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#i haven't really participated in any discourse as of late but watching that movie kinda made me think about dwd and mp#like. we know the holivia mess was such a shit show and i know that they wanted to make it look like they met on set or whatever#but i think that that stunt was in the works way before the movie deal even happened#we know that harry was seen with the mp novel in 2019. which isn't out of the norm for him because he has previously owned art by queer#artists. so in that moment of time it passed by easily. however now that we know that harry literally read that novel letter to letter and#convinced the director/producer that he would be best for the role it means that he's wanted to be part of it since 2019 itself#knowing that i think his team was already on the lookout for a role for him where he could play the straightest man possible to cover up his#role in mp. dwd was also in the talks for quite some time before that given that the script#was out in 2019 and olivia acquired it in the same year too. while yes shia was originally cast for it and we all know how that ended#but i'm just thinking about how mp started in 2019 too and dwd started around the same time his team was definitely aware of it#and it aligned perfectly that shia fell out of the movie and harry got the role and olivia got the contract of her lifetime#like. i don't think that harry organically got the role and then the stunt happened. i think harry getting the movie was FOR the stunt to#happen so that it could overlap his role in mp#i fully think the contract was ''you get an actor and a public boyfriend and we get a beard and a public straight narrative''#so like tldr version : harry wanted mp badly enough that his team found the most straight role for him and saddled him with a beard to cover#up his role in mp. and it worked too because his scenes in dwd blew up and people still thirst over that#even though mp got way more success than dwd did#which is also why they were pushing so hard for it to be a theatre release first and then onto streaming unlike mp which went to streaming#straightaway. apart from the select few theatre releases they did#and also like. so many actors who have played queer roles in media get asked about their sexuality repeatedly. like kit connor#or nicholas galitzine to the point where it becomes an obsessive need for the public to know about it#and by doing this harry doesn't get asked about it explicitly (maybe he has them banned idk) and still gets to do whatever he wants however#he wants. okay byeeeee#my policeman#don't worry darling
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I’ve been wanting to talk about this but I thought it would sound weird and kinda Mary Sue like! Glad to hear that I’m not the only one.
I’m very adamant on Cap being a pillar in not only the magic community(cause of his Champion role obviously) but the hero community as well. He’s well-known for his heroics and impossible stories about battling sentient worms and being diplomatic with alien dinosaurs.
He’s also loved for the advice he gives. All Billy wants to do is bring smiles to these peoples’ days. He dishes out advice like it’s candy and always sees the good in people. He’s great at looking at situations through multiple viewpoints and understanding everyone’s thought processes. This in particular helps with the Superman and Superboy problem. He tells both of them individually that both of their hardships are valid. Clark is allowed to feel violated because his DNA was stolen and mutated in a way that was against his consent. Connor never asked to be created, always wanting Superman’s love but never receiving it.
They reconcile, and Billy doesn’t think much of it, because it’s what anyone would do, right? No biggie. He even does something similar with Red Arrow, convincing him that he’s not just a clone. He’s his own person. He built his own life. He has his own achievements. He shouldn’t feel bad for any of this because none of it was in his control. And Roy is so damn grateful because it feels like a weight has been taken off his shoulders.
Marvel just shrugs. No biggie.
He talks Leaguers through both personal and professional problems and guides them onto a simple, honest path because adults make everything so damn complicated so why can’t you just sit THE FUCK DOWN—
Ahem.
So he helps with that too. No biggie, right? Just another good deed.
He expands his one-way business to other teams too, like the JSA, the YJ team, the Teen Titans, etc. Spends time with each of them, helps them solve their own problems whether they’re big or small.
No biggie, right?
Fucking. Wrong.
The world of heroes absolutely adores him! The other hero teams look to him like he’s the cool uncle. Despite no one knowing jackshit about his personal life, they trust him wholeheartedly. They know he’s got their back.
That’s actually what hurts, tho. Whenever anyone asks him about his life outside the cape, he gets tongue-tied. Panicked. Silent. Doesn’t say a word until a new topic is brought up and then changes wheels like it’s nothing. It hurts, knowing he doesn’t trust them. They know it’s stupid, he never had obligations to tell them anything about the real him, but it stings. Where does he go when he isn’t Cap? Does he have family? A lover? Hobbies? Pets? Why is he like a brick wall with them? Did they do something wrong?
Things get especially annoying when characters like Booster Gold(from the future) and Doctor Fate(Lord of Order, basically on the same pedestal as the Champion) know his identity and don’t even bother to hide that fact. Leaguers will frequently catch Booster making knowing jabs at the Captain, winking and saying strange things that get the Captain riled up and shaking his head profusely. Nabu is no help either, with Leaguers catching him and Marvel quietly conversing. When someone, say, Barry, shows up, Marvel stops talking.
It fucking hurts. A lot. And Billy doesn’t even notice the looks of jealousy cast at his future teammate and fellow Lord by his coworkers. The YJ team is not taking that shit because that is their den dad. Diana doesn’t appreciate that these strangers know more about her brother than she does. Flash is all confused and slightly annoyed because when are they gonna play another prank on Hal? Is he just gonna keep talking to those weirdos all day? And the next?
Billy’s honestly just happy to be here. He never thought he’d get past the age of ten, so doing all of this, helping these heroes while learning more about himself, is just great. He’s speedrunning his way through every moody, self-righteous, hurt, traumatized hero with no sweat on his back.
So yeah, he is beloved and he doesn’t even know it. You betcha that when Cap’s identity is revealed, everyone goes full mama bear/papa bear/protective older brother or sister on him. No way is he leaving without supervision.
Nabu and Booster are rolling their eyes cause hello? That’s the Champion of Magic. If anything, he’s the one they should be worried about.
Yeah, they are politely asked to leave after that. Anyhow Billy, wanna go get some hot chocolate 😘😍
Excuse the word vomit.
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By Your Side - Chapter 4
Chapter 3 | By Your Side Series | Chapter 5 (coming soon)
Summary: You experience what it’s like being on a film production for the very first time, whilst thinking about home. Luckily, your fellow castmates and film crew seem friendly enough...
Word Count: 2,772 words
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February 18, 1998
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“Alright,” the director clapped his hands together, bringing everyone in the room to his attention. “Now I know we all practically know each other by now, but since everyone’s here, let’s begin by introducing ourselves and our cast roles. I’ll go first, and then we go round clockwise from there.” He nods to the group and takes his seat down at the table.
“So! I’m Robert Rodriguez, and I’ll be your director for this movie.” He motions to the person sitting to the left beside him to continue, to which a young man with speaks up.
“Hey guys, I’m Josh Hartnett, and I’ll be playing as Zeke Tyler.” He nods shortly.
“Jordana Brewster, and I’m playing Delilah Profitt. I’m looking forward to be working with you all.” The gorgeous brunette flashed a brilliant smile.
Next was a tomboyish looking blonde, though you had a hunch it may have been stylized that way for her role. “Hi, I’m Clea DuVall, and my role is Stokely Mitchell. Cool.” The group shared a small chuckle.
“Uh, hi, I’m Shawn Hatosy, playing as Stan Rosado.” He quickly runs a hand through his curly hair as he spoke.
“Hello everyone! I’m Laura Harris, and I’ll be playing Marybeth Hutchinson.” Her gentle voice matched her kind looks as she offered a small smile. Beside her, one of the smallest of the group, perked up as he introduced himself right after.
“Hi guys, I’m Elijah Wood. Really excited to be here, and I’ll be playing Casey Connor.” He spoke quite self assuredly despite sharing most of the group’s slightly nervous jitters, having been on multiple film productions in the past.
“...”
“Uh, Y/N? That’s your cue.” Robert whispered across the table, and suddenly you realized it was your turn, but not before you caught Elijah’s eye as he gently prodded you with his elbow.
‘Oh shit.’
“Oh shhh...oot.” You caught yourself at the last second, not wanting to look bad in front of your peers by cursing. “Yeah! Yeah, it’s my turn.” The table shared a lighthearted laugh, though you weren’t sure if it was meant to be comforting or not.
“Uh... hi guys!” You introduced yourself, first name and last. “I’ll be playing as... Jordan Fulcher. Nice to meet you all.” A ripple of amusement sounded throughout the table, and you were half tempted to just lay your head down on the surface with embarrassment.
Instead, you added: “Sorry, first day on the job.” A couple of people you heard responded with “Same here”, good naturedly.
Luckily or not, the person you sat beside - whom you’ve already been introduced to as Usher - took the attention off of you to charismatically introduce himself.
“Alright, alright! How’s it going y’all? You might’ve heard of me, you might’ve not. But that’s aight if you don’t; You can call me Usher!” He pauses, letting the room quiet down after another round of laughs and playful cheers. “Usher Raymond, and I’ll be playing Stan Rosado, thank you all for comin.”
Half of you felt grateful that the fellow beside you was able to shift the attention off of you so quickly, though the other half admonished yourself for messing up within the first day of production. ‘Great job, dumbass.’ You thought to yourself.
Looking up, you met the eye of another castmate across from you; The kind eye of Robert Patrick gave you a slight nod of reassurance as he silently mouthed: “You’re okay.”
Feeling comforted as the far more experienced actor gave you his approval, you let yourself smile back.
It’s always nice to know you’ve got THE T-1000 as a cast member to learn from, as well as other friendly-enough faces.
No longer cornered by your awkward first introduction, you gently prodded Elijah back with your elbow to whisper: “Just wanna let you know: You did a great job in Flipper last year.”
His eyes widened in surprise. “Oh, thanks! It was a ton of fun, I’m glad you liked it.”
...
Sighing in frustration, you forced yourself to take a seat once you entered your assigned dressing room’s chairs, after pacing around the room, nothing short of stressed and anxious. Unable to shake the feeling of uneasiness, you leaned down, burying your face into your arms as they lay atop the vanity table, not daring to look at yourself in the mirror right in front of you.
