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bixels · 11 months ago

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Learning that fans hated Applejack and called her "boring" is crazyyy to me because I genuinely, unironically believe AJ's the most complex character in the main six.

Backstory-wise, she was born into a family of famers/blue collar workers who helped found the town she lives in. She grew up a habitual liar until she had the bad habit traumatized outta her. She lost both her parents and was orphaned at a young age, having to step up as her baby sister's mother figure. She's the only person in the main gang who's experienced this level of loss and grief (A Royal Problem reveals that AJ dreams about memories of being held by her parents as a baby). She moved to Manhattan to live with her wealthy family members, only to realize she'll never fit in or be accepted, even amongst her own family. The earlier seasons imply she and her family had money problems too (In The Ticket Master, AJ wants to go to the gala to earn money to buy new farm equipment and afford hip surgery for her grandma).

Personality-wise, she's a total people-pleaser/steamroller (with an occasional savior complex) who places her self worth on her independence and usefulness for other people, causing her to become a complete workaholic. In Applebuck Season, AJ stops taking care of herself because of her obsessive responsibilities for others and becomes completely dysfunctional. In Apple Family Reunion, AJ has a tearful breakdown because in she thinks she dishonored her family and tarnished her reputation as a potential leader –– an expectation and anxiety that's directly tied to her deceased parents, as shown in the episode's ending scene. In The Last Roundup, AJ abandons her family and friends out of shame because believes she failed them by not earning 1st place in a rodeo competition. She completely spirals emotionally when she isn't able to fulfill her duties toward others. Her need to be the best manifests in intense pride and competitiveness when others challenge her. And when her pride's broken, she cowers and physically hides herself.

Moreover, it's strongly implied that AJ has a deep-seated anger. The comics explore her ranting outbursts more. EQG also obviously has AJ yelling at and insulting Rarity in a jealous fit just to hurt her feelings (with a line that I could write a whole dissection on). And I'm certain I read in a post somewhere that in a Gameloft event, AJ's negative traits are listed as anger.

Subtextually, a lot of these flaws and anxieties can be (retroactively) linked to her parents' death, forcing her to grow up too quickly to become the adult/caregiver of the family (especially after her big brother becomes semiverbal). Notice how throughout the series, she's constantly acting as the "mom friend" of the group (despite everything, she manages to be the most emotionally mature of the bunch). Notice how AJ'll switch to a quieter, calmer tone when her friends are panicking and use soothing prompts and questions to talk them through their emotions/problems; something she'd definitely pick up while raising a child. Same with her stoicism and reluctance at crying or releasing emotions (something Pinkie explicitly points out). She also had a childhood relationship with Rara (which, if you were to give a queer reading, could easy be interpreted as her first 'aha' crush), who eventually left her life. (Interestingly enough, AJ also has an angry outburst with Rara for the same exact reasons as with EQG Rarity; jealous, upset that someone else is using and changing her). It's not hard to imagine an AJ with separation anxiety stemming from her mother and childhood friend/crush leaving. I'm also not above reading into AJ's relationship with her little sister (Y'all ever think about how AB never got to know her parents, even though she shares her father's colors and her mother's curly hair?).

AJ's stubbornness is a symptom of growing up too quickly as well. Who else to play with your baby sister when your brother goes nonverbal (not to discount Big Mac's role in raising AB)? Who else to wake up in the middle of the night to care for your crying baby sister when your grandma needs her rest? When you need to be 100% all the time for your family, you tend to become hard-stuck with a sense of moral superiority. You know what's best because you have to be your best because if you're aren't your best, then everything'll inevitably fall apart and it'll be your fault. And if you don't know what's best –– if you've been wrong the whole time –– that means you haven't been your best, which means you've failed the people who rely on you, which means you can't fulfill your role in the family/society, which makes you worthless . We've seen time and time again how this compulsive need to be right for the sake of others becomes self-destructive (Apple Family Reunion, Sound of Silence, all competitions against RD). We've seen in The Last Roundup how, when no longer at her best, AJ would rather remove herself from her community than confront them because she no longer feels of use to them.

But I guess it is kinda weird that AJ has "masculine" traits and isn't interested in men at all. It's totally justified that an aggressively straight, misogynistic male fandom would characterize her as a "boring background character." /s

At the time of writing this, it's 4:46AM.

#mlp #yeah i wrote this last night during insomnia.#yeah i know an embarrassing amount of crap about this kids show #but whatever it's my hyperfixation i'll store as much useless information as i want!!!#i'm gay and neurodivergent i have an excuse #in case you needed more proof that aj's my favorite character #personal #delete later #unless you like this analysis stuff #i get why they didn't reveal aj's parent's death until way later and why they didn't do much with it but i wish they did #cuz narratively there could've been so much material with aj's grief. like. i feel like we gloss over the fact that she lost her #mother and father as a teenager #i tried keeping my personal hcs out of this to keep it unbiased #but i'll put some in the tags #involving rarijack –– i think aj can be (but not always) very self-conscious about her relationship with rarity #anxieties that she's not the right fit or that rarity will move away and leave her some day or that another woman will take her attention #(like in rollercoaster of friendship?? nudge nudge??). basic seperation anxiety stuff #long post #regarding applebloom whenever i think about her and her parents i think about that scene in steven universe where steven looks up at #a portrait of his mother and openly wonders what kind of sack lunches she would've made for him. that episode still fucks me up

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celeste-clearwater-06 · 2 months ago

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The Kitchen Window (pt. 1)

(Bayverse! Raphael x F! Reader)

desc- (your peace in a quiet, less than fancy apartment is being disturbed by noises in the late night hours of New York. it's none of your business- until it is.)

warnings - some mild violence

word count - 3.1k

Since you moved into that inexpensive apartment complex in lower Manhattan, you’ve remembered the alley outside of your little kitchen window being shady. Littered with garbage, cold, and dark enough during the day to shade any odd or illegal happenings. And the manhole, set dead centered, right beneath the fire escape. Late every night, like clockwork, you can hear it clatter open, all the way from your bedroom. Loud. Obnoxious. And, up until recently, absolutely none of your business to handle.

You’ve witnessed more than your fair share of crimes in that alleyway, and frankly (not that anyone could blame you), you’d wanted nothing to do with whoever or whatever was responsible for making all that noise. Whoever it was, messing with the manhole cover and clambering up the fire escape ladder, seemed completely uninterested (or unimpressed) with your quaint little home. No break-ins, no uninvited visitors, or robberies. The only thing they disturbed, were your sleeping hours. You had to wake up early for your job, and the scrape of heavy steel against concrete echoing up brick walls at the ripe hour of one in the morning was enough piss you off royally.

But alas, with the fear of interfering with some criminal activities and getting your uninvolved ass kicked, was enough to keep you in your bed and away from the windows, when your tired eyes blink open. So you keep to yourself.

Until you couldn’t.

A Friday is what keeps you up late one night. No work to be expected at 6 on a Saturday, a box of takeout from a locally owned Chinese restaurant, and the newest season of your favorite show playing on the tv in your room to keep you comfortable. You settle in your bed, a comforter pulled up to your waist, and a flimsy box of the best white rice and orange chicken you’ve ever tasted. You snicker at the thought of eating in your bed without anyone telling you it wasn’t allowed. Your mother would kill you. But you indulge anyway. This is what adult freedom is all about, isn’t it?

The show starts, and you shuffle your butt further into the mattress and take the first bite of the Chinese that warms your insides. So good.

The tv hums and you watch intently, taking small uninterested bites as the character reveals an insanely unexpected plot twist, when your phone buzzes somewhere off to your left and it pulls your attention from the tv. As you reach for it, the box of food tumbles and spills out onto the blanket. Fucking great. Just your luck. A dramatic and childish groan spills from you, annoyance apparent. What idiot forgets napkins when they’re eating in their bed? You could just hear your mom’s chastising now. Phone forgotten, you carefully slide from the bed and rush out to the kitchen to grab paper towels to clean up your mess.

The moment your foot hit that first cool, floor tile is when everything became your business.

The kitchen is dark, besides the warm, overhead light above the stove. It’s enough to light up the counters and paper towel rack on the wall, where you reach to pull a few from the roll. You glance at the stove clock.

1:03

The scraping of metal outside the adjacent window to your left pulls your attention away. You don’t know why your heart is racing. It’s always the same noise, at the same time, every night. But you're close now, close enough to let whoever is out there catch a glimpse of you in your window and draw unwanted attention to yourself. So why are you tiptoeing your way over to it, and leaning over the sink to peak outside in the dark?

It’s hard to see 2 floors down, but the room is just dark enough to let your eyes adjust and focus on the manhole, already covered again. There are whispers coming from below the fire escape, deep, masculine. And multiple voices that are fighting to stay quiet, but still harshly exchanging words. A quiet laugh. The words are hard to make out with them being just barely loud enough and overlapping.

“Come on. Quit goofing around.”

The steel balcony begins to tremble. They were climbing. The shadow of the top of one of the strangers' heads barely appears before you duck down quickly to the tile in fear of being seen.

“Hurry up Lee!”

“I’m trying, the metal’s slick!”

