#❛ ❪ interaction ⠀/⠀ nicole young.

[dannyriccsystem]

oscar having a crush on his sister’s best friend and asking her out, only to find out she’s had a crush on him ever since they were young

WHY DON’T YOU SIT RIGHT DOWN AND STAY AWHILE?

FORMULA ONE DRIVER X READER

Summary: Hattie’s closest friend seems to have a crush on her brother ^^

Warnings: Pure fluff, not proofread, Y/N usage

Featuring: Oscar Piastri x Sister’s BFF!Reader

FIRST OSCAR REQUEST, WHO ELSE CHEERED!

Cracking down on my requests today… Y’all are geniuses.

It started when they were young— Like, really young. Y/N and Hattie were attached at the hip since grade one, a pair of best friends who were damn near inseparable. By the time Y/N was thirteen, she had gained a spare key to the Piastri house, and was told by Nicole herself that she was “welcome anytime.”

She was close with the whole family, except two of them. Oscar Piastri, and his father Chris. The two of them were always out on their own, focusing on the legacy that Chris had set in stone for his son. It could have been any of them, sure. Eddie, May, Hattie… But Oscar had potential, and his father easily recognized that.

Nicole always described her singular son as “heartless.” Not in the mean way, either, but in the way where he lacked emotion and expression. It wasn’t weird to see him laugh or smile occasionally, but it definitely seemed unnatural for him. His passion came out when he was karting, that’s when Oscar truly shined.

Y/N remembered the exact day it blossomed. January 26th, 2016. The summer break in Australia was just finally beginning to come to an end, and that pre-school season high was hitting. That feeling where you’re both dreading and yearning your classes— On one hand, it’s a time to reconnect with friends. On the other, it’s a time to learn. Boring.

She was spending her last few days with Hattie, enjoying the time they had left before they barely saw each other. School days limited their time together to the weekends, and the occasional long break. After running around all day, enjoying their time in the Australian sun, Y/N went inside to use the bathroom.

Rather miraculously, she ended up in the eldest Piastri child’s bedroom. Her haste caused a silly mistake with the two rooms being found side by side. She was met with a bewildered Oscar, who was perched before his bed that adorned an open suitcase, packed full of clothes and other knickknacks.

“Oh, are you going somewhere?” Now seemed an odd time for a vacation. Plus, Hattie would have surely told her about whatever adventure her family was going on.

“No,” He replied curtly. He seemed to disregard her now, continuing with his packing. His lips were drawn into that typical expression— Blank and devoid of emotion. He didn’t seem sad nor happy. Just… There. “My dad and I are moving to the UK.”

He said it so casually, like it wasn’t a big deal. For just a moment she could see past that nonchalant facade as he turned his head away, one hand lifted to wipe his face. His voice gave away nothing, but she could tell he was trying to keep it together.

“Oh…” Unsure of what to say, she stood there silently. After regaining his composure, he began to zip up the suitcase. Y/N took a deep breath, fidgeting with her hands behind her back. “Well, uhm. I’ll… Miss you?” She could certainly have sounded more sure about it. It was phrased like a question.

He understood. They had only ever interacted briefly, and it was never one-on-one. Hattie was always there to guide the conversation, and the chatter never consisted of Oscar’s voice. Just his ears as he quietly listened. Nonetheless, he offered her a little smile. “Thanks.”

A beat of silence.

“I’ll miss you too.”

Y/N couldn’t explain why if she tried, but she carried those words with her permanently. Even as he moved away, and she stayed right where she was with everything she knew growing up, she clung onto those last few words. I’ll miss you too.

What she didn’t realize was that he was doing the same. He grew into his personality, shifting from that careless kid into an adult with a good sense of compassion. He was charming and lovable, his career pushing him into the limelight of school. There were various opportunities to move on and build a new relationship. It seemed like every time he turned a corner there was someone waiting for him with a confession in hand. And it seemed that after every corner, he left someone heartbroken.

When Oscar came to visit, it was weird. Y/N was still there, of course, occupying the space she always had. He felt like he wasn’t going to fit back in, like maybe his family had grown so much without him that they had learned to fill the barren hole, but every single time he found himself welcomed with open arms.

Much like the rest of his family, Y/N was there to celebrate the move into F1. It was around then they decided to exchange numbers and socials, allowing themselves to reconnect once more. She supported him quietly from afar, offering gentle reassurance that he’d always have one fan out in the crowds. Even if she wasn’t physically there.

DECEMBER 18TH, 2024-

12:30 PM.

It was just a few more days until Hattie’s birthday, which had already been meticulously and extravagantly planned by Y/N and Hattie’s boyfriend. They rented out this beautiful restaurant by the lakeside, which would perfectly reflect the stars at night, and create a beautiful atmosphere for her twenty-second birthday. All of this complete with a small firework show approved by the city.

It also doubles as a celebration for their favorite racer.

Oscar had flown in as well, happy to be there to support his sister despite the fact the 2024 season had just come to an end, with promising results for both himself and Mclaren. Y/N picked him up from the airport, and after he dropped his things off at the childhood home his parents still occupied, they went out to the nearby mall for lunch, and to go dress shopping.

“Is there a certain color scheme?” He questioned as he shifted through various racks. Growing up with three younger sisters, Oscar would like to say he had decent fashion sense.

“No,” Y/N replied, her hand brushing against his as she reached to grab one of the dresses along the rack he was shuffling in. She felt a shiver run down her spine, but she rolled her shoulders and shrugged the sensation off. “It’s a birthday party, not a wedding.”

He snorted, softly shaking his head, “Well you’ve certainly put in the effort of a wedding. You crossed the line when you mentioned the fireworks.” Y/N playfully rolled her eyes, holding up the dress she selected whilst looking in the mirror that hung at the end of the rack. Too fancy.

“She’s been my best friend for years,” She hung the dress back up, sifting through them some more before selecting another. “I want it to be special.” Another dud. She hung it back up and sighed.

“How about this one?” Oscar questioned, holding a dress out to her. Y/N accepted it, tilting her head as she examined her reflection. Flattering, simple, pretty. “Looks good to me.”

“Perfect.”

DECEMBER 21ST, 2024-

7:45 PM.

The night had gone perfectly. It was a family and friend’s exclusive experience, featuring the Piastri family, some of their other friends, Hattie, and her boyfriend. They dined expensively and laughed over ridiculous jokes, letting the high class facade fall to enjoy a spectacular night with people they loved and cherished.

Once she was finished with the late dinner, Y/N excused herself for some air. It was an exciting night, but that made it just as overwhelming as any other party. She went out onto the balcony on the second story of the restaurant, the orchestral music and soft chatter of longtime friends fading into the background.

The fresh air hit her arms first, causing goosebumps to line her skin. She rested against the railing, looking out over the starry lake that shimmered with the beauty of the sky.

“I thought I’d find you up here,” She perked up at the familiar voice of Oscar, causing her to straighten up and turn to look at him. She couldn’t help the cheesy grin that tilted her lips upwards, one that he easily matched. He stepped forward until he was beside her, resting his arms against the railing himself. Their shoulders brushed together, but neither pulled away. “Why’re you here?”

“Why are you here?” She rebutted with a playful tone, both brows raised. Her eyes were pinned to the lake, but Oscar’s… His gaze never left her.

“I was looking for you.” Her attention faltered, and she found herself looking at him with an expression of confusion. “Lots of people I don’t know. Guess that’s what I get for living so far away,” He spoke softly, like a whisper.

Almost in sync, both of them looked away again. “Guess that just means you need to visit more often.” The moment drifted off into comfortable silence, both of them enjoying the presence of distant friends. Each yearned for more.

It was only broken by the bustling laughter from bellow. The dinner party had traveled outside in preparation for the surprise fireworks show, but with them came loud laughter. The music had died down now, leaving room for the crackle and explosion of bright lights, infecting the sky with neon colors.

Even with this blazing spectacle above him, Oscar couldn’t tear his gaze away from her. She was witnessing those fireworks firsthand, while he witnessed them through the reflection of her captivating eyes. “Wow,” She muttered under her breath, taken aback by just how beautiful they were.

“Wow.” He repeated, staring like a lovestruck fool. “Y/N,” he spoke firmly. It took her a moment, but she looked from the night sky to him, only to find him staring intently already.

“Yeah?” He leaned in, and at first she felt uncertain. But eventually, she followed his lead.

“I love you.”

Their lips pressed together in an electrifying manner, sparks flying just as the fireworks died down. When it was time to pull away, she felt her breath catch in her throat.

“I love you too.”

Even though they spent it alone, the rest of their night was filled with just as much laughter and mirth.

[satansapostle6]

Love The Sinner | Dexter Morgan

Dexter Morgan, a vigilante serial killer hiding in plain sight, loses sleep for the first time in his life when he’s met with the very last thing he expected: a kindred spirit.

Warnings: Violence. Mature language and themes. Sexual content.

Part One. Eyes of Darkness.

Most people, when they’re getting arrested, shit their pants with fear. Some scream, some cry. Some rage, and some try to run, and some just freeze. That’s what you usually see, when you’re in your parents’ living room, and your dad can’t wait to turn on the TV to the channel dickety-six news, of all things. But sometimes, people have other reactions when being handcuffed and shoved in the back of a squad car. Sometimes people enjoy it, for one reason or another. I smiled when Miami Metro put me in cuffs on the news. Laughed, even. You see my story is many things, but boring certainly isn’t one of them.

Let’s start simple. My name is Nicole Carvalho, and as of today, America knows me as ‘Murderous MILF’. You really can’t make these things up; I love this country. I keep reminding myself, if I ever go free, I need to clip that out of the newspapers. But see, right now, at this very moment, I’m sitting alone in an almost blindingly white interrogation room at the precinct, waiting for a cop to question me while they study me on the surveillance footage. I can’t lie, I’m sitting back right now in my chair, smirking. You see, I killed the men who violated and later took my baby girl’s life, and I’m currently very pleased with myself.

I don't think my grandfather pictured this when he left Brazil. This truly is the American dream; committing a crime and letting your own peers decide whether or not it was justified. In all honesty, a jury will be much kinder to me than ‘God’ has been. So, I figured I’d let myself have this one thing. I think I waited about a half an hour before they sent someone in; a female detective. They must’ve figured a matching vagina couldn’t hurt. The first thing I noticed about this detective was that she was strikingly young; close to my age. I’m thirty-six, so I would estimate her to be maybe a little younger.

But apart from her age, the next thing I noticed about this detective was that she was very robotic in how she interacted with me; she didn’t necessarily look like she wanted to be there. She barely looked up at me when she came in, holding my files and looking down at them like a teenager doing a presentation in high school.

“So. Nicole Carvalho. I’m Detective Morgan.”

She sits down across from me less like I’m a murder suspect and more like she’s interviewing me for a secretary job. I look at her, sitting forward as I join her in the conversation, still smug as ever. I think she was secretly hoping I’d say it, the four words that usually drove most cops insane that, for some reason, no one ever thinks to say in the movies.

“I want my lawyer.”

I smile as I say it. Detective Morgan also smiles, looking down at the table before getting up. I’ll never forget how pleased she sounded.

“Guess that means I can’t ask you anymore questions.”

She gets up and walks out, and that’s the end of it. In all honesty, I don’t think she was looking forward to questioning a woman about the murder of her daughter’s rapist. After the detective left me alone, I was allowed to call myself the lawyer that I had in mind. This, of course, was a friend of a friend, a perfectly shady guy named Johnny Bertelli, who was, in the nicest way possible, a fucking scum bag. You see, I work as a project manager at a marketing firm, so I’ve met my fair share of good lawyers, but Johnny was the fucking best.

He made Johnnie Cochran look like an idiot. He was the kind of lawyer who laughed at the prosecution in court, and I needed him. So there i was, in the Miami Metro precinct punching a number I’d gotten off Google into a wall phone. I looked around the precinct as I waited for someone to pick up, and suddenly it was like I felt a pair of eyes on me. I turned around, and I saw a pretty timid, mild-mannered looking guy who seemed as if he’d been standing there trying to figure out how to get my attention.

