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1000-year-old-virgin · 6 months ago

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235 Best Songs of 2024

Jennifer Lopez ft. Latto - Can’t Get Enough (Remix)

X Ambassadors - No Strings

Rachel Chinouriri - Never Needed Me

IVE ft. Saweetie - All Night

VCHA - Girls of the Year

Tyga - Sensei

Camylio - High High High

Kučka - One More Night

Dua Lipa - Training Season

Artemas - Shall We Celebrate

Artemas - Ur So Special

Artemas - Too Slow

Kaliii - Bozo

Flyanna Boss - Yeaaaa

Aqyila - Bloom

Charlotte Lawrence - I Don't Wanna Dance

Charli XCX - Von Dutch

Conan Gray - Alley Rose

girl in red - Too Much

Ariana Grande - We Can't Be Friends (Wait For Your Love)

Ariana Grande ft. Troye Sivan - Supernatural (Remix)

David Hugo - Strawberry Ice Cream

Allison Ponthier - Skin

Miley Cyrus - Doctor

Flo Milli ft. SZA & Cardi B - Never Lose Me (Remix)

Halle - In Your Hands

SIA & Kylie Minogue - Dance Alone

Girli - Crush Me Up

Charli XCX ft. Addison Rae & A. G. Cook – The Von Dutch (Remix)

Flo Milli - Clap Sum

Doechii ft. JT - Alter Ego

Justice & Miguel - Saturnine

Benicio Bryant - Regina

Kiesza - I Go Dance

Inayah - Hot Sauce

Flo Milli - Tell Me What You Want

Amelia Moore ft. Timabland - Back To Him

Amelia Moore - Naked

Sasha Alex Sloan - Glad You Did

CXLOE - SHAPESHIFTER

Dylan - Perfect Revenge

Catty - Healing Out Of Spite

Amaarae ft. Aliyah's Interlude - Angels in Tibet (Remix)

Renni Rucci - Love You More

Tinashe - Nasty

Sabrina Carpenter - Espresso

Wafia - Background

Lucky Daye - HERicane

Boys World - Caught In Your Love

Flowerovlove - Boys

Conor Matthews - Burn My Bed

Leaf - Picky

BIBI & Jackson Wang - Feeling Lucky

Lay Bankz - Tell Ur Girlfriend

Rachel Chinouriri - Dumb Bitch Juice

JT - Okay

Rini - Miracle

Dua Lipa - Falling Forever

Dua Lipa - Happy For You

Dua Lipa - Anything For Love

Charli XCX - 360

Stray Kids ft. Charlie Puth - Lose My Breath

Jai Waetford - Touch

Lady London - Brand New

Jeremy Pope - U Lost

JT, Petey Pablo & Plies - Sideways Freek-A-Leek (jaybeatz - HVLM)

Jessica Baio - SLOW DOWN

Bazzi - FU

Normani - Candy Paint

Becky Hill - Lonely Again

Becky Hill - Never Be Alone

Becky Hill - Multiply

Chase Atlantic - DIE FOR ME

HRVY - Party In My Head

Artemas - I Like The Way You Kiss Me

Madison Beer - Make You Mine

Snow Wife - Wet Dream

Chrissy Chlapecka - Girlie Pop

Normani - Still

Kendra Jae - TTB (Top Tier B!tch)

Normani - All Yours

Normani - Lights On

Normani - Insomnia

Normani ft. Gunna - 1:59

Normani - Distance

Normani ft. James Blake - Tantrums

Normani - Little Secrets

BRONZE AVERY, Lilyisthatyou - Tiny Purse, Tiny Top

JORDY - Sex With Myself

Ice Spice - Phat Butt

Glorilla - TGIF

Dua Lipa - Whatcha Doing

UPSAHL - Summer so Hot

GloRilla ft. Megan Thee Stallion & Cardi B - Wanna Be (Remix)

Bree Runway - 2BADGYALZ

Bradley Gibson - NO ILYS

Bradley Gibson - Ain't That Easy

Flo Milli - Lay Up

Sasha Keable ft. DESTIN CONRAD - Auction

Camper ft. Ari Lennox & Jeremih - War

Coldplay - feelslikeimfallinginlove

Billie Eilish - Birds Of A Feather

Alexander 23 - American Boy

Ariana Grande - The Boy Is Mine

Beach Weather - Hottest Summer on Record

Tate McRae - 2 Hands

Tink - Bless Me Don't Stress Me

Halsey - The End

Ravyn Lenae - Love Me Not

Alison Goldfrapp - I Wanna Be Loved (Just A Little Better)

Griff - Anything

Griff - Hiding Alone

Lykke Li - Ring of Fire

Jordan Adetunji ft. Kehlani - KEHLANI (Remix)

Charli XCX ft. Billie Eilish - Guess (Remix)

Rachel Bochner - Groupie

Jessie Murph ft. Teddy Swims - Dirty

John Duff - Be Your Girl

Ravyn Lenae ft. Childish Gambino - One Wish

Ravyn Lenae - Bad Idea

Erika Jayne - Bounce

Kylie Minogue ft. Bebe Rexha & Tove Lo - My Oh My

Tinashe - No Broke Boys

Tinashe - Cross That Line

Tinashe - Thirsty

Meghan Trainor - Make A Move

Isabel LaRosa - Pretty Boy

Frost Children ft. Danny Brown - Shake It Like A

Kimbra - Back To You

Kimbra - Tethers

Katie Gavin - Casual Drug Use

Isaia Huron - Aisha Potter

Ice Spice ft. Travis Scott - Oh Shhh…

Flo Milli - Understand

Charli XCX - Club Classics

Charli XCX - Sympathy is a Knife

Charli XCX ft. Lorde - Girl, So Confusing (Remix)

Charli XCX ft. Ariana Grande - Sympathy is a Knife (Remix)

Charli XCX ft. Troye Sivan - Talk Talk (Remix)

Charli XCX - Apple

Charli XCX - B2b

Charli XCX ft. Kesha - Spring Breakers (Remix)

Charli XCX ft. Shygirl - 365 (Remix)

Charli XCX - Mean Girls

Latto - Settle Down

Latto ft. Megan Thee Stallion - Squeeze

Sasha Alex Sloan - Me Again

Sabrina Carpenter - Taste

Sabrina Carpenter - Good Graces

Sabrina Carpenter - Juno

GRACEY - Delirium

Megan Thee Stallion - HISS

Mallrat - Ray of Light

Ayelle x Tamaraebi - Presence

Halle - Because I Love You

Robin Thicke & DreamDoll - I Know What To Do (IKWTD) [Remix]

Katy Perry ft. JID - Artificial

Katy Perry - Nirvana

Katy Perry ft. Kim Petras - Gorgeous

Katy Perry - Lifetimes

Katy Perry ft. Doechii - I'm His, He's Mine

Katy Perry - All The Love

Katy Perry - Crush

Katy Perry - Woman's World

JT - JT Coming

Tate McRae - It's OK I'm OK

Megan Thee Stallion ft. Kyle Richh - B.A.S.

Kimbra & Dawn Richard - The Moment

Isaia Huron - Smithson

Pale Waves - Not A Love Song

Nessa Barrett - DIRTY LITTLE SECRET

Biig Piig - Ponytail

Saweetie - Is It The Way

India Shawn - There Must Be a God

Culture Jam ft. Lay Bankz, Saweetie & Flo Milli - Pretty Girls Cry Too

Ari Lennox - Smoke

Phantogram - Ashes

Phantogram - Jealousy

Julia Michaels - Heaven II

Megan Thee Stallion ft. Flo Milli - Roc Steady

Mallrat & Kito - Hocus Pocus

GRACEY - Rhetorical Questions

Trevor Daniel - Tempo

Elmiene - Crystal Tears

Alice Chater - Don't Let My Boyfriend Get In Your Way

DeathbyRomy – BITCHFAMOUS

Tyla - Back to You

Latto - Brokey

Flo - How Does It Feel?

Flo - I'm Just A Girl

Kris Allen - Guinevere

Flo - IWH2BMX

Flo ft. CHLÖE x Halle - Soft (Unlocked)

Ayesha Madon - Michelle Obama

Chappell Roan - Good Luck, Babe!

Nessa Barrett ft. Tommy Genesis - DISCO

Nessa Barrett - Passenger Princess

Omar Apollo - Spite

Omar Apollo - Dispose of Me

CHLÖE - Rose

Yseult - TUNING

Tiana Major9 - Alone

Kiana Ledé - Natural

Adam Lambert - Wet Dream

Victoria Monét ft. Usher - SOS (Sex on Sight)

BANKS ft. Doechii - I Hate Your Ex-Girlfriend

Nao - Elevate

JORDY - Drinking Of Me

Addison Rae - Aquamarine

Victoria Monét - 1900's

VITA - FADE

VITA - BUTTERFLIES

VITA - TOPS

VITA - SAYLESS

VITA - BESTOFME

Addison Rae & ARCA - Aquamarine / Arcamarine

Addison Rae - Diet Pepsi

Perrie - Forget About Us

Mabel ft. Ty Dolla $ign - Stupid Dumb

The Corrs - Breathless (2024 Warren Remix)

FKA Twigs - Eusexua (Anyma Remix)

Rebecca Black - Sugar Water Cyanide

Griff - Last Night's Mascara

Griff - Miss Me Too

Maleigh Zan - 8 Ball

Connie Diiamond - Messy

Ariana Grande - Yes, And

KATSEYE - Touch

Bree Runway - PAWZ

Emei - Rabbithole

Brooke Candy - Block

Amelia Moore ft. Absolutely, Samara Cyn & Coco Jones - See Through (Remix)

BIA, Lil Yachty - PISSED OFF

Blusher - Somebody New

Lady Gaga - Disease

Last Years (2023) List

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eepy-weepy-silly · 3 months ago

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Robert 'Bobby' Warren

"Bobby is a great guy! He's outgoing, seems to command the attention of any room he walks into, he's pretty damn athletic, and he's just.. loud. Not that that's a bad thing. Just.. Sometimes it feels like he's overcompensating for something.. I don't have a damn clue what that could be though." - Charlie Dalton, 1959

Dead Poet (shockingly)

Age: 17

Gender: Male (he/him)

Sexuality: Gay (🚪+ in denial) (DENIAL IS A RIVER IN EGYPT.)

