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Hi. I really like your works, you amazing writer so i had this silly idea in my head for a while and wanted to request Adam x reader who is Lucifer's little sister. Like she is kind, patient, a little shy (blushes if you compliment her etc.) and very loving angel. She is very close to her brother and he loves her very much but after meeting Lilith they start to spend less and less time together. After finding out that her big brother "stole" first man's wife, she feels bad for Adam and wants to keep him company (after all, she knows that he is problably feels lonely just like she is). Two quickly become friends and eventually starts dating. She is afraid to tell Adam that she is Lucifer's sister thinking that he would hate her for it and abandons her (obviously he is not, but whrerever), but eventually he finds out thanks to Lucifer who is worried about his baby sister who spends too much time with Adam behind his back and confronts his sister boyfriend (I feel like he woud said something like : "Hey! Keep your hads off my sister!" "What?! Sister?!"
I teally hope this is not too much, again I so sorry if it is. If not in a mood for or its too much I understand. Don't push yourself too hard. You amazing writer! Take care!
“Say what now?”
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Adam x lucifer sister
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You and Lucifer were the closest siblings that could ever be. For a while you didn’t think you two could ever be torn apart. However that changed.
From the dust of the Earth the first two humans were made. Adam and Lilith.
You saw the way your brother’s eyes lit up as he saw Lilith be created. You could practically see the hearts in his eyes.
It started small, Lucifer would go on and on about the first woman. Then he would miss your plan events together. Then soon he would completely ditch you for the woman he had grown to love.
Rumors of your brother new relationship had flown all around heaven. How he stole the first man wife. It had made you feel pity for Adam.
You had decided to just take a peek at what was really so special about these humans. That’s when you saw Adam petting a golden flying animal that had flown onto his hand. He was alone.
“I’ll call you a bird.”
You heard his voice and then you slightly understood Lucifer’s starstruck gaze as you shared the same one. Staring at Adam.
It had become a habit that you would often look after Adam. It wasn’t long until he had noticed.
—
“You can come out you know?” He was staring into the lake but he could feel your eyes. Watching him, always watching him.
You knew the gig was up as you sighed. You had thought you’d been more discreet. “I didn’t mean to intrude.” You spoke softly, embarrassed.
Adam felt heat running to his cheeks at your kind voice. The opposite of Lilith’s. You had inviting (E/C) eyes, and delectable lips.
“Who are you?” The only people or angels Adam had come across was Lilith and Sera. He heard of Lucifer, but he hadn’t even seen him.
“I’m (Y/N). An angel!” Adam head tilted. “I thought Sera was the angel to interact with me. Why are you following me?”
So many questions. Granted they were good ones. “I’m a guardian angel!” You rushed out panicking. You hadn’t want to tell him the true reason for your watchful eyes, that you were Lucifer’s sister.
“Oh okay.” So naive Adam was. So trusting of you, it had made you feel guilty.
—
You didn’t feel guilty enough to confess your relationship to Lucifer.
You would listen contently as Adam would complain about Lilith and her new spouse.
In the menace of talking Adam had two animals floating in the lake. “Look at those!” He pushed your head to the white and gold animals.
“A duck. That’s the gold one.” Adam had got to name all the animals. Every angel made one and Adam would name it. “Lucifer created that.” It had slipped out as you thought of your brother. Missing the times he would gush about his animal that had yet to be named.
“Whatever. That white one, what do you want to name it?” You looked to Adam quickly eyes widened. That was his job. “You know that’s against the rules.” You hushed out.
“Not entirely. You’re just giving me an idea that I’m taking.”
You looked back to the animal you had created. A smile forming on your face. You had never been given a choice. “A swan.”
Adam looked at you with a smile that made you melt and eyes that made you feel warm. That’s when you knew.
Why Lucifer ditched you.
Why he went after Lilith.
Why he would always talk about her.
Why he always wanted to be with her.
He loved her.
And as you looked at Adam you knew you loved him. Entirely. He was him and you love him.
—
Adam too had started to grow a crush on you. You were kind, listen to him, cared for him. You even had a bit of spitfire that Adam had grown fond of.
So when you confessed your feelings Adam had accepted them. He would say he loved you. Adam never really felt love, but he did deeply care for you.
The two of you had started to grow closer and closer and overtime, it be rare for you two to be apart.
—
Lucifer had went to check up on you only to find you gone. He immediately panicked. You never left without him.
He searched all of heaven. The only place left was the garden of Eden. He felt his chest tighten at the possibility that Adam would do something to you.
However what Lucifer saw was the complete opposite. There the two of you were laying down laughing with each other. That did nothing to stop Lucifer brotherly worry.
“Get the hell away from her!”
He had shouted and grabbed your arm, pulling you to him. Adam felt a slight sense of panic. A man was trying to take someone away from him — again.
“What the? Hey what’s the deal?!” Adam had questioned, voice filled with confusion.
“Keep your hands off my sister.” You felt fear lie in your stomach. Your brother had just told the man the secret you kept from him.
“Say what now?” Adam at first didn’t believe it. Not once did you mention a brother. You told him you had no siblings. “Who are you?”
“Lucifer. Lucifer Morningstar.”
You could feel tears prick your eyes. Adam looked at you with utter betrayal. He had been hurt -/ he had a right to be hurt — and you caused him that pain.
“Adam wait please let me explain.” You had begged. Adam only shook his head. “Don’t. Just go back to heaven.” Adam needed a moment. He needed to think.
He still cared for you. He still wanted to be with you, but how could he? What else have you been lying about? Did you actually love him?
—
Lucifer had dragged you back to heaven. Forbidding you to ever see him again. Adam was trouble according to him.
“You can’t keep me here! Away from him!”
Lucifer knew he couldn’t and fear struck. He went to Sera and proposed a new idea to her. Give Adam a new bride.
—
“Humans need population and if Adam and Lilith won’t, the surely a new woman couldn’t hurt?”
If Adam had a new bride he want nothing to do with you. Lucifer wouldn’t have to worry about your heart being crushed.
The sad truth however was that he had crushed his sisters heart.
He saw your heart break and immediately regretted his actions. He had caused his sister so much pain.
He heard you cry your heart out. Begging Sera to just let you have a chance with Adam. He remembers when he was the one — begging for Lilith — he remembered the relief of her saying yes. You had no such relief.
Lucifer watched as Sera said the final no. He watched as the joy, and love, the life drain from your eyes.
What had he done?
—
“Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to go out on a flight with me?” Lucifer had asked you.
You had loved your brother dearly, you couldn’t find it in you to say no to him. “Fine.”
You slugged out of bed and went on a flight all around the earth. The oceans water hitting your face. The air flowing your hair like crazy.
You had eventually flown over the garden. Like instinct you dropped to the trees. Returning to that old habit of yours.
You watched as Eve kissed Adam and Adam had kissed her back. Those lips that use to kiss you.
You turned away and Lucifer immediately hugged you. Knowing your pain. A pain he hadn’t wished upon you.
“It’ll be okay.”
—
When Lucifer reveled to be your brother, shock was the first emotion Adam felt. Then was the betrayal. Then the anger. Then the sadness.
He just couldn’t figure out why you would lie? Until one day a pebble hit him in the head (from a swan no less). You had lie in fear.
Why hadn’t he noticed it before? Obviously you lied cause you didn’t think he would still care for you. And he went ahead and made you think you were right. Of course he would always care for you.
He went over to the swan and started to pet it. Missing you. Wishing you were there with him.
He remembers when he let you name the creature. The look you gave him. The feeling he felt in his chest when you stared up at with pure adoration and love. Love. Love.
Holy shit he loves you.
A big smile flew onto his face as he hugged the swan. He loves you, and you love him back. You two would be okay. You just had to come back and see him.
—
Overtime you hadn’t came back and Adam cursed himself for sending you away.
A voice called out to him as he petted his swan. “Adam.” He looked up to the woman. He hadn’t recognized her at all. “Do I know you?”
“I’m your new bride, made from your rib.”
Adam felt horrified. No that was wrong. He wanted you to be his bride. He wanted you. He loved you. He couldn’t believe it. He wouldn’t.
“I think you got the wrong Adam lady.” He continued to pet his swan. “I’m spoke for.”
Sera flew down and backed Eve up. “She’s right Adam. Eve is to be your new bride.”
“But I love someone else!”
“You are forbidden to be with her.”
Adam felt tears of frustration come to his eyes. Tears of pure anger. “So Lilith can run off with Lucifer and I can’t be with his sister?!”
In the end Sera force was final. Eve is to be wedded to Adam and he couldn’t stop it.
—
“Ow, that swan just nipped me.” Eve spoke, hurt lacing her voice. Silently Adam praised the Swan.
Ironically the Swan hated when Eve would try and touch Adam. Adam never went anywhere without that swan as well. As you can see quite the problem in gave Eve.
It was one of those rare time the swan was with her lover rather than Adam. Eve took this opportunity. “You know we’ve yet to kiss.”
Good let’s keep it that way.
Adam silently thought. Though he knew eventually he would have too. Adam rolled his eyes and placed his lips on hers.
The kiss was meaningless. It lacked any emotion. And when he was done Adam walked away, rubbing his mouth. He only wanted you.
—
Lucifer knew you weren’t going to be truly happy without Adam. He expressed his concern to Lilith. She was the one who gave him the idea of the apple.
If they had free will, Adam could choose you.
So Lilith and Lucifer had offered Eve an apple. Eve ate the tasty fruit and begged Adam to try. Adam rolled his eyes and took the apple.
He looked to the swan as he took a bite, and suddenly he looked to Eve. Why was he with her.
He didn’t want to be with her. He wanted you, and he bloody well intends to have you.
—
The heavens were enraged with Lucifer’s acts, and the three humans temptations. The banished Adam and Eve.
You cried as you held onto Lucifer. You knew you couldn’t hold on forever, but if he left you truly would be alone.
“Please don’t leave me big brother. I love you so much.”
Lucifer too was crying as he told his sorries to you. He kissed your forehead and was banished from heaven, never to return.
—
You had became heartless.
When Adam joined you in heaven he was surprised by the void in your eyes.
For the first few years you had beloved Adam to be a fake. You couldn’t believe after all this time you weren’t alone anymore.
It took honestly centuries for you to fully open up to Adam.
“I miss my brother.” Your voice broke and Adam swore to you that you would see him again.
Adam didn’t care if he wasn’t fond of your brother, he would find away if it made you happy. And find away he did.
He saw an opportunity and took it. He suggest a yearly extermination.
So every year during the extermination and would give you a kiss as you flew off to be with you brother. And every year you’d cry when you had to go back.
However eventually with Charlie’s new Hazbin hotel you could cost more often.
Adam gave Charlie the go ahead as long as you specifically could go down there once a week to monitor it.
You were finally happy, and no longer alone as you helped Lucifer repair his relationship with Charlie.
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Ahhhh, omg I really really hope you liked this, and thank you so much for saying those kind things!
#hazbin hotel#hazbin#masterlist#adam hazbin hotel#x reader#adam is actually hilarious#adam x reader#hazbin lucifer#lucifer
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pairing: Chigiri Hyoma x fem! reader
warnings: angst, fluff, swearing
req: hi! i was reading a manga and it was a girl who looks like a prince with the guy who's the prince of the school date and stuff, and i was wondering what if chigiri met someone who looked like a prince or was treated like one cuz chigiri is like a princess so yeah (strangers to friends to lovers?)
u can just ignore this request but have a good day!! :3
— series here
A small red-head was making his way to Rajitsu Tech, a middle school in Kagoshima. He was considered the prettiest boy in his school, and it honestly fed him up because he hates being called a princess.
As he was walking to the school gates, there was a group of students who seemed to be surrounding a person, and that person is y/n, a new student who looks and acts very much like a prince.
As y/n struggled to get out of the group who was surrounding her, Chigiri and y/n made eye contact. They stared at each other for at least 3 seconds and then Chigiri broke it.
He then left the school entrance and hurriedly went inside to his classroom, thinking about how charming she was "Shit, she was so handsome" Chigiri thought with a blush.
timeskip, soccer field
Chigiri was panting heavily, the sun setting down, he was still practicing soccer. He then fell on his knees as fatigue caught up to him, he needed to train because he wanted to be the best. He hated it when the Wanima brothers made fun of him, he needed to crush them.
As he was breathing heavily in the middle of the court, he saw a water bottle on his field of vision, as he looked up, he then saw his new crush named y/n, handing him a water bottle.
"You aren't going to accept it?" asked y/n, because Chigiri was just looking at the bottle.
.
.
.
"E-eh..?" Chigiri silently muttered as he thought that y/n was just a halucination.
"pwaHAHAHA" y/n laughed very loudly as she sat down beside Chigiri in the soccer field, a very shocking emotion for someone who was graceful and elegant, that's why y/n earned her nickname called "prince".
"Hey, you're Chigiri Hyoma right? let's be friends!" said y/n with a dorky grin
"sure." Chigiri said with a blush
timeskip, 2 months later
"Oi, Chigiri wait up!"
"I did warn you, i'm a fast walker" Chigiri taunted back to the female.
The soccer princess, Chigiri Hyoma, was in front of his middle school, waiting for his female friend crush to catch up with him.
"Haahh.... why did you sprint??!? were like 40 minutes early today!" exclaimed the handsome female as she dropped to her knees.
Chigiri tried to stop his laugh but failed, offering his hand to her.
"You're very slow, n/n" said Chigiri with a smirk
"eughhh very funny Chi, anyways let's go to the convenience store before class! you should power up because today is a tiring day!" said the girl because she really needed to have the energy to answer all the tests.
"You don't need a power up, i bet you're going to be the top scorer again" said Chigiri as he caught up to his friend, who was on the way to the nearest convenience store.
"What are you talking about, you have a match after class right?" said the girl nonchalantly.
Chigiri blushed because y/n remembered he has a match after class.
"i expect to see you there then" Chigiri nudged the girl back as the girl was buying her favorite drink.
The duo then walked to school, not until people tried to swarm all over the popular girl.
"oh crap, gotta make a run for it! can't have people talk to me and ask about my hair products, bye Chi-chan! i'm going to hide" said the girl as she sprinted, leaving Chigiri behind, ahh yes the perks of being popular.
Chigiri smiled with his interaction with y/n as he went to his classroom, sure they were friends, but Chigiri has a crush on her, y/n was the only person that could make him smile as he was on the field.
"Oh! look what we have here!"
The smile Chigiri had quickly turned into a disgusted look, looking at the source of the noise, it was the Wanima Brothers.
The eldest grunted, while the youngest reacted "My brother says, Why is he smiling like an idiot, do you really think you have a chance with y/n?"
Chigiri sighed as he ignored the brothers as he made his way to his classroom, thinking about what they said, 'do i really stand a chance with y/n? i can't stop the fact that i really like her'
after class, soccer field
"Chigiri are you ready for the game?" one of his teammates asks
"Oh, yeah" he replied nonchalantly, his mind pumping up with excitement, he would finally confess to his long time crush, and friend after the game.
...
...
...
"Somebody call the ambulance!"
"He needs a doctor! quick!"
His vision was fuzzy and cloudy as tears pricked the corner of his eyes, his breath was hot and heavy, All he could feel was an excruciating amount of pain on his right knee. All his teammates tried to ask him questions and whatnot however, nobody dared to touch and help him.
"Move it!"
The only voice he recognized appeared, his prince in shining armor, y/n looked at chigiri in horror as her friend has his knee obviously not in the right place, but she calmed herself down as she knew what to do.
Y/n gulped and kneeled to where Chigiri is "Hyoma, i'm going to carry you on my back, i'm going to bring you to the ambulance." she said as she tried to calm her nerves.
Chigiri only nodded as he felt himself being carried on the back of y/n, tears pricked down his eyes as he stared at the Wanima Brothers, who was laughing at his pathetic state.
"Don't worry Hyoma, i got you" Y/n muttered, that was the last thing Chigiri heared as his vision turned black.
1 week later
'my soccer life is over...' Chigiri thought, looking at his crutches, he was so pathetic that he couldn't even walk without support.
"Hyoma you have a visitor" said his mom, as
y/n entered his room, holding a bag of Karinto Manju, y/n sat down in a chair near his bed.
they both sat there in silence, y/n broke it by saying "Hey, Chigiri, how are you feeling?"
Chigiri laughed, thinking about how the world was mocking him "I'm feeling like shit. Do you honestly think that breaking my leg would make me feel happy? why are you here!?! i don't need you!" Chigiri said, clearly letting his frustrations get to him.