You can hear your heart pounding in your ears, almost drowning out their hushed voices and clanking of metal as they scale the ladder. Their shadows in front of the moonlight, huge and quick, are scattered across the floor. You wanted to just keep to yourself, to mind your own business, and avoid any and all unnecessary stress in your simple life, but that didn’t override the urge to turn and try to see what was going on just beyond the window.

Still crouched on the floor, eyes peeking above the counter, you see the silhouette of a foot leave a step and disappear above your window as they continue to scale the metal scaffolding. Their voices continued to quietly trail and climb up the side of the complex until they all but vanished from your earshot. It seemed the strangers were gone, and you were back to whatever comfort you offered yourself. Of course you were wrong. Just a few seconds longer, you could have waited, to bring yourself slowly from the floor, knees popping (curse your family’s poor joints) and a hand on the countertop to keep your balance. You lean forward once again, trying to peek upwards for any sign of the culprits.

A deep grunt and heavy thud on the balcony right in front of your face jolts your eyes directly forward to meet deep green eyes just beyond the glass. Your heart drops to your stomach at the suddenness of it all, a scaly, scarred beak-looking mouth opens in shock.

What. The fuck.

You want to shout, but nothing except a pearl-clutching gasp comes out when you stumble backwards and your ass makes contact with the hard flooring. You just wanted some napkins.

And now there’s a towering, impossible looking thing outside your window. A giant, dark, mountain of pure muscle, is staring back at you, looking twice as horrified as you feel. When you blink, whoever it is is gone, already clambering up the fire escape.

You scramble up onto your feet once again and reach to yank the window upwards all the way and stick your head out. They’re gone, all of them. Above you, there’s shouts echoing on the rooftop. You can’t bring yourself to come out. It’s not supposed to be your business. So then, why is it that when you look down and see some sort of steel, three pronged weapon on the balcony, glinting in the moonlight, that you decide to climb out and bring it through your window.

Now it's your business, as you hold it in your shaking hand in the quiet of your little kitchenette and wonder what the hell just happened.

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The next week is quiet. You haven’t heard that all too familiar echo in the alley as you sleep. Not that you’d really been sleeping anyway. Or going to your locked kitchen window. You just sit in your bed, scrolling on your phone through countless news articles of strange noises in the midnight hours of New York. And the weapon rests on your bedside table for you to stare at as you recall the near traumatic experience a few night’s prior. A token of your bravery. Or whatever you want to call it. You’ve run your fingers over its sleek metal prongs many-a-time. A sai, you figured out, after an easy google search. They typically come in pairs, which meant that it was probably the twin to an identical one the stranger had. You’ve concluded it was an accident in their scurrying away out of terror. Ironic. Typically a strange, massive alienistic creature thing wouldn’t scurry from a defenseless person. They probably didn’t want to be seen. Also ironic, since that was also your goal. And here you sit on your couch remembering those strikingly human eyes. The more you sink in thought, the more curious you become, the more questions you ask yourself. And the more you want to see it again.

Your mother would advise against it of course, ever the worrier. And her voice is nagging in the back of your head telling you to just keep to yourself.

“New York is not as safe as it is here,” she warned you, “It’s best to just be careful. Keep your nose out of things you’re not involved in. You’ll be better off that way.”

Now you can’t.

You wonder if the other strangers looked like the one you’d seen up close. Were they as huge and mysterious as it? Did they have their own weapons? Were their eyes as strong in color and captivity? That was the kicker. Because as mortified as you had been, they seemed to just take hold of your every waking moment and painted onto the back of your eyelids every time you blinked.

You wanted to see them again, out of what you could only describe as morbid curiosity.

What else seemed to be so shocking was the fact that as large, and almost dangerous, as they looked, they wanted nothing to do with you. Or anybody for that matter. They were sneaky. And they’d been using your alley, since you moved in, and likely long before then, to get access to your rooftop and go along their merry way. You had nobody to talk to about this. Not that you had many friends to begin with anyhow. Besides your surface-level coworkers, and pleasant enough neighbors, you really had no one. Maybe your brother. But Vern was always busy with his own stuff. Off lollygagging in ego-land. It was funny enough you moved to New York to be closer to him, and yet you kept your distances with such different jobs and responsibilities. Big town, big dreams Vern, and little old, simple, you.

You know he would think you're something shy of insane if you told him something like this. Whatever. You were fine on your own.

And so you’d figure this one out on your own.

It took a full shift at your job to try and pull together some sort of idea, and what you had in mind didn’t seem too crazy. Though it seemed to drag on forever, another weekend came to you, a late night where this time you’d feel prepared enough to see this stranger again. It was a great idea in theory. Leaving the window just slightly open, and setting the sai on its sill. You realize, to an outsider it would look like a mousetrap. Like bait. But maybe a peace treaty could be taken from its exterior appearance. Maybe. You, at the very least, could just let it sit and allow the weapon’s owner to be reunited with it. And you did.

Waiting in your room seemed like such a trek from the kitchen, for such a quick shadow that kept to themselves in the night. You’d hoped to at least catch another glimpse of them in the moonlight. So you take to the hiding spot from the night prior, crouched close to the floor right under the sink, leaning against a cabinet and watching the oven tick its way to one. You waited. Time slugged its way along.

1:07

1:20

1:34

Disappointment sunk in your gut as you watch the clock roll and no sign of the sai’s owner. Until you hear the unmistakable sound of footsteps on the fire escape. Your heart races like it did the first time, as they climb higher up and land gently on the main footing. You peek your head just slightly to hear a quiet huff, and a hand reaches through the window and settles on the weapon.

You stand quickly, to try and stop the silhouette, and catch those eyes again. It’s not anyone you’re expecting. It’s a man, in a black baseball cap and dark clothes, and a wild look in his eyes.

“What are you doing?!” You don’t mean to shout but it startles him and he lets go of the sai, leaving it to clatter loudly into the sink. He stares at you, long, hard, and without a muscle in his face twitching, he’s moving towards the open window, and reaching for you.

“Stop! STOP!”

Your arm is snatched in an iron tight grip and he’s roughly trying to drag you out onto the fire escape. Pulling away seems fruitless, but the counter serves as a barrier between the two of you. It presses rough into your lower stomach as you struggle.

“Come on babe,” he grunts, low and foul. A hand reaches into the pocket of his hoodie, while the other holds your wrist through the passage of the window.

“Let GO!” You don’t want to see whatever he’s pulling from the sheath of his pocket, and you don’t even get the chance before a blur of pure strength lands on his right and knocks him over, losing his grip on you and sending you flying backwards onto the floor. You can’t see the man anymore from where you sit, gawking at the mountain of a figure that far surpasses the height of your window. They tower over his trembling voice that floats into your kitchen.

“What the hell ARE you?!” You hear him move up to his feet, huffing out shaky breaths.

“Your worst nightmare.” Their voice is a low, brooding, masculine growl that rumbles from their throat, “the fuck do you think you’re doing, breaking into some girls house, huh?”

They reach down and with zero effort, lift the man from his feet by the collar of his jacket, as he squeaks out a pathetic noise. You can’t tear your eyes away. They turn and throw him onto the stairs. He yelps, and you hear a punch make contact with the side of his face. They lean down close to his face, just out of your view. You can’t bring yourself to stand, or bring any attention to yourself. It’s none of your business what they say.

“If I see your face around here again, you’re a dead man.” They say in a hushed voice, “you hear me?”

The man doesn’t say anything, just shudders out a weak breath. You assume he nods

“Get the fuck out of here.”

They grab him again and turn back the other way before you hear him shout like a kicked puppy. He hits the ground with a pained cry, and then it’s quiet after his sobs slink away into the night. And as it stills, your saving grace is staring back at you through your window, eyes shadowed. They lean down just slightly enough so that you can hear.

“You okay in there?”

His voice is softer now, still low in pitch, but, far less fucking mortifying. You catch the lilt of a Brooklyn accent.

“Yeah,” is all that you can breathlessly muster. It’s all he needs to turn and leap up the stairs. You jump before you can process and practically shove your whole upper half out of the window.

“Wait!”

He’s nearly at the top, but when you call out, he stops. You get a good look at the silhouette in front of the early morning moon. Huge, broad shoulders slump with an annoyed, defeated huff, behind an armored shell. A fucking shell. He doesn't reply, waiting for you to say something.

“Is this yours?” you ask. It’s hesitant and gentle, like consoling an injured animal.

Your outreached hand holds the sai out to him. He turns to look, eyes widening at your offer. You’re surprised when he leaps back down to your balcony and you flinch back into the window, arm still outreached but shaking. The clear view of him makes your lungs stagger. A giant turtle. Huge rolling muscles, scales and scattered scars are looming far past your height and staring down at you. You feel infinitely small. Those striking eyes flick undecidedly between you and the outstretched hand, enveloped in a red bandanna that wraps over his head.

“I’ve been looking for this.”

A huge, three fingered hand pulls it from your grip. You can feel the tough scales brush over your soft skin, and you don’t even try to hide the amazed shudder.

“Thanks.”

You can’t think of anything to say, just staring up at them in astonishment as he pulled the other identical weapon from a hilt on his hip. A soft upwards tilt of the mouth indicates a smile. It disappears when those eyes are suddenly locked onto yours again.

“Got something you wanna say?” Suddenly the gruff exterior you witnessed not moments ago was back, as he shoved the sais in their respective hilts, and crossed impossibly huge arms over a broad chest.

