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velvette-hussle · 1 year ago

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Ranking The Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss Songs (because I can)

Before I even start I’ll say right off the bat that HH has much stronger and rememberable/catchier songs than HB (at least to me).

Like, outside of House of Asmodeus (and Moxxie and Millie’s song that’s mixed into it), Cotton Candy, & Stolas’ song to Via in - I think - the Loo Loo Land episode I can’t even think about any of the other HB songs off the top of my head. And I only really remember Stolas’ song technically, but really I don’t remember the beat or the lyrics or anything, I just remember the visuals and that it was sung like a lullaby. Show wise I do like HB more than HH though.

I’ll say this too, I don’t like how a lot of HH’s songs lead in. The entrances just feel very fucking jarring to me sometimes.

ALSO, I’m only ranking series songs for now, anything released outside of the explicit show canons means nothing to me in this ranking. I’ll include Pilot songs though. Ha, never mind I ended up doing some of the out of show songs too.

TOP FIVE

Hell is Forever: Has a nice snappy entrance and it makes sense, loved it. I sing this one all the damn time and I know it word for word at this point I can’t even lie. Alex Brightman, enough said (though I do like him as Fizz more than as Adam).

House of Asmodeus: Best HB song in my opinion, but it looses points because there’s not actually an end to the song. I sing this one frequently. Plus, there’s a snappy entrance.

I’ll count Moxie’s song to Millie as a part of this song as well, and while I wouldn’t rate it separately in my top five (it’d probably be right above More Than Anything) as a part of House of Asmodeus I like the contrast 👍🏾. This is just such a sweet song it makes me smile every time I hear it.

Respectless: Another song with a jarring and snappy entrance and I love it. Velvette’s character is showcased well here, and this is really the last we get of her characterization in season one. I love the argument aspect of this song and Velvette’s “Ugh” too, it’s just such an expressive sound of disgust. Lilli Cooper’s voice is just great. I sing this one (both parts) frequently too.

I’m Always Chasing Rainbows: This shit was too good, what the fuck? I get lost in this song it’s so lovely to listen to. It’s just so melodic and whimsical and beautiful.🩷

Stayed Gone: I enjoy Vox’s part the most (mainly from a character standpoint) but Alastor caps the shit off wonderfully and brings a sense of menace that I just don’t tend to feel from his character throughout a lot of the show (outside of when he made Husk cower on the floor of course). Alastor’s laugh at the end is also my favorite of his and his most chilling to me. I sing this one relatively frequently compared to the ones below it but still a good bit less than the others above it.

SIX-FORTY FIVE(?)

You Didn’t Know: Especially love Lute’s first part that leads into her and Adam singing together (ie: “Did you forget that Hell is forever?”) because Jessica Vosk ate that, and Emily and Charlie’s lil duet together. The way the song drops off after Vaggie’s revealed to be a former Exorcist also reminds me of the musical cue in POTO when Christine rips Erik’s mask off during Don Juan Triumphant which I also enjoy. I sing this bitch (all parts) all the fucking time. I listen to this one more than I do Stayed Gone, but both songs are fairly even to me ranking wise.

Poison: I like the song from a technical standpoint but I don’t revisit it, I don’t even really think about revisiting it all that much actually. We all know this song does a good job of conveying story no matter how you personally feel about it so I don’t have much to say. Though I will say that I like how this song sounds far more than I like how Addict sounds. Honestly if it wasn’t for the subject matter this song would be right below Crooked, I can’t even lie; like, forget the lyrics and visuals for a second, I just don’t like the music very much.

Finale: The Vees’ part is specifically why this song is placed where it is, and the animation that accompanies the song as a whole as well. Outside of that though while I think Lucifer’s part where he’s holding his hand out for Charlie is sweet and Alastor’s solo part is interesting, musically it’s just not doing very much for me so….yeah. I actually like this song a bit more than Poison, but Poison’s thematic relevance is just greater. Overall the song’s a nice callback and cute enough. Also, if all the Vees had gotten to sing I would’ve ranked this higher.

"Crashin' a Muthaf***n' Wedding" by “Until Further Notice” - Wrath’s #1 “Fuck You Up” Hits: I think this song is better than it has any right to fucking be, but I love it. It just sounds good and fits the atmosphere of Millie’s fight scene so well. Would un-ironically put into a playlist.

The Ballad Of Striker: It’s fun, what else is a woman to say? I’m a sucker for wild west themes and how much Striker hates the song is also a bonus. The song also reminds me of the Old Yeller theme song (ie: “Best doggone dog in the west”). Idk.

I.M.P Commercial Jingle: Apparently I’m also a sucker for a quick little song, but whatever.

Loser, Baby: Roughly the same as my reasoning for Poison, just that this song hits hard with the mixed messaging and just isn’t as poignant at Poison is. I enjoy what the song is trying to say more than what the song seems like it’s saying when you actually listen to or read the lyrics, but it’s also just a fun song to sing along to (I do revisit it more than Poison though). Plus Keith David; what else is there to say after that?

More Than Anything: One of those I felt didn’t lead in smoothly so it felt awkward at the start. The song itself is sweet though and sounds great as it keeps going. Jeremy Jordan is always a pleasure to hear also.

Inside Of Every Demon is a Rainbow: Is fun. Definitely gives Phineas and Ferb vibes to me. I like it. This and Happy Day In Hell are actually mostly at even ranks to me.

Happy Day In Hell: The song’s cute but I hardly think about it, let alone give it multiple listens. The comedic “please tell me she’s not singing again” type part at the beginning was funny too, now that I’m listening to it again. Erika Henningsen (I believe) is singing though don’t get me wrong and I love the change from minutes 1:47 to 2:16.

Oh Millie: I think this one’s just adorable and I love Mox and Mill so *shrugs*. No but seriously even though the pilot isn’t canon anymore this song still captured their relationship nicely.

Till The Day We Die: I like how Moxxie and Millie’s voices mix here, they both sound great, but I don’t love the lyrics or the delivery on some words.

Crooked: I don’t like how some of the lines are sung (I do like most of the song though) but the song itself is far too precious for me to put it any lower than this. Ozzie and Fizz are just too sweet.

Klown Bitch: Sounds like an actual pop song you’d hear on the radio, catchy, and fun so it gets hella points.

Cotton Candy: It’s a fun song to listen back to even if I don’t take much from it otherwise. I think it showcases Beelzebub being the manifestation of Gluttony in a creative way with her being an attentive party host who keeps reminding/encouraging her guests to indulge and drink and eat more and more and to keep having fun.

More Than Anything (Reprise): The song sounds beautiful but I feel like Charlie and Vaggie (the main pairing/ship) deserved a love song that wasn’t just a reprise of the song Charlie sang with her father, and just a longer song in general. I digress though, the song is fine.

Ready For This: I like a good march, but other than that I don’t have very strong feelings about this song. I technically like how supportive Alastor is here, but him actually giving a shit about Charlie is something that feels so forced to me that it doesn’t enhance the song for me that much. Also, I know it’s just the genre of music being the same but this song really reminds me of Star Spangled Man With A Plan from Captain America: The First Avenger.

Out For Love: I’ll say this, it is catchy. I just don’t care about it very much.

Inside Of Every Demon is a Lost Cause: I don’t dislike this song but I like so many other songs more so it kind of gets tossed to the side. I like the execution and delivery though.

You Got The Power: Some of y’all already know what this song will remind me of (The Touch by Stan Bush from Transformers the movie), but either way it’s pretty good.

Monster’s Ball: I’ll be honest I hadn’t even listened to this song until I started making this list, but it’s nice.

Loo Loo Land: I’m so sorry, this song is just so funny to me. Plus Alex Brightman.

Addict: Um….I disliked this way more than I expected to. It’s the music style. Characterization wise I like it I guess, though it doesn’t all translate over to the Amazon series (mostly with Cherri).

Whatever it Takes: I like this song in theory. This song just…starts though, no prep, which I didn’t like, and while the voices involved sound wonderful and the story the song is presenting is useful the song itself is pretty ‘meh’ and doesn’t flow pleasantly to me. I’m sorry. I do like the message though and the “I’ll be your keeper/ I’ll be your armor” lines that Vaggie and Carmine sung back to back were good as hell.

It Starts With Sorry: The song doesn’t do anything for me outside of how it moves the storyline along. Sir Pentious is an absolute drama queen and I love him for that though.

Regular Joe: This is Millie’s first solo song so I hate to put it this low but I just don’t feel very strongly about it. The singing is lovely though.

Look At This: It’s a fun song so I won’t put it too low, but it’s not very catchy and I don’t listen to it more than I have to.

Vacay to Bonetown: Actually a surprisingly nice and chill song considering the subject matter. Pleasant on the ear musically.

2 Minutes Notice: The story is fine but the song just doesn’t do anything for me. However, I do like the triumphant horns that play at the end, so there’s that.

Welcome To Heaven: Shit. Just about forgot about this one entirely. I think that says enough, yeah? It’s fine, I simply just don’t care about it. Everyone sounds good though and Sera singing “I’m sorry you can’t stay” was beautiful and in the context of her character a very sweetly sinister and backhanded thing for her to say that really fits.

Juggling Iz Cool: It’s got some nice rhymes. Fun.

Hell’s Greatest Dad: It’s okay, I think the story it’s supposed to be conveying is stupid though (and just not well set up). When I first watched it I thought Alastor was posturing and pretending to be “like a father” and feeling paternal towards Charlie because he has a superiority complex and wanted to “best” Lucifer or something, and it took until other people mentioned it for me to realize that Alastor’s feelings were actually supposed to be sincere, leading up to this song that is not apparent though, so yeah.

“Gilded Jail” (Stolas’ Song | s2ep1): It’s fine. I like it a little more than You Will Be Okay.

You Will Be Okay (Stolas’ song to Via): Similar vibes to More Than Anything because Medrano loves father daughter pairings. It’s cute but I’m not attached to it and I certainly hadn’t listened to it a second time since watching the episode until I was making this list.

“Teacher Song”: It’s got a nice lil rhyming scheme but that’s pretty much it.

Moxxie’s Bad Trip song: Thoroughly enjoy the Phantom of the Opera-esq visuals and musical nods but that’s largely it. Everything else about the song is just okay. Also the cussing and sex jokes are so excessive it takes away from the song and makes it far less enjoyable (for me at least). Honestly the song just makes me cringe so hard. The story’s nice though.

Just Look My Way: I guess the story it’s telling is nice, but I don’t really feel any type of way about it in any direction. Pretty basic, but it is filled with plenty of yearning.

C.H.E.R.U.B Jingle: It’s fine.

Sweet Victory: Also fine, and just as fast as the Cherub Jingle just less catchy. Striker sounds alright. This song does showcase how much off an asshole he is well.

Everybody Look At Me: It’s annoying (and it’s supposed to be) but I still don’t like it.

Chaz Time: I really dislike this song so...

All in all, I’m glad there’s been so many songs written that I can make such a long list ranking them like this. So thanks to everyone who made the music for both shows even if I didn’t like all of it.

