broken merry go 'round

If you ain't got two kids by 21 You're probably gonna die alone At least that's what tradition told you And it don't matter if you don't believe Come Sunday mornin', you best be there In the front row like you're supposed to Same hurt in every heart

[chelseamreynolds]

“I can come back later if this is a bad time.” Being in the dance studio that she’d practically grown up in was strange to say the least. But when duty called, it called. The studio had ordered a delivery of baked goods and no one else could bring them so here she was. However, the timing seemed like it was not the greatest as someone who seemed to me a mom was upset. It really took her back to her early dance days, however, she only had a mom fighting her battles for so long.

@livrhodes​

[chelseamreynolds]

dariusxzuhair·:

· ··

Darius nodded his head to the other’s words. “You know, that’s fair. I won’t lie, I took a shot in the dark with this book.” He told Chelsea with a smile. “I figured it was worth a shot, it doesn’t really appear as a philosophical book at first,” Darius continued on, “I thought I might be able to bamboozle you just long enough.” The man chuckled softly, “But, I’m glad you didn’t think it was that bad,” it was better than terrible, if he was being honest. “Should I treat you to a milkshake for your troubles of having to read that book?”

-

A little smile crept up Chelsea’s lips when he admitted to ‘taking a shot in the dark’. She liked listening to his explanation. And without really knowing it, or maybe he somehow did, she wasn’t always felt safe with Darius. He offered her cover from the world she normally lived in on a daily basis, whether it was with the books he provided that she could escape to, or the fact that he’d wanted to be her friend for this long. “You were sneaking me into a philosophical book! This is a breach of trust Darius!” She teased a bit. “Yes, because now you need to build back my trust.”

[chelseamreynolds]

dalilaxrodriguez·:

Dalila nodded her head to Chelsea’s words. She wondered if her friend felt that way about her. Whether if she thought Dalila saw her for who she truly was or if she saw Dalila for who she really was. “We do,” she nodded her head again, “just know you always have me,” she told Chelseas with small smile on her lips, “don’t you ever forget that, okay?”

-

There was something behind Dalila’s eyes. Chelsea knew it. But she didn’t say anything because asking could mean that she opened herself to questions coming her way, especially in terms of an emotional state of being. And she didn’t know how to do that with hardly anyone. “Thanks Dalila, you always have me too.” She offered back with a soft smile, “I know I won’t.” Words like that, she’d heard them countless times, most times they went in one ear and out the other. Even when it came to her own siblings.

[chelseamreynolds]

“Okay I have to say it’s not my favorite book you’ve ever given me. But like you know me, I’m more about like, old westerns and space and action and shit. I don’t need all the like, philosophical stuff you’re into but like, it wasn’t--that bad--I guess.” She enjoyed the book far more than she was letting on but she couldn’t entirely let Darius in on that otherwise he would keep giving her the more philosophical kind and she liked when he picked other kinds. Plus, those sort of books got in her head too much. She preferred to read for escape, not to learn.

@dariusxzuhair​ ​​

[chelseamreynolds]

if your muse had to choose: would they prefer being the heartbreaker or being heartbroken?

100% heart-breaker. Chelsea doesn't think she could take anymore heartbreaks so she will always be the one to push away/run first if she thinks she could get hurt.

[chelseamreynolds]

are there questions your muse would like the answer to? what are they?

She would love to know why her siblings got such great lives when she was left holding the bag. She sometimes thinks that she must've been a pretty shitty person in a past life to deserve this. Or she just thinks if she were more like her siblings she could get out of her dad's home.

[toadmemes]

* WNRS HEADCANON QUESTION PROMPTS ,

THE WHAT'S.

what's been your muse's happiest memory?

what has been your muse's earliest recollection of happiness?

what are five lessons your muse learned the hard way?

what lesson took your muse the longest to un-learn?

what is a dream your muse let go of?

what part of your muse's life works what part of their life hurts?

what's the most unexplainable thing that happened to your muse?

what could have your muse done better in previous relationships?

what is your muse's biggest regret?

what is something your muse has never told anyone? why?

what is one positive and negative thing about your muse?

what did the people who raised your muse teach you about love?

what is your muse passionate about?

what's the first thing others noticed about your muse?

what is your muse's type in three (or more) words?

what is an assumption that is often made about your muse?

what did your muse want to be as a child?

what compliment does your muse hear the most?

what subject did your muse thrive at in school? did they fail any?

what is something your muse needs to hear right now?

what does your muse fear the most?

what's the worst pain your muse has ever been in that wasn't physical?

what is hardest for your muse to understand?

