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sorryyyyyyyy im watching a playthrough of dr ultra despair girls. do you guys think makoto gave byakuya shit for Almost Shooting His Sister after the whole towa city kidnapping thing.
#.din#.txt#danganronpa#komaru voice so everything started when mr byakuya pointed a gun at me but he was actually--#makoto voice when mr byakuya what. *turns to face byakuya* WHEN MR BYAKUYA WHAT?#gd byakuya is such a bitch i lovehim. have you considered being a shsl not a shithead
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Road Trip Ready (Ethan x MC)
Road Trip Ready (Ethan x Allie – Open Heart MC)
Word Count: 1638
Summary: Another regular day in the life of Ethan & Allie – Allie begging Ethan for something he doesn’t want to give in to…will she get her way in the end? Read on to find out.
Author’s Note: I did another one of these a while ago just for fun and was so pleasantly surprised by the response I received. This is in response to a prompt request from @mrswalkerwritesagain about Ethan & Allie going on a road trip but I spiced it up a little bit. Hope you enjoy! I love these two. xoxo Also tagging @parkerattano because I know she’d want to see this and she’s my biggest supporter - love you girl!
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Allie glanced at her watch and sighed as she looked out the window of the moving train. She yawned and closed her eyes for a few minutes, leaning forward and resting her head on the back of the seat in front of her. Her last shift had turned into a very late night and she had contemplated sleeping at Edenbrook. But instead, she tried to get home to see maybe she’d be able to catch Ethan for a few minutes. She was unsuccessful in her attempt to spend a few moments alone in person with him.
Suddenly, she felt her phone vibrate in the cross-body bag she wore. Through heavy eyelids, she glanced at the text. It was from Ethan:
Allie smiled and placed her phone back in her bag when she realized this was her stop. Another day was starting. Another day full of people to heal, co-workers to encourage, and another day NOT see her boyfriend. It felt weird calling him that. He had first been her mentor, then her teacher, also her boss and then…it just happened. He seemed too dignified and too mature to be considered her boyfriend - but that’s what he was.
She missed him. Being a doctor herself, she knew all too well the realities of their hectic schedules and the very real issues that kept them both apart. After all they had been through and overcome together as a couple, there was no way they would let a little lack of quality time, drive them apart. They’d been there, done that.
However, she knew that both of them were in desperate need of time away. They needed a vacation. Together. And a few moments to relax and unwind from the stress they were each under every single day. She asked him earlier if they could have a little getaway and that text on the train was Ethan’s reply.
She picked up the pace as she entered the hospital, realizing she was a little later than she thought. Since their only way of really communicating throughout the day was text, she tried her best to keep him up to date on her day and he did the same with her. She always sent long and elaborate messages, his were short and sweet, but he had made comments on more than one occasion about how much he appreciated them, so she knew they made a difference. Allie stopped at the entrance of the locker room and snapped a pic – immediately sending it on to Ethan:
He was always incredibly slow to respond but Allie was especially proud of herself for being so darn punny this early in the morning.
She almost forgot the most important news from her morning and quickly typed out another update for him, this time getting a reply pretty quick:
Allie laughed out loud and said hello to a few fellow doctors changing clothes, while she made her way out of the locker room in search for her first patient of the day. She checked in at the nurses’ station and was making her way to room 604 when another text came through for her.
Finding a supply closet to suffice for a brief photo session, Allie replied by sending Ethan this picture:
Update – decision made. This is what I went with…photo creds - Belinda in pediatric oncology. She says hello.
Still pleased with herself, Allie walked quickly toward her patient’s room as the ache for her partner grew more and more heavy within her.
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A few hours had passed since Ethan heard from Allie. The past few days he was living more and more for these texts from her. It felt as though they were in a long distance relationship as of late with both of their commitments at the hospital piling up more and more, keeping them apart longer than either one of them wanted.
“Damn.” He thought to himself as he realized it was his turn to respond to Allie. He had forgotten.
Seeing her dressed in scrubs would forever be his weakness. He had decided that long ago. Smiling as he frantically typed, he loved teasing her and realized with every message, just how far he had fallen for her.
“Saw you for 5 secs in the cafeteria but got called away…filling up the big one again?” He asked, and then followed up with:
Ethan sighed as he remembered he had a few dozen case files to review in his office. He had about an hour between appointments and meetings so he rushed to his desk to see how much he could get done. His eyes were burning from the sting of the screen when the familiar hum of his cell phone shifted his focus from one electronic to another.
“hi.” The text from Allie read.
“this is what I look like…in case you forgot…😊”
“Took this the other day before going out with the girls. Miss you.”
Ethan felt his heart leap within his chest upon the sight of her and he quickly replied once again:
Shaking his head but not at all surprised by her response, he continued to focus on his work for a few more minutes before being distracted by an idea; a way to surprise her, that she would never see coming.
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“Jeanine – could I have a post it note please?” Allie asked, hanging half her body over the front of the nurses station on floor 5.
Allie wrote on the note for a few seconds before placing it inside the folder that held all the charts on Mr. Flores in 543, one of Ethan’s most difficult patients – one she knew he had been struggling with for a while.
She caught a glimpse of Dr. Ramsey chatting with another doctor a few moments earlier. Her heart stopped seeing him right in front of her, but she could quickly see just how tired he was and could tell by his posture alone, that he was exhausted.
Being nosy, Jeanine opened the file and read the note:
“Honey, you two are so sweet. What is it the kids say these days? Couple goals? You’re it.” She patted Allie’s hand and winked at her before Allie said thank you and went about her business.