‘How the hell did they decide to cast someone with a face like mine?’ You thought, running a hand over it.
Did anything go wrong today? No, actually, if any other person would be asked this question, the most agreed answer would be: No, things went quite well for the first day.
You weren’t any other person, unfortunately; Or at least, you concluded that you cannot be any other person even if you wanted. In fact, you still felt the absolute embarrassment of messing your introduction up; Anyone else would have long forgotten by now; you however, couldn’t shake the fear of wondering if people were about to use that slight slip-up against you, or if they wouldn’t let you live it down, or-
Someone called your name as they knocked on your door. “You doing alright in there?” Robert called, and you shot up, any admonishing thoughts upon yourself being flash frozen for the time being.
“Uh... hang on just a second!” You called back, giving yourself a once-over in the mirror to rid yourself of any evidence of stress upon your face before beelining towards the door. “Ah, hey there sir.” You gave him a welcoming smile, hiding away your inner turmoil. “What’s up?”
From the initial look on his face, you had already guessed there was something else he wanted to ask. Still, he returned the friendly expression as he replied: “Just wanted to check in on you, also wanted to say that you did great today. Don’t sweat it, just take it easy and enjoy yourself, okay?”
Nodding, you gave him a thumbs up. “Noted. Sorry about that. I... just want to make sure I can give you guys the best performance I can, so...”
“Oh, no need to worry at all.” The director laughs a little. “Everyone’s been talking about how quickly you change into your character like this.” He snapped his fingers. “It’s just the table-read, but it already looks like you’ve got your character down just like that.” You slightly bowed your head in thanks.
“I do my best, and my best is what I can only give, even on day one.” You shrugged lightly. While his words did comfort your nerves somewhat, it’ll mean nothing if not applied to the final product.
Robert gives you a clap on the shoulder. “That’s the spirit! Now, come on, you don’t want to be eating alone on your first lunch break on the job. Everyone’s been waiting for you!”
You sighed, this time with a bemused look. “Alright alright, as long as they don’t start applauding the moment I enter the room, I’ll hang around more often.” Quickly turning to grab your headset and walkman, making sure the cassette inside still held Marshall’s new EP that you’ve been listening to more often than you would’ve liked to admit, you followed your boss to lunch. “I appreciate it, you know.” You added, genuinely grateful.
“Oh, it’s no problem at all. Don’t burn yourself out by pushing yourself too hard. You’re gonna do fine, trust in the process and you.”
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Several weeks later...
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“What’re ye listening to?”
Raising your head to look at whomever interrupted your peaceful quiet time before another set of rehearsals, you gave Usher a deadpan look and replied: “Nothing your ears should be hearing.”
He raised his hands in surrender. “I mean, if you know my kind of songwriting, pretty sure that means you’re listening to the HARD, hard stuff.” He angled his neck to try and take a peek at the cassette slotted inside to no avail. “You’ve been leaving us at a cliffhanger for like, what, two and a half weeks? I wanna know what’s made this tape so special, honest to god!”
“Now that,” Clea, having heard your response, came up and sat down beside you. “Is something I’m interested in knowing about; Considering you’ve shot down all of our guesses as to who you’re listening to.”
Sighing, you groaned, facepalming. “Ugh... not you too, Clea.” Though, you couldn’t help but smile along as your two co-stars laughed. “At this point, you’re gonna get the whole gang in on the investigation-”
“Hold up, did I miss something?”
‘... Speak of the devil.’ You thought as Shawn sidles up beside Usher to look alongside him. “Are we finally gonna hear what you’ve been playing on that walkman?” He inquired.
“If I could, I would.” You replied, keeping your face stone cold with fake annoyance. “But like I said, give it time till this guy’s made it big enough for the mainstream, and then y’all won’t look at me and think: ‘Wow, this kid is a nutcase.’“
“Oooooh, so it’s a guy.” Clea leaned in a bit, raising her eyebrows. Meanwhile, the other two boys followed along with teasing “Oooooooh’s”, like a group of gossiping fangirls.
You didn’t say a thing, except look across the room where Kidada Jones was sitting, making eye contact, you gave her a pleading look of ‘help me’.
Tragically for you, she just shrugged, grinning playfully. “Sorry babe, you know I’m just as obsessed as the rest of ‘em.”
“Auuuugggghhhh.” Throwing your head back in exasperation, you called out your two other co-stars that weren’t even here. “Jeez, Laura? Josh? Why must you two not be here in this very moment to defend my pride?!” The group cracked up laughing at your dramatic bemoaning. It was all in good fun, you were hardly even offended at their sibling like pestering to reveal your secrets, but god, sometimes you really needed someplace more introverted than this.
Shoving your walkman back into your pocket and got up from the couch. “I’m being held hostage here, so I’m just gonna... make my escape. See ya.” Leaving the break room to find some other place to chill.
”Only a matter of time!” Usher called as you left. You looked back and gave him a shake of your head with a smirk, determined to win this war.
Unknowingly to them, your muscles were sore from training on another movie production, set to start filming practically right after this one ended. If you could, you’d hole up in your trailer and sleep the rest of the day away. Stretching out your back with a wince, feeling your overworked sinews creak and stretch, you continued walking down the hall to find Elijah and Robert in another room, playing a game on the Super Nintendo.
“Hey guys-” You greeted before realizing what they were playing, your eyes lighting up. “Oh shoot, is that DOOM?”
“Yeah!” Elijah briefly turned to reply to you before focusing back onto the level. “You wanna try after we finish this level?”
“Hell yeah, say no more.” Taking a seat on one of the chairs to watch the two play out their match, you stifled a pained groan as you bent your legs to sit down. “Man, I’m already feeling like an old person.”
Robert chuckled, his character reloading their shotgun shells. “You’ve got a long way to go before you actually start feeling that way, kid.” The room was comfortably silent as you watched them play, before he piped up again: “So, how was training with Ed and Brad? Tough crowd, huh?”
You let out a single “Ha!” before responding:
“Honestly, I’d rather have everyone here pester me about my musical choices before having Mr. Norton urge me to keep going after like, twenty reps? Don’t tell him I said that.”
“Lips are sealed.” Elijah said, as his character turned the corner of a hidden path to collect a blue keycard. “Got it.”
You clapped your hands once. “Nice! You’re almost there.”
Figuring you may as well resume listening to your music as you watched the gory video game, you quickly put your headphones back on to hear the middle of Just Don’t Give A Fuck, muttering along to the lyrics as if on instinct.
But if you see me on the street and duck ‘Cause you gon’ get stuck, stole, and snuffed ‘Cause I just don’t give a fu-
“Hey! Language.” Robert lightly reprimanded you, breaking you out of your trance.
“Oop, sorry.”
“...Interesting music choice you got there.”
You gave a grimace-sort of a smile. “Exactly why I’m not showing my cassettes off to anyone. Not for the faint of heart.”
“Pfft.” Elijah waved the warning off. “We’re all adults here, honestly. What’s a couple of swear words and dark topics gonna hurt anyone?”
‘Ohhhh boy, you have no clue, Eli.’ You thought, leaning back in your seat.
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Another few weeks later, March Break, 1998...
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Your pager bleeped loudly within your pocket, taking you out of your well earned peaceful zone-out of just letting the world go by, watching Quinn play around in the grassy park fields.
Nearly deciding against checking, you reluctantly took your pager out of your pocket, unsurprised to see your agent’s number displayed on the little screen.
Unsurprised yet somehow not having the strength today to feel irritated, you just sighed and dialed him up on your phone. Pretty handy these days, despite being manufactured a few years ago, it was a worthwhile investment if it meant being able to take calls outside the house.
As soon as you heard him pick up, you didn’t let him have a chance to say hello: “I swear to god, you better have a good reas-”
“Pack your bags, we’re going to L.A.”
You blinked.
“...Why?”
Usually you’d be far too happy to make a beeline for the airport, but Shaun specifically agreed to not contact you during March Break, just so you could spend some time alone with your family. Having him break that protocol, despite not having any written in agreement, well, let’s just say you had a right to ask why.
Luckily, your agent seemed both excited and probably in a slight state of panic as he explained. “You remember the demo tape I told you to give to me before you left for the first table-read, right?” Not waiting for your confirmation, he quickly got to the point. “Well, someone here wants you to get that song out ASAP, if you can, you get to perform live on the 31′st as THE opening act for another artist’s debut!”
Huh.
Running a hand over your face, you shut your notebook and began to pack your things to leave the park, phone pressed between your ear and shoulder. “Which one, exactly?”
“Florentine Garde- oh, no wait, that’s not what you meant - All of them! Well, pretty much all of them. Look, just, you got a song that’s pretty much done in there right? Which one is the quickest to be produced from now before the 29th this month?”
“Alright, alright, calm down. I know which one I’m gonna do. Just let them know I’ll be there hopefully by tomorrow.”
“Already booked your flight.”
“Wow, great. Thanks for doing all this stuff before letting me know beforehand so I can tell my parents and nephew-slash-son know that I’m going back to work whilst on vacation.” You snipped.
“Look, I’m sorry, I really am. It’s just... this is an opportunity you can’t miss if you want to make it big in the music industry. I told you before that I saw your potential in your songs you showed me, and now’s the time to show an audience what you’ve got! C’mon, please, work with me here. I promise, I’ll show you the best places there to get the best ice cream. I know you like ice cream, right?”
You just chuckled, zipping up your bag. “Alright. You don’t have to bribe me like a child, but now that you mentioned it, you better uphold to that promise or so god help me if shit goes south. I’ll see you tomorrow in L.A.”
Quickly bidding him goodbye, you hung up and called Quinn over, beckoning him to come tidy up and leave. He was fairly understanding every time you told him you had to go to work, which meant not always being able to pick him up from school or taking him outside to play like today, which you were grateful for.
Hopefully, he would forgive you for having to leave so soon, once again.