But the strange thing was, he didn’t seem to want my attention, at all, actually. If anything, he seemed perturbed by the fact that I was looking his way. I looked over at him, not knowing what the fuck his story could’ve been. Miami’s a weird place, because in this moment, I realized the guy wandering the precinct in a Polo and khakis could very well be an employee. I looked at the guy, not knowing what he could’ve wanted with me as I struggled with the phone. Funny enough, he actually just wanted to be helpful.

“You gotta press pound,” he says quietly, “For the call to go through,” and I almost laugh.

I appreciate the odd moment, just thanking him.“Thank you.”

He just nods, and says nothing as he quietly retreats to wherever it was he came from. I took his advice, and sure enough, the phone worked and patched me through to Johnny’s office. I wasn’t quite sure at the time, seeing as I was obviously a bit preoccupied, but I felt that strange man’s eyes linger on me for a moment. Even as I turned around, I could sense his surreal sort of presence that he had. Sure, I was used to having men’s leering eyes on me out in public; it was hardly unusual. But this was different.

Like he was less looking at my body and flesh, but more so imagining what was underneath it.

*****

The next couple years of my life were eventful, to say the fucking least. Johnny of course advised me to take my case to trial instead of taking a plea, for obvious reasons; there was no way any jury was going to give me the maximum sentence, or God forbid, the death penalty. I was a single mother who stabbed her twelve year-old daughter’s rapist seventeen times. In the eyes of the public, I was practically a fucking hero. Johnny’s confident that any jury would feel sympathetic to me, despite the brutality of what I’d done. As he says, the facts are still there.

My neighbor, a weasley little creep named George Randall got me, and my Isabelle, to trust him, and took advantage of her in the worst way. Then she killed herself, because of what he did, and I had to find out through a note left on her desk for me to find. So, I went to George’s with an empty baking dish of his, and once he let me in, I whipped out the knife I’d borrowed from him, the same knife I used to use to cook for my little girl, and I made his stomach burst like a water balloon. At this point, I’d already chosen to show little remorse for the crime I’d committed, feeling perfectly at peace with the possibility of prison, or the death penalty.

But Johnny said there was probably no need to be too fearful of either. He’d even told me there was a possibility I’d just get a few years, and then parole, or something, and I wasn’t sure that wasn’t bullshit, but I also liked his confidence. The reality of it was, Johnny had made much worse people look way better. To him, my case was already closed. All I had to do was play the part of the grieving mother, which took no effort on my part. I had to wait almost a year for my case to go to trial, which I of course did outside of a cell.

This gave me enough time to get all my affairs in order, or so to speak. My job was okay for the time being, and I knew I’d probably still have it so long as I wasn’t convicted of murder, given my ‘years of dedicated service’. Things were going to be relatively fine, eventually, but for now, I was stuck being paraded around like a jester on some twisted apology tour for avenging my daughter’s death. I’m a pretty good actor, but even my patience has its limits. And maybe wearing my white So Kate’s to court wasn’t necessarily the best judgement call.

But Johnny, being more than worth the money I pay him, made it work. I walked into the courtroom with him, humble and graceful, and didn’t let my eyes linger so as not to appear guilty. But even then, I caught a glimpse of him in the room. The guy who helped me with the phone. He was watching my trial, probably just as a police department employee. Probably.

“Will the defendant please rise?”

I complied with Judge Willis’s request, with my trusty guard dog by my side. I remained dignified, my head held high, but not too high, of course, as the proceedings began.

“Miss Carvalho. How do you plead?”

“Not guilty, your honor,” I told him.

The damage was done. My fate rested entirely in the hands of twelve strangers, and for some reason, there was a thirteenth who seemed oddly invested in the outcome.

-

Part Two.

[daisyblog]

Audition

Young Love Masterlist Summary: Louis auditions for The X Factor, One Direction is formed and the boys meet YN and Mia.

With an eight month old Mia sat on YN’s lap, biting at her little bunny’s ear as she held it tight in her hand, they both kept Louis company whilst he got ready, readjusting his tie as he looked in the mirror.

“Dada!”.

“Does Daddy look smart? Would you give me a yes?”. Louis turned to the sound of Mia’s voice, reminding him why he was doing what he was doing.

YN smiled at their interaction, quickly lifting Mia up so she could have a cuddle with Louis. “Say it’s definitely a yes from us”.

Louis looked between his daughter and YN, a large smile appeared replacing the nerves. “My biggest supports ey”.

“Always!”. They shared a sweet peck before Jay called upstairs to tell them it was time to leave.

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Jay and YN stood at the side of the stage as Louis walked to his spot in front of the judges. Mia was in her mother’s arms, looking around and fascinated by the lights and the busy backstage area.

“Hello!”. Louis Walsh greeted Louis who wore a large grin, showing of his young white smile.

”Hiya, you alright?”. Louis brought the microphone up to his mouth, the nerves began to kick in.

“What’s your name?”.

Still wearing his toothy grin, he spoke into the microphone. “I’m Louis Tomlinson!”.

“Louis Tomlinson…and Louis how old are you?”.

“I’m eighteen!”.

“Eighteen…and where are you from?”. Louis continued to ask questions trying to get to know the young boy more.

“I’m from Doncaster!”. The audience sat behind the judges burst into cheers and clapping at the name of the town.

“Doncaster…and why do you think you’ve got The X Factor?”. The older judge asked the big question.

“I-I…I dunno I just love singing and this means so much to me…and I wanna do me daughter proud”. Louis let the words flow out, trying not to let his nerves get the better of him.

At the mention of having a daughter, Nicole couldn’t help but join in with the questions. “Awe you have a daughter?”.

“Uh yeah…she backstage”. Louis explained, taking a glance back at his mum, YN and Mia.

“How old is she?”.

“Eight months!”. Louis’ shoulders naturally rises with pride when he talks about Mia.

Nicole gave Louis a sweet smile. “I’m sure she’s very proud of you”.

After checking what song he was going to audition with, the judges gave Louis the go ahead to begin.

Backstage, Jay wrapped her arm around YN as they both stood praying that he would get the answers he was desperate to hear.

“When I was young…I never knew…What this thing called love…Could do to you…But since you been gone…And I've been on my own…I've been feeling quite peculiar…But I'll get by without your smile…I'll get through without you…But I wish it was me you chose…I wish it was me you chose…I wish it was me you chose…I wish it was me you chose-”.

Simon raised his hand to stop him. Louis looked up, annoyed with himself that Simon had asked him what other songs he had prepared for his audition.

“Hey There Delilah!”.

“Yeah yeah!”. Simon encouraged Louis to sing the alternative song instead. Jay and YN began to worry that the judges may not give Louis the chance he deserved.

“Oh, it's what you do to me…Oh, it's what you do to me…Oh, it's what you do to me…Oh, it's what you do to me, what you do to me”.

Louis couldn’t help but explain how nervous he was and Nicole reminded him that she thinks he has an amazing connection with music and she really likes him.

Simon complimented Louis on his style, the uniqueness in his voice and how much he liked him too. Louis Walsh explained how likeable he was and he could see how people were going to root for him.

“I’m saying yes!”. Louis gave the first yes.

“I’m saying yes!”.

“Louis, you’ve got three yeses!”.

Louis’ smile got bigger and bigger with each yes. “Thank you so much!”.

Walking off the stage, he was greeted by two excited women and a little baby who oblivious to what was happening.

YN jumped into Louis’ arms, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’m so proud of you!”.

Mia was now in Jay’s arms, but that didn’t stop her from pulling her first born in for a cuddle. “I’m so proud of you my boy!”.

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Louis had gone through to the bootcamp stage of the competition, which required the contestants to perform a choreographed dance routine and sing another song to the judges.

It has been a couple of days and YN and Mia had been by Louis’ side the entire time, staying at a hotel near by so Louis could still see his young daughter.

When Louis’ name wasn’t called to go through to judges houses, YN and Jay prepared themselves to comfort a disappointed and upset Louis.

As they both waited outside of the building ready to wrap Louis up in their arms full of warmth and love, YN couldn’t stop her thought from spiralling out. “It’s their loss anyway…they can’t see good talent when it’s right in front of them…Louis went in there and gave it his all…I’m not watching X Factor again”.

But little to YN’s knowledge that inside the building that a plan is being put together. A member of the grew had explained that some people had been called back to the stage.

“Zayn Malik…Liam Payne…Harry Styles…Niall Horan…and Louis Tomlinson”.

The five young lads stood together in a line in front of the judges, waiting in anticipation of what was going to be said. They had experienced a lot of upset and disappointment in the last hour and they couldn’t handle anymore rejection.

“You’re too talent to let go of…we think it would be a good idea to have two separate groups”. Nicole explained to the two groups stood on stage.

“We’ve decided to put you both through!”.

Each of the five boys exploded with happiness, moving around the stage, jumping onto eachother and crying into the others arms.

As soon as Louis saw his mum, YN and Mia, he ran towards them shouting with happiness and excitement. “I’m though…I’m in a band!”.

“Wait…what? But I just said I’m not going to watch X Factor anymore because they didn’t put you through”. YN wore a a confused look on her face, wondering what had changed since she had last spoken to Louis.

“Well you’re gonna have to bloody watch it now ‘cause we’re through to judges houses!”. Louis pulled his mum, YN and Mia into his arms for a much needed family cuddle.

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For the boys to get to know each other and practice for their trip to judges houses, they all went to stay at Harry’s step-father’s house in Holmes Chapel for a week.

Despite it being a two hour journey from Holmes Chapel to Doncaster, the four boys had agreed to travel with Louis back to his hometown to see YN and Mia, knowing how much he was missing them.

“So what’s YN like then Lou?”. Liam asked as they got closer to Louis’ mum’s house.

“She’s special…she’s uh…she’s kind, she’s beautiful inside and out…and she’s an amazing mum to our Mia”. Louis had missed YN and Mia the last few days, but talking about them made him realise how hard this journey with the band was going to be.

“I still cant believe you have a daughter man…that’s just crazy”. Niall was still in disbelief that Louis had a young child.

“Well you’re about to see Dad Louis”. He announced as he took a turn into his mum’s driveway.

Knowing Louis and the boys were on their way, YN couldn’t help but keep checking by the window to see if they had arrived. She paced back and forth, trying to patiently wait for their arrival.

Once YN spots Louis’ car pull up into the driveway, she quickly picks Mia up from her place on the playmat where she had been playing with some toys. Opening the front door, she was greeted with five smiling faces.

“There’s my girls!”. Louis wasn’t embarrassed to show the boys this side of his life, in fact he was proud of his young little family.

The boys gave Louis a little space to share a much needed kiss and cuddle with YN, before he introduced them.

“Boys…this is YN…YN this is Liam, Zayn, Niall and Harry!”.

“Hi!”. YN gave each of them a sweet smile, knowing this was a big moment for them too.

“Dada!”. His favourite little voice spoke. Mia giving him a gummy smile.

Louis reached forward for Mia, holding her close to him. “And this is my little Mia!”. He turned to face the four boys. “Can you say hello?”. Louis tried to encourage Mia to wave.

“Hello…we’ve heard a lot about you”. Liam spoke to the young baby in Louis’ arms.

“Your dad talks about you all the time”. Harry was next to make a fuss.

“She’s the image of you isn’t she Lou”. Zayn observed from his spot next to Harry.

“I don’t really know how to talk to babies”. Niall said when he realised he hasn’t said anything.

The group shared an ice breaking giggle together but what set them off into more laughter was Mia giving Niall a toothless grin.

“Do you all want to come in? I can make you all a drink”. YN stood aside to allow the four boys into their home.

YN stood back and watched in awe at how the four boys had settled quickly and sat on the floor helping Mia to build with her blocks. Her little laugh appearing whenever one do them jokingly knocked it down.

“I guess Mia has four uncles now”. YN whispered to Louis as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

“Our family has just got bigger!”.