Y/n looked shock, who woudve thought that the Chigiri who would softly smile at her would shout at her.
"Fuck off L/n, go talk to your fans and stop worrying about me! honestly why the fuck are you worrying about MY leg, why are you acting like you were the one who has injured?!! do you think i'm going to be happy about this? my soccer career is fucking over!" Chigiri continued, tears pricked the corner of the female's eyes, clearly displeased because of the behavior shown by her one and only true friend.
"I'm sorry Chigiri, i guess this was the wrong time to visit" y/n said as she stood up and went out of his room, trying to hid the tears spilling out of her eyes, clearly scared to lose him
3 weeks later
Chigiri was seen struggling walking, he had just removed his crutches, he needed to catch up with the team or else he would fall behind. He had self doubts, however he and the h/c girl has not talked yet.
Chigiri wanted to apologize to her, He knew he was at the wrong, he wanted to go back to their previous days where they would joke around and laugh without a care in the world. He wanted to tell you how he got accepted to this program called blue lock. He wanted to make you his.
During lunch break, as Chigiri was trying to find the princely girl, He saw her and smiled, however that smile turned to a quick frown as he watched the scene in front.
"I like you! Y/n-san!" shouted a boy from the same class as you, handing a love letter.
Chigiri looked displeased, he knew you were far more popular than him, you got the beauty and the brains, girls and boys follow you around yet you continue to hang out with him, why? he hated the way he treated you when you were at his house, his emotions got the best of him and he shut you off. He knew that you were so far out of your league. But he still likes you.
As he continued to watch the scene, the boy quickly left, it looks like he got rejected.
As soon as you saw Chigiri struggling to walk towards you, as soon as you saw that, you ran towards him.
"Hyoma! are you sure you can walk without crutches already?" you asked, holding both of Chigiri's hands to prevent him from falling.
Chigiri took a deep breath and said "Y/n i'm so fucking sorry, i had to get this out of my chest because i've been invited to this program called blue lock, i have to leave—"
you cut him off by saying in a sad but monotone voice "It's fine Hyoma, I get it, you don't need me in your life. I guess this is where our journey ends. Thank you for being the person i can express my feelings freely."
Chigiri's eyes widened, how did you get to that conclusion?
"Honestly i really have no idea how dense you are, I really like you, Chigiri Hyoma. But it's fine if you push me away" you continued, your voice going in a hushed tone as you said what you felt to your crush.
You closed your eyes as you braised for the impact, clearly expecting Chigiri to push you away, however you were met with a kiss, on the lips. Butterflies exploded your stomach.
As you opened your eyes, you saw Chigiri, then he crushed you in a hug.
"Y/n, i fucking like you! i'm sorry for pushing you away, fuck! please don't leave. Don't turn your back on me, don't leave me..."
Ackk i'm so sorry for uploading this late, it was so rushed i hope you guys understand when the POVs are changing 😵💫😵💫. THIS IS LITERALLY MY LONGEST FIC SO FAR LOL. This was requested by my lovely mutual <33 tysm!! Hope this reached your expectations 😭 i kinda hate it lol
#blue lock fluff#blue lock#bllk fluff#bllk x reader#blue lock x reader#bllk x you#chigiri#chigiri hyoma x reader#chigiri x reader#chigiri hyoma#hyoma chigiri
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You Matter Most Pt. 1
Evan “Buck” Buckley X Reader
Imagine on my fandom Instagram?: No
Prompt or Request or Requested Prompt?: No
Style of Writing: Small Series
Edited: Yes
Word count: 5,677
Ko-fi
Masterlist
Warnings here
You can listen to the story be read out loud here.
Post Date & Time: August 24th 2023 at 10:41 PM
Summary: {Based off of S6 E18 Pay it Forward} When a series of freeway accidents lead to a big catastrophe, Buck must worry for his team as he rushes to help them all before it only leads to an even bigger disaster. All while working on helping his team he worries mostly for his best friend who’s unconscious for most of it.
Third Person Pov:
“May-day! May-day! Air ambulance two reporting a collapse at the 710 interchange. Firefighters down. Repeat, firefighters down!” A voice comes through Maddie’s coms, making her quickly answer the distress call.
“Air ambulance two, this is dispatch. Can you reroute to assist?” Maddie asks before pausing, waiting to get an answer.
“Negative. We have a priority spinal transfer,” the voice solemnly tells her.
“Do you have a visual on how many firefighters are down?” Maddie asks and there’s a long pause as she waits for the information.
“All of them— the entire 118. They were on the upper span when it collapsed. They all went down,” the voice tells her in a very worried tone and Maddie’s heart drops.
Her mind immediately goes to thoughts of her fiancé, brother, and sister-like friend, worried for all three. Her heart beats wildly and suddenly she can hear it in her ears as she types up details on her computer. Tears cloud her eyes for a moment and she tries to will herself not to cry just yet.
Y/n’s Pov:
I groan as my alarm goes off and roll over onto my back to look at the ceiling. It takes me a few minutes, but soon I’m reaching over to my phone and turning it off. With one last sigh, I push myself up from my bed and start to get ready for the long shift I have to work.
Once I’m ready, I grab my backpack as well as my morning hot cocoa and keys. I quickly make my way out into the hallway of the complex and lock my door. Just as I lock the bottom lock, I hear Buck’s door open and shut.
I turn to him and let out a giggle when I see the pure exhaustion on his face. He locks up his door before turning when I giggle and he smiles.
“You must have had a lousy night, E. You really look exhausted,” I say, using the nickname I’ve had for him forever with humor laced in my tone.
“Ugh, not exhaustion. More annoyance at the two idiots that won’t make up,” he replies with a roll of his eyes before we both start walking out.
“I’m sure they’ll make up soon, bubs. Just give it a little more time,” I try to reassure him and he hums, shaking his head at me.
“Sure. Then maybe I won’t have to deal with Kamron needing me 24/7. Or the smell of pickles. She keeps needing me to open them. Never did I think I’d hate pickles,” he rants with a roll of his eyes and I giggle again.
“You definitely won’t and I’m sure you’ll like pickles again soon,” I joke with him as I playfully hit my arm against his.
“Anyway, wanna carpool to work today?” he questions me, now changing the subject.
“Sure, why not. Anything to hang out with you a little more,” I joke as I bump my arm into his again and he shakes his head, chuckling.
“As if we don’t already hang out everyday,” he playfully scoffs and I shrug.
“No, we definitely don’t,” I playfully deny and he chuckles, shaking his head.
“Ok, dork. Let’s go. Bobby will kill us if we’re late. Again,” he remarks and I giggle.
“You got that right,” I agree with him as I roll my eyes while we walk out to his car.
“Breakfast on the way?” he asks and I smirk.
“You buying?” I ask him with a raised eyebrow and he groans.
“I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t,” he playfully growls out like he’s angry when I know he indeed isn’t.
“Then hell yeah. I'm hungry,” I tell him and he groans.
“Don’t be like Kameron now,” he says as he rolls his eyes and I laugh.
“What, pregnant? E, I don’t know if you know how that works, but I kinda need to have some relations before that, and you know I’m not seeing anyone right now…” I playfully tell him and he shakes his head.
“Of course I know how that works? You know I didn’t mean that. I mean, I was a sex addict, remember?” he asks and I giggle, letting my eyes go wide jokingly.
“Oh I vividly remember, Mr. Do it on the rooftop of the firehouse. Dumbass,” I joke as I smack his arm and he rubs it.
“Well, what would you have done?!” he fights back and I laugh.
“Not on the rooftop, that’s for sure,” I joke back and he rolls his eyes.
“Whatever. Let’s just get the food and get to work,” he tells me and I giggle.
“Awe, E, I’m just messing with you!” I inform him and he shakes his head.
“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go, you Gremlin,” he tells me and I giggle, smiling softly at the use of my nickname Buck had given me when we were younger before we split up to get into his Jeep.
“Okay, 118, let’s gather ‘round and settle in. We have some outstanding tasks from our last shift and I’ve got an important announcement about our upcoming weather conditions,” Bobby announces, making me and Buck, who's up on the truck, sit down with our legs hanging off the side.
“So cute, huh? Oh, wait. I promised her I’d wear it all day. Take a picture so we can…” Chimney talks with one of the other firefighters as they walk out of the locker room.
“Firefighter Han,” Bobby calls out, cutting Chim off and making him look up from the play ring on his finger.
“I was gonna save this until the end, but why not make it the first order of business? Congratulations on popping the question,” Bobby announces as he uses his clipboard to point at Howard.
“Yeah, Chim! Whoo, whoo!” I shout out as everyone else claps while I shake Buck.
“Ok… ok… a little less shaking, there,” Buck comments as he pushes me lightly, making me giggle softly.
“Didn’t she do the proposing?” I quietly whisper to Buck, who chortles and nods.
“She finally made an honest man out of him!” Ravi shouts as he grabs Chimney by the shoulder and shakes him lightly.
“All right, everybody. Let’s settle down. We still have to get to the weather update,” Bobby calls out and all the laughs die down.
“All right, apparatus maintenance. Firefighter Diaz will be running point this morning on engine service. We’ll be doing an oil change and a brake fluid change,” Bobby explains as I yawn lightly and lay my head on Buck’s shoulder.
“Tired?” Buck quietly questions me and I hum at him.
“Didn’t sleep too well last night. Tossed and turned all night. Don’t know why, just had a weird feeling,” I whisper back to him and he smiles softly before wrapping his arm around my shoulder.
“Hmm, comfy,” I mummer out as I cuddle in closer and he chuckles softly.
“Eddie?” Bobby calls out, making us all listen in. “Yeah, cap?” Eddie asks nonchalantly as he looks at his phone.
“Did Eddie finally find someone?” I quietly question Buck, who shrugs.
“He didn’t say anything to me if he did,” Buck informs me and I sigh.
“Then why’s he staring at his phone like a lovesick puppy?” I query and Buck gives a small ‘huh,’ before shrugging.
“I guess maybe he did. He’ll tell us when he’s ready,” Buck comments to me and I cross my arms.
“I wanna know now. We’re the three musketeers. Two musketeers can’t just be left in the dust by the other,” I whisper as I cross my arms, pouting and Buck chuckles.
“You and that impatient ass of yours,” Buck comments and I give him a playful smirk.
“And you like this ass of mine,” I joke with him, wiggling my eyebrows at him and he shakes his head.
“Can’t say I don’t,” he plays right back and I giggle before we both turn back to listen in.
“Apparatus maintenance,” Bobby pointedly comments as Eddie moves into a different sitting position while closing his phone.
“I’m on it, Cap,” Eddie promises and Bobby nods as Buck’s phone vibrates.
He quickly silences his phone, but it vibrates again and again. He groans quietly and presses the answer button.
“Okay. All right, now for the weather update,” Bobby starts as Buck puts the phone up to his ear.
“Uh, hey, listen, I-I can’t… I can’t talk right now. No, I can’t. Kameron, I don’t know why he’s calling you. Maybe if you answer the phone you’ll find…” Buck talks into the phone and I smirk as Bobby turns around.
Booby walks over to us on the truck and looks up at us. He gives me an irritated questioning look and I just shrug, making him look at Buck, who trails off.
“You're in trouble…” I jokingly mutter out as I try to hold in my giggles while poking his side lightly.
“Umm, I got to go,” Buck tells her and I hold back a giggle at his ‘oops’ tone before hanging the phone up.
“Uh- s-sor… sorry, Cap. Um…” Buck stutters out his apology, but Bobby just ignores him and turns back around.
“Alright, folks, listen up,” Bobby again tries to get to the point.
“Uh, Cap?” Ravi questions, holding his hand up and Bobby gives him an unamused look that tells him to go on.
“Can I just say, if Buck needs to get the pregnant lady out of his apartment,” Ravi starts and Buck hops down off the truck before turning to me to help me down real quick.
“I do have a two-bedroom that’s about to be on the market, so…” Ravi finishes as Buck and I walk towards him.
“Thank you, Ravi! Maybe a discussion for another time,” Bobby humorously chides as everyone laughs a little bit.
“118, it’s time to dial it in,” Bobby starts to try and corral us in again.
“We have a Job to do, but in order to do that job, you have to be here. I need precision, I need focus, but most of all, I need you to be present,” Bobby pointedly announces as Hen cautiously walks in and around him to take a seat.
“Sorry I’m late, Cap,” Hen quickly apologizes as she sighs.
“Okay! Let’s get cracking,” Bobby finishes before starting to walk off.
“Hey, wait. What’s the important weather update?” Chimney asks as Bobby walks past him.
“There’s a moderate marine layer,” Bobby answers, unamused as he continues to walk away.
“I’ll see you for lunch?” Buck questions and I nod in confirmation.
“Yeah. That is, if we don’t get a call before then,” I promise him with a small smile.
“Don’t jinx it,” Buck jokes, pointing at me with a chuckle.
“Ok. I’ll see you in a-” I start, but the alarm sounds and Buck groans.
“You jinxed it!” he shouts, throwing his hands up and I giggle.
“My bad…” I reply with a shrug and he shakes his head.
“Come on, dork. Let’s get into our gear,” Buck tells me with a grin.
We both rush over to our lockers and start to put our gear on before running over to the truck. Buck hops in on the left side as I hop in on the right and we get into our seats as Bobby starts to pull out of the garage. Bobby drives throughout town before coming up to the scene on the bridge. Once the engine comes to a stop, we all quickly pile out and get to work.
“Hen, Chem. Check the driver of this camper van,” Bobby orders as he points to the van.
“Buck, y/n Eddie, Ravi, I want you guys to check these surrounding vehicles for injuries. Let’s go,” Bobby commands and we all give him a nod before rushing off.
Buck, Ravi and I walk around, making sure there's no more injuries. Once we deem there are none, we walk back over to help. We stand back as Chimney and Hen communicate with the girl inside.
“Cap, second victim in the back. She didn’t have her seatbelt on when the accident happened!” Chimney shouts as he looks around the side of the van.
“Okay, these back doors are obliterated. I want you guys to pull that windshield,” Bobby commands, making Hen and Chimney nod.
I quickly rush back to the engine and pull out the windshield suction cups as Ravi grabs the pry bars. Once I have them, I rush back to the van with Ravi in tow. I hand the suction cups to Hen as Ravi gives the pry bars to Buck and Eddie. Hen quickly places the suction cups on the windshield and pulls as Buck and Eddie use the pry bars. Once it comes off, Hen quickly passes the windshield to Buck, who takes it and sets it aside.
“All right. What’s your name?” Hen asks the frightened girl softly.
“Jo,” the girl cries out her reply.
“Jo. Can-can you move?” Hen questions the girl and she looks down at her leg.
“Um, I don’t know. It’s my leg. I think it’s broken. Um, please help her!” Jo cries out again as she looks up at Hen and Chimney with tears cascading down her face.
“I'm on it, Jo, but I need to get back there, so we’re gonna pull you out. You might feel a little pain, okay?” Chimney calmly explains to her and he moves aside for Hen to get in a bit more.
“Buck, can you carry her to the ambulance?” Chimney queries and Buck nods, moving behind Hen and getting ready to grab her.
“Okay! Ahhh!” Jo agrees before screaming out in pain as they move her. She cries as they pull her out of the vehicle.
Buck quickly lifts her up and carries her over to the back of the ambulance as Chimney moves into the van. Hen quickly stands up and pushes me along with Buck.
“Go help him look her over. You have more medical training then he does. I’ll stay with Chim,” she commands me and I nod before rushing off behind Buck.
I quickly help Buck get her down on the floor so I can look over her leg. In one fast fluid motion, I pull out a tourniquet-like brace and start putting it on her leg along with Bobby’s help as they wheel a gurney over.
“Cap. We’re going to need an air ambulance. Patient is unresponsive, breathing is weak and she’s lost bladder control. Could be a spinal,” Chimney explains over the radio as we continue to work on Jo.
“Copy that,” Bobby replies as we start to prepare Jo to get her on the gurney.
“Spinal injury? Is she okay?” Jo asks me in fear and I look at her.
“We won’t know until we get her to the hospital,” I inform her as they bring the gurney closer, now ready to get her up onto it.
“Please, please don’t take me now because I need to see her,” she begs as she grips my hand and I pause as Hen walks up.
“Hey, hey. You’ll be able to before they airlift her. I promise, okay?” Buck promises her before Hen or I can say anything.
Eddie walks past us with the backboard, headed towards Chimney and we quickly move Jo onto the gurney. Jo keeps a grip on my hand and I squeeze hers before letting go.