“Thank you,” you whispered out. His eyes softened again, but not fully breaking the intimidating show they put on. To you, it seemed like a surprise to this savior that you were thanking him for saving your life.

“Yeah don’t mention it,” he turned, “Look out for yourself,” he was trying to leave, bracing to scale the steps once again.

“Wait.”

You shot your hand out without thinking, touching one of hjs arms, cool textured skin over rolling muscles. His head whipped around in surprise, eyes wide. You immediately yanked your arm back through the window.

“I-I don’t…Sorry,” you squeak out, “Tell me your name.”

The turtle squinted just slightly. A deep green, scanning, gauging, trying to see if you were playing at something. Suspicious. Untrusting.

“Please.” You huff.

“Your worst nightmare.” His grin surprised you.

And with that, he was gone. You watched, an incredulous, idiotic smile crawling it’s way across your features, as he vaulted up the top of the stairs and then pushed off to the adjacent roof of the building with an unbelievable amount of strength, tails of that unforgettable red bandanna flitting behind him, and he took off into the early hours of the morning. You're left hanging, bewildered, out of your kitchen window.

A fucking turtle. Is all you can think.

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noellawrites · 4 months ago

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Belly of the Beast - Sonny Carisi x reader

summary: Reader has been hooking up with Sonny and gets kidnapped by William Lewis, who is determined to get them pregnant against their will. Reader does eventually become pregnant and is unsure of the paternity of the baby.

AFAB reader but no specific pronouns used.

warnings: rape, abduction, torture, pregnancy, discussion of abortion, canon-typical violence

The night before you were taken was completely normal. No alarm bells ringing in your brain, no voice telling you not to go into work the following day. You were spending the night with your co-worker, Sonny Carisi, and having amazing sex as usual. It was the kind of intimate intercourse that was normal with him, making you feel so special and loved.

As detectives in the same Manhattan SVU squad, you had to keep your companionship a secret. You both loved your jobs and you knew it could cause trouble if anyone found out. Besides, Sonny was brand new to the squad, and you knew Liv would transfer one of you in a heartbeat if she found out.

It happened so fast. One moment you were grabbing a cup from the cabinet in your apartment, the next moment a gun was being held to your head.

“N-no, please—“ you gasp, mind racing. You were wearing your holster, but your gun was still locked in your safe. You weren’t thinking this morning. Your mind was scattered from last night’s events, and it was about to massively screw you over.

“Gotta say I’m offended, sweet cheeks. No warm welcome for an old friend?” William Lewis says with a sinister smile, “I just knew I had to come back for you, such a sweet young thing. Couldn’t stop thinking about what I wanted to do to you, to Olivia Benson’s protégée. Hit you both where it hurts.”

His sentence is punctuated with a swift slam of the gun to the side of your head, knocking you out cold on your kitchen floor.

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The first thing you notice after regaining consciousness are the handcuffs attaching your hands to the pipes on the wall and binding your feet together.

The room you were in was bare except for the pipes, the cuffs and you. It looked to be a utility closet with no windows, only a lone lightbulb above you with a string attached.

Duct tape covered your mouth, leaving you unable to scream. You thrashed around, tugging on your cuffs, hoping someone might hear.

Your eyes darted around the room. Were you still in Manhattan? Were you even in New York anymore? You had no idea what time it was or even what day. Your squad had to be looking for you by now, after you didn’t show up at work.

You didn’t have to guess for long, because the door swung open to reveal William Lewis, smiling down at you.

“God, you’re even cuter than I remember. Knew I needed you right away,” he sighs, stepping inside and closing the door behind you.

“You scream, I shoot,” he says, hand moving to his side as he pulls out a gun and fixes it on you.

He leans over, tearing the duct tape off your mouth along with some of your skin.

“Gotta say, I’m pretty hurt. Detective Amaro leaves, new guy comes in and you start hooking up with him?” Lewis sighs, shaking his head.

“What do you want from me?” you huff, tugging on your handcuffs again.

“This time, I’m taking what’s mine,” he smirks, “I’ve got a bed set up for us. Thought of you with all the other holes I fucked, and I knew I had to get my hands on you myself.”

“What, you mean all the women and children you raped, beat and killed?” you snap, writhing around as he un-cuffs you from the pipes and then re-cuffs you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you the royal treatment. I’ve got something special for you, little one. You might’ve started out as Benson’s protégée, but you’ll end up carrying mine,” he laughs.

Your blood runs cold at his words, knowing he must be planning on raping you. You wracked your brain for all the delaying tactics that Olivia’s taught you, and everything she’s told you about Lewis’ temper.

Lewis leans over and pulls you up, grabbing his gun with the other hand and fixing it on you.

“You’re insane, you know that? I’m not letting you do this,” you grunt.

Lewis yanks the door open and pushes you out, hand holding onto your cuffed ones. You look around what appears to be an abandoned warehouse for a few seconds before you are pushed down onto a dirty mattress.

“Olivia wasn’t enough of a thrill, so you just had to come for me, is that it? What about Amanda, is she next?” you challenge.

“Olivia is boring and Amanda’s all used up,” he laughs, “you, however, are perfect for this.”

“What are you gonna do to me?” you hiss as Lewis turns you over, pinning your hands under your back.

“This sweet little womb is going to carry the next rapist, the next little life-ruiner,” Lewis says, fingers tracing over your lower stomach, “first, he’ll rip out of you, ruining your body forever. And then he’ll follow in his daddy’s footsteps when he grows up.”

“What makes you so sure you’ll get me pregnant? And that it’ll be a boy?” you huff.

Each word that came out of William Lewis’ mouth made you even more terrified, your mind racing to rescue yourself from this situation.

“I’m more than just a pretty face, Detective (y/l/n). Right now is your most fertile time, according to the chart you keep in your desk. And we both know you’re too sappy and weak to get an abortion,” he laughs, shaking his head at you. So weak, so pathetic. An SVU Detective who couldn’t even save themself from becoming a victim.

“That’s— you have no idea what you’re talking about,” you gasp, thrashing around.

“Now you’re gonna make this hard on me? Fine,” he sighs, grabbing a bottle of alcohol from beside the mattress and unscrewing the cap, “drink up, baby.”

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Over the next few days, you were out of your mind. If you weren’t passed out or asleep, you were drunk or high at Lewis’ force, shoving edibles down your throat and washing them down with bottles of cheap vodka.

Your throat burned, stung red with pain, and your body was dirty and disgusting. As if the drugs weren’t enough, Lewis was getting off on burning and scarring you, too. Lighters, cigarettes and metal objects were on rotation across your skin.

The worst was the rape, for which you preferred to be unconscious for. At least if you weren’t mentally there, you weren’t being traumatized again.

After the first few times, you knew you would never get a good night of sleep, never have a calm moment, never become intimate without feeling what you felt when William Lewis forced himself inside you, fucking at a brutal pace, spitting and screaming and grunting horrible things as he used and abused your body for his own pleasure.

He came inside of you as much as he physically could, getting off on mocking you for becoming his rape victim and eventually the carrier of his monstrous offspring.

After a few days, he figured SVU would be catching onto him, ever loyal to their own. He couldn’t risk moving you so he cuffed you back to the pipes, kissed your lips and disappeared. William Lewis had his fun with you, but he needed to keep moving if he was to avoid arrest.

You hadn’t been fed the entire time, barely given any water and mostly having had drugs and alcohol forced down your throat. You didn’t hear anything as SVU busted in, Olivia and Sonny leading ahead as they sprinted towards your weak figure.

“(Y/n)? Oh fuck— oh ma’ god—“ Sonny’s voice breaks, looking up at Olivia with tears in his eyes.

Liv pulls out her radio, immediately ordering a bus for an officer down.

“Baby, c’mon, it’s Sonny. ‘M right here—,” he coos, taking off his jacket and laying it over you to give you some privacy. You were fully naked and chained up, blood and burn marks everywhere. It didn’t take a genius to understand what had happened.

“Mmmph—“ you mumble as he unlocks the cuffs with the standard key used by NYPD.

��Ah know ‘ya can hear me, jus’ hold on. We’re gettin’ a bus, okay?” he sniffles, hand on your arm. Sonny wished more than anything that he could take your pain and make it his.

Sonny scrambled to grab a water bottle before Liv stuck her hand out, keeping him back.

“I know you want to help, Carisi, but the inside of their mouth could have DNA evidence,” Liv says with a pinched expression.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ kill whoeva’ did this,” Sonny growls, looking around as his blood boils. You had only been gone for three days, but it had felt like an eternity. Sonny had never been so afraid in his entire life.

—

If you ever had any question of what you and Sonny were to each other, it was answered in the days following your attack. Sonny spent a week and a half straight with you in your apartment, doing anything you needed. He bathed you, cooked for you, gave you space if you needed and held you when you woke up shaking or crying from a nightmare.

You returned to work a month later, even though Liv wanted you to take a longer break. She kept a close eye on you, having gone through multiple horrific William Lewis experiences herself, although none included rape itself.

A week into your return, Olivia pulled you into her office and gave you the grim update that there were basically no updates. Very much unlike him, Lewis had disappeared or gone into hiding. And Liv had one request for you: she wanted you to take a pregnancy test.

