with scattered lights and the table for two with two candles. "If you say yes, I'll be upset." I make fun of her.

“No! It's perfect, is that… I didn't expect this. Not all of that.” she whispers. "Did you do all this?" she looks at me in surprise.

“Good part. Except the food, the intention is to impress you, not make you run away from me.” I look at her teary eyes and feel amazing for getting it right. She liked.

I take a deep breath, trying to control my breathing and my nervousness. I wanted to leave Marnie speechless, wanted her to make sure I was worth it. And even with all the effort, she managed to leave me speechless yet. My God, how could someone be so beautiful like that? Am I really that lucky to have gotten her attention? I mean, do I deserve her?

“I do not know what to say. Thank you.” I get lost in her eyes, feeling the butterflies in my stomach grow. It couldn't be possible for me to be in love with her that fast already, could it?””

Marnie pov.

Air doesn't reach my lungs, no matter how windy it is. My chest and throat hurt so much my body recoils with every sob. It was like sand in my hand, running through my fingers, I couldn't hold it back.

As torture, I replay the scene in my head again, watching his blue eyes lose their luster and let those tears fall. I wanted to hug him and tell him I was crazy, drunk. That deep down I was completely in love with him, and I didn't even need my memories for that. Luke is so amazing that he managed to win me over again and I believe he could a million times over. I wanted to say that I want him, I want him more than anything, but I can't.

The doorbell pulls me out of my private cell, my mind, prompting me to question whether the bomb had ever gone off. It would probably be Leah or even Ashton, but I don't want to deal with anyone right now. I don't want lectures, I don't want judgments, I just want to stay on the couch until tomorrow when it's my time to go to New York.

I crawl to the door finding the last person I want to see right now. John Letterman has a huge, excited smile, in contrast, my face is red and swollen from crying for the past few hours.

“Hi, Marnie, how are you?” Cursed the day I ran into him at the studio.

“What are you doing here?” John plays offended.

“I just came to ensure that everything is going with our agreement.”

"What does it look like?" I point to my face. “It's all just the way you made me do it.” I turn around, entering the still-destroyed apartment.

"But what happened here?" he looks at the destroyed hall in disgust.

“You, John. Just you and your disgusting manipulation.” John shakes his head laughing.

"I didn't put any gun to your head to accept this. I just showed you the truth, you are destroying the career of 5 seconds of summer. Your person's association is putting their contract and their tour at risk. You're the one who decided to walk away.” he smiles satisfied.

I break eye contact, too exhausted to debate.

“I'm glad you lived up to your part of the deal and I hope this is the last time we've crossed paths.”

"Then we are two."

“But if I hear you're trying to get close to Luke again…” the tone of voice pisses me off.

“I've already done my part, but if you keep pissing me off, I'll go to Luke right now and tell him the whole truth.” I threat, nervous. I try not to show that his laugh makes me confused.

“You know, I missed you, Marnie. That innocence is really funny.” John stops laughing and approaches. "Do you think Luke wants to see you now?! Why do you think I'm here knowing everything?! He already called me, asking me to schedule the trip. He hates you now, Marnie. You broke his heart. I don't care what useless word you say to him, because he won't believe it. Here.” he takes his cell phone out of his jacket. "Want to call him and tell him?! I will help you.” he returns a venomous smile.

“Get out of my house.” I say through teeth.

"What's up, Marnie? Don't be so passionate. After all we are friends.” he makes fun of me.

"I said 'get out of my house.'” I scream, picking up a decorative vase beside me and threatening to throw it at it.

John doesn't look scared, but heads for the door.

“One day you'll thank me, Marnie.” he says before closing the door. I throw the vase, screaming, seeing it crash against the door.

The urge to go to Luke and tell the whole truth becomes much stronger, however, even if I don't want to admit it, John was right, Luke must hate me by now, making everything I say empty. On the other hand, I remember that I'm doing this for him.

I know at any other time, if I knew the band was going through something like that, I would do anything to help. Now, making sure I'm the problem, I want to become the solution and if that meant having to walk away from it then I would, after all their success and happiness could be mine.

I want to have faith that a few years from now, when everything is better, maybe I can get Luke and the others to understand why I'm doing this. Maybe we can even be friends if he doesn't hate me.

I give up, going up to my room for a shower and straight to bed. It's horrible knowing I need sleep to be acceptable for tomorrow, but I can't turn my head off. Even exhausted, I go over every fight I had today. Noah, Luke, and John's voices mingled in my mind, draining me more and more of my energy, but not to the point of putting me to sleep.