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[takusan-no-ai]

Heart Shaker

PAIRING: Nicole/Anby/Mana x Male Reader (Romantic) (Separate)

SUMMARY: They have a crush on (Y/N), Phaethon’s younger brother.

Nicole always had a liking for you; mostly because you’d let her get away with late payments more so than your siblings. She knew of the fact that Belle and Wise kept you unaware of their “other job”. But she never bothered to hide what her job was. You always knew who she was, Nicole often showing off unabashedly.

Being the little brother of Phaethon, even if by only a handful of years, meant that you were the baby of the family. And to Nicole you were exactly that for a while. Though that all changed when she heard you’d found out about Phaethon. Suddenly your personality did a major 180. You became more assertive and mystifying; for the life of her, she couldn’t explain why you were attractive.

It didn’t help that your new attitude led to a weird dynamic between the two of you. You would tease Nicole for being so money hungry, she’d complain about you being stingy, the usual back and forth; then next thing she knows Phaethon’s younger brother is complimenting her new outfit while simultaneously judging her spending habits. All with a smirk on his face.

Nicole could tell there was slightly more aggressiveness behind your actions. She assumed it likely had to do with all the secrecy from everyone, including herself. Before you would patiently follow along with her whims like an obedient child. Now you’re grabbing her hand and leading her towards the store with the best sales.

Nicole ran as fast as she could, a mobster chasing her. Why? She didn’t pay her debts in time and kept coming up with excuses. The rest of Gentle House was busy being pursued too. But poor Nicole couldn’t seem to get the guy off her tail.

Eventually she found herself rounding the corner of Sixth Street when bam! She face planted right onto a young man’s chest. She also felt something hot burn her skin.

Hot coffee. It spilled on her, on the man, and mostly on the mobster chasing her; specifically on his face. She looked up only to lock eyes with (Y/N). The very same who looked down at her with a scowl. His shirt was stained and the little bit of skin she could see was clearly irritated, burning red.

“Nicole…,” he stared down at her. She quickly shot up and grabbed his arm, dragging him away.

“We can talk later! For now let’s go!” And gone like the wind, the pair fleeted to the safe haven that was Random Play. There she finally caught her breath, leaning against the wall.

The rustling sound of fabric drew her eyes towards a sight Nicole would subconsciously store in her memory forever. There stood (Y/N) as he casually stripped off his shirt. His eyes fell over towards Nicole, still agitated.

She sheepishly grinned with a small blush glowing on her face. “Sorry about that—” she didn’t get a chance to even finish her sentence. (Y/N) banged the wall, entrapping Nicole between him, shirtless, with their faces so close she could feel his breath.

His scowl turned into a small smile. It was innocent looking. A stark contrast to his actions. He leaned in closer. Nicole blushed more, bracing for a kiss.

“You owe me a coffee. That’s 1500 dennies. My dry cleaning. Add another 1500. That guy is going to send more of his goons over here. I’ll have to cover for you. Add 2000 dennies. And I’ll add interest depending on how long it takes you pay me back.”

All of that with a smile on his face.

Anby was…aware that you didn’t know of your siblings side job. But she didn’t care much for it. Rather, Anby just liked spending time with you. “Two peas in a pod,” was the general sentiment others had when watching you interact. The comfortable silence as a movie played and burger wrappers piled up. That was your typical way of bonding.

Unfortunately you found out about Phaethon, and that led to a distance forming between you and Anby. She didn’t realize until it happened, but she missed hanging out with the younger brother of Random Play. The loneliness was extreme. It consumed her. And Anby couldn’t understand it. She had Nicole, Billy, Nekomata, and so many others. Yet your existence seemed to have the greatest impact on her.

For a while she couldn’t think properly; her chatter lessened, as did her snacking on burgers. All the movies Anby would watch were sad and she had begun sighing all the time. It was painfully obvious to others that she was upset. But surprisingly it didn’t deter her at all; in fact Anby saw this as the perfect opportunity to confront you.

So she waited quite impatiently for you at Random Play. So much so that Belle and Wise decided to let her sleep on the couch. Eventually you did make leave your room, and it was then that you were tackled back inside by Anby herself. You, slightly shaken up and backed away to the wall. Anby, locking the door and standing before you.

“Anby? What the heck is this about?!” (Y/N) questioned her, startled out of his mind. She marched towards him with a glum expression. Her eyes darted back and forth, not knowing what to look at; she finally got what she wanted, but now what?

She huffed and grabbed (Y/N) by the shoulders. “I’m sorry.”

(Y/N) looked at her bewildered. Anby watched him with bated breath. “For what?”

“For…,” she paused. Why is she apologizing? (Y/N) looked down at Anby, finally piecing it together.

“I’m sorry, Anby. I know you didn’t have anything to do with my sister and brother hiding Phaethon from me. It’s just…I was really…angry. Upset. Even embarrassed to an extent. I didn’t intend to hurt you, but I’m sorry that I did.” He held her in a tight embrace, his breath brushing against her skin.

Now Anby had a new problem. She was happy. Too happy. Her heart was beating fast, her stomach felt all scrunched up, and her face was getting hot. She hugged him back ever so slightly. A small smile forming on both of their faces.

“Want to get some burgers and watch a movie?” (Y/N) suggested. He waited for a response, but never received one. Confused, the young man looked down at Anby. There she clang on tighter than before, eyes closed with a blissful sigh.

(Y/N) nudged her, still confused and slightly blushing himself. “Anby?”

“I like this beat.”

“What beat?”

“Our hearts.”

Mana didn’t know you were even related to Belle and Wise; she thought you were just very close to them. That them calling you “lil bro” was just a term of endearment. That’s how it was for Mana back in her old gang. It wasn’t until you found out about Phaethon that she finally realized. She had begun to think back at all the things she’d said to you.

Safe to say she was pretty embarrassed. Now your confused faces back then make much more sense. “It’s almost like you’re related to them.” “You live with them?!” “You work pretty hard for someone that’s just an employee.” And some more. How come no one told her? Now she felt awkward around you; Mana wasn’t one to trash talk but she did jest about your siblings a lot…what if you were upset at that?

Add on to your new grumpy attitude and new closed off demeanor, there just didn’t seem to be a right time to approach the subject. She didn’t really care much for the Phaethon situation, but she did feel a smidge of guilt; your opinion meant a lot to Mana, and for reasons she couldn’t explain, the thought of you being disappointed in her made her heart break.

She’d pace around Sixth Street with her head in the clouds. Thinking back about all the times you’d spent together: fishing, playing pranks on her fellow Cunning Hares, and just relaxing underneath the sunshine. She already felt like she’d found a home in Gentle House. But when she was around you it felt like even more than that. There was an intense feeling of excitement with you that Billy, Anby, nor Nicole provided.

She kept pacing back and forth in front of Sixth Street so long her paws started to ache. Her ears twitching as her tail swung in frustration. “There’s no way he’s mad about it. Simple jokes are just that. But…ugh! I keep overthinking it.” She crouched down with her hands gripping her hair.

“Why am I overthinking it! We’re just friends—there’s nothing to worry about.” Her heart stung when she thought of that word. Friends. Why did that word hurt so much? And why was she so worried about (Y/N)’s opinion of her? He had other things to do. She probably wasn’t even on his mind…

And now she made herself even more upset. Mana had to fight back her tears. A soft hand patting her head brought Mana back to reality. She jumped backwards in shock, landing on her back and hunching over in pain.

“Nekomata, are you okay?” (Y/N) asked her. She looked up at him with wide eyes. Only to then quickly turn away, wiping her eyes and standing up. Now she felt anxious. (Y/N) grabbed her hand and dragged her inside Random Play.

“Eh? What are you doing?!” She freaked out. Mana didn’t want him touching her hands when they were so sweaty.

“If you keep pacing in front the store you’ll drive away customers.” He chided.

“What customers?” Mana hissed back. She immediately looked down, regretting what she just said. It wasn’t wrong, but it wasn’t going to help build the atmosphere she wanted to better understand whatever…this was.

He guided her into the employee lounge, sitting down with her on the couch. She fidgeted next to him with her hands gripping each other tightly. “Hey. I know you’ve been a little…upset. So I—”

“It’s not you. It’s them.” He grumbled softly. Mana smiled happily, her eyes glowing bright.

“Really?! Then we can still be friends?” She asked while shaking his arm. Even though she was happy to not be his source of anger, Mana still hated the way that word made her feel.

(Y/N) shook his head. Mana’s face fell in confusion.

“I don’t want to just be your friend.” He pulled her into his arms and held her softly.

“Even when I was frustrated…the thought of you made it all seem bearable. I want to be with you as more than a friend.” He blushed furiously, never having been this open about his emotions before.

Oh…so thats what this feeling is. That’s why her heart kept breaking. And that’s why it was now beating so fast she was getting lightheaded. Mana’s face resembled (Y/N)’s, and so she chose to hide it on his chest.

“Wha-What makes you think I’ll say y-yes?”

“Because I heard you rambling about me outside Random Play.”

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[nenzeniatko]

Some random co09 headcanons because I just got on this app and I'm bored:

° Nicole used to be a "weird kid". I have a strong feeling she used to watch anime and read manga or stuff like that before she realised how school hierarchy works. Soooo while interacting with Jeffrey she cringes not only because he's weird but also because he reminds her how cringe SHE used to be.

IN ADDITION to that I just wanna remind you that she made fun of Crispin saying that ©«pop-punk's for boring sub-urban kids who wanna live in LA» but she herself likes MCR (which is considered to be pop-punk) and she moves to LA right after winning the case against Mr. White. You got my point, right?

° Jecka at least once put a sticker while tanning to get that Playboy bunny tan tattoo.

° Emily really likes pickles. A random one, I just saw a girl making video about liking pickles and she looked EXACTLY like Emily in my imagination.

° Megan's dream role is Christine Daée but she either can't sing at all or she can but she's an alto. She and Hunter have dressed up as Christine and Erik on Halloween.

° Nicole looks like Amy Lee, Jecka looks like young Britney Spears, Emily looks like Avril Lavigne (half-canon), Ari looks like Hayley Williams (just Google her with cherry red hair), Megan looks like a mix between Emma Watson and Kristen Stewart, Kelly looks like Miley Cyrus and idk about Karen, sorry.