#hazbin hotel #helluva boss #musical review #hazbin hotel soundtrack #helluva boss songs #hazbin hotel thoughts #helluva boss thoughts #helluva boss criticism #hazbin hotel criticism #helluva boss music #hazbin hotel music #me•#i speak bitches *mwah*

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safetycar-restart · 1 year ago

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Oooh ds au motogp, you mentioned thirst trap slutty chaos demon Jorge? Please do tell me more, im very intrigued. 👀

So Fabio being a good boy and Marc deliberatly getting a spanking by posting thirst traps were just so delicious. Fabulousness.

But what punishment does Marc recieve for the soft porn half naked workout videos? Or did he gave permission for those ones? Or was that when he felt very neglected and passive aggresivly shot those without a collar and posted?

On the other end of the insta spectrum how much does dom coo over marc and his brother's dog, fabio and various dogs, jorge and his (?) dog, enea and his dog, bezz and his dog (was it any other moto boy you liked for this?). Like the adorableness.

Also Fabio in various soft sweaters, so coo worthy, need to cuddle and pet his hair.

And then we have Marc in various post surgery and injury recovery pics. Is that something his dom takes as a sign that Marc needs all the soft but structured scenes. Needs to just float and let someone else be in the drivers seat for a little while and be loved and cared for?

Cheers 🏍 anon

There are only three things guarantees in the universe: death, taxes and 🏍️ anon dropping killer MotoGP asks. I fucking love this. I really want to write more for MotoGP cause they’re actually truly my favourite lads.

So I’m gonna discuss this by separating each concept, because I think that makes the most sense? As always, let me know if you want to hear more about anything/if anything inspires you/if you want to see more MotoGP!

D/S AU THIRST TRAPS:

So firstly, as I said Jorge is indeed a chaos demon with this, and I say demon because he doesn’t just post his own thirst traps, no no he must drag you into hell with him. He’s not getting into heaven and neither are you.

If you go to the gym with him, sweaty workout selfies of both of you WILL be posted. He must show off both his insane body and also his insanely hot dominant. And he’ll do the most suggestive poses over, he once posted a picture of him shirtless leaning against you, literally licking your neck he’s an absolute menace.

You have to curate the pictures he does and does not post or else he will post straight up porn on his Instagram stories, and he’s perfectly happy with you choosing what he can post as long as he’s still allowed to post soft core porn and pictures with you.

As for Marc’s punishments….

So I think the half naked workout videos actually are taken with permission, mostly because they actually have to be edited? It takes work before those can be posted, unlike just taking his shirt off and posting a picture.

In fact I think him doing them without a collar would probably somehow be a requirement? Like a sponsor doesn’t want him to wear it. And Marc, as much as he loves to push your buttons, would NEVER take his collar off because that’s his everything. So he was very unhappy filming those videos and had to take multiple breaks to get reassurance from you.

However, he does get punished for just randomly posting half naked pictures without permission and that is always done when he’s feeling bratty and wants attention. He gets his attention for them, which is a very good spanking followed by a cockcage but that’s exactly what he wanted.

CUTENESS:

(I adore all of this babble)

So firstly, all of the subs take introducing you to their dogs VERY seriously. Especially Marc and Bez. It was an entire event with Bez. You literally had to come to his house just to meet his dog. As for Marc, he conveniently forgets the dogs are actually Alex’s and just treats them like his own and it’s also very important that you like them and get along with them.

For Bez especially though, because whenever he has the time he’s always with his dog and he doesn’t want to have to split his time between his Dom and his dog. And he absolutely adores spending time just the three of you. In fact maybe you start calling bez’s dog in for aftercare? You get Bez all cleaned up and fed and whatnot and then it’s just time for cuddles and waiting for him to recover so you call his dog in and then Bez can have dog cuddles!! It’s the absolute best. Just a happy, sleepy fucked out Bez cuddling his dog.

Oh god and Fabio with all his sweaters!! I actually recently spoke about this on discord server and I’m gonna repeat it here: Fabio LOVES being his Dom’s babygirl. He loves to be cared for and loved on and looked after and treated like he’s too pretty to do anything for himself. He’ll put on some comfy oversized sweater and his cute little glasses and fuzzy socks and come snuggle right under his Dom’s arm, refusing to do anything for himself because he’s simply too cute and too sweet you must do it all for him.

And Marc! Poor Marc. Honestly by this point I think you’d have a whole aftercare protocol in place for post surgery care with him just because of the sheer number of surgeries he’s had to undergo. I think the first few days after surgery are always the toughest for Marc, because that’s when he can do the least and when he literally just needs to rest it. Once he starts being able to start the rehab process, then he’s okay because he’s got a game plan and things to do. But the initial week or so of having to do literally nothing kills him.

That’s the time where he spends most of it just floating in subspace for you. It’s so much better for him when you just take him down. Because then he can’t feel bad about not doing anything or push himself too hard or get stuck in his own head because he’s too busy being your good boy.

Marc also insists he heals much better like that, but most likely that’s just because you’re there to take very good care of him. So yeah, plenty of very relaxed non-sexual but structured scenes that allow Marc to just float in subspace and recover.

#d/s au #sub!Marc #sub!fabio #sub!marco #man #fq #mm #nsfw.#gn!reader #🏍️

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cconfusedkat · 7 months ago

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i think it's funny how the people who read my fic and my oc decide who gets to be main and side

alex and Gideon were throw aways

gideon was in the most chapters of alive since the faithful out of all the ocs

Alex is in the most fanfictions

out of every character

that includes bishops and the lamb

and Florian is (original) in one chapter in alive is the faithful, I planned to give her a mini fic with shamura called 'wife of war' but she never quite stood out enough for me

and Agnes (I keep forgetting her name isn't faith) is in 2 chapters

WIFE OF WAR :-OOO

Agnes agnes 🙏

DHSNFHSFNSN me personally i think gideon is far by the silliest and can be a little menace ,,,, alex is also rlly rlly silly ,,,, florian sounds cool :-DD

#sydneys asks

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cass-cc · 2 years ago

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"Oh, I don't like the gross ones," Alexander J Newall says before casually subjecting Helen, Alasdair, and all of chat to the concept of a Shite-ner.

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[ID: a clip from Rusty_Quill's "The Magnus Archives 2 Kickstarter Pre-Launch!" Twitch Livestream. On screen are Alexander J Newall, Helen Gould, and Alasdair Stuart.

Helen: I've got a gross one. It's from Teresa-

Alex: Oh, I don't like the gross ones, alright.

Helen: "How did Leitner use the bathroom all those years he was living in the tunnels? I don't need a Word of God answer since I like my headcanon, but how did you envision him dealing with that when you wrote him?"

Alex: Oh, dead easy!

Helen: ... Just shat everywhere?

Alex: Don't be gross!

Helen and Alasdair: [laughing]

Alex: Creepy book.

As he says this, an edited cover of "Everyone Poops" briefly appears on screen. It has the insignia that reads "From The Library of Jurgen Shite-ner".

Helen: What?

Alex: Creepy book!

Everyone Poops from the Library of Jurgen Shite-ner appears once again.

Helen: He's got a book of poo? [dissolves into laughter]

Alex: He's got a book, right? Uh, and this is- this is not canon, god, no, but he's got this book, right? And what's its Creepy Thing? Well it eats anything that's-

Alasdair: [holds up a handwritten sign that says "4 LEGAL PURPOSES"]

Helen, overlapping, distraught: No! Alex!

Alex: -put between it's pages-

Helen: Alex, no!

Alex: Job done! That'd work! Creepy book!

Once again the same book briefly appears.

Helen: No!!!

Alex: It's- it's- it's Leitner.

Alasdair: [puts away the sign]

Alex: The majority of his problems are solved with some form of creepy book!

The book flashes onscreen one last time.

Helen: No! [dissolves into laughter]

Alex: Jonny will never forgive me. Actually, chat, please don't tell Jonny I said that.

[Woe is Me, on the world's smallest violin, begins to play]

Alex: He will never forgive me.

Helen: Ohhhh...

Alex: That i- that is unacceptable digression.

Helen: Oh, no...

A screenshot of Jonny's Tumblr post (username jonnywaistcoat) from October 30th, which was posted approximately 1 hour and 49 minutes after these words were said, fades into view. It reads:

"It is with a heavy heart that I must announce that the Magnus fandom is full of fuckin snitches

#lotta you messaging me about shit alex said #and this is a no snitch zone"

Alex: Am I wrong?

Helen: Yes!

/END ID]

#tma #the magnus archives #tmagp #tmp #the magnus protocol #the magnus scrotocol #helen gould #alexander j newall #alasdair stuart #never forget alex is also a menace #just in case you forgot after that last video #helen is suffering for 90% of this video but he brought this on himself by asking the question #their laugh still gives me life tho #also: alasdair 🥰#i am no snitch #but as soon as alex said 'please dont' i knew he was done for

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wingedcat13 · 3 years ago

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I found Call Me Menace yesterday, at around 3 am in the morning and then proceeded to read it and the available parts of Vilains Never Retire. I was hoping the next part would come out sooner rather than later, because the story was amazing, and I craved more. I was delighted to find that part 4 came out today, and I'm writing this after I've finished reading it. The whole story is brilliant and amazing and I'd love to see more of your work.

But anyway, as for the actual question, how do you come up with and weave in all of those details in your writing? Is it something you plan beforehand or do you come up with it on the fly? If it's a combination, then how much of each do you do?

Anyways, once again, the Synoverse is fantastic.

Thank you!

It depends on what you mean by 'details,' I think. A lot of it comes from spur-of-the-moment ideas. I'm not sure if I have ADHD or just what my mom jokingly calls 'ADHD-by-proxy' since both her and my brother have it, so weaving different threads of thought together and juggling multiple topics is kind of just my natural state of being at this point.

Other things are more if-this-then-what's-reasonable-for-that. For example, Synovus gets caught by surprise in Call Me Menace when Athena shows up with Alexandria. They were surprised out of sleep. You can't really set alarms that far out, and Athena moves fast, so the alarms are at set increasing intervals, like a really, really annoying alarm clock. Synovus wears a costume that covers the entirety of their body - ergo, they don't need to do the normal hair-and-teeth routine when getting dressed, particularly in they're in a hurry. They haven't slept, so when they go to have a conversation about morality, they want some caffeine. Can't drink in a helmet, so helmet comes off. Still haven't had time to go tend to personal hygiene, so Synovus's got a bedhead.

Things like the concrete joke and the garbage bags references developed naturally - concrete because I realized that it was the most common building material I could think of getting thrown around in hero movies, and figured Synovus would have developed a particular distaste for it. The garbage joke was initially just something I wanted to give Alexandria as an indicator of her character, and then it became a conscious call-back when Alex and Syn were starting to find common ground. (And also a joke about all-black costumes)

Other times, however, I will completely forget to include things. For example, there was supposed to be a scene in either VNR 1 or 2, before the Villain meeting, where Athena tried to get Synovus to swear to protect Alexandria, no matter what. Syn kinda half-dodged it, and left Athena believing that they'd sworn to it, which gives the end of that chapter much more weight. However, my brain completely ate that scene and it never made it to paper.

Whoops.

(Luckily, I do think it still works - Athena is instead referencing that Synovus didn't tell them the whole truth in Call Me Menace, or in the time since, but I do understand why some readers were confused by that.)

