#but i have yelled these at people in english classes more than once

[yashirawr]

katsuki, shouto and izuku with a reader who is like giselle from enchanted !!

bnha main three x gn!giselle!reader.

type: headcanons, fluff (& a splash of angst if you squint reaaaally hard)

warnings: kissing, a bit of cursing bc bakugou is here but otherwise so much fluffy fluff ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ reader's quirk is not mentioned per se.

a/n: hi, sweet people !! i've been practicing my english skills to write and expand my vocabulary but i'm still not quite good, so i apologize if you see something misspelled :c i accept criticism !! ok, so, yesterday i saw enchanted and disenchanted and realized how much i wanna be like giselle haha and when i looked for fanfiction with a giselle-like reader i was left heartbroken since i didn't find any TT so i took it upon myself to write something, hope you like this <3

♡ ୭̥ ° bakugo katsuki

this boy is known for showing his hate for sweet things, yet no one – not even him – is able to comprehend why you're the exception.

since the first day of school he can tell you're going to be more annoying than all the other extras. randomly humming and singing, using smooth arm movements as if you came from a fairytale.

you look harmless, a stupid pushover. his only comfort is that you won't get in his way.

or that's what he thinks.

because with time, he starts seeing more of you. his gaze starts to linger whenever you're around, putting careful attention to your actions, your expressions. wide eyes and radiant smile, always trying to spread kindness and love, so genuine; you're like an open book.

katsuki's rough, katsuki's loud, katsuki's explosive.

so imagine his surprise when he realizes with time that the sight of you makes his eyes soften, his chest warm, his guard drop.

he wants to deny it, he wants to deny it very strongly. however, everyone can tell how, little by little, he starts to open up to you.

he lets you be closer, so vivid around him. you can do things that others would get yelled at for trying. when did anyone see somebody getting into bakugou's personal space – whether it is laying on his shoulder or playing with his hair – and leave unharmed? when did anyone see somebody using his stuff and not recieving any kind of ill treatment for doing so?

the two of you start spending time together, much to his dismay because of your classmates' teasing. yet it takes you being in danger during a villain attack for katsuki to realize how deep his feelings are.

oh, no– he's falling in love.

and he goes livid. he might seem like someone who already acts recklessly during combat but that's not the truth at all. the want, the need to take you into his arms and protect you is what leads him to take such impulsive decisions.

don't get him wrong, he knows you can defend yourself; you're just as much of a badass as you are of an optimist, after all.

but it's this side you bring out of him. this soft, tender side.

it drives him crazy.

so, once the horror passes and your class settles into its usual endeavors, he does what he knows best: he tries to push you. he tries to make you leave, to scare you off.

but why aren't you running away?

why are you cradling his face with a gentle, loving touch?

one thing leads to the other and your lips meet in a true love's kiss, as you would say.

after that, katsuki resigns to listening to your rambling about animals and love and flowers–

he's there to give you a reality check when it's needed, anyway.

"get out of that pretty little head of yours, dumbass, there's fucking homework to do"

yeah, he wouldn't have it any other way.

bonus: you're literally a grumpy x sunshine pairing !! it's hilarious to see you two in the common room because katsuki seems to hold back in showing physical affection or any state of flusteredness. you learned not to demand it from him, either, because he always gets red and would hate for anyone else other than you to see it. it's alright, though, because as soon as you're alone he turns into a clingy puppy. good luck trying to get rid of him to do something just as brief as going to the bathroom !!

♡ ୭̥ ° todoroki shouto

shouto's life has never been any sort of fairytale. all that love chitchat... yeah, pretty much false.

but then he meets you, and you're so eager to show him.

so you start sticking to him, following him around. it could look like pestering for some people, but to shouto?

oh, shouto's charmed by you.

it takes him some time. before the sports festival, he couldn't help but give you cold stares and dry replies. of course, your enthusiastic self would take all of that without complaining.

but it is after the event that he starts to open his eyes and contemplate a little more of you. especially after you compliment his quirk and express how happy you are for him, for truly giving his all during the fights and making use of his fire.

another element, you said, that was part of him and needed to be seen. you mentioned how you believed in him, warm smile painted on your lips as you beamed with joy.

there was no way he would get his eyes off of you after that.

although shouto is quiet, his gaze is intense. thankfully you're unaware of such things – trained to being accostumed to stares by your whole life experience – so you can't tell how the next days he's so entranced by you and the way you carry yourself so gracefully.

you see beauty everywhere, often even stopping in your tracks to observe your surroundings. you seem to shine, delighted.

too occupied by twirling around and interacting with everyone around you, you fail to notice how he's softly smiling at the sight.

as time passes, your conversations stop being one-sided. his replies show more interest, it's not only about his gaze anymore but also about the way he accepts all your affections; melting into your touch.

the way he's always there to protect you when villain attacks happen, when anyone looks at you the wrong way or tries to talk to you in as much as a slightly rude tone. the way he comforts you whenever you're sensitive about something, never questioning where did it come from.

you're his top priority.

so when you share a first kiss, he feels his heart pumping so hard it could jump right off his chest. this unknown feeling, leading him to be so attached to you, was love all this time.

you were right about showing him, he figures.

because now holding your hand gives him so much happiness that he now kind of gets why you're so enthusiastic about said concept.

when you go on one of your rambles about it and ask him, "right?" he smiles at you and responds:

"yes, my love, i think i know now"

you smile at him, so widely as you always do, and he leans in to leave a kiss on your forehead.

bonus: when he tells you his family story for the first time, you cry. you cry so much until you feel his strong arms wrap around you. yet shouto, despite trying to comfort you since you were the one crying, feels as if your embrace comforts him. you hug him by the waist, rubbing his back so gently and carefully that it brings tears to his eyes. everyday he feels more enamoured by you.

♡ ୭̥ ° midoriya izuku

you meet for the first time with izuku because of bumping into him during the quirk's test on the first day of class. he falls and you crouch along with him, soft-spokenly apologizing and asking if he's alright.

as he looks up at you, the boy can only think of how you look exactly like an angel.

you best believe our baby broccoli blushes furiously to his ears.

it doesn't take you anything to become friends and when you do he realizes that, despite both of you being pretty positive people, you have very different ways of thinking.

everything to you is magical, wonderful, exciting. izuku learned this from only the first few days of knowing you, and he found it really beautiful and encouraging. it was something to admire you for, and it never failed to impress him the way you would always be open to new opportunities, grateful for every single one you were given.

similarly, nothing to you was ever a problem! so when izuku rambled about his past, his difficulties with his quirk and worries you always found a way to make his point of view shift 180° and move on to positive thoughts.

in a world where he's exposed to so much pressure, you act as a beacon of life that peaks through the darkness.

and so, you're with him every step of the way.

he doesn't even know when his love for you starts blooming, especially since he has such a focus on heroics that doesn't usually let him think about anything else. but when he finds himself dreaming about your bright smile, mumbling as he watches you from afar sing to happy little animals you encountered, blushing to the tips of his ears by only hearing you say his name with so much care and glee–

he realizes too late he's down bad. in fact, he's the last one to realize, since the whole class watches in horror as you two interact so lovingly with each other as almost second nature.

mina has the theory that the two of you are secretly together, but it is obvious for everyone that if you two really were, you would be shouting it to the four winds. that's just who you are, and that's just how they know izuku loves you.

of course, you're the first one to make a move.

you go up to him before class one random morning and ask him if he would like to go out on friday afternoon. he accepts at first, smiling widely at you and you respond with a bubbly "alright then! it's a date!"

his face seemed to turn all shades of red and even go through some other colors before digesting that information.

"a-a d-date with me...?" he lifts a finger, you hum in amusement.

"of course, silly. i'd want no other prince for me but you."

needless to say, it goes amazingly and now the class has to deal with you giving him little pecks on his lips, cheeks and hands as he turns red because of the sudden affection.

bonus: in his notebook page about your quirk he has written a whole analysis of how you and your voice are appealing to animals and what does that have to do with it. he even tried talking about it to you, but your reply was: "i'm not quite sure, but i can only be grateful about them! they are my friends and i'm truly fortunate for their company!"