“Don’t worry. You know the firefighter that told you you’d see her?” I ask her and she nods in understanding.
“That’s my best friend. I know when he promises something, he keeps it. You’ll see her just like he said,” I promise her softly and she gives me a small thankful smile as she seems only slightly less freaked out.
“My name's y/n. I’ll stay here till your mom’s out, okay?” I tell her and she smiles a thankful smile at me again.
“She’s not my mom. She’s my mom’s best friend. My, uhh, mom passed away three years ago. Mallory was insistent we take this trip as an honor to my mother…” Jo explains to me and I smile softly at her.
“I’m sorry to hear about your mom. You're very lucky to have Mallory. That sounds like a lovely plan. I’m sure you two can pick up when everyone is okay again,” I try to comfort her to the best of my ability and she shakes her head.
“No. I think we’ll find a different way of traveling,” Jo informs me and I nod.
“I would probably do that too. Nothing wrong with that,” I agree with her and she nods in agreement.
We wait maybe a few more minutes until we see Chimney come out first. Then Eddie pushes Mallory out and together they lift her backboard onto another gurney that was taken over to them. They then start to roll her over and I move over next to Hen so they can roll her next to Jo.
“She’s right up here,” I hear Chimney inform Mallory as they get closer.
“Okay, she’s right up here,” he repeats himself as they get closer.
“Mallory!” Jo shouts when they get closer before coming to a stop right next to her.
“I’m so sorry,” Jo apologizes as they both reach out to hold hands.
“I can’t lose you, too,” Jo continues on the verge of tears and I feel tears well up in my eyes.
“I’m not going anywhere. We still have a lot of ground to cover, okay?” Mallory asks her as she squeezes her hand.
“Next time, we’ll take the train,” Jo insists quickly as the others start to load her in the back of the ambulance as air support flies overhead.
“Air support. You are clear to land,” Bobby gives the okay through his walkie and soon the helicopter is landing.
Eddie and Chim start to walk her over to the helicopter and I let out a puff of air as my emotions take over. I take my jacket off in hopes a little air is all I need. I quickly try to sober up so I don’t start sobbing before I feel a hand on my back, making me turn to see Buck next to me.
“Hey. You doing okay? You’re getting fidgety,” he queries with a raised eyebrow and I shake my head before nodding.
“Yeah. No. I’m fine. Just had a flashback to my sister, that’s all,” I inform him and he nods solemnly at me.
“I know. She’s watching over you. You know that,” he solemnly tells me, trying to comfort me as he rubs at my back and I nod, sniffling.
“Thanks for checking on me,” I say in gratitude and I only hope Buck knows just how much I’m thankful for him.
“Always, you know that we stick together, right?” he asks me and I smile.
“Right. Stuck together like glue,” I reply to our life long promise we always tell each other and he smiles, nodding.
“Okay. I’m gonna go help Chim. We’ll talk more about this later, okay?” he questions me and I nod.
“Yeah. Go. Go. Do our job,” I agree with a soft smile and he nods before rushing off.
“Possible spinal! She’s coming over now!” I hear him yell to the air tech that gets out of the helicopter.
“Can’t get rid of me, can you, Buckley?” I hear her voice and I immediately recognize Lucy. Red hot jealousy flares up in me, but I push it away.
“Great to see you again, for real this time!” I hear Buck shout back as he stops to point at her and I huff, rolling my eyes.
He turns and walks back towards me, but only frowns as I brush him off. I walk over to Bobby just as Eddie walks up.
“Hey, Cap, think there’s a propane stove in the van. I’m gonna go check it out,” Eddie explains to him as he walks up to us.
“Good thinking, Eddie. Y/n, go with him,” Bobby commands me and I nod.
“Actually Bobby, can I have a quick moment with her?” Buck asks and Bobby shakes his head.
“I guess. One minute, then back to work. Got it?” Bobby asks and Buck nods.
“No, yeah, I promise,” Buck informs him and Bobby nods before walking off.
“Hey, what’s up. Why are you giving the cold shoulder?” Buck asks as he looks at me.
“It’s nothing, Buck, really. Go back to work,” I play it off and he sighs in frustration.
“Y/n, I thought we talked about closing up? Talk to me, you know you can,” Buck begs me and I shake my head.
“Buck. Nothing is wrong, it’s just a hard case. I told you I’d talk with you about it later,” I deflect away from what’s going on.
“No. I know—” he starts, but gets cut off as the bridge suddenly starts to shake as it cracks down the middle, making both me and Buck fall to the ground with me on top of him.
There’s more shaking and creaking as the bridge slowly starts to collapse. Buck looks up and suddenly he’s rushing to get up, pulling me with him.
“Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey! Let’s move!” Buck yells out as the ambulance comes flying back at us and Buck quickly moves both of us out of the way just in time.
“Hey!” he continues to shout as the ambulance rushes past us, quickly crashing at an angle.
Buck quickly maneuvers, but somehow he gets pulled down with the ambulance, making me go with him. He smashes into the ambulance’s windshield and it cracks.
“Buck!” I yell out as I fly past him, but he doesn’t reply.
I let out another scream as I come to a landing on a slab of concrete, hitting my head in the process. Pain surges through my side, but I don’t notice it for long as suddenly everything goes black.
Buck’s Pov:
I groan as I come to, still laying on the windshield that’s now cracked from me smashing into it. There's a quiet, eerie, metallic creak and it takes me a moment to realize where I am. When I do, I take a moment to push myself up on all fours. I look around in fear for y/n, but there’s no sign of her, so I look into the ambulance next.
“Hen!” I yell out as I see my friend still strapped into the driver's seat of the ambulance, now unconscious.
“H-hen, can you hear—” I ask her as I bang on the window.
“118, report in. I need a headcount,” I talk into my radio, hoping to get any answers.
“I’m grabbing the ropes,” Ravi radios back first as I look around, trying to assess where everyone could be.
“I’m in the van. Pretty sure I broke a couple ribs, but this van is about to get pancaked,” Eddie groans out as he radios in and I keep looking around with no sight of y/n.
“Okay. Eddie, uh. We’re coming to you,” I inform him before taking a pause.
“Han. What is your status?” I ask into my radio before letting go to get his status.
“Han, come in,” I practically beg over the radios when he doesn’t answer.
“Han…” I question again and wait a moment.
“Han here,” Chimney finally radios in and I throw my head back in relief.
“Captain Nash, firefighter Maysen, still haven’t heard from either of you. What is your status?” I ask into the radio again, only hoping to get something but nothing comes.
“Bobby, y/n. Come in,” I repeat through the radio again, but still silence.
“I see firefighter Maysen! She’s on a slab near you, maybe twenty feet away, just covered by some rubble,” Ravi explains to me through the radio and I sigh in relief.
“Is she under it?” I question and wait for a moment.
“No. She’s just close enough to be hidden. She’s out, though, and there’s one other thing…” he voices again though the radio before trailing off.
“What? Is she okay?” I question him and he takes another pause, making me wait with bated breath.
“She’s been impaled by a piece of rebar, Buck… right though the side of her stomach. I- if we don’t get to her soon, she might bleed out,” he breaks it to me easily and I sigh, putting my head down for a moment.
“I’ll get to her as soon as I get Hen and the others out,” I inform him as I make the hard decision to wait, even though I want to rush over to her first and get her out.
“Ok… only if you're sure. You're acting captain right now,” he informs and I let out a huff before pressing the button on my radio to reply.
“Yeah, I know. So everyone’s safety is on me right now. Luckily if I can get Hen awake, she can take over. Let’s get to work,” I command before letting the button go, letting out a sigh, and looking down at Hen again.
“Hen. I’m- I’m coming to you. Just stay right there,” I tell my unconscious friend before I move off the windshield and down the side of the ambulance.
Very slowly, I make my way to the window and try to shove myself though it. The ambulance starts to tremble as I do, but I keep going.
“Hen?” I call out to her as I pause for a moment.
“Chim. Chim! Chim, you back there?” I shout out as I finally slide though the window of the ambulance.
“I’m alive, but not great,” Chimney calls out in a winded tone.
“Okay,” I pant out as I move over to Hen.
“Come on. Hey,” I voice as I try to get Hen to wake up.
“What happened?” Hen questions as she looks around, confused.
“Bridge collapsed,” I inform her and her head starts to fall back.
“Hey, hey, hey. Hen, you with me?” I question her and she squints at me.
“I’m good. Thank you,” she conveys to me as she starts to reach towards me.
“You okay?” she asks as she wipes at the side of my forehead.
“Yeah. Oh. Uh… I mean, physically, yeah,” I tell her, my emotions betraying me ever so slightly as I feel a lump form in my throat.
“Where is everybody?” she asks me as she continues to clean my face.
“R-Ravi is up top. Eddie’s in the van. Chimney’s in the back. He needs our help. I’m gonna go up top. Get the ambulance secure. Then we get you out, okay?” I explain to her before asking if she understands. She slowly nods before letting her head fall back a bit.
“Okay. Where’s Cap? Where’s Bobby? A-and y/n…” she suddenly asks as she quickly lifts her head straight.
“He’s MIA, and y/n…” I pause and take a deep breath.
“She’s currently bleeding out maybe twenty feet from us,” I inform her and she just stares at me.
“You, uhh… y-you’re sure you’re good?” I ask her one last time just to make sure.
“Yeah. I… I’m-I’m good,” she stumbles out in her shock and pain.
“Just get some rope so we can get out of here,” she commands me and I nod before starting to try climbing out.
“Okay, Ravi, I need a line,” I grunt as I call out while climbing out of the window.
I get about halfway out the window when Ravi throws the rope down to me and I slowly finish pulling myself out. I hold onto the ambulance as I grab the rope before using it to climb back to the front. Once around the front, I continue to climb up the side until I can pull myself up to the top. Ravi hands me a part of the rope and I quickly slide under the engine, tying the rope to the underside of it. I quickly rush back to the side and let out a puff of air when I see what Ravi had seen before.
The van is under the ambulance and both are close to falling. I let out another breath and close my eyes when I see y/n. She is indeed impaled and blood pools around her as she lays unconscious.
“Buck, we’ll get to her,” Ravi promises as he puts a hand on my shoulder.
“Yeah. I know. I’m not letting her go out like this. Not yet. It’s too early and there’s a lot that needs to be said,” I inform as I promise myself in my head that if we make it out, I’ll tell her how I really feel.
“And it will be said,” he agrees with a head nod before going back over to the truck.
“Please tell me you made it, Cap,” I whisper to myself as I look out over the scene again.
“Okay, Ravi. Let’s go!” I shout to him as I turn around, ready to scale the concrete.
“118, LAPD on scene at the lower level and here to assist,” Athena’s voice comes over the radio just as I hop over, ready to scale down to Hen.
“118? Captain?” she asks in a scared tone when she gets no response from her husband.
“Hen! That’s you!” I yell out to her, leaning back a bit.
“LAPD, this is Wilson. Captain Nash is unaccounted for, we also have one impaled and unconscious. I’m in command. Anything you can do to help survivors on the ground level would be appreciated, ” Hen replies over the radio as I start to quickly scale down with a harness bag.
“Copy that!” Athena quickly replies again over the radio.
Once I get down to the ambulance, I set the bag on it and I get closer to the front of it. I quickly tie the rope to the car and pull on it ever so slightly.
“Hey, Ravi, tension!” I call out to him and I wait a moment before leaning against the ambulance.
I bounce on it a couple times to see how stable it is and smile when it comes out very stable. I quickly climb back to the top of the ambulance and pull the harness bag in front of me.
“Okay. Hen, you got a harness and capture strap. Take Chimney and the patient, you send them down,” I explain to her as I throw the strap and harness in the window to her.
“I’m headed to the van. Then I’ll get y/n. I’ll see you at the bottom,” I inform her of my plan before getting off the ambulance and heading to Eddie.
It takes me a few minutes, but soon I make it to the van. I come to a stop next to it as Ravi looks over the side.
“Sending down the saw!” he shouts to me before dropping me the saw bag.
“Okay, Eddie, you in there?” I ask as I pause and listen in and he gives me a small ‘Yup’ through his groans of pain.
“Let me get these doors open. Just shield your eyes,” I inform him before I pull the saw from the bag along with the protective glasses and start to saw at the door.
I work for a few minutes at the door before soon I can start to pull at them. I pull one open and groan as I pause, taking the glasses off to look in at Eddie, who’s trapped under the fridge looking up at me.
“Hey,” I pant out as I hold onto the door.
“Any sign of Cap?” he huffs out as he struggles to breathe and I shake my head.
“How’s y/n?” he asks and I sigh.
“Currently, she’s bleeding out. I’m getting her next,” I inform him and he nods.
“Sorry about this,” I apologize as I move closer to him and grab his arms.
“Yeah. It’s gonna suck,” he comments before I pull on him.
I pull him out and he yells out in pain as I do. Soon I’m pulling him out of the van all together and he grits his teeth.
“Okay, I got you,” I comment as I pull him out and quickly we’re climbing down so he can get medical.
Once he’s down standing on his own feet, some other paramedics come over to us. They get Jo first and Hen groans as she leans over before puking.
“Hen!” Eddie yells out as we watch her double over.
“Hey,” Eddie tells me before we both rush over to Hen, who lays flat on top of the truck she’s on.
“I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay,” she groans, waving us off.
“I’m okay. I’m pretty sure I’m just concussed,” she explains as she sits up and moves her helmet.
“We got to get Chimney and y/n! We got to get Chimney and y/n!” she suddenly yells out as she looks back up.
“No. Hey, hey, hey. We’ll get Chimney and y/n. Let’s get you down. Come on,” we both try to stop her as she groans.
“Come on down. I promise I’ll get him and y/n,” I inform her as we all reach out for her.
“We got you. We got you. Come on. No rush,” I rant as she finally starts to try and crawl down.
“Okay. Come on. Let’s go. Let’s go. Let’s go,” Eddie chants as he wraps her arm around his shoulder while she pants out of breath.
“Eddie, you got her, yeah?” I ask and he nods, giving me a small ‘hmm’ as they continue to walk.
“Okay. I’m going back for Chim and y/n. I’ll be back,” I promise and he nods.
Just before I turn, there’s another loud, metallic creaking noise and we all turn around. My eyes widen as the ambulance starts to shake around and the van starts to look like it’ll fall any second.
To Be Continued…
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I wanna tell a little story. Just a little one. [Edit after typing: Yeah I ranted for a while. Oh well.]
I grew up with a dad who was extremely racist, extremely homophobic, and extremely abusive. Used to beat me and my brothers for 20+ years of my life, left us all with mental disorders and trust issues, you name it.
One such story of his homophobia and beatings is that my brother had a boyfriend at one point, and my dad hit him with a belt and screamed at him until he agreed to break up with said boyfriend, which he did.
Now cut ahead 20 years, my dad met an openly gay celebrity online and became friends with him. All the sudden, my dad was Mr. LGBT Pride. He was a writer, and suddenly started writing a book about a gay cowboy called Buck Justice. He would rent movies with gay actors in it, or gay themes, and was suddenly super pro gay.
It just left all of us disgusted, my brothers and my mom. We knew this man, but people on Facebook didn't. He had this huge friend group all the sudden of people calling him "Dad" and "Big Bob" and shit (When in reality, my dad called himself N*gger Bob and even had that written on the whiteboard next to his phone number), and he kept telling us all these stories and laughing and having a good time about how "Cool gay people are."
You see, it left a poor fucking taste in our mouth.
Because we had personally seen how horrible this man was. He beat us. He beat my bisexual brother. He was a fucking monster, but now that he was in some clique with a big popular movie star friend, he was suddenly this shining beacon of gay pride.
That's what bothers me when I see people on the internet acting the same way. I see the disingenuous nature of their actions. I see the popular people they're brown-nosing, I see the big popular bloggers and streamers they're trying to be friends with who are spouting the same bullshit.
And the reason it bothers me is because I know who these people are. I go back in their blogs like 1 month and find death threats, calls for violence, mental instability, extreme rage.
I go to their YouTube channels and find videos of them watching rats die on glue traps.
I get invited into their Discord servers and scroll back through the history of them talking with their friends and see just mountains of hate posting, calling for violence, wishing people would be killed, celebrating the death of people they hate.
That's why I don't do that shit. And why I don't tend to hang out with people who do. Because I know those people aren't really respectful people. I know they don't truly want equality.
I know the truth. From 20 years of belt marks on my back.