MBTI: ESTP

Birthday: March 25th

Family: Unnamed parents, Georgia Bennett (nee Warren; older sister)

Backstory: Bobby felt almost like an impostor in his family. Yes, Bobby got lots of attention, but that was only because of his loud nature. He never felt truly seen. He felt he only got love and praise when he was who his parents (read: his father) wanted him to be. He was never allowed to play with his sister Georgia. Not after his father caught him, at six years old, trying on one of Georgia's beauty pageant tiaras and wearing one of her feather boas, twirling around and waving like a pageant queen in his mother's heels (for Christ's sake, he was even wearing lipstick, probably courtesy of his sister), grinning at the laughter and clapping from his sister his behavior earned him. His father immediately dragged him out of the room and slapped the poor little boy so hard he fell to the floor and said to his son through gritted teeth, "Bobby, you aren't a goddamned girl, now quit. acting. like it." and a fearful Bobby silently nodded. He was never allowed to play with his sister again after that. Safe to say, toxic masculinity was instilled in poor Bobby from a young age. It didn't help that Bobby never quit cared when the neighbor's daughter would come to play, but he cared so much when her brother would tag along. He hated how when the boy was near, he felt so happy and when their fingers brushed, shocks ran through him and he wanted to grab his hand and never let go.. God, What was wrong with him..? When he got shipped off to hell-ton at age ten, Bobby actually had just as hard of a time integrating into Welton. Sure, he joined the rowing team and the soccer team, but that doesn't mean he didn't face his fair share of.. issues with other students.

Hobbies/interests: Rock music, jazz (because of his sister), Elvis Presley, Frank Sinatra, poetry (he doesn't necessarily have a favorite, but Frost seems to be the one he likes to read the most), sneaking out of Welton to go dance and drink ("We're young! We should be having fun, don't you guys get it??"), smoking, soccer, sports in general, theatre (he'll DIE before anyone knows that though)

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Blue

Face claim: young! Rob Lowe

"God, Cameron, are you just allergic to fun at this point? Its just a little beer, you puritan!"

Dynamics

Charlie: One of the first friends Bobby made upon arriving at Welton. They're on the rowing and soccer teams together, so obviously they're basically besties. ALSO Bobby may or may not have a crush on Charlie oop- He gets borderline depressed when Charlie gets expelled.

Neil: Bobby was actually secretly really into theatre. He and Neil would reenact their favorite Shakespeare scenes together, and Bobby would do a silly voice that made Neil break character and laugh. Bobby wanted to try out for Lysander, and Neil encouraged him, but.. He didn't. But he really enjoyed watched Neil perform, and was heavily affected by Neil's death.

Cameron: There is now two of Charlie, kind of..... somebody save this boy LMAO- (I seriously feel like they have beef, like Bobby cannot STAND someone who is a stickler for the rules, so naturally he and Cameron don't get along well)

As for all of the other Poets, Bobby either gets along well with them and I don't have anything special to add, or he's just neutral on them.

#Spotify #dps oc #bobby warren

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aishangotome · 2 months ago

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Main Story S2 Chapter 4-17: A Withering Daffodil (凋亡的水仙) | Light and Night 光與夜之戀

S2 Chapter 4-16

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After a long while, the door to the balcony, which hadn't been closed tightly, was blown open by a gust of wind, and the white curtains fluttered loudly.

Charlie turned sideways. His eyes glimmered faintly in the dimness, like a gem whose existence in this place was uncertain.

He smiled at me, a smile I wasn't familiar with, but one that seemed so genuine.

Charlie: Fiancée, let's experience eloping first.

He held out his arm to me. Without hesitation, I linked my arm with his. A soft chuckle reached my ears, and then my waist was encircled, and I was swept up into his arms.

The white curtains flashed before my eyes, and we had already leaped over the rusty railing of the balcony. The rapid fall made all the stars in the sky seem to turn upside down.

And in the next second, a pair of enormous black wings unfurled behind Charlie.

We soared upwards from the lowest point, crashing into a rain cloud. The fierce wind whipped up countless raindrops, pelting us in the face. I instinctively closed my eyes.

Charlie's cheerful, mischievous laughter rang in my ears.

Charlie: Open your eyes, the scenery around us is beautiful.

Charlie: After learning how to fly, I've always really liked doing this.

I opened my eyes as he instructed. All around us was a vast expanse of clouds and mist, and tiny ice crystals flitted past me. The city lights had become distant and blurry, yet their reflections made them even more dazzling.

Charlie's hair was already soaking wet, and his eyelashes looked as if they were covered in frost as he gazed at a higher point, as if in remembrance.

Was he like this back then, when he had just become the older brother and had just learned to fly? On nights when he looked forward to the heavy rain at the window, avoiding everyone's gaze, flying alone into the high sky.

Would he have felt excited because this was exactly what he wanted to do, and would he have felt lonely because there was no one to share such a spectacular sight with?

I held his neck tightly and whispered in his ear.

You: Taking your fiancée to see the night view in such heavy rain, only you would do that.

Charlie: After all, aren't your eyes only on me when it's sunny?

You: Hahahahahaha.

You: Charlie, fly even higher—

I reached out to brush the raindrops off his wings. The black feathers were smooth and hard, even a bit sharp. Charlie was taken aback for a moment, then held me even tighter.

We flew into the torrential rain, heading towards the higher and farther night sky.

We passed over the surging low-lying clouds, brushed past birds flying in the storm, and stretched our fingers towards the sky, feeling the traces of wind and rain slipping through our fingertips.

When we encountered dark clouds, Charlie used his talent to blast them open, and the starry sky behind them would leak out from that gap, scattering clean starlight in the turbid rain.

Bolts of lightning struck down from right in front of us, brilliantly illuminating the entire night sky. Charlie hovered in the air and covered my ears with the tips of his wings.

Later, I started to feel cold, so he lowered our altitude. As we flew over a dimly lit alley, we noticed a man sneaking behind an oblivious girl.

Before I could even say anything, Charlie had already swooped down and kicked the man over.

The man fell into the muddy green belt, struggling to get up, but he couldn't even straighten his body before Charlie stepped on his shoulder and pressed him back down.

Man: Who are you?! Let me go—agh—!

The man's arms, ankles, and even his mouth and nose began to sink into the wet, smelly mud. His cries weakened, and instinct drove him to crawl forward.

Charlie bent down and reached out to grab the man's throat.

Charlie: Will you dare to do it again?

The torrential rain fell amidst the roar of thunder. Charlie looked unperturbed at the man struggling under his hand.

The man's face had already begun to turn red and purple. He writhed in pain, squeezing out a few words from his blocked throat.

Man: I... I understand....

The dim yellow light of the street lamp reflected the dense raindrops. Charlie leisurely picked up a torn advertisement from the ground, walked around, and stood in front of the man.

You: Shall we go?

Charlie: Do I look like someone with such a good temper?

The man was stripped naked and tied to the lamppost.

Charlie: You'd better pray that more people walk this way, so someone can call the police for you sooner.

The man struggled to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Charlie stuffed a wad of cloth into his mouth and throat.

Charlie: Have a pleasant evening.

With that, Charlie picked me up again, spread his wings, and flew towards the high sky.

He seemed to be in a good mood, but his gaze never left my face, and he didn't say anything.

Was he observing my reaction, or waiting for me to speak?

But what was there to wait for? My heart was filled with tenderness.

You: Well done, Charlie!

You: Is there anything more exciting?

Charlie: You want something even more exciting?

Charlie raised an eyebrow. The airflow around my ears suddenly became violent. We flew up to the clouds again, and then plunged rapidly downwards amidst my screams and laughter.

Clumps of leaves flew past us. Before the first startled dry leaf could fall to the ground, Charlie flew us straight into the blinds of a penthouse on the top floor of a villa.

The glass window shattered in front of us, sharp and glittering fragments shooting outwards in all directions, yet they were uniquely steered clear of us by Charlie's talent.

In the darkness, I could barely make out that this was a study. Charlie looked around and picked up a briefcase in the corner, marked with the Novaten logo.

When we crashed out through another window, shouts of alarm and hurried footsteps echoed from the hallway. In the garden, guard dogs barked fiercely. Before taking off, Charlie didn't forget to ruffle the head of one of them.

The black-clad bodyguards chased us to the window. In the distance, I recognized one of them as the person who had taken us to see Minister Tang that day. Was this Minister Tang's residence?

In the air, Charlie snapped his fingers, and the clasps of the briefcase sprang open, revealing stacks of banknotes inside. With a gust of wind, these papers flew all over the sky.

Charlie: Fiancée, isn't it beautiful?

Before I could answer, Charlie burst out laughing.

Charlie: Of course, it's beautiful! Who wouldn't like money?

He manipulated the air, making the banknotes swirl and flow into a river in the sky, then scattered them, letting them fall like rain on the ground.

Like a natural conductor, his every gesture was captivating. Charlie noticed my gaze and smiled, looking down at me.

Charlie: What's wrong? Are you mesmerized?

You: Maybe "gone crazy" is more accurate.

I grabbed a handful of banknotes from the briefcase, cheering as I threw them outwards as well.

Of course, I liked money. I thought Charlie liked it too. We liked all the things money could buy, liked discussing money matters, and liked haggling with each other.

But we also liked watching banknotes fall from the sky and onto the ground like this, bringing a disorderly joy.

Charlie and I threw handful after handful of money into the wind, our voices carried away by the breeze as well.

The rain-filled sky seemed to merge the boundary between night and dawn. I only hoped it could rain for a little longer.

At the storefront of a small bar on the street, the bartender placed two mixed drinks he had just prepared on the windowsill. Suddenly, something covered his eyes.

He frantically took the object down, only to find that the two drinks on the windowsill were gone, and in his hands were two wet banknotes.

From the distant horizon, the laughter of a young man and woman seemed to drift over.

After what felt like an endless flight, Charlie landed us on an abandoned railway track.

The briefcase was completely empty. We leaned against the rails, raising our glasses to clink them in celebration.

I finished my drink in one gulp, but Charlie set his glass aside.

You: Do you think a train might come?

Charlie: Scared?

You: Who wouldn't be?

Charlie: Fiancée, I used to think about how I would die in the future.

Charlie: It had to be something spectacular, definitely not being run over by a train.

Charlie: So, don't worry, I'll hold up the sky for you if it falls.

He pulled me down, and we lay down on the tracks, shoulder to shoulder.

I couldn't see where the railway tracks in the distance led. But the section beneath us felt like some kind of steel spine, carrying us into the earth.

If the sky falls, I don't want Charlie to hold it up for me.

I just want us to lie here, being the last two people to get hit, and finally talk about that ice cream shop we went to earlier.

I moved my arm slightly, and the back of my hand touched Charlie's fingertips.

He didn't move, and neither did I, carefully feeling that tiny bit of contact, that small distance.

You: If... if it were him, would he have obediently taken that thug to the police station?

You: Would he have suddenly broken into that minister's house, stolen his briefcase, and made it rain money in the sky?

You: And all those things just now and before... would he have done any of them?

So, why did you have to meet me with your most arrogant and unruly side, why did you have to reveal your true feelings from time to time, why did you have to let me see everything, making it impossible for me not to guess who you really are?

I suddenly felt a stinging sensation in my eyes. Charlie's knuckles gently brushed across my face.

Charlie: Fiancée, do you know who I am now?

The rain in front of us had lessened, almost disappearing into the gradually rising light of dawn, like mist.