‘I’ll be back home soon, baby boy. I promise.’
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(End of Chapter 4)
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A/N: GET READY FOR THE REUNION YOU’VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR IN CHAPTER 5. MORE MARSHALL CONTENT FROM THERE ON OUT LET’S GOOOOOOO-
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hii happy birthdayy can you please do
no one's ever had me, not like you !
✨ give me a scenario + character for headcannons! with connor stoll and a daughter of apollo who write songs and plays the piano? tyyy
you are the music in me !
connor stoll x apollo!reader headcannons
a/n: please PLEASE let me know how I did with these 😭 bcs I honestly feel that these are meh 🥲 thank you so much for requesting, my lover!!
• Let me just say that Connor Stoll is completely head over heels for you.
• He thinks that you, his angelic pretty girlfriend, is the most amazing woman in the whole ass world.
• Not only are you smart and caring, but musically gifted as well (duh, you’re the daughter of apollo, of course you’d be musically gifted—Connor told himself that a million times)
• Connor never really liked music, well, that is until he met you.
• He often says that you stole his heart with your beautiful, harmonic, lovely, angelic voice. (Yes, he is overdramatic.)
• The way you play the piano is the most ethereal thing Connor has ever heard in his life. The way your voice effortlessly blends with each note in perfect harmony, made the son of Hermes actually swoon.
• He secretly records you play and sing, he is literally your biggest fan. The amount of recordings he has is actually concerning if he wasn’t your boyfriend. Pretty sure he could start a whole recording label because of it. He has a video recorder and a voice recorder on hand every time, it’s honestly so cute!!
• The way your fingers dance over the keys remind him of your gentle touch, the feel of your soft lips against his felt like heaven every time.
• Connor loves stealing your notes, making you give him a kiss before he’d give it back (well, sometimes he needs more than a kiss before giving you back your journal.)
• LOVES GIVING YOU NICKNAMES!!! like little miss sunshine, daylight, my morning dew, lyric, harmony, symphony, sweet tune, and a shit ton more. Who knew Connor Stoll could be this creative? Hell, sometimes he’d even call you by song titles. Hey, out of my league! Whatcha doin’, fearless? I love you, uptown girl!
• Honey, at this point, every song you wrote is about him. This boy, this menace you love, he is like a poem you wish you wrote!
• Remember those recordings? Connor loves twirling you around to them as the two of you dance by the docks or anywhere, really. He’d be fine dancing inside of a volcano as long as he’s with you.
• The way he took the time to memorize you is honestly so cute???? He knows every little quirk and pet peeve you have. You’re this song he has played on repeat in his head at this point.
• Funnily enough, you got Connor to sing, and surprisingly, he has an amazing voice. Jesus Christ, the gods really gave you everything!
• Aside from those recordings he has, Connor loves taking photos of you while you play! His favorites are when the sun sets in the afternoon, casting a soft glow through the window where your ebony upright piano sits. He says you look like an angel with that soft glow.
• Connor has your original songs memorized, like tunes and everything.
• He brings an extra small notebook and pen in his pocket in case you need it because he knows how hard it is to stop when an idea comes into mind. He hates to see you so bummed out because you forgot a melody or a tune, even a lyric.
• This boy, despite being able to just steal, saved up money so that he could get you a special necklace for your first anniversary. It was a golden chain with an eighth note pendant with yours and his name engraved on it!
• The two of you love making playlists! Pretty sure he even has a secret wedding playlist because he is just so in love with you.
• Every time you and Connor get the chance to roam around the city, he makes sure to get you a few records you like!
• If you and Connor were characters in a movie, you’d be Kelsey and Ryan from High School Musical.
• Musicals? You bet Connor is taking you there on a free night (technically, he’s gonna sneak the two of you out, but it still counts).
• This silly little lover of yours will belt out the entirety of Hamilton with you if you ask him to.
• Travis calls him a simp, and Connor is fucking proud of it.
• Connor Stoll loves and adores his musical side, aka you <333
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24, alana & jared?
24. “Should I call my lawyer?”
Alana tracks him down during lunch in a dusty corner of the library. It was, Jared will admit, a tactical error to hide out here knowing it’s her go-to study spot as well as Connor Project HQ, but his English paper won’t finish itself in the next ninety minutes, and the drama classroom at lunchtime isn’t conducive to doing one’s homework even when one isn’t on the outs with half the drama club, and they took his key to the control booth when he quit tech for the fall play. Really, he had no choice.
“Jared,” Alana says. She looks tired. Sounds like it, too. “You’ve read the emails between Evan and Connor, right?”
Has he ever. “Skimmed ‘em,” Jared says. “Three out of five stars. Great pathos, but too repetitive. ‘Dear Evan Hansen, my parents just don’t understand me.’ ‘Dear Connor Murphy, look at this tree and you’ll feel better.’ Why, is there gonna be a pop quiz?”
Alana frowns. He wonders if she’s offended by his irreverence about the emails and expects him to quote them like Torah verses. Then she pulls out a chair and sits down, slowly, and he thinks there’s a fire drill happening before realizing it’s the alarm bells going off in his head.
“Was there anything in them that didn’t make sense to you?”
Fuck. “Like what?” Jared says, then kicks himself for not just saying no, not really and ending the conversation.
“Like…” Alana digs out her phone. “The emails from June say that’s when Evan broke his arm. He and Connor talk about it a lot. But Evan still had a cast in September.”
“So?”
“Broken arms only take two months to heal on average.”
Damn Evan and his inability to stick to a story. Jared had insisted they nail down a timeline somewhere around the tenth email to avoid exactly this, but he’s had a million chances to go off-script, at the Murphys’ house or Connor Project meetings or fucking Instagram. “So he’s not average. Maybe it was a really gnarly break that took three months to heal because he fell from thirty feet up. Or maybe he has brittle bone disease.”
“Jared, this is serious.”
“Osteogenesis imperfecta is very serious. Jodi Picoult —”
“Evan didn’t have a cast in June,” Alana bursts out. “I remember. We were still in school.”
Shit, fuck, and goddamn it. “Did you even know he was alive then?”
“Of course I did. I saw him all the time. And you were with him a lot.” Oh, this is bad. This is DEFCON 5 bad. Or DEFCON 1, whichever is the worst one. “Don’t you remember?”
“Is this an interrogation? Should I call my lawyer?” He’s depleted his arsenal of deflections and distractions. Only one weapon remains: bald-faced lies. “I don’t remember when he got a cast. I didn’t write those emails. I don’t know why you’re asking me about any of this when he’s still walking around.”
“I just…” Alana, amazingly, deflates, rather than pushing back even harder. “I was thinking about all the people watching us. Putting their faith in us. Trusting us with their money. I wanted to know if anyone else was seeing what I was seeing. And I really don’t want to be wrong.”
He won’t feel bad about this. He will not. “Well —”
“But you’re right.” Alana gets up. “I should have asked Evan. I will, the next chance I get.”
“Did I say that?” Jared asks — rhetorically, it turns out; she’s already walking away, braids swishing.
He hasn’t seen Evan since homecoming, hasn’t said a word to him, hasn’t wanted to, and Evan hasn’t tried to break that silence. Should he break it to warn Evan that Alana’s finding the holes in their story — Evan’s story — and headed his way to pry it open?
Really, does Evan deserve it?
(prompts to write drabbles or longer stories)
#inbox#anonymous#dear evan hansen#jared kleinman#jared kalwani#alana beck#kleinbeck#and implicitly:#kleinsen#sometimes i write
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I haven't been very sappy on main so *throws sad shit at you* (aka me thanking the fable community and cast again, cuz goddammit you guys are so neat and cool)
Fable smp was, and is probably one of my favorite things I've discovered, i clicked on one of heyhays vods one day on a whim and gods im so glad i did, the way Fable has shaped me as a person and helped me improve is honestly crazy, its how i got into doing art, how i improved, how i met most of my friends, its genuinely been an amazing journey.
For me as a person, my home has always been an odd environment, without getting into too much detail my family has lots of trauma circling around, my brother and dad especially, so the way Fable comforted me through bad days, or when my dad would burst out at me or my mum, its genuinely such a crazy thing that these little block guys have helped me through so fucking much, the way they've helped me discover who i am, to feel represented through so many characters, heck even just hyperfixating with others, its amazing
Its helped me become more confident in my own skin, able to accept my body and how fucked up it is, from the rep with disabilities to identities, seeing something like "hey i have that!" Or "i experience that!", even the small pieces, its so fuckin awesome to see such cool people that are honestly like me
To all the cast: thank you, if not for making Fable, but for representing people, for showing us how much of an outlet being creative can be, and everything in between, all of this is so crazy how cool and detailed it is, truly.
To the fandom: you all are so fuckin cool, the way i get so excited when you guys interact with my stuff, art, silly posts, or just jokes, it's just so cool to interact with y'all, I've made so many friends and i know I'll make more, especially with all the smps y'all promote, keep doin that, i love your stuff guys<3
(now for specifics that have made me feel seen ayo)
To Athena: thank you, genuinely, for making a space that i feel seen in, i feel welcome in, the rep with C!Athenas disability and still having a great time, having a fulfilling life, which I've been told so many times I can't have due to my disabilities, its so amazing, even if its sleepy stardew, lore, or anything in-between, your community and self is so inviting and comforting. Your voice has always been so comforting (like a chill pink mixed with a light coffee brown feel:]), and i genuinely can't thank you enough, if not for representing me, but for becoming a comfort streamer for me
To Ghosty: Caspian as a character was so cool to see, his story was like a good book really, one you could pull up and watch with some tea or hot coco and a blanket, one that was so interesting, I've experienced some of the issues he worked through and it felt so amazing to see, especially a trans character whos entire personality wasn't that he was trans, or a character who struggled with grief but was still happy and able to be *alright* sometimes, thank you.