THE IS AND IF'S.

is your muse lying to themselves about anything?

is your muse more afraid of failure or success? why?

if your muse could get to know someone in their life on a deeper level who would it be and why?

is your muse unaware of something about themselves?

if your muse had to chose: would they prefer someone cheering them up, or being left alone when they're in a foul mood?

is your muse missing anyone right now?

if your muse had to admit, what went wrong in their last relationship?

is your muse like what they are expected to be?

is your muse more of a creative or analytical type? explain.

if your muse had to rank following in importance: family, career, love life, what would they say?

if your muse could change their name, what would it be?

is your muse someone who would get a name tattooed on themselves? why or why not?

if your muse had to let go of something, what should it be?

is your muse afraid to be themselves?

if your muse could go back in time, would they? why?

is your muse proud of themselves? why or why not?

is your muse in denial about anything? explain.

if your muse had to choose: would they prefer being the heartbreaker or being heartbroken?

THE HOW'S.

how can your muse become a better person?

how old does your muse feel emotionally?

how does your muse deal with being alone? do they thrive or struggle?

how can you turn your muse off the most?

how can you turn your muse on the most?

how does your muse show gratitude? do they?

how close is your muse to their mom, dad and/or guardian?

how does one earn your muse's vulnerability?

how does your muse take a compliment?

how can someone break your muse's heart?

how does your muse take an insult?

THE DOES AND HAS'.

has a stranger ever changed your muse's life?

does your muse have an attractive quality about them that isn't physical?

does your muse believe in second chances? why or why not?

has your muse ever fallen in love?

does your muse fall in love easily? why or why not?

does your muse believe in fate, or do they think things happen because of their decisions?

has your experienced losing someone they cared a lot about?

does your muse agree that people never change and they just show their true colours?

does the image your muse has of themselves match the image other people see them as?

has your muse earned any big achievements?

does your muse wish they could change something about themselves?

does your muse lie easily? what is the worst lie they ever told?

has a major turning point in your muse's life changed a perspective of life they once had?

THE OTHERS.

where is your muse most qualified to give advice about?

when was the last time your muse cried and why?

who is someone in your muse's life they can always run to?

are there questions your muse would like the answer to? what are they?

where does your muse hurt the most?

when was the last time your muse completely lost themselves?

where is an area that your muse might need reassurance for?

who is someone that changed your muse's life the most?

where does your muse feel most like themselves?

are there any accomplishments your muse would want to achieve before they die?

[chelseamreynolds]

chloexwilliams·:

special delivery 🌺 @chelseamreynolds· 

Chloe pulled into the open space for the festival excited to start the day off with her best friend. About to take the key out of the ignition one of her favourite songs, the list was always growing, started to play. As if on cue the pair started singing, “Don’t show up, don’t come out! Don’t start caring about me now!” the words of Dua Lipa came out the speakers and Chloe danced, or as much as she could while seated. “Well if that’s not a sign to a great day I don’t know what is!” she giggled finally taking the keys out.

-

If there was anything that brought a smile to Chelsea’s face, it was a day with Chloe. Chloe managed to make her whole world melt away, leaving just the two of them against it. It was magical and she only hoped that one day she’d get to tell Chloe how much impact her friendship has truly had. She jumped into song with Chloe the moment it came on, belting out the lyrics. “This weather, the song, you and me? How can it not be. God you have no idea how much I need this.” She exited the car, waiting for Chloe to join her so they could walk arm in arm, like always.