[stevie-petey]

episode three: holly, jolly

Jonathan, your Jonathan, would never do this.  He tries to approach you again but you find yourself stumbling back, knocking against Steve’s chest. Hurt flashes in his eyes, you’ve never flinched at Jonathan’s touch, but what he did has changed everything.  Steve places a hand on your shoulder. “See, you can tell that he knows it was wrong, but that’s the thing about perverts. It’s hard-wired into them. They just can’t help themselves.”  He begins tearing up the pictures, and you can’t believe Jonathan of all people is making you agree with Harrington, yet here you are.

Summary: you and jonathan talk it out and things are better (spoiler alert: they aren't), you somehow end up agreeing with steve harrington ?? then you have a minor breakdown in front of the kids and once again fail to prevent them from experiencing more trauma.

Rating: general, slight cursing.

Warnings: cursing, use of the word “slut”, fem!reader, use of y/n, and description of a dead body. this chapter is pure angst, steve is steve, jonathan is jonathan, and... well. we know how this episode ends.

Words: 6.2k

Before you swing in: hello ! i'm currently in the early stages of chapter 5, and it's a loooong chapter, so i figured i'd treat y'all to this one before taking my time with updating. this chapter was a bit difficult in terms of bug and jonathan, but i promise that they'll have more time later to really figure out why they keep clashing - for better or for worse lol. if their relationship feels stilted: that's why ! after all, season 1 is literally titled: we don't talk about it or have the time. the title has immense meaning for the overall tone of season 1 (and the song for the series shhh). anyways, enjoy <3

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The next day you bike to school alone, not bothering to see if Jonathan’s car will pick you up as usual. 

The two of you have never fought before, at least not like this. From the moment you met him when you were twelve, there has never been a time where the two of you haven’t been on the same page. You’ve been in sync from the moment you met. 

Now it feels like everything is off between the two of you. It feels as if the tiny planet you live on is now off kilter, angled ever so slightly now, rotating out of sync. The change is almost imperceptible, but it’s there. You can feel it. 

Last night just proved that there’s something wrong with your relationship with Jonathan, but you can’t figure out what.

Jonathan has never yelled at you before, and you’ve never turned your back on him; then again, he’s also never kept anything from you. While he didn’t admit it last night, you know him. He was hiding something from you last night and it frightens you that he seems too ashamed to tell you what it is. 

You trust him, you do, but the guilt you saw in his eyes makes you uneasy. 

As you walk the school hallway towards your locker, you overhear some girls from your English class talking about Steve and Nancy. You normally wouldn’t eavesdrop on such a conversation, but the girls were talking obnoxiously loud and by the tone of their voice, they weren’t being kind about what they were saying. 

“I heard Harrington got little Miss Wheeler to sleep with him.” One of the girls giggles, looking around to make sure no one is listening.  

“What a slut!” Her friend sneers.

You clear your throat loudly, making sure they hear it, and send a glare their way. “Well, aren’t you guys just peachy?” 

The girls lower their eyes and shift uncomfortably, which pleases you. Good. They should feel bad. What does it matter if Nancy slept with Harrington? It’s always the girls who get labeled the slut, never the man who has slept with more girls than classes he’s passed. 

Typical. 

You roll your eyes at them and continue towards your locker, spotting the couple in question up ahead. Your locker is a few down from Nancy’s and usually you’ve been able to avoid their gross lovey-dovey sessions in the mornings since Jonathan is always running late, but since you didn’t ride with him, you’re forced to deal with two hormonal teens who you don’t necessarily like. 

“Hey, Henderson!” 

Steve stops you as you walk past, causing you to look up in confusion. “Yeah?” 

“How’s Byers doing? Ya know, with everything going on?”

You stare at him, trying to figure out what the punchline is supposed to be. Steve may not be a massive dick, but he’s still a dick, and you can’t imagine he’d ever ask about Jonathan given the fact that he can’t even remember Will’s name. 

“He’s… dealing.” You say, uncomfortable with the entire conversation. 

Steve nods, letting out a slight hum. “Well, tell your guy that any friend of Henderson’s is a friend of mine.” He sends a wink Nancy’s way, and it’s then that you figure out what he’s doing. He’s playing the nice guy card, trying to impress her with his “generosity”, and you’ve had enough of idiotic and emotionally constipated men these last 24 hours. 

“Funny, I don’t tell my friends to get fucked, yet here we are: get fucked, Harrington.” Steve’s eyes widen at your words, taken aback, and Nancy goes to say something but you cut her off. “You sure know how to pick ‘em, Nancy. Why don’t you ask him why everyone’s staring at you? I’m sure it’ll be a thrilling conversation.”

You shove past the two of them and make your way to class. 

– 

You don’t see Jonathan for your next three classes, which only makes your shitty day worse. Not only have you guys never fought before, but you’ve never done the silent treatment either. As far as you can tell, there’s no reason for him not to be in class today besides your fight the night before. 

When it’s your lunch hour you try to find him, because at this point you just want to put it all behind you and move on to focus on Will. You never got the chance to tell Jonathan about El last night, you hadn’t had the time to before things blew up. 

You wait at your usual corner of the lunchroom for Jonathan, but he never appears. You sigh in defeat and pick at your meal, which honestly looks more like prison food than anything else, trying to figure out what you should do next. 

While you’re thinking, Carol’s obnoxious moans carry through the lunchroom. “Oh, Steve! Steeeve!”

Tommy joins in now, banging the table to get a bigger reaction. You see Steve trying not to smile at their antics, but it’s obvious to everyone how uncomfortable Nancy is. You feel pity for her, she deserves better than Harrington and his immature friends. Then again, you suppose she chose this for herself the second she started dating him. 

King Steve has never hidden who he is. 

You watch as Steve says something to appease her, but something catches Nancy’s eye and she turns to face it. Curious, you turn as well and spot Jonathan staring right back at her. They share a look, one that you can’t decipher, and you feel something twist within your stomach. 

It’s not jealousy, at least, not in that way. Jonathan is your only real friend in Hawkins (the kids don’t count, you recognize how embarrassing that is), and you’ve never had to share him before. Clearly Nancy has taken an interest in him of some sort and Jonathan, being ever the private person, has allowed her to, so you just have to swallow down your pride and accept it. 

Besides, you did always tell Jonathan that the two of you needed more friends. 

Taking a deep breath to will your nerves away, you ditch your lunch and follow after Jonathan. Screw whatever silent treatment is in place, he’s your best friend and you honestly don’t think it’s possible for you to ever be angry at him. It just isn’t in your nature. 

For better or for worse, you could never hate Jonathan Byers. 

You catch Jonathan as he’s leaving the photo developing room. He’s holding some pictures in his hands but quickly hides them away when he sees you. 

“Y/N, hi.” 

You ignore the voice in the back of your head telling you that something’s wrong, that he’s still acting weird with you, but you ignore it because you just want some normalcy in your life. You need your best friend. “Hey,”

“Look, I’m so sorry for what I said last night…” 

You brush him off, “It’s okay, I promise.”

Jonathan huffs at you, exasperated as always whenever you let people get away with things that they shouldn’t. “No, it’s not okay. You’ve been nothing short of amazing and I was the dick who yelled at you for it.” 

The two of you are walking out of the school as you talk, and you let out a weak laugh. “I guess you were pretty awful, huh?”

He doesn’t laugh along with you, instead shaking his head in shame. “You didn’t deserve that, not after all you’ve done for me and my mom. I was lying through my teeth last night, you are family, Y/N.” 

“I appreciate the sentiment, but it’s genuinely okay-” 

“Bug, I was a dick. End of discussion. I just… sometimes it feels like I don’t deserve your help, you do so much for us. I let it get to me last night, and I’ll never stop apologizing for it.”

You don’t know what to say, caught off guard by the vulnerability. “Just… don’t do that again, alright? If something is bothering you I’d rather you tell me about it than take your frustration out on me.”

“Deal.”

“Anything else on your mind?” 

Jonathan thinks for a moment and you can tell he’s trying to word whatever is on his mind correctly. “While I know you’ve always loved to help, there’s some things that I have to do on my own, okay? Will, my mom… they’re my responsibility, not yours. I mean, not in a bad way-” 

“Hey, I understand. I need to back off a bit, I recognize that now. I’m sorry, bee.” You kick at a rock in the parking lot, “so we’ve got ourselves a deal?” 