You laughed, taken aback at the absurd notion. Sure, you hadn’t had your period yet, but it wasn’t uncommon for survivors of extreme trauma. But Liv wanted to be sure, as Lewis’ mission with you was to force you to carry his offspring.

“I-I think the worst part is—“ you gulp, “he was right. I don’t have the balls to get an abortion. I’ve always wanted a baby, and I just— god, Liv, if I’m pregnant by my rapist, I have no idea what I’ll do.”

“And what about you and Carisi?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Me… and Carisi?”

“(Y/n), I’m not blind,” she smiles softly.

“We haven’t— you know, since the assault. I just can’t. But that would be even worse, I mean, I know Sonny would stick around. Both of us together, raising Lewis’ baby? A-and with the threat of him coming back and wanting custody? It’s just too much. I would put that poor baby up for adoption,” you sigh.

“Take the test and we’ll figure things out from there, Detective (y/l/n). I’ll be here for you every step of the way,” Olivia promises.

You both stand up and she gives you a hug, noticing how your body trembles. She had a hunch you’d been like that since the assault, and she couldn’t blame you. She’d be lying if she said Lewis didn’t haunt her dreams sometimes, too.

You took the test in your apartment, alone. Sonny’s shift ended two hours after yours, which gave you enough time to grab some tests from the bodega and take them with your fingers crossed praying to not be pregnant.

You still had flashbacks to those moments, the ugly ones where you were drunk or high and still awake with Lewis on top of you. You saw his repulsive smile every time you closed your eyes, hearing him babble about knocking you up and wrecking your life even more.

Your job was everything to you and you loved helping people, but you had never fully understood how it felt to be a sex crimes victim until it happened to you. Until your power was stripped away, every piece of your humanity torn to shreds. You never knew what it felt to want to burn your body, to destroy the evidence, to put an end to the agony plaguing you day in and day out.

You never wanted to die as much as when you flipped over those tests, seeing the plus signs and knowing you were giving William Lewis exactly what he wanted.

After a few days of moping, Sonny sat you up in bed and reminded you of the small, but still possible, chance that it could be his baby. You hadn’t used a condom with Sonny on the night before your abduction, though you usually did.

“Baby, jus’ get it checked. If it’s ours—“

“And what if it’s not, Sonny? You really want to raise a baby conceived with my rapist?” you cry, burying your head in your hands.

“Wouldn’t want t’give Lewis the satisfaction of lettin’ him raise it himself, doll. ‘N it’s still gonna be ‘ya baby, have ‘ya DNA either way,” Sonny reminds you, stroking your arm softly and gently.

“I-I’ll go in for a fetal DNA test,” you agree, allowing Sonny to call and make an appointment for your next day off.

In those moments between, you lived in a sweet purgatory outside of your body. The only times you felt grounded were when Sonny’s hands were on you, holding you, kissing your forehead, lacing your fingers together.

You couldn’t believe a tiny organism was growing inside of you, relying on you for nutrients and nourishment and love. Something so innocent that might be born from something so awful. You couldn’t even close your eyes when you thought about it, you just saw Lewis’ scarred face and his eerie, victorious smile.

“You’re sure you don’t want me t’come with ‘ya?” Sonny frowns, turning to face you as he buttons up his dress shirt.

“I’ll be okay, I promise,” you say, though you’re not so sure.

“If not, call me or Liv, alright? One of us can come, we don’t want ‘ya t’be alone,” Sonny says, stepping towards you and placing a hand on your shoulder gently.

“I will, Sonny. Don’t worry,” you smile, leaning into his warm embrace.

You were told the results could take up to two weeks to arrive, so you went back home and looked around your apartment. It was a one bedroom, barely big enough for you and a baby. If the baby was Sonny’s, would you move in together? Would you have to switch departments? Would you get engaged?

And if it was Lewis’? You loathed the thought, but it was the more likely possibility. You wish you could give it up for adoption, but the truth was that it would be your baby too. Could you really give your baby away just because it was conceived through rape?

—

Two weeks later, like clockwork, your phone rang. The caller ID was your doctor’s office, so you glanced at Sonny. He was none the wiser, sitting on the couch and reading through case files.

“H-hello?” you answer, ducking into the bedroom. Your hand shook as you held your cell phone up to your ear.

“Hello, is this (y/n) (y/l/n)?”

“Yes, that’s me,” you say nervously.

“I have the results of your fetal DNA test. The sample from Dominick Carisi Junior is a 99.7 percent paternal match.”

“Wh— a-are you sure?” you whisper. Your shaky hand comes up to your mouth as you blink slowly, hardly believing your ears.

“Yes, with a match that close, it is virtually impossible to have another paternal match,” the voice on the other line explains.

“Okay, thank you. So much. I-I really appreciate it,” you smile.

You exchange pleasantries and hang up, tiptoeing out of your bedroom as you glance at Sonny again. Your last look at him before telling him he would become a father.

“Sonny? I have some really good news.”

#law and order svu x reader #sonny carisi x reader #law and order svu #law and order svu imagine #carisi x reader #law and order special victims unit #sonny carisi imagine #sonny carisi

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torksmithtruther · 3 months ago

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Peter and Mike interactions

EPISODE 1: The Royal Flush

4:20 - Peter glancing over to mike

5:17 - what time does the sun come out that window

EPISODE 2: Monkee See, Monkee Die

1:25 - it’s working so hard it’s tired

9:47 - scare each other

16:52 - holding hands in seance

23:04 - you’re looking at the fastest hand in the west

EPISODE 3 - Monkee vs Machine

0:05 - mike answers phone under Peter’s chessboard

1:18 - mike tying peter’s tie

4:15 - mike comforting Peter

9:07 - Peter looking mike up and down

EPISODE 5 - The Spy Who Came In From The Cool

5:42 - look see what you did you made him cry

10:42 - we’re gonna miss you old buddy

EPISODE 6 - Success Story

15:53 - crying on mike’s shoulder

EPISODE 7 - Monkees in a Ghost Town

13:34 - mike dusting off peter’s back

EPISODE 11: Monkees A La Carte

5:25 - Peter slapped, turns to Mike, what did I do wrong? Idk man but don’t do it again

EPISODE 12: I’ve got a little song here

0:00 - Peter and mike playing a board game

6:25 - looking at each other next to each other

15:34 - hey mike hey Peter hey mike what Peter my mum says….

19:14 - nishwash NESMITH

20:45 - close proximity, Peter mouthing nesmith

23:42 - where’s Peter, looks up in awe

EPISODE 13: One Man Shy

2:58 - picture frame talk

9:35 - Quick Look at each other

11:58 - arm on Pete’s shoulder, he looks up

15:23 - cmon Pete cheer up

15:36 - mike staring at him (didn’t u ever have a crush on anybody)

EPISODE 14: Dance Monkee Dance

4:00 - you didn’t sign anything I hope not

5:39 - bonks on the head

13:50 - a stoOne drag

23:14 - close proximity

23:38 - mike comes back to drag him out the door

EPISODE 15: Too Many Girls

4:41 - close proximity tea leaf reading LOOKS AT LIPS

19:06 - shakes hands behind seats

EPISODE 17: The Case of the Missing Monkee

00:18 - close proximity (ive never heard it put quite that way before)

3:30 - he’s got a little button nose :’)

15:40 - hey Pete how’s it going babe

16:12 - soft look (he’s having a relapse)

EPISODE 18: I was a Teenage Monster

7:45 - your home shotgun, not mine

12:52 - hey Pete you okay? Tooth ache

24:12 - mike grabs Peter when instruments explode

EPISODE 19: The Audition (Find the Monkees)

5:50 - close proximity (hiccups)

7:42 - close proximity (hayfever)

EPISODE 20: Monkees in the Ring

2:45 - just p cute together w Davy

3:11 - AWW the way mike looks back at him

17:20 - glance at each other

EPISODE 21: The Prince and the Pauper

4:40 - close proximity (there he is)

5:08 - look at each other

19:40 - helps Peter fight the guy

EPISODE 22: Monkees at the Circus

11:23 - mike the mozzarella brothers are coming

12:20 - tightrope walk through each other

EPISODE 23: Captain Crocodile

0:20 - Pete gives him a lil tap

3:08 - no Peter not that wire

9:29 - idk Peter just looks at mike in the background

11:37 - aw cmon Pete don’t cry

14:34 - Peter tries to punch mike and he pretends to be hit

EPISODE 24: Monkees A La Mode

5:24 - mike’s looking awfully longingly at Peter

EPISODE 25: Alias Micky Dolenz

14:15 - close proximity

16:26 - close proximity again

17:23 - close proximity again again

19:17 - close proximity again again again

EPISODE 26: Monkee Chow Mein

0:04 - everyone knows you’re not gonna take egg rolls home to a dog

1:26 - you’re gonna get sick… oh but I love fortune cookies

1:45 - MIIIIIKE

8:50 - close proximity

24:00 - close proximity agaaaaain

EPISODE 27: Monkee Mother

3:45 - pete’s lil smile at mike’s joke

12:20 - there’s no room in the refrigerator

18:02 - bisexual lighting I see you

21:25 - I see u staring mike

23:12 - their cute lil high fives someone sedate me

EPISODE 28: Monkees on the Line

7:30 - Pete rubbing his wrists

24:04 - Peter gives him a lil tap on the shoulder

EPISODE 29: Monkees get out more dirt

0:24 - what are you doing (buttons missing)