[chelseamreynolds]

damienbailey·:

…

Damien let his eyes rest on the back of her head, trying to focus on his breathing and the thoughts running wild in his head. Had he noticed it when he came back? The change. He had the last few months but he thought maybe he was forgetting something. He hated talking about his memory loss because he didn’t want to scare people but the more time that passed by the more he was completely aware that he wouldn’t be remembering anything. He shook his head at her words, reaching out and putting his hand on her shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “It’s not shameful or stupid, Chels. I can’t imagine what it would be like to try and talk to someone about this especially someone you love,” he whispered as he let his eyes rest on her. “I’m always going to listen to you.”

-

She couldn’t believe his words because in her wildest dreams, she never imagined a conversation like this, let alone with Damien, going like this. But now that it was happening, she wondered why she’d even been so scared. If nothing else, this moment definitely gave her the confidence to tell Logan--when the time was right. But fears of breaking her siblings hearts and upending their lives because she wasn’t strong enough haunted the back of her mind, “I’m sorry--I’m sorry I wasn’t--that I’m not--strong enough. It--it took time you know. It was just once and then it was twice--and he always apologized. And he was still my dad. And then suddenly, it was--a handful--and then I just--went numb.”

[chelseamreynolds]

jayxhawkins·:

…

Jay brushed his tongue along his lower lip, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Same reason you don’t let people in,” the shitty upbringing. His father was an aggressive drug addict with a mother who was non existent. All of those days at school where he got the low comment remarks about his dirty clothing and the way some of his teachers had began to bring him something to eat for lunch. His uncle having to pull him out of that situation when he was twelve but still the imprints lasted. To this day, the man still went to his parents’ house and tried his best to take care of them. He cleaned up the house, cleaned up them and did some other things he wasn’t proud of. Tia had been a walking reminder of his childhood and that night he realized… Abi was much better than the life he would provide her here. All kids ended up like their parents, right? He cleared his throat as he tilted his head down to look at his feet when she started to explain what happened. He furrowed his brows when she made a comment about how Abi and others were only friends with her because her mother died. He lifted his head as he took a step closer to her, pulling his hand out of his pocket and held it out towards her, the gesture was to let her know he wanted to take her arm or her hand or something but didn’t want to make contact because of everything. “You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met, Chels. Whatever Abi said out of anger was wrong. You have plenty of people in your life that aren’t friends with you just because your mom died.”

-

Chelsea gave a single nod, leaning back into her family van is as she looked down at the street beneath her feet. “Did you ever feel like you couldn’t be yourself with her? Sometimes I feel like you’re the only one who sees the whole me--which sounds like a fuckin’ gross cliche but it’s fuckin’ true. You’re the only one that can handle it.” She rambled a bit, mumbling bits to herself but knowing her could hear just the same as she kicked a few pebbles from under her. “I’ve been lettin’ Wren Schneider hang around me a bit--bit too much. Oh--that’s also why Abi’s pissed, thinks I’m going after all her exes...” Her head shook softly, knowing that she definitely deserved it. But if she were honest with herself, putting distance between her and Wren had more to do with how broken she was, than Abi. Though Abi served as an excellent excuse when she didn’t feel like admitting that to herself. Chelsea only looked up when Jay’s hand suddenly came into view. Her eyes darted from his hand, to his eyes, before she understood. The woman took a breath, and reached out for the hand. The words that accompanied the gesture though, shocked her. Her head was quick to shake, “What on earth makes you say somethin’ like that? Like thank you but--I just don’t wanna make trouble for you or Abi or whatever.”

[chelseamreynolds]

mictyler·:

 “Don’t do what?” Mic countered with a small shrug, pretending to not have the faintest idea as to what she was on about, although he did. He could not help it. It was just a side she brought out in him, and the whole thing had basically been handed to him on a silver platter, so he couldn’t resist. He rolled his eyes as she continued to argue with him, fishing his phone from his pocket to try concentrate on the screen while she spoke. “If you don’t want to be here, you go somewhere else.” He told her, looking up at her from underneath his eyelashes. Rolling his eyes again once she went to grab her bag  and storm out. He just watched her with his eyes until he saw her fall. Not even giving it as much as a second thought he rushed over. “You okay?” He asked, kneeling down next to her. “Let me take a look.”