#ask box #call me menace #villains never retire #synoverse

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sunsetcurvecuddles · 4 years ago

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Hello you told me not to hold back so I’m gonna be ANNOYING feel free to ignore indefinitely until you’re feeling it but I’m gonna send you like a bunch of prompts cause I can’t sleep and am stalling finishing my own fic.

First one: Bobby (obviously), Reggie or Luke or friends I don’t even care, tea and blankets

lol hi have a rebuke cuddle-puddle disaster, also available on ao3 here. warning for swearing and very vague allusions to physical child abuse.

i guess we belong to each other | reggielukebobby | 1.8k words

Luke has his guitar in his lap and his writing notebook by his side even though it's late at night. He's playing his acoustic, so that he has no chance of stirring Bobby's parents from where he's sat in their studio, and though he'd never admit it to anyone, it's cold enough that he's found one of Alex's hoodies in the back of the studio, a black one Alex never wears any more, and he's bundled up in it to try to fight off the chills. He regrets storming out earlier this evening — not because his parents might be worried, he's still too mad at them for that, but because he misses his own warm bed in a house with central heating.

But it's late, and he doesn't want to bother Bobby, who's already been generous enough as it is (and is exceptionally grumpy when he's woken in the middle of the night). So Alex's old hoodie, smelling vaguely of the dusty studio and distantly of Alex, will have to do.

A noise distracts Luke from his writing. Something outside the studio, maybe an animal, but it sounded like footsteps. Cautiously, he draws his guitar closer, running through what he could say if it's Bobby's parents, his heart suddenly rabbit-fast in his chest.

A head pokes through the door.

Luke's shoulders drop with relief.

It's Reggie.

He looks a little scruffy, not like himself, because usually Reggie pays such close attention to his appearance, fusses over his hair and colour-codes his outfits and shaves with the precision of a professional painter. But he kinda looks messy, which makes Luke's stomach feel even colder than the air around him.

“Oh! Hey, man,” Reggie laughs, putting on a big smile, and it'd fool anyone else — Reggie's too experienced at this for his own good. “I didn't know you'd be here!”

“Hi, Reg,” says Luke, sounding a little distracted even to his own ears as he carefully looks Reggie over. He's not walking like he's been hurt, and there are no visible injuries. So that's something. Jesus, Luke wouldn't know what to do if Reggie turned up here with a fresh version of the bruises Luke sometimes catches him trying to hide. “You, uh — you good?”

“Yeah, for sure,” Reggie agrees easily, saunters into the studio and slumps down on the couch next to Luke. The relaxed way he moves soothes Luke's worry somewhat. “The house was just — ugh. You know how they can be.” Looking over at Luke, Reggie adds, “Hey, isn't that Alex's hoodie? I was wondering what had happened to that.”

“Hey!” Luke sputters, a little defensive. “He didn't, like, loan it to me or anything, it was just here! I found it.”

“It is cold,” Reggie concedes, pulling his flannel a little tighter around him. “Wish I'd brought my jacket, but it was in the kitchen and I didn't wanna. I dunno. Didn't wanna get in the way.”

Luke nods, puts his guitar to the side so he can press up against Reggie's side. Hip to hip, his cheek on Reggie's shoulder, links their ankles together and puts an arm over Reggie's stomach. Almost automatically, Reggie links his arms around Luke in turn.

Honestly, Luke was intending to steal some of Reggie's body heat, but after Reggie's walk outside and in such a thin layer, he thinks Reggie's probably leeching his own. Luke lets him go ahead; Reggie seems to need it more than he does.

They sit for a moment, both unusually quiet, huddling and not talking. Not so much for a lack of things to talk about, but more because any topic that comes to Luke's mind feels insurmountably complex and emotional. There’s so much stuff he can't tell Reggie — so much stuff Reggie isn't telling him. So they sit together and try to create some warmth without the need for disclosure.

Until there's another set of scuffled footsteps outside.

“Not Alex too,” Reggie sighs, at a whispered volume so that the newcomer can't hear him, “he squirms so much in his sleep, man, I can't share this pull-out with him again.”

Luke muffles a laugh with the back of his hand, but he can't help worry it's Alex, too. Things have been... okay, he thinks, with Alex's folks since he came out, but he also knows Alex hoped for better. Suspects there are things Alex isn't telling them (so they all have that in common).

But it's not Alex. Preceded by an armful of blankets that he's almost tripping on, Bobby staggers in, still in his pajamas and with his eyes almost all the way closed. “Luke? It's fucking freezing, I thought I'd—” He stops when he gets far enough in to see Reggie on the couch too. “Oh, shit.”

“Hey, Bobby,” says Reggie, voice a little nervous. “I hope it's okay that I—”

“Shut up,” Bobby grumbles, and dumps the whole pile of blankets on top of Reggie. “You guys are stupid. You're both out here, in the freezing cold, and neither of you come wake me up?”

“We didn't want—” Luke starts, at the same time as Reggie insists, “You were sleeping—!”

“Idiots,” Bobby growls, rubbing his eye with his sweater paw and yawning. He looks stupidly cute, like a little kid. “You're idiots, and I hate dealing with you. I'll be back.” Turning to leave the studio again, he turns back and adds, “Hurry up and burrito yourselves in those blankets, I swear to god. And Luke, isn’t that Alex’s hoodie?”

“He left it—!” Luke starts, but Bobby’s already gone, leaving Luke with Reggie, cackling at him.

—

By the time Bobby returns, Luke and Reggie have folded the couch out into its bed form, and are snuggling under the several blankets, giggling together as they talk about how grumpy Bobby had been.

“We should have woken him up,” Reggie snorts, “I think then he would have been less pissed.”

“I would have,” Bobby agrees, sounding somewhere between menacing and amused, as he reappears over them. His hair is all shaggy in his face. He's carrying a teapot. And cups. “Sit up.”

Luke does right away, Reggie pulling himself up a little slower. Bobby sits cross-legged at the foot of the couch-bed, tucking his socked toes under his own legs to keep warm, and pours them each a mug of what smells like peppermint tea. Suddenly, Luke can't imagine anything better in the world. When Bobby offers him a cup, he takes it eagerly, wrapping his cold hands around it and enjoying the steam wafting up to his face.

“Wow,” says Reggie softly, eyes wide, “thanks, Bobby.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Luke echoes, letting out a sigh as he takes his first sip.

“Forget it,” Bobby says, a little bitey. Luke knows it's because Bobby hates being seen as nice, so he doesn't take it personally, and he knows Reggie won't either. He has his own cup, which he drinks as though it's done something to offend him, scowling off into the corner of the studio. Reggie nudges Bobby with his foot from under the layers of blankets, and a tiny smile tugs at Bobby's mouth as he nudges Reggie back with his elbow.

After the cup of tea, Luke feels better. He feels warmer on the inside, now, and sleepy too. Reggie is starting to get that dopey, slow blink that shows he's on the verge of sleep as well. Bobby clears his throat and holds out a hand, beckoning for their empty cups. Luke and Reggie hand them over.

“Okay,” says Bobby, after a pause. “G'night, guys.” He goes to stand, but Reggie leans forward and catches Bobby's sleeve.

“Would you stay?” he asks, as if he can't help himself, as if on sheer impulse, but he doesn’t look embarrassed afterwards.

“Reg!” Luke says, a little startled. “It's cold out here, he won't want—”

But he sees Bobby's face, and he stops himself. Because he can see it in Bobby's eyes. That he does want. He’s Bobby, so he won't say it, his mouth pressed into a thin line, his gaze fixed on some point behind Luke and Reggie's heads, but Luke has known Bobby for too long to miss something this obvious, no matter what else Bobby can hide from him.

“That being said,” Luke backtracks hurriedly, “it would be warmer with you here, Wilson. I'm happy to be a leech.”

“That's all I'm good for, huh?” Bobby snorts, but he's already setting the mugs down on the floor near the side of the bed, already shuffling the teapot down there too. He hops up for a moment, and Luke wonders where he’s going, before he realises Bobby is just switching off the light. When Bobby comes back, he pauses, like he's not sure where he fits, and Luke and Reggie make eye contact for only a second before they move apart, leaving a space in the middle.

Bobby looks even less sure of himself, eyebrows knitted, jaw tight. His hands flex and one of them twists in the hem of his sweater. Luke gets it. It looks too much like it's on Bobby's behalf, like they’re doing it to make space for Bobby. Bobby’s always had trouble accepting anything that seems like it’s for his own benefit.

“I already sucked all Reggie's warmth up,” Luke explains.

“Yeah,” Reggie agrees immediately, and Luke loves him, “and you're warmer than Luke anyway, man. I wanna huddle with you. As a penguin, you would be my first-choice huddle-buddy.”

Bobby barks a laugh. “The fuck? What does that even mean?” Finally, he wriggles his way under the blankets in between them, and rolls his eyes when they both throw limbs over him right away, twining legs and arms together and resting cheeks on his chest.

“Like, if we were penguins. You know? In the winter?” Reggie says, like this is totally obvious and self-explanatory. “If I was a penguin, I'd be looking for the Bobby-penguin in the winter huddle to stick close to.”

“Aaand I'm at my capacity for dumb shit,” Bobby says, closing his eyes pointedly, but it's a scam, because his hands come to run through Luke and Reggie's hair. “Goodnight, morons.”

“Goodnight, Bobby,” they chorus. This close, Luke could almost brush noses with Reggie, has to try to focus his eyes to keep Reggie from getting blurry. Reggie sticks his tongue out at Luke just a little, and Luke grins back, links his fingers with Reggie’s over Bobby’s stomach, rubbing over Reggie’s knuckles until Reggie’s fingers don’t feel so much like icicles. When Luke uses his free hand to tug the neckline of Alex’s hoodie up over his nose, the familiar smell of the third piece of his heart soothes him right down.

The feel of Bobby’s fingernails on his scalp makes Luke’s eyelids flutter, and before he knows it he’s dopey, the world feeling blurrier and safer and cozier. Honestly, more like home than his own house would have. He no longer daydreams of returning to his own warm bed. Instead, he feels the way Bobby’s chest rises and falls with his breaths, pushing his and Reggie’s joined hands up and down. If he listens closely, Luke can hear Bobby’s heartbeat, familiar and steady.

Maybe the cold isn't all bad.

other prompt fills here :)

jatp taglist (lmk if you want to be added/removed!): @queenmolina @nickalicious @bi-reginald @malecacidd @burntchromas @jughead-is-canonically-aroace @cinnamonstickrayofsunlight @chickwiththepurpleguitar @fairylightsandrainydays @joyandthephantoms @fighttoshine @michelangelinda @queenofthequillandink

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #reggie peters #bobby wilson #luke patterson #lukebobby #boggie brain rot #rebuke #idk how else to tag this LOL #my fic #chickwiththepurpleguitar #peterpatter

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waru-chan8 · 3 years ago

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Thanks to my incredibles mutuals @lxndonorris and @fabiochampioraro for tagging me on this. I hope you enjoy my answer and don't find them too boring.

1. Why did you choose your url? Long story short the 'canon' url I wanted Warumono was taken and I also wanted something that sounded less 'scary' or 'rude' so I went for Waru-chan. The '8' is because I don't like odd numbers and is my favourite number. (Add all letters, numbers and characters of my username, you get 10).