Beyond the distant mountains, a layer of light also rose on the horizon.

I no longer needed to think about this question, because there had only ever been one answer.

You: Charlie.

You: Right here, right now, there's no one else.

You: The person who scared me on the plane was called Charlie.

You: The person who helped me out at the bar was called Charlie.

You: The person in the white coat at the hospital, calm and professional, was called Charlie.

You: The person who clearly did nothing wrong but chose to exile himself because he was wanted was called Charlie.

You: The person who hid so much from me is Charlie, and the person who took me to see the night view in the stormy sky is Charlie.

I spoke faster and faster. The moments I had spent with him before flashed before my eyes, like scattered feathers finally falling to the ground.

We had known each other for a long time, yet it felt like the first time we met.

I would never know what Charlie, if he grew up as the younger brother, would have been like, where he would be, or what kind of life he would be living.

Maybe better, maybe worse, maybe we wouldn't have even met. Maybe even now, the two of us would still be inexplicably drawn together, going around in circles until today.

But so what? We have nowhere to go but the future.

I gently squeezed Charlie's hand, looking at him solemnly, as if looking at someone I would get to know in the future.

You: Nice to meet you for the first time, Charlie. My name is Y/N.

Charlie looked back at me.

A ray of golden dawn light jumped into his pupils, and then it was dazzling.

He rolled over, sheltering me beneath him.

The sky behind him was already covered in the glow of dawn. He could probably see it in my eyes.

His light, even breaths fell on my face. Charlie laughed, finally seeming to let go of something.

Charlie: I'm done for. I think I really want to give up.

His voice was very soft. I didn't ask him what he wanted to give up. I just reached out and put my arm around his shoulders.

I would tell him, then give up. We eloped, why should we care about the troubles of the world? He would agree and laugh boisterously, saying, "That's right, let's fly far away and find a beautiful little island and never come back."

Then the sky would brighten, and he would hear sounds from near and far. Giving up would become a joke.

But only one thing was different: this was the first time he had told me that he wanted to give up.

The undried droplets on the tips of his hair fell onto the tip of my nose. I couldn't help but sneeze, making both of us laugh.

Charlie: Want to go back?

I nodded, and the sky turned a blue-white color. Charlie then flew me back to the old Zha family residence.

The warm water washed away the chill of the night. Outside the bathroom, Charlie was leaning against the wall, counting my sneezes one by one.

Charlie: Fourth, fifth...

By the time he counted to twenty-six, I had finished showering. I went out and glared at him, just as Charlie turned to face me with a smile.

But unlike the wicked smile he had on his face at night, this time his smile seemed much more heartfelt.

You: Hurry up and go wash up, or I'll start counting your sneezes!

Charlie blinked at me innocently and walked into the bathroom.

I had been busy dealing with our soaked clothes earlier, so now I finally had the time and leisure to properly observe the room Charlie had brought me to change in.

Warm wooden lamps, a wardrobe adorned with carvings, an oil painting with delicate brushstrokes above the bed... This should be a bedroom, decorated elegantly and with care.

There was a round cushion by the bed, like one used for children to play on. There was also a book on the cushion, carefully wrapped in a fancy and cute cover.

I walked over and reached out to open it. Contrary to the cover, it turned out to be a medical textbook filled with notes. The handwriting was a bit childish but very neat.

You: Are these Charlie's brother's notes?

I flipped through the pages. In the middle, there were two pages that seemed to be stuck together with glue.

Over time, the glue's stickiness had weakened, and I was able to carefully separate them. The handwriting was the same, but the content was no longer related to the book. It seemed to be something written unintentionally.

It said that Dad had guests over today, and he really wanted to go see them, but Dad said no. So when his younger brother pulled him to go take a peek secretly, he deliberately didn't resist.

At the end of this passage, he wrote---

You: "I wish I had the courage to put my ideas into action like my younger brother does."

I couldn't help but trace those lines of writing. A small boy with silver hair and purple eyes appeared before me. Now I could see the difference between him and Charlie.

I saw the boy sitting at his desk, his back straight, carefully writing these words stroke by stroke.

His expression was a bit vacant until the sound of his younger brother calling him for dessert came from outside the door.

Only then did he react. Looking somewhat embarrassed, he rummaged through a drawer, found a glue stick, and hurriedly stuck the two pieces of paper together, pressing them down carefully.

After making sure the two pages were firmly stuck together, he jumped down from the tall stool at the desk, responding with a series of "I'm coming's" as he ran towards the door.

The small figure quickly disappeared from my sight, and the scene before me also faded away.

Charlie said he envied his brother and wanted to be his brother for one day.

But did he know that his brother might have also thought about how wonderful it would be to be the younger brother for one day? He should know, no, he must know.

I hugged the book and ran back to the bathroom. The person inside seemed to have heard my footsteps, and the sound of the water lessened.

Charlie: Fiancée? If you've come to count my sneezes, then I'm afraid you'll be disappointed.

The frosted glass allowed me to see his blurry silhouette, standing tall and straight. I pressed my head against the door panel.

You: Charlie, I found a book, your brother's book. There are some words written inside.

You: I don't know if you've ever seen them, but I wanted to tell you...

To tell you that from that time on, you possessed something incredibly precious.

And thank you for still keeping them to this day, bringing me endless courage when I felt lost.

I spoke incoherently. The bathroom door was suddenly pulled open, and a large cloud of white mist billowed out. Charlie stood at the door, wrapped in a towel.

Without a word, he walked over, bent down, and gave me a wet hug.

You: What are you doing?

Charlie: Being a rogue.

Charlie: Thank you.

Charlie: Thank you for thinking of me all the time.

S2 Chapter 4-20

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jackalsinthekitchen · 9 months ago

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pop report #8 (today's top hits, 9/24/24)

today's top twenty – short n' salty

A whole Brat Summer has come and gone since we last left off. I tumbled belatedly down Charli’s rabbit hole in January, when I was looking for something to flatter a high, and she ended up blowing my world apart. I’d slept on her a decade ago, when she was both sugar and spice – everything nice, really – in hits which have aged varying degrees of well. Yet her 2015 union with PC Music was what put the form to her urge to soundscape – unlike the DMT-addled Todd Rundgren of fifty years ago, of whom she’s a fan, she’s nothing if not collaborative. When I first played brat, besotted as any sane person would be by the effervescent “360”, I found its music too metallic and its melodies overly astringent. Mea culpa – now no less an authority than our next president [knock, knock] has validated her cultural primacy.

So you won’t catch me complaining anymore – it couldn’t have happened to a more visionary icon. But of course, the year belongs to neither Charli, nor the victor in the battle of the quarter-century (not talking about Beyoncé v. Swift, who I think it’s safe to say overdid themselves into a draw this time out). Armed with little more than a wand, a rabbit, and a kabuki-meets-Cyndi Lauper aesthetic, the Midwest Princess finally completed her year-long rise this fall. Meanwhile, in Chappell’s shadow, the Last Straight Femme has put a bow on a fascinating saga that kicked off with “Drivers License”, while Olivia takes sour selfies abroad. And the season of the sticks is long over, with the cabal of bros who once threatened to turn 2024 into the Year of the Dude proving one-hit wonders – or if not one, at least a lot less than F-1 trillion.

But the bro atop half of Today’s Top Hit, Bruno Mars, is a different breed altogether – like his duet partner, one L. Gaga, a star so massive he’s transcended this plane, if not the material world. The languidly soulful waltz “Die with a Smile” sounds to me like an AI dream about “Beautiful Things” being less annoying, and as with everything else America can’t stop listening to (including “Beautiful Things”), someday soon I’m sure I’ll love it. But it still turns on vocals which grind into sincerity, yielding more sawdust than sparks, and presumably won’t unite a wedding dancefloor like “Uptown Funk” or “Bad Romance” ages from now. I suppose each artist thought they had to remind us that they were alive, and forgive my cynicism that the song is doing so well on branding power alone (well, and maybe those outfits).

Tate McRae is another one who feels greedier for the public than vice versa, but it’s ok – “It’s ok I’m ok” is a bit more than OK, the rapid-fire rap hook and sudden wash of synth atmospherics disrupting its relative self-repetition. It's another one that promises to grow over a slow fade; I’d say pop hits are fading slower than ever, but really, it’s always been this way. It does boast some brevity, said to be the soul of something in limited currency – its brisk two and a half minutes feel closer to 75 seconds. Lasting as long is #3, a single about lingering, Short n’ Sweet (ha)’s attention-seizing opener “Taste”. Whereas Olivia’s overtures to authenticity made her so compelling, Sabrina leans into the prefab, and it’s fab every time, fam. Its throwback feel is one of its chiefest virtues – it’s a dead ringer for the Divinvyls, and who doesn't dig the Divinyvls?

The fun of Chappell Roan is which of her big hits you can’t escape at any given moment – only “Pink Pony Club”, which is basically a standard now, is falling behind the rest of the pack. #4 on today’s TTH is “Good Luck, Babe”, its chorus such a pristine flourish of frosting it’s always good for getting through, coming out or kissing off. It’s the first in a trio of queer victories down the list, followed by Charli’s zero-melody banger “Guess”, feat. Billie E, whose subsequently-slotted “Birds of a Feather” is to “we can’t be friends” (#21) as Sour is to Short n’ Sweet. Here’s a girl who writes like she earned both her Oscars. This sapphic streak goes up in flames with the Weeknd, a painfully-straight whose strongest hits sound super gay anyway. After The Idol, the flames are all he can dance in.

#s 8-12 are five stalwart inescapables – that me espresso, H-O-T-T-O-G-O, J.J. Abrams’ nepo baby keenly cornering the “wounded submissive with an acoustic guitar” half of the Taylor Swift market (her vocals softening Olivia’s bratty diction with Billie’s volume control – “I Love You, I’m Sorry”, not as good as “Risk” but still good), Hozier cornering the Adam Levine market (it’s not my aphrodisiac, but the sky still splits open at that wailing instrumental break), errybody in the bahr gittin’ tyup-seh. Then the crisp, honeyed “Apple”, one of a handful of excellent hooks (not to mention lyrics) I missed like a dumb bitch when I was being a brat about brat. Benson Boone’s “Slow it Down” (no one asked you to, BB) sounds extra hoary directly after – though yet again, he builds up to something more worth your while than you expect from the first minute.

Depending on how you look at it, no two bros need more or less help than Post Malone and Morgan Wallen. But for their stab at the song of the summer – per Billboard, it worked – six additional bros lent a hand (though, credit where due, one of them is named Ashley). “I Had Some Help” is solid, and as with all decent-plus generic pop hits gets better or worse depending on the weather in your town or head. Still, the main takeaway is that both men would love to be Sabrina Carpenter, if not Chappell Roan. Next in line is the only member of the Tortured Poets’ Department that doesn’t sound asleep, "I Can Do it With a Broken Heart", a missile aimed directly under Joe Alwyn’s skin – the same summer the latter decided it would be a canny career move to play a rapist in Yorgos Lanthimos’ hasty surrender of his newly-acquired feminist cred.