-

She made quick work of rolling up her sleeve to assess the damage without so much as a thought, but the second she noticed the bruise there her eyes widened as she pulled her sleeve right back over just in time for him to be right on top of her. She pulled her hand away from him immediately, hoping he hadn’t seen anything. “No--it’s fine. It’s fine.” She shook her head at him hastily, feeling the way her heart was beating so fast. A part of her knew that it was more damaged than she was letting on, being as familiar with her own injuries as she was. But all she wanted was to get away from Mic. This day had gone from bad to worse in an instant. She tried not to wince from the pain as she stood back up.

[chelseamreynolds]

evanxmoss·:

Since returning to Fallbrook Evan had been doing his best to keep a low profile. If he had to walk around town he often kept his camera in front of his face to prevent anyone from recognizing him. However, grabbing a morning coffee didn’t seem worthy enough to take a picture and that might have been his biggest mistake. Seeing Chelsea made his heart drop. He had known her since they were young since she was so close to his brother. “Lucas?” He questioned, continuing to play the dumb game. “I’m sorry but I don’t know who you’re talking about.” He mumbled, exiting the coffee shop as fast as he entered it. 

-

Chelsea’s eyebrows furrowed together. She literally closed her eyes for a moment and then opened them again to make sure he was still there. The question was most certainly not whether or not it was Lucas, it was whether or not she was seeing ghosts. But nope, he was still there, albeit walking away from her. “Hey wait!” Chelsea followed him out the door, catching up to him. “Okay I don’t know if I’m hallucinating, but I know you’re Lucas--so what the--why’re you saying you’re not? Lucas got a twin or somethin’?”

[chelseamreynolds]

dalilaxrodriguez·:

“It’s weird how that happens too, you can live so close to someone and never see them.” She felt that way with a majority of her friends. “Hell, I don’t even see my own neighbors more than once a month sometimes.” It didn’t help Dalila threw herself into her work and was almost always down at the restaurant versus being home. “I kind of hope so,” she nodded her head, smiling at the thought. “it’s nice to have those things, you know, right after my mom passed,” she twisted her lips in thought, “I never thought we would get to feel these small joys in life again.” 

-

“Yeah, pretty much. Or you can even spend time with someone a lot, and not even truly see them.” Did anyone in her life truly see her? There was so much missing from what she allowed people to see of her. The only person who she felt really saw her was Jay. Chelsea chewed the inside of her lip for a moment, not prepared to indulge in their shared loss of their mothers. It wasn’t something she tended to talk about much. “Yeah, I know what you mean. Things change, and shift, but we still keep living.”

[chelseamreynolds]

damienbailey·:

…

Damien brushed his fingers through the strands of her brown hair, letting himself remain quiet through all of her words despite the fact he felt something different about it. All he wanted was for her to move in with him so he could keep an eye on her. It made him think about how much the both of them had grown since high school. During his off time with Dalia he was hooking up with Chelsea and it made him wonder how the two of them had been able to move past all of that when he came home. He brushed his tongue along his lower lip, nodding his head at her words. In that moment, he realized it was more complex for her than it would have been to him… but again he had never been in her shoes. “Yeah, I get it. You feel responsible for him but if it ever  gets bad again. I got a room and it’s all yours.”

-

Chelsea remembered the way they used to be back in high school, just two kids in love with their high school sweethearts looking for someone to fill up the void, who better than a best friend? In the off moments with Dominic, she was glad to have Damien as more than just a friend. But the Chelsea she remembered herself to be in high school was a shadow of the timid girl she was now. She wondered how much Damien could see it. Or maybe it was more in her head than anything else. Other than this moment, she hadn’t remembered a time when they’d rekindled such a physical closeness. It was a reminder of how much she missed physical touch of the tender, soft kind. “Yeah, pretty shameful and stupid right?” She shrugged, “Guess it’s just another reason why I don’t tell people. Don’t think anyone will really understand. I should’ve known you’d be a good listener.” She smiled softly at him. 