The night slowly drags on and the approach of dawn makes an anxiety rise within me. Yesterday they could have held back so they wouldn't come to debate anything, but I doubt that someone won't show up today and, given my state and mood, I'm sure I won't have the strength to fight.

For the few seconds and times I dozed off, I dreamed of the doorbell ringing, of Leah screaming for me to open the door. Finally, when the clock struck a little after five, I decided to get out of bed. Wrapped in the duvet, I walk to the kitchen, making tea. With my drink ready, I walk over to the couch on the balcony, watching the sky clear up for my last day in LA.

Passed morning, I go for a shower with the intention of getting rid of this weight. I lock everything in my room, not knowing when I'll be back. In the closet, I grab Luke's box and pull out my diary and some of our Polaroids. I also take the little white box, carefully storing it in my suitcase.

I walk around the house, closing windows, turning off power and stuff. I don't worry and much less care about the mess I made yesterday, if I ever come back to this apartment, I'll ask for a huge renovation, not wanting to remember anything from that time.

Around 8:00 am, I tell Martin that I want to go to the airport early, wanting to avoid any of my friends or family. I had already talked and said goodbye to my parents before the party. I'm relieved when he says he's on his way.

I take one last look at my apartment, accepting my defeat. I pick up my bags, already going downstairs and moving forward as much as possible to just leave, I just didn't count on Ashton at the front desk of the building

"Ash?" I call him on impulse. My friend turns to me, apparently not at all surprised to see me with my bags.

“Can we talk?” he questions calmly.

“I need to go to the air-” I try to dodge him, but Ash steps in front of me.

“Five minutes. I do not want to fight. I just want to understand you.” he interrupts me.

“You don't understand, Ash.” whisper. “I need to go.”

There's one thing I've always admired about Ashton, that peace he has and emanates. He in no second judges me with his gaze, in fact, this calm almost makes me tell everything, trusting that he would listen to me and believe me. But in seconds this idea loses strength, after all, Luke would not believe me and John could still harm the band.

“You know, I remember the day we met very well. You were the new student in yoga class and I was happy to have someone my age there. We weren't the best students and we talked too much, which caused us to be thrown out of class.” he laughs a little. “But even without that, we became good friends. It is not?”

“Yes,” I whisper, trying to understand where he is going.

“Marnie, I can't explain what was different with you, but I really didn't want to lose touch. I wanted you to be my friend. The problem is, in the end, I took care of you like my little sister. I think I projected that onto you. I've always taken care of Lauren and Harry a lot and I miss them sometimes. I always wanted to and will always protect you, but I need to know exactly what.”

“Ash…” I try to interrupt him but can't.

“I lost you once, in that fucking accident. I lost you to amnesia. I don't want to lose you for a silly thing. Marnie, please just tell me.” he pleads, holding my hands.

It pains me to see him like this. I can see the desperation in his eyes, just as I saw it in Luke's eyes. I know it hurts, but it has to. Ashton was definitely the best friend I've ever had in all my 23 years, I don't need my memory to prove it. Just a conversation with him and I realized our connection. Really, Ashton is the big brother I never had and I'm grateful for that.

Without the strength to want to convince him of the story I had already created, I pull his body to me, hugging my best friend for the last time. He doesn't deny the hug, squeezing me tightly, as if to stop me from going.

“Thanks for everything, Ash. Please don't forget my speech.” I give him a kiss on the cheek, ready to get into the car that has just arrived.

'It wasn't by chance that you and Luke met.” I stop at the door, turning confusing to him. “Ever since I've known you, I've known you'd be perfect for Luke, you're almost the female version of him. I just gave you guys a little push to see each other, because I knew the moment he saw you, he was going to fall in love with you.”

I stare at Ashton for a few more seconds before turning towards the car, feeling the tears wet my cheek once more. I didn't need to be an expert to know that yes, Luke and I were made for each other, but unfortunately, not all soulmates end up together.

I'm so sorry, I know I'm late. I have a undergraduate thesis at the end of the year and I am too busy with it. But I promise not to delay this amazing fic for you anymore. Thank you so much for all the support and affection, you're amazing. Until the next chapter!

P.s. which I will post in a few hours, after all, it's the least I can do after a month of delays. See ya! xoxo

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Joshua Jackson interview with “Irish Independent”

It was during a childhood visit to his granny’s house in Dublin’s Ballyfermot that Joshua Jackson smoked his first cigarette.