I know y'all are fucking disgusting people who are just pretending to be respectful advocates for equality and peace because the big celebrities and vloggers and streamers you wanna be friends with are saying the same shit.
You people aren't real. You are NPCs spouting NPC dialogue in hopes of getting some pseudo social credit score with big e-celebs while all it takes is 10 seconds of scrolling through your blog to find out you are the most disgusting, violent and unhinged person on the internet.
Case in point, y'ever seen a cat owner before?
Tell a cat owner you don't like cats.
Watch what happens.
It's been 9 years since I made a post saying I don't like cats and I still get those fucking psycho pieces of shit sending me extremely descriptive anon asks about how they want my throat to be ripped out by a dog in my sleep. That's who these people really are.
All it takes is one thing that sets them off and they go from your 11-year-running best friend of all time to a person who sends you multiple paragraphs of descriptive ways they hope you die.
I've learned from experience with my dad.
Y'all want equality? Just treat people with respect no matter what. Don't act like there's versions of people or groups of people who deserve more or less respect, because guess what, THAT'S CALLED PREJUDICE YOU FUCKING DIPSHIT.
If you have to say "I am LGBT friendly"
You clearly have something to hide (which I guarantee is like 10 posts down in your blog and is horrifically violent and descriptive) and you are the last person I would expect to actually be LGBT friendly, or any kind of friendly.
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Rafe, did you ever love me? 𓂃۶ৎ
(Rafe Cameron/Reader)
Love. That wouldn’t be the best word to describe what was going on with Rafe. Not even close. Not even a little bit. You really wish it was. But it wasn’t. You knew. He knew. Or maybe. Just maybe.. It was. You knew you guys weren’t just “friends.” That’s what bothered you. Why? Why couldn’t he realize that? Why did he have to make you think you guys were? To convince you? Or convince himself. Haha. That’s funny. No way. You thought. But.. what if?
“What are you thinking so hard about?”
Rafe blurted out, snapping you out of your thoughts. He took a drag out of his cigarette. The smoke going out of your rooms window. Classic Rafe. He studied you carefully, waiting for your answer.
“Huh? Oh. Um. Nothing.”
You smiled as you looked away, dismissing the subject. You fiddled nervously with your fingers, hoping he wouldn’t pry any longer. He didn’t. Why would he? Nothing. Yeah right. Don’t kid yourself. Of course you couldn’t say what you were actually thinking about. He’d freak out. Maybe even ghost you. You knew Rafe more than anyone. Someone says something he doesn’t like, he runs away. Like a coward. But oh, did you love him. Of course you wouldn’t tell him that. Ever.
Rafe grimaced. “Kay.” He answered. I want to tell him so bad. No way.. but what if..? No. Shut up. Don’t be stupid. You let out a sigh. I wasn’t about to sour the mood. Not right after-
“Is this about what I said back at mine?” He asked.
Shit. You couldn’t even hide the look in your face when he said that. What the hell do I say? “Yeah it bothered me a lot I couldn’t sleep for days.” Fuck no. Never. Oh god. You really hoped he hadn’t brought that up..
*A few days ago, you had overheard Rafe talking to Topper. God did you hate Topper’s guts. Yeah he did try to talk to you from time to time. But right after what happened with Sarah? Not a chance. Sarah was like a sister to you. You loved her. You’ve been close to her… and Rafe since you were kids. But Rafe wasn’t like an older brother to you. Hell no. You wouldn’t like him if you had thought that. But back to the conversation with Rafe and Topper, you were walking to Tannyhill to help Sarah pick her outfit to go out with John B. You saw Rafe and.. ugh. Topper. Really? Why the hell did Rafe even talk to his sister’s ex. Yeah yeah, they’re friends and whatever. But seriously? You were going to say hi until you heard something..
“I don’t know man. You say you guys are just friends but dude. You practically eyefuck her everytime you see her. Just admit it. You like her.” Topper laughed.
“Nah man, we’re just friends. Kay? F R I E N D S. Friends. That’s it. She’s just a little sister to me. Better than Sarah, for sure. That bitch is always pissing me off.” Rafe argued back.
“Hey man, don’t call Sarah a bitch. She’s your sister. Plus what’s so bad about Y/N anyway? She’s hot. I’d take her out if she wasn’t your girlfriend.” Topper joked. Your heart pounded intensely the second you heard your name. He wasn’t being serious, he knew you were Sarah’s best friend. He’d never do that to her. Plus, it was obvious who you liked. But obviously, you didn’t know he knew that.
“Chill. She’s not my girlfriend. Yeah she’s not bad. Didn’t say she was. Just, look.. she’s a fucking pogue man. I’d never go out with a pogue. If you wanna take her out, do it. I don’t care what happens with her anyway.” And with that, the conversation was over.
You couldn’t even believe what you were hearing. No fucking way he said that. You wanted to tell him, “Didn’t you tell me that I’m the only girl you like a few days ago? Those calls? Those hugs? Did it not mean anything?” He had to bullshitting. You were about to tell him, but decided not to. You just walked past him.
“Oh hey, Y/N.” He smiled once you walked by him. Until you walked past him, ignoring him. God that felt good. Seeing that stupid smirk come off his face. You’ve always wanted to do that..*
[Back to your conversation with Rafe]
“Back at yours? What do you mean?” You smiled, feigning cluelessness. Your heart pounding nervously. Oh god.
He tossed the now finished cigarette outside your window and walked over to you. “Look. I didn’t want to say it but. Come on. You know better than anyone else I wouldn’t want to date a pogue. Just pretend it never happened okay? We’re friends anyway. No hard feelings.” He smirked smugly. You snapped.
“No hard feelings. That’s funny. No hard fucking feelings Rafe? No hard feelings when I heard you tell one of your friends you would be humiliated to be with me because I’m a pogue? No hard feelings when you tell me shit like, ‘You’re so beautiful’, ‘Can I come over? I miss you.’ No hard feelings? No hard feelings.. Okay. Isn’t that just fucking easy for you to say? Did that really mean nothing to you? Do you think I’m a joke?” You told him. You had to. He had to know. For once, be the bigger person. You had always said to yourself. And you finally were.
“What? What the hell are you talking about? This was never about any of that. Chill. Just because we’ve been friends or whatever since we were kids doesn’t mean I like you. A pogue? Hell no.” He scowled, trying to prove a point.
If he loved you like he often said he did, he would remember this. He had to.. If he didn’t, you’d know the answer.
“You know. Sometimes I feel like I’m losing my mind. I mean, why the hell did I paint these walls white?” You hinted. Please let him remember. Please. He had to.
“Your walls?” He said quietly. “I don’t know.” That hit like a bullet. He really didn’t remember? You felt like crying.
“I wonder…Whats the point of this life anyways? Sometimes I’ll pray but I will never close my eyes.” You muster up a smile, trying to hide your real emotions.
“Huh? He said, confused. “Sometimes you’ll pray but you will never close your eyes?” He repeated. “What does that mean?” He frowned. It meant you hoped he remembered what your walls symbolized even though you knew he wouldn’t. Holding onto a tiny string of hope, basically.
“I want to be happy. Find a guy with an old name just like me.” “…and get over how my dog is my best friend. And he doesn’t even know what my name is.” You laughed weakly.
“Yeah, he is huh? I’ve always noticed that.” He laughed along with you. He wasn’t getting it was he? I’ve always noticed that, my ass. If he had he would’ve noticed what you meant too. Asshole.
“Rafe, did you ever love me? Rafe please just help me figure it out.” You said, letting loose of what you actually thought. It came out of your mouth so casually but you were terrified.
He stayed quiet. God that silence felt like it was eating you alive. It was making you overthink but there’s really no point in regretting things that already happened. Still, you were scared as fuck.
“Not that I’ve paid attention or anything. But.. you haven’t said it out loud…” You smiled and looked down weakly. He knew exactly what that meant. Of course he did. He had to. He was the one that created the meaning anyways. He was the cause to the effect he had on you. He would lovebomb you. Telling you sweet things. I love you’s coming out of his mouth every now and then. But did he mean it? He never said it in front of his friends.
“Rafe do you see what you’re doing? What you’re making me think about? This wasn’t supposed to turn out like this. But I guess it did now.” “Rafe, maybe you’ll forget this. Or maybe it’ll get stuck in your head. Well I hope it makes you cry. The way that I did.” He stayed quiet. You didn’t know if he was regretting anything, or judging you. You didn’t care at that point. He doesn’t care. So why should you?
“Rafe did you ever love me? Rafe help me figure it out. Not that I’ve paid attention.. but you haven’t said it out loud. Rafe do you see what you’re doing? What you’re making me think about? This wasn’t supposed to turn out like this. But I guess it did now..didn’t it?” You repeated, crying this time. Why the fuck is he quiet? Did he really not have anything to say? Did he really not care? Is that it? Your thoughts came to a stop when he said,
“Why? Why do you care about me so much? If you know me so well, you’d know more than anyone how fucked up in the head I am. But you still care. Why?” He said quietly, contemplating what you’d say.
“Because I love you.”
“I don’t want you to.”
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SURPRISED?
summary: you're ghostface instead of ethan…
warnings: descriptions of blood & murder. overall really gory. language (cussing).
pairings: ethan landry x fem!reader, platonic sam carpenter x fem!reader, enemies quinn bailey x fem!reader
authors note: ethan and quinn aren't related in this one btw!! i really liked this idea so here's me trying my best to write it to the best of my ability 😭 also anika lives bc she's my pookie <3
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You sat in Quinn's room, making sure to stay clear from the windows she had purposely left open. Messages from Ethan and your friends in general went crazy as they wondered where you were and why you weren't answering. You rolled your eyes, understanding their worry but seeing as you were the cause behind their constant paranoia, you found it annoying to be bothered.
Quinn had left her room, saying she needed to not act suspicious. Her hookup would be making his grand reveal in a couple of minutes where you would be hiding in the closet, hoping to not be forced to witness something that would physically make you ill.
Noises outside the room got louder as you heard everyone laughing. It brought a smile to your face until you forced yourself to drop it.
Yes, you loved your friends. You had known Tara, Chad, Mindy and Sam your whole life—how could you not grow to love them? But, then again, you weren't planning their demise half the time you spent with them until last year when you grew vengeful.
Ethan was just an fortunate bonus you collected once moving to New York that happened to please Quinn, her being the mastermind and all. She liked the idea of getting someone like him to trust you just like how her brother Richie did with Sam.
Although, you did end up falling for Ethan and not just for the act. It was never in your head to make him love you just to hurt him in the end until Quinn meddled into your life and found out about you two. Then, the thought of your reveal and how he would react never left your mind. For some reason, it never crossed your thoughts that you would eventually have to face him seeing as you were too in love with him to kill him.
Your phone screen lit up, a picture of Ethan you took when he was studying popped up. You sighed, making sure to keep your voice low as you answered. "Hey, E."
"Y/N/N, where are you? I thought you said you'd be coming over tonight?" Ethan's worried voice caused your heart to swell. God, you hated lying to him.
"Yeah, I know but I'm still stuck in class," you lied very effortlessly. "My teacher offered to give us extra time to prepare for our next exam so I decided to stay. I might be around in an hour or two."
"Why didn't you tell me? I would've stayed with you," he immediately told you. "I hate knowing you're alone."
"E, I'm fine. I'm in a class full of thirty other people plus my professor," you reassured him, staring into the ceiling.
"Doesn't matter, Y/N/N. What if Ghostface attacks you on your way over? Or what if he's there at—"
"Hey, hey," you interrupted his rambling. "Look, I've done this once before, he'll have to try a lot harder then sneak attacking me while I'm in an Econ class."
"Y/N, I'm being serious," Ethan said sternly.
"So am I," you countered with a breathless chuckle. "How about this? I'll call you when I'm on my way over and we can facetime so you can make sure I'm okay."
The line was quiet until you heard a soft, "okay."
"I love you, E," you told him sadly, hoping he couldn't tell as you continued. "Please be safe. If anything happens, don't play the hero, okay? I can't lose you."
You were saying that mostly for yourself. You'd be the one behind the mask and if he did get in the way, you'd be forced to do something you didn't want to do. You had managed to steer Quinn clear from him until tonight and the last thing you wanted to do was cause him any ounce of pain.
"I should be telling you that," he told you with a smile, you could hear it through his voice. "I'll try not to, alright. Just…I love you. If anything does happen tonight and I can't say it again, just know that I really love you, Y/N."
"Don't say that, E," you interrupted. Your heart felt like it was stuck in your throat. "I won't let anything happen to you."
"You can't control it, Y/N/N," he let out weakly. "But I'm sure nothing's gonna happen, okay? So just worry about your exam and call me later. I love you."
"I love you too, E," you mumbled sadly.
"Get a room!" you heard Mindy yell in the background.
"Minds, stop. It's cute," Sam defended you two.
"Bye, E." You laughed; you couldn't help it.
You hung up the phone, staring down at his contact picture for a second longer. For some reason, that one conversation alone had you rethinking your choices. Would it be so bad to back out of the plan now? Quinn and her dad can take care of the rest—you only had to do with those two college nerds deaths and another guy who you'd seen bothering Ethan on campus, but that was it. The rest was Wayne, which was only the bodega and Sam's therapist.
The thought of even having to possibly kill Sam, especially Sam, because of how close you were with her made you sick to your stomach. So, why were you still apart of a plan that ensured her death along with your friends?
Your second thoughts were interrupted by the swift open of Quinn's door. The redhead came barging in, wearing her pink silk nightgown that barely reached her thighs.
"Nice conversation with your boyfriend," she told you with a certain distaste in her tone.
"Had to make sure I didn't sound suspicious," you defended yourself, getting up from the floor but staying in the corner of the room. You were lying.
Quinn rolled her eyes. "How long are you going to string him along? He's going to hate you when he finds out what you've done…that's if he survives that long."
"He stays out of our plan, remember?"
"Where's the fun in that?" she whined, walking over to mess with your black robe. "He takes you away from me all the time."
You shoved her away. "I told you, Quinn; you and your dad don't touch him. That was our only agreement."
"Yeah, it was when you realized you loved him," she had to point out. "He's turning you against us. Before you met him, you were excited to get revenge just like us."
"No, he's not but is it bad for me to not want to see the one person I actually care about harmed? It's not my fault that the only person you cared about was murdered."
"Just because you're apart of this plan doesn't mean I won't kill you," Quinn threatened as your words fell loosely from your mouth. You just couldn't stand when she badmouthed Ethan in front of you.
"Oh, shut up," you replied annoyedly. "Your dad won't even let you get behind the mask."
Quinn got quiet because it was true until she spoke, having to have the final word. "Fine, you got kills but do you really think Ethan would date a murderer? What're going to do when we complete act three? You think he's going to want to be with you after you helped kill his friends?"
"Fuck off," you snapped, letting her words get under your skin which you shouldn't have.
Quinn was going to continue bothering you but her phone went off. Her current boyfriend of the month was on his way up, forcing you to put the mask over your head and hide inside the closet.
Surprisingly, she didn't do much with him. You were sure she wouldn't pass up the opportunity to make you watch her but it seemed she was excited to get on with the plan. It only made up of occasional frisky touching, some things that were still counted as sexual activities that did make you look away but nothing too extravagant.
He ended up leaving to her connected bathroom to take a shower, saying how he felt dirty. Quinn then started to call her dad, basically filling him in and then she turned to you, gesturing for you to make your grand appearance as she saw Danny standing by his window just like planned.
Your boots helped make you seem taller as you stalked toward her very slowly. Her back was facing you as she rambled on the call about something. Your hand gripped your knife as the thought of actually killing her surfaced in your head. No, you couldn't do that.
Noises coming from across the window caught your attention as you looked up, seeing Danny pointing at you while yelling words you couldn't hear. You tilted your head at him, walking away inside the bathroom.
Killing her boyfriend wasn't too hard as you caught him off guard but the scene had become gory. You'd taken your pent up anger on the poor guy, his blood covering the entire room that you didn't notice until you backed away from where he laid lifelessly in the tub, naked.
You grimaced at yourself and what you had done.
Walking back into the room, you decided to start the act earlier than Quinn wanted, knowing it would piss her off. You rose your knife and planted it straight into the mattress, startling her as she let out an authentic gasp.
She began to scream, making sure to keep it leveled so it didn't sound too suspicious to everyone outside her room. She needed them to believe she was having sex so they wouldn't interrupt before she could get in her costume, which was just covering her entire body with fake blood and a few slashes from your knife to make it even more realistic.