The boy gives you a quizzical look and you laugh at him, extending your hand. When he grabs it, you turn the hold into a handshake. “I’ll calm down my fretting antics and you’ll come to me about whatever is on your mind, no matter what; we don’t hide anything from each other.”

The slight smile Jonathan briefly had on his face vanishes. He pales slightly and quickly releases your hand. “Right.” 

You eye him. “Bee, what aren’t you telling me?”

Caught up in conversation, you and Jonathan don’t see Steve and his gang resting against his car until it’s too late. 

“Hey, man.” Steve approaches, effectively ending your conversation with Jonathan. He glances at you. “Henderson, good to see you again.” 

“I highly doubt it.” 

“What’s going on?” Jonathan asks, putting himself between you and Steve. 

“Nicole here was telling us about your work.”  

Confused, you look at Jonathan. “What, did you start another photo series or something?” 

Steve laughs coldly. “You could say that.” 

Jonathan ignores him and pulls you close behind him, ducking his head down to whisper into your ear, “it’s not what it looks like, trust me.” 

“Bee, what-”

“Henderson, want to take a look with us as, you know, connoisseurs of art?” 

You look at Steve now, more confused than ever, but you feel a slight sense of dread. You know that whatever photo he’s about to pull out will be bad. You know it’ll be connected to Jonathan’s behavior last night, to the guilt he’s been carrying, to the way he hid the same pictures from you not even ten minutes ago. 

You look back to Jonathan now, silently pleading with him for more of an explanation, but he averts his eyes. Exhaling deeply, you face Steve. “Show me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jonathan says, trying to walk away, but Tommy grabs at his backpack. 

“Hey!” You run up to Tommy and start pulling at the bag, but the guy is twice your size and easily wins, accidentally flinging you to the ground. 

Jonathan runs over to check on you. “Y/N!”

At the same time, Steve berates his friend. “Woah, Tommy, easy man! Henderson isn’t who we’re here for, leave her out of this.” 

Both boys crouch next to you and offer you a hand, but you bat them away. You’re irritated and confused and pissed the fuck off at both of them right now for vastly different reasons. You pick yourself up and brush away some dirt that got on your jeans. “Show me the photos, Jonathan.” 

He looks at you, hurt. “Do you not trust me?” 

“Do you trust me?” Your words hang in the air.

Steve is now right behind you. “Oh man he’s like, totally trembling. He must really have something to hide.” 

Jonathan tries to step closer to you, but Steve is now the one who blocks him. You watch silently as he unzips Jonathan’s bag and pulls out the photos, ignoring the pleading look that your friend sends your way. You trust Jonathan more than anyone else in this world, but something doesn’t feel right. 

The photos are tame at first, though admittedly creepy. They’re all still shots of Steve and his friends from the night before, you recognize the famous pool that the whole school talks about when it comes to Harrington’s parties. 

“Your boyfriend is a creep, Y/N.” Steve says, nudging you with his shoulder as he continues to flick through the pictures. 

“He isn’t my-” 

“I was looking for my brother.”

Jonathan’s words make you freeze. “You went looking for Will without me?” 

Steve says something else, but you don’t catch it. You stare at Jonathan, hurt that he’d search for Will without even telling you first. He’s his brother, you understand that, but what would you do if Jonathan went missing too?

Nancy then appears, causing Jonathan to finally look up to catch your eye, but he quickly looks away. “Here’s the starring lady!”

She laughs nervously. “What?”

Carol explains what was going on, and you’re too upset to speak. There’s too many thoughts going through your mind, but when Carol flashes you a picture of Nancy, naked, it takes everything in you not to throw up. 

Jonathan, your Jonathan, would never do this. 

He tries to approach you again but you find yourself stumbling back, knocking against Steve’s chest. Hurt flashes in his eyes, you’ve never flinched at Jonathan’s touch, but what he did has changed everything. 

Steve places a hand on your shoulder. “See, you can tell that he knows it was wrong, but that’s the thing about perverts. It’s hard-wired into them. They just can’t help themselves.” 

He begins tearing up the pictures, and you can’t believe Jonathan of all people is making you agree with Harrington, yet here you are. 

Nancy is his girlfriend, and even outside of that, Jonathan had no right taking pictures of her naked without her consent. You agree with Steve’s actions, but then the camera comes into play. He reaches for Jonathan’s camera, causing him to dive forward to stop anything from happening to it, and it’s finally what breaks you from your shock. 

You react as well, shoving past Steve to try and get to the camera first, but it’s no use. He beats you to it, Carol now holding you back as she digs her claws into your skin. Jonathan is being held back by Tommy, and all the two of you can do is watch helplessly as Steve dangles the camera high in the air. 

What Jonathan did was wrong, there’s no denying that, but you know how long it took him to save up for the thing. How many awful shifts he picked up at the theater to pay for it, adamantly refusing any money both you and Joyce offered him to help pay for it. 

This camera was his and his alone. Paid for with his own money, bought for his own enjoyment, his pride and joy. 

“Here you go, man.” Without even hesitating, Steve lets the camera fall to the ground. 

You gasp, watching as the lens shatters and you crouch down to try and piece it back together. Your hands are shaking, you don’t know what to feel right now, but with how badly your hands shake, it’s no use trying to fix the camera; you need something to distract yourself with. 

Jonathan and Nancy join you on the ground, but you’re too overwhelmed to really notice them. The combination of emotions leaves you wondering if you’re about to cry, throw up, or both. It’s only when Nancy begins snatching up the torn pictures that you acknowledge her presence. 

You grab her hand and catch her eye, “I’m so, so sorry.”

She doesn’t respond, only giving you a slightly confused look, and you recognize how stupid it is that you feel the need to apologize for Jonathan’s actions. You aren’t his keeper, and until now you never even considered he’d do something like this, and yet the guilt creeps in. You open your mouth to say something else, but Steve calls her over to join them and she leaves. 

Jonathan is still next to you, remaining silent even after Nancy’s departure. You can feel his eyes on you as you continue to fumble with the broken camera pieces as a gust of wind blows away the remaining photo shreds. 

“Shit!” A shard of glass from the lens cuts your finger, drawing blood. 

“Bug, let me-” Jonathan grabs at your hand to inspect the cut, but you pull away harshly. 

“Don’t touch me!” 

“Y/N…” The hurt look on his face is almost enough to make you crack, but the blood drips from your finger and falls onto a picture that somehow didn’t blow away. You look at it, seeing the outline of Nancy’s back in the photo, her beautiful side profile perfectly captured. 

The urge to throw up returns. 

“You’re hurt, let me look at it.” Jonathan pleads, his voice soft, with more empathy than he’s ever shown you these last few days. It’s as if last night never happened. As if you’re some idiot who is always ready and willing to come crawling back to those who discard you whenever they please. 

In a way, you suppose that you are. 

You hate it. 

Jonathan tries to grab your hand again but you stand up before he can. “I said don’t touch me.” 

He tries to grab you once more but again you pull away. Your brain is a mess right now trying to comprehend everything that happened within the last fifteen minutes. You look down at the broken camera pieces still laying on the ground, its glass reflecting in the late afternoon light. 

Those photos of Nancy… 

God, you’re an idiot. 

“Nancy is the reason you were such an asshole to me last night, isn’t she?”

“Y/N, those photos-”

“You knew that the second I looked at you I’d know you’d done something terrible.”

Jonathan is silent beside you, but you don’t need to hear whatever excuse he’ll give you to know that you’re right. Instead of telling you what he did last night, he kicked you out of his home in a guilt-crazed daze, saying horrible things to you that he can never take back. 

Instead of being honest with you, he had been a goddamn coward who hurt you in the cruelest way possible. 

Jonathan runs a hand through his hair in frustration. “Look, you know I’ve never been able to lie to you-”

“So naturally you resorted to screaming at me and saying we aren’t family-”

“I regret what I said, but how was I supposed to tell you about the photos if I don’t even know why I took them in the first place?” 

You start pacing around the parking lot, too overwhelmed to stay put. Jonathan’s words only confuse and upset you more. In the midst of your frantic pacing the cut on your finger begins to bleed more, which causes you to wince and catch Jonathan’s attention.

“Bug, you’re in pain,” his voice is gentle now, the worried crease between his brows now prominent in a way that you’ve always found cute. “I’m not just going to stand around while you’re hurt. Let me help.” 