[chelseamreynolds]

dalilaxrodriguez·:

“I am excited, only because we don’t see each other all the time, you know what I mean? Distance does make the heart grow fonder.” Dalila was close with her older siblings, but they had their lives that didn’t involve her. They had moved out of Fallbrook a long time ago, moving on. Where they thought Dalila could be stuck in the past, especially when it came to what happened to their mother. “Oh absolutely, that is the very one.” Dalila grinned at Chelsea as she thought about the annual cook-off. “I don’t know why he thinks he can beat me. I learned how to cook from my mamá.”

-

“I guess so yeah. It’s funny, my siblings live here and I feel like I barely see them.” They were busy with their lives. Logan had three kids for goodness sake. It wasn’t like she thought she’d see them all the time anyway. But comparatively to Dalila’s statement, it she thought it was--funny. “I’m glad you’re excited. I’m sure they’ll be glad to spend time with you too.” She offered Dalila, wishing she felt the same way about being around her siblings. A smile lit up her lips when they talked about the cook-off. “Maybe just one of those things that’s a tradition you can’t give up, you know?”

[chelseamreynolds]

jayxhawkins·:

…

Jay shoved his hands into his pockets, pressing his lips together. “I don’t know much about their history just that they aren’t friends but I hit a low that night.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t really have an excuse for my behavior. I cheated on Abi and ended up coming clean with her about what I did. If it was you, Tia or anyone else in this town. It was my own actions that led me to losing her in the first place so there’s no reason for her to know who exactly it was but I can let her know it wasn’t you.” He furrowed his brows at her words. “What are you talking about?”

-

Chelsea didn’t want to listen to Jay talk about cheating on Abi. Abi didn’t deserve it and if the nature of her and Jay’s relationship hadn’t change the night he’d come over, she wasn’t sure where the two of them would even stand in the first place. But when it came to a one Wren Schneider, she’d thought about Jay’s cheating. “Why did you do it?” She blurted out, genuinely curious. She knew that whatever her and Wren were doing had an expiration date. Chelsea sighed when he asked what she’d been talking about, looking down at the street where her foot would kick a few tiny stones. “Abi saw me coming out of your house one morning. I didn’t want her to know about, y’know, so I didn’t have a very good explanation. I guess--I guess it turns out Abi and a lot of other people who are ‘friends’ with me actually just pitied me after my mom died. And like, it’s not like I can blame her or any of them. I wouldn’t want to be friends with me either.” She huffed softly as she shook her head. “So I’m just sayin’, it doesn’t matter if she thinks it’s me or not. But--up to you.”

[chelseamreynolds]

alvarezorion·:

x

Rion shook his head as Chelsea stopped herself from her rant. “No, Chels. You could tell me. Anything.” He promised her. They were friends, sure, but they didn’t have the relationship of talking about everything, but for the man that he was, he tired to be there for everyone and he would take whatever Chelsea said to him to the grave. No matter who or what it was about. “I get it, though. I would feel out of place too. I can’t imagine all that. I’m used to Eris.” He smiled, trying to make her feel better. “Yeah, we do. I don’t think we’ve ever had a bad holiday.” He told her. “You’re more than welcome to join in whenever you want. If you get tired of the Valentines.”

-

Rion was so kind. It was pretty easy to feel comfortable around a guy like him. But she wasn’t sure someone with as kind a heart as he had would understand why she found spending holidays with the Valentine’s, or really spending any time with the Valentine’s such a bother. But apparently she was wrong. She nodded at him, keeping a bit quiet as she usually wasn’t one to reveal too much. “Yeah, it’s just a lot. And they’re all so damn perfect. Perfect little lives with perfect little smiles and perfect little jobs. And they’ll all end up with perfect little families of their own in their perfect little houses. Just like my sister. And I’m happy for her you know? But it’s like, Logan and Seth grew up in a completely different family than me. And they barely even notice.” Her head shook, surprised she was even speaking any of this out loud. Chelsea’s eyes blinked softly at him for a pregnant pause when he invited her to his family’s Christmas. “Thanks, that’s real nice of you. I might take you up on it.” She knew she wouldn’t but she appreciated the offer all the same.