You pulled her up, wrapping your arm around her neck just as you saw Danny take a picture. Then you tossed her to the floor where she crawled to the fake blood and splattered it all over herself and her room.
A couple more seconds, she continued to scream until she stopped and you heard the group outside running toward the door until the silence made them halt.
"Showtime," Quinn whispered proudly.
It made you sick to your stomach.
You held her up, taking a second to let her collect herself before you threw the door open and charged her body at them. Quinn fell on Anika, taking her and Mindy down as the girl screamed at Quinn's "dead" body.
Then, everyone scattered. You saw Chad pull Ethan and Tara toward the direction of the door and you decided to let them go on the account it would mean Ethan was safe. You headed straight toward Mindy, slashing her in the arm, knowing it would be enough to make her weak as blood always made her squeamish to the point she would pass out at times.
Your goal was to get Mindy. That was the plan Quinn had created for you to do but you couldn't. The rush of it all hit you once you saw her hunch over to hold her wound, trying not to vomit at the sight of the blood.
Anika was about to attack you for what you had done to her girlfriend but you got smacked in the face but a large object, sending you flying against the TV. When you peered through your mask, you saw Ethan's familiar light blue shirt and his curly hair, reaching down to help Mindy and Anika. Fuck, you thought. You should've known.
"Come on," he urged them both up.
You collected yourself quickly, slicing him in the arm and throwing him and Mindy against the table. The sound of his wince caused your heart to break but at least he wasn't in your way anymore.
Turning, you gripped Anika and pulled her up by the throat, which wasn't that hard at how light she was to carry. You slammed her against the wall and drove the knife in her gut. She let out a scream that actually made you sad. You could feel yourself losing grip on your knife. Thankfully, you were hit in the head again, causing you to fall to the floor and drop Anika.
Sam dropped the knife dispenser and went reaching for Anika as she carried her inside Quinn's bedroom. Ethan and Mindy were following closely behind. You got up and slammed against the door, causing Sam and Ethan to push against you even harder.
You stopped, remembering the second entrance to Quinn's room. You ran around and almost got through until you saw Ethan immediately run to slam the door in your face. Without thinking, you slipped through the crack and swung your knife around which sliced his skin again, making him even more annoyed, putting full force in his last push. You fell back just as you heard Sam and Mindy put a dresser against it so you couldn't enter.
Would it be so bad to let them go? You were about to give up until you looked behind at where Quinn was playing dead and she gave you a head gesture, as if telling you to get through that door and do something.
You started to kick it, slam your body against it, and slowly but surely the door started to crack. You could finally see in and you saw that they were trying to leave through the window on a ladder, thanks to Danny. You rolled your eyes, growing psychically exhausted but you continued to push against the door, the dresser beginning to shake.
Purposely, you didn't use your strength. You wanted them to survive. Poor Anika made you see that once you saw the gutted look on her face. You weren't close with her but she was a nice girl and she deserved to live. So did Sam and Mindy. Especially so did Ethan.
Sam went first, you caught sight of her hair just as she made it through. Then, Ethan of course had to make sure one of the girls went before him. Mindy gave Anika a kiss, thinking it'd be their last as she shakily made it on the ladder and got through. You continued to slam against the door as you watched Ethan pick Anika up from the bed, walking her toward the window where he helped her get on the ladder and kept it stable for her.
She took awhile to get through that you unfortunately made it inside just as Ethan was barely exiting the window. You stalked toward it slowly because you knew you weren't going to let him die.
"Ethan, you have to hurry!" Sam and Mindy screamed.
He turned around and the scared look on his face could've been enough to kill you. You slammed your knife on the window sill and grabbed the ladder.
They all were expecting some foul play on your end, encouraging him to be quicker but you didn't. Instead, you held the ladder down and stabilized it for him. Sam watched in shock. She was the only one who noticed your action that had been completely out of character.
Ethan made it inside Danny's apartment a second after and they all looked at you. You tilted your head at them, pulling your knife out. Then, you were gone. You didn't even wait for Quinn because you needed to get out of that costume and in Ethan's arms as quick as possible.
#ethan landry#ethan landry imagine#ethan landry x reader#ethan landry x you#jack champion#scream imagine#scream vi imagine
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A short list of things that bother me about the Magisterium canon:
Forgive me in advance for rambling, I have to get these thoughts out of my brain lmao (also it's been a couple years so correct me if I'm wrong! (I really hope I’m wrong on some of these :’) )) Spoilers ahead obviously!
● The lack of Calron :(
● Not taking the opportunity to develop Tamara's character and keeping her static until she's randomly just different. Strong female characters aren't just skilled and perfect until their one flaw (usually it's having feelings like any other human being) is revealed shockingly (that's just sloppy characterization), they should be crucial to the plot and not overlooked in favor of developing other characters (from what I remember she literally was my favorite while reading the series until she just got annoying (??) after a while, of course that could just be because the story is told through Call's perspective but still)
● The entire school system that I need more info on bc it sounds so unthought out and not like something that has existed for hundreds of years
● The forceful nature of making people serve as masters?? That makes no sense? Like, “Congratulations on not dying during your schooling or in the war(s), your prize is forced labor 👍.”
● Also THE COLLEGIUM WAS MENTIONED AND NEVER ELABORATED UPON
● TGT. Least favorite book. Get out. Tgt truthers how do you do it??
● The Maugris plot twist. It destroys the meaning behind the past four books. It's just so uncalled for and frankly just sloppy ig? I love the idea in a way, but only if it's foreshadowed from the beginning. Also I'm too attached to the complicated dynamic of Alastair raising his possible ex-bestie for it to end up like that
● The fact that the iron trio is out of school for half the series, I'd like to know what's normal, y'know??
● THE LACK OF ELABORATION ABOUT THE FIRST GEN I WANT TO KNOW MORE I HAVE TO KNOW MORE
● They did my man Constantine especially wrong, give him some ✨️character✨️ aside from E V I L and problematic (trademark) and charming (???)
● AND ALASTAIR GOD TELL ME MORE?? He's characterized as distant and obviously traumatized with his hate of his magic involved past but I just need to know what that past was like. Like who was he before his dead wife syndrome?? Idk but I'd of liked any excuse to know more about it just so I can understand him more??
● Please give me a single character trait of Declan's?? Like he was mentioned a handful of times and that's all we got. He was just some guy and I am hating it !!
● And Sarah. Like. She was a mom and liked peace as a concept but she also made a cool ass knife. That's a lot of things left up for interpretation. And I know Call wasn’t allowed to ask questions for plot reasons but god i wish he had more information about his own dead mother for Christ's sake
● Also other than a victim, who was Jericho? I need to know who this kid who drew scribbles in the margins of his very important journal while writing about how he was slowly being killed was. What was his relationship really like with his brother if he was so scared to say that he was dying or what gave him the impression that he didn't care?? It's fascinating and I need him under a microscope immediately
● Also the lack of queer representation until the last two books. AND THEN IT WASN'T EVEN ANY OF OUR MAIN CAST. Literally the saddest L ever :(
● AND AARON WAS NEVER CONFIRMED QUEER LIKE WHAT THE FUCK JUST L O O K AT HIS CHARACTER AND INFACT ALL OF OUR CORE CAST IS AT LEAST BI LIKE C O M E O N (ik they're like kids but even I knew I was not straight when I was like 11 and i lived in the most conservative non-LGBTQ-friendly town known to man)
● Low key, callmara was so bad, like I love them but not the way it happened, horrible set up. Tamara deserved so much better and to not have her entire character destroyed by becoming a love interest. I wish they thought about her as an independent character instead of the means to implement a romantic subplot in tgt, they did so good in the first books with that
● Also there's no elaboration on what chaos is. It's the mystical 5th element. Wow! Let's go girl, give us nothing! You'd think that if Makaris were so exceptionally rare and special that we'd get some explanation on how they come to be and what it is exactly that they can control but we're just left to assume it's the special "chosen one" type of thing. Idk it bothers me for some reason :/
That's just off the top of my head and it's been years since I read the series all the way through (I should do a reread soon). For the most part I adore this funky series and I hate to bash it but I felt the need to ramble about it's shortcomings because I'm not crazy, right?? It had so much potential! Anyway, I'm sort of glad for the blanks in the story despite complaining about them because it leaves room for fics and fan interpretations that I always love to see, but on the other hand, I'd like for the story to feel finished and not like a last minute science fair project.
Thanks for sticking around for my late night rambling lmao
#magisterium#magisterium series#tamara rajavi#aaron stewart#callum hunt#maugris#alastair hunt#constantine madden#declan novak#sarah hunt#jericho madden#rambling
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note : as if i don't shitpost enough already, annoying anyone who follows me, i kinda decided to make / participate in a txt song challenge.
the tag for it is #[ txt song challenge ], so you can filter it freely. i'd post it privately, but search by tag doesn't work for privated posts even inside the blog, and i know i would want to reread it :c
yep, the album covers are recolored by me, and if anyone wants i kinda can make any of them in any color for you?.. i have all of them saved as projects, so it's easy as if anyone needs it.
warnings :
i’m gonna sound like a little hater in some posts for the challenge, but that’s just how it was with txt for me. i never spread any hate towards them or any other group, tbh. it only stayed inside my head, and it wasn’t even that bad—I just preferred to avoid them.
there's gonna be pink. lots of it. and thought flow without any system. it'll just be all over the place, but i kinda like it that way even more.
♡ you're here ♡ | to the 2nd day →
₊ ˚ ⊹ ♡ . ⠀day 1 ✧ a song that you first discovered
before i name any, the most important thing about txt songs for me is that i heard the chorus to half a dozen of them through tiktok challenges and absolutely hated it, because i felt like it was everywhere, and i knew it was txt, a.k.a. bts' juniors.
it definitely includes 'good boy gone bad,' 'sugar rush ride,' 'chasing that feeling,' and god forbid 'happily ever after.' i also listened to 'do it like that' when the mv was released because i love the jonas brothers and i disliked it.
it's hard for me to determine which song i discovered first (it might as well be 'cat & dog' back in 2019, tbh), so i'll just go with two that i associated with txt from the very beginning.
G O O D B O Y G O N E B A D
first heard it fully on tv on some music channel [with the mv], and my mom, who was watching it with me, said she liked the song and that she should note down what it's called and who performs it when they show it at the end. and i was like, "i know both, but eh, whatever, i'll send you the title and the group name. but… really, mom? them?"
to be honest, i remember the moment sooo well. the image of beomgyu in his emerald shirt appears in my head immediately when i think of it.
it wasn’t just that, but i got addicted to the pre-chorus he sings. i loved everything about it—melody, singing, and choreo. rewatching that part in the dance practice video, let’s say, regularly, became my guilty pleasure.
but i hated the chorus, and the english parts [basically the parts i could understand] sounded kinda cringe. i mean, "good boy gone bad," gosh, what’s that? so i just stuck to the pre-chorus and beomgyu.
it stopped sounding cringe when i read the translation tho. i love how dark it is. and i have three versions of it in my playlist: regular, japanese and from the vid for the kelly clarkson show. not bad for the "really, mom? them?" song.
T I N N I T U S
heard it in a challenge on yt and immediately loved it. easy as that lol.
i was kinda biased against txt in a bad way back then, but weirdly enough, i didn’t really care that it was their song. i just loved it, and that’s it.
tho i’m not really sure it made it to my playlist. i just listened to it for hours from time to time, but not really from saved music—just searching it and listening from the search results.
[dance practice to it was also the first txt video i showed my mom, and that’s another story lolol. do i need to find/make a challenge about txt in general, not just songs?..]
note : ahhh yes, normal apeachty behavior. thought that i'd write just a bit, but somehow ended up writing more... well, at least now it looks good enough to be posted.
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· T H E A R T O F G E T T I N G T O K N O W | S P E N C E R R E I D · PT 1
I'm sorry if some jokes don't make much sense in English, as they were originally written in Spanish. I'm not very good at English either, so this might not be the best translation. Sorry! This fanfic is just an experiment, so please don't be too harsh... I'm not a writer; I just want to have fun. Thanks, and I hope you enjoy it!
· Pairing: Spencer Reid/OC · Category: Fluff · Warning: None · Words: 2650 · Parts: Pt 2 · Pt 3 · Pt 4 · Summary : Eli, a psychology expert and old friend of Luke's, joins the UAC as a consultant and quickly bonds with Spencer Reid. As they delve into a complex case, Eli and Spencer find themselves drawn to each other on a deeper level. · Note about Eli: Her neurodivergence (She is autistic) is implied but it's never really said. · Spanish on Wattpad. English isn't my first language, be kind!
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· P O V E L I ·
Eli was sitting on the backrest of the bench. She took a sip of coffee and looked at her friend.
—Hey, give me a pastry, Luke. Are you going to eat them all or what? We always have the same fight over breakfast… if I didn’t love him… well, and if I wasn’t so sleepy…
—Haven't you already had one? —the dark-haired man protested.
—Hey! I really hate you sometimes. Don’t move the box away again! —Eli complained as she pulled the hood of her sweatshirt over her wavy, black hair. It was quite cold, especially this early.
Sometimes we had breakfast together before work. I work as a professor at the university; I studied psychology and forensic sciences. And Luke… well, he's a criminologist, working in the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit.
—Seriously, give me a damn pastry. I’m hungry, and you’re such a glutton! —She jumped off the bench and tried to grab them.
—What the…? What do you mean by glutton? What’s that? AHAHAHA
—It means you eat a lot, that you eat everything, smartass… —Eli commented, narrowing her dark eyes.
—Really? Now you’re part of the Royal Academy of Language?
—Since when are you so sarcastic? I hate it when he makes me grumble… seriously, pff… By the way, aren’t you supposed to stay in shape for the FBI, oh “super smarcle agent ”?
—“Smarcle”?
—It’s a play on words, little brother. Do you know what that is? Smarty + muscles —the girl smiled mockingly.
—Uh, you’re so funny, shorty… If you keep laughing, you’re going to choke…
—You love it when I give you nicknames. Smarty is my favorite —she smiled broadly, tilting her head to look at him.
We’ve known each other since we were kids, we’re like siblings. I know he adores me, though sometimes… Well, our relationship is like that. I guess we love each other, but we can’t help it.
—Stop calling me that… I hate it…
—Oh… I’m sorry… did I hurt your little pastry-filled heart?
—Seriously…? hahaha you’re the worst… —Luke shifted and gave her the last pastry.— I knew he would do that… This idiot always makes me smile in the end. —Hey, changing the subject… have you thought about what I told you? Let me talk to my boss, seriously, your help would be great on this case.
—Seriously, Luke, I’m swamped with work…
��Eli… I know it scares you, but on the other hand, you’re motivated to try new things. It’s an opportunity to help a lot of people, and me… come on…- That pouty face… ugh…
—O-Okay… Yeah, yeah, I can do it, but if I get overwhelmed with work, I’ll have to drop it, you know that, right?
—Yes, yes, a thousand thanks, babe! I love you! —And I…
—I know —she said, raising an eyebrow before taking a sip of her coffee, as if it didn’t matter.
—Stop acting tough, dummy…
· P O V L U K E ·
Luke arrived at the BAU and greeted his colleagues, who were already working in the bullpen. He was a little late because he got held up with Eli.
—JJ, his blonde friend, greeted him quickly and commented—: Hey, I hope at least you brought something for breakfast, slowpoke.
—What’s up with all of you today? —Luke laughed—. Stop giving me a hard time for a bit, will you? Sometimes a guy has a heart —he said, pouting.
—All of you? —JJ’s eyes widened—. Uh, who’s the girl giving you a hard time…?
—Very funny, JJ… I wish it were that kind of thing —Luke joked with a smile.
Spencer chuckled, watching the scene, and Rossi held back his own jokes.
—I’ve been with Eli. She’s like my sister, so cut it out with those kinds of comments, will you? It’s… ugh, almost incestuous —his friends reacted with some laughter; they’d heard of her before but didn’t know her—. Anyway, I have to go talk to Emily, see you in a bit.
—Yes, sir… and he dodges work again… —Rossi commented.
—How’s that crossword coming along, Rossi? —Spencer couldn’t resist adding with a grin.
· P O V E L I ·
The hustle and bustle of the UAC headquarters was more overwhelming than I had anticipated. I accepted Luke's offer, but now that I was here, surrounded by strangers in an environment that seemed so alien to my world, I was starting to have doubts. "What kind of mess have I gotten myself into?"