1:42 - close proximity

17:37 - close proximity

EPISODE 30 - Monkees in Manhattan

0:23 - MIKE ABSOLUTELY STARING

EPISODE 31 - Monkees at the Movies

9:48 - mike using Pete as camera

14:06 - down Peter

14:46 - beach date

18:48 - lil glance

EPISODE 33 - It’s a nice place to visit

4:14 - Peter just staring

11:41 - close proximity, lil look

16:32 - close proximity

19:11 - close proximity

EPISODE 34 - The Picture Frame

7:16 - you guessed it, close proximity

EPISODE 35 - Everywhere a Sheik, Sheik

15:26 - lil convo

EPISODE 36 - Monkee Mayor

1:27 - grabs Peter in fear

11:47 - grabs Peter again lol

17:16 - Peter dusts mike down

20:47 - lil glance at Pete

EPISODE 37 - Art, For Monkee’s sake

3:35 - Peter paints mike’s hat

9:42 - mike thats one of the thieves

11:00 - mike counting peter’s fingers

EPISODE 38 - I was a 99 Lb Weakling

5:55 - I wish mike were here

EPISODE 39 - Hillbilly Honeymoon

3:58 - car date

7:09 - close proximity, we’ll be back to get ya or we’ll die trying

16:50 - Peter laughing at mike’s joke

17:05 - damn Pete could u be any closer to him

18:45 - wrong accent!!!

21:05 - Peter staring

EPISODE 40 - Monkees Marooned

2:35 - buried treasure….

3:00 - you guys are always picking on mike… thanks Pete

4:59 - close proximity

5:30 - MICHAEL MICHAEL DID YOU HEAR THAT

8:49 - Peter crying, mike comforting

13:07 - close proximity

14:20 - thats not what defected means

14:51 - close proximity

16: 45 - mike closes peter’s mouth

24:11 - can’t get over Peter singing what am I doin hangin round while staring at mike

EPISODE 42 - Wild Monkees

5:01 - close proximity

5:53 - where did you get that water… the radiator

7:42 - very close proximity

13:06 - REEAH

16:20 - clooooose proximity

17:51 - still v close, hands on shoulder

18:18 - smeared smerched whAT.. well they hurt my feelings

EPISODE 43: A Coffin too frequent

6:10 - the dashing debonair mike nesmith

EPISODE 45 - The Monkees in Texas

0:02 - in the car next to each other

0:12 - two shot :))

EPISODE 46 - Monkees on the Wheel

5:16 - Peter’s hand on mike’s mouth

7:05 - Making capital M with fingers

8:55 - OO OO in face

19:28 - pete’s cute lil glances to mike

20:51 - love this frame

EPISODE 47 - The Christmas Show

0:28 - clooooose proximity discussing peter’s xmas prezzies

2:11 - mike calls for Peter lol

3:46 - close proximity discussing the kid whole scene

10:50 - Peter helps mike get up and dusts him off

12:36 - close proximity whole scene

16:29 - mike sitting on Peter

20:01 - I actually don’t know what Peter just did

20:30 - don’t cry…no I won’t.. both cry

21:00 - close proximity innit

EPISODE 48 - Fairy Tale

0:40 - you gotta stop thinking abt the princess man

14:25 - two shotttt

19:52 - idk whether to rlly include Gwen but here u go a anyway

EPISODE 50 - Monstrous Monkee Manor

5:14 - a lil bit of close proximity

6:53 - they look so good in this scene wtf, also Pete grabs arm

7:28 - I’d rather stay here where its safe with you Michael

23:28 - thats a nice watch where’d you get that… Michael

EPISODE 51 - The Monkees’ Paw

7:23 - lil look

10:56 - another lil look

12:22 - Peter pokes mike

13:43 - Peter scares mike

14:11 - cloooose proximity

14:24 - seems you two came together….

17:03 - lets hope so

17:45 - Ahhh stop it stop it

EPISODE 52 - The Devil and Peter Tork

3:06 - you can’t play the harp

7:04 - Peter wants his other 4 hours please thank you

10:40 - I remember reading in the news tomorrow is cancelled

17:14 - this whole scene makes me cry

19:25 - the power is inside of you - it was this scene that made me a torksmither icl I been waiting for this one

EPISODE 53 - Monkees Race Again

0:40 - close proximity

2:50 - close proximity

16:39 - somethings missing, yeah it’s a car

18:51 - yep thats right close proximity

EPISODE 55 - Monkees Mind Their Manor

0:51 - shaking their heads together

20:45 - hey mike… can I say something

EPISODE 56 - Some Like it Lukewarm

3:33 - Peter grabs mikes hand

EPISODE 58 - Mijacogeo - Frodis Caper

11:26 - close proximity

14:01 - coming back to get Peter

okay wow that's it. truth is i went into a temporary psychosis while making this. anything I haven't included was because I thought it wouldn't really do well in an edit or anything. and there are some episodes where there is nothing. been a monkees fan since 2015 ish when i was 10, i’m sure younger me would be proud this is what i’m dedicating my time to 10 years later. god i love consuming media.

keep torksmithing fellas

#the monkees #mike nesmith #peter tork #torksmith #davy jones #micky dolenz

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bttfjanaury · 3 months ago

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janAUry 2025!!

my sincerest apologies for the lateness, but i have FINALLY made the list! explanations for the various aus will be listed below! the rules remain pretty much the same - please respect the aus creators!

medieval au by @bg-sparrow - Featuring Marty as Prince of the Hill and Doc as the Royal Alchemist

clara in the 80s au by @itsthemorph- That one fic I have where Clara makes it on the delorean and comes to the future with the gang and then kinda regrets it for a second

weredoc au by @kit-screams-into-the-future - after a mishap with a bit of einstein's DNA and the power of Science, doc finds himself with a bit of a problem, if "a bit" means "11-feet-tall and very hairy and also not exactly human". basically he just turned himself into a dog man. a big, wet, sad dog man. taking the term "dog person" to new heights, doc and marty now have to figure out how restore doc to his previous state of being without anyone else in hill valley suspecting a thing. which is easy at first (doc's always been a bit of a recluse, so it's not like this is any different) but, of course, when have things like this ever stayed easy for long when it comes to these two...

spy x family au by @izzy-draws05 - Based on the anime Spy X Family! (I recommend reading a plot summary to get more details!) Doc is a scientist working for a spy agency, who needs a fake family to complete a mission. He adopts Marty, who as a young kid, escaped a lab that gave him the power to read minds. Queue found family and slice of life shenanigans while Doc tries to complete his mission, and Marty tries to help without revealing his secret and what he knows.

ashen pines au by @rose-of-pollux - In 1971, the Cold War goes hot, and Hill Valley is incinerated in an attempt to get Doc, who has escaped; with him is a 3-year-old Marty McFly, the only survivor of his family, and now his adopted son.

trinity trilogy au by @daryfromthefuture - marty ends up stuck in the 1940s permanently due to a delorean malfunction. shenanigans ensue when he ends up in los alamos with his adopted father, the 29-year-old doc, when the latter is recruited for the manhattan project.

everything everywhere all at once au by @stillpreoccupiedwith1985 - Basically Marty is aware and can access all universes. Here is a link, https://www.tumblr.com/stillpreoccupiedwith1985/745704523820089344/as-promised-my-everything-everywhere-all-at-once

zombie au (! multiple versions by multiple creators! ask either @jayisnotdrawing or @mundancheemudomo for more context, i am too lazy to copy all of it in here at the moment lmao)

stuck in the 60s au by @bri-to-the-future - marty ends up in 1967 based on the first draft of bttf 2. remember the lsd

spiderman au by @styxbugg - marty is spiderman (see the doc for last year's challenge for context! in fact, i can say that for a lot of these)

frankenstein au by @jayisnotdrawing - marty dies in the train experiment in 1885, and doc revives him with science. angst ensues.

mermarty au by @itsthemorph - see last year's document!

stuck in 1885 au (this one specifically refers to @daryfromthefuture's "until i get home". i think) - see last year's document!

time circuits series by @bg-sparrow - see last year's document!

the shadow's gambit/spies au by @aceofthyme - Summary: Spies? Spies! Doc is a technical agent working for a spy organization, and Marty is his apprentice/a junior field agent. Longer Explanation: Doctor Emmett L. Brown is a member of a top secret organization dedicated to ensuring world peace. As an agent in the technical and scientific department, he spends most of his days buried in research or working on various inventions. He enjoys his work, and it pays well, but there’s one problem: every senior agent is expected to take on an apprentice, and Doc hasn’t yet. Were he not so indispensable to the agency, he suspects he would have been ‘released from service’ long ago. Regardless, he can’t risk losing his position—he needs the funding, after all, and he doesn’t have much else lined up. When a teen is brought in as a suspect relevant to a new case, Doc is able to clear the boy’s name thanks to the power of science. He finds himself taking a liking to the kid, though, seeing something there that reminds him of himself. Before he can think about it, he offers the boy the apprenticeship—and Marty McFly immediately says yes.