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Later in the day, it was getting close to the end of Ethan’s shift and surprisingly enough, Bryce (who never texted let along communicated at all) sent Allie a message:
“U on floor 4? Get here now its going dwn”
Curious, Allie raced to the 4th floor just in time to see and hear Ethan chewing out a new intern. Even though Allie had experienced it for herself and knew it was for the betterment of the student, his patient and the overall experience for all involved, it was still hard to see Ethan act this way.
She bit her lip and winced a few times when Ethan made point after point about using your head and thinking through the details, railing the intern about how people’s lives were at stake. When the worst was over, Allie text Ethan again:
Stealing away in the same supply closet where Belinda took Allie’s scrub picture earlier that morning, Ethan sighed and decided to give in to Allie’s wishes. But today had been longer than he anticipated and he still had so much work to do. He was grateful for her and the ways she helped him focus on what really mattered in his life. He adored Allie’s sense of humor and tried to match her in his response:
“You’re so full of it.” Allie responded with the eye roll emoji.
Ethan snickered as he sauntered back to his office, praying he could have some peace and quiet in order to get his work done.
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Not even a few minutes into more work on case files, Ethan’s phone was blowing up – message after message pinged, driving him crazy. He suspected a group message but was wrong.
Girl. Everyone knows my man Ethan is (fire emoji) but check this guy out. Yum. (eyes emoji) (drool emoji) He can train me anytime…know what I mean?! (heart eyes emoji)
Another message:
Shit. Ethan!! That was for Jackie. And Sienna. Oh God. I AM SO SORRY. Love you?
Another message:
OMG NO QUESTION> FORGET THE MARK. I meant: LOVE YOU. Mean it!!!!!
Ethan replied.
Pausing to think just a few more minutes, he then typed out his plan and sent it, knowing Allie would be stunned but also happy.
Also, we are going on vacation. Just you and me. Not sure where, but after your shift, come back to pick me up. We’ll swing by the apartment to pack and then we’ll hit the road.
Allie sent back a “happy dance” gif and Ethan knew he had made the right decision. He needed time with her. She needed time with him. They needed time together and far, far away from the hospital.
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A few hours later, Allie was in the parking lot of Edenbrook, waiting on Ethan.
She was beyond excited about spending some time with him. She didn’t know how long they’d have but even just a few hours would feel like an eternity compared to what they’d been given the last month.
She snapped a selfie in car and captioned it Road Trip Ready!! Jenner’s here too.
Ethan practically ran out of his office, down the stairs and out to her car, smiling more than Allie had seen in quite some time.
He threw open the passenger side door, slammed his body into the seat and quickly kissed her, tenderly at first with the kiss turning into one of longing and desire.
“Hey.” Allie whispered, breathless at the sight of him.
“Let’s go.” Ethan responded, holding her hand and kissing the back of it as his fingers laced with hers.
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Later that evening, Allie posted this on social media for all the world to see:
Trapped alone in a car for hours on end with Dr. Ethan Ramsey. Some may say it’s torture but for me -- this is my happy place. Don’t be jealous. #bouttime #roadtrippin #lovehim
THE END.
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TAFSIR: Risale-i Nur: The Words Collection:The Eleventh Word.Part 1
The Divine purposes for creating humanity and the world and the truth of the Prescribed Prayers
In the Name of God, the All-Merciful, the All-Compassionate.
By the sun and its brightness, and the moon as it follows it, and the day as it reveals it, and the night as it enshrouds it, and the heaven and Him Who built it, and the earth and Him Who spread it, and the soul and Him Who has formed it to perfection. (91:1-7)
IF, O BROTHER (SISTER), YOU WANT TO UNDERSTAND SOMETHING OF the Divine purposes for creating humanity and the universe, and why the five daily Prayers are obligatory, consider this parable together with my own soul: A king had a vast treasury of precious stones and buried treasuries known only to him. He was well-versed in all industries, and had a vast knowledge of all artistic and scientific disciplines and countless fine arts. As anyone with perfect beauty and perfection tend to see and show themselves, that glorious king wanted to open up an exhibition and display his kingdom’s magnificence, his wealth’s splendorand extent, and the wonderful products of his artistryand skill. He so desiredin order to behold his beautyand perfectionwith his own discerning eye and through the eyes of others.
And so he began to build a very large, magnificent palace. Dividing it into many apartments and rooms, he decorated it with his finest and most beautiful works of art, and embellished it with his precious stones. Designing it according to his artistic and scientific principles and disciplines, he furnished it with the miraculous products of his knowledge. Finally, he set up therein tables containing most delicious specific foods and drinks, and specified an appropriate table for each tribe of his subjects. He provided them so elaborately, generously, and artistically that it was as though each table had come into existence through the works of at least a hundred separate skills.
Then, the king invited all his subjects in his dominion to feast and behold the spectacle. Having taught a supreme commander he had appointed why he had built such a palace and the uses and meanings of its contents, he sent him to inform the guests about the maker of the palace—the king— and explain why he had built it, the rules they had to obey, and about the palace’s architecture, decorations, furniture, and ornaments. The supreme commander also had the duty of describing in what ways those contents of the palace demonstrate the king’s skills and perfections, and how the guests could please him.
This supreme teacher had many assistants, each of which was deputed for a certain department, while he himself stood among his students in the largest department, addressing all guests or spectators as follows:
O people! Our lord, who owns this palace, wants to make himself known to you by building it. In return, know and recognize him properly. He also wants to make himself lovable to you through these ornaments. In return, appreciate his artistry and works, thereby making yourselves loved by him. He demonstrates his lovefor you through these favorings of his, so lovehim by obeying him. His offerings display his care and compassion for you, so thank him by showing your respect for him. Through these works of his perfection, he wants to show his beauty and grace. In return, exhibit a great desire to see him and secure his attention. By setting his special, inimitable stamp on everything you see, he demonstrates that he is unique, absolutely independent and without partner, that this palace and its contents are his work and belong to him exclusively. So, acknowledge his uniqueness, absolute independence, and lack of partner.