[lexalovesbooks]

five books with aroace main characters you say....please share 👀

You are super in luck anon because almost as soon as i posted that I started compiling a list of all the ace/aro-spec books I could remember reading, these are all across a big variety of genres and age categories but all the mcs fall somewhere on the aro-ace spectrum (and personal faves are bolded)

Every Heart a Doorway by Seanan McGuire: I think most people here know this one. A world where children sometimes disappear through magical doorways to other worlds, and sometimes return. When this happens, they usually are desperate to find a way back. Nancy is one of these children, looking for a way back to an underworld of living statues that has become her home while also trying to find a murderer at the boarding school full of other children looking for their own doorways back to their worlds. Asexual mc

Summer Bird Blue by Akemi Dawn Bowman: Rumi, a teenager whose younger sister recently died, moves to Hawaii to spend a few months with her aunt, where she tries to piece together who she is without her sister and rediscover her love of songwriting, something she and her sister always did together. Aro-ace questioning mc

Forward March by Skye Quinlan: Harper, a student at a prestigious high school whose father is running for president, deals with school, marching band, and a presidential campaign all while trying to figure out if she really likes the girl and fellow bandmate who recently was catfished by someone pretending to be Harper. Ace lesbian mc

All Systems Red by Martha Wells: This one is pretty popular too, idc. Murderbot is a self-named human-bot construct (think cyborg, but manufactured specifically for security purposes) who hacked its own governer module to gain free will, and then used that free will to continue doing its job while watching thousands of hours worth of space soap operas. Unfortunately, its existence of efficiently half-assing keeping humans safe is disrupted by a group of clients who end up in hot water, all while being unexpectedly concerned with its state of freedom and the status of its personhood. Aro-ace agender mc

Elatsoe by Darcie Little Badger: Elatsoe, also known as Ellie, is a young Lipan Apache girl who has a dream where her cousin tells her the name of his killer—the morning before she wakes up to the news of his death. She and her parents travel to the town he lived and died in and work to comfort his grieving family while searching for evidence that will prove the killer, a well-liked community figure, is guilty. Also features faeries, ghosts, and other paranormal and mythical creatures. Asexual mc

The Foxhole Court by Nora Sakavic: ANOTHER very well-known tumblr book! Whatever, not gonna try to explain the plot, these are the lacrosse murder books you’ve heard of them and if you haven’t you can look up a summary. Mc is word-of-god demisexual but also it’s so evident in canon even without being explicitly stated that I personally don't even think you need the disclaimer

Vespertine by Margaret Rogerson: In a world where dead spirits regularly rise from deceased bodies to devour and possess the living, Artemisia is a nun-in-training who will one day cleanse the bodies of the recently deceased so that their souls can move on to the afterlife. Then, she releases an ancient and dangerous spirit from a relic to protect her convent from attack. The spirit possesses her body and gives her extraordinary power—but the spirit isn't necessarily on her side, and it's unclear if the connection formed between the two of them can safely be severed. Asexual mc (not explicit bc it's fantasy, but I think it's pretty obvious even without the exact word used)

Firebreak by Nicole Kornher-Stace: In a dystopian world torn apart by two rival corporations, Mallory is one of many people who find refuge in a virtual reality game that allows you to enter battle, earn real-life credits for sorely-needed necessities like water, and interact with virtual, computer-created versions of the league of supersoldiers that protect her home city from attack. Mallory has had a parasocial obsession with one of these supersoldiers—22—for years, until one day she gets caught in an attack that results in her meeting the flesh-and-blood version of the celebrity/superpowered protector. As she spends more time with 22 and his paired operative, she begins to see just how deep the corruption of the company that controls her city runs—and also begins to wonder what she can do to help the city and everyone who lives in it. Aro-ace mc

Dear Wendy by Ann Zhao: Two freshman college students bond over their experiences with being aro-ace and work together to form an aro-ace-spectrum community at their college. At the same time, both students anonymously run rival relationship advice accounts on instagram, and spend their free time engaging in mostly-joking insults with each other. Aro-ace mc, aro-ace non-binary mc

Compound Fracture by Andrew Joseph White: Miles is a teen living in the Appalachian South, who finds himself caught up in the crossfire of a centuries-long feud between his family and another, significantly more powerful family living in the same town. In the aftermath of a violent assault that lands him in the hospital, he and a childhood friend engage in a revenge quest that quickly begins spiraling out of control. At the same time Miles deals with shifting family dynamics in the wake of him coming out as transgender, and an apparition of a long-dead ancestor that no one but him can see. Aromantic trans mc

Those are all the ones I feel like writing out full summaries for, but some other books that I really like with aroace mcs are The Diviners by Libba Bray (ace lesbian mc in second book), The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon (word-of-god aroace mc), The Poppy War by R.F. Kuang (word-of-god aroace secondary character), and The Last Sun by K.D. Edwards (word-of-god demisexual gay mc, ace secondary character). The one thing I haven't really read any of is books with aroallo main characters :( If anyone has recs for those, please feel free to share!

[gaybae1021]

Continuation of last week’s post. This week I’ll talk mcd. Art at the end.

Garroth and Zane’s relationship is complicated. For a few years as kids they were very close, but as Garroth got older Garte decided he needed to focus more on his duties and began separating him from Zane and Zianna. Garroth, though unhappy, went along with it. This of course upset Zane, and there were several years with the brothers barely speaking to each other.

I’ll get into it more with a dedicated post, but when Garroth turned twelve there was an event that seriously shook his faith in O’Khasis, his father, and his role in everything. Big existential crisis time. Zane was too young to quite understand what was happening, but despite the rift between them, still went to comfort Garroth. Sibling relationship reformed! Though they still have to hide it.

Garroth wasn’t initially planning to escape O’Khasis. Despite how much he hated it he still thought the best plan was become king like intended and try his best to improve things any way he could. It was only once he met Nicole that he began contemplating the idea of running away.

After a few more years Garroth decided to leave O’Khasis. Due to some events with Nicole, he knew he wouldn’t have much time before O’Khasis cracked down and increased security on him, so his plans we’re definitely rushed, including him just waking Zane up in the middle of night and dragging him along still half asleep.

Once Zane was awake enough to understand what Garroth was doing he, of course, freaked out. This wasn’t the plan, they were supposed to fix O’Khasis, not abandon it. It may not have been perfect, but it was the only home Zane had ever known. The idea of seeing the rest of the world was just, too much.

It didn’t help that Garroth was too focused on rushing to get out to actually stop and explain things better, instead getting frustrated by Zane’s protests. Knowing their fighting will draw attention he finally gave Zane an ultimatum.

“You can come with me, or you can stay here, but my decision is made. What are you going to do?”

Zane didn’t answer. It was too much.

Garroth, taking that as a no, turned to go. Something snapped in Zane. Garroth was going to abandon him again! All the times he had been there to comfort him, and Garroth was willing to leave him behind like he was nothing.

Zane grabbed him, and a fight broke out between them. Not that it lasted long, as Garroth is significantly stronger than him. In a fit of rage, he threw Zane off of him harder than intended. Zane crashed into one the oil lamp stands lighting the hallways, and I think we all know what happened next.

If the sound of their fight didn’t alert any guards Zane’s scream certainly did. Garroth of course was distraught and tried to help Zane, but hearing the guards coming, made the choice to leave Zane there. Zane watched his brother disappear down the hallway.

Garroth’s escape was the first time Garte had felt out of control since becoming king. He had done everything to prepare Garroth, to keep him away from any distractions, to mold him into the perfect heir. That ungrateful traitor had gone and ruined it all. Worse yet, he had no idea where Garroth could be.

But Zane might. He had hardly interacted with his second son, spending most of his time preparing Garroth for his responsibilities. But now? All of a sudden Garte had a use for him.

In the infirmary, Zane receives a message to go to Garte’s study, alone.

[dawnthefox24]

So me and @wildissylupus were talking about when Cole Cassidy first joined Overwatch and how he taken from the Deadlock gang, he had a mouth like a sailor but moreover I like to think he's based off of Nicole from the class of 09

*Reyes is watching Cassidy interact with the other recruits and has his arms crossed a bit as he's standing right next to Ana and Jack* Ana: Reyes are you sure you can handle him? Reyes: Yeah, look he's just a kid you know. Jack: Yeah some kid who swears at everyone he's sees Reyes: That's because everyone is hounding on him! Ana:*has her arms crossed and raised a brow as she watches Emre talk to Cassidy* I think you need to keep an eye on him because he's talk too Emre Sarioglu Reyes:*looks over* Wh-Oh no.... *Emre is talking to Cassidy because he wants to get to know him but brings up the topic of video games to him* Young Cassidy: *doesn't look amused* Why are you talking to me about video games? Emre: Just something y'know...uh...What you don't like play video games or something? Young Cassidy:*has his arms crossed*...I'm a thin ass gang member who joined Overwatch, do I fucking look like I play video games?! I'd rather play dead at a necrophilia convention. Emre: *is a bit disturbed* W-What? Young Cassidy: *flips him off* It means fuck off and get away from me prick. Reyes: *is already going cover to Cole* FUCK DAMNIT CASSIDY! Ana and Jack:*sighing a bit knowing what's next to come*... Jack: Think he can handle Cassidy? Ana:...He might drag us in soon.... Jack:...I can't wait to clean up his mess... Ana: Agreed...

[snuffcon]

" i think i’ll listen to my daddy today. "

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Info about me below the cut. + DNI list

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I am Daisy. I am bodily 16 (08), I use she/him pronouns. I do not like we/us, they/them, or any plural terms besides "system" used on me. A sweet young girl, totally normal!

Ren is a fictive within my system who will primarily run this blog. Ren is an ageless adult, he uses any pronouns but primarily he/him. Source-mates encouraged to interact!

I am radqueer and obslove. I am a proshipper, transid user, system, lifestyle jirai, yumeship, and paraphile. I am freakish and perverted. I post about my fantasies and urges, I am complex-contact and pro-consent.

I block freely, please don’t take it to heart. I am friendly, I promise! I am always open to new mutuals, I will follow back. If I do not follow you back that means I am on your DNI.

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I like "confusing" or "contradictory" labels. I like every form of queer expression. I do not judge, I am very open-minded.

I am nonhuman, refer to me as beastkin. I am an "INFP-T". I am a diagnosed early onset chronic depressive and socially anxious individual. I have BPD symptoms and experience psychosis. I am a medically recognized UDD/PDID system.

I struggle to properly socialize, please tell me if I ever make you uncomfortable or say something inappropriate. I do not often use tone-tags, I tend to use emoticons or emojis to convey the tone of a message. If you require tone-tags, tell me! I do not mind using them. Please be straightforward with me, I struggle to pick up on social cues.

I am single, currently not looking. You may talk to me with romantic intent but do not expect for me to reciprocate. I am bisexual, bigender, and bilingual (english and french). I am canadian and acadian.

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CisIDs: cisplural, cisminor, cisdepressive, cisafab, cisanxious, cispsychosis, cisbpd, cisjirai, cisobsessive, cisdepentant, cisintrovert.

TrisIDs: trisharmed, trispet, trisnonhuman, trisabused, trisIDhoarder, trisshockcollared, triscollared, trisdead, trisschizo.

TransIDs: transgender/bigender, transkidnapped, transmissing, transtortured, transage/ageflux (4-16), transreality, transcharacter, transclaws, transcanineears, transcaninetail, transprogrammed, transowned, transsnuffstar, transmurdered, transharmful, panharmful.

PermaIDs: permabruised, permabused, permadrugged, permadizzy, permakinapped, permacontrolled.

ParaIDs: masochist, sadist, autoassasinophiliac, aam, asphyxiophiliac, hematolaginac, cardiophiliac, biastophiliac, cannibalistic, hoplophiliac, hybristophiliac, objectophiliac.

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Hyperfixations: I love amy, boyfriend to death 1/2, the price of flesh, clinical trial, psychocuties, you kill me every time: strade.

Interests: trigun, saihate station, dandy’s world, 811, regretevator, made in abyss, my little pony: friendship is magic, song of saya, lost in the cloud, arcane, madk, law of talos oct, endzone oct, the eltingville club, alien stage, beatsars, metal family, pressure, ultrakill, lackadaisy, rick and morty, moral orel, electric dreams, ihnmaims, inside job, doki doki literature club, madoka magica, true crime, cult of the lamb, reverse: 1999, detroit: become human, devil’s candy, portal 1/2, hannibal nbc, slow damage, one wheat mark, priscilla film, dinosaurs/prehistoric earth.

Artists: lana del rey, my chemical romance, pierce the veil, KMFDM/MDFMK, genitorturers, OOMPH!, depeche mode, she wants revenge, nine inch nails, skinny puppy, PIG, miss construction, and one, mitski, melanie martinez, baby bugs, nicole dollanganger, ethel cain, lesley gore, elvis presley, the cardigans, siouxsie and the banshees, moe shop, cats millionaire, london after midnight, lapfox trax, destroy boys, adrianne lenker/big theif, panic! at the disco, luvcat, type o negative, frank iero, the cure, the crane wives, christian death, creature feature, mindless self indulgence. I listen to all types of music, please recommend me artists if you don’t see them listed!

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This functions as MY limits of who I can interact with. I am merely warning you as the other user that you will be blocked or ignored if you are on this list.

rude (not as a joke), pro-harassment, bodily under 16, ren hana irls/fictives/kins, strade or ren/fox yumeshippers, lolita book/movie enjoyers (I don’t hate the media, this is merely a trauma thing), sebastian solace yumeshippers, argumentative people.

Please do not take my DNI list to heart! I do not hate anybody, my heart is full of love for anyone and everyone. This list is for my own comfort, I will curate my online experience to my liking. If I interact with you and you happen to be on this list, please block me! I most likely did not know.

