#rtc fic

[moonbeam-dragon]

We're Poetic and Naïve

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary: “Would it help if I were to tell you what would happen if Misha met his love?”

Noel knew, deep down, what would happen. He knew it would be bad. Nothing good could come out of a fiancé on a telephone he met in a YouTube comment section! At the very least, Misha was already dead. He deserved to be spared that heartbreak.

(P.S. Oops this has been in my drafts for five months.)

[moonbeam-dragon]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary: Constance froze. She had only ever heard Ocean apologize once before. Well, she’d apologized plenty. Quick little “I’m sorries” and “my bads” had fallen from her time and time again. The only time she’d really seemed to mean it was when Constance was standing there, hair falling wildly around her, her body still on a sugar rush from getting to belt her heart out into that warehouse. When she’d turned to look at Ocean, unsure of how to ever proceed because things weren’t okay, but they didn’t have enough time to process it. That’s when Ocean had grabbed her hand and whispered, barely audibly, “I’m sorry.” That was all it took for Constance to take both her hands and squeeze them tight. Ocean repeated herself, loud enough for only the two and any god to hear. “I’m sorry.” Sure, Constance deserved a better apology, but Ocean had been so genuine that she gave it up for good. There was no use holding any hard feelings. Even now, alive and set up to recover, she couldn’t stay furious and bitter.

[moonbeam-dragon]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary: Mischa felt bitterness spill through his body like harsh chemicals. He didn’t have anyone, either. Nobody was making the effort. Most of his friends were in this hospital with him. All the support he had was in this very room right now. All he knew was that Ocean and Constance were awake and Penny was still unconscious. He and Talia had broken things off because he just couldn’t handle their relationship on top of all this. His only other friends weren’t even in Saskatchewan now, and his one way to communicate with them had been severed. He hoped they’d hear or read his name on the news and find a way to reach out to him. Until then, he was alone. His adoptives were right there in Uranium, probably overjoyed that he was out of their house at least for a while. They refused to come see him just because he was legally an adult.

Wait, he was legally an adult.

“Ms. Gruber,” Mischa said out loud, his eyes suddenly vibrant. “I am eighteen.”

[moonbeam-dragon]

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[moonbeam-dragon]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary: After the accident, Constance is left unable to go out in the snow to play with her mom and baby brother. All she's even physically capable of is sitting and staring at the window. She can't make snow angels or snowmen or get into snowball fights anymore. But she is still capable of enjoying the snow from where she is.

@rtcpickyourpoison

[ttheatre-trashh]

Oh yeah well what if I said I finished my first thing for @rtcpickyourpoison week huh??

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[ttheatre-trashh]

Who has mischa angst recs,, (names not links pls they don’t work when I copy paste them 😿😿)

[ttheatre-trashh]

btw….. it’s done….

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

It’s a fun silly good luck babe!perfectdolls oneshot GO READ IT