I, I Keep a Record of the Wreckage in my Life

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[onelifetoliv]

kinda wanna do more plotted things so hit the ♥ if you wanna plot with Ms. Olivia

[streetsofsecrets-a]

– “NEVER LET ANYONE KNOW WHAT YOU ARE THINKING.”

Diverse, Private Multimuse. Plot Loving. 18+.  

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[onelifetoliv]

streetsofsecrets‌: 

      Delores expected to see Bianca seated on the sofa, all excited and joyous to properly see her mother after two years. Although her youngest daughter had been in Manhattan since October, she had yet to find time to visit her parents. ( Why was this such a secondary priority? Delores did not understand. ) 

       The sight of not Bianca, but Olivia, had her blink in surprise. “Hello Olivia.” There were questions Delores had going through her mind, of course. However, for this moment she put them aside to wear her usual still face. Asking delicately, 

       “Have you been keeping warm?”

Next thing she knows she’s face to face with the lady of the home. Liv forces her body to relax and she offers Delores a small smile. She wasn’t quite sure what to with her hands. They went from above her chest to her pockets to clasped together in front of her. The only thing she was sure of in that moment was that this was a mistake.

“Keeping as warm as I can,” she chuckled awkwardly. “You know how brutal these New York winters are.” Liv glanced away and then looked back to Delores. As cold as it was, Liv felt like she was about to start sweating.

“How... have you been?”

[onelifetoliv]

benreillyscarletspider‌:

Ben did his best to hide any disappointment he felt over Liv returning from the bedroom instead of waiting there for him to join him, then took the box and began unwrapping it with a grin. Carefully discarding the wrapping paper, he turned it over in his hand to see the writing on the box. When he did, his heart sank, and he looked over at her with worry. “Is this—Are you?” He exhaled shakily as he looked from the pregnancy tests to Liv and back again, his mind reeling with thoughts of Reilly Tyne. Reilly, Mayday’s cousin, who bore both Ben’s chosen surname and Janine’s birth one, as well as the curse of Ben’s clone DNA. His life was one of literally Hellish torment; something Ben was hoping to never inflict on anyone else.

Wracked with guilt over having done this to a child, not to mention Liv, Ben rushed into her bathroom and heaved into her toilet.

Liv watched him, thumb nail between teeth, and fought hard to not burst out laughing. Instead, things went from funny to horrible. Ben was off the couch and the sound of him being ill came from the bathroom. Sighing, she pulled herself up from the sofa and made her way to where he was. Liv hadn’t expected him to take this so seriously. She knew for a fact that he knew she had an IUD and they were even careful on top of that. Crossing her arms, she leaned in the doorway of the bathroom and raised her eyebrows. She waited for him to finish before looking up and him and chuckling. “I’m not,” she said, simply. “I thought maybe you’d go pale or freeze or something but this. This really takes the cake.” Liv chuckled and shook her head before heading back into the living room.

She pours some wine into a plastic cup and came back over to sit on the floor. Taking a sip, she set it on the coffee table. “The real gift is inside the box, by the way!”

[onelifetoliv]

builtupon‌:

               My friends say I should act my age                                         What’s my age again…?

bio|rules template

follow my new boooooy

[onelifetoliv]

builtupon‌:

               My friends say I should act my age                                         What’s my age again…?

bio|rules template

follow my new boooooy

[onelifetoliv]

builtupon‌:

               My friends say I should act my age                                         What’s my age again…?

bio|rules template

follow my new boooooy

[onelifetoliv]

dxspereaux‌:

“There is no relationship Donny,” And yes, he’s doing the air quotes.”Or boyfriend Donny, there’s just Regular Donny and Malibu Donny.“

“I’m pretty sure relationship Liv is a myth,” she chuckled. “No one’s ever seen her. She’s like the Loch Ness Monster.” She looked to him. “I’m sorry, you said Malibu?”

[misszoeydeutch]

zoey deutch via her instagram story march 21, 2018.

[rothelp]

miscellaneous angst starters.

when were you going to tell me?

you can’t keep doing this to yourself.

that’s…a lot of blood.

can you walk?

please don’t lie to me.

you were supposed to leave.

i’m not going anywhere without you.

shh, it’s okay. it was just a dream.

there was nothing more you could have done.

it wasn’t your fault.

this is all my fault.

you aren’t acting like yourself.

i’m never going to let [her/him/them] hurt you again.

you’re hurting me.

don’t ever do that again.

go to hell.

please don’t cry.

you have to stay awake.

i wish i could take the pain away.

you could have died.

hey – stay with me.

it’ll be over soon.

did you ever love me?

i’m sorry. i can’t do this anymore.

things won’t always hurt this bad.

you passed out.

how much have you had?

i’m okay. it’s all fine.

it’s not okay! you’re not fine!

let me get you something for the pain.

it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.

it’s clearly not nothing.

have you been to the doctor?

i didn’t mean the things i said.

i thought we meant something.

people who are okay don’t act like this.

you don’t have to go through this by yourself.

i don’t want you to be alone.

please don’t regret me.

i heard you crying.

you need to get some rest.

when was the last time you ate something?

i’m worried about you.

did you have another nightmare?