around the world in 80 days au by @daryfromthefuture - marty and doc take over the roles of passepartout and phileas fogg based on jules verne's novel. marty, orphaned, is employed as a servant at emmett brown's house, who, as a result of a bet, is going to travel around the world in 80s days. read "the perils and the promise" on ao3 if you want it as a whole, but there's also clara and hurt/comfort because doc is marty's first employer to actively care about him and all the stuff

jennifer in 1955 au by @carrotsofthepirabbean - With Marty out of the picture due to an incident in Hell Valley, Jennifer goes back to 1955 to retrieve the almanac and repair the timeline

marty & the pinheads au by @stillpreoccupiedwith1985 - Think of the 2001 movie Josie and the Pussycats, but with Marty and his band. Based on the fact in the movies they are just The Pinheads, but in the musical it is now Marty McFly and the Pinheads. In Josie and the Pussycats, they were just the Pussycats first. So tons of music industry corruption and Marty getting temporarily brainwashed into being a snobby rockstar.

nutcracker au by @stillpreoccupiedwith1985 - Says on the tin, the nutcracker. Doc is Drosselmeyer, Marty is his nephew/The Nutcracker, and Jennifer is Clara (from the ballet/story not Clara Clayton)

royalty au by @professorsaber - see last year's document!

it's like utopia! au by @jayisnotdrawing - instead of doc, marty disappears upon arriving in citizen valley. cue doc dealing with nerd marty while trying to repair the timeline.

fenrir au by @madscientists1mp - After an invention mishap, a terrible white wolf starts to terrorize Hill Valley... and it looks all too similar to Doc. Can Marty help his friend cure his bloodthirsty dark side? Will Clara find out about her husband's bone-breaking transformations? Will the Men in Black claim him for dissection? Tune in to find out!

vincent au by @whosmurphy - see last year's document!

once upon a time series by @bg-sparrow- see last year's document!

miitopia au by @daryfromthefuture - marty is cast as the hero in the video game miitopia, and the other bttf cast joins him over the course of the adventure. au post is here!

alien doc au by @alex-a-fans - see last year's document!

local legend au by @styxbugg - see last year's document!

steampunk au by @stillpreoccupiedwith1985 - Yet another stuck in 1885, but this time Jennifer is with them in 1885. After Doc married Clara, Marty and Jennifer tie the knot and move to Kansas City. While they are there they discover an underground advancement of technology, using steam. They go to learn more as a way to see if they can use this to help get back to 1985, while also navigating their life in 1885.

jennifer in 1885 au by @kit-screams-into-the-future - what it says on the tin! jennifer has stayed concious through their time travels and now has to work with marty to save doc's life in 1885. so basically part 3 but if jennifer was there. she gets to be a cowboy yeehaw

soulmate au by @daryfromthefuture - see last year's document

for the alternate ones ALSO see last year's document! i will link it once again:

thank you all for your wonderful submissions! i can't wait to see what you create :D

#back to the future #bttf janaury #bttf janaury 2025 #bttf #marty mcfly

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newyorkthegoldenage · 5 months ago

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Before leaving for England, members of the Royal Australian Air Force visited the observation roof of the RCA Building, Rockefeller Center, November 11, 1941, from which vantage point they got a look at the Manhattan skyscrapers.

Photo: Associated Press

#vintage New York #1940s #aerial view #Veterans Day #Royal Australian Air Force #Nov. 11 #11 Nov.#RCA Building #World War II #1940s New York

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austinslounge · 6 months ago

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The KRAZY Kaustin Relationship 🤡 Circus (2024 Timeline)

(Hey everyone! 👋 Since I was starting to get mixed up and confused with all of the dates and drama going on in this ghetto situationship, I figured I would create a timeline so we can track this craziness. It might also help make clearer some of the things going on in this clown-show 🤡 of a "relationship" lol. 😂 **PLEASE feel free to let me know if there are any relevant things missing that you feel that I should definitely add to this year's timeline. I will continue to update as time goes on.)

2024:

December 2023/Jan 2024 - Austin went to Cabo with Kaia and her family for their annual Christmas Holiday and New Year's vacation. Link 1 Link 2

January 5, 2024 - Kaia posts a cringey Instagram story where she's crying because Ayo wins the Golden Globe that night, and some shippers swear that it was Austin filming her.

But Callum and Austin both state (twice, in two different interviews for MOTA press) that they were watching the Golden Globes together, "just the two of them", at Austin's "pad", and one article even mentions that "no girlfriends" were around. Link

January 10, 2024 - Life & Style posts an article stating that Cindy Crawford "doesn't want Kaia to wait for a commitment from Austin Butler". This seems to be one of the first few times the couple has ever received any type of negative press about their relationship. Link

Austin has the MOTA premiere in LA. The L&S article came out on the same exact day as his MOTA red carpet premiere.

March 13, 2024 - Austin and Kaia are spotted at the gym in LA looking just as bland together (as always). Link These pictures were taken the day right before Kaia's "Palm Royale" red carpet premiere night on March 14th. Link

Presley posts a picture of him with Austin at the Palm Royale premiere.

FOR MORE: CLICK BELOW! 😁👇

May 25, 2024 - Kaustin did a NYC Pap Stroll where they both look miserable. Link 1 Link 2

May 26, 2024 - Austin kicks off "The Bikeriders" press tour with Jodie at the Indy500 race. Fans immediately notice that he looks way happier with Jodie than he looked with his gf Kaia just a day ago in NYC. Link 1 Link 2 Link 3

May 27, 2024 - People.com posts an exclusive from a source that claims that Austin and Kaia are "still happy and in love". Many fans strongly suspect that this was a message put out from Kaia's team because they both looked so miserable in NYC, and perhaps the media reached out to ask what is going on, or perhaps her team herself reached out to People.com to put out this fluff article. Link

May 31, 2024 - Life & Style posts an exclusive story from a source that claims that Austin and Kaia "have nothing in common and they know it". Link

June 4, 2024 - Fans noticed that Austin liked a post on Instagram (Posted on May 24th) about girls "with two A's in her name". The post was tagged #toxicrelationships Link 1 Link 2

June 9, 2024 - DeuxMoi posts on her "Sunday Spotted" a message from a sender that says they supposedly saw Austin, Kaia, Camila Morrone, and her boyfriend Cole in the Cayman Islands together. The sighting seems strange (and fake) since Austin has been on a Bikeriders Press Tour the whole entire time. Link

August 3, 2024 - Kaia is in Montana for a Gerber Family Wedding (Cousin). Austin was not in attendance.

August 8th or 9th, 2024 - Austin is spotted arriving at JFK Airport wearing a Library Sciences shirt from Kaia's book club merchandise. Link 1 Link 2

August 16, 2024 - Presley Unfollows Austin (AGAIN) lol

August 17, 2024 - Austin's Birthday Pap Stroll. Link 1 Link 2

August 18, 2024 - Pictures of Austin hanging with Dylan O'brien at the Joyface bar/club in NYC surface on DeuxMoi "Sunday Spotted". It was stated that there was "No Kaia". Link 1 Link 2

August 21, 2024 - Austin spotted with Channing Tatum and Zoe Kravitz in NYC Manhattan at the "Blink Twice" after party. The difference between how happy and lively he looks with them, vs how lackluster and bored he looked just the night prior while out with Kaia is not lost on fans.

Link 1 Link 2 Link 3

August 27, 2024 - Austin spotted in Muskoka with Kaia and the Gerbers Link 1 Link 2

On this same day, Kaia posts the "Dear Dickhead" post to her Instagram while on vacation in Muskoka. Link

September 4, 2024 - Kaia's birthday at Disneyland. Actress Ayo Edibiri and Presley's gf were also in attendance, but Austin was not present. Link

Presley posts a birthday tribute to his sister Kaia on Instagram, and in it, he posts a picture of Austin with them at a Halloween event last year. Link

September 9, 2024 - Austin begins filming "Caught Stealing" in NYC around this time.

September 10, 2024 - Kaia and SNL movie co-star Corey Michael Smith do an interview on the red carpet that raises a few eyebrows. She appears to be flirting with him. Link 1 Link 2

September 15, 2024 - DeuxMoi's "Sunday Spotted" post mentions Kaia and Marcello were spotted at The Odeon restaurant in NYC, and were "all over each other". They were supposedly "ignoring everyone else at their table", and one point went downstairs together for 20 minutes.

Interestingly enough, DeuxMoi also posted that a fan saw Austin at iSodi restaurant inside, and that Kaia was walking in the general vicinity, but weren't together.

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September 16, 2024 - Kaia and Marcello appear to be at a friend's party at Victoria Bar (NYC) getting kind of close for a woman who's supposedly in a relationship with another man. Link 1 Link 2 Link 3

September 19, 2024 - Marcello untagged himself from the photos with Kaia at the party in NYC.

