#creekwood

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Series info:

Book 1 of Creekwood

Book 2: Leah on the Offbeat

Book 3: Love, Creekwood

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Masterlist!

(Works are listed most recent first)

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/notsomagicath

Warrior Nun 

coda

Avatrice - Rating: E - Word Count: 100k - Multi-Chapter (18/18) - Ballerina x Lighting Designer AU for the Avatrice Big Bang in collaboration with @adlerdoodles!

once again

Avatrice - Rating: T - Word Count: 18k - Multi-Chapter (5/5) - My take on Switzerland (canon compliant) + what comes after

you think i’m such a good thing (you have no idea)

Avatrice - Rating: T - Word Count: 14k - One Shot - Band AU (based heavily on the band MUNA)

Arcane 

jane doe 

CaitVi - Rating: M - Word Count: 30k - Multi-Chapter (16/16) - Witness Protection AU

i’m only a fool for you (and maybe you’re too good for me) 

CaitVi - Rating: M - Word Count: 5k - Multi-Chapter (3/3) - Continuation of S1E9 (The Monster You Created)

IT

Buzzfeed Unsolved Supernatural Season 7, Episode 5, The Harrowing Case of It and the Derry Disappearances 

Reddie - Rating: T - Word Count: 3.5k - One Shot - Buzzfeed Unsolved AU, Transcript Format 

Under The Same Stars 

Reddie - Rating: T - Word Count: 4k - One Shot - Fix it, Pre and Post-Canon stargazing

Marvel

Leave Me To Dream

Stucky - Rating: T - Word Count: 5k - One Shot - Bucky struggles with sleep and healing

Ambidextrous 

Stucky - Rating: M - Word Count: 10k - Multi-Chapter (3/3) - Soulmate AU (writing on one soulmate’s skin appears on the other) 

Red White and Royal Blue 

Fire on Fire 

FirstPrince - Rating: T - Word Count: 2.5k - One Shot - Firefighter/Paramedic AU 

All For The Game 

When It All Feels So Big 

Andriel - Rating: T - Word Count: 4k - One Shot - Happy Childhood Kid AU, No Romance 

Tell Me To Hold On 

Andriel - Rating: T - Word Count: 15k - Multi-Chapter (12/12) - Neil meets Andrew earlier under a different alias 

Voicemails to the Dead 

Jerejean - Rating: T - Word Count: 6k - One Shot - Jean’s healing journey is documented in a series of voicemails left on Riko Moriyama’s phone 

Game of Thrones 

Crooked Halos 

Gendrya - Rating: T - Word Count: 6k - One Shot - Modern Setting, Supernatural/Angels AU

Carry On (Rainbow Rowell) 

How Many Simons in the Universe

SnowBaz - Rating: T - Word Count: 15k - Multi-Chapter (13/13) - In-Universe SKAM AU

Simonverse/Creekwood (Becky Albertalli) 

Morning Bells Are Ringing 

Spierfeld - Rating: G - Word Count: 1k - One Shot - Simon (ironically) sings Frere Jacques to get their daughter to sleep 

Marauders 

And I Won’t Run Away 

Wolfstar - Rating: T - Word Count: 6k - Multi-Chapter (4/4) - Lie Low at Lupin’s 

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I used to think boners literally pointed in the direction of the person you're attracted to, like a compass. That would be helpful. Mortifying as fuck, but at least it would clarify things.

Leah Burke (Becky Albertalli)

Leah on the Offbeat, Chapter 12

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Day 16: JOMPBPC: Favourite Genre

I love contemporaries! 💚

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When Women Were Dragons Summary:

Back in the 1940s women first started turning into dragons. A wonderful exploration on how women are repressed, exploited, manipulated and abused. Also they turn into dragons and also they always were dragons.

Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Summary:

Straight people should have to come out too. And the more awkward it is, the better. Simon Spier is sixteen and trying to work out who he is - and what he's looking for. But when one of his emails to the very distracting Blue falls into the wrong hands, things get all kinds of complicated. Because, for Simon, falling for Blue is a big deal ... It's a holy freaking huge awesome deal.

[oopsbooks]

De verdad que hecho de menos habitar en tu universo.