2. Any side blogs? No, I can't even manage 1 blog!

3. How long have you been on tumblr? Since July 2013, it's been a long time. However, really been active in here since the start of the last MotoGP season

4. Do you have a queue tag? Nope 😓😓😓 I don't know how to make a queue.

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place? Just to watch fan arts from the mangas I liked. Then, it became a way to communicate with other people and learn and share about my passions with other people.

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfpÇ? Let me introduce you to Pepe, Álex Rins' (menace of a) dog He just stole my heart. I wanted a Christmas icon because I was feeling festive, but I did not want it to be Rinsy. Also, my attempt with Gerloff did not work properly.

7. Why did you choose your header? It's just a random photo of Christmas trees I found in internet.

8. What's your post with the most notes? A rambling post about F1, which did bring some troubles. (I’m not proud of that post).

9. How many mutuals do you have? Several. More than I ever dreamt and I'm happy to have so many.

10. How many followers do you have? Too many (and it scares me). Some of them are empty blogs and others are blogs that people no longer use. So, I don't know how many of them are really active. Also, thanks to all of you that follow me in my breakdowns or my ramblings, all of you deserve a star.

11. How many people do you follow? I used to follow much more, blogs, but I needed to cut down the toxicity and cut down the content that does not make me happy. It's getting better now.

12. Have you ever made a shitpost? Please, why do you think I keep this blog? I just need to scream to the void.

13. How often do you use tumblr? More regularly than it's healthy.

14. Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog? Not really, another blog, but an anon (which can be another blogger). People are getting too comfortable with the anon button and sending hate in the inbox. My patience is getting too short really, and I can be pretty harsh.

15. How do you feel about "you need to reblog this" posts? Sometimes I do understand the importance, other times it pretty much annoys me. Especially those when they make you feel bad when you don't reblog them because it plays with a person's image and mental health.

16. Do you like tag games? I do love them, but I keep forgetting I was tagged to do them or never know who to tag in them.

17. Do you like ask games? I do love them

18. Which of your moots do you think is tumblr famous? All of them!!! They are all amazing content creators, or they have been watching races for so long that they are practically a better source of information than the official channels. I do love all of them for this.

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual? Not in the strict sense of crush. I would say more like a Platonic crush or a squish rather than a real one. It's complicated.

I'm tagging @celestinovietti @lewismerc @motogpee and @alex-marquez but feel free to ignore me.

#I was tagged #Get to know me #This is just a rambling don't look at it #also don't take too seriosly

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kitkatt0430 · 3 years ago

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I wish some of the superfluous side plots of Supergirl's season one had been dropped in favor of giving some more focus to Astra and Non's plan with Myriad. They had a few focus episodes here and there, but then seemed to disappear from view a lot. It's probably because it was being run by a different studio from Flash and Arrow, but the first season had some cohesion issues with the overarching main plot that the other two shows didn't have.

Arrow's season one never lost focus on the List and the revelation of the Undertaking. The Flash had Eobard Thawne's plan as a simmering menace throughout the whole season. But there are large portions of S1 Supergirl where it would be easy to forget that Astra and Non are even there. And even episodes that focus on Fort Rozz escapees feel disconnected from the over arching plot with the Kryptonians.

If indigo had shown up sooner, perhaps, then there could have been some interesting tension between her and Astra due to Indigo blatantly flirting with Non. If Non had more follow through on his threat to kill Kara should she prove a deadly weakness to Astra after all would have been a good plot to have capitalized on... but it doesn't really go anywhere. Sure, he sics Alex on Kara using Myriad, but that was more about tormenting Alex for Astra's death then about Kara herself. If we got to see more of the Kryptonians who weren't Kara, Astra, and Non...

That said, there's a lot of call backs in the final episodes of season 1 as Kara puts the lessons she's learned over the course of the season to good use. She's able to burn out Non's eyes in a heat vision battle without solar flaring the way she did with Red Tornado, she's learned from trial and (oil spilling) error how to move large objects (such as Fort Rozz) without breaking it up into pieces/making it more difficult to move, and truly embraces her ability to become a beacon of hope for others.

As choppy and uneven as S1 could be at times (having a couple of episodes clearly out of order in the first half of the season did not help) I really enjoyed rewatching it. And there's definitely a few things that the show suffered for losing in the soft reboot it got in season 2 when it switched stations. Lucy Lane completely disappears despite her high ranking position within the DEO and we never see Maxwell Lord or Sam Lane again either despite the forshadowing of them and the Kryptonian power sphere. While Lucy and Sam eventually show up in Superman & Lois, they're very different people from their S1 Supergirl counterparts. As for Maxwell? I maintain that it would have been interesting to have Maxwell Lord return as a red herring before revealing Lex Luthor as a villain where Red Daughter was concerned - considering what Maxwell did to create Bizarro Supergirl it wouldn't have been a stretch for Kara and the others to believe that he was trying again and also I'd have loved to watch Lena verbally eviscerate him. He was also a bit of a Lex Luthor stand in during S1, so lamp shading that a bit with the actual Luthors could have been amusing, especially if he was repudiating his former stance on Kara being inherently a danger for being an alien.

#enjoyed my S1 rewatch of supergirl #think I'll take a bit of a break before starting s2

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miryum · 3 years ago

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It all started with a threat (Newt x Reader) 9

I don't know if I've said this, but I would like to remind everyone that everyone is around 19-20 throughout this!!!!

Also, I had an idea last chapter that I hadn't planned for (Alex coming up in the box) so if this chapter seems not-as-planned-out, that's because I don't even know what's gonna happen next. Again, this drifts far from what James Dashner has said about the maze and glade, so please just be kind and remember that I'm taking some creative liberties and mixing up everything.

Warning: Panic attack!

"What do you remember?" Alby says harshly, pacing around.

We're in the maze room, the only place where we could find some peace and quiet. We tried to go to the homestead, but the walls were deemed too thin and the rooms too tiny.

I'm sitting on a stool, head in my hands. The one scene replays in my mind.

"Alex? Where are you?"

"I have to leave. Please remember me."

A hand pressed into mine. A red mark on the neck. A boy hugging me.

I rack my brain, trying to find something that comes before or after that. But that's all I remember.

"Y/n, Ana, and uh... someone named Joan." Alex rattles off.

Alex is sitting on a stool right next to me, hand hovering over my back. Newt leans against a wall, glaring at Alex.

"And why can't anyone else remember anything?"Alby asks.

Alex shrugs, "I don't know, bro! I only just got here."

"Y/n." Alby's attention is directed to me and my head whips up, "What do you remember?"

"Asking where Alex was going. Him telling me it'll be alright and telling me not to forget him." Newt shifts and he crosses his arms, "Someone holding hands or something?" I continue, "A red mark against his neck." I gesture towards Alex, "And a boy hugging me. But I don't remember who it was."

Alby nods, seemingly pleased with my answer, "And what about you Newt?"

"Me?" Newt looks shocked, "What does this have to do with me?"

"The only reason you're here is that you're second-in-command and that Clint told me that you might remember something."

Newt curses softly and I'm glad that Ana isn't here.

"I don't remember anything." Newt says firmly, "I just think that Y/n looks oddly familiar."

"She should." Alex scoffs.

"What does that mean?" Both Newt and I say at the same time.

Alex glances at Alby but doesn't say anything. Alby glares at him, and he looks pretty intimidating, but Alex still remains silent.

"Alright." Alby growls, "What do remember? All of it."

Alex sighs, but says, "I'll warn you, I don't remember a lot, but I'll tell you what I do. All I remember is two relationships, meeting Ana and Newt, and...." He chokes up and stops talking.

"What?" I ask carefully.

"I just remember you." Alex turns to me and looks at me dead in the eye, "And your screaming. You were screaming and it was terrible and I couldn't do anything about it. Bloodcurdling screams."

Newt flinches and edges closer to us.

"And Ana?" I whisper, "You said 'Is this Ana?' What did you mean by that?"

Alex stands, smiling softly, "Well, isn't she my niece?"

***

"I'm sorry, what?" I break the long silence, "What do you mean by niece? How old are you? Are you mom's brother?"

"All I know is that someone told me that I had a niece. That she was born, but I never saw her. She must've been sent up here."

Alby strides over to Alex and grabs the collar of his shirt, lifting him up into the air, his feet barely scraping the floor. "Who are you?" Alby asks, slow and menacing.

"I-I don't know." Alex chokes.

"You've listed off a shucking lot that you didn't tell us before. You seem to remember stuff on a whim and at a very convenient time for you. Tell us everything you know."

"Can you put me down?" Alex asks. Once Alby does what he says, he bends over, coughing lightly. "Ana is my niece. I heard Y/n screams. Two relationships. A brief glace of Newt. That my name is Alex." Alex goes on to list other small things such as his favorite color and which was his dominate hand, but I drown it all out.

My hands start shaking and I hear a ringing in my ears.

I can't seem to breath.

My heart starts beating harder.

The ringing grows louder.

My vision gets blurry.

My hands shake more frantically.

I can't breath.

Who am I?

I can't breath.

Who am I?

I can't breath.

"Y/n? Y/n."

My vision starts to clear and I see Newt crouching in front of me, clutching my cold hands. He places a hand on my cheek and whispers, "Are you alright?"

"I-I-I-" I can't seem to form a sentence.

"Breath." Newt says, "Follow me." He takes a deep breath in and I try to follow him.

I can't breath.

It's shaky and I start hiccuping and tears start rolling down my cheeks, wetting Newt's soft hand.

"Hey." Newt brings me in a hug and I lean against him, "You're okay. What were you thinking about?"

"Who am I?" I look up at him with red eyes and a scratchy throat, "Who am I, Newt?"

"You're Y/n. The greatest girl I've ever known."

I sniff, hiccuping again. I hug him fully, wrapping my arms around his torso and inhaling his scent. He smells like dirt and a spice I can't quite name.

I stay in his arms, content, until Minho barges into the room.

He's panting and looks disheveled. "Y/N!" He cries, "Ana ran into the maze!"

"What?!" I scream, "And you didn't stop her?!"

"We turned our backs for a second and-"

"Shut up!" I push past him, sprinting towards the doors that are starting to screech to a close. I pant, my legs pumping, passing everyone.

I skid to a stop as the space between the doors get smaller and smaller. I see Ana at the end of the corridor, smiling and waving at me.

I take a deep breath, bouncing on the balls of my feet.

And I run into the maze.

"NO!" I hear multiple voices behind me scream.

But I run towards Ana, scoop her up, and dart back towards the entrance.

It's closing.

And closing.

Three meters.

Two meters.

No other choice, I throw Ana through the doors just as they scrap to a shut.

"Is she alright?!" I scream.

"Y/N!" I hear Newt cry. His voice cracks, and I hear his sobbing. My heart breaks.

"Is she alright?" I yell again.

"Y-Yes." Alex calls back.

"Okay. Okay." I sob, "That's all that matters." I slid down the wall, silently weeping, preparing to spend another night in the maze.

Hope you like it!