To Sherb: the way you did lore, and continue to do lore, always excited me, got me feeling genuine emotions, which I've always struggled with, it made me get into storytelling, something I've always enjoyed, it made me get into telling my own stories, its been so enjoyable, and will continue to be ! Icarus as a character made me feel seen in the way that you can care for someone, trust them fully, but they can still be a good person, but the way they treat you makes you believe they're a good person, and thats really important to me. Thank you Sherbert
To Connor: gods your writing is so cool, your fics motivated me to start writing again, and Ulysses as a character as well is such an interesting character, his writing is so neat and his story again made me feel so seen in many ways, and your writing is so good
Finally, To Beck: Arisanna was and continues to be a character i resonate with, always working for someone, never for yourself, feeling alone at times even with many people, having to or feeling like you have to provide for your friends and family, i grew up feeling like i had to protect my older brother, make sure he was alright, and Ari made me feel seen in that way, thanks for that, really
Thank you everyone, for supporting me, through my art, pickup lines, or just dumb jokes
Signed, FeralWetCat (Kai)
#im so late into this lol i just wanna do a longer post on this#cuz like fable made me feel so seen:(#fable smp#fablesmp#fablesmpblr#fsmp#fsmpblr#fable smp finale#being sappy on main#<3#took a lot of courage to post this lmao#been marinatin in my drafts lmao
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You know, for someone who has been described to have "garnered the hatred of his colleagues in record time", the game didn't really show a great job of it.
Yeah, Gavin does act in a way that makes this believable but when it comes to his interactions with others, it doesn't really show.
Tina is, at the very least, on good terms with him considering that she sits with him in the lunch room, listens to his story, doesn't speak up at all if he hits Connor and even follows Gavin when he leaves.
Chris also is shown to have no problem with him. He doesn't chastise Gavin when Gavin says "we could always try roughing it up a little", Gavin steps into defend him when Connor pulls Chris away from Shaolin and at the Eden Club, Chris doesn't say anything when Gavin mocks Graham and doesn't step in to defend Hank against Gavin's comment about his drinking even though Chris respects Hank.
Also, his description says "Ruthlessly ambitious, Reed will do anything to advance his career, even if it means treading on other peoples’ toes". I could see Gavin being like this to people low on the dpd totem poll, people he most likely will never speak to again but after seeing his interactions with Tina and Chris, I don't believe that Gavin could even do anything negative to them just to further his own goals.
I just find it interesting that in theory, Gavin was supposed to be this hated, deplorable and "evil" character but the more and more I've been delving into him, his actions and scenes throughout dbh, I honestly believe that they did a poor job of displaying him as the douchebag people are supposed to believe he is.
They only did a good job at making him "evil" to ppl with one brain cell.
As for the rest of us who practice critical thinking, we need more to go on. Unfortunately... it seems as if there are very few of us. I find that depressing. If anything, everyone at the DPD just seems to stay out of his way instead of scowling at him in disgust. There's no display of "hatred" or "fear" there. It's more like mild dislike for some and apathy for others.
One can argue that Chris and Ti are just passive ppl incapable of standing up for themselves -- that they just go along with whatever Gav is saying and/or doing at any point -- but it's been proven false.
Chris outright stands up for himself when Gav is telling him to get Shaolin moving in The Interrogation. Gav doesn't give him any shit for doing that. If he was so "evil," he'd tear Chris a new one after that, but Gav accepts his answer and just stays (impatiently) quiet.
Ti is very blunt and not laying herself flat when Markus mimics the dispatch lady in Capitol Park + questions said dispatch.
EDIT 01/30/2024: On a rewatch -- I was recording voice lines for a project -- I also noticed that Ti literally smiles amused for a moment looking at Con before she leaves the break room. Her initial reaction was uncertainty opening her mouth as if to say something (bc she didn't look surprised) when Gav decked him in the thirium pump regulator, but then she smiled.
Nearly impossible to dislike a person with Neil Newbon's charisma unless it's out of spite for the ppl who do like them and/or the actors/writers, etc. Gav being "hated" by the precinct doesn't make much sense in theory. Neil was too charismatic for the casting, lol. I'm glad he got the role regardless as few can pull off what he did.
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episode starts in like two minutes so might as well put in my review request now!
OH MY FUCKING GOD GUYS... HOLY FUCKING SHIT /POS
disventure camp all stars epiaode 13: "dis-vengers" - review
spoilers!!!! (but you knew that.)
they killed my aroace alec headcanon... they took it, stomped on it and burned it to the ground... yet another dsvc man who has fallen victim to the whiny lovestruck baby trope god i am so fucking sorry alec
the saddest thing is i could see them together if riya liked him back. like when they kissed and i saw riya give in i was actually excited and then she pulled away two seconds later and i was like oh.. we're doing this then.
krysderek and trevor yada yada does anybody care?? did anybody give two shits???? no? okay good NEXT!
poor alec, this episode treated him like shit. i'm starting to believe he may not make finale. this episode gave him such a visceral downgrade
connor not knowing what VR is he's so unserious 😭😭😭
ally and connor were boring this episode (as always imo) but i'm glad to see them have more moments together!!
JAKE AND AIDEN. god i'd be lying if i said this episode didn't make me adore them individually and as a pair. can we forget tomjake and instead shove jake between james and aiden and make them poly. i really need a poly couple in this show i'm starved for them
even from a non-shipping point of view, these two have come so far and i'm so peoud of them. just... argh they make me so happy now wtf i've done such a 180 on them and i'm not even complaining?!!?!!???
FUUUUUUUUUUUCK YOU YULLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!
top ten moments that made me cheer and yell loudly this episode!!!!!!
grett and gabby... grett has with gabby what the fandom wishes she had with riya. they're so,,, yeah let's shove grett between gabellie as well. maybe we should also add tess. and ally somehow. and hunter can be there as some sort of treat??? i gotta make a chart for this
FUCK!!!!!! YOU!!!!!!!!!!! YULLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! here's a small collection of everyone hating on him
fuuuuuck you have no idea how happy and relieved i am after this episode. now that the love triangle has been cast aside, i feel like the show is finally returning to its peak. i'm gonna elaborate more on that on another ask i got from this same anon but just know i'm starting to be much more excited and look forward to episodes now. i hope they don't immensely fuck it up
9/10 because .. the kiss. but otherwise it was an amazing episode
look at those queer couples . fantastic stuff. peak gay onc era is coming back
#yes i ship jakeden now sue me they made them super likeable in this episode#james x jake x aiden kinda remind me of samekuyama in an odd and twisted way i just dont really know how 🤔🤔#we gotta figure out a good ship name for them#disventure camp#disventure camp all stars#dcas#dcas review#my asks
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lil mythborne hcs because ive fallen in love with them again (maybe spoilers so yeah)
(theyre absolutely roommates btw for less confusion) ryan and aster have woken up several times in the middle of the night to see connor watching "incorrect history" by ted
these three act so close many think theyre all in a relationship with each other (and one of my headcanons says yes cause i got a ton of alt hcs)
asters sapphic awakening was the gardeners in the gardening club, ryans gay awakening was asters dad (not romantic fucking ew like he just realized men were pretty then), and connors ace realization hit while researching about the frat
they can all be pan, poly, and ace spectrum if i try hard enough (and i do)
listen to me for this: boyflux aster
professor aeliana was quite a comfort to connor after his brothers passing, as when connor's grades were dropping due to lack of motivation and using most his energy to not break down or "do something irrational" as hed put it, he offered help with work and recommended him a therapist (who helped him a lot), plus even offered him a place to talk if he really needed it
biwi is a registered therapy rat
aster offers tutoring as shes very good with work and commonly has lots of free time (she uses some of it to talk with biwi)
you know how the mana goddess of the sun just happens to be named aster? hear me out...
despite what some think, ryans actually pretty smart as its necessary to have good grades in school to participate in sports
i cant get the idea out of my head that romeo tried to cast aster ryan and connor as riptide characters for a play he wanted to try, but ended up not having enough actors for (ryan would be gill, aster would be jay plus characters like lizzie, amanda rinn, and niklaus hendrix because shes turned out to have a good voice for them, and connor would be chip, with biwi as pretzel)
ryan likes giving presents and eventually got better at matching items to people (connor has a friendship bracelet, a moon shaped pencil sharpener, a journal for art which unknown to ryan has a picture of them together on the cover, etc.)(aster has a fucking random bobble head, a sunflower pencil sharpener, a small locket, etc)
all of them can draw and get art tips while doing it, so you can see some similarities in their styles despite them being different (aster learned because she wanted to draw out where flowers would go and eventually drew flower people and flowers as people, connor used it as a way to vent out and study better, ryan did it for the sillies and saw how much fun aster and connor had so he started back in middle school and shit)
not a hc but i cant stop thinking about mermaid aster rn
these guys are seen as "oh they could never do harm" but biwi knows the horrors of being in a room with them after mario party (everyone has had a breakdown at least 3 times from it)
once connor had an insomnia induced theory about a mythical land called "texas" and did a 3 hour presentation on its possible existance, ending at 3, for ryan and aster and the next day he forgot about it and never brought it up again and they think about it sometimes
ill say more when my brain lets me think up more
#jrwishow#jrwi podcast#jrwi#just roll with it#jrwi show#jrwi mythborne#aster jrwi#jrwi spoilers#jrwi ryan#jrwi connor#connor connors#aster aeliana#ryan selucreh#jerwee supreme
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Regarding those plot ideas... I have just started Alamut novel, so here goes: Desmond Miles gets rubberbanded to past after AC3. Given the usual "pre-death flashback" thing, he is physically the age he was when he run from Farm. Destination? Pre-AC1 but after Altair being born. In a misguided attempt to preserve history, Desmond sets out to Alamut instead. What say you? (And how would Altair/Desmond still happen?)
Ooohhh, this is interesting.
Honestly, if Desmond's mindset is to preserve history but still keep an eye on the Levantine Brotherhood, becoming a Persian Assassin in Alamut would be his best course of action.