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To start sharing this post is enough to help right now. https://gofund.me/695f0d78 Our beloved Angelica Lopez recently passed on September 18, 2021. Angie was a wonderful sister, daughter, and friend who touched the lives of those around her. She leaves behind her mother, father, and two sisters. Angie was a compassionate person who was self-sacrificing and giving. She would do anything for anyone but unfortunately her life was too short. At the young age of 21 years old Angie was diagnosed with Metastatic Uterine Cancer Stage 4. Three months after her diagnosis she passed and has left a void in our lives. We are all devastated by Angie’s loss and were not prepared for the high cost of a funeral service. We want to give Angie the memorial she deserves, to honor her memory and say our last goodbyes. I am currently asking for donations to help cover the cost of Angie’s funeral. We need to raise $7,000 by October 1st in order to be able to afford the funeral service. Please consider donating, as any amount will truly help our family during this difficult time. Thank you so much and have a wonderful day. #lovelife #love #loveislove #loveyou #loveyourself #help #lovehim #funeral #loveit #friendly #friendsforever #lovethem #share #friend #lovely #helpme #lovedogs #intags #friends #friendship #loveofmylife #helpless #friendshipgoals #shared #loveher #loss #helpingothers #cancer #cancersucks #cancerwarrior https://www.instagram.com/p/CUOx6F0sfWV/?utm_medium=tumblr
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Just a quick one, how do you prevent that awkward realization that your love making session was actually a huge disaster.
For a moment there you might even have considered becoming a nun of some sort. Don't you think that it would have been a much better experience if you did not started it out with a huge expectation with reference to your partner and how you wanted this act of love, to have played out.
This is how I invite to you go about... I know it's difficult not to create or dream but just go without expectations and accept all your emotions that will contribute to your amazing experience.
I invite you also feel and accept emotions linked to disappointment. Sadness, anger pain, tears, love and excitement and off course the important realisation that you are close together with your partner in the moment.
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Title: Types of Love
Summary: Nico lowered his eyes to his bedspread, suddenly acutely aware that he hadn’t replaced his Mythomagic comforter when he’d moved out of his dad’s house. He’d been too lazy to buy another, especially since his was still perfectly good. His soulmates usually thought it was kind of funny. His romantic partners, if they ever made it inside of Nico’s bedroom, knew Nico was a nerd and expected no less. At this moment, Nico wished he had something a little nicer. His cheeks grew red, stomach fluttering in that pleasant way only Will could give him, and for a moment, he considered the idea that Will might return his feelings. But he should have known better. They were soulmates. Will just got up and left.//In a world where romance means less than friendships, Nico falls in love with his platonic soulmate Will Solace and complicates his whole life.
Notes: This is an incredibly self-indulgent, complicated universe that probably has a ton of plot holes. Don’t think about it too hard. If you really have a question, feel free to ask, but I’ll probably be pulling the answer out of my ass. Anyway, to summarize the universe: Everyone has four platonic soulmates. Soulmate marks appear on the first place where soulmates touch. Because of platonic soulmates, in this universe, platonic love is valued over romantic love, meaning that “more than lovers” is probably a more likely phrase than “more than friends.” Romantic love isn’t uncommon. People go through two or three long-term relationships or marriages in their life, usually. Some people marry a soulmate and raise children together, thus creating a romanceless marriage. The nuclear family unit is very uncommon. The End.
Another minor note is that to clean up family ties, I made Persephone Hazel’s biological mother.Sorry about any grammatical or spelling errors. I've done as much editing as I can stand alone, but both of my normal betas were busy with NaNoWriMo (as was I), so it's not been looked as extensively as most of my work. Expect updates on December 14th, January 1st, and January 24th.
Saturday, November 11th, 2017
Nico would be the first to admit he’d never had much control of his mouth. His soulmates would be the second, third, fourth, and fifth, and they’d fight over who said it first, as it was kind of obvious. He was a bit of an asshole sometimes, mainly because he didn’t think before he spoke. It had always gotten him into trouble. Usually of the “has no respect for authority” kind.
“I’m in love with you.”
Nico may have been the first in the world to ever get into trouble for telling his soulmate he loved him.
Okay, sure, in love is different than love. In love was romantic, a relationship of one’s own creation and not the predestined, pure love between soulmates. And, sure, there were a ton of people in the world who thought romantic relationships were inherently lesser than platonic relationships. So maybe Nico definitely should have known better than to confess his non-platonic feelings, but to be fair, Nico hadn’t intended it. Will had just beaten him at Mario Kart, and his stupid face was stupidly attractive--summer always lingered in his skin, leaving him bright, freckles all across his face and down his neck, and his hair had some lighter streaks, and he was smiling . It was disgusting, and frankly, who could blame Nico for being in love with someone like that?
“What?”
Maybe Nico should have prefaced that with something. Maybe he could have added that it didn’t change the fact that Will was his soulmate , and Nico never, ever wanted to give that up. Will was and would always be as important as Hazel, Reyna, and Jason, and just because he was in love with Will didn’t mean he didn’t lovehim.
Nico wasn’t exactly good with people. His soulmates had always come naturally to him. Romantic relationships . . . well, Will had always helped him traverse those, and Will couldn’t tell him what to say right then. Either shocked that he’d had the courage to say anything, or maybe just reeling from the way Will’s face crumpled, how devastated he looked, Nico said nothing. He stared blankly as Will dropped the Gamecube controller on Nico’s bed. Will looked at Nico, waiting for some sign that he was joking or something. Nico lowered his eyes to his bedspread, suddenly acutely aware that he hadn’t replaced his Mythomagic comforter when he’d moved out of his dad’s house. He’d been too lazy to buy another, especially since his was still perfectly good. His soulmates usually thought it was kind of funny. His romantic partners, if they ever made it inside of Nico’s bedroom, knew Nico was a nerd and expected no less. At this moment, Nico wished he had something a little nicer. His cheeks grew red, stomach fluttering in that pleasant way only Will could give him, and for a moment, he considered the idea that Will might return his feelings.