#newt x y/n #newt x reader #newt #the maze runner #maze runner #tmr #alby #minho #baby #walls

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fiddlepickdouglas · 3 years ago

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Viva Las Vegas, Pt. 20 - Just Kids

Summary: Sunset Curve Alive AU, Willex, what consequences?, 4.9k

@trevor-wilson-covington is the bestie who makes these lovely edits, we stan supportive friends

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19

All too soon, two very familiar colors filled the back of the van. Alex’s heart immediately submerged into the dark ocean it always went to in despair, knowing they were all screwed this time. He could already see Bobby pulling onto the shoulder - they didn’t need the sound of sirens to tell them what was up. Willie still seemed like he wasn’t all present, and Alex squeezed his fingers and shook his hands to bring him back to the now. They had really hoped it wouldn’t happen. None of the guys could’ve anticipated the alarm, or that Caleb would be in town when they definitely thought he was gone, or that everything would go wrong.

Not knowing didn’t matter, though. Hours later, all five of them sat inside a holding cell at the LAPD, heads bowed as none of them dared to make eye contact with each other. It was early morning by the time all of them had been processed, and they were all varying levels of exhausted. The time passed at a frustratingly slow pace, although there was no way of telling what time it was. Thankfully, they were the only ones in the cell at the time; if there had been other inmates it would’ve sent Alex’s nerves past their threshold. A guard sat just outside a doorway to the rest of the station while another sat directly outside the cell.

Alex was tempted to wrap his arm around Willie’s shoulders, since he remained dissociated, but the eye contact from the officer sitting across from them was too unsettling. He didn’t like the thought that came through his mind - the one that made him feel like an even worse criminal, even though he knew he wasn’t. Stubbornly, Alex fought to push the feeling away, and settled for putting a hand on Willie’s shoulder. There was almost no reaction, but then Alex saw his brown eyes flicker in his direction and that was all the peace he needed.

“It’s my fault, you guys,” Reggie murmured, barely peering up from where his head hung dejectedly. “I was just so caught up in getting back - ”

“It’s not your fault, Reggie,” Bobby interrupted him gently. “He was waiting for us.”

Luke didn’t speak. His eyes couldn’t leave his empty hands. Alex almost couldn’t look at him; it was a sad image.

They had all been so sure that Caleb was finally out of LA, never spoke about their plans at the studio, had been so careful about the way they acted around him - there was no way. There was just no way that he could’ve been so ready to show up just as they were trying to get the master copies of their album out of his hands. And worse, now Alex had dragged Willie into it, and the guilt mounted even higher from there.

A female officer approached the cell with a clipboard, not bothering to look up from the page she had her eyes glued to.

“Bobby Wilson?”

Bobby raised his head at the sound of his name.

“You have an older brother here to pick you up,” she said monotonously. “You’re free to go.”

The door to the cell was opened and Bobby made his way out in slight confusion. He threw a conflicted look back toward Luke.

“Did he say if I was taking anyone with me?”

“He came for Bobby Wilson and Bobby Wilson only.” Her tone shut down any further questions that he had. Looking back apologetically, his shoulders slumped as Luke shook his head.

“Don’t worry about it,” Luke said, although not as assuring as he likely wanted to be. “I’ll be fine.”

Alex watched as Bobby’s eyes lingered for a few seconds on Reggie, who was still hunched forward with his gaze fixed on the concrete floor. It seemed so uncharacteristic for him, but Alex understood he was probably shutting down at the mere thought of returning home. The emotions ran high enough in his home as it was. They hadn’t really been given options as for who got called when they’d been brought to the police department. Finally, Bobby turned and took the car keys and wallet that had been confiscated and disappeared.

Luke moved closer to Reggie and put a hand on his back, and he began muttering something to him. They were just far enough away that Alex couldn’t properly hear what they were saying.

“Sheldon’s gonna be so freaked out when I get home,” Willie spoke suddenly. Alex turned to see him finally looking around the cell, fully aware of his surroundings.

“Hopefully he’ll be okay,” he assured. “They can only hold us for up to twelve hours; that’s what they said.”

Willie looked at him and nodded, eyes once again immediately training themselves onto empty space.

“How are you doing?” Alex asked carefully. Willie didn’t move his eyes, but he appeared to be brought back into focus again.

“I just have all these images running in my mind,” he said. “Things he did. Things I did. He decided to pretend I was dead rather than deal with my existence. It’s like he was already trying to bury me by taking away any connection to my past. Sometimes I wonder what I was like before the accident. What if I deserved this?”

For a minute, Alex merely sat with his jaw agape, as if he’d been slapped upon hearing what Willie was saying.

“Wha- ? No. Willie, that can’t be right,” he started. “You couldn’t possibly deserve any of this, no matter what happened in the past.”

Willie shook his head.

“I was in the foster system, Alex,” he argued. “From the few things I know, I was passed around a little bit. Caleb was someone who took difficult kids; he had a reputation with social services. I wanted him to be the bad guy because I got a taste of something better, but when I look around, Alex? I have no one to call. Not even family.”

It was the first time Alex had seen tears well up in his eyes since the night at the Stratosphere, but he felt that any comfort he wanted to offer wouldn’t be accepted. All he could do was look back at this beautiful boy who deserved far more than he believed, brow furrowed in silent protest. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, Willie had a point. There was a possibility that the guys’ dislike of the man had become biased based on Willie’s story, as unintentional as it may have been. Still, Alex refused to believe that it was because Willie was the real menace.

“Look, we may never know the truth,” he started, trying to look at him as directly as he could. “But I’m the one who got you here; I take responsibility for that. And sometimes having someone to call doesn’t mean they’re there for you.”

Willie gave him a look that was mixed, but he mostly read concern. Frankly, Alex wasn’t sure what his own parents’ reaction would be, but he didn’t dare hope for any sort of understanding.

“Reggie Peters?” The same female officer approached the cell again with her clipboard.

Reggie turned away from his conversation with Luke, sucking in a nervous breath.

“Your mother is here to take you home; you’re free to go.”

Pressing his lips together anxiously, Reggie simply bowed his head as he was escorted out the same way Bobby had been. Luke promptly spread himself out along the bench, pulling his beanie over his face.

For a while, Alex let his mind wander as he kept his hand resting on Willie’s shoulder. What Willie had said made him want to reevaluate the whole situation with Caleb. It wasn’t that he thought Willie was as bad as he said he was, but it stood to be examined. He remembered the difference between his short first impression of the man at the diner, and the second time he’d seen him. He even remembered his own reasoning - how it was possible that Caleb could come off as so severe while running a diner but maintain such charisma while serving guests.

A pang of memory also came as Alex had noted he didn’t seem like a straight man and after months of actually working with him there was even greater evidence toward that notion. It had been what made Alex want to trust him in the beginning. Finding an adult figure who offered him a break from being constantly vigilant about the way he naturally felt had been a blessing. Not even Alex could ignore that. However, something still told him that just because they had that in common didn’t make Caleb trustworthy.

“Luke Patterson?” All three boys looked up in surprise when they heard the officer’s voice a third time. Luke clutched his beanie to his chest, confused most of all as he sat up from the bench. Instead of announcing who had come for him, the officer stepped aside as two familiar faces came toward the cell.

Julie Molina and her Aunt Victoria looked at the boys, both with stern expressions.

“Julie?” Luke uttered in surprise, standing up from the bench and slowly moving toward her.

Folding her arms, Julie had her eyes fixed on Luke with a brand of disappointment that appeared to burn like acid. She flashed the same look toward Alex for a moment and he was duly stung. Luke could make all the sad, pleading puppy faces he wanted, but ultimately was struck dumb by knowing he had no room to speak.

“We have a lot to talk about,” Julie told him, the chastising tone not to be missed. Luke’s face fell and he hung his head, looking back toward Alex with a similar apologetic look as Bobby had given.

Alex caught Victoria also looking at him. It was still stern, but more in telling him she was let down. Why it compounded his already guilty feelings even more, he couldn’t understand. Her expression changed, however, as she looked at Willie next to him, as though she were trying to recall where she recognized him. Immediately forgetting his guilt for a moment, Alex perked up and subtly pointed a finger toward him, mouthing the name “Willie!” to her. She looked at him incredulously, and it was a shame the officer was already escorting them out with Luke, because he was sure she had questions.

“Was that Julie’s mom?” Willie asked. Startled, Alex looked at him and cleared his throat.

“Ah, no, that was her aunt,” he told him. “Her mom is still in the hospital.”

“Oh,” Willie replied, casting he gaze to where they had left with a look of empathy. “That really sucks.”

“Yeah,” Alex agreed.

For the second surprise that night (morning? Alex couldn’t tell), and for the fourth time, the female officer returned.

“William Taylor?”

Willie looked at Alex in utter perplexity, and then back at the officer.

“Um…” he began saying. Before he finished, Flynn came around the corner accompanied by a woman both boys assumed was her mother.

“Hey big bro!” she said in a highly exaggerated tone, sending them a gigantic wink with a grin that was very out of place. “Looks like you messed up big time mister!”

Willie could only stare back in shock. Alex was too busy trying not to laugh at her poor acting skills. It was so obvious that she and Willie weren’t family.

“Hey...sis,” Willie said finally, still unsure what was happening just then.

Holding onto the bars and leaning close into the holding cell, Flynn dropped the grin immediately.

“Julie tipped us off and Alex’s parents aren’t coming, so we’re doing you guys a big favor,” she said to them in a low voice, laying on the irritation and topping it off with a tilt of her head and a smile that suggested murder.

Promptly, Willie stood up and was let out of the cell, still looking at Flynn and her mom in bewilderment. Alex sat with his hands folded in uncertainty.

“Him too,” Flynn’s mom nodded toward him. The officer opened the door for him and Alex sighed as he came out, realizing just how high his nerves had really been while sitting there for the past few hours. He could suddenly feel the blood rushing into his fingers again.

As he and Willie followed Flynn and her mom outside, he wasn’t surprised that his parents had opted not to come get him. If he guessed right, his father would’ve refused to go in some backward attempt to show tough love, and his mother would’ve been barred from going herself to show she agreed with the choice. Both he and Willie thanked Flynn’s mom as they sat in the back seat of her van.

Flynn turned around in the passenger seat as they drove off and Alex knew what was coming.

“How many times am I gonna save your ass?” she directed at Willie.

“Language, honey,” her mom warned. Flynn rolled her eyes, but backed down a little.

Willie smiled nervously at her.

“Third time’s a charm?” he offered with little confidence.

“There better not be a third time,” she cautioned. “Seriously, what were you thinking?”

Alex opened his mouth to respond but she put up a hand.

“Actually, save it. Anything I have to say is just what Julie will say to you guys later, and she’s the one who’s really mad at you. Right now, I’ve got permission to skip school and I’m not gonna waste it lecturing you two.”

Sharing a look with Willie, both boys were happy to at least not have to endure Julie’s wrath right that minute. It was only imaginable what Luke was going through at the moment.

“So, how did you know I was there?” Willie asked.

Flynn leaned back into the correct position in her seat and took in a deep breath.

“Julie’s aunt is supposed to be on sabbatical, but apparently she can’t stop doing little bits of work here and there. She’s an investigator. Anyway, I guess she was doing something at ungodly hours on a Sunday night for God knows why, and she was already in the station when Sunset Gets-Caught-Being-Stupid was brought in. I guess she tried to make sure nobody called the Pattersons because she promised Julie she won’t, and she found out there was a fifth kid with no emergency contact so she had Julie call me, and I had to wake up at six-thirty this morning to an angry Julie and while I, for one, don’t care that you were trying to steal something, the way y’all did it was just so dumb, I can’t even stand to look at y’all - ”

“Okay, we get it,” Alex interrupted.