Unfortunately for Jonathan, his words only piss you off more. 

“You’re not just going to stand around while I’m hurt? That’s fucking rich coming from you, Jonathan.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“This entire week I’ve been hurting! I mean,” you let out a laugh laced with tears threatening to spill out. “I lost Will too, did you ever consider that? And I understand he’s your brother and I would lose my mind if anything ever happened to Dustin, but I’ve done nothing but love and support you through this shit show and you haven’t even asked how I’m holding up. I mean, what kind of best friend does that?”

Shame washes over Jonathan. “I didn’t think-” 

“I’ve been exhausting myself trying to help and not once have I considered it a burden because I’m doing this for Will, for you. I’m doing what any decent person is supposed to do, and I’m not asking for praise or-or for a reward but holy fuck, Jonathan! I mean, I understand now that maybe I was bit too much but,”

You’re yelling at him now, all the frustration you’ve been swallowing down these last few days now spills out. “At least treat me like a human being! I mean, the stunt you pulled last night was such bullshit and I was ready to excuse your actions because you’re my best friend and you’re hurting, but then you hide those damn photos from me? Scream at me like I’m some pathetic fucking child because you’re too ashamed of your own actions? We don’t lie to each other.”

Jonathan steps towards you and it isn’t until he’s cradling your head in his hands to wipe away your tears do you realize you’re crying. He’s so tender, gently wiping the tears as they fall, and you feel weak against him, closing your eyes as you soak up the affection. 

“Bug…” His voice cracks, not knowing what else to say. 

You open your eyes now. “You went looking for Will without me… did you even think about what your mom would do if you disappeared too? What I would do if you disappeared?”

“I…”

“And Nancy…” you pull away so that he’s no longer touching you. “That was a line I never thought you would cross. And to lie to me about it, I just… why?”

Jonathan shakes his head, a few tears of his own now beginning to fall. “I don’t know.” 

There’s nothing else you can say; you’ve drained all your energy. A headache is beginning to form and with the parking lot clearing out, indicating the end of the school day, you know you need to leave for work soon. 

Normally when you look at Jonathan, you feel a sense of security, but now all you feel is dread. His shoulders are hunched, the bags under his eyes darker than ever, and at this moment you’re not sure you know who he is anymore. It terrifies the shit out of you. 

“I should go,” you wipe your nose with your sleeve, side stepping Jonathan as you start walking towards the bike stand. 

“You’re leaving?” There’s fear in his voice, and you can hear the undertones of are you leaving me, too?

“I have to work tonight, so I need to-” 

“Let me drive you then, it’s cold and-and we can talk more about this-”

He follows you to your bike and you feel such pity for him. You know he’s right about needing to talk more, but all you want right now is to crawl into bed and pretend that this whole week has been a dream. A horrible, awful dream. 

You offer Jonathan your hand, the cut on your finger no longer bleeding, and intertwine your fingers with his. “I want to be alone right now, okay? Please, just give me some time.” 

He wants to argue with you, you can see it in his eyes, but just like you know him better than anyone else, he knows you just as well. He knows there’s no use trying to change your mind when you get like this; when the feelings become too much and solitude is your only solution. It's happened before in the past, but never with him. 

All he can do is wait for you to come back when you're ready. 

“Okay, I can do that.” 

You squeeze his hand, like you always do, before you let go and bike away. 

He watches as you leave. 

– 

Tonight’s shift is another slow one, which you’re grateful for. 

It was just last week that Jonathan had been driving you, Will, and Dustin to school. You’d been singing some song on the radio and the November air had a slight nostalgia of August warmth. Will and Dustin complained about your singing as you wailed on, Jonathan eventually joining in so that the two younger boys could only cover their ears with their hands and groan in annoyance. 

Now Will is gone, taking the August warmth with him and leaving behind only November cold that leaves your bones feeling raw. 

The laughter is gone, and now you’re afraid that your best friend is gone as well. 

You come home to an empty house, a note on the kitchen counter informing you that your mother is at her knitting club and that Dustin is off with his friends. 

Wonderful. Your brother has once again gone off on some adventure without informing you first. What a lovely addition to your already horrible day. 

You call the Wheeler’s first, hoping that maybe you don’t have to bike around the entire town to find the little shit, but like always: you’re mistaken. 

“I’m sorry, but the boys went out biking right after school.” 

“Oh, lovely then. Thanks, Mrs. Wheeler, have a good night.” 

“You too, dear!”

As soon as you hang up, you allow yourself a moment to just scream. The headache that formed during your fight with Jonathan hasn’t left, you’re tired, you have so much homework that you’re too afraid to even look at, and you still have no idea who El is or what she really knows about Will. 

And now you have to bike all around Hawkins to find said girl, because there’s no way the morons have listened to your orders to stay put with her. 

You check Lucas’ house first, but Erica tells you that they aren’t there and requests that you inform Lucas that her lying fee has been raised to $5. 

“That’s a bit steep, don’t you think?”

“Do you wanna pay?”

“Good point, have a good night then Erica.”

You then search around the middle school, but there’s no sign of them anywhere. After another thirty minutes of nothing, you finally give in to your hunch and bike to the Byers. You’re not sure if Jonathan will be home, but your idiot brother may need you, so you just have to suck it up and check. 

Ultimately you’re glad you do, because as you ride up the driveway you see the boys circling around El. 

“Why did you bring us here?” 

“I have a better question Mike, why did you bring us here?” None of the kids had noticed your arrival, so they all jump at your voice. 

Dustin’s face goes pale. “Y/N! What-what are you doing here?”

“I’ve been looking for you little assholes for an hour now,” you park your bike and step closer to the kids. “Why do you never listen to me when I tell you guys to keep me updated, huh? Do I have a giant sign on my head that says ‘hey, ignore me and treat me like utter shit!’, is that it?” 

No one responds, too stunned by your words. You never cuss at them, and apart from last night, they don’t think they’ve ever seen you so angry before. 

“I’m just so sick and tired of people treating me like I’m some throwaway toy, just casting me aside and forgetting about me until it’s convenient. I have feelings too, isn’t that a wild concept? I mean, who knew Y/N Henderson had any real emotions behind her pathetic need to help everyone around her!” 

Dustin can hear the hurt in your voice and knows that this isn’t just about them sneaking off. You’re upset about something else, someone hurt you and he needs to know who, so he softly asks, “Y/N, what happened?” 

You spin around to face him. “Nothing! That’s what happened! None of you told me anything, everyone has just decided to keep me out of the loop because god forbid I deserve any honesty after years of being there for you guys-”

“Okay, this is definitely about Jonathan then.” Lucas mumbles, which Mike nods in agreement to. 

“This is not about Jonathan-” The sound of sirens cuts you off. 

Everyone freezes, and your heart stops. This is Hawkins, where nothing ever happens; cops don’t just go flying down the street late at night. 

You know, even before you can fully comprehend how, that it’s Will. You can feel it; the sirens are for him, the precious boy you’ve come to love like your own brother. 

Then, to confirm your fears, an ambulance follows behind the line of cop cars, and you feel your entire world shatter.  

“Will…” Mike exhales, and the second the name leaves his lips everyone scrambles for their bikes to follow the cars. 

You know you shouldn’t, you know this won’t end well, but it’s Will. Maybe he’s alive, maybe he simply got lost in the woods and has been wandering around the last three days or so. There’s so many other possibilities, an endless array of explanations, and yet…

Your legs feel heavy as you pedal after the kids. You know that, no matter what you guys end up finding, that nothing will ever be the same again. As you follow, the route you take begins to look familiar, back when you and Jonathan would spend your summers exploring the forest and its surroundings. 

The quarry. 

Suddenly you can’t breathe. “I… I can’t-” 

“Y/N, we have to see if it’s Will!” Dustin calls behind him, too eager to realize exactly where you guys are going. 

If you could just warn them, maybe speed up to block their paths, you could convince them to turn around, but it’s too late. The five of you arrive at the quarry’s edge and toss your bikes behind the fire truck. You see the firemen in the water, sloshing around for something, and you realize what they’re doing a second too late.

Immediately you begin to pull the kids away, not wanting them to see what you desperately hope you’re wrong about, but you’re too late. “Guys, get away from the truck, we shouldn’t be here-”

You’re always too fucking late. 