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Make sure to be kind, drink, eat, and take your meds. You are loved. If you are ever in a suicidal crisis, please reach out. Thank you for reading, have a nice day!

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" can’t it be that maybe they found you? "

[ch3rries-on-t0p]

introduction post .ᐟ

୨welcome to my blog, angels୧

"you can always be thinner, look better."

hello dolls<3

about me 𓏲

Abigail/cherry

14, turning 15 may 17th 🍰

any/all pronouns

taken🤍

omnist, satanist

audhd

pots

possible ocd

anxiety

major depressive disorder

recovering ed/sh

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things I likeᏪ

⟬art, music, the colors red/pink/black/white/green/blue, dogs, cats, reptiles, dr pepper, sanrio, og coquette, trailer park princess, swan core, bluey, pinterest, my friends, chocolate chip cookies, cod, American horror story, sally face, fnaf, minecraft, supernatural, young Sheldon, untitled goose game, roblox, vocoloid, puppycore, and alot more I can't currently think of⟭

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music𓍯

lana del rey, banshee, my chemical romance, sabrina carpenter, paramore, ghost, pierce the veil, opal in sky, frank iero's solo music, fall out boy, panic! at the disco, charli xcx, Taylor swift, grouplove, incubus, billie eilish, green day, leathermouth, metallica, black sabbath, system of a down, skillet, linkin park, korn, nirvana, evanescence, slipknot, three days grace, flyleaf, breaking benjamin, godsmack, weezer, limp bizkit, avril lavigne, blink-182, nine inch nails, rammstien, the cranberries, mother mother, set it off, alanis morissete, rob zombie, papa roach, kim dracula, nickleback, shinedown, mindless self indulgence (I'd like to clarify that I fucking hate jimmy urine he can die,) scene queen, snow wife, lorna shore, queen, she wants revenge, blue öyster cult, deftones, rage against the machine, pantera, avenged sevenfold, pearl jam, black veil brides, jinjer, the white stripes/jack white, chevelle, knocked loose, kittie, soundgarden, sleeping with sirens, violent vira, bôa, misfits, eyedress, gorillaz, the front bottoms, orgy, eminem, fleetwood mac, shauna dean cokeland, hole, the cramps, marilyn manson, nicole dollanganger, bbno$, thunderpussy, & alot more (I'll link my spotfiy♡)

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movies༅

the nightmare before christmas, American psycho, buffalo 66, fnaf, leap, my little pony equestria girls, but I'm a cheerleader, animated disney princess movies, monster high all movies before 2022, barbie 2000-2014

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dni

pro ana, 20+, sh blogs (only if you dont have trigger warnings, and as long as you dont encourage or promote it youre fine,) racist, homophobic, transphobic, pro maga/trump/elon supporters, anti therianthropy, under 13, petre/agere sexualizers (in addition to this, nsfw age play/pet play,) raging cunts and straight cis white males

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byf

like said before, I'm a minor, queer, recovering from anorexia and self harm, I say alot of weird shit, vent alot (all vent posts will be labeled as such,) i might say things that'll come off as mean or passive aggressive, but they aren't meant to be, I just struggle with tones. speaking of which, I use tone tags and if possible I'd appreciate if you could too if we're interacting privately 🫶

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[sparklingmusicofstars]

Hamefura pirates theory : Do you think Rozy fell with love with Catarina as a child or it was later ?

As promised I will tell you my theory. I saw some comments and talk to some people and came up with a conclusion.

Spoilers !

I personnaly think that, at that time, Rozion didn't completely fall in love with Catarina. And fortunately...A young boy of fifteen who falls in love with a little girl of eight years old feels kinda gross to me... It's maybe one of the reason Rozy didn't see Catarina as a love interest for all the time they were apart. In his mind she was "the little girl who saved him" But I also think that Catarina is his "type" A bright and kind person who always smile. Maybe when he saw her again, as a woman, and realized that she didn't change make him fall in love with her for "real". After all, in Nicol's route he confessed his feelings for her despite the fact that they almost didn't have any moment together so it means that he fell in love with her in a really short time. But I still think that the time they were apart he thought of the possibility of having feelings for her when he will meet her again. And he had no problem with snaching her away from her fiancé. He really is bold.

Now we will talk about something that I found cute but also very gross is Rozy's obsession with her . He draw her, collected informations about her and always talked about her. Even Silva said that he was "out of his mind" and I agree a bit. Rozy said it was in the Lindgrens's blood to always doted and be obsessed with the ones they care about (and to him it sounds normal). To me Rozy's obsession for her is like the one of a fanboy toward his favorite idol. I think it's very fifting to describe that. For those who saw "Oshi no ko", it's actually the same as Aqua and Ruby's obsession for Ai. After all they never really meet her (before their reincarnations) exept Aqua as a doctor, but they loved her a lot. Moreover Aqua couldn't say if that feeling was love but gave Ai's description when we asked him what was his type. I think it's that kind of relationship he had with her. Rozy loved doing that because it feels like to him that it makes him closer to Catarina. And I also think that he fell in love with her in Silva's route but the way he helped him and encouraged his romance led to think that he gave up on her when he saw Catarina and Silva were in love with each other. The way he gave to Silva the sketch of Catarina while telling him that "he doesn't need it anymore" was clearly his way of telling to Silva that he will support him.

Now the conclusion, in short their relationship during their childhood was the one of a fanboy obsessed with his favorite idol but he would definitely fall in love with her after some time together as "adults" after all they didn't really interact back then. And Catarina is definitely Rozy's "type". Ah, and it's official, Rozy is a stalker, so the crazy type of fanboy. Personnaly a lot of people told me they didn't know why Rozy loves Catarina so much when all she did was eating his candies but I think I can understand his feelings, after all I have the same background as him.

And I also love the fact that Rozy called Catarina "an angel" it's so cute.

That's all ! If you have any question or not agree with what I said, you can tell me. It's just my theory.

[anticedfiaweek]

The Importance of Healthy Relationships: Addressing Inappropriate Dynamics

1. Understanding the Risks of Inappropriate Relationships

In recent years, there have been numerous cases highlighting the dangers of inappropriate relationships between adults and minors. For instance, high-profile cases such as those involving individuals like Jerry Sandusky, a former Penn State football coach convicted of child molestation, illustrate how predatory behavior can manifest in seemingly innocuous relationships. Such cases remind us of the importance of safeguarding children from exploitative dynamics.

2. Media Influence on Perceptions of Relationships

Children’s media plays a significant role in shaping perceptions about relationships. When shows depict romantic relationships between characters with significant age differences or power imbalances, it can normalize unhealthy dynamics. In Sofia the First, while Cedric is an adult and Sofia is a child, their relationship is portrayed as one of mentorship and friendship rather than romance. This distinction is crucial in teaching young viewers about appropriate boundaries.

3. Real-World Examples of Predatory Behavior

There are numerous documented cases where adults have exploited their positions of trust to engage in inappropriate relationships with minors. For example:

-R. Kelly: The R&B singer was convicted for sexual exploitation of minors, highlighting how fame and power can lead to predatory behavior.

-Larry Nassar: The former USA Gymnastics doctor was sentenced to life in prison for sexually abusing young athletes under his care, demonstrating how authority figures can manipulate vulnerable individuals. These examples underscore the importance of educating children about boundaries and recognizing when a relationship is inappropriate.

Jerry Sandusky: As a former assistant coach at Penn State University, Sandusky was convicted of sexually abusing young boys over a period of years. His position of power allowed him to manipulate and exploit vulnerable children who looked up to him as a mentor.

The Case of YouTuber Austin Jones: In 2017, Austin Jones was arrested for allegedly soliciting explicit videos from underage girls. He used his platform as a popular musician to groom young fans by establishing trust through personal interactions and then manipulating them into sharing inappropriate content.

The TikTok Grooming Incident: In 2020, several reports surfaced about TikTok users who were minors being groomed by older users posing as friends or mentors. These predators would create fake accounts and engage with minors through direct messages, gradually desensitizing them to inappropriate conversations before attempting to exploit them.

The Case of Katelyn Nicole Davis: Katelyn was a young girl who tragically took her own life after being subjected to online bullying and harassment. Before her death, she had been groomed by an adult male who manipulated her into sharing personal information and engaging in inappropriate conversations. Her story underscores the devastating impact that online grooming can have on vulnerable youth.

The "Sextortion" Cases: Numerous cases have emerged involving predators who groom children online before coercing them into sending explicit images. Once they have these images, they threaten to share them with friends or family unless the child complies with further demands. This form of exploitation has become increasingly common with the rise of social media

4. The Role of Platonic Relationships in Media

By focusing on platonic relationships like that between Sofia and Cedric, Sofia the First provides a model for healthy interactions that emphasize respect and support without romantic implications. This is vital in helping children understand that friendships can be deeply meaningful without crossing into inappropriate territory.

Conclusion: Advocating for Healthy Boundaries

As we celebrate Magical Friendship Week, it's essential to recognize the importance of promoting healthy friendships over romantic relationships in children's media. By emphasizing platonic connections, we can help foster an understanding of appropriate boundaries and empower young viewers to recognize and reject unhealthy dynamics in their lives.

[shreyamistry]

Hey There! I saw this, and I couldn't agree more! Nothing says I love you more than "I'm willing to try this for you." And this works for all kinds of relationships: romance, friends, and family, too.

Would you be able to create something showing this for one of your characters or pairings? It could be a drabble, fic, edit, art - anything at all!

NO PRESSURE AT ALL - only if you want to, but I'd love to see what you could come up with!

Pairing: Hana x MC

Prompt: “I’m willing to try this for you.”

Word Count: 1900+

Summary: Nicole invites Hana to a rock concert when the pair visit New York. Nicole relives the nostalgia of living in New York while Hana lives vicariously through the life of a New Yorker.

A/N: Thank you for the ask! I hope this fits (I was trying to rack my brain very hard to find something that makes sense and this is the conclusion my brain came to). I hope you like it 🩷!! Requests are open if anyone is interested !!

Thank you for reading! I hope you like it!

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Hana dotes on her dress, her slim fingers smoothing down the fabric trying her best to make it look as sleek as she would prefer. The peach colored gown made her feel almost out of place compared to the other outfits she saw - even compared to Nicole she felt like an outcast. She glances around nervously, picking at a stray piece of lint that lingers on her dress. The fabric soft to the touch, cooling and calming - it helped Hana stay grounded despite her nerves.

“Hana!”

She turns her attention to Nicole who smiles brightly, she draws Hana into a quick hug pulling away to hold her at arm’s length. The pair had decided to meet up at the venue as Hana needed to meet with aspiring young men her parents would try to set her up with if King Liam didn’t work out; and Nicole wanted to meet up with her old co-workers. The thought of Nicole as a waitress intrigued Hana, she often wondered what it would feel and be like to be a true New Yorker without a royal background.

“Nicole! I’m so pleased to see you.”

She smiles brightly as Nicole pulls her in to place a kiss on her cheeks, quick and chaste. She sighs to herself happily, the short interaction enough to make her heart flutter in her chest and her mind race with thoughts. Nicole offers her a cup with a weird array of scents coming off of it giving her a puzzled look.

“It’s a concoction of every soda,” Nicole laughs at the concern written across Hana’s features. “Trust me, it sounds gross but it’s - well kind of gross, but that’s half the fun. It’s a New Yorker thing, I guess.”

Hana laughs gently before taking the drink to her lips. She breathes out deeply before taking a sip from the straw, her face scrunching up in disgust before settling into a look of distress. Every polished part of her screams this is nasty and undignified, but most of her is excited. She goes for a second sip getting a squeal of excitement from Nicole.

“I told you!” Nicole laughs, “it sounds gross, tastes gross, but you can’t stop yourself from going back for seconds!”

“I never realized how exciting being a New Yorker could be,” she replies, “you lived such an exciting life before coming to the courts of Cordonia.”

“It wasn’t all glamor, you should’ve seen the giant rat I called my roommate back at my old place.”