So before anything, we'll set up some parameters/limitations in the setting:
Alamut and the Assassins there are mainly background lore in AC1 and was never really talked about until Revelations where they gave sanctuary to Altaïr and Darim after being cast out of Masyaf
From this, we can make a guess that Alamut (and the Assassins in it) either have their own mentor or they decided to part ways with the Levantine Brotherhood after Abbas became the mentor
However, AC wiki did state that Alamut is considered a base of the Levantine Brotherhood in Assassin's Creed: The Essential Guide (I can confirm with my own copy - p63 talks about Hassan-i Sabbāh leading the Levantine Brotherhood even though, due to his location, he should have been leading the Persian Brotherhood if there is any distinction between the two branches)
It is noted that there was a rumor that Al Mualim building Masyaf created a schism between him and the current ruler of Alamut, Hassan the Younger, and we'll take that rumor as our starting point to make Alamut and Masyaf have a tense relationship with one another in this plot
Let's say Desmond gets kicked in the 12th century with a sixteen-year-old body but with all his memories. We'll let him keep everything he learned from his ancestors via the Bleeding Effect but we'll use the Yew Branches Series' limitation of making all of his ancestors' memories foggy and his hallucinations stop. Since you want pre-AC1, let's make him the same age as Altaïr when he transfers to the past. This way, he would be a simple young man that made his way to Alamut. Also, this meant that Altaïr will be as close to his canon characterization at sixteen (Umar's dead, his friendship with Abbas will or has already deteriorated and Al Mualim is his sole father figure)
Desmond's initial plan is to keep the timeline as close as possible and he decides Alamut is the best place to keep an eye on the Assassins without being part of 'history'. He got this idea because of the memories he received from Altaïr via the Bleeding Effect but he forgot two important things:
The memories he got from Altaïr had always been incomplete because, unlike Ezio, he only had Altaïr's memories from his time in Abstergo's Animus (which was shit compared to Rebecca's baby), and what Ezio saw in the memory seals
Altaïr's thoughts of Alamut and of the events during his time (which is Desmond's only actual insight into the Levantine Brotherhood and of the 3rd Crusades in general because Vidic didn't give any shit about anything not connected to the Apple and Shaun focused on Ezio's and Connor's time period because those were the ones Desmond was accessing) have been heavily influenced by Al Mualim's teachings and indoctrination
(This is where this fic needs to take a lot of liberties with Alamut's history......... and I might have gotten this idea from my plans for Zero Eclipse)
So when he gets to Alamut, he's expecting it to be in dire need of repairs, maybe have fewer Assassins than Masyaf and more soldiers, everything that Altaïr envisioned when he heard that Alamut 'is in dire need of repairs and guidance' which is the rumor going all over Masyaf and the rest of the Levantine Brotherhood thanks to Al Mualim downplaying (and kinda-insulting) Alamut.
What he gets is a castle that looks like it's in the middle of repairs but he realizes that all those scaffolding and ropes made it easier to freerun all over the castle. There were soldiers patrolling, yes, but Desmond's Eagle Vision made it clear to him that there were also Assassins doing the same, sticking to the shadows or blending in the crowds.
In other words, Alamut isn't in a dire situation. it's pretending to be in a dire situation.
And the Assassins have already seen him so he goes in and asks to be indoctrinated into the Brotherhood. This is met with suspicion because everyone in Levant and its neighboring cities/kingdoms believes that Masyaf is the main Assassin stronghold. Alamut is mostly seen as a branch at this point, thanks to Al Mualim's 'popularity', so everyone is sus of this 16-year-old kid who has a complexion closer to a European than someone from around there but speaks fluent Arabic. They agree to train him anyway but they'll be keeping an eye on him.
Desmond becomes a recruit and he pretends to be worse than he actually is because he doesn't want any eyes on him. Unfortunately, the Assassins of Alamut are brutal even in training. In this fic, we'll use the glimpses we saw of Basim's training in the AC Mirage trailer as the premise of how Alamut trains their recruits. Freerunning all over unstable scaffolding, fighting in the dark...
The Levantine Brotherhood evolved under Al Mualim to be more militaristic and honorable, with only their blades and their stealth. The Persian Brotherhood in Alamut stagnated, keeping the teachings of old, of fighting in the shadows and using everything at your disposal to complete a mission.
And Desmond finds himself challenged by this. Not by the brutality of the training but because his instincts kept kicking in and he can't stop it. He doesn't want to stop it. Fighting dirty using Ezio's habit of throwing dirt on people's faces then following it up with Connor's knee kick or with Altaïr's oneshot sword kills. Throwing bombs with Ezio's aim, taking down his opponent using his own ropedart that he created using Connor's memories... They kept him connected to his ancestors. It's all he has left of them and he won't let them go.
That made him stand out. That made him catch the eye of Alamut's current mentor, A'lā’ Muhammad, which Desmond didn't want to do in the first place.
(And because I want to: Desmond gets to have his own eagle because it's tradition for the Alamut Assassins to have an eagle of their own like their predecessors before them and everyone is amused by Desmond's inability to name his eagle, not knowing he wanted to name it Ezio but can't because it felt like favoritism so someone suggested he just name it Aquila and that was good enough of a reference to all his ancestors that he went along with it)
So the mentor of Alamut takes a shine on Desmond, finding his reluctance to take missions outside of Alamut but his penchant to hoard any information about the outside world and especially of Levant interesting in its contradictory nature. So he takes Desmond under his wing (add some parallel to Al Mualim and Altaïr's relationship here, maybe even sprinkle a bit of Connor and Achilles as well to keep Desmond super sus while adding some bits of paternal scenes that will absolutely throw shades of Bill's bad parenting and how that fucked up Desmond so badly that he can't help but like the fatherly kindness he's receiving)
And Desmond gets missions outside of Alamut which he can't say no to because he is, unfortunately, loyal to the mentor of Alamut now (because daddy issues!) and he is always successful, keeping in the shadows and being pretty much the model Assassin that all Alamut Assassins strive to be (which is not what Desmond wanted, he just wanted to stay as an npc, damn it!).
During the same time, Altaïr is starting to make a 'name' for himself and everyone in Masyaf hears about Desmond, of course. Not his name. Never. The tense relationship between Masyaf and Alamut meant all communication between them are coded and lacked any personal information. A'lā’ Muhammad has taken the rocky relationship Al Mualim had with his predecessor and turned it into just a stone's throw away from hostility. It doesn't help that the Assassins Al Mualim believed were getting annoying and might be threatening his position in Masyaf were always transferred to Alamut (and some might even die on the way to Alamut by unfortunate circumstances or maybe even Templar patrols that shouldn't be there in the first place).
And the tense relationship between Masyaf and Alamut includes having a relationship something similar to rivalry.
And that's where Altaïr and Desmond's paths 'intersect'!
One day, Desmond is just chilling, feeding his pet eagle and going 'good job tagging all those guards for me, who's the best eagle?' and his eagle preens like 'me! bow down before me, you peons! except you, des, i like you, i give you permission to rub my neck, oooohh, yeeessss, theeerreee' (i... don't know where that came from but i'm rolling with it, i guess) and one of the Alamut Assassins suddenly rants to him.
Random npc: Desmond! Get this! Those Masyaf dogs have the gall to copy us! Desmond: ??? Random npc: They dare give one of their soldiers the title of Eagle of Masyaf! Desmond: Oh. (So this is when Altaïr gets that moniker, huh?) Random npc: This is outrageous! Those glory hounds have no class at all, copying your title of Eagle of Alamut with no shame! Desmond: Not all of them are glo- wait. Eagle of Alamut? ME? WHAT???
And now all of Alamut and Masyaf knows about the Eagle of Masyaf and Eagle of Alamut while Desmond is embarrassed and freaking out because this is NOT STAYING INCOGNITO, OH MY GOD.
Back in Masyaf, Altaïr doesn't care about it at all although Abbas uses it a lot to annoy him, telling him that he's not any better than the Eagle of Alamut, blah blah blah. At the start, Altaïr doesn't care. So some Assassin is better than him, that's not his problem. He is still good at what he does and his record is impeccable. Fuck Abbas. Then, later on, everyone is comparing him to this supposed Eagle of Alamut who nobody in Masyaf knows is actually a pretty chill dude who always accepts missions with a groan like it's a stupid household chore his dad is making him do and would rather spend the day just chilling with his eagle and maybe listening to other people's problems while serving them tea (because alcohol is forbidden). Masyaf sees Desmond as this super Assassin who follows the tenets and Creed to the letter and Altaïr is getting annoyed by all these comparisons (while Desmond, in Alamut, knows Altaïr enough to know 'oh fuck, Abbas is gonna use me against Altaïr, isn't he? I hope nobody is bullying him by using me. Just let him ignore my existence, pllleeeasseee!') and finally has a breaking point when Malik tells him that he should learn from the action of the Eagle of Alamut (Malik didn't mean it to annoy Altaïr, he meant it to criticize Altaïr's habit of foregoing stealth to get a quick kill instead which is dangerous for everyone, including Altaïr himself) and that's when it happens.
Altaïr starts to see the Eagle of Alamut as a rival. While Desmond just wants Altaïr not to know about his very existence.
Desmond's actions propel Altaïr to strive to be better, to be more than Desmond could ever be. The butterfly effect is in full motion now. Malik sees Altaïr working harder than ever, sees him actually trying, and eases up, just a little. Kadar thinks he's cooler than ever but also sees him more as a human than a hero because all that hard work makes a guy think. Abbas is still Abbas unfortunately but Kadar is more outspoken about how he's talking shit. Malik gets in between the two arguing more often than not because Abbas is of a higher rank than Kadar and all Kadar has is his unofficial status as Altaïr's sorta-best friend (nobody knows how that happened, even Altaïr himself) and that grants some leeway because no one wants to incur Altaïr's anger. Malik gets roped in as a friend of Altaïr because of this (which both of them would deny vehemently while Kadar would just be like "yup, we're a trio now, suck it Abbas!")