“Please, we need to leave,” your voice shakes as you try to shield the kids from the sight of Will’s body being pulled from the water.

Mike pulls away from you. “No, it’s not Will. It can’t be.” 

“Mike…” 

The firemen lift the raft up higher and the light lands on Will’s lifeless body, and you feel a piece of you die. He’s always been the smallest of the boys, but as the men lift his dead body out of the water, he’s never looked so small. Will is gone; he’s taken all the light with him. 

Dustin reaches for your hand and is the first to start crying. You pull him into your chest as he sobs. Lucas looks over at you, a silent acceptance in his eyes. “It’s Will. It’s really Will.” 

You grab the boy and pull him into you as well, the two of them now crying as you hold them. All you can do right is hold your boys, staring off into space as you feel them shake with grief against you. This isn’t real. 

From the corner of your eye you see El approaching Mike, and you’re too numb to warn her against it. “Mike…” 

“‘Mike’? ‘Mike,’ what?” He slaps her hand away, which causes you to become alert. He’s hurting, you know Mike loved Will more than anyone else, but he’ll only hurt himself more if he pushes everyone away. 

“Mike, I know you’re upset-” 

He faces you, a betrayed look in his eyes. “Upset? She was supposed to help us find him alive. She said he was alive!” he turns to El now, “why did you lie to us? What’s wrong with you?”

As he yells at the girl you hear his own tears beginning to form, and as you hold his friends, you lean closer to Mike and use your other hand to console him, but he begins to run away. 

Dustin and Lucas watch helplessly as their friend leaves, you all call after him but are ignored. They beg him to stay, too scared to be separated once more now that Will is gone, but Mike doesn’t listen. He grabs his bike, leaving you and the boys alone with El. 

She looks at you, tears in her eyes and a pleading look on her face. She’s looking to you for reassurance, to console her and tell her that everything will be okay with Mike, that he’ll forgive her, but you can’t. 

You also feel betrayed by the girl. You don’t think she was lying, in a sense, but then how can she explain Will’s dead body 50 feet away? El promised you and the boys that Will was alive, but he’s not. 

Tears start to fall down her face. “Y/N?”

You’re sure that when you look back on this moment later, you will have wished that you had done something braver, something more kind to the terrified girl, but you don’t. Instead of wrapping her into your arms alongside Lucas and Dustin, you give El a curt shake of your head, dismissing her. 

It hurts to watch her leave, and you’re ashamed of yourself, but then Dustin lets out another sob while Lucas tightens his hold around you, and you know that you’ve made the right choice for now. You don’t know El or her intentions, but her actions have hurt the people you love the most, and right now you have to put them first. 

You let the boys cry, barely registering anything else. 

– 

Later, much later, after getting Lucas home and tucking Dustin into bed, you finally allow yourself to grieve. You lay in your bed, staring at the framed drawing on your desk that Will had made you for your birthday this year. It was a sweet gift, having drawn you as a princess in one of their DnD campaigns with your sword and shield. Jonathan stands next to you in the picture, holding his own sword and wearing a crown, while Will and the boys are next to him, dressed in their own armor. 

In the picture the six of you are facing a dragon, but there’s a smile on all of your faces as you fight the creature together. You, Jonathan, and your boys; together, there’s nothing that you guys cannot defeat.

It’s your favorite drawing of Will’s. 

And now it’s your last drawing from him. 

The tears come slowly at first, then all at once. You find yourself hunched over, letting out anguished sobs as you mourn for the boy, for Jonathan and Joyce, for your brother and his friends. You mourn for the Byers losing a child, a brother. You mourn for your brother’s now tainted childhood. He’s too young, they all are too young to be experiencing such a loss. 

Will was too young. 

You cry until there’s nothing left within you, and yet the sobs still wrack against your body long after the tears have dried up. It’s a pain like no else. 

Then, as you’re finally beginning to calm down, you hear a knock at your window. 

You get up and fling your curtain open to find Jonathan on the other side. 

Neither of you say anything as you open the window and let him in. Once he’s inside the two of you face each other, unmoving and silent for what feels like years. There’s still a tension there from earlier, though this afternoon feels like decades ago. Jonathan stares at you, a guarded and unsure look on his face, as though he’s afraid that if he breaks in front of you that you’ll push him away. 

Instead, you surprise him by throwing yourself against his chest and into his arms. 

You’re not sure who begins to cry first, but it doesn’t matter. His cries only make you cry harder, having never seen your best friend this heartbroken before, and it’s all so fucking unfair. He doesn’t deserve this, no one does, but especially not Jonathan. He loved his brother so much, with such an intensity that rivaled your own love for Dustin. 

Jonathan pulls away a bit so that he can look at you; tears stream down his face. “He’s gone, bug.” 

“Bee,” you don’t know what more to say. What can you even say? While it feels like your heart has been ripped from your chest along with your bones, you know it only feels worse for Jonathan. No words could ever soothe that ache. 

“He’s gone,”

You grab at his jacket and gently guide him so that you sit on your bed. “Jonathan, look at me.” It takes some coaxing, but eventually he listens. “I’m here, okay? I’m here.”

Your voice cracks at the end, your own grief getting in the way, but it’s all you can say right now. You’re not sure how else to phrase it, how else to tell him that even if everything and everyone else is gone, you’re still here. You’ll never, ever leave him, especially not when he needs you the most now. 

Despite the vague words, Jonathan nods, always able to understand you, and he rests his head against your shoulder as the two of you cry. Faintly you can hear Dustin’s cries through the wall, but you leave him alone. You know he needs to process this alone, just like you needed to, just like Jonathan had before coming here. 

Tomorrow you’ll comfort your brother, you’ll bake the cookies that Joyce loves, and tonight will pass. A day must always end. This day will end, and tomorrow will come. Then, you’ll face this together with everyone you love. 

For now, your best friend needs you, so you let him cry into your shoulder and you run your nails against his scalp and whisper soothing words. Fuck whatever is going on between the two of you. 

Will is dead. The best of you, the purest of you, is dead.

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REVEALING THEIR QUIRKS THAT YOU WANTED TO KNOW PT.1

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꒰⠀from left to right ; intuitively choose the pile your mind, heart and soul desire for. if you are having trouble choosing the right pile for you, here’s some tips you can do ; (1) take a deep breath (2) close your eyes (3) ask guidance from your guides (4) finally open your eyes and you can choose the right pile for you by the guidance you ask from your guides. if you are still having trouble by choosing the right pile for you let me know because i am willing to help and guide you.

PILE ONE PILE TWO PILE THREE

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PILE ONE

can easily recognize suspicious person at the very first time they had interaction with them.

may have braces atleast once on their life.

may act cold for no valid reason, they just feel to act one because they think it's cool (BRAH☠️)

can sleep anywhere and anytime, type of person who would literally sleep more than 8 hours per day if they have time.

always applying sunscreen even though they're not set themselves under the sun. (skin protection is real)

prefer romance books when it comes to genre to read.

may have some white hair even though they were literally young in age.

wear anklet or may have a rose tattoo or just tattoo on one of their feet.

if they find you boring person they won't even bother to listen to you at all, it really to noticeable this about them since they tend to show disinterest.

thin or petite.

always sits on the floor rather than sitting on a chair or coach 😭😭😭

prefer barefooted and simple shoes to wear.

into swimming getaways and might be a surfer.

have wrist bands or hair ties such scrunchie around their wrist.

typically good at mimicking others lol.

type of student who think that is okay to pass rather than to be failed also can be the clown class.

just randomly yells when they're watching tv because they might find the characters dumb or if it's a game show they probably likes to cheer and say the right answer even though they aren't really there.

loves to annoy and tease other people especially their classmates and siblings or family.

can be a prankster.

bed is their weakness and only comfort on their noisy and exhausted world.

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PILE TWO

can split, have a strong and flexible body.

someone who talk, eat or walk fast.

spend their most of the time imagining, illusions or fantasizing with their dream life.

likes to chew gums or bite their own lips.

might have an specific birthmark on their face or arms and hands.

likes to do TikTok or enjoy watching TikTok or YouTube shorts.

someone who is music is life, they have headphones, earbuds or earphones on their bag.

have a weird or distinctive laugh.

someone who have a big hands or feet.

someone who is introverted and likes to be alone and prefer more their own company rather than anyone else.

a picky eater and type of someone who is afraid to order in any food restaurants or fast food chains.

you will be amaze by them, they can do some magic tricks 🪄🪄🪄

likes to ghosting others.

type of someone who avoid eye contacts a lot- they're shy type people.

someone who is into yoga.

someone who likes to watch ASMR videos, they find it very comforting.

type of individual who will literally adopt a stray animals.

promotes equality for everyone.

always carry a bag even it's a small one.

wants to travel but they're broke right now.

havinh a hard time choosing clothes or things that will suits them.

someone who is into anime or manga.