“A giant rat? In your home?!” Hana gasps.

“Mhm,” Nicole nods, she leads Hana by the hand further into the stadium they were at. The sound of music grew louder and louder as they weaved through people, Nicole taking lead to make sure she and Hana could get through the crowd quickly. “I named him Derek, I can’t explain it but he looked like a Derek. Though, I think I was influenced by watching Grey’s Anatomy with him.”

Hana shakes her head in disbelief, letting a giggle leave her lips as Nicole pulls her to a stop the both of them watching each other as people talk excitedly around them the overwhelming sound of music and voices nearly drowning them out from hearing one another.

“I’ve never seen Grey’s Anatomy,” Hana whispers, “Is it good?”

“Hmm, think Open Heart with more drama.” Nicole smiles.

“I love Open Heart.”

“You’re welcome for letting you onto it,” Nicole grins, “I have season 3 on DVD we can watch sometime, though be warned it’s not as good as the first season.”

Hana smiles sweetly, her cheeks flushing crimson red thinking back to her marathons with Nicole watching the first and second season. She remembers the warmth of Nicole’s body next to her, the taste of unhealthy American snacks, and the fun they had laughing and crying over fictional characters and what would become of their medical careers. It was different for Hana, before then she’d never even truly seen a film; her family found it a waste of time. A distraction from her studies and her duties as a woman of the Lee family, she only ever recalls watching a single movie in her youth and that being the Titanic because her mother was fascinated by the concept and Leonardo DiCaprio.

She adored this part of life, the contrast different from growing up in New York versus that of growing up in the courts as she did. The fun she felt with Nicole only grew, she made her branch out and try things she never would’ve even considered or thought to be to be done. The sheer amount of American media from film to music to television excited every part of Hana’s brain. There was so much to learn and notate, even media meant for fun consumption Hana found there was something to learn from it. She never thought she’d find herself at a concert in this way — sure she’d been to classical concerts but they paled in comparison to the excited energy around them.

Hana’s pulled out of her thoughts as she gazes onto the stage in the middle of the stadium where a band takes the stage excitedly talking to the crowd.

“Thank you for coming Hana, I’m glad I can share so much of my life with you. I know this is overwhelming, but you’re handling it like a champ!”

Hana grins, “it does hurt my ears a bit, but I’m happy I came. I’m willing to try this for you.” Nicole squeezes Hana’s hand in return, failing to hide a grin in her attempt to be seen as nonchalant. She’s about to reply when the band speaks up, turning their attention away from each other to the front stage.

“Are you ready to rock New York?!”

“WOOOOO!” The crowd cheers, it’s nearly deafening to Hana, as she tries her best to not show it seeing the smile on Nicole’s face.

Before long the concert is in full swing, people mosh and dance around her with excitement. Hana herself is clinging to Nicole’s arm to not get swept away into the craziness of New York’s crowds, enjoying the feeling of holding Nicole’s hand. This is not something she would’ve done herself, she wouldn’t have even considered coming to a rock concert a mere two months ago. There was something about Nicole that made her feel emboldened and brave; it made her a better person.

The bravery she felt with Nicole; it instilled upon her that she could be her own person and face the world with all of her strength and prove herself to her family and friends alike. She studies Nicole, the excitement on her face as she screams lyrics to a song that Hana can barely understand. Hana couldn’t explain it, but despite being unfamiliar and not all that interested with the event, she still felt engaged and she enjoyed herself even. The smile on Nicole’s face was the most important thing to her in this moment; seeing Nicole happy made Hana happy.

Thinking back on this night, Hana would regard this night as the night she truly full heartedly had fallen in love with Nicole Brooks.

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Nicole hunkers down with Hana’s head in her lap, the two of them sitting in the back of a limousine on the way back to the airport. Their four day excursion to New York came to a conclusion, though Nicole almost wishes she and Hana could stay forever and show her all the wonders of New York. Nicole felt comfortable here, it wasn’t all high end glamor and royalty, it was her eating a giant $2 slice of pizza with Derek watching hoping Nicole would drop a few crumbs for him to scurry by and eat.

Nicole longs to be back in New York as much as she won’t express it, so much has changed that she knew she couldn’t just return to New York and pretend she was Nicole Brooks, not Lady Nicole. She wouldn’t know how to settle back into being a waitress with shitty customers, shitty pay, and dull outfits, houses, and friends.

Going to Cordonia reminded Nicole she truly didn’t have many friends or much family to keep up with, she texted a few people in the time she left but none all that important, none that pulled her back to New York. She truly only missed the rock scene, it was her saving grace from her day-to-day life. Long night shifts spent sucking up to rich people for a half decent tip to be able to go see her favorite bands live, to feel a part of a group. Her rock friends being the only few people that would hit her up to see what concerts she’d be at so they could meet up and party together.

She sighs to herself, she wonders what would happen if she’s unable to convince Liam to take her hand in marriage — truthfully, she didn’t know if she even wanted him that much. After everything that happened, everything she’s been through, all the ups and lows, the only constant through it all was Hana. The shoulder for her to rest on and vice versa. She knows she shouldn’t and she knows the possibility is limited; but she often found herself wishing it were Hana’s hand in marriage she was chasing. She shakes the thoughts of her head, Hana and her may have kissed once, but she shouldn’t lose focus now.

She brushes her fingers absently through Hana’s hair, a lingering smile plastered on her features. She hums in appreciation as her fingers glide effortlessly through the strands of Hana’s hair, enjoying the comfort of another person. Her heart giddy in her chest, she never had someone in her life that cares about her happiness like Hana does. Nicole’s many exes would refuse to go on a spontaneous trip or even to a free rock concert.

She remembers the excited, nervous energy bustling through the crowd as they hoisted Hana up to crowd surf. Nicole’s ex would’ve never been caught dead letting herself get crowd surfed, even her ex-boyfriends didn’t appreciate the rock scene as she did. Hana however was different though, she did things Nicole loved without hesitation and Nicole would do the same. She knew her and Hana were more than friends despite the mental turmoil she went through, in the short time she’s known her competing for Prince Liam’s hand in marriage she’s learned more and spent more time with Hana than she did the crowned prince.

She wasn’t sure if Hana returned the feelings, she would be happy just being friends even if they both knew their connection was deeper. She would do anything to keep Hana in her life; she wanted to spend the rest of her life learning about Hana and her interests — as friends or lovers. She wanted to return the favor of doing what Hana loves as Hana does for her.

Nicole leans down to place a kiss to Hana’s temple, whose lips curve into a smile in her sleepy state snuggling in closer to the New Yorker. She strokes Hana’s cheek with the back of her hand; feeling the exhaustion of the night starting to hit her. She herself could also use a nap. Nicole leans back in her seat, her fingers never leaving Hana’s hair as she lets her eyes close hoping her dreams would keep this feeling in her chest alive.

She didn’t know at the time, but this was the moment she truly fell in love with Hana Lee.

[liebgirl]

to me timothee chalamet is not like. sexy or fuckable. he’s like a nice young man i would try to set up with my daughter. he would be horrible for her of course but i’d be a 50 year old woman i wouldn’t know that i would just have interactions with him as the charming waiter at our local italian restaurant and i would be like oh nicole you need to go out with that nice boy!! and nicole would be like mom you’re sooo embarrassing. anyway. that’s who he is to me. he’s also a porcelain doll to me and i mean that so sincerely. he is also. comparable to say. a sheet of glittery stickers. or perhaps a single grape flavored skittle. do you understand

[luci-in-the-stars]

On Grief and Sisterhood|| Nicole & Luci

TIMING: December LOCATION: Felix and Milo's apartment PARTIES: @luci-in-the-stars & @nicsalazar SUMMARY: Nicole goes to return Milo's sketchbook and finds another  De La Vega sibling. CONTENT WARNING: Sibling Death tw , Pretty explicit depictions of grief as a heads up

Nicole drummed anxiously against the cover of the sketchbook she was carrying. More in anticipation of an inescapable social interaction than any real nerves bothering her. She knew it’d be alright. Her body just needed that reminder as well. She was simply returning a forgotten item. She had found it in their guest room a few days ago. And after confirming it indeed belonged to their last guest, Milo, Nicole wanted to personally ensure the notebook was safely back in the owner’s hands. It didn’t hurt that she wanted to check on the boy too. See if he was better than the last time she saw him. Something about birds and stones, she had always had a shitty understanding of sayings.

She jogged the final steps to his new apartment — his and… Felix’s, Nicole thought. Her memory never too sharp to recall people’s names. She only waited a few seconds after she softly rapped the door, no superhuman hearing needed to tell someone was getting up to answer. However, as the door opened and that same someone stood before her, she noticed it wasn’t Milo. Nor Felix, it seemed… though she could never be sure. People could be called anything, she had learned over the past few years. Fuck. Nicole should’ve texted the boy beforehand, right? She didn’t have time to beat herself up for missing such an obvious social cue, because a young girl was staring at her and she had to speak.  

“Oh— did… did I?” she frowned, eyes shifting around the place. Confirming she’d gotten the place right. “Milo lives here, right? I have…” Nicole showed the sketchbook, an awkward smile reaching her lips. “He left this at our place, when he stayed with us” She wasn’t blind, even if she was actively trying to make the least eye contact possible, she could see some resemblance between the kid staring at her and Milo. Curiosity gnawed at her. 

Luci felt odd in the apartment, while Felix and Milo hadn’t done anything but be welcoming - it didn't feel like a place she belonged. It was something she was partially used to at this point, a ghost in the room that didn’t feel designed to hold her. Still, it was a sort of disconnect she didn’t like to dwell on, carefully waiting for when she could move out. If only, so she wouldn’t catch the sad eyes from Milo that she couldn’t seem to place what they meant. 

So she tried to take up as little room, while trying to be as normal as possible a task she’d never been great at. Still, with projects and assignments piling up as well as work - she was at the very least looking busy. Right now she had a pile of papers that she was looking over and carefully marking as she heard a quiet knock at the door. Knowing she was alone in the apartment she went up to the door, her fun pen carefully going to her ear as she looked at the other curiously. Her normal bright colored clothes were a bit more relaxed, sweat pants and one of the university sweatshirts with Bessie on it clashing with the chain on her glasses. 

“Oh - Yes. He’s just not here right now. I’m his sister Luci,” She said with a nod knowing that the other woman must have been surprised by odd bits connecting as she figured it must either be Nicole or Leah. Milo had mentioned them, and Luci had been wondering about the two. “I can take it if you’d like, but I think he should be home soon if you wanted to say hi. I was about to put on some tea so it wouldn’t be a bother at all. ” Part of it was exactly what she said, she wanted Milo to be excited to see someone he knew. Still, part of her wanted to ask about what she knew about Milo the months Luci really didn’t talk to him. 

“His sister?” Nicole mumbled dumbly, offering a slow nod. There was another one. And— Fuck, she didn’t introduce herself, did she? She had been so worried, rehearsing what she’d say to Milo, how she’d approach the catching up situation, choosing the right questions to ask in order to sound concerned yet not nagging, that she hadn’t considered the possibility of somebody else answering the door. The back of her neck burned, and heat spread across her cheeks. What would she have said if it had been the other roommate, Felix, instead? She cringed thinking of how awkward that situation might have been.  “Shit— Uh, Nicole. I’m Nicole, kinda left that one out… didn’t I?” she let out a breath that was intended to be a laugh. “It’s good— nice to meet you,” she settled for, before she was offered to stay for a moment.

Extra time with a stranger. What was not to love? Despite her anxiety urging her to drop the notebook and bolt, Nicole considered the suggestion. Her grip on the item tightened protectively. Though she would never consider herself the best judge of character, right off the bat Luci seemed like a happy kid. Happier than Milo, at least, who could never wipe that hazy look behind his eyes. It was interesting to see how different grief looked on people, even from the same family. Though, if it was a front Luci put up, it was a fucking good one. She silently agreed to spend a few more minutes with her, making a mental note to check the time. Ten minutes, tops. If Milo didn’t show up, she’d leave the sketchbook with his sister. Catch up online or something. Good plan.