[name], there’s nobody there.

i want to be happy but i don’t think i deserve it.

please talk to me.

why are you mad at me?

alcohol isn’t going to solve your problems.

don’t leave me.

did you do this to yourself?

it’s breaking my heart to see you like this.

tell me what’s wrong.

tell me how to make it better.

why don’t you care?

get the hell away from me.

please don’t do this.

i can’t believe that you lied to me.

just…stay for the night.

you obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you.

you can’t die. i won’t let you.

just hang on, okay?

hold my hand if you need to.

i’m sorry.

why do you have a gun?

don’t panic.

just breathe.

you’re bleeding.

i’m trying to stop the bleeding.

you’ve been crying, i can tell.

you should have told me sooner.

i wanted to tell you in person.

a phone call would’ve been nice.

i hate you.

i love you.

[onelifetoliv]

benreillyscarletspider‌: 

Ben moved his hands to Liv’s shoulders instinctively as she positioned herself between him and her current task, the urge to make physical contact with her omnipresent whenever he was with her. Gazing down at the choices she’d presented him with, he pointed at the latter option. “Definitely the Santa. That way you can save the penguin ones for another holiday, like a kid’s birthday party. Y’know, if they’re really into penguins.” It seemed practical to him, but he still couldn’t resist being a little silly with her.

Placing his hand back onto her shoulder, he caressed her gently and watched her work. He mused on how lucky he felt to have her in his life; the amount of gifts he’d gotten for the people in his life was much smaller than what she was putting together, and Liv represented a significant percentage of it.

She eyed both of the wrapping papers and set the penguins aside. There was no reason she couldn’t wrap one in Santa and one in the penguins anyways. “How many children do you see me hanging out with?” she asked, laughing softly. Her body instinctively leaned into his hands and she wondered if any more wrapping was even going to get done now that he was here. Liv tilted her head back and looked at him. “I do have an idea though...” Liv kissed his wrist and then stood from the floor to disappear into her bedroom.

Liv reappeared a few moments later with a wrapped rectangular box. It even had a bow on it. She sat down beside him on the couch and adjusted her glasses again. “I really don’t think I can wait any longer to give you this...” she said, cheeks tinging pink. Her eyes caught his for a moment before she glanced down at the box. 

[onelifetoliv]

streetsofsecrets‌: 

      “My grandfather built it!” Well, on his parental side, that is. It is hard for Salvatore to get into the accomplishments of his ancestors when he has a task at hand. With a big home naturally comes a multitude of closets to store unused clothing away. Sal peered into the nearest closet; the one between the living room and pristine dining room for his coat. While there had been multiple coats hung up, he knew that none of them had his keys. 

      With that, Salvatore comes to the conclusion that it must be located in his study. Hustling along, he waves a hand down at Olivia. “Get comfortable!” He orders, basically implying that he - a old man, would take forever to get ready. Before she could sit down, marvel at every decorative piece in the house, Sal said something that would make a chill run through her body. 

     “HEY DOLLY!” He shouted his wife’s name like some sort of hooligan, like he was a seventeen year old looking for attention.

     “We got a house guest!” 

Liv’s about to sit on a rather expensive looking sofa when her heart drops into her stomach and manages to get caught in her throat all at once. She’s not sure whether to sit down, run for the door, or say a quick prayer. Breathing was even forgotten until she noticed she began to feel lightheaded. Inhaling deeply through her nose, she straightened out once again and stood awkwardly in the middle of the living room.

Why he couldn’t have just grabbed one of the many coat options by the front door was beyond her. She’d never met a man before who took more time to get ready than any female she had ever known. Then again, Sal was unlike any man she had ever known. Usually the company she kept was forty years younger. Her thoughts were only occupied for so long before remembering Delores was in the house. 

Her eyes darted to every door and window she could see from her spot in the living room. Any way of escape she could find. 

“This was a bad idea,” she mumbled to herself. 

[anotherdamnrpmemeblog]

things that are hard to hear.

**possible triggers - abuse / death / suicidal implications change pronouns as needed for things you’d WANT to hear, click here!!