—Eli, come here! —He greeted me with his usual carefree smile, the one he wears so well and that always made me feel a bit more at ease, but that also had the power to get me into trouble from which I didn’t know how to get out, because the truth is I’ve never been good at saying no and Luke tends to be very persuasive, he’s always been like that since we were kids. "Okay, Eli, you can do this. Just hold on a bit, meet the people, and then go back to your safe zone."
—Guys, this is Eli —Luke said, placing his hand on my shoulder.
I nodded, trying to appear calm and confident. "Okay, breathe, smile, and greet. Everything will be fine..."
—Hi, it’s a pleasure. —I tried to smile warmly, but meeting new people isn’t exactly my strength. So I’m not quite sure what my face looked like at that moment... I’m not too fond of having my personal space invaded and suddenly find a blonde girl 10 cm away from me... I almost died...
—Hi! I’m Garcia, Penelope. Oh my God, are you really friends with Luke? Do you put up with him? —I liked that she had a lot of decorations in her hair and wore so many colors. It was like she illuminated the room.
—Well... actually no, not much.
I tried to joke, but I think I was more serious than I intended, although she laughed. "Damn Luke, I shouldn’t have let him talk me into this. I think I’m having a panic attack right now, there are too many new people here..."
—Haha... so funny, Eli... I think what Eli means, Garcia, is that I put up with her. Let me introduce you to the others. Rossi, JJ, Matt, and... Where’s Reid?
—He said he’d be late today, he’ll be here in a bit —JJ, the long-haired blonde with clear eyes, added—. Let’s start without him.
"Great... come on Eli, take it step by step... Be cordial, do your job, smile, kill Luke, and go home. Not necessarily in that order."
Luke took me around, introducing me to the rest of the team. I tried to keep my composure, but my mind was a mess. "I’m smiling, right? Touch your face subtly and check... Okay, no, damn it, smile, your serious face is scary. Okay, good, now yes. Be beautiful, be a damn Disney princess."
Finally, Luke led me to his desk, and I sat down, grateful for a moment of rest. The atmosphere was pleasant, yes, but also overwhelming in a way I hadn’t anticipated. I need a lot of preparation, and new environments overwhelm me too much. Just at that moment, I heard Luke’s soft voice breaking the silence.
—Don’t worry, Eli, you’ll do well here. Besides, you haven’t met Reid yet. I’m sure you’ll like him —he said with a reassuring smile.
—Yeah... It’s not that... Too many people all of a sudden... All unknown... —I replied with a somewhat forced smile, though I was starting to feel a bit more comfortable. Hopefully, I could handle the situation without seeming like a complete rookie.
—Come on Eli... You can handle this and more. I trust you, so trust yourself too. I love you, okay? —I smiled at him, trying, in part, to feel better about myself.
· P O V S P E N C E R ·
I arrived later than usual, and when I walked into the office, the first thing I noticed was the new presence in the room. Luke was talking to a woman who, by her posture and the way she looked around, seemed a bit out of place, but still maintained a smile on her face, a smile that looked forced.
As I approached, I could see that she was making a visible effort to fit in. Luke spotted me immediately.
—Reid! —he called out, pointing to the new arrival—. Come here, let me introduce you, our new external consultant. My friend Elisabeth Jackson.
Elisabeth looked at me, and for a second, our gazes met. I don’t know what happened in that moment that threw me off completely. She smiled shyly, and something in her expression made me smile too.
—Hi, Elisabeth. It’s a pleasure to meet you —I said, trying to sound as friendly as possible. Her dark, intense eyes sparkled with an intelligence that seemed to want to analyze every little detail. But also a hint of nervousness that made me smile, recognizing in her someone who, like me, might prefer to be in a quiet library rather than in the midst of a group of talking people.
—Hi, Reid. —She said with a friendly tone, though I perceived a slight tension in her voice. —Eli is fine... —she hesitated.
—Okay, Eli... yeah, sorry... —I don’t know why I got nervous, suddenly felt like an idiot for apologizing.
We stood there for a moment, exchanging tense but cordial smiles, until Luke broke the silence to continue with the introductions, and we went back to our daily routine. However, I couldn’t help but glance at Eli a couple more times during the morning, curious, not knowing why she intrigued me so much.
· P O V E L I ·
Spencer Reid's arrival jolted me out of my reverie. The prodigy in his field, well, in many fields, I knew who he was, and of course, I was familiar with his work, but I didn’t recall his eyes, and that they would impact me more than his publications. "Girl, what are you thinking...?"
Yes, I knew him from college, just from a couple of classes; we crossed paths occasionally, though he doesn’t seem to remember who I am, to be honest. Understandable, on the other hand.
We sat together during the meeting, and although I spent most of the time in silence, feeling like an outsider in a new environment, Reid made the atmosphere a bit more bearable. He didn’t talk much, but when he did, his words carried a weight that made them seem more significant.
He looked at me with his brown, curious eyes, as if he were trying to decipher who I was. *He did this repeatedly throughout the day and I tried not to seem too nervous; I didn’t want them to think I wasn’t up to the task. "He’s uncomfortably kind, analytical, looking for something... and my abilities drop to -1000 when someone is watching me, damn it..."
The day went on, and despite my initial anxiety, I gradually started to feel more comfortable. Garcia was a whirlwind of positive energy, and although she intimidated me at first, I soon found that her enthusiasm was contagious. Spencer, on the other hand, was a calm and constant presence, someone I knew I could share deep conversations with without feeling judged.
The first day was going quite well. "I need a break..." I went to the common room and sat down to eat something, not before getting distracted by making little paper balls with a napkin and scribbling in my small red notebook. Spencer walked in just as I was stacking several objects on top of each other, trying to see if I could balance them. Me and my brilliant mind.
—Sometimes, a break is just what you need to think clearly. —He said as he pulled a sandwich from his bag, looking at Eli with amused curiosity and sitting down across from her.
—Eli jumped and knocked everything over, not without letting out a small scream first. —Oh, crap... —She turned beet red as she looked up and began to pick everything up.
—Spencer chuckled quietly. —What are you doing...?
—I... uh... n-nothing... It’s just how I am. —She opened her eyes wide. "What are you saying?! How are you like this?! Are you dumb or what?"
—He couldn’t hold back and let out a small laugh. *—*He seemed entertained, certainly... an improvised 3D puzzle.
—Well... yeah... —He cleared his throat, biting his lip, fiddling with the napkin. —I like puzzles.
—Yeah, I can tell. —The brunette gave a smile, leaning a little toward her, almost instinctively. —I guess this job, like psychology, has something to do with puzzles.
—Eli smiled softly, feeling more at ease and forgetting the previous incident, then hesitated before continuing. —I’ve always been interested in human behavior, patterns... Since I was little, I’d observe how people acted. In fact, when I was in college... —She paused for a few seconds, hesitating. —I had a class in criminology with you. You were... well, like you are now: brilliant.
—Really? —He asked, furrowing his brow slightly as he tried to remember, looking up. —What was the class?
—Advanced Psychology. —She murmured uncertainly. —You were always at the front.
—Advanced Psychology... —he repeated, then his expression changed as if something clicked in his memory. —Row four, seat six... was that you? You always had a notebook... yes, like that one, red, and you sat near the window.
—Oh! —She exclaimed, surprised and a bit flushed. —Yes, that was me... I can’t believe you remember so well. "Don’t get too excited, friend, he has a super brain, it’s not because of you."
—I have eidetic memory, but... —he smiled slightly, somewhat embarrassed. —It’s not always so clear with people. What seems odd to me is that you noticed me, I mean, hmm... well, you know... that you specifically remember me... —Spencer trailed off, unsure of how to finish.
"I need to scream and process everything he’s telling me. Are there any hidden messages here? Can someone translate all this for me?!" —Uh... Well, it’s that I’ve always played at that, really, I like observing and learning. I memorize what people do, how they are, how they might be... So I remember weird things at absurd moments, I suppose —she admitted with a soft laugh, now feeling more at ease. —You always seemed so focused, so... in your own world.
—It’s funny... —he said, looking directly into her eyes, with a sincere smile. —I always thought I was completely alone in that world, but maybe that wasn’t entirely true.
—I’m glad to know I wasn’t so invisible after all. —She said, holding back a sigh.
—Definitely not. —He said softly, smiling —And now, I’m really happy that we’re here, sharing something more than just a class.
—And I... —she replied, feeling the conversation flow naturally, though she felt like running through the halls screaming and completely red. She wasn’t sure if she had a kind, panicked, or clownish expression. "Oh God, I’m losing it. What’s happening? He’s adorable and I want to die!!"
The case would continue its course; Luke provided me with constant support, he knows my difficulties, and for me, the most important thing at that moment was to adapt, to find my place among them. With a bit of luck, I might feel settled in this new environment. "Come on, Eli. Just one step at a time." · Requests via DM ·
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Well, the first chapter. I had an introduction, but I decided to combine it with the first chapter since it felt too short. I hope you like it; I'll try to update soon. I'm really enjoying writing the conversations, to be honest. There’s still quite a bit to go, I don’t know how many chapters there will be, but my idea is for this to be very FLUFFY, you know, kisses, intimacy, cuddles... we'll get there. If you have any comments, contributions, or questions... you know where to find me. That will come soon, I’ll speed up to get to the important stuff, I promise.
Kisses!
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OKAY I CAN FINALLY TALK ABOUT MY INSERT FOR HIMMMM
Previous sheltered rich "girl" hates his fucking life and runs off to be a bartender/dancer at the shadiest grungiest Coyote Ugly style bar he can find in Wall Market. That's pretty much the gist of it.
Character points
Chocobo Sam is an exasperated dad figure that keeps a distant watch on him. He tried to get him hooked up at the Honeybee Inn when he told him he wanted to be a dancer, but was immediately rejected. "Nah, too classy." "You think the Honeybee Inn… Is CLASSY." "Yeah, I need something grungier."
Absolutely trashy as fuck at work, really good at working people up for tips. He has fun with it but no one's allowed to touch him or they get decked. Despite the gimmick, he's probably the least horny person in Wall Market.
Which means no one is allowed to talk to him about work off the clock unless HE initiates it. Or if they intend to pay a fee. The 'get decked' rules apply here twofold.
Fun and flirty at work but a huge bitch after. He's not upset at anything in particular, he's just traumatized and lives by the 'my body my rules' mantra to a t.
He's still fun to be around if you're his friend. He's picky about who's allowed to BE his friend ("I'm Adriel. My friends call me Adri. You can call me Adriel.") but he's a good dude and he really does love his job and his life.
Still traumatized as fuck, though. Sometimes goes up to the plate to 'visit' his old home, which is basically him standing in the distance watching his shitty parents mill about the place. Sometimes he can hear them arguing with each other.
He meets Leslie when he's trying to march down to Corneo's to talk about the shitty 'tax rates' his manager's been complaining about, gets stopped at the door, and leaves shouting "YOU PRETTYBOY PIECE OF SHIT, I'LL REMEMBER THIS!"
Then Leslie gets dragged down to his particular bar a few days later and hears "You just gonna sit there looking like a prettyboy or are you gonna order something?" "Oh what the fuck." "Yeeeep." "You work at THIS trashy place?" "My brother in Gaia, YOU'RE SITTING in the trashy place. You don't look like you'll be a good tipper, so how about you just give me your number as compensation?"
He does not, indeed, give WM!Adri his number. But he has never known peace since, because every time they pass each other on the street he gets catcalled. WM!Adri has seemingly made it his life's mission to pursue and fluster the whole way down.
It's eventually gonna go from all that sexual charge to "Are you just really trashy because something's got you fucked up?" "You're one to talk, with the stick all the way up your ass."
Trauma bonding.
The public embarrassment will never cease, though.
N E WAY.
BACK TO WORK!
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A quick weekly Grey's rant:
Very good fall finale vibes, I already hate waiting for the conclusion to everything. But at the same time I'm not that worried... or worked up about it.
Sure, it does look like Lucas might be shot, but my money is on the robber actually. (It would be interesting if the shot was a through-'n'-through for Lucas and both got hit. While watching I expected Gladys to get it though, so it was already a surprise she lived. Such restraint, Grey's! Really loved that Lucas mentioned how his grandfather died and also that Amelia and Derek were both there. They can remember things! Look, even if Lucas is fine, Amelia just hearing this story -- somebody hold her. Which is also why I think her patient will pull through. She has to. Amelia Shepherd doesn't get much wins in her personal lives, but she is good at what she does and the show lets her have that. (Kinda wished when she talked to the mother she had shown her full optimistic confidence level, a la "there is only one neuro-surgeon better than me, and that was my brother, but he is dead", but I guess two mentions would have been too much). Speaking of remembering things though... I for one do remember two things about Jo Wilson. a) She owned a gun for a long, long time (which is weird, she owned that while with Paul, so hey at least she didn't kill him and clearly never wanted to fire it), so in a way I hoped a little bit she could grab that damn thing when it fell to the floor. Of course I understand that she hid away, especially because oops complications (is she pregnant with twins just so she can lose one for the drama? How diabolical). Anyway, the b) thing though, Jo helped a guy rob a convenience store once. This would have been a nice time that she could clarify she drove the (probably stolen) getaway car. Jo Wilson could have ended up in prison, she is so fucking lucky she didn't.
Yasuda... MIKA YASUDA!!! Leaving too soon. Oh, my heart broke for her. The trauma those hospital walls have seen. Remember when Cristina was allowed her absolute breakdown after the shooting? Yeah, took long enough for somebody else to say "I can't go back". I'm very sorry to see her go, but I find the reason very believable. Grief is such a bastard and they managed to make it worse with her story about being the one who named Chloe, how her favorite sister that meant so much to her died in this place... Also really liked Simone and Bailey talking to her, about what they feel (about their moms). I get why Jules was angry and lashed out, I think Bailey can take that in stride. She was right in what she said. And for Mika to trust herself on this. Could have thrown in that Bailey could offer at least a few calls, if Yasua returns to her family, they might be a hospital nearby or something. A few recommendations. And then Jules and Mika................. I will live with "help me feel normal" for a long, long time. ;_____;
Breaking News: Owen is an ass. I would want him as my trauma surgeon. Even would want him as a teacher or mentor. But damn stay away from this man on a personal level. Weirdly his relationship with Amelia was the one that made the most sense for a long time. Come on, we all expect him to cheat again, right? That little touch in the elevator sure was very unfortunate, but he runs right out to offer another woman a car ride (while everybody in the hospital is busy). The one thing I have to say though, we knew from the start that he is not suited for romantic relationships, when he ended things with his fiancée via super short e-mail and didn't even tell her that he had returned. His shittyness is consistent (it just gets worse when his anger issues flare up; which doesn't include his PTSD that led to choking Cristina, that was a separate issue I do not hold against him). But i guess Owen is vital for the Grey's ecosystem. Makes other people's mistakes look less shitty (I don't consider him evil, he doesn't even enjoy his bad decisions).
Don't know what to think of the Blue and Molly thing. I love the very, very dramatic story they have. Feel bad for her partner now.
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Never a Wish Better Than This (1/?)
Fandom: Smallville
Rating: E
Pairing: Clex
Characters: Clark, Lex, others mentioned
Word Count: 3005
Warnings: fix-it fic, season 4, first person pov, switching pov, feelings
Summary: Clark turns 18, Lex takes one last chance at making things right between them.
A/N: so, yeah...I never write in first person for fic, but it just felt right for this one. set between Blank and Ageless, with references to s1-4 throughout. hope you like my first attempt at a Clex fic!
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"I owe you my life, Clark. I'll never forget that."
"I guess adrenaline is really a powerful thing, Clark. Good thing, too, or all three of us would be dead now."*
"Yes, I was looking into the accident, but I'm done with that. There's nothing under the surface I need to know."
"I had to kill him, Clark, you understand that right? He hurt you, he was going to kill your father. I had to."
"I put too much trust in a pair of pretty green eyes, and nearly lost everything. I let her too close and almost paid for that mistake with my life, and your father's freedom. And, once again you saved me."
"You know, my father told me, every Arthur needs his Merlin. But even Merlin couldn't save Arthur from falling in the end. Luckily, I have you, Clark. Let's just hope you can keep me from a one way trip to Avalon."
"I wish you could trust me, Clark, really trust me. I just can't stop feeling like there's something important you've kept hidden from me, since the day we met. And, every time I think you're close to finally telling me, you veer off course."
"I'm glad you're back to normal, repressed, farmboy. Rebellion isn't really your color, Clark. But, if you ever need to borrow the Ferrari again, make sure it stays within the town limits."