Con amor, Creekwood (Becky Albertalli)

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Book Review – ‘Love, Creekwood’ (#3.5 Simonverse) by Becky Albertalli

A glimpse into the future of Simon and his pals… Genre: Y/A, Contemporary, Romance, LGBT No. of pages: 128 It’s been more than a year since Simon and Blue turned their anonymous online flirtation into an IRL relationship, and just a few months since Abby and Leah’s unforgettable night at senior prom. Now the Creekwood High crew are first years at different colleges, navigating friendship and…

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Providence Homes in Indiana: Discover Creekwood Crossing for Quality Living

Providence Homes in Indiana brings quality, style, and community-focused living to Creekwood Crossing. Located in a desirable area, Creekwood Crossing offers thoughtfully designed homes that combine modern amenities with timeless craftsmanship. As one of Indiana’s leading home developers, Providence Real Estate Development is dedicated to providing spaces that reflect quality and comfort, making it easier than ever to find a place you’ll love to call home.

Why Choose Providence Homes at Creekwood Crossing in Indiana?

Thoughtfully Designed Homes Each home at Creekwood Crossing is crafted with attention to detail and high standards of quality. From spacious layouts to high-end finishes, Providence Homes in Indiana prioritize design and comfort for an unparalleled living experience.

Range of Customizable Options We understand that every family is unique, which is why we offer a range of floor plans and customization options. Whether you’re looking for a cozy starter home or a spacious family residence, Creekwood Crossing has options to fit your needs and lifestyle.

Ideal Location in Indiana Situated in an accessible and family-friendly area, Creekwood Crossing provides convenient access to top-rated schools, shopping, dining, and recreational amenities. Living at Creekwood Crossing means being part of a vibrant community while enjoying the peace of suburban life.

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A Community-Oriented Lifestyle Creekwood Crossing is more than just a place to live—it’s a community where neighbors connect, children play, and families grow. From common areas to nearby parks, the neighborhood is designed to foster a sense of community and provide residents with a welcoming, inclusive environment.

Explore Providence Homes in Indiana at Creekwood Crossing

Discover the perfect balance of quality, style, and convenience with Providence Homes in Indiana at Creekwood Crossing. We invite you to explore our range of home designs and experience the Providence difference. Contact us today to learn more about available homes, schedule a tour, or discuss how we can make your vision for your new home a reality in Creekwood Crossing.

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Liam Payne, Twitter / Love, Creekwood, Becky Albertalli

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Book Review: Leah on the Offbeat

Creekwood (Book 2) by Becky Albertalli

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When it comes to drumming, Leah Burke is usually right on the beat - but real life is a little harder to manage. She loves to draw but is too self-conscious to show it. And she hasn't mustered the courage to tell her friends she's bisexual, not even her openly gay BFF, Simon.

So Leah really doesn't know what to do when her rock-solid friend group starts to fracture. With prom and college on the horizon, tensions are running high and it's hard for Leah to strike the right note while the people she loves are fighting - especially when she realizes she might love one of them more than she ever intended...

ISBN: 9780241331057 (2018) | Source: Goodreads

Utterly Annoying

Other than Simon and Bram, I have nothing good to say about this book. I hated Leah Burke, I hated how reading this book was equivalent to reading about nothing really happening, I just really hated this book because Leah was an extremely infuriating character. The number of times I ended up being angry or irritated by Leah was surprising because I did not DNF this book.

I have never felt such annoyance with a fictional character as much as I did for Leah Burke. Firstly, I hated how unappreciative she was to her mother and when she assumed her mother was dating Wells because her mother was a gold digger? That's rich, coming from a woke teenager... Secondly, I hated how she treated Garrett. He was honestly such a sweetheart and she led him on. The worst thing was, she knew she was leading him on yet she still led him on. I absolutely dislike it when people play with other people's feelings like that. Thirdly, I hated how she projects her unhappiness to everybody and anybody like the damn world revolves around her. Apparently, to Leah, nobody is as righteous as her and as long as someone does not share her sentiments, those people are wrong. Like when Morgan said the wrong thing in a moment of anguish and rage? I agree what Morgan said was racist but the way Leah refused to see just how sorry Morgan was, I wished Anna had called Leah out way more than she did. Or when Abby repeatedly said she's confused but Leah was not having it because apparently nobody can be confused with their sexualities, right? My goodness, how does that girl retain friends?

I do not know why Albertalli wrote Leah the way she did but I genuinely hope Leah Burke was not based on someone real.

Rating: ★☆☆☆☆ (1.5/5)

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The Lost Footage of You | Part 1 (Tom Buckley/OC)

Pairing: Tom Buckley (Red Lights)/OC

Summary: Tom gets called to a review a very odd case involving a young woman and some unexplainable found footage. 

Warnings: Violence, very dark themes

i.

Tom hates dealing with cops and he’s certain they hate him just as much. They watch him with open disdain as he gets buzzed through the locked security check points that keep the patients at Creekwood Sanitarium in and the regulars of society out. 