❝ i don’t want you in my life anymore. ❞

❝ i don’t want to have a relationship with you. ❞

❝ she’s not coming home. ❞

❝ that wasn’t meant for you. ❞

❝ i don’t love you, okay? i never did. i never will. ❞

❝ you’re wasting my time. ❞

❝ you’re wasting your time. ❞

❝ you’re not listening to me! ❞

❝ i feel like i can’t tell you anything. ❞

❝ you’re too late. ❞

❝ you don’t give yourself enough credit. ❞

❝ you don’t give me enough credit. ❞

❝ it’s time for things to change. ❞

❝ you failed me. ❞

❝ fuck you. ❞

❝ i can see right through you. ❞

❝ things are getting bad again. ❞

❝ are things getting bad again? ❞

❝ move on. ❞

❝ that’s on you. that’s your fault. ❞

❝ you’re holding on to things that are holding you back. ❞

❝ you haven’t changed. ❞

❝ i’m not changing my mind. ❞

❝ i’m dying. ❞

❝ you’re good – but you’re not as good as you could be. ❞

❝ it’s always about you. ❞

❝ nobody cares about your problems. ❞

❝ i don’t trust you. ❞

❝ you’re being taken advantage of! ❞

❝ i feel like you’re taking advantage of me. ❞

❝ did you hear what she said about you? ❞

❝ life isn’t fair. suck it up. ❞

❝ i didn’t mean i liked you that way– ❞

❝ maybe it’s better this way. ❞

❝ i wish i’d never met you. ❞

❝ you ruin my happiness. ❞

❝ i think we should see other people. ❞

❝ i’m not ready to settle down. ❞

❝ i want to love someone like you love me. ❞

❝ you can do anything you set your mind to, but you won’t. ❞

❝ stop crying. ❞

❝ don’t come back. ❞

❝ i’m not coming back. ❞

❝ i don’t care enough about you to hate you. ❞

❝ i feel like you’re dragging me down with you. ❞

❝ why don’t you smile anymore? ❞

❝ something happened today. ❞

❝ i don’t want to do this anymore. ❞

❝ stop letting it get to you. ❞

❝ i’m sorry. ❞

❝ i’m not sorry. ❞

❝ you’re not sorry. ❞

[eternallypetite]

not to be dramatic but ship with me

[onelifetoliv]

samenkomen‌: 

an    eyebrow    pops    at    her    comment.         shoving    his    hand    into    his    pocket       &       replacing    the    pack    for    a    zippo.           handing    it   over.            engraved    lighter    a    gift    from    his   real   brother.          his    boss        &        best    friend.            establishing    eye    contact    with    a    shrug.           “someone   shot    it.”            he    responds.              smirking    slightly.            “a    lot.”           enough    to    require    a    replacement.            “&    you’re    right.         it    is    a    little    crude.           but    it   does    the    job    well    enough.”    

She mindlessly ran her thumb along the lighter as he spoke and then looked down at it. There were some words engraved on the surface, but Liv was quick to light the cigarette instead of reading it. Didn’t want to pry into a strangers personal life. Especially when that stranger apparently had had his hand shot at... a lot. Handing the lighter back, she inhaled softly on the cigarette and then inhaled. “So... when you say shot at... You mean, like, with a gun obviously,” she stammered. “That’s fuckin’ rough.”

[onelifetoliv]

benreillyscarletspider‌: 

“It’s only freezing in the literal sense.” Ben pointed out with a smirk, more than used to positively bone-chilling New York winters. Besides, he’d swung over to Liv’s place in his suit, which was at least partly insulated to the cold. He gave her a kiss on the forehead and followed her inside, taking a seat on her couch and getting comfortable. “I see you’re busy wrapping. Do you need a hand?” The offer was genuine, but the sly smirk that turned up one corner of his mouth belied his interest in getting a peek at whatever she’d gotten him.

Her body instinctively leaned against him as he kissed her forehead and she smiled, adjusting her glasses. “Nice try,” she said, watching him plop down on the sofa. “I have already wrapped yours and hid them in a place you will not find.” Liv sat back on the floor and settled between his legs. She grabbed another gift and eyed her choices in wrapping paper. “Do you like the penguins more or vintage Santa?” she asked, tilting her head back to look up at him. The gift was a leather bound journal for one of her professors. 

[onelifetoliv]

streetsofsecrets‌: 

      What Salvatore has on is a red polo shirt and slacks that, of course, would suffice in the warmth of his home. But out there? 

     “Well, lemme get dressed first.” Even the tip of his nose feels cold from just standing in the doorway. “Come in here,” he turns his back on Olivia, feeling that she can shut the door herself. “I had a stroke a few months back.” It’s absolutely horrid how he says this so casually. As though he made a business trip to Maine. 

     “I don’t want the wife and kids to start crying when they find out I got pneumonia.” 

She isn’t sure whether she’s more surprised to be invited into his home or the fact that he had a stroke and she hadn’t known.

Liv walks into the foyer of his home and closes the door behind her. Her eyes skim over the little details of what she can see. Her feet refuse to carry her further into the home. There was snow on her shoes and she almost felt as if she was intruding. So, she stayed tucked away by the door as she waited. 

“Your home is beautiful!” she called, hoping he could hear her.