“My memories of those visits to Ballyfermot are quite sweet really,” the Dawson’s Creek actor recalls. “I was always running around with the neighbourhood kids, getting into trouble. Not bad trouble, just little-kid trouble. Although, technically it’s where I smoked my first cigarette, so that in itself isn’t the sweetest memory.”

Jackson’s handsome face surges with deep laughter lines and quiet dimples at the mention of mum Fiona’s home turf. “She might prefer I’d say she was from Chapelizod”, he jokes, before proudly pinning his mum’s allegiance to “Ballyer”.

Was the young Canadian treated like a shiny, exotic object by the local kids? “I was a bit, but I became less exotic the older I got. Culturally, I was so far away from an Irish kid but in a little pack of children, everyone finds their level. It also helped that I had my own cousins, my own blood, around with us. I had that family connection so I never felt too exoticised.”

An entry on his IMDb profile suggests his late grandparents Rosemary and Patrick were opera singers in Dublin, indicating that performance runs in the genes. The actor seems unaware. “Mum tells me they used to sing to each other a lot. My grandparents lived in council housing with a little kitchen out the back, garden right outside, and they would sing to each other through the window as he was out pottering about while she was cooking.

“But he was known more as a snooker shark around Ballyfermot. And my grandmother, she was known as a sainted mother of seven.”

Having welcomed his first child, Janie, with his wife, the actor Jodie Turner-Smith, last year, it’s obvious family is paramount for 43-year-old Jackson, as he Zoom-calls from a rich hotel suite with dark wallpaper and plump cushions in the background. It stems from an evident bond with his mum, whose presence lovingly peppers our conversation. Just 16 when she left Dublin, Fiona Jackson travelled through Paris, Amsterdam and Geneva before embracing the vibrancy of London’s Swinging Sixties and ultimately making for Vancouver in her early twenties.

In an entry on her blog, she speaks of falling for “the spectacular beauty of snow-capped mountains and the Pacific Ocean” and ultimately scoring an entry-level position at a Canadian talent agency. It led to a career as a successful casting agent, working on film classics including Carnal Knowledge with Jack Nicholson and McCabe & Mrs Miller with Warren Beatty and Julie Christie.

She met and married Joshua’s father, John Carter, and the young family moved to Los Angeles. Sister Aisleagh was born shortly before John walked out on the family, leaving a profound effect.

“My father, unfortunately, was not a good father or husband and exited the scene,” the actor disclosed last year, before adding it’s something he “will never get over”.

Young infants in tow, Fiona returned to Vancouver and, having found early success in casting, helped contribute to the foundation of the burgeoning “Hollywood North” industry on the Canadian west coast.

Accompanying his mum on set, young Joshua’s interests were piqued. “She introduced me to this world and saw from a young age that I enjoyed performing in a way that kids do. She allowed me the opportunity to step into her work world, but it was also very clear that it was work.”

He appeared as an extra on MacGyver and as a child actor’s double in The Fly II, and Fiona could see her son’s talent and genuine desire to impress. So she allowed him to audition. However, permission came with strict caveats.

“I don’t think my mum would have ever put me anywhere near the entertainment industry if I didn’t have something to offer to it. And not just for myself; she’s a prideful woman and didn’t want to be embarrassed by her kid.”

Casting 1991 melodrama Crooked Hearts with ER’s Noah Wyle, Fiona gave Joshua a chance to shine. Impressing the filmmakers, the then-12-year-old secured the part, setting him not only on a path to stardom but away from the troubles of his teen years.

“My mother gave me the guard rails I needed at that time and also recognised, being a working single mum and with me a young boy, transitioning into a teenager, I needed structure in my life. I needed something that I was passionate about and had a respect for, because I was kind of a typical teenage disaster.

“I look back on those times in my life and the two parallel tracks I was running on. On the one hand, getting into all sorts of trouble and, on the other hand, my professional life, where I showed up and learned my lines and did my job in order to be respected by the adults I was around. If I hadn’t had that professional side of my life, the other side would have taken over, and Mum saw that. Who knows where I would have ended up?”

So Jackson was a full-on teen delinquent? “Yeah, I was, to a certain extent. It was relatively innocent — nobody died — but I was a teenage boy who didn’t have a father in the home, didn’t have a man to be scared of, frankly, and as a teenage boy, I think that helps. My mum had to work and she wasn’t always in the house so I learned to get into more and more trouble. I got into just enough trouble to have a good time and learn some lessons but if I hadn’t had my work life, I might have tipped over into the kind of trouble that you don’t come back from.”