After Tommy “Temporarily” Richman’s programmatic percolator “Million Dollar Baby” – his album will be called Coyote, though he might’ve just as easily gone with I, Robot – comes a new one for the stomp-clappers Noah Kahan pulled out of the woodwork: Myles Smith’s “Stargazing”. Anyone who’s ever wondered what Chris Martin would sound like fronting Mumford & Sons will be free to turn their attention elsewhere. Then there’s an arresting little club-designed mystery I haven’t heard before – “Move”, by two white guys (Adam Port and Stryv) and a Black vocalist (Malachiii) gently cashing in on a bourgeoning Afrobeats bubble (on this hemisphere, anyway – it’s an embarrassment of riches on the other). It’s a big hit in Belgium, Switzerland, the Netherlands, and Austria – shades of ABBA, who never crossed the color line in their lives.

I’d call #20 the secret song of the summer – while many of us are feeling hot to go and so Julia, there are still plenty of shitty vibes to go around, not to mention shitty men (this writer included). Justice doesn’t get more poetic than “Please Please Please” hitting the top in a surging crop of penis-pop. While Sabrina’s triumphs are often trifles, “Please” nails an almost unprecedented level of sexual-politics profundity without a speck of strain or waste (I’d be shocked if it featured more than three instruments). Sure, Olivia’s righteous rage always hits like a tonic, but something about Carpenter’s straight-to-the-point disappointment feels a great deal more potent. Imagine if Lesley Gore, not to mention Aretha Franklin, had had “I beg you, don’t embarrass me motherfucker” at their disposal. Even then, neither would’ve delivered that last word with the same score-settling perfection. Morgan Wallen and Post Malone will always have some help. 2024’s pop queens don’t need any.

#chappell roan #sabrina carpenter #billie eilish #charli xcx #lady gaga #bruno mars #tate mcrae #the weeknd #gracie abrams #hozier #benson boone #post malone #morgan wallen #taylor swift #tommy richman #myles smith #malachiii #adam port

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originemesis · 1 year ago

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@celestialfcllen cont. from xxx

Manifesting an apple in his hand Lucifer would carelessly take a few bites as Adam ranted on. Once he was done Lucifer would flick the apple core at Adam's face. " Well, it wouldn't be the first time I ate a heavenly ass. " Snickering his words out at his own crude joke. " I know she left but unlike you, I don't throw a tantrum over it and demand a new wife like a spoiled brat and still whine about it thousands of years after the fact. But that's okay, we all know how cranky you get when you don't get your nap. Isn't that right Mister big baby Adam? " Moving a hand over he'd pinch the angel's cheek while speaking in a way one might a small child or dog. " If you need Daddy to tuck you in, I'd be happy to. I know the best bedtime story, Charlie loved this one. " With a snap of his fingers, a children's picture book would appear in his hand and a chair for him to sit on.

"Figures you'd be good at that. Must be why your FACE resembles one so fuckin' much? You are what you eat and whatever ~ " Adam shot back with the same level of unphased aggression that his target seemed a lot more comfortable in than his sudden dunking into with feathers already trained into a frazzled state. A frog in a boiling pot didn't understand its surroundings very well, after all.

He bit his teeth together at the next musical chairs round of musings and gave a warning flap or two- a reminder for the other to keep his distance lest he wanted to catch some talons outside a Denny's parking lot at four A.M because that was likely where they'd fall if he lunged and managed to tackle him out of the skies and down to Earth. "Who's throwing a tantrum? And for your fuckin' information, I didn't have to demand shit! Did you ever have to wake up on a bed of frost with your fucking rib stolen? I don't think so!" And just talking about it was giving him a weird bout of pancreatitis which he grabbed at through his robes with his talons momentarily until the spasming stopped. "You ever have to nut on command? I don't think so!"

And like the 'big baby' he was slated as, he spat a quick raspberry at the fucker. Of course, the pinching and yanking and fussing at his face is a quick way to dispel that sort of attack. "E-EY!?" His space was like bandwidth...entirely too limited to an original version. So it's with a bit too much strength that he tries to slam his wings down and crush the other, but that serpent is too slippery and just poofs away to find himself a chair and a book read aloud, thumbing open some pages that has the distinct lettering of 'go the fuck to sleep' on the cover. Without a target to wing slam under him, however, he stubs his damn wings and let's out a sharp yelp along with a sucking of teeth as they curl around his stomach and hold him there.

"...fuck you- I don't HAVE a dad-" A close enough one to visit regularly anyway. "And tell that bitch to eat glass for me, mmk ~ ? Or I'll teach her about lion prides next time we meet. The pecking order, perhaps??"

#//ooo~ casually threatens ur daughter like #//come n get him #celestialfcllen #suggestive cw #long post

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bl00diedvalentine · 3 years ago

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Below the cut i have a list of Alphabetically sorted ‘Call Signs’ for you if you: can’t figure out what yours would be, you need one for an OC, or for whatever other purpose! :)

!! Some of these came off the internet and are real call signs! Some are from Top Gun/Top Gun: Maverick which is probably why some of them may seem familiar. Good luck aviators. !!

A: Angel, Alphabet, Agony, Arrow, Assassin, Aggy, Ace, Animal, Astro, Anxiety.

B: Black Cat, Bronco, Bruise, Brick, Basher, Bulldog, Breaker, Blaze, Boomerang, B.O.B, Blade, Bullet, Bull, Bullseye, Bucket, Biggie, Birdie, Boots, Bones, Badger, Buzz, Big-sky, Baby Bat, Bubbly, Butterscotch, BumbleBee, Bagman, Booty.

C: Cobra, Cypher, Casper, Charge, Cougar, Cyclone, Crow, Cyclops, Chipper, Coyote, Cargo, Charlie, Chaser, Cryo, Chuck, Creed, CooCoo, Cannonball, Circuit, Crash, Colt, Cruella, Creature, Chicken Little.

D: Dynamite, Dusty, Dash, Demo, Dice, Duck, Domino, Dover, Dozer, Diesel, Darling, Dasher, DoDo, Dipper, Digger, Deuce, Django, Dottie, Deception.

E: Elvis, Enigma, Egghead.

F: Flatline, Fireball, Fighter, Frost, Fancy, Feather, Flame, Frogman, Fifi, Firecracker, Fun-sized, Fruit Bat, Fungus.

G: Ghost, Goose, Giggles, Gucci, Ghostrider, Grizzly, Great White (shark), Gills, Gibbs, Gonzo, Ginger, Gator, Growler, Gretel, Graveyard, Ghoul, GG, G-Lord, Glassjaw.

H: Hangman, Hammer, Hijax, Hijinx, Hollywood, Hurricane, Howler, Heater, Hawk, Honey, High-Tech, Hard Shell, Hydra, Horns, Heebee-Jeebee, Heartbreak, Hellcat, Hansel.

I: Iceman, Ivy, Irishman.

J: Joker, Jinx, Jester, Jaws, Jacket, Judge, Jumper, Jaguar, Jigsaw, Judas.

K: Killer, Knight, Kanga, Krunch, Kindle.

L: Lucky, Legend, Little red, Lick, Lightbeam, Lambchop, Lover-boy, Lovebug, Lunch Money, Lucifer.

M: Maverick, Mouse, Mad Dog, Maniac, Machine, Mutt, Merlin, Mellow, Major, Mugsy, Mistletoe, Micro, Mamba, Mule, Mad, Memo, Magician, Monster, Moony, Midnight, Magic, Mastermind, Mare, Mustache, Moby, Mortician, Mortimer, Massacre, Mad Hatter.

N: Nova, Navigator, Nerd, Nugget, Nightlight, Nightcrawler.

O: Ox, Omen, Obi, Octave/Octavia, Oopsie Daisy.

P: Puddle, Porky, Poison, Payback, Phoenix, PopTop, Pyro, Pitch, Puggsy, Princess, Puke, Poltergeist, Phantom, Peacock, Puzzle, Peter Pan, Pandora.

Q: Quiver, Queenie, Q-tip.

R: Razor, Ripper, Rattlesnake, Rooster, Rebound, Rush, Red, Rags, Robin, Rusty, Rebel, Radiator, Rottweiler, Rapid, Rambo, Red Flag, Rockstar.

S: SHOCK, Skipper, Showoff, Sparrow, Slayer, Smiley, Songbird, Shadow, Scooby, Slider, Sundown, Stinger, Sludge, Shredder, Storm, Silence, Stretch, Serpent, Scout, Shark, Stag, Slick, Sassy, Scooter, Soprano, Spring, Strike, Scorpion, Showtopper, Stallion, Sweet ‘n Sour, Scarlet Witch, Surge, Spinach, Shanks, Shenanigan.

T: Tiger, Taz (Tasmanian Devil), Thunder, Twinkle-Toes, Tank, Tweety, T-Bone, Tumble Weed, Trouble, Tombstone, Tug, Toon, Twitch, Turbo, Tart, Teacup.

U: Uber, Unicorn, Ultimate, Unseen.

V: Viper, Vapor, Vampire, VooDoo, Vanilla, Vine, Venom.

W: Wiki, Wolfman, Wizard, Warlock, Wildcard, Wednesday, Wildfire, Wonderland, White Rabbit, Weasel, Weasley.

X: Xeno, X-man, Xanadu.

Y: Youngin.

Z: Zeus, Zebra, Zig-Zag, Zimm.

#top gun #call signs #top gun maverick #call sign ideas #military #us navy #us navy fighter pilot #fighter pilot #pilot call signs

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antimonyandthyme · 2 years ago

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brain is swamp and i have too many random aus in a soup so i’m plonking them all here

spirited away au

where mick is chihiro and seb is haku and mick gets stuck in the spirit world and is forced to get a job in the bathhouse. seb is caring and then cold, kind and then terribly stern, and mick feels all alone, the only human among creatures who would devour him without a second thought. except for that dragon, who appears when everyone else in the bathhouse has gone to sleep, curls up around mick and lets mick cry into the feathers adorning its head. it’s seb. seb’s the dragon. the dragon has a curse which mick will break, and mick will remember the dragon’s real name by the end of this. and free the dragon from the bathouse!

whiplash au

where seb is neiman and toto is fletcher (see this, lmao) and seb’s this aspiring drummer who is well aware he’s talented and wants to make it in the big leagues and toto’s this borderline abusive, emotionally manipulative, relentlessly strict conductor that gives all the students nightmares and seb’s just like, yeah, great. it’s this guy i wanna impress. i’m gonna practice until he acknowledges me. oh and he also gets toto fired which sets off the greatest game of musical chess ever played. toto invites seb to play in his band and he orchestrates it just to break seb down except seb powers through and busts out a life changing drum solo that makes all of toto’s dreams of creating the next charlie parker come true.

the happy prince au

where charles is the happy prince statue and seb is the swallow, and charles begs seb to stay for a day, pluck out the ruby in the hilt of his sword and to give it to that poor little boy selling matches. seb declares he does not enjoy being near boys with their stones and sticks, but he will do so just for charles, for a happy prince should not look this sad. and then charles asks seb to pluck out the sapphires from his eyes to give to the people, and seb says, you are blind now, i will stay with you always, and the frost comes and the swallow slowly freezes and this is where charles learns what having a bleeding heart will get you.

star wars au

where seb is obiwan and charles is anakin and the prophecy spoke of charles bringing balance to the force except charles can’t seem to care for it, not when he loves his master so, and in this version of events it is seb who falls to the dark side and becomes a sith, twisted by the love for his padawan and the fact that he will break all his vows for him, and charles is left to wonder what use is balance if his master stands on the other side of him, and on mustafar charles has the high ground but doesn’t use it, and it is anakin charles once again who is left gasping for breath when the fight is over.

