Simplemente textos que se me ocurren sobre los personajes de Ride The Cyclone y para los cuales soy muy floja para hacer una historia completa. [Es en su mayoría Perfectdolls y Noel y Ocean siendo hermanitos]

"El nunca estará satisfecho" *'*' *'*' *'*' *'*' *'*' *'*' *'*' *'*' *'*' *'*' *'*' *'*' *'*' Noel estaba ahí, viendo como su amigo y primer amor se casaba con la mujer que más amaba. Pero, ¿por qué no se siente feliz por el? Parece que nunca estaría satisfecho realmente... *'*' *'*' *'*' *'*' *'*' *'*' *'*' *'*' *'*' *'*' *'*' *'*' *'*' *Inspirado en la canción "Satisfied" del musical Hamilton. *Sip, esto es un angst. *Advertencia de consumo de alcohol. *Los personajes no me pertenecen, todos los derechos reservados.

Básicamente cosas y situaciones que me imagino que puede ocurrirles a los chicos del coro de este pequeño pueblo llamado Uranium 🎢 Personajes: ☆Ocean ☆Constance ☆Jane Doe/Penny ☆Noel ☆Mischa ☆Ricky

Used to be Just Nishca but am willing to write other ships, the only thing I probably won't write is Noel x Any girl. Other than that go wild.

ao this is ricky potts x reader fan fic now this is set before the cyclone accident at school and none of the other characters exist this is liek highschool but ricky is in it. he keep his disabilty but i removed the crutches from him bc i thought it would be easier to write and do things 😏😏😏

this is a very sad story about Nischa before and while they die so please don't blame me if you cry

!!FEMALE READER!! Y/N is new to Uranium city- and St. Cassian High School. She is a shy girl, that sort of girl who stays in the shadows rather then have the attention on her- which is a bit weird since she's in a choir- but she wanted to try it out.. A certain Ukrainian bad boy teases her, but little do they both know- is that they both are having feelings for each other.

philocaly: (n.) the love of beauty.

COVER NOT MINE gus halper!mischa x reader they them ig🤭

I was quiet. "That really bothered you that much?" He nodded. "Yeah. I knew it would bother you. And it bothered me, too. For other reasons, though." "Other reasons?" I echoed. Now it was his turn to be quiet for a moment. I could see that he was thinking, debating in his head. "This isn't how I imagined it at all. Pouring, in a parking lot, just after I leave detention. It's kind of funny," Mischa nearly laughed, but didn't. I just looked at him, confused, heart pounding. "There's something that I really need to say. And if I hold it in any longer, It'll eat away at me."