Three decades in and Jackson remains one of the hardest-working, most recognisable actors in the game. Hitting pay dirt at 18 as Dawson’s Creek’s Pacey Witter — the wisecracking, teacher-bedding antithesis to James Van Der Beek’s beleaguered titular drip — the actor was a revelation: the soul and bite of a seasoned character performer in the guise of relatable poster-boy idol.

Teens swooned, so did the industry, and alongside Van Der Beek, Michelle Williams and Katie Holmes, Jackson had Hollywood at his feet.

A string of popcorn offerings followed — Cruel Intentions, Gossip, Shutter, Cursed — some quality, others derivative, with the small screen ultimately best utilising his skills. A five-season run on sci-fi series Fringe was followed by an outstanding turn on Showtime’s The Affair. Last year, he maintained a brooding presence opposite Reese Witherspoon and Kerry Washington in Little Fires Everywhere. And this year, he takes on arguably his darkest work yet in Dr Death.

The new miniseries is based on the non-fiction podcast of the same name, and Jackson portrays Christopher Duntsch, a former spinal surgeon who maimed 33 patients owing to gross malpractice while operating in hospitals in Dallas and Fort Worth, Texas. Two of these patients lost their lives. Convicted in 2017, Duntsch is currently in prison and serving life imprisonment. He still maintains his innocence, with his defence arguing that he was merely a bad surgeon, not a criminal.

Exuding a simmering malevolence, the actor showcases Duntsch’s disturbing complexities and terrifying behaviour as a narcissist and sociopath with a keen insight. Did Jackson meet with Duntsch? “I wanted to, but that was going to be really difficult because he’s appealing his case and his lawyers would’ve advised against it. And as I got deeper into the materials and podcast, and got a better understanding of the man, I don’t think it would’ve helped because he still really believes he’s the victim of his own patients, and the lawyers and the legal system. I’m not sure asking a liar for the truth gets you any closer to the truth.”

When it came to the victims, Jackson wanted to maintain a respectful distance. “I didn’t need to drag them through those awful memories again and I’m always a little dubious about asking people to delve into the worst moments of their life just to satisfy my curiosity. The questions had already been asked thanks to the podcast.”

Dr Death came at the right time in the actor’s life. New baby daughter Janie offered a crucial respite from the intense, and often dark, six-month foray into Duntsch’s malignant psyche.

“Inhabiting Mr Duntsch was an ugly space to live in for six months. If I’d been coming home to an empty house every night, it would have been a pretty bleak existence. It was so much better to come back to a loving home. My one-year-old doesn’t give a damn what I was doing that day. She just wants to be loved and hugged and cuddled, and it was the perfect antidote when some days were particularly heavy.”

Recently Jackson confessed that the Dawson’s Creek cast won’t be returning for a retrospective reunion like the Friends stars did earlier this year. “If you put our mid-forties selves together on a couch now, with our creaking backs, it might shock people.”

Quizzed on an actual reboot of the drama, Joshua reckons he’s simply too old to replicate the iconic rapid exchanges of dialogue between the garrulous young characters. “We were like The West Wing for teenagers,” he laughs, referencing Aaron Sorkin’s hit political TV series, also infamous for speedy script delivery. “My 43-year-old brain couldn’t do a show at that pace. Back then, we were doing seven, 10 pages a day and, to deliver dialogue at that speed, you have to have a certain mental capacity for that, and I don’t have it anymore. That’s the real reason why we’re not doing a reunion — I’ve become too dumb to keep up with that script.”

He remains in touch with his DC co-stars, including Holmes, his one-time girlfriend of two years. There’s even a text chain. “It goes through spurts every once in a while. I’ll have a bunch of messages on it and then it’ll go dormant. We’re like college friends — there are moments we’re all in contact and then long, fallow periods as we get on with our lives.”

While maintaining a busy slate, Jackson’s overwhelming purpose continues to circle the women in his life. Turner-Smith is currently shooting a new movie with Adam Driver and Greta Gerwig, so he’s assuming full-time dad duties. It’s an equitable arrangement given the flexible needs of their individual commitments, and one he appears content with.

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🤍 BENSLER

Who cooks meals for the other?