#athy texts #help a mess #maybe if i vomit it out it'll all start to make sense

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bookofnottheaxolotl · 5 months ago

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Chapter 4

[Lost and found]

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How long had it been? Ten days? Three weeks? It must have been longer than that. In any case, it had been far too long. Every passing hour felt just as wrong as the last. Yet still... As Frank across the by now familiar beach, next to the same waves as all the times before, they found themself wondering. The muffin tried not to think too much about the implications of their conciousness. They had long lost hope in ever learning the reason behind their existance, if there even was any.

They had been walking for hours when they decided to take a short break. As they sat down on a nearby rock, Frank looked out at the sea. Besides the foaming waves crashing onto the shore, all they could see was a small boat in the distance. While it certainly was a nice view, the muffin continued their hike. Inside the boat, the three smugglers were debating their next move.

"Im starting to think that muffin is never going to show up. It's been more than seven hours, and we still havent seen the thing. Are you sure it's even coming, Charlie?" "For the third time in the past half hour, yes Liam, I am." While Liam and Charlie had spend the time bickering about wether or not the muffin was realy that predictable, Wilhelm had been outside, scanning the coast for any sign of life.

"Hey Charlie, Liam! You need to come here!" Saying this, Wilhelm handed the binoculars he'd been using to Liam, who quickly looked in the direction he was pointing. "Well wouldn't you know it. The muffin is walking right there!" Having nearly dropped the binoculars in suprise, Liam called Charlie over as well. "What are we waiting for?" Wilhelm added. "Lets go!"

Something seemed off. Frank, still calmly observing the ocean and shore around them, noticed that the boat they had seen earlier had changed its course. That couldn't be a good sign.

#billie bust up #fanfic #feathers and frosting #feathers and frosting charlie #feathers and frosting wilhelm #feathers and frosting liam #feathers and frosting frankenmuffin

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lightsovermonaco · 4 years ago

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Attention

Masterlist

I have once again been struggling with writers block so I decided to try a song fic. Beta read by @acollectionofficsandshit as per usual 🥰

Word Count: 3.1k

Song: “Attention” by Charlie Puth

Pierre only agreed to come to George's party because he was promised alcohol. Two hours in, his throat is drier than a desert, his hand is empty, and he was starting to regret his decision.

He scans the party for some sort of out. This conversation was starting to grate on his nerves and he wasn't sure he'd survive without whatever fruity cocktail George had cooked up tonight.

Parties bored Pierre. What little free time he had was better spent working out, in a car, or at home wrapped in someone he cared about. He had little patience for small talk, which is half the reason he had forgotten about the woman to his left until she breathed word of his profession.

"...heard you're some sort of driver and I had to ask."

Pierre's head snaps up. He smiles automatically at the blandly pretty woman, "yeah, I'm glad you did. You saved me from a slow, boring death."

He meant it sarcastically but she laughed anyway. It was too forced, her head thrown back and her chest pushed towards him like she wanted him to notice her low-cut top. Pierre did notice, but didn’t care to linger.

He didn't linger on much these days.

A laugh rises above the music, carried to Pierre on cherub's wings. Everything inside him stretches and pulls until he's not sure which way his organs are actually supposed to be arranged.

You're here. Somewhere in his hellscape of strobing lights and pounding bass, you slip through the crowd.

Pierre blinks hard, wildly scanning the crowd, begging the fates to grant him some semblance of luck.

The fates have other plans. Pierre catches a glimpse of your sun-kissed skin and he can picture your dazzling smile even with your back turned.

"Fuck." Pierre's stomach drops to his feet and he shrinks, desperate to disappear into the tropical-printed cushions.

"Um, are you okay?" His conversation partner tips her head, her wide smile not matching her otherwise perplexed expression.

Pierre yanks at the bracelets on his wrist, desperately trying to ground himself. His heart beats wildly, breath coming quick like he'd just finished a marathon. Fucking hell, he was gonna lose it. George promised Pierre he didn't have to worry.

That laugh grates against his eardrums again. Pierre is amazed he manages to keep his blue and white Nikes from being painted blue and green.

Memories surface through rose-tinted glass. Your fingers carding through his hair, stretched atop him in a barely there bikini at a deserted beach. Pierre begging you for one more kiss before getting on a plane. Your lips at the shell of his ear, whispering promises you had no intention of keeping.

He was obliviously happy then. Love came easily under the heat of the summer sun. But hearts freeze over with the first fall frost and shatter like the petals of a flower caught unaware by the sudden cold snap.

A hand brushes his arm and he jolts. "Do you need some water? You look like you're going to be sick."

"Uh, I'm fine." Pierre fights to arrange his features into a smile. "I spotted my ex and I don't really feel like talking to her."

Understatement of the century.

"Oh, I know what that's like." The woman- Lana, maybe? Pierre can't remember her name though they'd spent the better part of the last hour together- slides closer to him. Her hand lands on his knee, light as a feather. "I'm guessing it didn't end well, huh?"

Pierre scoffs bitterly. "If you call dragging my name through the mud and effectively banning me from all events that aren't hosted by my closest friends not ending well, then yes."

It'll be a miracle if you don't spot him. Pierre prays his lightened hair and poor posture are enough for you to skip over him.

Maybe-Lana clicks her tongue. "Poor baby." Her lower lip juts out in a little pout at the same time her hand slides up Pierre's thigh, applying pressure as it travels. "You wanna get out of here? She can't bother you if you're not around. And I bet I can help you take your mind off it."

Flirting, he can tolerate. The occasional suggestive touch or chaste kiss, fine. But he can't imagine taking anyone to bed and subjecting them to the embarrassment of being called by a name other than their own.

Pierre fumbles to string together words. His jaw moves but a voice that isn't his own speaks oh his behalf.

"He'll pass. Right, Pierre?" Pierre feels your heat radiating a hair's breadth from his neck. "I can tell you're trying to find a way to let her down easy. No worries, I've got it."

Your hand lands on Pierre's shoulder, giving it a quick pat. Neurons cease firing, your simple touch short circuiting his brain.

Please don't move your hand, he begs silently. He's not sure if the pitiful sound he makes is audible or not when you lift it and break the connection.

"Excuse me?"

Pierre doesn't have to look to see your red-painted lips cut a wicked, beautiful grin. God, he wants to kiss it off your face. "He's not interested, in case you haven't picked up on that. Actually, he never was. B-list actresses aren't his type."

The woman's mouth hangs open. She glances between you and Pierre, clearly expecting him to say something in her defense.

He would've chosen softer words, but you get the point across. The poor girl never had a chance. Pierre lifts his shoulder in an apologetic shrug, "she's right. Sorry."

"Wow. Okay then." Lana laughs harshly and snatches her phone and purse off the chaise. "You two make a lovely couple. Real winner you chose there, Pierre."

A tight smile stretches his cheeks. "Preaching to the choir."

You wait until the woman is out of earshot before chuckling. "I don't know why you try with those girls." When you finally hedge into Pierre's peripheral, he does his best to keep his eyes locked dead ahead. You stop directly in front of him, knees inches and oceans apart. "You know they only want you because you're semi-famous."

Like his favorite dog-eared novel, Pierre remembers your plot. Reading it a thousand times doesn't change the ending. When the final chapter comes, the same blood is shed. Crossing his fingers does not rearrange the ink on the page or stop the hero's defeat.

Twenty fingers beg to touch. Two sets of lips yearn to explore. One heart screams to run.

"Hey, Pierre."

He blows out a long, shaky breath and turns his eyes to the sky. It isn't fair for you to say his name with such reverence when it was never a holy thing to you.

"How have you been?" You tip your head and your hair falls over your shoulder. Pierre can't describe the scent of your perfume as anything other than regret.

You're as beautiful now as you were the first time you ripped out his heart. He hates that his pain doesn't change how badly he wants you.

"Don't you like my dress?" You run a hand down your side. He does. You already know that.

"That dress is karma," Pierre mutters. Misty blue velvet clings to your body, flowing over your curves like water until it stops mid thigh. He knows exactly what it'll feel like under his palm if he follows the trail yours blazes. No gesture from you was devoid of meaning; the exact shade of blue to match his irises you said were impossible to equal.

Pierre digs his nails into his palms because if he doesn't, he won't survive the night. And he knows that can't end in anything other than an hour of euphoria followed by weeks of silence.

"What was that?" When Pierre stays silent you lean forward, slow and sensual, and curl your pointer finger under his chin. "Speak up, I didn't hear you." Pierre counts the freckles on your brow to keep himself from counting the lashes brushing your cheek. "It's rude to avoid eye contact when speaking with someone. I know your mother raised you better than that. Should I call her and tell her how her son treats women?"

Pierre wonders how many parties you dragged your friends to tonight until you found him. Did you pay for all their cab rides? Had you bribed them with the promise of free drinks and ample desperate men to fawn over them? He doesn't understand why they are drawn to you in droves.

A heart so black, not even a mother could love you.

"I'm waiting, mon ange."

Maybe the answer is simpler. Maybe you own them the same way you own Pierre.

Pierre swallows his pride and prays he keeps his composure. Butterflies erupt in his stomach when he works up the courage to meet your lustful gaze. The soft light from the pool paints you in a ghostly bluish hue and tosses a halo around your figure.

Halloween isn't for another three months, he thinks. And yet here you are, a devil masquerading as an angel, wrapped up in a pretty bow, his death disguised in a beautiful smile.

He doesn't dare allow his gaze to venture further than your plump, glossy lips set in the same smile that reeled him in. But when you smile at him, because of him, it is enough.

"Good boy," you purr, running your finger under his jaw. He curses the shiver that runs down his spine. "Did you miss me?"

"No." Yes. "I've moved on." No he hasn't. "I haven't thought of you in forever."

"Oh, is that so?"

Pierre nods. "It's so."