A nurse with the look of someone exhausted down to their soul meets him once he’s completely through security. She holds out a laminated visitors pass and he barely gets the chance to grab it and fix it to his clothes before she’s marching away from him down the main entrance corridor. 

“You’ll get thirty minutes to talk to her, so make it count,” the woman utters boredly, her gait surprisingly fast given her overall disposition and it causes Tom to have to power walk in order to keep up with her.  

“Er— right,” Tom replies weakly, trying to get his thoughts in order, “Has she said anything since being admitted?”

The nurse shoots him a sharp eyed, pursed lip look, “No.” 

Tom mentally adds “Nurses” to his ever growing list of things and people he hates. 

This entire case is sort of an unconventional one for Tom. Usually he’s exposing supposed psychics and tarot readers as fraudulent— never has he been asked by law enforcement to work on a case. 

Two weeks ago, six people were found brutally murdered at what appeared to be some sort of séance. A seventh person was found unconscious at the scene, a one Y/F/N Y/L/N, and with her a camcorder and a purse full of tapes. Now, Tom hasn’t seen the tapes yet, (he’s still waiting for clearance from the county judge to be allowed to watch them) but he’s been told roughly what they consist of. Whatever is on those tapes has law enforcement quaking in their boots. 

Tom has been called in to not only determine the validity of the tapes, but to also see if the young woman involved has some sort of supernatural ability. The police certainly think that the tapes are supernatural in nature. 

For a psychiatric facility, the living quarters of the patients and the inmates are actually pretty nice compared to the standard. Y/N has her own room and it has a few furnishings like a desk and a cushioned chair near the barred window. She’s sitting in said chair, starring out into the gray gloom of the facility grounds and the forest beyond them. 

This is the first look that Tom is getting of her and while they told him she was young, he’s still surprised. She can’t be older than 25 and she’s shockingly beautiful too. He sort of freezes in place when their eyes meet for the first time. He feels all too like the skinny weird kid he used to be and being faced with the local hottie. 

“Remember Mr. Buckley, 30 minutes,” the nurse says, shocking Tom out of his trance as she leaves the two of them alone, locking the door behind herself. 

Tom clears his throat awkwardly and takes a seat on the edge of Y/N’s desk, realizing too late that it probably makes him look like a middle school teacher trying to seem down to earth. 

“Hello,” he says with a weak smile, “I’m Dr. Tom Buckley.” 

“You don’t look like a doctor,” Y/N replies with a voice so soft that Tom has to lean forward to hear her better. 

“Er— I’m not a medical doctor, actually I’m a physicist.” 

Trying to grasp onto what to say next, Tom pulls the desk chair out and brings it over to where she’s sitting, placing himself in front of her, “I’m sort of a specialist in my particular field.” 

The woman stares at him blankly and it prompts him to start info dumping, “I deal with uncovering frauds who claim to be psychic or to have supernatural abilities. Not to say that that’s what you are, but that’s why I’m here.” 

The woman nods, “The police think I killed all those people.” 

Tom winces, “Um, yeah, they do.” 

Sinking into her chair she regards him with those piercing eyes of hers, almost making him feel like he’s being dissected. 

“Sometimes things happen around me that don’t make sense,” she says after a while, cutting off Tom who was about to start asking questions if only to fill the silence, “I carry around a videocamera to document everything.” 

“Have you? Documented these weird happenings?”

Y/N fidgets, her eyes darting to look back out the window, “A friend of a friend of a friend heard about me and requested me to do this séance? Like with a ouija board and stuff? I didn’t really want to do it but he said he’d pay me for my time.”

She takes a deep breath here, seemingly struggling to say out loud what occurred, “I told them it was a bad idea. The weird things that happen around me? The energies don’t like being taunted and I told those people that but they didn’t listen to me.” 

Tom quickly pulls out a notebook and pen, ready to take notes, “Can you tell me a bit more about these ‘energies’? What do they do?” 

“I— I wouldn’t call them ghosts, that seems too simple to what they are. They just— they’re always there, following me around? They get mad if I ignore them too long or if I try to provoke them.” 

“What do they do if you ignore them?” He asks. 

Y/N bites her lip nervously, eyeing him like she’s trying to decide if he’s trustworthy or not. She must come to the conclusion that he is, because she turns around in her chair and lifts up the back of her shirt. 

Tom’s notebook and pen go clattering to the floor, his shock audible in the horrified gasp he lets out. Big ugly bruises and weeping claw marks mar her back, in locations and styles that she would not be able to do to herself. 

Tom thinks that this case is going to end up being more than he bargained for. 

ii.