Some things stay the same. Adha still dies. Her death still affected Altaïr so badly that he broke all three tenets during the mission to retrieve the Apple. But, this time, Kadar survives because he's been training harder and Altaïr has been teaching him a bit but is mortally wounded. Malik blames Altaïr for the failure and his brother almost dying, he is stripped of his rank and ordered to atone by taking nine lives.
But Desmond's actions also sent waves across every faction of the 3rd Crusades. A'lā’ Muhammad receives a letter from Robert de Sablé and learns of Al Mualim's duplicity. But this could all be a ploy, a way to drive a stake between the two Brotherhoods and make them kill each other. Desmond is confused why Robert would write to them and wonders if the same thing happened in the original timeline (it didn't, Desmond's exploits as the Eagle of Alamut have raised Alamut standing in the eyes of the Templars and Robert was trying to use them to lower Al Mualim's power).
That's when his mentor gives him a new mission: Find proof of Al Mualim's betrayal.
And Desmond realizes.
The best and easiest way to find proof of Al Mualim's betrayal was to check the belongings of those in Robert's inner circle for any documents that were written by Al Mualim or mentioned Al Mualim by name.
And the Templars of Robert's inner circles are... the ones that Altaïr will be ordered to assassinate.
Oh. Fuck.
Cue AC1 plot but with Altaïr and Desmond's path intersecting at various points.
Maybe add in a scene where Desmond helps Altaïr gather information on where his current target is then, later on, Altaïr finds Desmond looking over the documents of his target and realizes that Desmond had used him as a fucking distraction ("You were gonna kill him anyway! And these documents are going into the fire once he's dead!" "That's not the point! You used me!" "Used is such a horrible word. I just... you know... saw an opportunity." "I will kill you!" "Stay your blade from the flesh of the- Oh, jesus!" - cue chase scene all over the city between two Assassins-)
(and they only stopped their chase when Desmond jumped into the bureau and shouted 'you can't kill me with the Rafiq watching us!' and the Rafiq just sees these two dumbasses, sweaty and trying to catch their breath, and just shrugs and leaves for the backroom while Desmond and Altaïr just crumbles to the floor, their body aching and protesting over the unnecessary chase sequence, Desmond laughs because he can't believe Altaïr just chased him all over the entire city and Altaïr can't help but laugh with him because even he knows that was stupid and Desmond's laughter is infectious)
This event only leads to them growing closer. Desmond hears Altaïr's struggles over the final words of his targets and tries to comfort him. He begins to see Altaïr not as his ancestor but as a fellow Assassin trying to be better and Desmond is too much of a softie to not try to help.
And, even though Desmond infuriates him to no end, Altaïr can't help but feel something for him. Something... similar to how he felt for Adha but also different at the same time. Desmond was his equal, the only person he couldn't catch no matter how far or how long he chased him, the only person he couldn't take down with his swordsmanship, the only person who will not judge him if he tells him his greatest fear or the uncertainty in his heart, the only person who always seemed to know where he is, no matter how hard Altaïr hides from him. And Desmond glows in his Eagle Vision, glows brighter than anyone he had ever seen, a swirl of gold and blue that was beautiful in his eyes.
And Altaïr is unsure of his feelings. So he goes to the one person he knows would not be kind and would say the truth.
At this point, my penchant for making Malik suffer through the stupidity of these two dumbasses continues and he has to be the one to listen to Altaïr and be the one to tell him "......... you love him. That's what you're feeling. Now, if you're done torturing me with your poetry for the Eagle of Alamut, leave me be so I can ask someone to hit me in the head hard enough to forget this torture ever happened."
And Altaïr recognizes the truth in Malik's words and understands that it is love that he feels.
Meanwhile, Desmond knows he is falling for Altaïr. He's not dumb. He can see the signs. But he also knows...
Altaïr is meant to fall in love with Maria.
INSERT ANGST HERE.
And that's where I'm gonna leave this plot. Hahahaha.
tl;dr: AltDes is mainly (onesided)rivalry to friendship to romance with the mystery and intrigue of the 3rd Crusades as the backdrop.
#i have no work so my reply is extra long#honestly the altdes can be romantic or bff/found family#but considering it's me#it's gonna be#altdes#fic idea: assassin's creed#ask and answer#teecup writes/has a plot
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Random Jason Hijinks I either wish would happen someday or find amusing to think about.
Rose and Jason break Eddie out of hell and steal his soul back from Neron. Jaime is dragged along by Rose because he and Eddie were “friends a few reboots ago”. Jason asked Roy who sent him Connor who is suffering™.
Pre-Red Hood Jason and Pre-Green Arrow Connor first meet up back when Jason was part of the All-Caste hunting a demon. It’s a one-shot adventure and the things you have to know are:
a) this is before Jason’s growth spurt so he’s over a head shorter than Connor.
b) Connor isn’t a cape so excuse him for not understanding demons and fucking up hilariously a few times.
c) When Jason tries to kill the demon who is possessing the human, he and Connor fight about it. The fight ends when the demon explodes out of the person like the Pus of Man from Dark Souls 3.
d) Talia is the one who finds and picks up Jason from the adventure (Connor thinks she’s his mom and Jason just didn’t inherit the melanin) and is also the one who gives Connor contact information for Jason because she wants him to have some sort of friend.
e) They never actually learned the other’s name so anytime they’d hear about Red Hood or Green Arrow they literally don’t know it’s that guy they met as teenagers.
Jason decides to actually dust off his mystic training when Dick walks in and Jason gets hit with so many bad vibes he’s genuinely worried something is wrong with Dick.
Jason: “Did they not fix the Brother Blood mind control thing fully? Did Raven miss something? Isn’t Dick friends with a million people? How have they all missed this????”
It ends with bringing Danny Chase back to life and the only person remotely happy about it is Jason and even that’s a stretch.
Rose, why are you part of the Wild Hunt?!!!
What do you mean Biz got taken by the fae?!
Roy, why is this werewolf saying he’s your husband?!
Eddie, why didn’t you tell me you were a prince of hell? What do you mean that one of Trigon’s sons is buried in Gotham?!!! No wait, you still haven’t told me how you’re a prince of hell!
Jason and Talia's road trip where Jason comes to the uncomfortable realization that he views Talia as a mother/aunt figure.
Bonus Artemis suffering Jason’s Mom Has it Going On.
Jason gets a new dog named Ellie and he loves her and Dog very much. What do you mean she’s a Blue Lantern!?
Ellie is short for Elpis and she’s absolutely Hope Corgi.
Roy finds out that he has a whole-ass checking account under one of his aliases that he never knew about. Turns out Jason created it for him years ago and Roy’s actually under W.E. employed as an independent contractor and he’s been making 6 figures for years because Jason never bothered telling anyone that he still owns Wayne R&D.
Jason slowly but surely claims Park Row and the surrounding areas as his territory. It has the unforeseen consequence of magical folk moving into the neighborhood because Gotham is a nightmare to live in normally, Magic Gotham is even worse and the only people who can survive are big hitters like Blood, Zatanna, and Ivy or small fries like the kitchen witch near Leslie’s. Welcome to the big leagues, Jason.
Jason keeps getting mistaken for Jason Blood and it is annoying. One day some demon hunters threw something at Jason and did anyone know Jason used to be in heaven because he sure didn’t and these angel wings are a fucking nightmare.
Rose busts a gut laughing because she somehow became friends with the least demon-y demon Eddie and Jason as an angel.
Jason, Ivy, Sideways, and Impulse (Impulse voice: “Why am I even here?”) vs the Madness Wavelength in Arkham.
Jason kills Joker and finds out that he cannot. Not as in “He doesn’t die” or “There will be a new one” but a secret third option, “The universe literally resets the day every time he’s killed.” Instead of being a tragedy, it becomes a comedy as killing Joker slowly becomes Jason’s go-to when shit goes wrong/killing him is good stress relief. Stephanie discovers what happens because she’s had to write the same essay nine times once. Instead of being horrified they (and then Helena, Tim, Duke, etc.) make killing Joker a gag. The only ones not allowed to kill the Joker are Dick and Bruce because then the universe decides it’s the bad timeline instead of just resetting again.
Tim: *drops his latte on a hot guy and then embarrasses himself in public trying to apologize and becomes a meme.*
Tim: I guess I have to kill Joker now.
Jason and Kory remeeting and wow it’s really awkward that we only got close because of a universe meddler and then you dipped and never contacted me again even though I was a hundred percent serious that you were one of my first friends and are very important to me.
Oh no. Not the talking. Not communication! Kory take mercy on me and just drop me like a bad memory don’t have us open a dialogue where we reconcile all of the bullshit that happened to us and the fact that we did genuinely get close at very low points in our lives and be willing to try and be friends again!
Give! Kory! All! The! Friends! She doesn’t care if you think it’s a bad idea, it's her life!
Gotham Vigilante Tabletop Club (GVTC) featuring Jason, Tim, Stephanie, Duke, Helena, and Harper. They each get a turn as dm and every one of them brings in a different game.
Why is Damian’s friend (Colin) asking me for love advice? I’m a gay disaster ask anyone else please. ??? I guess I can try to help??? Who’s your crush?
It’s Lian and Jason regrets agreeing to help because Roy is going to murder him.
Countdown 2 Electric Boogaloo. Except for this time they were all shoved into the dimension separately and by separate events and there is no danger. It is just a multiversal road trip with the people who vexed you greatly but are slightly grown up now.
Bonus scene includes Jason’s gleeful face when he realizes he understands what all of those words Donna keeps muttering under her breath mean because Artemis was a bro and taught him Themysciran Greek.