Lying to you around the broken glass in his throat is one of the hardest things he's done. He thought about you five minutes before your laugh forced him to question reality. The sweatshirt you loved to steal from him hangs at the back of his closet, untouched and smelling faintly of you. Your favorite blanket remains folded neatly on the arm of his sofa, like the faded blue and white pattern might summon you back to him.

Your lips twitch upward and you sink into the recently vacated cushion next to him. Your dress rides up to expose a torturous amount of soft skin. You make no move to fix it. Pierre prides himself on keeping his hands to himself.

Pierre breathes deep and focuses on the two guys at the tiki bar downing shots, the couple fighting by the fence, the dog standing at George's feet waiting for scraps- anywhere but on you.

He was so screwed.

"Nice night." Under the guise of getting comfortable, you sling your bare legs over Pierre's lap. "Reminds me of the ones we spent together causing along Mulholland Drive." You tip your head back and laugh. The curve of your throat is a threat to his health. "You remember, don't you? I'm sure you remember fucking me on the hood of that NSX. By the way, did you ever get in trouble for that?"

The weight of you is too familiar, too welcoming, for him to be remotely comfortable. Pierre bites his cheek to keep from groaning as your toes dip between his thighs. "Can you not?"

Your laugh is light and airless. "Not unless you come clean and tell me the truth. Trust is a two way street."

Pierre isn't sure how he's drowning on dry land. He's nowhere near the pool but chlorine burns his nose and water rushes into his throat when he tries to breathe.

Your fingers graze his shoulder, setting five thin forest fires in their wake. "Why don't you relax, mon chou? You look awkward. It's not like you've ever had a problem touching me before."

Pierre flexes his hands where they hover a foot above your skin. He stares at your legs like doing so will magically make them move.

Fuck, he couldn't survive this again. George already dug Pierre out of one hole; he's fairly certain the Brit's kindness only extends so far.

But oh, how wonderful it would be to fall from heaven unto hell if you are the one waiting to walk through the flames to greet him.

You whisper the words that are his undoing. "Am I still someone to you?"

Pierre sets his hands on your shin. His thumb moves of its own accord, stroking lazy lines over your calf.

Fucking weak.

"Now say you miss me."

He almost does. Pierre always does what you ask. The words creep up his throat but he rushes to replace them with his own, untainted by your floral-scented manipulation.

"You just want attention," Pierre says, stronger and more convincing than he expected. "You don't care about me, you never have. It's my fault too, because I let you. But shit, I deserve better than this, don't I? You don't want my heart. You don't love me."

"So what if I don’t?" You lean close enough for him to taste the champagne on your breath. "It'll still be more fun than with anyone else."

You both know it's the truth. No one holds a candle to the way you move and you've lived in his head for months. He sees your silhouette on the street, in the drug store, at the gym. In his dreams, his name falls from your sugar-coated lips like candy and chases him from sleep.

"Come on, baby. Kiss me and I promise I'll make it go away."

He will never be free of your ghost, so why should he try?

Pierre's heart cracks when he breathes, "One kiss."

Your snare tightens around his neck the moment your lips touch and rips him to shreds. Hungry and needy, your nails scratch the base of his skull and you pull him closer. You blow past his defenses and he opens his mouth when your tongue prods his swollen lip.

This time will be different.

When you straddle his hips the lie deflates and settles in his hollow chest.

"One dance," you murmur. Pierre can't bring himself to answer. Impatient, you nip at his lip.

"One dance."

The last bit of himself breaks off when you haul him to his feet. Pierre avoids George's observant glare and follows after you like a lost puppy. He pretends he doesn't care when you refuse to let him thread his fingers through yours.

Sweat trickles down his back as you grind on him, one of your arms flung back to curl around his neck. Pierre dips his head to your shoulder, letting the beat take hold as he sucks a mark on your skin. He hopes you see it in the mirror and remember how you refused the moon when he pried it from the sky and offered it to you with bloodied, broken nails.

"Let's go to yours." You slot your mouth over his to swallow his answer. Pierre's whine mingles with your laugh as his stomach ties itself in knots.

Everything in him screams to cave, to call an uber and stumble into it with you glued to his lips. He wants to be intoxicated by your moans as he fucks you the way only he knows how. He wants you to carve red lines down his back and taste himself on your tongue. He wants that little sound you make as you come to linger in his consciousness forever. He wants to crawl inside your heart and get lost for so long that you finally let him stay.

The thing about dreams is they very rarely come true. Being signed to a semi-professional racing team probably met his lifetime quota of wish fulfillment. Short of stumbling upon a magic lamp, the rest of Pierre’s will indefinitely remain fantasy.

You will never want anything more than sex from him, and Pierre should come to terms with that- has come to terms with that.

But you draw him in with your siren song and he is powerless to resist. When he grows close enough you will lash out and drag him into the sea. You'll whisper that you love him as the water rushes in and his heartbeat fades, and he will thank you for doing it, just as he always does.

Your fingers carding in his hair, pulling him from his thoughts. “Come back to mine, then. I’ll wear that green set you like so much.”

Salt bursts on Pierre's tongue when he kisses you. It's the last time he ever will and he wants to carve it in stone. His hands wander in hopes of memorizing the shape of you. Strawberry shampoo assaults his nose and he'll never be able to smell it again without thinking of you.

Pierre steps away before he breaks the kiss. He draws a breath bristling with knives. Cold floods him in the absence of your body pressed against him and he regrets it immediately, but his only chance at freedom is now.

"No," he says with a sad, knowing smile. "You already won, what more do you want from me? I'll be chasing your high for as long as I live, and I think that's punishment enough."

Your face twists with true confusion and he almost crumbles. "Pierre, I won't leave this time. I swear, I want this, I want you-"

Pierre shakes his head, chest rattling. "It's okay. I knew from the start that there was only ever one ending to us." Pierre pinches a stray curl between his thumb and forefinger. He tugs on it a little as crocodile tears spring to your eyes. "You've made sure I'll never get over you. You'll always own a too-big piece of me, and I know that's what you've always wanted. Congratulations."

Pierre withdraws his hand before you can latch onto his wrist. "No, Pierre don't. Please don't."

"I wish I didn't have to."

Your tears become a mirror, magnifying and reflecting the heartbreak into his soul.

He feels it setting in. Ash coats his taste buds; he will never taste another meal as sweet as you. Exhaustion grows roots in his bones in preparation of years spent lying awake and wondering if he was always destined to be the consort to your unhappiness.

You are a hangover that will never end. You are the disease that will inevitably consume him.

Pierre leaves you to cry alone under the party lights, his lungs filled with the thick black tar of grief.

#pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly #pierre gasly fanfiction #pierre gasly fanfic #f1 fanfic #f1 fanfiction #f1 fic #f1 fantasy #f1 one shot #formula 1 fanfiction #formula 1 fantasy #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 #formula 1 one shot #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 fic

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drarreckyninja · 3 years ago

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drarreckyninja's top 50 ships of Feb 2022 [part 1/5]

50. Cistall

Sister "Cissy" Bear x Too Tall "TT" Grizzly [The Berenstain Bears]

Cissy easily becomes narcissistic when it comes to her hobbies, like dancing and jump rope. She's also a major gossiper; both quirks similar to TT's ex-girlfriend Queenie. TT has a soft center, and I could see them getting together when they get older.

49. Brayla

Brittany Ann x Kayla [Miss BG]

It may be a Dom/Sub relationship, considering how easily Kayla obeys Brittany Ann's dictations. She'll easily taunt others (including friends) if that's Brittany Ann's decision. It's not completely one-sided, as Brittany Ann admits that Kayla's the best friend she's got. And she'd rather spend Valentine's Day with Kayla than the boy who's after her affections.

48. Barge

Beetle Bailey x Sergeant "Sarge" Snorkel [Beetle Bailey comics]

It's actually become a popular headcanon that Beetle and Sarge are gay lovers in a Don't Ask, Don't Tell era military, and their constant scuffles and insults are disguised as sexual tension built up by their inability to freely engage in a relationship.

47. Wonkafrost

Willy Wonka x Jack Frost [Charlie and the Chocolate Factory x The Santa Clause 3: The Escape Clause]

Both men are outcasts among their peer groups and families. They have big plans for their businesses and are very eccentric in their ways. Furthermore, neither of them cares much for the women in their company.

46. Jacey

Josephine "Joey" Potter x Pacey Witter [Dawson's Creek]

Dawson is much too petty when it comes to his friends, causing fights whether or not intentional. Pacey loved Joey first, and he's there for Joey when she needs him. He doesn't want to give her up and says as much, but he only wants her to stay with him if she'll be happy.

45. Kames

Ken Jennings III x James Holzhauer [Jeopardy; The Chase]

Ken and James have a friendly, hilarious rivalry. They banter online, but they also go shopping together. In 2003, on Ken's first Jeopardy episode, he claimed to be there because of "two drunk teenagers and a truck driver in the Nevada desert." In 2003, James was 18-19. Was he one of the drunk Nevada teenagers? I like to think so.

44. Sparkison

Elliot Spencer x Parker x Alec Hardison [Leverage]

John Rogers basically verified in a tweet that he used the original series finale to make this OT3 canon. They are always there for one another.

43. Dasey

Derek x Casey [Life with Derek]

In the beginning, they seemed to just be average stepsiblings... then it went left field. You gotta remember that they're two teenagers who don't know each other and are forced to live together. They grow certain attachments, and it might not be all platonic.

42. Licmint

Lord Licorice x Mister Mint [Candyland; Candy Land: The Great Lollipop Adventure]

Mint is very optimistic and has no qualms in sneaking through Licorice's cave a la shortcut... until he gets caught. IRL: licorice and peppermint go very well together.

41. Lumiworth

Lumiere x Cogsworth [Beauty and the Beast]

Although Lumiere spent a lot of time in the first movie with his feather duster girlfriend, he was also happy to kiss Cogsworth after they chased off the villagers. They're snarky yet affectionate to one another, and they truly care for each other.

#the berenstain bears #miss bg #beetle bailey #charlie and the chocolate factory #the santa clause 3 the escape claus #dawsons creek #jeopardy #the chase #leverage #life with derek #candyland the great lollipop adventure #beauty and the beast #my ships #countdown

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the-al-chemist · 4 years ago

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Artemis Sheba Hexley

Meet Artemis Hexley, a little witch with a big attitude! The protagonist of the Hexley Saga, Artemis achieved a small amount of fame in her youth due to her involvement with the Hogwarts’ Cursed Vaults, and though she followed her dream of becoming a professional Curse-Breaker after leaving school, she quickly fell out of love with the profession. In the years that followed, Artemis became somewhat of a drifter, both in terms of career and romance, and fought on the side of the Order of the Phoenix in the Second Wizarding War. After the end of the war, Artemis carved out a new career for herself as a magical wildlife photographer and found a new kind of happiness in the arms of an old friend.

Profile

Born: 1st May 1973 (Taurus)

Hometown: Camden Town, London, U.K./Charcombe Regis, Dorset, U.K.