But he should have known better. They were soulmates. Will just got up and left.
That in and of itself wasn’t unusual for Nico’s experience with romance. But for a soulmate? It really sucked. And it sucked even more than this time Nico couldn’t turn to Will.
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Thursday, October 7, 2010
Of his four soulmates, Nico had taken the longest to click with Will.
Hazel was Nico’s baby sister. Growing up side by side, their soulmateship was easy to develop, from the time Nico allowed her to do his hair to the time Hazel punched the boy who stole Nico’s Mythomagic cards on the playground. Though they had sibling spats, they were impossibly close, and Nico knew he wouldn’t trade their relationship for a thing in the world. Reyna was the next Nico met, at fourteen in the hallway on his first day of high school. Reyna was the sophomore student president, and being busy with the duties that entailed, she was late to class. Nico just overslept. They bumped into each other when Nico decided he could totally walk down the halls with his eyes closed, since it was just a square, and for some reason, they’d stuck together since. Jason and Nico joined up as long-suffering partners in their junior biology class. Nico had steady relationships with three out of four soulmates by eighteen, and he knew he was lucky in that respect. He’d seen how it took time for his soulmates’ soulmateships to settle in.
When he met Will at nineteen, he’d kind of expected it to go the same way. Well, not kind of. He had. Where his other soulmates accepted Nico’s idiosyncrasies and unsociability, Will didn’t. Will had always been special like that.
They met on campus, late afternoon as Nico was walking to his car after class and Will was playing Ultimate Frisbee on one of the fields. Nico had just enough time to look over and think, “Damn, that guy is hot,” before the frisbee smacked into the side of his head.
This, of course, meant that Will, as the only nursing student of the bunch, though he'd hardly taken any medically inclined classes yet, was elected to check out the innocent bystander and make sure their game hadn't ended in manslaughter.
“Shit, shit, shit, sorry, shit,” was all Nico heard as he sat up. When had he landed on the ground? He reached for his head where a lump was already forming, and, ow, that was tender. Nico exhaled slowly and opened his eyes. Oh. The hot guy was right there.
“Do you know your name?” the guy asked. Nico eyed the freckles trailing over his bare arms, brown skin glowing in the afternoon sun. Suddenly, those arms shifted, a hand grabbing onto the back of his neck. “Oh, no, oh, shit, okay. What’s today’s date? Can you speak? Are you alive?”
“Uh, I’m breathing,” said Nico.
The guy exhaled. “Oh, thank god. Okay. I think I need to talk you to the campus clinic. You got smacked pretty darn hard. Left a goose egg. And I’m doing so hot on the concussion check myself.” He reached to touch the bump on Nico’s head lightly. Nico groaned.
“I have to get home,” he said.
Hot-Freckles stared. “You are not driving home without a concussion check.”
“My sister’s waiting,” Nico protested.
“And she’ll be waiting in a hospital if you have a concussion and get behind the wheel,” Hot-Freckles said. “I like to think I’m pretty easy-going, but I’m not letting up on this one. You’re coming with me.” He grabbed Nico by the shoulder and yanked him without concern for if that would injure him further. The motion shook Nico’s head, and he groaned again, stumbling into Hot-Freckles’ side.
Some of the other players came running down the hill. “What’s going on, Will?”
Hot-Freckles--Will--said, “I think he has a concussion. I’m going to take him to the clinic. Y’all can keep playing, but try not to hit anyone else.”
“I need to go home,” Nico said. The players exchanged a look.
“Yeah. I think you need to take him. See you.”
It seemed like no time at all until they arrived at the campus clinic. If Nico filled out any paperwork, he didn’t remember it. Mainly, he was leaning up against the hot freckled guy, grabbing onto his arms and chest to brace himself. Yes, to brace himself. Not to feel him up or anything.
“So what happened to Mr. di Angelo today?” the nurse asked. She addressed Will, probably because Nico was wavering even as he sat on the bed in the exam room. Will reached to steady him.
“I was playing Ultimate Frisbee with my friends, and we kind of-- Well, the frisbee smacked him upside the head,” he said. He had a Southern twang to his voice, kind of like Hazel did, but different. Nico really liked it.
The nurse raised her perfect brows. “Mm. Likely a concussion, then. Let’s see.” She moved to Nico’s side and paused. “That’s an interesting spot for a soulmate mark.”
Nico stopped. “Wuh?”
“The soulmate mark. On your neck,” she said. Nico paused. He had Hazel’s mark on his finger, where she’d grabbed it in the hospital as a baby. Reyna’s was on his chest. Jason’s was on his back. He didn’t have one on his neck.
Will leaned over, and his blue eyes grew wide. “Oh. Well, allbedamned.” He lifted his hand and admired the Niccolò Lorenzo di Angelo across the side of his palm. He kindly held it out for Nico to see. Nico kindly leaned over and puked across his shirt.
The rest was kind of a blur. Will was given a shirt to change into, from one of the other nurses. Nico vaguely remembered Will asking a lot of questions, as he was studying to be a nurse and this was right up his alley. After some tests, the nurse agreed it was probably a concussion, and with some instructions for rest, Nico was sent home.
“Do you need a ride? I live on campus, but I have a car,” Will said as they walked out of the clinic.