September 20, 2024 - Life & Style posts that Austin is "outgrowing" his relationship with Kaia, and that Kaia is "trying to stay interesting" in order to keep him interested. Link

September 21, 2024 - Kaia is in LA celebrating her best friend Travis' birthday. Link 1 Link 2

Austin attends the "Dune: Part 2" FYC event in NYC with Timothee, Zendaya and Denis. Link 1 Link 2

September 29, 2024 - DeuxMoi posts portions of her podcast that deal with Austin and Kaia, and she swears that Austin and Kaia are still together. She also posts (for the first time) a supposed Kaustin "sighting" that said that Austin and Kaia were spotted together getting coffee on the weekend (14th) and that they looked "happy" and "in love". She never posted this sighting until now. Link

On DM's Sunday Spotted, someone reported that they saw Austin and Kaia at iSodi restaurant in NYC. Link

October 1, 2024 - Kaia is spotted out at a play in NYC with Camila Morrone's boyfriend, Cole Bennett. Link 1 Link 2

The Daily Mail posts the outing with Kaia and Cole to their website. Link

Marie Claire also posts about the outing, and even claims that Austin and Kaia have broken up. Link

Earlier this day, DeuxMoi posted a supposed sighting from one of her followers that said that they "worked with Kaia during TIFF" and saw that she was FaceTiming Austin at one point, and that they were "incredibly loving" and "happy" over the phone.

That evening (Oct 1st), Kaia is spotted with Cole Bennet (Camila's bf) going to a play in NYC, and the outing looked like a date, so much so that Marie Claire and The Daily Mail were even speculating about Austin and Kaia breakup rumors lol. 😅

October 2, 2024 - Kaia is featured in Time100's issue.

Page Six puts out an article showing Kaia out to dinner with Laura Dern and Liam Hemsworth the night before, and claiming that Austin and Kaia are still together, and that there is "no trouble in paradise". Some feel that this is only damage control since it seems very odd to many that Kaia has been spotted in pictures (paps and citizen photos) all over NYC with everyone but her boyfriend. 👀 Link

The article goes on to mention that Austin was supposed to join them for dinner that night, but he got tied up with work and couldn't make the dinner. Some feel that's really strange, especially when signs stated that "Caught Stealing" was having a night shoot on October 1st, so why would he have committed to having dinner if he knew he was going to be filming that evening? 🤔

October 3, 2024 - The Daily Mail posts pictures of Austin and Zoe kissing on set for "Caught Stealing", and makes sure to let everyone know that they are just acting, and that both are in "serious, real-life relationships". 🤣😅😂 As if we the reader is dumb and didn't know that lol. 🙄Link

October 5, 2024 - Austin and Kaia attend Kaia's friend, Gracie Abram's concert in NYC together (looking miserable as usual). Link

This was their first public outing where they're papped together since the whole Marcello thing and breakup rumors. Some fans and people on the general public aren't buying it anymore though. Link

October 11, 2024 - Life & Style yet again puts out another article stating that Austin and Kaia's relationship has been having issues "for weeks", and that Cindy thinks that Kaia needs to try "harder" to "keep Austin interested", and even suggests that the couple should go to "couples therapy" together. Link 1 Link 2 Link 3

The article also hinted that Austin's career is what is most prioritized and on his mind, and that Cindy is a little upset that Kaia has been acting flirty with other guys instead of working hard to keep Austin interested in her.

October 13, 2024 - Kaia follows actor Nicholas Chavez on Instagram. Link

October 16, 2024 - The Daily Mail posts an article stating that the Gerbers are giving Austin a "fierce warning" and want him to commit to their daughter Kaia with an engagement 💍 Link

Austin starts following The Daily Mail. 👀

October 21, 2024 - Actor Nicholas Chavez follows Kaia back on Instagram. 👀 Fans notice that he liked a bunch of Kaia's pics -- even posts from 2017. 😏 Link 1 Link 2

November 2, 2024 - Kaia attends the LACMA Hollywood event in LA, and is overheard in a video talking to fellow actress Laura Dern about a "breakup" and how it came as a surprise to her. 👀 Link

November 22, 2024 - A woman/fan wearing a DeuxMoi merch sweatshirt supposedly sat next to Austin on a flight from NYC to Mexico, and they supposedly had a very long, 4-hour conversation about yoga, life, relationships, and the fan confirmed that Austin and Kaia are still together in the DM group chat. Link 1 Link 2 Link 3 Link 4

November 24, 2024 - In DeuxMoi's Sunday Spotted, Kaia was spotted with Marcello (again) and Jake Shane at an Italian restaurant (Jone's Hollywood) in LA 👀

December 4, 2024 - Austin (now shaved bald) is spotted in Tulum, Mexico with his "Caught Stealing" Director, Darren Aronofsky, at the Xieltun Park on a retreat and underground river tour. Link

The Instagram account for Xieltun stated that the pictures were taken that day. Link

Meanwhile, Kaia posted a photo of her dinner table with some man with "toe thumbs" (lol 🤭) at a restaurant in LA. Link

December 7, 2024 - Today, fans noticed that apparently, one of Kaia's best friends, Charlotte Lawrence, has unfollowed Austin. No one is sure exactly when she unfollowed him. It was just noticed on this date that she is no longer following Austin. 👀 Link 1 Link 2

December 12, 2024 - Kaia is pictured sitting on her "guy pal's" lap while being photographed with Santa at the after-party for the Babygirl premiere in LA, leading many fans online wondering whether or not Austin and Kaia are even still together. 👀 The guy friend was ID'd as Charlie Walker. Link

#the kaustin circus #2024 timeline #the timeline will be updated as new things appear #feel free to let me know if you feel that something needs to be added #the Kaustin Karnival

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professorfcknmoriarty · 8 months ago

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You go to get your gun out and there's a moment where you whip it and throw it and it's like, "Ooh, ah, hah, hah, hah, BLAM," and behind the guy's head is a completely soaked red Kingskin just standing there.

#nsbu #never stop blowing up #d20 nsbu #d20 #dimension 20 #dimension twenty #dimension 20 nsbu #dropout #dropout.tv #the deluxe royale #mud does gifs #kingskin #jennifer drips #jack manhattan

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When TUA Was Still a Fetus

From Rob’s interview with Collider about The Umbrella Academy (X)

The last time we spoke, for Bad Samaritan, you were in the middle of shooting The Umbrella Academy TV series for Netflix. Have you finished shooting the show?

SHEEHAN: Yeah.

Having only had one script when you signed on, how did it ultimately turn out compared to what you thought it might be?

SHEEHAN: They really leaned into the unusual. It’s very untethered creativity. There’s nowhere that the show won’t dare to go.

It’s just so incredibly left field. That’s what’s so wonderful about it. It has an essential kookiness. It’s a really strange combination of stuff. It’s hard to know what the world will say or think. Ultimately, I don’t care what they say, either way, because I really, really love it, but it’d be nice if they loved it. I’m just more curious than anything else. It takes a lot of really quite left field sci-fi ingredients, and splotches them together. I’ve seen the first four episodes, and they live this Upper West Side of Manhattan, luxuriant but very neglected upbringing. The Royal Tenenbaums springs to mind. They are these messed up adults, who are still emotionally stunted by their childhoods, and they just all happen to be very super, with super abilities. It’s very interesting. It’s like a traumatized X-Men.

Is that more in line with your own personal taste? If you were going to do a comic book project, was it important to you that it was just a bit off-center?

SHEEHAN: I like stuff that’s more story driven. The storylines are just really incredibly unique, but are always story driven. It has a lot of the same writers as Fargo, and Fargo was all about the moving pieces on the chess board. You just never know what’s gonna happen, from one scene to the next, and Umbrella has that quality, too. It’s completely mad, and they completely embrace the madness. They don’t hold back, and that’s what excited me so much about it.

#robert sheehan #the umbrella academy #tua #klaus hargreeves #umbrella academy #tua s1 #collider #rozza inna interview

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Hi Gerec! Sorry if this has been asked before - I know this is kind of a broad question, but can you recommend some of your favorite modern AU Cherik fanfics? I’d love to see them in any variety of professions or circumstances as long as it takes place in the modern day, whether one of them is a professor or a stripper or a corporate CEO or a barista or a bartender or an engineer or anything at all! One-shots and multichapters are both welcome as well, I don’t discriminate. Thanks in advance! :D

Hi Anon! Don't worry - I'm always happy to talk about my favourite au's (this fandom has the MOST amazing aus omg we're so lucky)!!!

Definitely check out this post that has my Top 5 X-Men Favourites (Canon & AU)! Truly, it's impossible to share every fic I love, or even make a tiny dent in the number of incredible aus out there but I am happy to share some of my all-time favourites. I hope you enjoy them all :D

When the Spell Breaks by kianspo Erik, a high-profile lawyer with a successful career, meets a 21-year-old grad student in a bar, and within a few short months marries him. He and Charles are blissfully happy, until Erik's boss runs a background check on Charles and discovers he's been cheating on Erik. Charles denies everything, as there was no affair, but Erik doesn't believe him and throws him out. As Charles tries to figure out how to survive and stay at school that he can no longer afford and makes a lot of bad if not plain dangerous choices, Erik has to fight his own battle of discovering the truth and winning Charles back.

(Note: Read EVERYTHING by Kianspo! They mostly write AUs which is perfect for what you're looking for, but their canon fics are amazing too :D)

Not So Much the Teacup by thehoyden

“Charles is basically the bride whisperer. It’s like he can read their minds.” (wedding planner AU)

rooms/shares by pocky_slash

Erik is single, working a cube job he hates, letting his master's degree in mutant studies collect dust, and living on his best friend's couch. When she kicks him out, he's forced to trawl Craigslist for the least-offensive rooming option within his meagre budget. He never expects a response from the persnickety, high maintenance ad he replies to as a joke, but it's possible this too-nice apartment and mysteriously absent roommate might be the answer to all four of his problems.