#I didn't mean for all of them to sound like comedies but sometimes that just happens#People may hate on the all-caste for not being Jason enough or whatever#But have we ever stopped to think that Damian is related to an immortal cult and Duke is the son of an eldritch being#And Dick is related to an unrelated cult and just all the weird shit that happens in Gotham anyways?#Why can all these exist and Jason not also have mystic monk training he never uses#Listen I don't know much about Gotham's magic population but I'm pretty sure the place is awful to live in with the nine different curses#So having a dude that's basically a mage-killer claim a territory can only be a good thing for their safety#Plus I'm positive that magic folk would keep property values low because who would go looking for magic users in Park Row#Everyone was written terribly for rhato but Jason and Kory had the potential to be a really interesting relationship#Just this lack of judgement and ability to not have to shave down all of your sharp edges for one another#also I do really like the idea of them trying romance or sex and then deciding that they need friends more and then staying friends#Gotham Vigilante Tabletop Club my beloved#Look Duke and Tim canonically play tabletop games and if dc would finally acknowledge that Stephanie and Jason are nerds they would too#I miss Colin and the idea of him and Jason being disaster siblings or disaster guardian-child is important to me#I don't know if it's canon but considering linguistic drift Themyscira should either have its own language or dialect#and Donna should use it to say mean things under her breath#Jason Todd#I am not tagging anyone else their tags deserve to be Bat-Free#oh boy do I love how I can't make indents in even in html. Sorry for the eyesore whoever reads this mess#Azol's words
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Ian/Dan/Phil
Roll with me here
say no more Anon, I GOT you!!!
genre: angst, smut words: 1.327
Your Anthony
It was around Christmas in 2018. And Ian Hecox was not okay.
He sat on his couch, huddled up under a couple of blankets, empty packages of Ben and Jerry's on the ground next to him. He was clutching a bottle of vodka and casting YouTube to his tv.
"This is my weekend!" He thought, trying to justify his behavior to himself.
But all content on YouTube was shit. Maybe he should go back and watch war documentaries in stead. He clicked through a couple of particularly cringy cooking video's with YouTubers who had never even seen a single calory before but somehow pretended to love sweets. Pathetic! He clicked on.
Then he saw a Dan and Phil video. It was titled 'Phil is not on fire 10.
"Wow, they're still going strong at least," Ian thought. He had met them a couple of times, they were nice people. Very reserved though, and somehow mysterious. That was probably their appeal.
"I hope I don't get spontaneous epilepsy from this.."
The video was edited in a frantic, ecclictic way, but it was done very well. Dan and Phil weren't trying to appeal to anyone. They were really just weird like that. They'd drawn whiskers on their faces with sharpies and did random shit on Phil's bed. Somehow, Ian wanted to keep on watching.
"I'm like, hey, you just caught me in the Apple store..."
Dan and phil had just ironically ironed their hair straight and reminisced about their early years. Ian couldn't help but be reminded of those same years, and even earlier than that, when he and Anth.. Anthony, had been so happy together.
"Well, shit." Ian cried. He took another swing of his bottle for good measure.
A coupe of hours later he had watched all Dan and Phil's 'pinof''s and was now on their 'day in the lives'. He definitely noticed the visual similarities between Anthony and Dan, for instance that they were both incredibly pretty. Ian paused the video on a still of Dan. Dan was staring at Phil. Ian looked at Dan's face, his features were delicate. Maybe Anthony was a bit more boyish, and Dan a bit more feminine. Dan's eyes were a bit darker brown as well.
"I can see why Phil keeps him close," Ian thought.
His drunk thoughts were interrupted by the buzzing of his phone. It was MatPat.
"Yo, Ian-meister! Are you up for a party with fellow mediocre white male youtubers? JUST KIDDING but accurate still. It's me, Jack, Ryan and Connor. Oh and Dan and Phil are here too, isn't that weird and fun?! COME ON IAN GET YOUR WHITE ASS OVER HERE!"
Ian smiled at the text. Matt knew he was going through it at the moment, and he appreciated how he was trying to cheer him up.
"Well, why the hell not actually." Ian got up, and immediately sat back down. He was too drunk for this. But he called an Uber and somehow made it to the party.
~
It was a typical YouTuber house on the hills. Everyone was incredibly nice and Ian started to sober up a little, until they served him more liquor. But most people there were on something so nobody judged.
"Hey, Ian from Smosh," Dan joked.
"Hey, Dan from Dan and Phil," Ian joked back.
"How are you?" Dan was the only one at the party who looked concerned for him.
"I mean.. I've been better," Ian laughed. "But I can't complain, really. We're pulling through, and I'm surrounded by incredible talent."
"I'm glad, man." Dan laid his hand on Ian's shoulder. Wow, he was incredibly tall.
"Why are you in the states, though?"
"We are having a reunion with all the tour crew from this year," Phil chimed in.
"Oh, how nice." Ian really liked when 'creators' were actually nice people. Because it was very rare. "I'm glad you're here, by the way."
"Aww thanks! We're glad too!"
They had some more drinks and at one point Ian remembered looking at Dan but his vision blurred and he didn't remember anything after that.
~
He woke up in a hotel room. Disoriented and with a massive headache. There were two beds. He lay in one, and two dark heads of hair snored softly, cuddled together, in the other. Ian sat up, slowly. He needed to pee so badly. But he had to take in this vision. Dan was spooning Phil, his leg sprawled over Phil's hip. The blankets only covering up some of their bodies.
This was so beautiful, and Ian felt privileged to be able to witness it. So why were tears streaming down his face? Why the FUCK could't he have this?! This level of intimacy, mutual love... Visions of him and Anthony in their many hotel rooms flashed before his eyes. There had certainly been opportunities. But they hadn't been able to go there. Only stolen glances. He had known Anthony was watching him undress. Shit. He walked to the shower.
Crying into the water streaming down, he started to rub himself off. It was nothing more than a morning boner, he told himself, not the sight he had just witnessed, the scene that could so very easily have been him and HIS best friend. Former best friend.
"Anthony..." Ian whimpered, but then he stiffened. He felt their presence. Were they... were they looking? Would he turn around and acknowledge them? They kept silent. So he decided to just continue.
"Anthony, why have we never taken the leap? It would have been so beautiful, Anthony.. I would have treated you like a fucking prince. I would have sucked you off every morning, noon and evening. You would absolutely want for nothing..."
He came and felt four hands wrap around him, in a warm hug, soft bodies pressing against him but hard dicks prodding impatiently. He hugged back, breathing hard.
"Ian," Dan whispered. "I can be your Anthony for now, if you want..."
Ian finally turned around and looked Dan in his slightly darker brown than Anthony's eyes. "Yeah, I would like that, actually."
Ian got on his knees in the shower, and took Dan's penis in his mouth. He looked at Dan's belly, softer than Anthony's, but tanned like him. It could work... He imagined Anthony standing there in the shower. Maybe they were at Vidcon and wanted to wash the day off. Anthony would always be so tired, he was an incredible introvert, although nobody would notice. Ian did, of course. And now Ian would take some of that stress away, give him a prober blow-job.
Dan moaned, Phil kissed him as Ian was still blowing him. Of course, Phil was still there, Dan and Phil were a package deal, after all. He felt Dan's dick get harder and harder, and then he thrusted hard into Ian's mouth, as Phil entered him. He moaned as he came into Ian's mouth. Ian stood up, looked up at Dan as he swallowed and kissed him. Dan had to bend over a bit but kissed back gladly, Phil had slowed down for the tender moment. Ian took a few steps back and leaned against the shower wall. And Phil sped up again, sensually moving and worshipping Dan's body as he penetrated him. Dan was very loud. After a while, Phil came and everyone washed off, and they went back into the hotel room.
"So, that was nice," Ian said, grinning.
"We don't often do this, by the way," Dan said.
"Don't worry about it," Ian reassured him. "I won't tell a soul. You know I can keep a secret or two."
"You're amazing, Ian," Phil said lovingly. "Let's keep in touch?"
"Yeah."
Ian called another Uber. When it arrived, he hugged the giant British guys, and looked at Dan one last time. "You're such a beautiful guy, Dan, I can't get over it."
"That's a very high compliment, coming from you," Dan said, beaming.
"Bye, Ian."
"Bye."