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PILE THREE

wants to be in a relationship but hella don't even get out in their comfort zone.

someone who likes to wear hoodies.

may have freckles or scar on their face.

someone who prefer a partner who is way more unique and different than the rest of people they've known.

prefer to wear pjs, pants or leggings.

prefer the color of black, green, white red and yellow as their favorite color.

have unique or uncommon eye color, their eyes seems like sparkling-you might get drawn.

might be into smoking or drinking alcohol.

someone who enjoys planting plants, vegetables and flowers.

a risk taker not even afraid of change, they think they're ready for everything.

have a mysterious and alluring aura that surrounds them.

likes to licks or bite their nails.

moles on their face.

someone who can stay awake all night- night owl person.

prefer sad songs and hate third parties.

fashion styles that they may prefer are streetwear, boho and casual.

observant individual, typically someone who can witness and see what's happening on their surroundings.

probably on the average or taller of height.

hate liars, cheaters and scammers.

someone who have a strong scorpio, leo, capricorn, virgo, taurus and sagittarius placements.

someone who act as a father/mother of a friend groups even though they just have the same age as them.

have a beautiful and lovely-might be into singing as well.

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I don't think we can expect everyone to know a lot about art on a deep level, but I do miss more info in art museums. If there are texts I find that they tend to be very surface level. I think it would be nice if either there just was given more info on the plaques in the museums, or that there would be also a sort of digital tour you could follow on your phone where you could access the info. The digital tour on your phone gives you the possibility to give way more info than you would ever put on a plaque in a museum and you don't have to try to read it with 7 people at once. I just remember that two summers ago I was walking through the National Gallery in London constantly looking up paintings and the historical events/stories they depicted. I do think, with the internet in our pockets, that the people who are interested have so much more access to art and info about them, but I still think that for permanent expositions museums could put in some more effort.

Having info about the painter, the event/story depicted, the symbolism (or interpretation of it), and some info about the materials used per painting would be nice, but I am also aware that that would end up being a huge amount of work. Non-academic people just often don't have access to academic publications, or simply don't know how to access them (I'm writing here in English, and in my experience publications in English are way easier to find for free in some way than those in Dutch, German or French, at least those I've needed, but you still don't find everything).

Interesting! There is an ongoing critical restructuring of the art museum, as they grapple with changing the ways they function. being colonial institutions invented to create a civilizing effect for the uneducated masses who suddenly are no longer at work 15 hours a day is pretty bad, right? the 18th century ruling class was extremely worried about what poor people would do with all the new leisure time + human rights they had gained after all those pesky revolutions. so enter the public, free, national art museums.

This crucial book by Duncan first criticized national art museums as a ritual space to replace the power that the church used to have: you get dressed up nicely, walk into a museum and perform an act of pseudo-worship by ascending up the giant steps, you follow a map that leads you from one room to the next, in chronological order with Italian renaissance art as the most valuable in this little micro world, and the other cultures ranked lower (looted african art at the very bottom, unless its with a picasso). You speak quietly, never point, don't stand too closely, follow the map, and NEVER run. if you step out of this order, the guards and the other guests will get angry and yell to correct you.

The museum takes the low uneducated dirty working class and teaches them how to act proper through a civilizing ritual.

Last night I told my friend a story Barbara Kruger mentions on Katy Hessel's podcast, that she gained her visual culture education in the lowest way possible, in a basement as one of the copy-paste girls who put the ads together at conde nast.

She wanted to go to museums and teach herself more about art, but felt like she could never feel clean enough to go in, her clothes felt too dirty and old. she felt like she needed to be lint rolled first. Many of my students feel exactly the same, "I can't go to the museum in sweatpants"

As a museologist, there's an idea of removing this authoritative condescendingness to art museums, and that starts by making didactics have as little of the curator's voice as possible, with just a tombstone. I'm trained to look at an artwork and immediately know the things you mentioned: the era, materials, iconographies, and the artists biography. communicating that to a student takes an entire hour every week. I do not look at didactics because I already have immediate basic info and context of every artwork, and I want to spend my time looking at the art itself. About 1% of this info is available on google/wiki.

You think museums should have a digital didactic for each object in a permanent collection? That'd be a fun initiative, essentially digitizing the work of the docent educator.

How would you feel about other visitors, instead of lining up to read a long didactic, were lining up to look between their phone and the art for a 10+ mins lecture that theyre playing at volume level 100?

Now how do you feel when I tell you the British Museum alone has over 8 million objects in its permanent collection, and doing a digital explanation for each one would take centuries if every qualified artist historian in the world worked on it.

To bring up Katy Hessel again: she does a great job at bridging this gap! She only has an undergrad level of understanding art but that actually makes her a great art communicator and instagram docent, she explains really basic things every art historian already knows, the 1% of art history you get on wikipedia but through her great voice. Museums Without Men accomplishes what you propose on a one woman level; an audio guide to the best women artists in a museum collection:

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Chapter 3: Only The Rough Wind Lingers Around Me

Chapter Word Count: 2,607

Anything in Bold Italics are Korean/Another language

TW

Mentions of death, hatred, Reader's parents past, On-night stands, pregnancy

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Recently you were having these…uncomfortable memories and thoughts about your parents. 

As people, you honestly didn’t know them much. They weren’t around for you physically, god forbid mentally with their own issues. Your grandmother, Mimi as you called her, was the only mother you truly knew. Alongside her, your grandfather – Papa – was there for all your important milestones, they were the people you called your parents if you had to, they raised you to say the least.

Mimi was always forthright with the lives of your parents. She never wished to sugarcoat the issues they had, however she never fully told you the damage that was done until you were older. Regardless of their flaws, Mimi and Papa really wanted you to know you were always loved by them and your mother. From a young age you realized that your grandfather held resentment for her father never stepping up to the plate but that comment was followed by ‘ but I will love them like the earth was coming to a stop ’. He promised no one would hurt you.

While that comment confused you when you were a child, it made sense, yet you never went without because of their love and affection.

“Mama, I hate him, he is the worst person I’ve ever met.” Bargaining into her home, Rosa kicked her shoes off and slumped onto the couch. She ran a hand over his face, letting out a grumbling yell into her hands. “And I have to spend the rest of my fucking life with him.” 

“Ay, language, Rosa.” Her mother called from the kitchen, “And give him a chance, if he is your soulmate, fate must have brought you together for a reason. Tell me about him.” 

“I met him on campus. God why didn’t I have a longer time between my eighteenth and meeting him! Only five months since I turned eighteen. Fate can suck my dick.” In rebellion, Rosa flipped her middle finger to the ceiling, mentally picturing this overarching ‘Fate’. “He is some asshole from my English class that finally decided to show up weeks into the semester. His name is Atlas and he is clearly a flirt that has probably slept through the whole freshman class already. Mama, he was literally flirting with our professor to excuse all his absences since he turned in all the assignments on time.” 

Rosa continued as ‘Mama’ leaned against the door frame of the living room. “He ran into me on the way out and that’s when the countdown stopped. The…rush that went through me made my heart nearly stop, I got lightheaded. It felt like one of the best feelings on the planet. I’d give anything to feel that one more time, with not a stupid fuck boy like him.”

Sitting down beside her daughter, Mama gently placed her arm on the other’s shoulder, pulling her closer until she could rest her head on her shoulder. “Sweetheart, there has to be some redeeming qualities about him. Like I said, you just met him. Go out with him, talk to him, see what the future could hold.” 

Six months, that’s when the bond first snapped into place. Since November, Rose truly tried to get to know him. With the physical need to be close to one another, they would meet once every other day on campus or at a local library to sustain their ability to live. For her, it was torturous, and for him, he was tired of the unwanted baggage. Now in May, things didn’t change. Resentment continued to grow.