Love Runs Out by ikeracity

Hammer Bay, one of the most mutant-friendly apartment buildings in all of Manhattan and affectionately nicknamed the Hub by its residents, is home to an eclectic mix of families, broke college students, scientists, artists, and high school dropouts. Charles Xavier, new arrival to apartment 3K, catches the attention of everyone on the third floor but he only has eyes for one: cranky author Erik Lehnsherr who lives directly across the hall in 3B.

A Nice Boy (The Family Matters Edition) by pocky_slash

Erik's not sure whether the problem is that he doesn't want his parents to meet Charles or that he doesn't want Charles to meet his parents. Either way, he never invites Charles to brunch. Why should he? It's not like they're dating.

Politico by cygnaut

Modern Genosha Politics AU. In which Erik is l'enfant terrible of the mutant National Assembly, and his staff just wants to get him laid.

Daycare 'Verse by orphan_account, pocky_slash (series)

A modern AU in which Charles runs a mutant daycare and Erik is his long-suffering engineer boyfriend.

Charles Xavier's A+ Guide to Management (or, How to Completely Destroy Your Life Without Even Trying) by fro_baby

In which Charles and Erik run a newspaper, wrangle interns, outrun the feds, outwit a multinational crime lord, get royally fucked over (twice), eat prawns, argue over comma errors, dodge (and fail to dodge) airborne projectiles, make many snarky remarks, drive around in the desert, fight, make up, fight again, and slowly (but surely) fall in love.

Strict Machine by euphorbic

When Professor Charles F Xavier accepted a visiting professor position in Arizona, he did so in order to be geographically closer to his sister. What he did not expect to find was the living, breathing specter of the sportbike gang-oriented past he’d been trying to put to rest.

A tale of sport bikes, consequences, and sacrifice.

The Last Love Song & Testament of Charles F. Xavier by midrashic

When Erik is accused of domestic terrorism, Charles has no choice but to marry him to keep him out of jail.

Scenes from the Wild by nekosmuse

Erik Lehnsherr, world renowned wilderness survivalist, alongside his husband, Charles Xavier, survive the perils of the wild in order to bring you, Two Men, One Knife, an award winning reality survival series, available only on the Discovery Channel. Follow Erik and Charles as they travel to the world's most remote locations with only the most basic of supplies. Pitted against nature, this husband-husband team struggle to survive in some of the world's harshest climates while battling the planet's fiercest predators. Can they survive the Canadian North? Find out next season, on Two Men, One Knife

August by Red

For the XMFC kinkmeme, in response to a prompt asking for an mpreg story with some genetics thrown in the mix. While non-mutant couples may be able to conceive a mutant or a non-mutant child, for a couple with two mutants, there's a twenty-five percent chance of a third option: a fatal presentation of the mutant gene. Erik found out years ago that he was one of a number of (relatively cisgendered? this is an odd thing for me to be typing) mutant guys who have the secondary mutation of A Uterus. He'd also been told--years ago, but less so than the last statement--that he was infertile. He and Charles have been on the waiting list for adopting a mutant kid, but when morning sickness sets in, Erik can't exactly celebrate his sudden ability to get pregnant until he's ruled out that twenty-five percent chance.

Cue hiding a pregnancy from a telepath husband, dealing with Dr. MacTaggert's meddling, and trying to avoid the relentless well-wishing of the police department's esteemed Mutant Affairs Division.

this is only now (where do we go from here) by thebodyeclectic (series)

From this prompt on the 1stclass_kink meme: Modern AU, where an older Alex (in his mid twenties?) somehow figures out/recieves the news that, no, his younger brother didn't die in the crash like he'd been told, and then sets out to find him. The catch is, Scott's been adopted and adores his 'dad', who is incidentally the adorkable Hank McCoy.

Deep Cover by Subtilior

Omegas in heat? The perfect whores. Sebastian Shaw? The bastard who kidnaps them for his Hellfire Club. Erik Lehnsherr? A hard-boiled detective who's been on the Hellfire case for months. The catastrophe that unfolds when he goes in on retrieval and finds Charles Xavier still writhing in a Hellfire bed? .... Deep Cover.

Protect, Serve, Troll by keire_ke

Erik's fire department has a special relationship with the local university. They visit often. Sometimes, there even is a fire.

Spy Games by manic_intent

Prompt: Burn Notice AU, with Erik Lehnsherr as the spy and Charles as the trigger-happy ex boyfriend. Erik is burned for unknown reasons in Mexico and wakes up in New York City. Somehow, he needs to raise $500,000, in order to find out -why-.

Playing With Fire by professor

Charles is a detective determined to catch a serial killer.

If the serial killer doesn't catch him first.

The Associates by ikeracity, Pangea (series)

Being a mob boss' associate has its ups and downs. Having sex in the back of a limo on Valentine's Day is definitely one of the ups.

On a side note (and if you haven't already), try sorting fics by kudos for Cherik fics on Ao3, and under Additional Tags select 'Alternate Universe - Modern Setting'. Anything on the first say, 10 pages, is probably a good bet to start with as they are obviously beloved by the fandom :D

Rampage by wallhaditcoming (uvcatastrophe)

When police uncover evidence that notorious serial killer Magneto is obsessed with Professor Charles Xavier, they immediately move to put him into Witness Security. Only Xavier refuses. The police come up with trumped up charges to arrest him and thus keep him safe until they can apprehend the killer. Erik is not happy that the police have chosen to drag Charles into this and are now trying to keep him from him, and shows his displeasure the best way he knows how -- an increased body count.

One Summer's End by furius, motleystitches (furius)

Erik Lehnsherr, successful businessman, has been the muse to the artist Charles Xavier for the last twenty years. They'll readily confess to loving each other through art, but at the last show Charles Xavier is holding in New York before he heads over to England, everyone else around them realises that it's not enough.

Talk, Baby, Talk by lyonet

“Enough,” Erik said furiously. “It’s over. Let it die.”

“Be fair, sugar,” Emma said. “We made good music. It was your choice to wear magenta armour and a cape.”

On a Beach, With You (The Tel Aviv Remix) by niniblack

Charles Xavier meets Erik Lehnsherr on a beach in Israel.

Growing Up Lehnsherr by DeerstalkerDeathFrisbee (series) For someone who hates feelings, Erik gets dragged into an alarming number of conversations about them. In which there are confessions, declarations, awkward first meetings, accidents, explanations, endings and beginnings.

Wednesday by Red

Getting confined to a nursing facility for a six-week course of iv antibiotics would have been dreadfully dull, had Charles not found a way to "occupy his time."

In which Erik Lehnsherr, retired nazi hunter, becomes the latest victim of Charles Xavier's charms.

One big family by ximeria

There is a house in New York (no, only Charles calls it a house, and his perception of such is a little warped, so let's try that again)...

... There's a building in New York, owned by XavierMedCorp that caters to mutant tenants, their families and a handful of humans. You need to know someone who knows someone who knows someone to get an apartment there. Or maybe just be very lucky. Or have a mutant son who has the tenacity of a pit bull. Anyway, Edie Lehnsherr has moved in and she is slowly getting to know the other tenants, the superintendent and the owner.

One Hundred One Night Stands. by Sophia_Bee

Charles has a rule. Never fuck the same guy twice. When he refuses to see Erik again after a one night stand, Erik goes about trying to get Charles to violate that rule using accents and disguises.

to put the world between us by populuxe

Erik Lehnsherr is one of the hottest actors in Hollywood: fresh off an Academy Award nomination, he’s about to star in HBO’s most anticipated show of the year. And even though online chatter about his recent string of queer roles keeps getting louder, his personal life remains personal—just as it always has, and just as his manager and publicist continue to advise.

But when he winds up at the same wedding as his college best friend, Charles Xavier—and when they quickly fall into bed together—he’s forced to revisit the past he’s been trying to get away from for years. The pull between them has always been magnetic, but so has the weight of secrecy. Can they keep from repeating the same mistakes, or will the price of the truth be too high?

Every Song I Know by clarasteam

“Erik,” Janos says wearily, “you had amazing sex with this guy. He obviously really likes you. You have, what, a month, six weeks left? You can spend it moping and hiding and worrying you're going to run into him. Or you can call him, have a good time, and figure out where you go from there.”

Erik groans. It's what he wants to do, so much it scares him.

In the Weeds by not_who_we_are

Erik works at one of the largest, busiest, most hectic restaurants in Times Square. Years of serving tourists has left him jaded and generally grumpy. But new transfer Charles Xavier seems determined to change his outlook.

Drama! 5% tips! Eating dead food! Confusing-when-taken-out-of-context restaurant slang!

The Precipice by TurtleTotem

Prince Erik of Genosha must marry before he can take the throne. But Charles must be mad to even think of accepting the proposal of someone he met less than an hour ago...

With Abandon by sunryder

The best part about Charles' favorite bakery isn't the location, and it isn't the lovely smell, or even the Earl Grey cupcakes. It's the Baker.

Erik Lehnsherr is a beautiful specimen of a man, particularly when his fussing over Charles takes the form of pastry.

Such a pity Charles doesn't know Erik is an assassin.

#gerec rambles #cherik #modern au #gerec's fic rec #long post

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