“But the important thing is,” Flynn continued. “We can’t take you guys home. Sorry.”

“Wait, why not?” Alex asked.

“I have one hour before I need to be in the office,” Flynn’s mom told them. “So I’m putting my girl in charge of you two for the day.”

Flynn looked back at them smugly.

“Oh, I’m putting you two to work,” she said, not hiding how much she enjoyed being in a position of power.

Alex could only gesture with his hands in a manner of saying “ah, well,” and sighing in acceptance. This was loads better than dealing with his parents for the time being. And Willie seemed to have finally broken entirely out of the strange trance he’d been in ever since they’d seen Caleb.

“Do we get a nap first?” Willie asked. “‘Cuz we’ve been awake all night.”

Flynn’s eyebrows shot up in realization and she flopped back into her seat again with a sigh.

“That’s fair.”

It was well past noon by the time Alex opened his eyes. They had thanked Mrs. Taylor and then immediately passed out on the living room couch. Barely gaining his bearings, he found Willie still zonked on the opposite arm of the couch. He couldn’t help but admire his sleeping form, so much calmer than any other time he knew. The sunlight streaming in from the blinds glanced perfectly off his cheekbones and highlighted the rich brown tones in his hair. Alex had been struck by how handsome he was from the second they met at the diner, but he’d hardly gotten a moment to properly appreciate how beautiful he was.

Somehow there was something so lonely about him that brought an ache to Alex’s chest. Their conversation from earlier replayed in his mind. Willie really seemed to believe he didn’t belong anywhere when the only thing Alex wanted in the whole world was to keep him tightly in his arms. He really hoped to show Willie how much he meant to him some day.

“Oh my god, you are so in love with him,” he heard Flynn saying as she stood at the edge of the living room. He was too tired to give a proper response and could only turn to her still wearing a look of fondness. “Oh my god, stop, you are so precious!”

All Alex could do was lightly chuckle in return. Flynn tilted her head adoringly.

“And to think I was there from the beginning,” she reminisced.

Alex had a realization hit.

“I never said thank you, did I?”

She shrugged.

“No. But now you get to pay me back by doing all the chores my mom left for you.”

Heaving a sigh, Alex sank back into the couch and pressed his lips together, already reeling from exhaustion.

“Yep,” he muttered before reaching over and grabbing Willie’s hand, gently shaking it to kindly wake him up.

“Sheldon...stop,” Willie groaned as his tired face pinched together against the light. Alex giggled as he leaned over and tried shaking his shoulder instead.

“Hey, it’s me,” he said in a low voice, watching as Willie’s eyes fluttered open and immediately gazed back into his face. The absolutely enamoured smile that spread from cheek to cheek as he took in Alex’s face framed with his hair hanging down was more than Alex could take, and he felt honest-to-God butterflies in his stomach.

“Hey,” Willie murmured, his voice a pitch lower than usual from being asleep with just the right amount of vocal fry. It took all of Alex’s strength not to smother him right there on the couch.

“I really do hate to break this up, you lovebirds,” Flynn told them. “But it’s time to get to work!” She clapped her hands and the boys clambered off the couch, still sharing admiring looks at each other. She led them through her house, listing off the many things her mom had demanded: cleaning bathrooms, weeding the garden, and mowing the lawn were all there.

“And last but not least,” Flynn was saying as she led them upstairs. She flung the door open to an unfurnished room with bare walls and plastic covering the floor. “Painting!”

Alex saw Willie’s face transform from bleary task mode to shining with joy at the prospect of getting to paint. He wasn’t sure what it was, but everything Willie did was making him fall even further in a way he hadn’t thought possible. They were doing household chores for heaven’s sake. It made him consider doing all the rest of the chores just to let Willie do something he enjoyed. After seeing his reaction to Caleb, Alex thought it would lift his spirits more than anything.

“I say we divide and conquer then?” he suggested, putting a hand on Willie’s shoulder and giving it a firm squeeze. Willie tore his eyes away from the unpainted walls to give Alex a puzzled look. Before he could ask questions, though, Alex simply looked him directly in the eyes and nodded toward the room before them, insisting he stay and paint without saying a word. He saw Willie’s expression soften and one corner of his mouth turn up in a delighted smirk once he understood the message.

“Okay,” Willie muttered to him, facing the bare walls with newfound glee.

Willie watched Alex head back down the stairs and he couldn’t help but be overwhelmed with gratitude. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to spend as much time with him as possible - looking into that angelic face as he’d woken up had spun his head more than anything else in his life - but it was just the thought of how he was suddenly in Alex’s world and it was so...different. It vaguely reminded him of hanging out with everyone after the show at the Pearl, but it appeared to be so much deeper and so tight-knit. Julie and Flynn and their families went so far as to stick out their necks for the guys when they really had messed up, and it wasn’t even an obligation. Even being made to do housework for people who were still practically strangers to him felt like he was being taken in with open arms. He had the intruding thought that he’d eventually wear out his welcome.

“So, are we painting everything the same?” he asked Flynn, rubbing his hands together. Flynn wagged a finger and smiled with excitement.

“No,” she teased. Going over to a corner, she lifted two cans of paint, handing one of them to him. Looking at the swatch smeared on the top of the lid, Willie smiled to see a lovely teal, and then sunflower yellow on the can in Flynn’s hands.

“Oooh yes, these are some good choices,” he said, rolling up a sleeve with his free hand. All the worried thoughts could be put aside as they began popping the lids off and mixing the paint. “Have you got a hair tie I could borrow?”

“There is something about a boy asking me that question that just feels amazing,” Flynn commented as she briefly headed out to fetch one. Giggling at her remark, Willie lifted the paint mixer and watched the color drip into the can in fascination. There was something familiar about the notion of painting that made him wonder if it was something he’d done often before. Before forgetting. Would putting the brush in his hand unleash some kind of muscle memory or sense of nostalgia for something he didn’t know he had? Flynn returned with the hair tie and handed it to him, and he immediately pulled his hair back into a small bun.

“Alright, so these walls are gonna be the teal green color,” Flynn instructed, pointing toward the walls furthest from the window. “And these over here are gonna be yellow. I’ll start with the yellow and meet you at the corner, sound good?” Willie nodded at her as she moved her paint supplies over to the opposite side of the room, putting her braids up into a ponytail as well.

“Copy that,” Willie replied.

Once the paint was all mixed they got to work, both silently focused on the task at hand. For a while, all that could be heard was the repetitive swipe of brushes against the texture of the wall. There had been no sweeping rush like Willie imagined, but a gentle comfort quickly took over as he watched the color fill the empty space. He heard a loud buzzing outside and for a moment, peeked out the window to see Alex steady at work mowing the lawn below.

“So,” Flynn started, almost making him jump as he turned his attention to her. “It looks like our skater boy likes to paint; do you do art too? I saw your face.”

Chuckling, Willie hadn’t realized he’d gotten himself stuck in a situation that warranted friendly banter. Out of all of Alex’s friends, though, she was the one he’d seen the most, now that he thought about it. Despite how aggressive she had appeared at first, he really enjoyed her energy.

“Yeah, actually I draw. A lot,” he told her.

“Nice!” she nodded. “What kind of stuff do you draw?”

“People...places,” he said thoughtfully as he continued painting. “Memories.”

Flynn kept nodding, her expression becoming more pensive. “Cool.... Memories are interesting. Did you do a lot of cool things when you were little?”

Willie chewed on his tongue for a minute, realizing she still didn’t know. Even now that he’d been away from Caleb for a while and Alex’s reaction had been so kind, sometimes speaking of his amnesia still felt like something that wasn’t allowed. Regardless, it was a pretty important detail.

“I actually don’t know,” he stated. Flynn’s eyebrows knit together in response. “I was in an accident a little over a year ago, and I don’t remember anything - well, I remember a few things, but not a lot. Whatever I can figure out, I try to draw it so it stays with me.”

She gave him a long sympathetic look. Every time it was different; Alex had been a little shocked but then really sweet, Bessie had merely brushed over it like it wasn’t anything crazy, and now Flynn had her big brown eyes staring with such sadness in them. Again, he wondered how much he had really lost along with his memory. It seemed to be a thing everyone else could properly mourn, knowing the difference, but he couldn’t no matter how much he tried.

“That’s really awful,” she said. “I’m sorry.”

Willie only nodded, accepting her words.

“It sucks, but I manage,” he said. They both resumed painting after noticing they had stopped for a moment.

“I mean, you made it here, which is pretty amazing,” Flynn told him. “Well, not here as in we just picked you up from the police station, but you know, you left Vegas and have your sweet job at the record shop.”

He shrugged, trying to be casual. Those thoughts were getting to him today in a way they hadn’t ever before. The ones that said he was still messing everything up anyway. He was just in a different city with a different job. It was great that he’d miraculously found Alex, which had been his entire goal, but now that he’d passed that step in his plan, life went on. And it hadn’t really become so different, now that Caleb had his hands on things again. There were still so many questions about that as well, because he really did wonder if maybe he had made everything out to be worse in his mind. Caleb had been his guardian for three years and Willie was one of numerous kids - he couldn’t be that insidious, could he?

“I said, ‘you’re dripping paint on your shirt!’” Flynn repeated to him, enunciating loudly and snapping him out of his train of thought.

“Oh,” he started, looking down at his now ruined shirt and then continuing to work on the wall. He could live with it.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked.

He shook his head. “It’s nothing. I just keep thinking.”

“Uh huh. Whole lot of nothing to think about in there.”

Willie shot her a slightly wounded look. She rolled her eyes.

“Sarcasm, sorry. Looks like you have so much on your mind you can’t even function. So what’s up?”

He looked at her, unsure where to begin. It was great that she seemed easy to trust, because it made him less hesitant about talking, but he didn’t want to turn the painting session into something else. His mouth betrayed him though.

“I just keep thinking that maybe I have everything wrong and I brought all the guys down with me,” he confessed. Flynn didn’t respond, but listened quietly. “I met Alex and it was amazing! And I got it in my head that maybe being here with him would make everything better. But it looks like I’m just a bad influence.”

Flynn had nodded along until that last sentence, to which she tilted her head and squinted.

“Hold up,” she said. “Alex told me Caleb was your guardian, right?”

Willie nodded.

“Who also told Alex you were dead for no good reason?”

He nodded again.

“And you think you’re the bad guy here?” She had set down her brush and placed her hands on her hips.

Taking in a deep breath, Willie prepared to explain.

“Well - ”

Flynn simply held up both hands to shut him up.

“Willie. Buddy. You’re just a kid.”

You’re just a kid.

The words echoed around in his brain for a little bit as he let them settle in. She was right. Somehow he’d lost sight of that.

“You made some mistakes, I get it,” she continued. “But you’re not the bad guy. You’re still figuring things out. Actually, you know what I first thought of you? Well, actually, my first thought was that you were some creep who was trying to get into my friend’s concert, but after that, you know who I saw? A really good guy trying to show someone he cared. And bad people don’t do that.”

For a long time Willie just stared back at her in amazement. Somehow Flynn had managed to completely obliterate any other self-deprecating thought he had. It was the most human he’d felt all day. There was a sticky thud as his brush landed on plastic and he rushed to throw his arms around her.