Elliot is the bigger cook out of the two of them so I'd say he cooks more than Liv does, especially at the start of their relationship. Heck, even before they got together, he cooked when able to at home and would even bring some for Liv the next day - bringing her lunch or even dinner to take home. She wasn't always the greatest at remember to eat during the day, what with being so focused on her work. But once actually do get together, he does a lot of cooking for her. Sometimes as a surprise and Olivia learns quite a bit from him. She knows some simple meals, but Elliot helps teach her a lot more and they love to cook together.

They have so much fun in the kitchen and Olivia loves to see Elliot so happy. How much he smiles when he's working the stove, cutting up vegetables, meat, etc - how much he's enjoying himself. And she loves to watch him do so.

As for Liv, she's great at cooking breakfast! It's actually one of her favorite things to make. Eggs, bacon, grits, pancakes, etc. It's even good for dinner at times, but overall, Elliot is the much bigger and much better cook.

Who spams the other with memes?

I don't really think they know too much about memes, but I definitely have Olivia telling Elliot really silly jokes and pick up lines if that counts! She's so playful with him - something we don't get to see of her in the show, really - so I LOVE writing it. I love getting to write this playful, silly, carefree side of Olivia that Elliot brings out of her. It's so sweet, fun and hilarious, and though he rolls his eyes at a lot of it, he loves it. Loves seeing this side of her.

Now, I can see as time goes on, Olivia discovers memes? I mean, I do have her making social media posts and using silly hashtags similar to that of Mariska's so I can see her finding cute and hilarious pictures and showing them to Elliot or something. I love having my Olivia similar to Mariska in that aspect.

Who likes to tidy around the house?

They both keep the house cleaned! Though, with the hours they work, the dishes or laundry can pile up due to being so busy with work and so tired afterwards, but for the most part, they keep their house very cleaned and organized! And Elliot is especially used to it what with raising four children and now two with Olivia.

Who likes to play pranks on the other?

I don't think they play too big of pranks on one another? Again, this can go with Olivia's silly jokes, but I can definitely see Elliot sneaking up on Olivia at times. Coming up behind her without a sound, arms sliding around her waist, making her jump and him grin. Sometimes he'll intentionally startle her, though she doesn't always startle easily, but he finds her little jumps cute. But as for pranks, I can see Fin and John planning some hilarious stuff for Elliot and trying to drag Olivia into it, but nothing too crazy or huge.

Who asked the other to move in with them?

Elliot asked Olivia to move in with him! He made her dinner one night and when they sat down to eat, he asked her to move in with her and it was incredibly sweet and so cute. They had practically already been living together, really, because not a night went by where they didn’t spend it together. Either they were at Olivia’s apartment or Elliot’s house and it was like that since the night they got together. They had years of built up of romantic feelings and sexual tension - having waited so long to be together - so they spent every night together after that. Not wanting to be away from one another - especially now that they didn’t have to be - and taking advantage of this new, life-altering change.

So it was like they were already living together, but it was never talked about, until that night Elliot asked her to move in with him, in his house. So it became official then. No going back and forth between two places, no bringing an extra change of clothes for the nights she spent at his place. No, it was permanent. And he was even a little nervous asking despite them pretty much living together already. 

Who is in charge of the music during a car ride?

There’s never really a person in charge! Elliot is usually the one that drives but they share control of the radio,m. Though, they probably like the same music so they’re happy listening to whatever! Also I do think it isn’t uncommon for there too be no music? Not sure why, but I can see them driving in silence, but like still talking? Talking about anything and everything. Either with silence or the music down low but sometimes they will have music going for sure.

I think it’s because in the show we never hear any music in their cars but that’s also probably because they’re working xD

Who is more likely to tickle the other mercilessly?

I never really thought about them tickling one another fjdhshs. Not sure it’s something they do, really. If anything, it would be Elliot tickling Liv? But like — lightly? I’m not sure really haha. But with Noah? Oh, yes. They definitely tickle him! Sometimes they’ll team up on him! and with Noah, I can actually see him and Elliot teaming up on Olivia to tickle her, too. That I can see!

Who needs to hold the other during scary movies?

Neither need to be held because neither get scared during scary moves, but they’re already holding one another anyway. If they’re on the couch, they’re cuddling, if they’re in bed, they’re cuddling. Scary moves, rom coms, comedies, etc, they’re always holding each other while relaxing.

Who has to help the other when it comes to technology?

Hmm, I feel like Olivia has to help Elliot more when it comes to this lmao. Now, she’s no expert by any means, but she knows a little more about technology than Elliot. Mostly the basic stuff, though. Computers, phones, etc, and her time in computer crimes definitely helped with that. It helped her learn more and do more and since she’s on social media with those photo posts, I definitely think she’s more tech savvy, but Elliot definitely gets better as time goes on! Even if he was adorably confused in OC when Jet was showing him how to work the tablet lmao. 