“I don’t like this anymore than you do, Rosa, but can you please stop glaring at the side of my fucking head.” He spat out, sitting beside his soulmate in the library, arms brushing against one another for the necessary physical touch. 

“If you never showed up to that damn class we wouldn’t be in this situation. We would have never met.” Rose bit back, her glare still piercing with every passing moment. 

Deep down they knew it was never going to get better. There were many things left unsaid. Atlas refused to talk about who he really was outside of the playboy persona he put on and Rosa couldn’t even bare her heart to him because of it. 

More often than not, they sat in silence for a singular hour, one that was timed on either of their phones. It was a routine they came up with to live, but not to love. Both knew that neither would feel any love for each other if it continued like this. 

It was a mistake. A drunken mistake. One frat party was enough to ruin everything. 

Rosa wasn’t even supposed to be there but her friends begged since she hadn’t gone to a single party in her first two semesters. One drink led to two, which led to three, and so one. Atlas was already blasted by the time he had spotted her. The bond, much to his distaste, drew him to her. When his hand grazed the skin of her arm, he felt more alive than ever before. In her inebriated state and the bond sending these butterfly inducing sparks through her body, Rosa couldn’t resist the pull they had towards one another. 

Waking up in an unfamiliar room wrapped up under the blanket together wasn’t how either of them wished to spend their Sunday morning, A knock at the door threw them both for a loop. 

“Hey, whoever the hell fucked in my room, can you get out so I can burn it to the ground?!” 

Atlas winced at the voice, head pounding from his headache and at any moment he swore he could just throw up. Beside him, he heard a tired groan and felt the blankets get pulled up. With strained eyes, he peeked under the blanket to see who spent the night with him, ready to make some flirty comment that always sent his late night conquests swoon. 

“Good morning, gorg-” His breath caught in his throat and the sudden rise of nausea only made him cringe. 

At the voice, the woman beside him turned over. Her eyes cracked open, thankfully guarded by the blanket to buffer the light that flooded into the room.

In that moment, they both froze, staring in disbelief at the situation they were in. In the silence, the sound of a pin dropping was able to be heard. 

A switch flipped in both of their heads and instantly they were out of bed, haphazardly throwing their clothes on. Curses flew from their mouths, anger bubbling up from the ongoing animosity towards each other. Soon it turned to full on shouting. 

“..Disgusting, I can’t believe this!” 

“I’m disgusting?! You are the man whore that skips around campus!” 

“Man whore?! At least I’m not some teachers’ pet that can’t handle her alcohol!” 

“God I hate you!” Both screamed, storming out of the room and out of the house. 

The lack of sleep was the first sign of bond withdrawal. By the third day, the loss of appetite was beginning to eat away at their energy even more. 

“Munchkin, you don’t look so good.” Rosa’s father sat on the side of her bed, brushing some hair from her face. He saw all the signs of the withdrawal, everyone was taught about them early on in soulmate and bond education, but seeing them in his own child was heartbreaking, “You need to see him, Rosa. You both are punishing each other.” 

Weakly, she swatted his hand away from her face. “I never…want to see him again.” 

By the sixth day, the ringing in their ears was deafening. 

“Dude, you look like shit.” Atlas’s roommate, Niven, looked upon him with concern, shaking him to get his attention.

Focusing his eyes on Niven’s face, his eyebrows knit together in confusion. The atrocious ringing that pestered him was too loud to hear what he said. “I can’t…I can’t hear you.” He motioned to his head, taking a deep breath and struggling to sit up. 

It was a struggle to get ahold of her, but he managed to get a response through text of her address. Niven was kind enough to drive him, letting him know through a note on his phone to reach out if he needed any help later. 

Knocking on the door was a struggle but when it swung open, the man he was met with, who he assumed was her father, only helped drag him up the stairs. Moving through the house, he barely processed the pictures that he passed, seeing some of what he assumed was Rosa and her family. They looked…happy. 

He was all but tossed at Rosa when her bedroom door was opened. 

The moment there was skin to skin contact, the air that rushed into his lungs felt like the first breath after being held underwater for too long. With him leaning over her, he could see the color returning to his soulmate’s skin. The ringing dissipated and the need for food and sleep weighed down on him. 

A part of him was pleased that he felt better, yet some sick, dark part of him wished they never needed each other to begin with… 

This couldn’t be happening. 

“No no no no. Fuck!” Rosa took the closest thing to her – a plastic wrapping – and threw it against the wall. Tears pooled in her eyes and a single blink had them streaming down her face in a flood. “This can’t be fucking happening.” Her words came out pitiful and unsteady. 

She never thought she’d be here, sitting on the floor of her bathroom with a positive pregnancy test in hand. The two lines taunted her, slapping her in the face at the reality of the situation. Not even twenty, pregnant – to her hated soulmate nonetheless – and not even through college yet. 

Giving herself a moment to cry and let the overwhelming feeling of dread wash over her, Rosa stood and trudged her way down the stairs. 

“Mama, are you home?” She called out, her voice hoarse. At her side, she clenched the test tighter in her hand. 

Hearing shuffling down the hall towards the den, the voice she was looking for called out. “I’m coming, I’m coming.” Mama called out, making her way down the hall. 

Upon seeing her daughter in such a disheveled state, her maternal instincts were on high alert. “My love, what’s wrong-” Looking at her from head to toe, her breath caught in her chest. “Oh, sweetheart…”

Today they were to meet at a cafe on campus to get their allotted time of physical contact. Weeks had passed since their bond withdrawal, let alone the night they drunkenly slept together. Each meetup felt longer than the last. They barely spoke to each other, let alone look at each other. 

After a long and emotional conversation with her mother, Rosa had to tell Atlas, it was only right. Unlike his personal life, she wasn’t one to sleep around, he was the second person she had ever slept with, the last being three years prior in high school. 

Bile rose in her throat, distracting her from the textbook that rested open before her. 

“Atlas, I need you to listen because I’m only going to say this once.” Rosa began, folding her hands together in her lap. From her peripheral vision, she noticed his attention get drawn to her reluctantly.

Mentally, she was yelling at herself, but the longer she hesitated, the worse she felt. 

“Wha-” 

“I’m pregnant.” 

The world stopped. The weight of the world pushed down on her shoulders at his silence. Slowly, she lifted her head to meet his eyes. Unsurprisingly, the look on his face showed nothing but horror. Atlas leaned away, opening and closing his mouth yet no words came out. He set his jaw the last time he closed his mouth before standing up and quickly grabbing his things. 

“You can’t just run out on this!” She protested, pushing back in her chair and stood up, “Take some responsibility.” 

“Responsibility? Are you fucking serious right now?” He tossed his backpack over his shoulder, staring down at Rosa. “I never wanted a fucking soulmate, I never wanted this- Whatever the hell this is, and I don’t want it. You can’t expect me to just accept this. If you want to keep it, fine, I’ll stick around just to keep you alive if that’s what you want, but keep me out of it.” Each word was laced with venom, tearing her down at the emphasis of those words. 

He walked out without another word and she stood there, feeling the stare of other patrons as tears began to run down her cheeks. 

Atlas kept his word to say the least. He showed up to keep her alive, if she needed extra energy due to morning sickness or stress, he was there physically but never emotionally or mentally. When Rosa went into labor, he stayed a majority out of the room unless he was needed. 

As time went on, he had paid the bare minimum in child support, he never held his child or asked to see them. He became the typical absent father. No one was surprised. 

Rosa started to experience horrible postpartum depression and never truly recovered. Her mother and father had taken over the majority of the care for the baby. With her holed up in her room, the time between meetings to satisfy the bonds were still frequent but had begun to falter due to her emotional state and his reluctance to be around. 

She sought professional help and things were getting better. 

By the time the little one was three, there was a routine, Atlas followed it, steered clear of the kid, paid the money on time.

But one day the tension snapped, the metaphoric glass spilled over. 

“I can’t do this anymore! It’s driving me insane!” Atlas had stormed into the house, eyes bloodshot, breath ragged. “Why did I agree to keep you alive?! You have done nothing but drag me down with you every step of the way.” 

Mama had taken the kid away so they wouldn’t hear the fighting, she didn’t want this to be imprinted in their memory. 

“You think I like this any more than you do? I’m a single mom living with her parents while my selfish baby daddy is still sleeping around like the disgusting slut he was in college!” 