“Oh!” she cried in surprise, slowly accepting the hug in return and patting his back. Willie squeezed her tightly and then stepped back, chuckling to himself as a small wave of embarrassment hit.

“Julie has good taste in friends,” he told her. “You’re really good at those pep talks.”

Flynn beat her chest with her palm and graciously took the compliment.

“Thank you.”

Willie picked up his brush again and continued working. He almost laughed when he had the thought that while he technically already had a boyfriend, Flynn was his first real friend. He was going to make that count.

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jckelly · 4 years ago

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updated intro / jack 101

Is that JACK KELLY? Wow, they do look a lot like VAN MCCANN. I hear HE is an NINETEEN year old FRESHMEN who are studying AEROSPACE ENGINEERING at Luxor University. Word is they are an ARISTOCRAT student. You should watch out because they can be PHILOPHOBIC and INSINCERE, but on the bright side they can also be WITTY and IMAGINATIVE. Ultimately, you’ll get to see it all for yourself. [YUNI, 21, GMT, SHE/HER]

the other two got updated intros n rat man felt left out

basics

full name: jackson noel kelly

nicknames: jack (does not answer to jackson)

date of birth: december 25, 2001

zodiac: capricorn sun, leo ascendant, sagittarius moon

nationality: dual uk and us citizenship

sexual orientation: straight but will try anything once

course: aerospace engineering

appearance

faceclaim: van mccann

voiceclaim: van mccann

ethnicity: white (english, irish)

height: 5′8 / 173cm

weight: 58kg / 127lbs

eye colour: blue

hair colour: brown

distinctive features: freckles (many), left ear pierced, scars on his wrists usually covered by long sleeves, northern english accent

clothing preferences: jack prefers to only wear black, or at a push grey, although he’s slowly improving and will Occasionally mix it up with ... navy. his style is pretty basic, usually just a sweater, jeans, and beat up black converse or doc martens depending on how emo he’s feeling. the sheffield united hoodie makes an appearance every time someone forgets precisely which uk city jack is from.

personality

overview

positive traits: witty, imaginative, perseverant, passionate

negative traits: philophobic, disloyal, insincere, callous

mbti: entp

religious beliefs: atheist

description

the first side most people see of jack is the side he wants you to see. a total asshole. it’s not an exaggeration - he’s pretty much infamous for flirting with everyone, dating anyone and as a serial cheater. he’ll actively try to worm his way into your life, and then just when you start to care, he does something to hurt you. he’s strangely persistent, probably helping him to push people even further, until they snap. there is nothing which satisfies him more than managing to wind people up to the extreme, get them to the point where they give up. adopted parents, friends, nobody is immune to this side - he even tries it on the people he genuinely cares about, as if just to see if he’ll still be able to push them away.

the second side, which most people don’t see, is that at heart jack is a kid. he’s the type of person to ask if owls have ears at 3am, or get some childlike joy out of dumb jokes. of course, this is the side nobody but a very small number of people see. and even if you do see it, it never lasts long. he keeps his true personality under wraps even amongst those he does like, and it only slips out if he’s extremely comfortable with you. otherwise, he’ll go straight back to being a sarcastic, flirty piece of shit.

biography

jackson noel kelly was born in hell on ironically christmas day to his father satan......

jack and his older half brother finn were born in sheffield, united kingdom, to a single mother. a drug addict, she was notorious among social workers for neglecting her children and as a result jack shuffled between foster homes and his mother’s home during his first ten years of life, with finn, less than four years older than him, being his primary carer even when he was back with his birth family. this cycle finally ended when jack was ten and he was permanently removed from his mother’s care, and placed in the first of a series of foster homes which didn’t last particularly long.

the thing was, jack’s remarkably good at pushing people away when he wants to, and as he got older his talents only increased. running away, wreaking havoc, insulting anyone who tried to get close and anything else he could possibly think of meant that for three years he lasted no longer than eight months in any one place. in fact, he frequently took himself back to live with his birth family until social services came to drag him out again. this lifestyle continued until he was fostered by his now adopted parents, claire and george, at thirteen.

much to jack’s dismay, no matter of hell raising would push these newest set of parents away. in fact, they seemed absolutely set on raising him as Their Son, even as his attempts to get them off his back got more and more extravagant. they removed him from his previous school, transferred him to a fancy private school, put him in therapy and tried their best to help him get through all of the issues developed through his slightly fucked up childhood.

the thing was, jack loves his mother. he still refuses to see her as being in the wrong, no matter what people tell him or what he himself recalls, in his mind he has one mother and that’s his birth mother. so he did not take kindly to attempts by his foster parents to become his “new” family, because in jack’s mind? he already had a family. and even though they were actively encouraging him to continue contact with his brother, he couldn’t help but see them as trying to replace his birth family.

jack’s fifteenth year pretty much became the year when all of these issues finally came to a head. he was adopted legally by his foster parents, who had now been fostering him for two years - which should have been a happy occasion, but for jack represented the final loss, the final betrayal to his birth mother and brother. then shortly after his fifteenth birthday his brother went to prison at eighteen for grievous bodily harm, having glassed another boy after an argument.

of course, it would later be revealed that in actuality the assault had been committed by jack. and that finn was simply covering for him. (they looked alike enough that questions were not raised, it had happened so fast.) but in the eyes of jack’s adopted parents, finn was now a dangerous offender and jack had to be protected from him. so he was then isolated from his brother, his mother had relapsed and his continuous guilt over being adopted played on his mind, culminating in a suicide attempt in march 2017.

of course, he wasn’t successful, but this was the final straw in the minds of his adopted parents. they felt jack needed a fresh start, away from the people who had defined his life prior to that point. so by his sixteenth birthday, jack had been moved to the united states to be near the family of his adopted mother, and subsequently enrolled in luxor academy.

where he continued to be a menace :))

although it did appear, for some time, that jack was showing signs of improvement. sure, he was still wreaking havoc at luxor. but at home, he had calmed, even showing signs of affection to his adopted family. until his mother overdosed suddenly and died when jack was eighteen and things started to immediately go straight downhill again.

he can’t help but blame himself, for allowing himself to be moved. for the move being his fault, if he’s being honest. and if the honesty continues, jack’s got a whole lot of other stuff to blame on himself. (see: ruining his brother’s life.) so now he’s just taking shit out on everyone to try and make them a fraction as miserable as him.

npc connections

birth fam

finn kelly / fc: jake bugg / b. may 10 1998 / taurus sun, gemini ascendant, pisces moon

finley, who also refuses to use his full name, is jack’s older brother - same mother, different father. jack thinks he’s boring because he doesn’t raise hell with every opportunity. finn calls this “being a sane person.” went to prison for jack and regrets it. pastimes include crying over murakami books and trying to look shocked when jack tells him about the newest crisis he’s having.

lauren kelly / fc: elena tonra / b. february 20 1983 - d. april 1 2020 / pisces sun, aries ascendant, leo moon

jack’s birth mother, who was still a teenager when he and finn were born. she was an on again, off again drug addict and had jack removed from her care when he was ten due to continued neglect. instilled in him a love for oasis and a hefty number of mental health issues. looked pretty much exactly like jack.

jordan taylor / fc: alex turner / b. october 12 1984 / libra sun, leo ascendant, virgo moon

jack’s birth father, who he knows little about. not for lack of trying on his father’s part, who was prevented from seeing jack as a child by his birth mother and blocked from trying to make contact by jack’s refusal to interact. he keeps trying to message jack and jack is running out of daddy issues memes to respond with. finn thinks jack should give him a chance to redeem himself. jack thinks finn should fuck off.

adopted fam

claire fielding / fc: julia roberts / b. may 12 1964 / taurus sun, cancer ascendant, leo moon

jack’s adopted mother. loves him very much and is convinced he is a sweet boy who just needs love and help. has written a memoir about adopting jack. jack is mad at her constantly. when he is not mad at her, he is embarrassed by her existence. honestly deserves better.

george fielding / fc: timothy olyphant / b. november 6, 1963 / scorpio sun, capricorn ascendant, virgo moon

is proud of jack, but very deep down underneath a strong layer of calling jack out on his bullshit. has some loud ass shouting matches with jack. also really wishes jack would sort his hair out and maybe not look like a cheap liam gallagher. jack honestly just winds him up constantly and he knows jack is doing it but goddamnit it’s so hard to not be mad at the little rat.

other

maisie adeyemi / fc: yewande biala / b. january 6, 1997 / capricorn sun, sagittarius ascendant, aries moon

finn’s fiancee. her goal in life is to try to get jack to ruin finn’s life at least 70% less often. she has yet to achieve this goal. her love language is setting finn’s phone to silent when he goes to bed to stop jack from phoning in with some sort of random crisis at four in the morning because the little shit forgot timezones exist. finn will never find out. maisie is grateful that men have no brains.

#luxorintro #abuse tw #neglect tw #drugs tw #death tw #suicide tw #depression tw

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skateboardtotheheart · 4 years ago

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Alex vs The Homo Sapiens Agenda

hello, everyone! i’ve been working on a fic titled “Alex vs The Homo Sapiens Agenda” for quite a long while, and i’m finally biting the bullet and posting the first chapter. this fic is based on the novel "Simon vs. The Homo Sapiens Agenda" by Becky Albertalli! it will be very closely based on the book, as well as some things from the movie "Love, Simon", and you may find dialogue or details that you recognize from either version of Becky Albertalli's story! i have no rights to the novel/movie or the JATP characters depicted in this fic. that said, there are a lot of details that are changed, and you'll be able to spot those really easily. this fic will be crossposted to my AO3 and can be located HERE.

like i said, this fic has been a long time coming, and there is tons and tons i have planned for it. here on tumblr, i will be posting things like extra details, bonus content, and maybe some sneak previews! for now, let’s get into the fic!

SUMMARY: Alex Mercer is just like everyone else- only he has one huge ass secret. Nobody knows that he's gay, not even his closest friends and bandmates Luke, Reggie, and Julie. The only time he's ever mentioned it to someone, it was in an anonymous email chain with Ghost, another Los Feliz High School student. Alex can't risk coming out to anyone, but when his emails fall into the wrong hands, his secret is at risk of being thrust into a spotlight. Suddenly an already stressful junior year is all that more complicated as he juggles everyday drama, the school's annual band competition, blackmail, and trying not to lose his shot with the best guy he's ever met.

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Everything about this conversation is so out of the box of normal that I barely even register what's happening. Of course I'm the type of person who can't tell when this- something so crazy and awful and stressful and honest to God what the hell is happening- is going on. In my defense, Caleb Covington has never spoken to me before. I had no reason to assume that the first time he did, it would be to blackmail me.

We're taking a water break in the bleachers when Caleb saunters over. No greeting, no introduction- just words to send my entire junior year of high school spinning on its head.

"I read your email."

I swallow my water. "What?"

Caleb raises an eyebrow at me, and there's no other way to describe it but menacing. It's funny looking back on it all; I'd always heard Caleb was a really nice guy.

"I was in the library. And I read your email."

"You read my email?"

"Not on purpose. You really should have logged out of Gmail."

There's nothing I can do but stare at him, dumbfounded. What in the name of David Bowie is happening right now?