"I'm not sure if I'm more relieved or disappointed, knowing for sure you're not my brother, Clark. It would have been nice, growing up with you, but at least you aren't tainted by Luthor blood."
"I'm sorry about Ryan, Clark. Guess I was wrong, you really would make a great brother."
"Naman and Sageeth, Warrior Angel and Devilicus…I hate when stories don't give the details on how two people go from being best friends to sworn enemies."
"I'm sorry about how often your family gets drawn into the Luthor chaos, Clark. I hope you don't regret our friendship."
"I truly am sorry about my part in Eric Marsh coming after you and your parents, Clark. I wouldn't have bailed him out if I had known. The last thing I would ever want is for your family to be hurt."
"My memory of my actions shortly before I was admitted to Belle Reve are hazy at best, but if the pain I'm told I caused you and Lana really happened, I'm sorry, Clark. I only hope I didn't do anything too…untoward, with you, beyond nearly shooting you. Only, I keep getting a fuzzy picture in my head, when I try to remember. You, and me, in the loft. I was singing a lullaby. Suddenly, I was right next to you, and then there was this warmth, your warmth, surrounding me. Whenever I think of that moment, my lips ache."
"Why won't you let me help you, Clark? I could protect you from my father, if you would just open up to me. What is so damned important about those caves that we just keep circling back to them? What are those drawings to you?"
"I appreciate your worry, Clark, but isn't it a bit hypocritical to keep pushing me to reveal my most tumultuous secrets, while denying me your own?"
"You chose right with Pete, Clark. I envy his strength. I'm sorry he had to move. But it's probably safer this way, for both of you."
"I'm glad I can call you my friend again, Clark. I'm sorry I messed it up the first time around. These have been the loneliest five months of my life. I've grown too used to you showing up on my doorstep when I least expect it."
"What is it that you're hiding from me, Clark? What did I learn in those seven weeks that just keeps eluding me? All these secrets and lies…I don't know how much more I can take."
"There's a darkness inside me, Clark, and it scares me. One small lapse in judgment, and I could hurt everyone I care about."
May 3rd, 2005
Lex's POV:
So many starts to conversations that ended before they really went anywhere. So many opportunities to get closer, to rid ourselves of the distance between us, to bring to light the secrets that stained and strained our friendship. But then, that was why I was usually the one ending them, wasn't it? Even when I was the one who started it. Pulled away, put the walls back up, slipped that mask of cool indifference back on, before he could get too close. Because if he did, how could I resist?
How would I be able to walk away, sane and whole, if he closed that gap? If he bared his soul, spilled all his secrets, how could I keep him pure? That beautiful, innocent, pristine farmboy, would only be tainted if he got that close. Too young, too naive…I would have ruined him. I still might.
I could count the number of people I have ever cared about almost as much as I care about Clark on one hand, with three digits left to spare. I would call it love, if I thought I still had the ability to feel that particular emotion. I've tried for nearly four years to keep him at arm's length. Tried for four years to let myself have the one thing I wanted even more than my father's approval. Four years of yearning, dreaming of thick, black hair, and piercing green eyes. Haunted by pouting lips that could drive angels to sin, and hands big and strong enough to catch them when they fell.
Will I ruin this perfect, flawed, creature once I have him in my arms? After he has saved me countless times since that first life-changing, life-ending…life-starting…day on the bridge, could I take the chance that I won't destroy him? Can I really resist the chance to find out? Even a saint's patience has its limits.
How many trips to Suicide Slums have I made, finding just the right shade of green eyes, the right pair of plump lips, shoulders just broad enough, to make the endless need go away, just for a little bit? Just long enough to pretend I didn't ache every time Clark walked through my door. That I didn't want anything more than to push him down onto the leather couch in my office and despoil that paragon of perfection. Tan, dark haired men aren't too hard to find, if you know where to look, if you have the right connections, and the wallet big enough to back it up. So eager to please, to kneel, to worship the Luthor cock. But none of them, not one, close enough to his perfection to sate my hunger for his presence.
This past year has been the hardest, months spent trying to salvage the wreckage of our friendship. The mysterious and creepy misadventure of my father somehow switching bodies with Clark. Chloe's wild and out birthday party, that I'm sure I still don't have all the details on. Being framed for the murder of an innocent woman by a scorned one-night-stand, both of whom I only even glanced twice at because of features that made me think of Clark. Almost killing the entire Kent family with one of my ill-thought experiments. Watching Jason and Lana, envious of what they had, wanting that with Clark. Their age gap had been the least of their problems, and seeing them together had given me hope, even if they had ultimately parted ways. I know it's a small town with even smaller world views, but still…
There I go, getting ahead of myself again. Thinking like I know for a fact that Clark feels the same way I do, that the attraction is mutual. But, I've seen the looks he's given me over the years. The deer-in-the-headlights look I see when we're playing pool and I've just turned around from taking my shot, his gaze quickly flitting up to mine, and away, his next move fumbled. Felt the lingering touches, like he didn't want to have to pull away. He's the only one I let touch me so casually, you know? The only one I willingly hug, even if the embrace is painfully shorter than I care for. Even lovers aren't allowed to touch more than necessary to bring me off. I flinch from my father's hand whenever possible, my skin crawling with unease when he manages to act out his parody of paternal love.
But, how many times have I greased the way into Lana's heart for Clark? Sure, they were mostly misguided attempts to rid myself of the temptation he posed. And still, through all their back and forth, they just couldn't make it work. It gave me hope that I tried to ignore, Clark's inability to settle for either Lana or even Chloe. …Or Alicia, who seemed to be both girls wrapped in one, beautiful and brilliant, but so very troubled; though, given how long he'd mourned her, she may have come the closest to keeping his heart.
How many times, during our talks, have I seen those cow eyes darken, ever so slightly, before the faintest flush of color rose on his cheeks, making him turn away, his speech suddenly stumbling? How many of my loaded comments have left him speechless, the untrippable boy now awkward as a fawn taking its first steps. Is it such a stretch to really believe there's a possibility of him returning my affection?
The Grandfather clock in the corner strikes the hour, and I stand from my chair. Time to bring some kind of resolution to the circles we seem to run around each other. One way or the other. But first, one more look at Clark's gift. I hope it's one he'll accept without all the hemming and hawing that's followed every other token of my appreciation and affection.
Clark's POV:
I had almost given up hope of him accepting my invitation. What excitement can a small gathering of friends at a farm in Kansas hold to draw the attention of a world-savvy billionaire? Fried chicken and homemade cake could hardly compare to caviar and creme brulee. But still, I could hope. Hope that he'll show up, even for a minute, hope that he'll help give this regrowing friendship a fighting chance.
It's hard to keep that hope for friendship from spreading into hope for something more.
Since that day on the bridge, I’ve tried wrapping my mind around so many feelings, so many confusing urges. It was worse in the beginning, my body going through so many changes, both human and alien. Learning bits and pieces of the truth of who I am. Still so much left unknown.
As my mind wanders, I look over at my friends. Pete showed up this afternoon, a surprise. Said he couldn't miss the only birthday party I've ever thrown. He'll probably have to leave soon if he wants to make it back to Wichita before curfew. Chloe, with her bright, bubblegum smile and knowing eyes, doing her best to keep Lois from annoying me too much. Lana, demure smile in place, eyes flitting over to me every so often. My heart twinges with a good dose of guilt every time she does.
I still hold a place for her in my heart, but it's not the same. Hasn't been since he moved in, really. Lana was the girl next door, the one I thought I would always see as the love of my life. But, since that day on the bridge, slowly, but surely, things have changed.
Saving Lex was the catalyst for so much change. That not-really-a-kiss threw a wrench into everything I thought I knew about myself. It was only CPR, but from the first press of my lips against Lex's, it was like the whole world had shifted. And not just mentally. It was as if bringing Lex back to life had been a jumpstart on a molecular level. Before, I'd always been strong and fast and practically indestructible, but within a few weeks of meeting Lex, up popped the x-ray vision. God, that was an embarrassing couple of weeks while I got it under control. The vague dreams I'd been having got slightly more focused after I caught a flash of Lex in his boxers before I could close my eyes. It wasn't the first time I'd woken up sticky, but before that, it had always been Lana haunting my erotic dreams, like when I'd first started waking up floating above my bed.
I had managed to push aside the confusing feelings that were blooming since meeting Lex, mostly, until the start of my sophomore year and the height of the heat wave. How many fires did I almost start, thinking of Lex? Those were the worst few months. Especially while Desiree was around. Talk about confusing. Didn't help that Chloe had to chime in with her observation that Desiree looked like a female version of me. Suddenly all I could think of was Lex giving me the sultry, sloe-eyed stares he'd been giving her.
After that, my imaginings decided they were no longer happy secluding themselves to my sleeping hours. The first time I touched myself to thoughts of Lex happened shortly after Desiree's spell over him was broken. None of my jerk-off sessions had ever led to that powerful an orgasm. Thank God my parents weren't home; I don't think I'd have had the higher brain function required to explain the scream that accompanied my explosive release.
After my mini freak out over the careening change in direction of my fantasies, I did some…research. Let's just say, I really hope my parents don't do any in-depth searching into my internet history any time soon. My dad really doesn't need another heart attack.
Through the wonders of the internet, I discovered that, yeah, maybe I did have some attraction to guys. None of the porn I stumbled across made me feel quite as aroused as my Lex-based daydreams, but I couldn't deny that there had been some definite tightening of my jeans as I watched. I also discovered that my attraction to girls may have lessened, but not entirely disappeared. Lana still entered my dreams from time to time; and there was that one really haunting visit where she showed up while Lex and I were tangled together, and instead of the freak-out dream-me had expected, she eagerly joined in. That had led me down a whole other rabbit hole.
But, still, life continued on, with just another secret about myself to hide beneath my naive, bumbling exterior. I think I've managed to keep my growing attraction to Lex a secret from nearly everyone. Except maybe from Chloe. She's altogether too good at ferreting out the truth, and I've seen some of the looks she's given me when the conversation turns to Lex, or when he shows up with yet another extravagant gift I can't keep. If anyone knows, it would be her. Has she seen it there, on my face? The longing? The need? Are they the same looks I never managed to recognize her casting my way…the same looks I sometimes still see her give me when she thinks I'm not looking?
Things only got harder after tenth grade. After I ran away in a haze of red Kryptonite, guilt-ridden over the aftermath of my decision to destroy the ship and bitter over Lex's latest marriage. Metropolis opened my eyes to a world of new experiences. While Clark was busy hiding from the pain he'd caused and the struggle of figuring out whether he still loved Lana the same way he always had or if Lex had slowly but surely replaced her atop that lonely pedestal, Kal was having the time of his life.
No rules, no chores, no curfew, and just legal enough. Oh yeah, Kal had no qualms about living it up in the big city. And now I've got a brain full of memories, memories of experiences I'd rather have explored with people I'd known for more than an hour. I mean, I'm still a…virgin…in all the ways that count the most, but there were plenty of firsts that got checked off the list during those months of self-imposed exile. But, I confirmed without a doubt that I am definitely, undeniably, bisexual.
I knew Lex had supplanted himself ahead of Lana in my romantic leanings when the sight of her with Jason didn't hurt the way seeing her with Whitney had. The love I felt for her had shifted. Lex is who I see now, when I close my eyes and let my hand wander beneath my boxers, smooth, pale skin and stormy eyes fill my head as I bite back my cries of pleasure. No matter how complicated and strained our friendship has become, he's the one I want. The one I need.
The sound of a sturdy raprap against the door shakes me from my tangled thoughts. Mom goes to answer it and the slow tightening in my jeans quickly threatens to cut off all circulation of blood flow as Lex steps through into the kitchen where we're all gathered. God, why do we have to celebrate my birthday in May? Why couldn't it have been in the dead of winter, when layers and thick, form-obscuring fabrics are a necessity?
He's wearing one of my favorite outfits of his. The sleeves of the lilac shirt strain around the deceptive muscles of his upper arms as he walks closer, his gray slacks a mix between casual and business, perfect creases shifting with each step. What skin there is that's bared to my sight is slightly reddened by the wind I knew he created on the drive over. Almost dying in an accident hasn't tempered his need for speed. I'm so lost in my ogling that it takes a nudge from Chloe to realize Lex has been speaking to me. Yeah, she definitely knows.
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˗ˏˋ nolan carusso-iannelli ⟶ introduction
nolan carusso-iannelli picked up their key from the front desk eight years ago. the thirty-two year old uses he/him pronouns and is a film director from new york city, america. according to their apartment application, people have told them they look a lot like logan lerman, and the character they identify with most is elsa from frozen ( jokes on you sam i did it ). santa moneda gives you a warm welcome, and we hope you enjoy your stay. ( s/star, 25, she/her, est, )
B A S I C S
˗ˏˋ full name ⟶ nolan benjamin carusso-iannelli ˗ˏˋ age ⟶ thirty-two ˗ˏˋ pronouns ⟶ he/him ˗ˏˋ place of birth ⟶ new york city, america ˗ˏˋ star sign ⟶ leo
I N T E R V I E W ( bio & backstory )
I: can you state your full name, age, and how long you’ve been living at santa moenda, for the record ?
N: while the camera is non-operational and the room empty, nolan sits slouched against the back of the chair, tapping a cigarette against his leg impatiently. but the moment the lens is opened and the interviewer sits down across from him, a metamorphosis occurs and he sits up, his smile and mannerism indicative of someone who’s been doing this for years. “ nolan carusso-iannelli. i’m thirty two, and i’ve lived at santa moenda for eight years now. “
I: let’s start at the beginning : where were you born ? what is your family like ?
N: personal interviews are the worst kind of interviews. he hates them. all these questions that he doesn’t want to answer, about his life and his family, when all he wants to do is talk about his work. his lips purse into a tight, forced smile. “ my parents are anthony and scilla caruso-iannelli ── you might recognize their names. a lot of people do. “ there’s a formality in the way he says it, as though these are people he’s never met and not his own parents, “ i had brothers, too. we all grew up in a fancy home in the upper-east side with hedges and a perfectly trimmed lawn, done by professionals. “ is that bitterness, nolan ? would say the headlines if this were a public interview and not just an internal questionnaire. he’s masking it well, he thinks, under layers of false enthusiasm, but there are no personal anecdotes about his childhood he feels vulnerable enough to share. “ i think if i were to try to explain each and every one of them to you, you end up going way over your interview time. i have nothing but nice things to say. next question ? “
I: what was your childhood like ?
N: oh. it’s worse than the first one. nolan searches for a quick but well-crafted answer that will continue to play up the facade that his mother has carefully curated for their family ── how they’re nothing but the standard of american celebrity perfection ── without him having to lie through his teeth. even though they’re no longer on speaking terms ( and haven’t been for months ), he’s still terrified of what the fallout would be for all of them if it was revealed scilla’s golden boy was no longer calling for family dinners. rumours have a habit of circulating through the press. “ i was really blessed to be given a lot of really incredible opportunities. my parents being who they are afforded me a lot of privileges, ones i used to help me get where i am. ” he speaks slowly. each word practically burns on his tongue. “ and i’m grateful for that. i can’t complain. “
I: what kind of kid were you ?
N: “ a busy one. auditions, events, red carpets, you know the drill. “ nolan doesn’t want to explain to this stranger that he’s never felt like he was a kid. from the moment he was born, his mother was carefully crafting the person that nolan was going to be and putting that person out on display in front of the cameras. he was shuffled from place to place, closer to her sparkling chanel handbag than an actual child. he’s been behaving like a grown up since he learned to talk. he’s pretty sure he raised his brothers, keeping an eye on drew, matty, the others, trying to convince them that they need to clean their shoes and sit up straight so that way they don’t have to deal with mom’s wrath… ── until he left anyway. nolan tries not to think about that. in fact, he tries not to think about his childhood at all, blocking it out like a bad dream, but all these questions are forcing a lot of it back up to the surface. he taps his fingers rhythmically against the arm of the chair. “ i didn’t have the most typical childhood ; i don’t know if i even knew what a grass stain was until i was about twenty. “ everything was so clinically white and perfect. how much he hates remembering. still, he laughs lightly. “ but there were good moments. there’s always good moments. “
I: the career that you picked: what made you decide to go in that direction ? how do you like it ?