“You’re being pretty nice to a guy who just puked on you,” Nico said, still holding his head.
Will gave a crooked grin. “Well, we are soulmates, apparently. Though I got to say, I hope you don’t puke on your soulmates all that often.”
“Only Hazel. And she’s my sister,” Nico joked. Will smiled and helped Nico call her for a ride home, adding his number in there as well.
Maybe it meant something that Nico was checking Will out before he’d learned they were soulmates. As soon as he knew, he packed up any attraction and tucked it away in a box never to be opened. Nico moved on to other guys, and Will became a normal part of his life as his soulmate, completely platonic.
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Thursday, November 23rd, 2017
In spite of Nico’s failure to get in touch with Will over the course of the week, he wasn't planning to miss out on Thanksgiving. Their little bunch (consisting of Hazel, Reyna, Jason, Piper, Leo, Will, Lou Ellen, and Cecil) always had their Thanksgiving meal in the bowling alley Cecil’s family owned, a tradition started in college when none of them could afford to fly home for Thanksgiving break, and Nico and Hazel’s parents decided Thanksgiving was the best time for their anniversary cruise. It had a strange vibe, being empty save for them, and having an entire meal spread between all of the tables at the lanes made it even stranger. They were exactly the right people to enjoy this sort of thing.
The issue was that this was Cecil’s family’s bowling alley, and Cecil was Will’s soulmate. Nico was sure if Will didn't want him there, Cecil would uninvite him. But then again, most of the others going we're only known through Nico--Hazel and Lou were soulmates as well, but--
No one had said anything. Nico had to assume he was still welcome.
“Did you remember the sweet potatoes?” Hazel asked from the kitchen of their townhouse. She had a pile of dishes in her arms, and her golden hair bounced every time she turned her hair, landing lightly on her red scarf.
“Uh, you're carrying them,” Nico said, gathering up his own stack.
Hazel peered down. “Oh. Shouldn't you put on a coat?” she asked, glancing over her brother, dressed only in a black sweatshirt and jeans.
“We're just loading the car,” he said.
“But you complain if it's less than 60 degrees. Last year, you tried to make Will carry you around to keep you warm.”
Nico tended at the mention of Will but tried to play it off as adjusting his pile. “Will’s from Texas. He's always cold. Sharing body heat is kindness,” he replied.
Hazel snorted. “You're from Italy. And we grew up in New Orleans. Besides, Will’s not as whiny as you are when it comes to the cold.”
Nico stuck out his tongue and raced to the door, turning the handle with his knee. Hazel was right. The cool air of New England in November was more than he wanted to handle, not that he would admit it. Still, she seemed to know, staring at him as they placed the dishes on the back floorboard.
“Go get your coat and grab the keys,” she ordered, leaning up against Nico’s car.
Nico was suddenly aware of how he'd crossed his arms over his chest, and he clamped them to his side. “I'm only getting it in case Will gets cold and wants to borrow it,” he lied.
“Sure,” Hazel said.
Will would have no need to borrow his coat. Inside the bowling alley, it was a toasty 75, a much needed change from last year.
“Is this warm enough for you, Nico?” Cecil called from behind the counter when he walked.
“Is this warm enough for Will?” he asked automatically. Will, standing next to Cecil, was suddenly very interested in examining the bowling shoes, which was weird, because most years he complained about how unsanitary sharing shoes with so many was until Lou or Cecil told him to shut up and buy his own. Cecil, thankfully, didn't notice, and returned to flipping on all the lights.
“Ah! It burns!” Lou Ellen cried as she ducked underneath a table, abandoning her Addams family-style tablecloth half-rolled.
Hazel giggled and pushed a curl out of her face. “Are Jason and them not here yet?” she asked.
“Nah,” Cecil said. “Go ahead and spread the food on the concessions stand. We installed a heated counter, so I'm hoping it will be useful.”
“Leo was tinkering again,” Lou Ellen explained.
Nico nodded, eyes still locked on Will, still determined not to look at him. He sighed and helped Hazel set up the food.
Lou Ellen slid out from under the table and pulled Hazel into a hug. “Mm. Smells delicious. That's why you two are always on cooking duty,” she said brightly.
“Nico just hates to clean,” Hazel said. Those two seemed prepared to dive into conversation, which was the perfect opportunity for Nico to make his way back towards Will. If he could just--
“What's up, buttercups, I brought blacklights!”
Valdez .
Jason, Leo, and Piper walked into the alley cheerfully, carrying some boxes full of god-knows-what, with Valdez running the show.
“Hey, Nico!” Piper said brightly, plopping her vegan cake down. Sloppy frosting letters spelled, “Fuck the Pilgrims, Native American Appreciation Day.” She paused and placed her hand flat on the counter. “Is this--?”
“Leo.”
“Ah.” Piper moved the cake to an aisle table instead. “So Jason told me you got a promotion.”
“Um--”
“Congratulations,” she said brightly, and curse Jason for getting an incredibly nice girlfriend that Nico actually respected so he couldn't run off in the middle of a conversation. Where was Will now? Cecil was still by the counter, but he-- “--though I don't get your desire to spend more time around dead bodies.”
“Ha. Yeah,” Nico said.
Piper furrowed her brow. “Hey--”
“Pipes! Can you help me with this?”
Piper turned to her boyfriend. “Oh. Yeah, just a sec.”
Then she was gone. Great. Nico was free. Now to find Will.
“Nico.”
Ugh .
“Hi, Reyna,” Nico said, very careful to ensure his tone was even. Reyna could pick up on the slightest issue, and he could not risk acting any out of the ordinary around. She was dressed nicely, hair pulled back into a bun, a button-up, lipstick, the whole nines. She still looked like she could murder ten men in fifteen seconds. “You look nice. What did you bring?”