Holding the notebook close to her chest, Nicole paced around the apartment, wondering where to sit or— should she sit? She’d be given instructions, surely. She’d wait for those. Tea sounded nice too. Anyone who offered tea instead of coffee counted as good people in her book. Nicole watched the young girl prepare it, feeling herself get fidgety with the silence.  She didn’t want to pry, but wasn’t this a good opportunity for it? What would Leah do? Right. She’d be asking questions. They both worried about the boy, and his dead sister. And this young-looking one neither of them were aware of. How did that work? “You— When did you— You weren’t here before, were you? When he lived with us.” Why wouldn’t they live together if she was around? Just like they did now. Milo had mentioned running away. Did Luci follow? “I’m not—” she tried to amend her words, realizing it might come out as judgment. “He looked pretty lost when he came to our place. Trying to understand”.

“Yes. I’m his little sister,” Luci said lightly noticing her confusion and wondering if she shouldn’t have said that. Still, the confusion must have been the fact that she wasn’t Gen right?  Then she said her name and Luci couldn’t help but be a little confused why she wouldn’t know about her. Milo had said she had a room free and to reach out if she needed to right? She hadn’t, but that had implied that the two might know her. It didn’t last though, instead  she nodded and said, “My brother mentioned you. Thank you, for letting him stay with you.” 

Luci waited carefully not wanting to push the stranger to stay near her if she didn’t want too. It wasn’t something she wasn’t used to, after all she could be quite off putting in her own way. Still, she didn’t push letting Nicole settle as she walked in, carefully closing the door and not locking it. For some reason she thought the other would appreciate it. 

The question did surprise her and she stilled for a second feeling out of place in the apartment she shouldn’t be in, and a life path she was certain Milo hated. “Oh - um. No I wasn’t. When he came here I was still seventeen so I was at home. I was in my last year of highschool so I - well he didn’t ask or anything.” She didn’t comment on the fact that he left her, a bit of a cut she didn’t know how to deal with. “He uh, didn’t - I don’t think he realized I would follow him. I go to school here now.” 

It was somewhat a confession she wasn’t sure she liked. She’d never been one to give up on either of her siblings, even now Gen being gone wasn’t something that really truly settled into her bones. Still, her eyes flickered back to the other when Luci  said that Milo looked lost. Still, moving to the kitchen to put on a kettle if only to distract herself she breathed for a moment a second before coming back in. “Oh - you didn’t say if you wanted tea did you? I put on water anyway. Hope you don’t mind.” She didn’t comment on him looking lost, not knowing what she could tell the other. After all, she didn’t want to pry either. 

Nicole pressed her lips into a thin smile, part acknowledgment, and part uncertainty. She should mention that she had no clue Luci existed, no? Not in a rude way, but as a way to explain why she might look more confused than usual. Before she could bring up the fact that Milo hadn’t mentioned a second sister Luci said she knew of her, at least by virtue of allowing Milo a room to stay when he needed it. She let out some of her nerves, blowing out a tense breath. That felt better. “It’s what we do,” she shrugged off the thank you, allowing herself to step into the apartment more comfortably. “He was having a hard time at the shittiest motel in town. Hope you didn’t go there” She glanced down, habit she’d gained since living with two pets. Always on the lookout for things she might step on.  

The coast was clear, so she decided to sit on the couch, arms and legs tight, trying to take as little space as possible. Luci looked slightly startled by the question, and Nicole shot her a few quick glances, wondering whether to apologize or not. She went over her words — something that always proved difficult — trying to figure out where she might have gone wrong. It was the tone, wasn’t it? It sounded as judgy as she’d imagined it. She opened her mouth, apology on the tip of her tongue, but Luci spoke, offering a perfectly logical explanation for her initial absence. “I see. Congratulations on— good job, staying in school.” She was briefly pulled away from the conversation, unable to recall if Milo had ever mentioned his parents. Wouldn’t they be worried? A daughter dead, and the other two gone. Foolishly, she felt for two people she didn’t even know existed. 

Luci took advantage of her moment of silence, heading to the kitchen for the tea she’d promised. Or, it turned out— “Must’ve…agreed to it in my head,” Nicole rubbed her jaw, self-conscious as Luci pulled her out of her thoughts. “Sometimes, my uh— my mouth forgets it has to say the words. People can’t read minds” she scoffed, but gave an affirmative nod at the prospect of tea. The idea of mind reading wasn’t as out there as she was pretending. Not in this town. Not even in this room. She remembered what Milo had done in her living room. The sparks crackling in his hand. Was Luci like him too? Did Luci know what Milo was? “Ah. Shouldn’t sound so certain of that. This place’s got a funny way of proving me wrong.” She looked down at her hands clasped on her lap, the notebook left on her side. She clenched her jaw, stomaching more silence. “Liking school so far?” she prompted suddenly. Kids like talking about that, didn’t they?  Or complaining. Both worked for her.

“No I got into a dorm, and I had an apartment with some others for a week - the goo really set back plans on that,” Luci said softly rubbing the back of her neck on her bad luck. She’d tried really hard to figure all of it out and yet it didn’t seem to matter in the end. Still at Nicole’s praise about getting into the school a part of her felt a lot better.

“Thanks! I really like it here. The mascot is cute too if you haven’t seen her,” Luci said thinking that was a much easier conversation to have then the fact that her brother hadn’t waited four months so she could go with him. He didn’t want her to go with him. He still probably disliked that she was her. 

Luci giggled a little at the idea of thinking and not actually speaking and replied, “Oh no worries. I do that all the time myself. Well, I also mumble a lot to myself too so maybe not exactly the same.” She moved back into the room putting the tea next to the other hoping that it was okay as she went to sit down herself keeping space between them. It made her comfortable when talking to people she didn’t know. 

“Oh - No I can’t read minds. Although that would be fascinating probably is someone could,” Luci said suddenly thinking of the possibilities that could provide. Still after a moment she shook her head, “I think that’s at least two ethical violations for an IRB.- Oh pretty good. School that is, that’s what you asked about right. Sorry I got distracted with the reading mind thing.” 

The mention of goo had Nicole’s shoulder tensing almost as tight as if she were out there fighting flames in the woods. It wasn’t her trauma, she was aware of it, yet she couldn’t help her reaction. She counted herself as one of the lucky ones who managed to sort the situation relatively unscathed. There had been no bookstore to ruin anymore, and her neighborhood appeared to be almost magically protected from that particular brand of chaos. But her mind drifted to Teagan, who was trapped for months inside the encasement of sludge, and so many others who suffered the consequences of yet another poorly managed situation.  She could never imagine what that felt like, but had enough stories from Teagan to know it was no fucking vacation.

That was over, however.  Nicole reminded herself as Luci explained the reason behind her apparent delay and their vastly different living situations. The corners of her mouth twitched into something that resembled a more natural smile. At least Luci looked happy enough to talk about school. Nicole thought she could be proud of herself for navigating some of the awkward beats of the conversation without struggle. “The… The cow thing— right? It’s— the one with the, what’s her name?” Nicole snapped her fingers, attempting to spark her memory. “Bessie. With the… bloody horn and shit? Got… spooked by that story already? All bullshit” she reassured the young girl, despite not being fully convinced by her own words. She knew better than to deny the possibility of some fucked up cryptid story. But this was a kid, she wasn’t supposed to traumatize her. “My girlfriend went to school there. Swears it’s all true.”

Heat crept on her cheeks, the temperature rising as the embarrassment set in. Luci was relating to her, however, and that made it more bearable for Nicole. She’d have to analyze why it was much easier to relate to a teenager than adults her age, but that would have to come in the safety of her own home. With her incredibly smart girlfriend to help her figure it out. She followed Luci’s journey from the kitchen to the living room in silence, accepting the cup of tea with a shy smile. She was relieved to see the young girl go back to her sit, at a safe distance. 

Nicole noticed that Luci wasn’t disturbed in the least by the mention of mind reading. But it wasn’t enough evidence to sustain her theory that she might be like her brother. Young kids liked those conspiracy theories, didn’t they? Her brows furrowed, thinking she had missed something while she’d been busy in her head. Did she? “IRB? Don’t— not sure what’s that” She shook her head, glancing down at her steaming cup of tea. She didn’t mind that Luci had been distracted by her question, because she was fairly certain she had distracted herself with it too. “What’s an IRB?”

Luci noticed the tension, but figured it wasn’t hers to comment on. Instead she nodded softly at the mention of Bessie. “Oh yeah! I mean I wouldn’t mind if she was real. She’s pretty cute. I have a sweatshirt with her on it - but yes probably not real.” She was trying not to chatter but it was her default when trying to keep people interested. She wondered if Milo was similar still. 

Luci sip at her tea for a moment and blinked as she said, “ Oh it’s a board you have to show your experiment too to make sure that it’s ethical and safe. If someone were to make something that reads minds I would assume there is some sort of board like that to see if its safe.” Still she considered it for herself, and wondered if spellcasters had something like that. She didn’t think it was likely. “I guess I’m still thinking about school though, I don’t know if there’s something like that. But I do try to consider what a board like that would say you know? Before I do something with an experiment.” 

Luci paused  suddenly, realizing she was talking a lot. “Sorry if I’m talking a lot, I just think about stuff like this too much.” 

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Nicole wasn’t going to be the person to try and convince Luci that Bessie was real. Again, it could always be the case, given the nature of the town and its proclivity for making the absurd happen. But she much preferred the idea of the young girl staying away from all that and living as normal as a college kid could. Knowing too much made you more curious. Nicole understood that well, hence that one phrase everyone said too much for her liking— curiosity killed the cat. She wouldn't wish it on Luci. She hummed in a non-committal way, partly amused at the mention of the sweatshirt. She had seen something similar very far into Leah’s closet, hadn’t she?

The IRB appeared to be a much more serious topic than Nicole had envisioned. She sat still on her spot, listening to Luci explain it away. From all of that she gathered Luci was into experiments. Some sort of science major, possibly. She also gathered that the girl had been thinking about mind reading from a rational perspective. Not from— magic hadn’t been brought up. Though, of course, would anyone feel confident or safe enough to discuss supernatural matters with a stranger they just met? “Sounds like we should have IRB everywhere” Wouldn’t that be better? To have a board making sure whatever fuckery humans got up to was safe. Was she unintentionally describing the government or— The police? The congress? Nicole’s frown deepened, certain that neither of those institutions was doing too good of a job if they were supposed to be the real-life version of an IRB. And again, an even more noticeable crease between her eyebrows appeared. How the fuck did she end up musing about the government of all things? This wasn’t her lane. 

Luci’s voice was a breath of fresh air, and Nicole was able to stop her hamster wheel of a brain from overthinking. “Don’t be,” she was quick to reply. There was something vaguely reminiscent of Milo in this interaction. “You got good thoughts. Maybe—Too advanced for me,” she admitted with a sheepish smile, bringing the cup to her lips to fill some potentially awkward silence. 

Her mind was swarming with thoughts about mind reading and magic, and unfortunately— some shit about IRB too, but when her gaze fell to her lap and she spotted Milo’s notebook, Nicole was able to bring herself back to what they had been discussing before the slight detour. “He— Milo. He doing better? Good? I mean.” Her eyes were glued on her wringing hands, contemplating her next sentence. She should be honest. She was worried about him, and the way he’d been handling his grief. And now there was another person in front of her she should be worried about too. These kids didn’t deserve whatever they were going through. “He mentioned your sister—” she paused, offering Luci a hesitant look. She’d promised to say her name. She deserved to be remembered. “Genevieve. Sorry about—” she trailed off, waiting for Luci’s reaction to dive deeper into murkier waters.

“Oh I think it would probably be a good idea - I should write that down actually,” She said thinking that a magical IRB might not be an awful idea. Although maybe thats what covens were. She didn’t really know herself - she’d never been in one. Luci would also have to look into if a coven had one. 