Nationality/Ethnicity: White British, with American, Polish, and French ancestry

Blood status: Half-Blood

Gender identity: witch (she/her)

Sexuality: heterosexual

Personality

Myers-Briggs Type: ISFP(Adventurer)

Strengths: compassionate, quick-witted, determined, resourceful, adventurous, loyal, brave, resilient

Weaknesses: impulsive, stubborn, hot-tempered, reckless, sarcastic, naïve, low-key pyromaniac

Interests/hobbies: music, creatures (magical and mundane), photography, flying, duelling, explosions, Bakewell tarts

Appearance

Height: as an adult, 5’0.5”

Weight: as an adult, 48-50kg (much less during the war)

Hair: dark brown, thick, very messy. Naturally quite wavy, but some days will be curly, others straight. Artemis has no say in the matter: her hair is a law unto itself. Will sometimes be styled by Penny

Eyes: hazel, green around pupil

Skin: light olive, tans easily

Defects: Kneazle-scratch scar on her right cheek

Style: eclectic - comfort over aesthetic. Mainly jeans/t-shirts/jumpers, but will wear cast off dresses and skirts from Rowan and Penny as a teenager, and steals flannel shirts from Charlie as an adult. Style becomes more ‘witchy’ as she ages. Wears her brother’s gold watch on her right ankle until the last day of her Hogwarts education.

Faceclaim: Dafne Keen (childhood/teenage years), Mila Kunis (adult)

Witchcraft

1st Wand: Spruce and Dragon Heartstring, 9 and a half inches, whippy - this wand was broken by Patricia Rakepick in Artemis’ fifth year at school

(Unskilled wandmakers call spruce a difficult wood, but in doing so they reveal their own ineptitude. It is quite true that it requires particular deftness to work with spruce, which produces wands that are ill-matched with cautious or nervous natures, and become positively dangerous in fumbling fingers. The spruce wand requires a firm hand, because it often appears to have its own ideas about what magic it ought to be called upon to produce. However, when a spruce wand meets its match – which, in my experience, is a bold spell-caster with a good sense of humour – it becomes a superb helper, intensely loyal to their owners and capable of producing particularly flamboyant and dramatic effects.)

2nd Wand: Blackthorn and Phoenix Feather, 10 1/4 inches, unyielding.

(Blackthorn, which is a very unusual wand wood, has the reputation, in my view well-merited, of being best suited to a warrior. It is a curious feature of the blackthorn bush, which sports wicked thorns, that it produces its sweetest berries after the hardest frosts, and the wands made from this wood appear to need to pass through danger or hardship with their owners to become truly bonded. Given this condition, the blackthorn wand will become as loyal and faithful a servant as one could wish.)

Animagus form: Tortoiseshell cat

Patronus: Cheetah

Boggart: A shadowy hooded figure, with a face that shifts between herself, her brother, and someone she fears becoming: Voldemort as a teen, Rakepick as a young woman, and later, her mother.

Riddikulus: the figure becomes one of Artemis’ loved ones, doing or saying something amusing

Amortentia (what does she smell?): a sea breeze, firewhiskey, leather, toasted marshmallows

Amortentia (what does she smell like?): gunpowder, pine trees, marzipan

Magical abilities: skilled in wandwork, particularly Transfiguration and Duelling. A natural born Legilimens.

At Hogwarts

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Best subjects: transfiguration, charms, care of magical creatures

Worst subjects: arithmancy, potions, history of magic (unless Rowan is teaching it)

Third year options: care of magical creatures, ancient runes, arithmancy

O.W.L.s:

O - Transfiguration and DADA

E - Charms, CoMC, Runes, Potions

A - Astronomy, Herbology, HoM, and (miraculously) Arithmancy

N.E.W.T. Subjects: Transfiguration, Charms, DADA, CoMC, Ancient Runes

Quidditch position: Seeker (Year 5 onwards)

After Hogwarts

July 1991-November 1993: Junior Curse-Breaker, Gringotts Bank.

January 1994-June 1995: Member of the Triwizard Tournament Committee, Departments of Magical Games and Sports/International Magical Cooperation.

August 1995-June 1996: Dragon Care Assistant, Romanian Dragon Sanctuary.

July 1996-August 1997: Trainee Auror, Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

August 1997-May 1998: Rebel, Renegade, Freedom Fighter, Feral.

Post-War: TBC

Relationships

Family:

Sara Hexley (mother) - An American witch who moved to the U.K. after falling in love with an English wizard. Formerly an employee of the Muggle liaison office, Sara now has a more advisory role, having become reclusive and emotionally distant since the death of her husband. As of August 1990, Sara lives in America. She and Artemis no longer speak.

Leander Hexley (father - deceased as of 1979) - Leander, an Unspeakable, was found dead in the Department of Mysteries when Artemis was six. It is officially unknown whether his death was suicide or murder at the hands of Death Eater spy Augustus Rookwood, however Artemis discovered the truth in her final year of school.

Jacob Hexley (brother) - following his dangerous search for the Cursed Vaults and subsequent expulsion from Hogwarts, Jacob Hexley went missing in November 1981, shortly after the fall of Voldemort. He was found trapped in a Cursed Vault eight years later, and was arrested for his involvement in the Cursed Vaults in 1990. As of June 1991, Artemis and Jacob are not on speaking terms, though they do co-own the house their father left them in his will.

Tina and Newt Scamander (Great-Aunt and Uncle) - Artemis has a somewhat close relationship with her great-aunt and uncle, who often took care of her in the summer as a child. She remains close to them, however does not like to discuss her relationships with her more immediate family members with them, which can lead to some awkwardness.

Friends:

Rowan Khanna (best friend - deceased as of December 1989)

Penny Haywood, Dora Tonks, and Chiara Lobosca (dorm-mates and gal pals)

Bill Weasley (surrogate big brother)

Charlie Weasley (ride or die partner-in-crime)

Ben Copper (needs protecting)

Tulip Karasu (admirably chaotic)

Barnaby Lee (not as tough as he looks)

Andre Egwu (fabulous fashion guru)

Jae Kim (detention buddy and masterchef)

Badeea Ali (CoK member and later colleague)

Madam Rosmerta (surrogate mother and supplier of free booze)

Kingsley Shacklebolt (surrogate father and mentor)

Weasley Family (might as well be Artemis’ family by this stage)

Love interests:

Andre Egwu - though not technically a love interest, Artemis attended the Celestial Ball (her first ever ball) with Andre as her date, and the two shared a chaste kiss (another first for both of them), despite being no more than friends

Barnaby Lee - Barnaby confessed to having a crush on Artemis on Halloween of their fifth year, prompting her to question her own feelings for him. In February of that school year, the pair shared a kiss and their first disastrous date. A second date proved more successful, and they officially became a couple, breaking up just as fifth year ended after it became clear that Artemis’ feelings were not as strong as Barnaby’s.

Chester Davies - Artemis dated Chester on-and-off for over a year, until they both realised that they wanted different things in life. The relationship ended in a very abrupt manner, but they remain on civil if not friendly terms.

Charlie Weasley - having been good friends for the latter half of their school years, Charlie and Artemis gradually and separately developed feelings for one another in their adulthood. Over six months after the end of the Wizarding War, they made the leap from friends to something more.

Pets: Fergus the Cat, and Scully, the naughtiest Crup in the world

Ancestry:

Jacob and Queenie Kowalski (maternal grandparents)

Marius and Mavis Hexley (paternal grandparents)

Jeremiah and Héloïse Hexley (great-grandparents)

Eliza Morland/Ophelia Burke (great-grandmother)

Distantly a descendant via French lineage from Morgan Le Fay.

The text in the edit is the poem “Artemis Girl” by Nikita Gill, my new favourite poem

#hogwarts mystery #hphm #artemis hexley #my mc #character profile #jacobs sibling

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angstyaches · 4 years ago

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okay but i’m in love with the concept of bamf! Charlie and vulnerable! Shayne could i have some of that please?? 🍄

WHoa, look who finally got back to posting fics. I edited it SO MUCH, so there are probably inconsistencies, but I literally cannot look at it anymore.

Takes place a few days after Frost/Bite.

CW: nausea, panic, supernatural elements, possession, body sharing, slight possessiveness (maybe? could be interpreted like that?)

Shayne gulped and tried to breathe, tried to situate himself properly in his surroundings. He hadn’t imagined he would reunite with Charlie in a place like this; an abandoned section of railway ten minutes outside of the town, where Elliott said Nancy often came out to practice enchantments and where Ryan sometimes took the boys to practice combat and hunting techniques. In a way, it was like the Aldridge’s backyard, despite being nowhere near the townhouse itself.

He hadn’t imagined reuniting with Charlie much at all, really, since the idea alone was enough to make his lungs feel like they were collapsing. And now that the time had come, his stomach was twisting, and his body was trembling and cold, and there was no room left in him for anything else.

“You doing okay, buddy?” Felix asked.

Shayne groaned and kicked the toe of his boot against the metal railing at the edge of the train track. Flakes of rust dropped away into the frost.

“You’re excited to see your friend, right?”

“Excited?” Shayne looked up, searching Felix’s face for any hint of sarcasm. “Should I be excited?”

“Sure? Maybe?” Felix glanced at Elliott, whose face made it clear that he didn’t intend to get involved. Felix’s own face made it clear that he regretted opening his mouth at all. “You want to see Charlie, right?”

“Yeah.” Shayne swallowed and shifted his feet in the icy grass. “I just – I feel sick, more than anything else.”

“Well, what did you devour a demon for, when you knew you were gonna be seeing Charlie soon?” Elliott snapped, losing hold of his stoic silence. “Is there a brain in that head of yours, or is it just vapours?”

Shayne gulped and tried not to visualise the entity’s soul that was currently being squeezed into the other dimension by his insides. He spent most of his waking hours trying not to visualise this, but anxiety and panic made it harder to distract himself. He’d hunted that demon in preparation for this specific day, but now, the pain – coupled with the apprehension – was rendering him unbearably nauseous, and he was starting to wonder if it had even been worth the effort.

“I don’t know what to say to him, after – after everything that’s happened.”

Elliott hummed pointedly. “I’d start by apologising for that shit you said outside his house, when you didn’t know he was listening.”

“I don’t think anything you’re saying is helpful, Elli,” Felix grimaced.

“I also tried to eat him.”

Felix cleared his throat. “I’m sorry; what?”

“Mmhmm, twice.” Shayne paced back and forth in front of the two of them, slowing when the frantic movement made his stomach cramp. “Once as Charlie Two, and once as just Charlie.”

“Hey, that…” Felix chuckled. “I’m sure that sounds worse than it –”

“I tried to chew off his hand.”

“O-kay,” Felix sang, drawing out the O as he mashed his gloved palms together.

“Either way, I think he just pulled up,” Elliott pointed out, nodding towards the slope in the hill. Next to the Aldridge’s car was Trevor Waters’ green Fiat.