“The knife,” she said coolly, reaching into her purse. “Cecil texted me and said they broke their turkey-carving knife, so--”
“How?”
“No clue.” Reyna tucked it back into a hidden pocket, probably with her other secret weapons. “Oh, and I made coconut pudding.”
“Yum,” Nico said.
Reyna nodded. Then, a pause, and she turned to look at him, the green flecks in her eyes suddenly piercing. “Are you--?”
“Hey, everyone’s here? Let’s eat!” Cecil yelled, tossing the piles of bowling shoes to the side.
“Please, wash your hands,” came Will’s voice from somewhere in the chaos. Nico craned his head frantically. It was no use. Everyone crowded around the table, filling their plates, and suddenly they were down at the lanes, same as ever. Reyna, Hazel, and Nico sat at one table, next to them, Jason, Leo, and Piper, and then at the other end, Cecil, Lou Ellen, and Will. Damn it. Why did they always set up like this?
“We’re not going to bowl while we eat again, are we?” Jason asked. Nico heard Will say something, but he couldn’t decipher what it was. Jason turned around from his table to face him. Why could Jason talk to Will when Nico couldn’t?
“So how’s work, Reyna?” Hazel asked brightly from her seat beside Nico. On the other side of the table, Reyna perked up.
“I’m teaching a new class. You should come. It’s great for the core, and--”
There was Will, up to get dessert. Perfect. Nico slid out of his seat.
“Hey, mister, you eat your meal before dessert!” Hazel scolded, a grin spreading across her lips. Nico looked to her, then his plate.
“I dropped my fork,” he said as he grabbed his fork from his plate and threw it to the ground. Hazel and Reyna looked in disbelief. He took that opportunity to sidle over to the counter.
“Will.”
Will glanced up from the plate of panna cotta he’d just grabbed. Nico couldn’t help but smile. Will loved panna cotta. That was why Nico made it every year.
“It has berries on top. It’s healthy,” he defended, as if that’s what Nico had come over to discuss.
“I’m not the one who gives the health lectures,” he said.
Will looked him over. “No kidding. Have you been sleeping?”
Not well, Nico thought. He was sure the bags under his eyes from college had returned full-force. It was a wonder no one else had commented on it, but Nico did go through spells of insomnia. Will was the one who noticed when it got really bad. “If by sleep, you mean laying in bed, uh, no.”
The words hung between them, half-natural banter and half-pure discomfort.
Will pressed his lips together and lowered his eyes, blond lashes gleaming against his brown skin.
“Will,” Nico said, breathy, loving, in love.
“Oh, no. I dropped my fork,” Will said and dropped his fork. He walked off to get another.
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Thursday, November 25, 2012
“Nico! We’re Skyping Mom and Dad! Get in here!” Hazel yelled. She was curled up in the computer chair, knees in fuzzy pajama pants up to her chest, socks sliding across the leather seat. At only 8:30, it was pretty early for bed, but Thanksgiving was a tiring affair, especially when it dissolved into a bowling tournament halfway through.
Nico made a gurgling sound that roughly translated to, “I’m coming!”
“He’s brushing his teeth,” Hazel told their parents.
“Of course he is. He knew we were going to call,” Persephone di Angelo-Levesque sighed. Her hair was adorned with a variety of small flowers woven into her braid, and she was picking them out and tossing them at her husband, waiting for some sort of reaction. Hades made no move.
Hazel smiled. “He said he has to get the taste of Will’s cookies out of his mouth. Will said it was his grandma’s recipe, but . . . . Well, as Nico said, they tasted like he dug them out of the garbage.”
Nico stuck his head out of the bathroom and made another unintelligible sound, probably defending his soulmate (even though the cookies were truly disgusting), toothbrush sticking out of his mouth.
“Go away. You’re foaming at the mouth,” Hazel said.
Nico rolled his eyes. On the screen, Persephone smiled at her daughter. “Are you sure you’re the little sister?”
A few moments later, Nico came out of the bathroom and pulled up another chair, leaning close to Hazel to see. “What couldn’t wait until morning?” he asked.
Hades stared. “Since when are you awake in the morning?”
Hazel laughed.
“Shut up,” said Nico, ears burning red.
“Settle down,” Persephone said, staring down at her stepson. “We didn’t call you to argue.”
“Darn. That’s what I put in my planner,” Hazel sighed, snapping her fingers.
Persephone frowned. “You’re spending too much time with your brother.”
“Soulmates. She gets me,” Nico said, pulling Hazel underneath his arm and ruffling her hair.
She snorted and got him back, though his dark hair was already messy. “Ha--I really don’t. You’re a weird one, brother.”
Nico stuck his tongue and licked her cheek, and she screeched until their parents cleared their throats.
“I would have thought you’d be a little less energetic after spending all day with your friends,” Persephone remarked.
Hazel perked up. “Oh, it was great! We went to Cecil--that’s Will and Lou’s roommate. They’re all soulmates--anyway, we went to his family’s bowling alley, because they don’t really celebrate Thanksgiving, but business is slow so they still the close the place. We bowled the whole time. Jason showed up later, but Piper and Leo couldn’t make it. Reyna had to work. But we’re thinking maybe we’ll make it a tradition. Most of them said they’ve never been able to go home for Thanksgiving”--“Unlike us,” Nico interrupted, staring at their parents pointedly--“so this was a nice change.”
“I’m glad you had a good time,” Hades said.
“So did we. You’ve never lived until you’ve had Puerto Rican food on Thanksgiving,” Persephone said.
“Then we’ll have to ask Reyna next year,” Nico said.
Hades pursed his lips. “So you’re really not coming home for Thanksgiving next year?”