Caleb, thankfully, stops towering over me and takes a seat in the bleachers, a foot or so away. To anyone else, it might look like we're friends. To me, it feels like I can't breathe.

"Why the fake name?" Caleb asks, and my entire soul screams a wish that he would stop being so casual about this.

I want to tell him that the point of a fake name is to keep people like Caleb Covington from knowing my secret. Way to freaking go, Alex. He must have seen me sitting at the computer like the monumental dumbass I am.

"Would it interest you to know my cousin is gay?"

"Um. No, Caleb. It really wouldn't."

He still has his eyebrow raised and a small smirk on his face. If I focus hard enough- kind of impossible right now- I can picture Luke punching it right off his face.

"What do you want Caleb?"

This is the longest five minute water break of my life.

"Look, Mercer, I don't have a problem with it. It's not a big deal."

Yes, it really is. It's a huge monster of a deal. This is the biggest disaster since Luke slammed his fingers in a door and couldn't play his guitar.

"But. . ." Caleb drags out, and I can feel my leg bouncing quicker by the second. "It's pretty clear to me that you'd rather keep it all hush, hush."

I mean. Yeah. Kind of. The coming out thing doesn't scare me that much. Except it does. Because if people know then my parents will know and if my parents know then my whole family will know and if my whole family knows then I've become like a living, gay, everyone-finds-out version of If You Give A Mouse A Cookie, and I'd rather die than have that happen. So maybe the coming out thing does scare me. But the biggest problem if people found out?

Ghost.

I have absolutely no idea what it would mean for Ghost if Caleb was going to tell anyone. The thing about Ghost is he's a pretty private person. I bet he wouldn't forget to log out of his email so people like Caleb Covington wouldn't see it. I bet there's a good chance he'll never forgive me if he finds out about this. So really, I have absolutely no freaking clue what would happen to Ghost- to us.

And I'm still sitting in these stupid gym bleachers, the pink hydroflask Reggie bought me limp in my hand, desperately wishing Carrie would call an end to this godforsaken water break. I can't believe I'm having this conversation with Caleb right now. Why couldn't anyone else have logged into Gmail after me? Why was I so impatient to see if Ghost had emailed me back that I used the freaking school computers? Why did this stupid school insist on blocking the wireless so I had had no choice but to use the school computers? But it had been one of those days where I couldn't even wait to get out of dance practice to check my phone in my car.

I'd emailed Ghost this morning, and it had been a pretty big email. I was desperate to know if he'd emailed back.

I must have been just staring at Caleb for a while because he cocked his head at me and said, "Don't worry, Mercer. I'm not going to show anyone."

I take a relieved breath. Then my hydroflask finally slips from my fingers as I freeze, and the sound echoes through the gym. I don't even look at the rest of the dancers when their laughs break out.

"Show anyone?" I ask.

Caleb leans in a little bit, smirk wider on his face. I feel sick.

"Did you- oh my god, did you screenshot my emails?"

"Yes, see, I wanted to talk to you about that."

"You took a fucking screenshot?" I hiss out, thankful I'd put my stuff farther away from the rest of the dance team today.

Caleb has the audacity to roll his eyes. "I've heard you're in a band with-"

"What the fuck does that have to do with- Let's go back to how you screenshot my email."

"Or you can shut up and listen to what I have to say."

Something about the way Caleb's gaze catches you, it's hard to do anything but what he says. Fuck.

"I believe we may be in a position to help each other out."

Jesus Christ, what 18 year old talks like this?

"Why the hell would I do anything for you?"

It's a stupid question, I realize as he stares at me calmly. Calmly. Like this isn't the end of my life. Whatever he wants right now, it'll be in exchange. I do this, and he doesn't broadcast my private emails with Ghost to the entire student body.

All this time and I really thought Caleb was supposed to be this nice guy. Fuck me.

"You're going to make me do whatever you want?"

Caleb tsk'd like the condescending bastard he clearly is. "Well, now. I'm not making you do anything."

"But if I don't help you, you'll what? Post my emails on the fucking tumblr?"

LosFelizSecrets. The bane of every Los Feliz student's existence. Ground zero for more gossip than anyone in their right mind knows what to do with. A school of almost 3,000 kids but if it's on the tumblr, most people know within a day. A complete and utter hellscape disguised as a blog.

When Caleb stays quiet, I speak again. "What do you want from me, Caleb?"

He sneers.

"Music of the Night."

Once again, I'm stuck staring at him. Music of the Night? That's what this is about?

"Your band is signed up, as is mine. The HGC lost to Dirty Candy last year, and I will not lose again this year."

Music of the Night is this competition Los Feliz holds every year as part of the music program. At the end of the year, there's this huge concert held at the Orpheum theatre in Hollywood. At the beginning of the school year, anyone can sign up. Then each band has 4 months to perform at school events, outside gigs and parties, and whenever they have an opportunity, really. During winter break, the student body votes on who the headliner of the concert will be. Last year, the headliner was Dirty Candy. Because they won last year, they're out of the running this year and are in charge of organization and things for the concert. This year, I was hoping the headliner would be Julie and the Phantoms. My band. Caleb and his band HGC has entered the competition every year, and he's never won. He's a senior, and I know this will be his last chance. I also know who his biggest competition is.

Us.

"So. . . what? You want me to sabotage my own band?"

I feel breathless and dizzy as I ask. Caleb just shrugs casually.

"Whatever you need to do. So long as it's my band that gets the votes. Like I said, I think we can help each other out. Think about it."

Caleb winks- he actually winks- and walks away. I stare dumbly after him. No way. No, I'm not doing this. I can live with being outed. Right?

But my thoughts travel to Ghost. Because he's a part of this, too. He goes to Los Feliz, and he's my age, and he uses a fake name, and he's not out.

Ghost isn't out, and Caleb has my emails.

Fuck.

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Any hope I have of forgetting about that stupid conversation clearly isn’t worth it. I have an hour before dinner, and right now I’m basically willing to do anything to avoid my family. Trying to talk to my parents is exhausting. You can’t just get away with telling them your day was good or bad. No, you have to ring out every excruciating little detail. Everything that happens in my or my siblings’ life, they want to know about it. In all honesty, I used to love telling them all that stuff. Now I can’t get away from them fast enough. Especially today. I’m barely in the house long enough to put my backpack in my room before I’m slipping out the back door and leaving again.

I try to drown out my thoughts with Axl Rose screaming into my earbuds. But my mind is stuck on Ghost, emails, and Caleb freaking Covington. Caleb wants to win Music of the Night. I can’t exactly blame him for that. Everyone wants to win it.

Except he’s blackmailing me. And by extension, he’s blackmailing Ghost. And that makes me want to hyperventilate a little bit. Maybe go scream somewhere.

But Axl Rose is helping. The familiar route of walking to Luke’s is helping. We don’t get much of a fall in LA, but the air feels a little crisper in mid October, and I can already see the houses that are getting ready for Halloween.

When I reach Luke’s house, I don’t even bother going through the front door. I just cut through his backyard and head through the backdoor right next to Luke’s bedroom. I hear them before I see them. Reggie’s laugh fills the air, paired with a frustrated groan from Luke. They’re sitting side by side on Luke’s bed, facing the small tv with some video game I’ve never seen on the screen. They look like they haven’t moved in hours. Luke pauses the game as soon as he sees me, waving, and I can’t help but smile a little bit. The guy won’t put down his guitar for you, but he’ll pause a video game or movie without a second thought.

“Great, you’re here! Tell Luke he’s shit at this game and he should let me play Mario Kart.”

I roll my eyes, “Dance was great, Reg. Thanks for asking.”

Reggie sticks out his tongue, and I crack a smile. This is the most comfortable I’ve felt all afternoon. I throw myself into the beat up bean bag chair Luke keeps in his room.

“Luke, you’re shit at this game and Reggie wants to play Mario Kart.”

Luke gapes at me, a betrayed gleam in his eyes, but I just shrug. Luke grumbles a bit as he gets up to switch out the game, and Reggie whoops in victory. I let out a soft sigh. I think I needed this. The chaos of Reggie and Luke playing whatever game, the strange mix of leather, Axe, and his mom’s Hawaiian Breeze cleaner that makes Luke’s room smell awful and entirely wonderful at the same time, and the familiarity of Luke and Reggie. Everything just fits right when I’m with them.

As Luke sets up the game, Reggie looks at me excitedly. “Alex, Luke hasn’t heard about le wedgie.”

I snort a little, “Ah, yes. Le wedgie. C’est une histoire touchante.”

I don’t know why Reggie bothered to wait for me to tell the story; he’s the far better storyteller between us. Maybe it’s just because I’m better at French.

Luke stares at me, “English, please?”

Reggie and I thought we’d be fancy and take something fun like French for our required language credits. Luke decided to take something actually useful and learn sign language. This story is stupid, and my reenactment is stupid, but it feels kind of perfect. Like Caleb and secrets are all things of my imagination, and nothing exists but this bedroom and me, Luke, and Reggie. Benefits of having known these dorks since elementary school, I guess.

About as they finish the second race in Mario Kart, Luke lets out a yawn. Reggie reacts so quickly I barely realize what he’s doing. He grabs a crumpled up Hershey’s Kiss wrapper from Luke’s nightstand and throws it into Luke’s mouth. Luke sees it just in time to clamp his mouth shut. Reggie sighs in defeat, but shrugs.

“Keep yawning, I’ll get you one of these times.”

“Why are you so tired?”

“Because I party real hard. All night, every night, baby,” Luke says, slamming Reggie’s bike with a green turtle shell.

“Alone in your room with your guitar. Some party that is,” Reggie retaliated with a bomb thrown in Luke’s direction.

As the race finishes Luke yawns again, and Reggie’s Kiss wrapper bounces off his cheek.

“I just keep having these weird dreams,” he explains.

I raise my eyebrows. “TMI, dude.”

“Not that kind of dream!” Luke tosses the wrappers at me, Reggie cackling beside him.

Luke starts explaining his dream- something about every time he started playing his guitar his cord had magically unplugged itself from his amp- and Reggie and I just share a look. We were used to Luke being in his weird, feels-the-need-to-analyze-everything moods. But even after all these years, it was almost like a movie, watching Luke get so weirdly passionate about things- music and otherwise. It made me glad that Luke was a brother to me by everything but blood. Partly because if he wasn’t, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stop myself from falling for him. And I have a strict policy about not falling for straight guys.

To everyone but me and Reggie- immune to him after knowing pretty much every thought that’s ever gone through his head since elementary school- there’s this pull to Luke. Like he casts a spell that has everyone in a 10 mile radius tripping at his feet and each and every girl swooning. Poor Julie is not immune to the spell, it seems. Lucky for her though, Luke doesn’t seem immune to her either.

It took barely a few weeks into the school year before I noticed Luke switching seats with Willie Meyers at lunch to increase the odds he’d end up right next to Julie. Then there’s that stupid, puppy-dog, love-sick look in his eyes that Luke gets every time he thinks Julie isn’t looking. And it’s not like Reggie and I haven’t put up with a pining Luke before, but everything seems a little different with Julie. It makes me think of Ghost.

Would I look like that if I saw him in person? Would he look at me like that?

If Caleb leaks my emails and Ghost hates me forever, I don’t think I’ll ever find out.

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chapter one complete!

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