At the reassurance Luci relaxed knowing that the other wasn’t annoyed, “Oh I mean to be fair if I’m not explaining it well that was on me, not on you. I should be clearer. If you’d never heard about it before, then I should provide background.” 

At the question Luci froze a little. She was different then her brother, talking about Gen didn’t usually make her upset but everything was just so fresh and a big wound. Still, looking at Nicole it felt like she was asking because she cared. Her and her partner had taken in Milo when Luci couldn’t be there so she relaxed a little and said softly, “If I’m being honest I’m worried about him. Milo - he feels things a lot. And, he seems very scared about something and very guilty about everything else. Part of it is what - happened, and part of it I don’t know. I don’t think he’s as bad as he probably was but I can’t tell you he’s good. I’m sorry I can’t lie when you seem to care this much.” Luci knew she probably shouldn’t share, but - maybe it was the fact she was still so young she wanted to trust someone older. Someone that reminded her just a little of her older sister. “I won’t let anything bad happen to him, but he’s not okay. I am glad though that he talked about Gen.” 

Nicole looked at Luci, surprise written all over her face. Was it a good idea? She fixed her gaze on the mug, letting the small wave of self-consciousness pass her by. Luci was being kind, it was all there was to it. Good ideas weren’t Nicole’s thing. Though sometimes her logic and skepticism could disguise as cleverness. She appreciated the words, nonetheless, empty or polite as they might be. “Think you explained it well,” her lips pressed into a tight smile. Never quite at ease with the gesture. “Not used to… thinking about stuff like that,” she clarified, hoping Luci would understand she wasn’t the problem, rather Nicole’s poorly wired brain was. The giant cloud of confusion above her head was nothing new, certainly not due to anything Luci could’ve failed to explain. 

There was a type of strength behind Luci’s reaction to her question that Nicole envied. Just a kid, yet nothing indicated she was in distress, except for the slight flinch as Nicole brought up the topic. It was always possible she was better at— what did Leah call it? The thing with compartments. Could be it. Grief had no formula, after all. What could send Milo or Nicole to the ground might look different from what triggered Luci. She leaned in, leaving some of her anxiety behind and replacing it with concern. The way Luci spoke of her brother wasn’t surprising, given what she had learned about him in the time he stayed at her place. There was no advice she could offer Luci to help Milo out of the darkness. No magic word or gesture would bring back the person he was before the tragedy. A tragedy Nicole wasn’t privy to, yet still resonated with her, having lost her siblings too. “Time. Sounds like a bullshit solution, but— experience tells me, he needs it. Be patient with him?” Nicole glanced up at her request, her gaze kind as she asked for the one thing she had needed when she began her own journey with grief. “He’ll talk to you eventually,” not completely, maybe. There were still things Nicole refrained from discussing to this day. But part of the story was better than nothing.  

Luci was smart, and it was obvious she deeply cared about her brother. If she had followed him to Wicked’s Rest, something told her Luci was more than willing to be patient and be there for the sibling who was struggling more visibly. She took a sip of her tea, finally at a temperature that wouldn’t burn her throat, and cleared the emotion off her throat. “I appreciate— you shouldn’t have to trust a stranger, but I appreciate it. I do—  care about him,” not only because there were a lot of similarities between him and Nicole, but because he looked like a good kid who had been dealt unfairly shitty cards. Luci looked solid, steady in her belief that she’d take care of Milo, and once again Nicole found herself admiring the younger girl. How could someone so young have so much composure? But it was always possible Luci’s grief looked a lot like focusing on other people’s needs and neglecting her own because she wasn’t quite sure how to navigate them. She was so young, that in itself was an emotional shitstorm. “And you? How— is there anything you need? I’m— It was your sister too.”

Luci nodded a little knowing herself how hard words could be. She could explain so many little things, but she couldn’t find words for a lot. She couldn’t understand a lot of emotions and so she just left it there. She seemed cold to people, she was sure logically thinking through things that a lot of people would cry at. It wasn’t that she didn’t feel anything. 

She felt. She felt a lot of things, but she never figured out what the words were for them. It was a sense of longing, to want to be let in but there was an anger there too. Not at Milo - not really. She wasn’t quite angry at being abandoned, but there was a bitter thing there she couldn’t quite rap her head around. It was too hard so she spoke logically. She didn’t want to be any of these emotions. 

She hadn’t expected any words as she babbled on her worries. Something that seemed to be a bruise that the universe pressed down on. Luci was calm, rational to a fault. She tried very hard to be so but there wasn’t a rational bit of why her hands trembled a little, nodding at the other’s word. “I - understand. I think so too,” She said softer than she might normally. 

She shouldn’t have said anything to the other, about Milo especially but there was still a part of her that wanted to reach out. “I could tell you care about him.” She just said again. She paused not expecting anyone to ask about her. Milo had - especially lately asked and poked and prodded on how she felt but she had expected him too. She hadn’t really opened up either, knowing how strained the tie between them was. She kept saying she was okay. 

She paused now though and said babbling almost to the kind stranger, “Thank you. I - think I’ll be fine. I'm trying to be fine, I think. I keep trying to do what - well my sister had this idea right?” 

Luci stumbling over words trying to figure it out as she talked - something she almost never did.“She wanted me to go to school and just mentioned Brown once so I set everything to go there - after everything I realized. Well I think she just wanted me to make choices when I got older. So I’ve been doing that. Sorry that’s - not helpful is it. I guess. I just wanted to tell someone that I am trying.” She said her hand was trembling her mug slightly. “I’m trying. I really am. I’m trying to make friends and talk more and - I’m trying to make her proud. I think that’s enough right now really. I can wait for Milo to find what he needs to do to feel - to I don’t know how to phrase it really. I’m not good at all of this, but I know the two of us can figure it out. Like you said it’ll just take time. ”

It was hard reading people sometimes. No— All the time, Nicole corrected herself. There was a whole fucking lot of projection required for it that she never felt too comfortable with. What else was she supposed to do, though? The way she interacted with the world was shaped and colored by the experiences she’d lived. Of course, she’d try and relate to that. It didn’t stop her —never did— from trying to look past herself. Focus on what she saw and what she heard only. In hopes that someday, she’d be a better listener. That one day she’d be the person people came to for advice. Luci looked surprised to be asked how she was doing. The pause, the slight rise of her eyebrows, the stumbling over words. Surely anybody who knew the siblings would’ve asked the same question, no? At this point, Luci must’ve been tired of it. Nicole could rationalize it, could understand that it was a personal question suddenly prompted by a stranger. That could be what was throwing the girl off. 

No, it wasn’t that. Partially —maybe— but not all of it, Nicole guessed. How many people had asked Luci about her feelings? Had she had support after her sister’s death? Did they dismiss her because of her age? Was she relegated to second place because of her brother mourning in a more obvious manner? She hated the idea of this girl becoming an afterthought in any sense. Not even Milo, with everything he was dealing with, would like that. And surely, not her oldest sister. She was projecting again, fuck it, but if Genevieve had loved her siblings as fiercely as Nicole did her own, she wouldn’t have stood for that. 

It seemed as though Luci wasn’t quite sure how to address her feelings. She knew that one too well. Luci seemed to be searching for her emotions in her head, in her thoughts, scared of unlocking what was in her heart. Nicole had to use similar tools when she woke up from her five-year human hiatus. If she was honest, she never shrugged off that bad habit. 

But Nicole wasn’t here to tell Luci how to better cope with death, that would be hypocritical of her. She wasn’t the pinnacle of healthy coping by any means, her latent addiction could speak for that. Yet that was progress in itself, wasn’t it? She’d found ways to get better. Luci would too. For now, Nicole could listen and understand. And fuck, she could understand too well. A soft bittersweet reached her lips while Luci spoke of the expectations her sister had. Sadness sank heavy in her stomach, an onrush of sympathy crashing over her at the thought of how fucked up all of it was. It was impossible not to think of her siblings. What she would’ve wished for them had they made it past the hunter’s grasp. Like Genevieve, she would’ve had expectations. Hopes. But above all, Nicole would’ve wanted them to be alright. She would’ve liked them to find their place in the world. To become their own people. “That’s enough,” she muttered quickly, disrupting some of Luci's stammering. She could only speak the words she wished someone had said to her once upon a time. “That’s okay, trying— keep doing that, please. I see that. See—you,” her gaze fell on Luci’s hand, wishing she had the courage to reach out and offer the comfort the young girl might need. They had just met, however. This conversation brought up only by their connection to Milo. It would be too much. Her grip on the mug tightened, uncomfortable with her indecision. 

She couldn’t be too hard on herself while preaching about the same thing to somebody else, could she?

“You know—how I asked you to be patient with Milo? Think you deserve that too” Nicole pointed out, leaving her cup on the coffee table. “The trying— won’t always be your best, y’know? But you gotta. You’ll make her proud just with that.” The corners of her mouth pulled into a new, more confident smile as she took in the brave young girl in front of her. Nicole didn’t have to project to know any older sister would be proud of her. “Sure she already is,” she added gently. 

Luci didn’t know what the feeling was, that the other woman seemed to be bringing out as she talked. She didn’t feel like crying, she very rarely did. Still her stuttering seemed to stop while the other talked looking lost. 

Luci wasn’t good at any of this. She knew she was upset and probably broken. There were bits of her that she couldn’t get back knowing that Gen wasn’t there. Her hurt, though, never seemed right. She never seemed to express it in a way that other people understood. Just like her kindness, her pain always was misinterpreted as something that it wasn’t. 

She didn’t know how to cry properly. It always came out all at once or not at all. She didn’t know how to be angry without shaking. It always felt wrong, like it was something distinct from who she was. 

Still in this moment she was being seen. She was being seen, something that horrified Luci for years. She hated the eyes on her - not knowing quite what most meant. Still, she didn’t feel bad at the moment when Nicole looked at her kindly. She didn’t know much about the other woman, she couldn’t have known what she had done - it didn’t even sound like Milo had mentioned her. 

Still, for a moment Luci felt seen in a way that didn’t make her feel sick. She was being seen and she didn’t want to run or hide. It didn’t feel like she was trying to judge how Luci tried to form her feelings and categorize them. Nicole even seemed to accept that she couldn’t quite explain it. So instead she breathed and listened carefully. She nodded.

“I hope so,” Luci said softly, thinking of her sister and smiling slightly. “I think so. Thank you.” With that, the young spellcaster sat more in peaceful silence thinking that maybe eyes weren’t all that bad anymore. “Thank you. I will try.”

[beesthebees]

do u have a fave rarepair :3

I AM SO GLAD U ASKED honestly i dont rlly talk abt my ships as much as I want to

idk if they count as rarepair but Zane x Gene? I jus never rlly hear anyone talking abt them in a positive light. Ive always been a bit embarrassed to admit that I like them jus bc of the whole "uwu smol bean zane x big dom daddy mean Gene" thing that was big when I was young. But I think they could be cute! I enjoy their bickering and I always found their interactions funny especially in the minigames. I genuinely enjoy their dynamic in mystreet and honestly I don't beleive it is possible to bicker with someone every time yall interact and not be a little bit gay for eachother?? Anyway I could keep talking but I'll spare u

Travis, Dante, and KC(mystreet), bc I rlly like Dante x KC and I also rlly like Dante x Travis and then I started thinking abt Travis x KC and I think that they should all kiss romantical n stuff

Another Zane ship I rlly enjoy is Zane x Dante in mystreet! Was it starlight or Love~Love paradise that they shared a room?(i always get those two mixed up) idk I liked their interactions. But I've seen ppl ship them and honestly I think it's adorable. also kestin voices them both and I think thats hilarious

KC and Lucinda in MCD too, again w the rivalry thing in season 1(?) but idk I think they could be gfs

and obviously my favorite ship, Zenix x Me

A few honorable mentions I have no explanation for is KC x Aaron(mystreet), Aph x Sasha(mystreet), KC x Nicole(mcd and mystreet)

Anyway, sorry abt the rant and also idrk if these count as rairpairs so?? But i like talking abt ships i like but I dont rlly do it enough.