Nico crossed his arms. “Don’t put this on us. You’re the ones who decided to go on a trip and leave us to starve.”
“You can cook, Nico,” Persephone said.
“Well, I don’t like to.”
“What matters is,” Hazel interjected, “we had a good time. And we’ll be home for Christmas, like always.”
“Like always,” Hades echoed, giving his son a look.
The di Angelo-Levesque family talk continued until about ten, when Hazel started yawning, head falling onto Nico’s shoulders.
“I think that means it’s time to say goodbye. Happy Thanksgiving,” Persephone said, hair now free of all flowers.
“Happy Thanksgiving,” Hazel and Nico replied. The call dropped, and for a moment, they just leaned against each other.
“Those cookies Will made were so bad,” Hazel said.
Nico laughed. “Yeah. He can’t cook.”
“He’s lucky he’s cute,” she said. “Honestly, thank you for bringing him into my life, because cute boys are always welcome.”
“Hazel!” Nico stared at her.
She shrugged. “Just saying. Most of the cute boys you introduce me to are your dates. This one’s at least bi and single.”
“You are not dating Will,” he said.
“You can’t stop me.”
“You’re both my soulmates. You can’t date each other,” he argued, crossing his arms over his chest.
Hazel, taking that as a challenge, sat up. “Jason and Piper are dating, and Leo’s their soulmate.”
“That’s different.”
“It’s not though,” Hazel said, rolling her eyes and leaning back up against his arm. “Don’t worry, though. Will’s not his type.”
Nico snickered. “No. His mom is.”
She jerked away. “That is totally unfair! Naomi Solace is an inspirational black woman breaking barriers in country music--”
“--and apparently really hot according to you, Lou, and Reyna,” Nico replied.
She huffed. “Well. I really couldn’t date him then. It’d be too weird.”
“To be hot for his mom?”
“Nico!”
She glared, then snatched the skull ring off of his finger and ran down the hall. Nico sighed and leaned back in the chair, too tired to chase her. It didn’t really matter. She’d return it in the morning. After a moment, he rose from his seat and moved towards his bedroom.
Hazel wasn’t interested in Will, he reminded himself.
Why did the thought even bother him?
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Thursday, November 30, 2017
“Why are you here?”
The question was directed at Reyna and Jason, who were gathered at the kitchen table with Hazel, the only one who actually lived there. Nico tossed his coat onto the rack as he leveled his soulmates with a cool stare, hoping that would get them to confess their scheme. It didn’t work. Reyna was the master of the cool stare, and Jason wasn’t wearing his glasses. He couldn’t see shit without his glasses.
“This is an intervention,” Reyna said.
Nico’s face was blank.
“Maybe it should be about all his wine bottles. I mean, damn, Nico, you’ve only been drinking for four years. How many do you need?” Jason asked, staring at the shelf to the side.
Nico rolled his eyes. “I inherited that from my mom, dumbass. And I’ve been drinking since I was sixteen.”
“That’s not legal in America.”
“I’m Italian.”
“You’re still in America.”
“This is not the point,” Reyna interrupted, voice sharp. Hazel nodded her support. Jason held his hands up in surrender, but Nico didn’t budge. “We’re here to talk about Will.”
Nico stiffened. “What about Will?” He kept his voice as level as he could.
“What the hell was going on at Thanksgiving?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Nico wondered if it would seem too coincidental if he said he forgot something at work. Of course it would. They weren’t going to let him get away.
“Nico, you and Will are normally joined at the hip when you get together. I know your hours don’t line up well. I’ve never seen you avoid each other like that,” Hazel said, as soft and gentle as ever, and dammit Nico hated that. It was hard not to talk to her when she used that tone.
Jason bit his lip, stretching the scar across it a little wider. “You weren’t avoiding him, though,” he said. “You tried to talk to him, didn’t you?”
Damn it. He really wasn’t getting out of this one.
Nico sighed and took a seat in the remaining chair. His soulmates perked up.
“I’m in love with Will,” he said.
Hazel and Reyna’s faces contorted, a curled lip, scrunched nose, wide eyes. Jason remained impassive.
“Look, I know it’s--” He stopped, not really having a defense. “I’m going to get over him. I couldn’t help it. But it’s not like-- He’s still my soulmate, and I thought-- Fuck.” Nico sighed and buried his head in his hands. Hazel reached to pat his shoulder.
“You know, not what I expected,” Reyna said, as awkward and clunky as she ever was when it came to emotions. Jason and Hazel gave her a look for interrupting. Nico adored her. He didn’t do this emotional shit either.
“It’s the first I’ve heard of it,” Hazel admitted. “You never said a thing to me. Have you been struggling with this for a while? Oh, Nico.” She threw her arms around her brother’s shoulders, leaning against him.
“It’s nothing. Will’s just hurt, okay? He’ll get over it, I guess,” Nico said, tugging himself from Hazel’s hold. He wasn’t convinced. Will hadn’t even spoken to him since. But he couldn’t hold out forever. They were soulmates.
Reyna raised her brows and made a disbelieving noise. “I don’t know. If you told me you were in love with me, I’d--”
“We’re both gay,” Nico said, narrowing his eyes at her.
“Okay. If Hazel told me she was in love with me, I’d be pretty uncomfortable. I mean, we’re beyond that,” she said, clasping her hands on the table. She lowered her eyes. “My point is that it would be rather . . . insulting.”
“I didn’t mean to insult him,” Nico said.
“No one said you did.” Hazel tried to defuse the situation.
Nico huffed. “It’s not my fault he was just being so cute, and, god, I was quiet about it for a year, so it’s not like I just-- I didn’t mean to--” He stopped, the weight of what was happening settling over him. He couldn’t really lose his soulmate over this. Could he? He needed Will, as much as he needed Hazel, Reyna, and Jason. They were his soulmates, his life partners. Without Will--
He blinked, tears gripping at his eyelashes. Reyna and Hazel stared, both looking ready to gather him up in their arms.