Tom isn’t sure what to expect when he finally gets approval to view the video tapes. He’s left alone in an unused interrogation room with a small box TV and a larger-than-he-expected stack of tapes. None of them are labeled and the cop that escorted him to the room fucked off without saying anything. 

With a deep sigh, Tom grabs the first tape on the top and pushes it into the VCR. It starts off how all home made videos are want to do, with jumbled, unfocused images before they finally settle.

It’s Y/N filming herself through the reflection of a bathroom mirror. She’s breathing heavily and the camera is shaking with her unsteady hands. Gulping audibly, she starts talking, “It’s— uh— Tuesday, August the 5th. The noises are back.” 

She jumps when a loud thump echoes in the background. She swings the camera to face a closed door— either the door to the bathroom or a closet, Tom can’t tell. Everything is still and quiet before another bang visibly rattles the door in its frame. Like someone slammed their fist into it. 

Y/N drops the camera in fright, the visual becoming that of her feet and the bottom of the door. 

Tom is both captivated and horrified, this whole thing is playing out like a real life horror movie.

“Don’t do it, don’t open the door,” he mutters to himself, both literally and figuratively on the edge of his seat. He holds his breath when she cracks the door.

She stands there for a moment before reaching down and picking up the camera. The door is now open to show a tightly packed linen closet. There’s absolutely no where a person could hide in that. 

Tom turns off the TV. 

iii.

The next time Tom goes to visit her, it’s during the patients’ outside recreational time. She’s sat off by herself under the shade of a large tree and she’s ripping up fistfuls of grass boredly. Tom rubs his sweaty palms on his pants before taking a seat near her. 

“Hey,” he greets awkwardly, “How are you?”

She shrugs and he tries to figure out what to say next. 

“How long have weird things been happening to you?” He eventually lands on, his curiosity getting the better of him. 

“Since I was a kid, I guess? My mom kept making us move because she was convinced the houses we lived in were haunted.” 

The ‘but it’s actually me’ goes unsaid. Tom feels a lot of sympathy for her, he can’t imagine being terrorized by unseen forces for years. He doesn’t really know how to express that sentiment to her though without flat out saying her life is a fucking horror movie. 

Deciding to change trajectory of the conversation, he asks, “Can you tell me more about that night?”

“It was supposed to be a seance,” she tells him and then after a long pause adds, “I think.” 

He frowns, “You think?”

She brushes the loose grass off of her palms, “The set up was really weird. Everyone was in a circle and they made me sit in the middle.”

“You were in the middle?”

She nods, “I brought my camera, but they told me I wasn’t allowed to film. I lied about turning it off and left it recording inside my bag. I just felt weird about the whole thing.” 

Tom bites at his thumb as he thinks. He hasn’t made it to the video of that night yet and this conversation is creating more questions than answers. 

“What happened next?” He finally asks. 

“That’s the thing. I can’t remember.” 

iv

Tom doesn’t know how many more of the tapes he can watch. Each one is more horrifying than the last and if it were him, he would’ve taken a swan dive off a building out of sheer terror. 

For not the first time, he wishes Margaret was still alive to give him some guidance on what to do. Part of him feels relief that there’s another with strange abilities, but not at the suffering of this poor woman. 

He’s only halfway through the stack and he feels like this entire experience has aged him 10 years. With an exhausted sigh, he pops the next one into the VCR and hits play. 

The video starts off with a visual of the end of her bed before she turns the camera around to show her face. The lighting is poor, coming only from the faint glow of her bedside lamp. 

“It’s 2:38 am,” her voice is in a hushed whisper like she’s afraid of being overheard, “There’s something under my bed.” 

She peeks the camera over the edge of her bed to show her wooden floors. Nothing happens for a long moment before the camera jolts as the bed is shaken in its frame. She lets out a scream and buries herself under the covers like a child would, bringing the camera with her. The video goes on with a close up of her panicked face until eventually she falls asleep. 

Tom feels like he’s the only one who’s capable of protecting her. 

to be continued...

Part 2

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Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Summary:

Straight people should have to come out too. And the more awkward it is, the better. Simon Spier is sixteen and trying to work out who he is - and what he's looking for. But when one of his emails to the very distracting Blue falls into the wrong hands, things get all kinds of complicated. Because, for Simon, falling for Blue is a big deal ... It's a holy freaking huge awesome deal.

The Traitor Baru Cormorant Summary:

Lesbian autistic accountant infiltrates the evil Empire to take it down from the inside, commits atrocities bc the ends justify the means

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¿Tienes idea de la frecuencia con la que digo tu nombre en mi cabeza?

Con amor, Creekwood (Becky Albertalli)