And in the end, everything happened too fast.

Shayne wished he could remember the moment he saw Charlie get out of his car and come towards him. If his heart skipped a beat upon being scooped into an embrace, he couldn’t recall. All he knew was that suddenly he had a face full of Charlie’s jacket, and a head full of the smell of him, and a hollow clawing in his stomach that he couldn’t quite put a name to.

At least he was sure it wasn’t hunger this time.

After what could have been moments or hours, Charlie pulled back to look at Shayne’s face. He hadn’t gelled his hair up, so it was hanging like a clump of soft yellow feathers across his forehead.

His eyes, though, were darkened by something, and that initial haziness fell away as quickly as snow sliding from a tree branch. Shayne swallowed and lowered his gaze to the collar of Charlie’s denim jacket, to the coating of artificial fur inside his hood.

“Something’s wrong,” Charlie breathed. “Isn’t it? Look at me.”

Shayne flinched at the feeling of a hand on his cheek. The jolt of fear was followed by hot, scalding anger; all he’d done for months was long for Charlie to be close to him, and now that he was, his body was doing nothing but betraying him. He shut his eyes, feeling close to tears, but he didn’t know if they would be tears of relief or fear or frustration.

“Shayne, please.”

His gaze flicked up for just a second, before he glanced away again. The temperature of Charlie’s hand seemed to drop, and his hold tightened.

“I’m – Charlie, I’m fine –”

“Shayne.”

Gulping against the second swell of fear in as many moments, Shayne felt his face guided again by Charlie’s grasp. Charlie’s eyes moved back and forth between his; what Shayne saw in them was not the softness he’d come to recognise, but an abject kind of fear.

Like Charlie was staring down something from one of his own night terrors.

“You devoured a demon?”

It was barely a question.

Shayne swore that a deep shadow – a shadow with its own face and its own voice and its own touch – slithered across Charlie’s face, settling in the iris of his left eye, spreading like an oil spill in the dazzling blue.

Charlie’s fingers began to slip the longer Shayne didn’t reply, didn’t deny what he’d been accused of. He practically flung Shayne’s face out of his grip.

“You – you’re still devouring demons? You’ve been…”

Shayne felt his lips start to tremble; all he wanted in the world was for Charlie to stop, to just please stop looking at me like I’m a monster –

“You came here to – I mean, I thought you came here to get away from all that.”

“I-I did, I –”

“You took yourself out of school, away from Mulberry, away from… everything.” Charlie laid a hand on his own chest at this; the back of his hand was pocked with the shadows of darkened veins, of something else coming through. “I thought it was so you wouldn’t have to do this anymore?”

The nausea Shayne had been fighting so hard to keep under control suddenly had a dark, burning grip. The look on Charlie’s face was enough for Shayne to be sure that his stomach was going to turn. He was used to being the object of someone else’s disgust, but he’d never prepared himself for this, for Charlie to –

“Charlie…” As he said the name, Shayne saw that shadowy chasm in Charlie’s left eye deepen. The fear finally churned Shayne’s stomach and made his hair bristle. “C-CT,” he stammered.

“Was it you two?” Charlie demanded, turning on Elliott and Felix. “Was it you two, or your foster parents? Motherfucking bloodsuckers, who did this? Fucking answer me!”

Stop, Shayne needed to say. He needed to tell Charlie that this was all on him, he’d made the decision himself, that the Aldridges weren’t to blame. But the words caught in his throat, the dread felt like a weight in his stomach, and the tormenting thoughts came in like a wave.

Doesn’t he know? This is what I am.

This is what I’m for.

This is all I’ll ever –

It wasn’t until a trembling started, in the ground and in his bones, that Shayne snapped himself out of it and realised what was happening. The tracks groaned under the pressure suddenly being shot through the wood and metal, as though an invisible train was suddenly hurtling towards them.

“Charlie,” Felix was saying softly, proceeding with his palms outstretched in front of Elliott, whose fists were tightly drawn by his sides. “Listen, we – we care about Shayne just as much as –”

“Quiet,” came a steady cry that seemed to penetrate the logic of regular sound and reverberate through the air. “You bastards only see him as a tool, don’t you? Just like the Devines.”

“N-no,” Felix blurted out, never taking his widening eyes off of Charlie. “That’s not – that’s not true at all…”

The ground beneath Charlie’s feet swirled with sickeningly black darkness. The fingers of his left hand curled outward like chipped, grey branches, clutching at the air as though they were directly gripping something.

A sharp crack made Shayne jump, made his knees tremble, and he realised a plank of wood built into the train tracks had splintered and buckled upwards. Felix seemed to notice it too, and he took another step back, drawing Elliott with him. Shayne’s breath quivered as he sidestepped another plank as it warped and snapped, until he finally knocked the heel of his boot on the rusted iron rail and sent himself stumbling.

He almost caught himself, but then his legs finally sagged and he let himself sink to the ground, clutching the railing with one hand and his stomach with the other.

This isn’t happening. This isn’t your body. This isn’t –

“I took him to the forest so he could devour a demon.”

Shayne’s eyes widened as he heard Elliott speak up. He looked up to see that Charlie’s attention had snapped around to focus on the taller of the Aldridges. Felix’s body sagged slightly, and he lightly clutched at Elliott’s arm.

“Speak,” Charlie and CT snapped, and a wisp of their deep grey fog rose in front of Elliott’s face.

“I took him out to the forest the day before yesterday,” Elliott went on. His face deepened into a frown as his neck and shoulders rolled lightly, mirroring the twist of CT’s curved fingers. His eyes met Shayne’s briefly. “So he could hunt. I also took blood from him.”

Shayne physically flinched on the ground; he couldn’t think of a single reason to reveal that to Charlie, especially at this particular moment. He hugged his stomach, saliva building in his mouth as cold sweat coated his skin.

“You took his blood?” Charlie’s voice trembled with anger and surprise. “You really have no idea how afraid you should be of me, bloodsucker. You have no idea how far I will go to keep him safe from abominations like you.”

“I needed to,” Elliott grunted, his voice heightening. “To… to get us back home. The snow had gotten us lost and I was so weak, and he was – he was in pain and he was freezing, and I could barely keep my head up. I was so dizzy, and he was so –”

Elliott was spilling out the explanation with seemingly little-to-no control, for someone who usually liked to get right to the point.

“He… he needed my help, and I needed his,” Elliott choked out weakly.

Shayne realised it must have been Charlie forcing the truth out of him. Usually, even using his telekinesis around other people made Charlie nervous. And yet, this…

This.

This was his Charlie.

“Ch-Charlie, stop,” Shayne whimpered. His heart clenched and his stomach flipped over again as that gaze was turned on him, CT’s eye burning like black coals leaking smoke, and Charlie’s eye weeping furious tears.

Both, he realised, were prepared to kill for him.

“Elliott, he – he didn’t… I asked him to take me out there,” Shayne whimpered, barely resisting the urge to curl in on himself. “It was m-my decision, and it was – it was probably a stupid one, but that’s the truth.”

His heart pounded as Charlie considered him. Shayne was practically cowering on the ground, but he had the feeling Charlie was taller than he usually was. CT’s demonic fingers were still twitching and curling by his side, causing the pressure in the ground to come through the metal railing and into Shayne’s spine.

“I don’t believe you,” Charlie said. “I can’t believe you.”

Cold fear coursed through Shayne’s gut. “It’s the truth,” he whispered again.

“Why – why would you?” Charlie’s voice almost back at the same level as it always was. Slowly, the black flames began to lick a little higher around his legs, the sunken form of CT’s skull seeping through to the left side of his face.

“I-I –”

Charlie dropped to a crouch and clutched the opposite railing with his branch-like fingers. The metal creaked and the wood began to warp again, closing in around Shayne’s legs like weathered, splintering snakes.

“How could you?”

“I –”

“You left me behind,” Charlie growled, “so you wouldn’t have to do that, unless you LEFT ME BEHIND FOR NOTHING –”

“No.” Shayne found himself shrinking back, arms wrapped around his waist, trembling with the fear of what was inside him; of what he was to the creature standing in front of him. “The last – last time we were alone together, I – I almost hurt you.”

Shayne felt like the rest of the world was being warped as Charlie leaned forward, pressing down on the tracks with both hands now.

“You devoured a demon before seeing me,” Charlie said, “so you wouldn’t be tempted. So you wouldn’t hurt me?”

The irony was not lost on Shayne as he attempted to hold himself together, feeling like his entire body could shatter under the intensity of that gaze.

The darkness spiked up through Charlie’s face, dragging his hair back with it. “Shayne, when you hurt yourself, you hurt me. That’s how this works.”

“How...” Shayne’s teeth chattered, his breath hitched. “How what works?”

The tracks stopped groaning, and the shadows sank back from Charlie’s eye sockets.

“When you love someone, asshole.”

Shayne’s chest ached as though he’d just been punched, no room left in his lungs for air. His stomach twisted into a knot that only eased up slightly when he felt the first tears start to roll down his face.

“I… I-I love… I love you, too.”

Charlie blinked, the chasm of CT’s control retreating again as his hair fell softly over his forehead. “Shayne…”

“I’m – I’m sorry, Charlie,” Shayne whimpered. “All I wanted to do was keep you safe and this was the only thing I could think of – I’m sorry that this is all I am, this is all I’m ever going to be good for, and it’s the only thing I can do…”

Shayne was shivering as he curled in on his own body. He was so focused on trying to breathe deeply enough for his lungs to stop aching, that he didn’t realise he’d sunk forward, pressing his forehead against the wooden tracks that no longer vibrated with demonic energy. Over the sound of the sobs that were catching in his throat, he heard words being exchanged.

“Shayne, I’m – oh my god, shit. Um, hey, it’s okay…”

“This - this is - this is all I can do,” Shayne choked out between hitched breaths, no longer sure if he was telling Charlie, or himself.

“It’s alright, man, it’s not just you,” Elliott muttered. “He’s been a fucking wreck the last few days.”

“You, um, need a hand, getting him to your car?” Felix asked.

“No, I’ve got him.” Charlie’s voice soft and careful. A hand - soft, warm, human - rested on the back of Shayne’s head, fingers combing through his hair. “Just give us a minute.”

“I’m sorry,” Shayne whispered through clenched teeth, shivering as Charlie’s touch sent warm shivers over his skin. He nudged his head against the hand, eventually following it upwards so that he was looking Charlie in the eye again. He was dizzy and even more nauseous than before, but he forced himself to focus as Charlie brushed a thumb against his cheek.

“Hi,” Charlie whispered.

“Hey.” Shayne directed his breathless, trembling energy into a half-smile, which made Charlie’s blue eyes light up.

“Miss me?” Charlie let out a self-conscious chuckle as he asked the question, but it hit Shayne in the gut.

He winced and leaned his cheek into Charlie’s hand again. “Every fucking day.”

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