“You’re not the first.”
The other three turned to Jason, who’d been silent this entire time. His face was solemn, brows drawn together as he looked at the table.
“Look, I don’t go spreading this around because it’s not my business, and they like to keep it quiet,” Jason said, sitting up and hitting his hands on his knees, “but my soulmate Percy--he’s married to one of his soulmates. Annabeth. They’ve had a romantic relationship since they were . . . sixteen, I think.”
“Oh. Wow,” Hazel said, looking honestly astonished. She leaned back in her chair, shoulders slumping up.
Jason shrugged. “I was kind of shocked when I met them. But they’re happy together. So I think it’s fine. If they want it, then what’s it matter?”
Reyna and Hazel didn’t disagree. They looked to Nico.
“Lucky them,” he said, slamming his head into the table.
Jason smiled, the scar scrunching up. “I know it’s not what you want to hear. But I don’t think there’s much advice we can give you about this. They may have ended up together, but I think they’ll get what you’re going through. You should talk to them.”
Nico grunted.
“Well, since we’re all here,” Hazel said, brightening the room with a smile, “why don’t we watch a movie? What do you say, Nico? I’ll let you pick first.”
“Mythomagic: The Movie,” he said, slowly sitting up.
Jason and Reyna mock-groaned. He cracked a grin. So did they.
#megan writes#solangelo#posting this way after posting on ao3 bc i was zonked this morning#don't stay up until three doing homework kids
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When Im pretending like I have completely no strong emotions,being a girly of calm feeling 🤗 just some few self possessions added to my feed recently ,🤗🤍 . . if you look back my mess ,I had many portraits with this pretty beby breath flower kids and ofcoz yeh I mentioned the story that it linked with me.🌸 . . Im kinda person who find beautiful links with every daily things I own🤷 isnt it a fair move ,that to consider their values to find happyness from every day things regardless of their usefulnes..😝🥰 . . . . #selflove#flower#flowerlove#possing#instagood #mwonjathi #thatgirl #calmlife#girlyposes#facehiddenpose #keralamodels #keralamodels #selfportraits #mood#homlyvibes#takepictures #mwonjathi #love #girlsquad #lovehim#hisqueen (at Self Portrait) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_B_URqFQh0/?igshid=nz5085xiieq6
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another tag
ok this is long af so sorry for clogging up your dash oops
thanks @mmcpp and @softngl for tagging me!! xx
name: veronica
nickname: vero
gender: female
star sign: sagittarius
birthday: the 5th of December
relationship status: single af @ cute boy where art thou
pets: smol kitten called toulouse ilysm fluffy orange
height: 1.62m
favorite color(s): baby blue, cotton candy pink and lilac
average amount of sleep: 7- ∞hours
lucky number(s): idk i rly like 5 or 3
last thing i googled: the infinity symbol above ^^
number of blankets i sleep with: what is up w this question honestly why. just why.
met a celebrity: no :((
favorite fictional character: isaK VALTERSEN I LOVE ISAK VALTERSEN ISAK VALTERSEN IS MY SON AND SUN AND I LOVE HIM SM MY SMOL SNAKE I LOVEhim.
favorite book: Heaven and Hell by Aldous Huxley
favorite band/artist(s): the 1975, bastille, (the weekend, yes, he’s an asshole and problematic af but-), borns, halsey, the nbhd (i swear i dont only listen to assholes ok), troye sivan etc.
song stuck in my head right now: silver and gold by pieces of juno, it’s such an amazing song?? thanks skam for having such an incredible soundtrack. honestly.
last movie i watched: the riot club (the plot is… bad. but the actors are great)
last tv show i watched: skam. for the 3rd time. oops.
last song i listened to: 2+2=5 by radiohead
dream trip: uk (im basic sorry)
dream job: florist? i know it sounds bad but i just rly love flowers ok? im probably never going to do this, cause lets be real, i dont want to die of starvation on the streets after attending one of the best high schools in the city , i didnt struggle w mathematics and chemistry for this, ok?
what i’m wearing right now: sweatpants and a jumper
time right now: 21:21 (also sKAM REF IM IN LOVE And i need to calm down im sorry)
what do you post about: skam (after i’ve changed my interests on this blog for 234567897654323456789 times sorry and thanks for still following me)
any other blogs: this, but im not using it so much ://
when did your blog peak: idk maybe when i was in the bastille fandom, maybe? tho im still waiting for a boost in the skam fandom smh my url is not that bad why not follow me and love me forever and ever amiright?
do you get asks on a daily basis: no, maybe once a week but maybe you could change that ;);););)
why did you choose your url: my http brand (all of my urls start w it) + skam (it’s not that deep fam)
lemonade or iced tea: lemonade 🍋 🍋 🍋
cats or dogs: cats, dogs are just.. too much why are they so energetic pls chill you’re exhausting me :(
coke or pepsi: pepsi
day or night: day
call or text: text
makeup or natural: tbh doing my makeup is like therapy lmao
light or dark hair: I love brown hair so yea dark
shorter or taller: tall I guess
intelligence or attraction: intelligence is rlllllllllly important to me like honestly how can you even be friends w somebody if they’re (this sounds mean af but im mean af so who even cares anymore) dumb (but i wont complain if they are cute as well ok)
city or country: city 100%
i tag @danhowcll @mightylester @isakvalteresn @evakskam @alienmom and @ every follower just consider yourselves tagged as well fams
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Are you feeling zero energy towards sex? Are you feeling stuck regarding this topic? Or just avoiding it all together?
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