~ Fin ~
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I had a nonnie in my inbox who asked me to expand my thoughts on the sperm donor arc and when I tried to post I got an error, so here is the answer without exact context, ugh:
I'm glad you brought this up because it's giving me a chance to express my thoughts more...calmly, as opposed to the *screaming into the void* moment I had yesterday. I, personally, am not a fan of what the show has done to Buck's character since season four. To me, it feels like the intention was to go one way with his story (the therapy arc, maybe revisit things with the parents in s5 to officially move on to the next phase), but then...problems? unforeseen circumstances? changed it up. I mean...think about it. We get this "huge" Buck backstory, he realizes he needs to start learning about his past/accepting it, and then...two episodes later...here comes his former hookup who causes nothing but drama and she's not just a blip on the radar again. They're bringing her back to be part of the cast in s5. If you want my opinion (and this is not a slight on any actors because it is what it is), once it was realized that Jennifer was pregnant and she would have to be written out, and then the question turned to what to do with Chimney... Buck in healing mode didn't mesh with how the audience would expect him to react to Madney "leaving", so...why not let him self-destruct even more! The show abandoned the therapy arc. That's the part people are ignoring. That's the part that makes their arguments about "healing not being linear" irrelevant. There was no hint at healing beyond those two conversations (the end of 4x05 and beginning of 4x06). Shit happened and the show changed course. Very quickly. Skipping ahead to the sperm donor storyline...Well. I would argue that it narratively doesn't make *total* sense when we left off 5x18 with Buck finally doing something for himself by breaking up with TayKay. Maybe if it was TayKay who cut ties, we could more easily accept him still not being willing to listen to that voice inside that knows he's doing the wrong thing(s). Also, now that we know "radical acceptance" isn't supposed to be explained the way Buck explained it (they should have just stuck with "saying yes to possibilities")...I'm annoyed that his behavior is the antithesis of radical acceptance and looking at the show like "you just threw fancy words out there hoping people would call you genius, huh?" (Sad to say it worked.) It makes the fandom look dumb af, too, "He's saying yes without thinking! He's bound to backslide!" He's...he's not performing radical acceptance until he STOPS falling into old habits, actually. It's now a conversation that could have been avoided if they didn't use THAT exact term. 🤦♀️ (It's like someone decided they should use a word other than 'open-minded' or even 'automatic' and chose radical without considering it's a real phrase with a completely different connotation.) I'm not a fan of the sperm donor arc, I've made no secret of that. The timing of it (to me) seems like a way to appease the people who want to think of him as a father (because Chris isn't biologically his and therefore it doesn't count 🙃) since it's probably gonna be awhile until he has a bio kid of his own, if ever. But. I was trying to stay optimistic. "Well, surely, this is not gonna work out and he's gonna have a moment where he realizes his purpose is to build/be a family with Eddie and Chris." And by "not work out" I mean he gets rejected or the attempts aren't successful. *That* would have been my preferred scenario - he makes a rash decision, but backs out before it's too late because he's finally like "Wtf am I doing? This isn't gonna make me happy." *That* would have fit with him putting himself first. *That* would have been a way to expand on the growth we saw a glimpse of in 5x18. Now...there might be a baby? (Still allowing a 1% chance that it ends up being Connor's baby after all...) And as long as there's a baby, people aren't going to let it go. "Is Buck gonna have to save his bio kid when they get sick???" "Will Connor and Kameron die to bring up a new trauma for Buck???" "Are we gonna get Big Man, Tiny Baby because he gets to be a friend to the family???" And the thing is...I can't blame people for going there with it. As long as there is a (hypothetical) child in the story, the show could bring them up at any time. To some in the fandom, Buck should be capable of walking away peacefully from this situation he's found himself in, but the fandom is not in the writers' room. If the show doesn't have any "better" ideas, if the show needs easy drama...Buck's attitude could change on a dime. The saving grace is that this storyline is happening now when (I highly doubt) we'll get to a season where the child is old enough to want to get to know their dad. Because you know that would happen.
#praying the original ask doesn't pop up on my dash after this lol#tina speaks#tv: 911#tv: 9-1-1#evan buckley#buddie#(because they are mentioned briefly)
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Stranded.
Pardon any errors.
"Are you fucking kidding me? How many goddamn days did you just say?" John hissed into the phone. He was pacing back and forth twisting himself all around in the cord.
Ivy Nicole and Connor were sitting on a worn bench, waiting. John's car broke down while they were driving back to New Bordeaux. Connor tried his best to fix it, but the poor thing is shot. Connor smoked a cigarette as he watched John, eyes following him, back and forth. This is amusing to him. Next to him is Ivy Nicole. She parked herself there after John got a bit snippy with her. Now she's trying to stay out of his way.
"How long do you think we'll be stranded here?" Connor asked, smile slipping onto his face before taking another drag.
Ivy Nicole shrugged.
"He seems way too angry. So maybe three days." She looked over at Connor and waited to see what he would say.
"Three days? That's cute. I think we're looking at five. Johnny can blow a fuse over anything, but this, this is real anger. I told him this hick town wouldn't have what he needed." Connor shook his head, reaching his cigarette over to Ivy Nicole. She looked at it for a couple of seconds before grabbing it and taking a drag.
"I hope I have enough clothes." Ivy Nicole said absently, eyebrows pinched together as she looked at the floor, his cigarette still between her fingers.
"They probably have a shitty laundry room you could use. But really, you should have packed enough." Connor looked over at her, smile no longer present on his face. He didn't seem angry. Didn't seem upset. He's just there.
"Oh, I hope so! And I did pack enough... for the trip we had planned. Not this." Ivy Nicole passed him back the cigarette as she talked.
He slipped it back between his lips and shrugged.
"You'll make do." He said around the cigarette, using his hands to pat his shirt pocket and pant pocket.
"Do me a favor,' he grabbed Ivy Nicole by the arm to get her attention. 'Go up to our room and see if I left my pack of smokes up there." He didn't necessarily ask, and Ivy Nicole didn't want to argue. She sighed and got up, dragging her feet out the door of the rickety old lobby and up the shitty staircase to their room.
Right as she realized she didn't have the key to get in, the front doors of the lobby opened.
"Ivy! Come get the key!" Connor called from downstairs.
"Nicole!!!! Ivy Nicole is my name!" She whined, leaning over the rail so she could look at him.
He rolled his eyes.
"Fine, Ivy Nicole, here." He tossed her the key, and she reached for it, but it slipped out of her hands and landed on the floor.
"Shit." She grumbled, bending over to grab the key.
"Nice catch, Ivy!" He said sarcastically. She didn't have to look at him to know he had that dumb grin on his face.
"Nicole!" Was all she could say back. She grumbled about how much of an asshole he was as she unlocked the door and walked into the musty, dusty room. The door slammed behind her. She flicked on the light, which casted everything in a sickly yellow sheen.
She went over to the bed that Connor was occupying. Him and John shared a bed, and Ivy Nicole got one on her own. The perks of being the only girl on a trip with boys. She moved Connor’s bag around and poked at John's. Neither were concealing the pack of cigarettes. Ivy Nicole peeked around the floor of the bed to make sure it didn't fall. While doing so, she realized Connor had certainly dropped something. It was a hefty pocket knife. He's clearly had it for a while. He's the exact kind of guy that would carry something like this around. He probably wouldn't want to lose it. She tucked it away in her pocket and continued looking for the cigarettes.
Finally, she found them. They were set on the bathroom counter. He must've set it there after he tucked a cigarette behind his ear. Knowing he would want more than the one he grabbed, but maybe not wanting the pack. Or simply, because he forgot it. Ivy Nicole over thinks these kinds of things anyway.
When she got back down to the lobby, John and had sat in Ivy Nicole's spot. He bickered to Connor, whose eyes seemed to have lit up when he noticed she was carrying his smokes.
"Great, Johnny just ran out and won't quit bitching about it. Thanks, Ivy." Connor said as she passed him the pack.
"Nicole. I also found this. It was kinda under the bed. Didn't want you to lose it." Ivy Nicole said as she grabbed his pocket knife out of her pocket. Feeling semi-selfconscious about how warm it felt.
A smile spread across his face.
"Thank you. I would have hate to have lost it. I've had it forever. I'll have to tell you about some of the trouble I've gotten into with it. Thanks again." They locked eyes, and Ivy Nicole felt warm. Important, if only for that second. She did a good thing, and that good thing made someone really happy. Maybe she has worth after all. She sat on an old chair across from, feeling content.
#stevie.txt#text#stevie writes#m*fia game#connor aldridge#ivy nicole harris#john donovan#ahhhh i havent wrote in soooo long and i really liked this piece!!!!
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Small town gossip traveled fast. As if by some supernatural force, it seemed everyone within the county knew about the incident that’d taken place at Murph’s last night. How easy the truth got strung along into something else entirely was beyond Dallas, but then again he rarely participated in the whispers. That was, of course when the whispers were not about him and how he’d supposedly smashed Alan Howart’s nose in over a spilled beer. The blooming bruise on his knuckles and jaw spoke volumes to the flood; in fact maybe they started it in the first place but no one knew the full truth. Alan had spilled his beer, that was a fact. Dallas had told him it was okay he was shit faced it didn't matter, but it was the undeniable slur of words that came out from under Alan's breath that caught his ears and made him shove the guy. After the shove a swing was given and hit Dallas square in the jaw, and while it rocked the inside of his brain it didn't stop him from drawing back himself and striking Alan. He may have overdone the hit, he was sober and angry – Peter, Murph’s nephew, luckily stepped in. That’d been the late night thrills of Haven Lake, and now at twelve in the afternoon the supermarket had been humming with sideway looks and poorly whispered sentences.
The walk back to the Gilbert residence had been quick, long strides with cut glances at each face that attempted to maneuver to catch a glimpse at the shiner he wore. It's not like he had a reputation, okay maybe he did; but it didn't give anyone the right to gawk at him like a museum display. What was a reputation anyway? He’d held his own against an assholes who thought it funny to try and prove their superiority by mocking him, he’d also coined a very well worn label of a flirt but at the time he didn't realize that it had been Reverend Connors wife. Regardless he’d made an effort, the brown paper bag of groceries in his arms was evidence of it. A brave face to get @el3nas groceries and return quickly and slip out without it being noticed. She didn't need to know about the altercation – and he wasn't going to tell her. Steps are taken two at a time as he comes up to the old home, feet rounding him along the side of the porch toward the rear entrance. Using his opposite hand he knocks three times, fingertips tapping against the bag with an anxious rhythm. Give her the bag and get out, that's all you have to do. The door parts from its jam and there she is, the smile on her face something he doubted he’d ever get used too.
Maybe he did earn his title of a flirt, but could he be blamed? After all there were several beautiful women in Haven Lake, maybe it was in the water who knew – but Elena Gilbert had to take top three if Dallas were asked. His lips pull into a small smile bag extended carefully as he speaks, “ Sorry I can't stay, I've got to see about the truck. She’s running a little hot. “ Casting a glance over his shoulder at the old chevy he feels a fondness for the machine; she was fine – maybe in need of a clean but running like a gem. "Hey…where did you get that?" The question makes him bristle, fingers curling into his palm as he shoves his hands into his jacket pocket. Dark brows arch high on his forehead as he gives her a look feigning innocence. “ It's just an accident. No big deal, just me being my naturally charming self and rendering people speechless. “
#el3nas#//. connections#//. asks#//. elena gilbert#IT GOT LONG GOD DAMN#BUT I MEAN#YEH#CALL HIM ON HIS SHIT ELENA
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