Who likes to get a bit frisky in public / an inappropriate setting?

Hmm, I’d say Olivia has been the one to initiate things like that. Though, that doesn’t happen often, because most of their intimate moments are spent at home. But they’ve had their times where they want to feel risky and daring. Like - ahem - in Olivia’s office when she texts Elliot (or perhaps in his), or the thread where they were at that club in the private room, or the thread where they’re in the car, in the parking lot at night fjdhshd and Olivia reaches over to touch him. But to be fair, he teased her earlier that day so it was payback and I can’t wait to write the rest of that out lmfao.

But they do tease each other in public. Sometimes with their words (talking about what they can’t wait to do to the other when they’re home) or touching underneath the table. Elliot’s hand on her knee or thigh, slowly gliding up, teasing her. Tempting her. Or Olivia’s foot doing the same with Elliot when they’re sitting across from one another. Or she uses her hand too if they’re sitting next to each other. It’s one of their many games to tempt and tease the other and I really love that about them and how we write it.

Who wakes up first, and do they wake up the other or let them rest?

It varies. Sometimes Elliot wakes up first and sometimes Olivia does. They’ll only wake the other if they have to be somewhere but otherwise, they let them rest cause God knows they need it and sleep doesn’t always come easily for them. What with the job they work and the things they have been through… so when they are able to get rest, they take advantage of it. Though, whoever wakes up first, most of the time they’ll still lay in bed with them and watch the other sleep - stroking their hair or face, etc - or they’ll start on some breakfast or something. Sometimes Elliot will get his morning workout going while Liv sleeps in because I can definitely see Elliot waking up first more then Liv does?

Who is always taking pictures of the other when they aren’t looking?

We all know who takes the MOST pictures. Olivia. Selfies, photos of Elliot, of the things around them, etc and yes, that includes photos of Elliot when he’s doing things/isn’t looking because she loves capturing him in the moment. Getting his side profile, capturing his smile, the focused look on his face - she’s probably done it all.

BUT Elliot has done this with Olivia as well. He doesn’t take photos as often as she does, but he has his moments where he’ll take a picture with Olivia here and there. And then there are moments where she will be doing it looking at something he’ll think how… beautiful she looks and so he’ll pull out his phone and take a picture of her. And I feel like that might be his phone wallpaper? A picture of Olivia looking at something else and smiling, enjoying something and just looking happy. And those are his favorite photos. Of his Olivia smiling. Be it at him or something else.

It’s just something they do - taking photos and cherishing them. Making every moment together count.

Who always forgets their wallet and never ends up paying for anything?

Neither, I’d say. They’re pretty good about remembering the necessities to take with them. Keys, wallets, etc, and they tend to take turns paying for things!

Who can’t sleep because the other snores or moves too much at night?

Neither of them snore, really. If anything, I can see Olivia snoring a bit more than Elliot does, but it isn’t loud or much. And when she does do her light snoring, he finds it pretty adorable.

Who is better at video games, and do they let the other win or show no mercy?

I don’t really think either play video games but Elliot knows more of them than Olivia because of his kids, but we doesn’t play them much either, I don’t think? If at all. Maybe eventually if/when Noah gets into video he might, who knows xD

But they DO play board games. And man, do they have FUN with it. Whether they’re playing on their own - just the two of them -, with Fin and Munch or with Noah. They get competitive when it’s just the two of them and they’re playing against one another and it’s hilarious. Both of them trying to one up the other, coming up with bets and rewards for the winner (sometimes innocent things like who makes dinner, who does the dishes, who gets a foot rub etc and then sometimes they’re more… sexual, and you bet they play strip poker! And strip… whatever haha. Strip scrabble! They make their own little rules for it.) but they have a lot of fun playing together.

Now with other people? They’re ALWAYS on a team. Because they’re always THE team. Olivia and Elliot - partners of however many years (timeline based) so of course they’re going to be partnered during games, too, and they’re hard to beat. What with how in sync they are, how they can anticipate what the other is thinking, how well they can read people and can communicate without words. Their amazing partnership goes way beyond just work and it shows in so many ways.

And with Noah? Of course they let him win a lot of the games and he gets so excited when he wins, it’s adorable.

Who always gets up in the middle of the night to use the restroom and accidentally wakes up the other?

Strange question lmao. I’m sure both have done this on accident!