N: nolan finally perks up. ah, yes, this is what he’s been waiting for. he loves talking about film. even if it was forced on him at a young age as an attempt to try and bond with his mostly-absent father, sitting behind a camera ( or an editing screen or his script-writing software ) is the one place nolan feels like he’s home. “ well, obviously, my dad has won a few oscars. “ it sounds like a brag, but that isn’t his intention. his enthusiasm is now genuine, his eyes lighting up with excitement. “ so i was introduced to the industry before i was even born. some kids, i guess, want to get as far away from what their parents do as possible, but i was the opposite. i was that kid that would watch every single bonus feature on a dvd when i bought it and then also went online and read the whole script as the director wrote it. i was really drawn to how movies are made, and what the people making them were trying to say with them. couple that with the fact that i was always a storyteller, and you have a perfect recipe for someone who makes good movies. i didn’t really care, y’know, if people watched them or if they were popular… ── “ it’s a lie, kind of. he cared because his mother cared, and because she needed him to be successful, he needed to be successful. he’s been enjoying his craft a lot more since he shook her off. “ i just wanted to make something that maybe others would see and identify with. “
I: what was the most defining moment in your life ? how has it impacted you personally ?
N: nolan finds it difficult to hide his reaction to this question, sucking his teeth. if they don’t know about his rocky relationship with his family, then they don’t know about the moment he decided to leave home. he can’t tell them that the pressure built up so much on his shoulders he was certain that if he added any more, his whole body would cave in underneath him. how his first movie was a success and yet it still wasn’t good enough ── he still couldn’t live up to the impossible expectations that had been set for him. he was pushing him to the brink of insanity with how hard he was trying, and so one day he just stopped ; no longer willing to bend himself in half because he knew he was going to break, and that would have been ugly for all of them. he wants to look in the camera and tell them about the day that he looked scilla caruso-iannelli in the face and told her this time she wasn’t going to get her way, and if she wanted to continue to flaunt her sons’ collective success in the face of all her friends then she would let him go and leave him alone. he wants to acknowledge the guilt that has built up over time when he thinks about his younger brothers, who were definitely too young at the time to understand why he was going ( or maybe they weren’t ? he always thought they were smarter than their parents gave them credit for. ) instead, he smiles earnestly, “ you never forget what it’s like on the set of your first movie. “ he says sweetly, “ you make a second family there, and it sticks with you forever, both as an artist and as a person. “
I: why did you come to santa moenda ? how do you like it ?
N: he doesn’t know how to expain that santa moenda was an escape without explaining that he wanted to go somewhere so different to his childhood in manhattan that he wouldn’t have to think about the screaming matches that took place there. it’s a small, one-bedroom apartment overlooking the sea instead of an empty house with more rooms than the people inside of it could ever use ; it’s a tight-knit community of neighbours instead of a lonely home on the hill where he’s only allowed to interact with the friends his parents deemed acceptable for their image. when he’s locked up for hours, barely sleeping while he stares bleary-eyed at his dim computer screen, it’s the sound of the waves and the chimes that he wants to hear instead of his mother’s shrill, demanding voice. nolan has been a lot of places and he’s certain he wouldn’t leave valpo for anywhere else ── but he doesn’t know his brothers are here yet. “ it’s a great source of inspiration. “ he settles, nodding along with his words, thoughtfully. “ anywhere you go in this city you can find some kind of story waiting to be told. now, if you’ll excuse me, “ he abruptly stands, brushing off his pants and gathering up his things. “ i have somewhere to be. “
M I S C H E A D C A N O N S
drew & matty's older brother!!!!!!! the eldest child of their family he was the golden boy until he very decidedly wasn't and now things are weird for him. oops.
film nerd through and through. he is pretentious as hell because he was raised to be pretentious as hell. his movies are closer definitely those kind of oscar-bait independent-style films like aftersun, and i think he had 1 directoral debut and then one other movie that he's put out. he's working on a script for a third right now, but has some serious writer's block and hasn't been able to figure out why.
a nightowl and not really a people person. even though he knows how to be a people person, he gets really easily exhausted being around people because of the fact that he feels like he always needs to be turned on and charming them... he can't let his guard down because he's been trained to believe there will be consequences for that. instead he just tries to avoid people if he can help it.
P E R F E C T I O N I S T.
cat !! person !! has at least 2 cats that keep him company cause god knows his apartment would be empty if not for them and at least theirs something to force him to get up from his desk when he's been sat there cramped for 10 hours straight.
i'm sure i'll have more eventually but this is what i'm putting out here for now !! i know this one is a bit weirder and different to rohan and elijah but i realized if i wanted to keep the format the same i would have to do a lot more introspection because of the fact that nolan is the most likely to lie about his past... if you wanna check out his pinterest it's HERE and if you wanna plot with me you know where to find me xoxo gossip girl.
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CHARLATTEO MODERN AU WITH C H I L D R E N
a/n: you ask and i write! there isn't too much charlatteo in this one but there is children! divider credit to @cafekitsune.
warnings: none, i think!
word count: 845
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✦ 𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚎 ✦
“Ty?” I shout. My voice rings through the white hallway as I look for my brother. My mom had asked him to walk me and my sister, Lavinia, to our friend’s house.
Because apparently fourteen-year-old girls can’t walk themselves twenty minutes away without being abducted or something.
“Ty!” I’m nearly screaming by the time I round the corner to the entryway.
My dad’s in the room to the right – the kitchen – and he gives me a weird look.
“Do you know where Ty is, Dad?” I ask him.
He adjusts the bandanna keeping his black hair from falling into his eyes as he says, “Not really. Have you tried texting him?”
“I… didn’t think of that.”
I take out my phone – nearly dropping it in the process and earning an eye roll from Dad – and open the Messages app. I click on the picture of my brother, looking like ever the idiot, and quickly tap away at the keyboard.
“I’m gonna keep looking for him,” I tell my dad. He nods and leans against the counter.
“Bye, Lulu!” he calls.
I flick my long black hair out of my face and turn back around, heading to the stairs.
Lav’s in her room, supposedly getting ready but probably reading an ebook or something. Maybe she knows where Tymir is.
I run up the stairs, and my mom’s klutz side shines through as I nearly die while tripping.
Thankfully, I don’t have to risk my life for much longer – Lav’s room is closest to the stairs.
I knock twice and step into her room.
The pale blue walls are decorated by string lights and posters from various shows and movies Lav likes, and the hardwood floor is covered by the fluffiest white carpet you’ve ever seen.
Lav lies on the bed, stomach down and legs kicked up behind her, scrolling on her phone.
“Lav,” I say.
My twin rolls over onto her back, shakes her shorter black hair out of her face, and says, incredibly monotonously, “What?”
“D’you know where Ty is?”
“I’ve been in here this entire time, Alouette,” Lav says with a sigh. “How could I possibly know where he is?”
I groan. My phone dings in my hand, and I glance at the screen, hoping for a text from my older brother. I frown when I read the message – it’s just a rain alert.
“Go ask Mom,” Lav suggests.
I nod and leave her room, shutting the door behind me. Walking down the quiet hallway, I look at the pictures on the walls. The one that always catches my eye is the class photo of me and Lav’s fourth grade.
Lav hated that year so much because of the bullies that would call the two of us cow-looking people just because we both have vitiligo. I just ignored them, but Lav took it WAY harder than I did.
I shake myself from the less-than-happy memories as I stop in front of the door to my parents’ office.
I knock on the door, and thankfully, my mom’s not in a meeting or anything, because she says, “Come in!”
“Hey, Mom,” I say as I walk into the office. “Do you know where Ty is?”
She rotates her seat to face me and her brown eyes are half-lidded. “Is he really not home? He’s supposed to walk you over in—” she glances at the clock on the wall— “five minutes!”
“I know. I thought you knew where he is.”
“Have you checked outside?”
I blink. “I’m learning one thing about myself today. That I’m an idiot.”
“Lulu, you’re not an idi-”
I cut my mom off with an eyebrow raise.
She laughs and I leave with a goodbye.
I run all the way to the backyard door, and once I’m in the soft grass, I yell, “Ty! Where are you?!”
“Over here!” I hear my brother shout from the left. I dash over to his voice and find myself staring at the upside down, blond, freckled face of my brother.
“Why are you in a tree?” I ask.
“Why aren’t you in a tree?” he retorts.
“You’re stuck, aren’t you?” I sigh.
A sheepish smile crosses his face.
My sigh turns into a groan.
“You moron.”
I glare at him once I realize I have to go back inside to get Dad.
As I walk back inside, Ty calls to me, “Go faster! I don’t want Mom to yell at me!”
I shout back, “You deserve it!” with a grin.
Back in the kitchen, I tell my dad what had happened. He looks about as exasperated as I feel while we walk back. My dad goes outside while I instead head upstairs to get my sister and my bag.
Lav and I race to the backyard – I won, of course – to see Ty dusting himself off and Dad heading back inside.
He ruffles Lav’s hair and says, “Have fun, girls!”
“Alright, Ty,” Lav says. She glares at our brother. “Are you gonna walk us over now or make us even more late than we already are?”
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RTC HEADCANSONS OMGG
n e ways rtc is consuming my left brain as korn and homestuck overtake the right!!! headcanons timeee
Ocean:
i believe in scruffy ocean, she def has a hooked nose, freckles and slightly messy hair despite how well she tries to keep it neat. sje also has braces..
shes a QUEER!! probs unsure of jer gender but too ashamed to try and figure it out, (ocean x constance real)
she hates blueberries, i can't explain why she just does
shes 5'7!!!!!!!! tall!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!1
she plays the violin and many other string instrument
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Constance!!
she made rhe whole choir bracelets, despite how msnytimes mischa breaks jis on accident sje always makes him a new one.
one side of her jair fades into purple dye and the other blue, her glasses r FAKE!!!!
also her and Noel r besties and she absolutely adores hearing about Monique when she gets rhe chance
lesbian.
she really reallt really really really really likes Clairo and Car Seat headrest.. a lottttt
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JANE THE SWEETHEART (or Penny) ((or Savannah))
in the attic room thingy, as jane, she had detached puppet strings on her elbows, knees and neck
agender, pansexual Jane real
her and Ricky r in love cuz i absolutely adore spacedolls theyre so cute im gonja sob i oove them smm :3
(i exist in fhe au where rhey all get brought back to life) Jane learned how to bake bc of constance and shes not bad at it. also after she got brouhjt back she kept the name Jane and Savannah
Mischas like a big brother to her def!!
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Noel (aka me)
he loves strawberries soooooo much but hates cherries, theyre rhe only red fruit he wont eat.
sometimes he'll "preform" as Monique for Constance. he also talks about his fantasies wirh Ricky like 'my oc aants to be friends with your oc!!!!' type shit and now there's a Monique zolar catwoman-man
hes genderfluid and gay, doesnt care what pronouns ppl call him
guys pls Noel wouldn't like Will Wood or any music like that.. maybe 70s music like Abba and sometimes 80s but he listens to French music c'mon yall
whejever mischa switches 2 Ukrainian, Noel switches to French and they both steadily pick up on words in the languages from eachothe r
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Mischaaaaa
HE IS NOT MUSCULAR PLEADE🙁🙁🙁 HES NOT SKINNY EITHER HES LIKE IN BETWEEN IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN
he listens to Lana Del Rey occasionally bc shes the only English speaking artist Talia likes. also after they all got brought back yo life (let me dream.) he finally saved up and brougjt Talia to Canada
cries slightly everytime he breaks one of constances bracelets, he feels bad everytime but constance doesjt mind at all. mischa is the #1 every choir member defender (even ocean but he doesnt show it)
BISEXUALITY🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
reads rickys stories about his silly off brand David Bowie (the silly space age bachelor man) ((thjs one is inspired by another post i saw I don't remember the og creator im sorryty))
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last but not least Ricky!! (also me fr)
he/they pronouns usually but slso uses a lotttt of space related neo prns
him and Constance take care of the cats the choir own
HE ADORESSSS 60S-80S POP MUSIC AND JUST DJFJEJFJ AHHHHH🙁🙁 jes rhe average ziggy stardust enjoyer
hardly cries.. like at all, also he lightly tapped Ocean with his crutches(?) once and she freaked out (idk what the things je usss r called im sorry)
for some strange reason hes very medically talented??? like for no reason at all. and his fave Homestuck character is Eridan and Nepeta
#ride the cyclone#mischa bachinski#noel gruber#ricky potts#jane doe ride the cyclone#constance blackwood#ocean o'connell rosenberg#headcanons#im sorry#i'm right btw
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Can you tell us more about Lily and the never ending mirror please 🥺
OH HOHO You asked for this! (YES I GET TO INFO DUMP PLEASE ASK ME ABOUT MY OTHER STORIES I HAVE SO MANY OR OTHER QUESTIONS YOU HAVE ABOUT THIS I LOVE TALKING) Without further a due I'm gonna start with the characters!
Lily: Our main girl, we love her. She's 14. A little sassy and very loyal, she windes up in the neverending mirror at the start of the story when on a trip at a fall fair with her family. She is VERY confused and worried right now.
Charles: Anxiety 💯 He's 15. He's been in this place for about two years now. Insecure but VERY protective, caring, and a great big brother to Mary, Speaking of-
Mary: E N E R G Y. She's 11. She's been here for a little less than by like two months. Energetic, hyper active, optimistic, and outgoing, she's voted most likely to yell "echo" in a cave even when she needs to be stealthy. Cares a lot about her friends and family (Well, whatever family she can still visit while in here. Which is just Charles.) and is not going to let them think badly about themselves if she can help it.
Thomas "Archive": Won't tell you his name unless he trusts you, he's worried about Lily "Working for the government" whenever he first meets her, whatever that means. He's 17. Been here for five years. Book lover. Actually has a corkboard with red string connecting pictures. Mostly just Friends with Mary (Kind of unintentional on his part) at the beginning but will later becomes closer to the other characters.
Mabel: Angry and lonely. Her body and mind is twelve at least. She's been here for a while at least. Reason why everyone is here. (If you want more I may do a post specifically about her and the next person)
???: That's weird, I forgot what I was saying! What Character? >:)
(She doesn't have a name yet, oop.) (this is an edit in the future her name is Carol now):A very caring and sweet lady, acts as a mother figure and helps people when- well, I'll get into that later. Most likely to call you sweetheart or honey. She's in her 30's.
(He ALSO doesn't have a name yet): In his late 20's. Kind of rude and grumpy because of this whole situation.
(There are like 20 more people there but I don't have ideas for them lol)
ACTUAL PLOT TIME!
So, The neverending mirror! As the name implies you get pushed by a mysterious hand coming out of a book fall through a mirror to end up there. If you were to walk all the way to the end of this pocket dimension you'd just end up on the other side. This place changes it's inhabitants the longer they're stuck there for, painfully. (Woooo angst and hurt/comfort)
Charles has a black smokey-ness (I don't know how else to describe it)covering half his face and his arm but he doesn't want to worry anyone and doesn't want to acknowledge it's getting worse because he already hates this he can teleport and make portals which is very useful for helping people get around in this place.
Mary has REALLY REALLY good hearing and sharp teeth. Everything can be too loud which hurts sometimes and her teeth ache sometimes and it's hard to chew but it's fine because in Mary's mind she looks SICK and that's all that matters.
"Archive" just... doesn't have legs anymore. He misses them a lot He has this pink purple smoke around where they would be. (It would totally suck if had phantom pain from not having legs anymore ha ha ha) But, on the bright side he can float and make other things float! He never has to worry about getting something off the top shelf again!
Mabel has nothing wrong with her you can see, yet. (Make her angry or she just doesn't have the energy to keep it constantly up and well, that's a different story. She basically has horns made of crumbled up paper and a bookmark tail inspired by no one at all (*COUGH COUGH SCRIPTLESS COUGH COUGH*))
???...
Carol has "Galaxy" hair, eyes, and hands. She can also heal people and she comforts someone whenever a "change" happens, she can't stop it from happening but she can at least help the pain a little.
(He's not a important character in the slightest how could you tell? lol ) Just Snake/lizard features
Lily is fine (physically at least) at the beginning of the story and is scared of it happening to her. She's hoping to find some way out of here before that happens. (Spoiler, she fails at that. Get a third eye, idiot.)
The story is mainly about Lily, Charles, Mary (And Archive but slightly less so) trying to get to the bottom of this place and maybe, just maybe, finally getting out.
(It's also about the tragedy of two siblings from Britain in the past and the pain of no one ever remembering you or being able to truly love you and getting older but never growing up, but that's a post for another day.)
#OKAY THAT WAS A LOT#WOOO#Tags time#OCS#a rare original post#Asks#OC#original character#Original characters#original story#Neverending mirror#My OCS#wall of text#Kinda#I don't know if anyone will care about this but I hope someone enjoys this
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