“Woe is me, Rosa. Give me a damn break!” He stepped into her personal space, faces inches apart, “You could have got rid of that kid but no! You kept it and ruined your life, my life, and your family’s life! I’m done, I’m not coming over, I’m not answering any more calls, I’m not sending any more money.” 

Her father pushed him away, eyes wide at the implications of his words. 

“If you want to see selfish, you are going to rot in hell with me.” 

Your grandparents never wanted you to hate them. They never wanted you to be afraid of what fate had in store for you. Both encouraged you to be your best self in spite of the rough hand you were dealt in life.

Communication was a skill they wanted you to know and wanted you to know it well. It was a lesson they instilled as far back as your memory went. If you needed help, you asked, if you felt curious, you questioned, but most important, if you were hurting, you told.   

They wouldn’t let you succumb to the same circumstances as your parents did.

[fairyhaos]

seventeen and exams

how i think seventeen will study for important exams

notes: inspired by me, and my friends, who are currently going through exams. tag yourself y'all, im jeonghan

masterlist

seungcheol:

tries to study rlly hard, spends an hour looking over his notes then proclaims loudly that test scores don't actually matter and you shouldn't base someone's self-worth on a bunch of numbers before throwing his stuff into the air. before he goes into the exam, he tells everyone to not expect anything from him. gets practically full marks. 

jeonghan:

one of those superstitious people who says that eating chocolate before having an exam helps you perform better. the members still don't know whether he actually believes it or uses it as an excuse to eat half a box of chocolate before his exams. meditates (prays) with minghao on the day of the exam. crams in the two days before, pulls all-nighters and is all charged up in caffeine and sugar. scores super high, so does it all again next time too

joshua:

goes round telling everyone to do your best!!! your best is all that you can do when it comes to tests and don't feel bad if you fail, especially if you're mingyu or seungkwan!!!! tutors the younger members in maths/ english when they get stuck, literally looks like a cute nerdy uni tutor when he puts on his rimmed glasses. claps when everyone gets their results, never tells anyone what his were

junhui:

firm believer of Winging It. hoshi swears that junhui has photographic memory or smth bc if anyone ever has a question about the material he answers back in record time despite having not looked at his notes Once ever since he wrote them in class. gets the third highest score out of all of them. is basically a genius trapped in a catboy's body

hoshi:

almost kills himself trying to cram for his exam a week before. lives on energy drinks, cookies and sometimes the carrot sticks that joshua brings him. gets asked by wonwoo if he's slept at all, answers with "red". can barely focus on the paper when he's in the actual exam bc he's so tired. is going to go back into hibernation once he's done the exam, couldn't care less about the result anymore

wonwoo:

he's a nerd, so he gets full marks. makes a three month study plan, ends up only following the first month of it and the last two weeks of it. randomly yells questions at junhui at various times during the day, gets increasingly more exasperated when the guy keeps getting the answers right. stays up the night before the exam playing games, blacks out during the test but still does rlly well

woozi:

he's studying for it, okay, just not as intensely as soonyoung or wonwoo. makes a study plan that's less intense than hoshi's (admittedly, that guy doesn't even have a plan, he's just stu-dying), manages to actually follow through with it. asks joshua to help him with some stuff, buys the elder chocolate after the exam when he does well

minghao:

meditates his way through it. nah, he's studying too. is more relaxed about it, believes that half of the exam is just knowing the right way to word stuff. you could learn half the content and pass with high marks. and tbh, he's right. uses almost exclusively flashcards, carries them everywhere to randomly test himself n others. goes to joshua and junhui to double check his info, makes sure that hoshi's supply of cookies is all stocked up

mingyu:

prays to the gods. he knows he's smart enough to do all this, but has the attention span of a ball of wool and none of it is Staying in his head. steals some of jeonghan's chocolate, cries in wonwoo's bed after he's done the exam saying that he failed it. is pleased when his test scores come back and he finds that he Didn't fail it at all. the little shit smh

dokyeom:

either passes really well, or just barely doesn't make the pass. is practically joshua's permanent student. part-time studying partner of hoshi, part-time breakdown partner of seungkwan. also steals jeonghan's chocolate before the exam. is the most positive when they get their test scores, bouncing around and hyping everyone up so they don't feel too worried

seungkwan:

has a mental breakdown four (4) times while studying. declares himself done with revising a total of six (6) times. his room is a mess of  papers and flashcards. followed the advice of people on the internet and bought a wall-covering whiteboard, which he's covered in red ink and his tears. has one last crying session with dokyeom in the corner of the living room the night before the exam. comes out of the hall saying how badly he messed up and makes the members feel so bad that mingyu buys him ice cream

vernon:

locks himself in his room, has his headphones on his head almost permanently. walks around the living room like he's never seen it before, stares blankly at all the members he encounters as if he's meeting them for the first time. no one knows what he's revising. or how he's revising. practically only comes out of his self-isolation the day of the exam, wishing everyone good luck before gliding out the door like some sort of spirit

chan:

is the one providing everyone with positive reinforcement even more than shua!! hypes everyone up, encouraging everyone to keep going. gives like 5 members shoulder massages every night. no one ever knows when he has time to revise by himself bc he's always sitting with someone and listening to them rant. does moderately well on his tests, is praised endlessly by his members bc they're so grateful for how much he helped them

currently taking requests

[lieutenantselnia]

One of my favourite 2D Doof scenes just because I like listening to him (or actually both Doofs) rambling over stuff, here in the German version! <3

A few words on this; when I imagine scenarios with him in my head I'm actually never quite sure if I imagine him talking in German or English, in my mind it just kind of all blurs together since I'm so used to using both languages in my everyday life at this point. However, I think for the most part I imagine him with the sound of his German voice and his pronunciation, probably also because I'm more used to it (for PnF I always kinda preferred the German dub, I don't know why exactly, it really can't be nostalgia since I didn't watch it as a kid, but maybe just for the childhood show vibes). I like the original as well though (and sometimes kind of mix them up in my mind), I feel like Dan voiced the two Doofs with a bit more nuance, making 2D Doof speak a bit slower and maybe a tiny little bit deeper, to give him a bit more of an intimidating aura.

Another detail about his accent that might be interesting especially for non German speakers: In the original, Heinz' home country Drusselstein is a parody mostly on Germany/German-speaking countries, and on a few occasions, characters are heard speaking some German words. Doofenshmirtz himself is supposed to have a sort-of German accent as well. In the German dub, this was mostly replaced with Russian, for example that once scene where little Heinz is dressed as a lawn gnome and his father yells at him "Bewegen Sie nicht!", which is a grammatically incorrect way of saying "Don't move!" (correct ways would for example be "Beweg dich nicht!" or "Nicht bewegen!"), while in the German dub he yells in Russian "Не шевелиться!" - in latin letters something like "Nje shevelitsja!" - (which I believe is also grammatically incorrect lol).

Doof's accent seems also inspired by what the (stereo-)typical Russian (or generally Slavic) accent sounds to German people. However it doesn't lean very strongly into it, the most notable thing is that he rolls his Rs quite a bit stronger than it's common for German speakers, otherwise he speaks pretty much standard German. For example his pronunciation of the "ch" sound isn't really emphasised at all, which often tends to be associated with a Russian accent.

Also another small note about accents in general, I don't know how common it still is nowadays for people to think that German speakers all speak with a strongly rolled R, but we actually don't. Of course it may depend on the region or specific dialects, some people also just happen to naturally speak with a more rolled R due to their individual mouth/throat anatomy, but in the standard way of speaking in both Germany and Austria at least, it's not really a thing. We roll our R differently than English speakers, but it's also not that very "full" rolled R that you may hear in languages like Spanish. I myself, despite being Austrian and growing up speaking the Austrian variant of German, am physically struggling to roll my Rs because my tongue frenulum is literally too short to do it properly. The R pronunciation was always my biggest challenge in my Spanish and Russian classes (luckily my teachers weren't strict with it as long as you tried). But yeah, I just wanted to clarify that Doofenshmirtz' way of speaking isn't what the average German speaker would sound like, also I just find languages a fascinating topic to ramble about :D

[endereies]

FUCK IT - MATT STURNIOLO - PART 2

Spotify Playlist:

Pairing: Matt x Oc

Contains: Growing up with parents who make her feel isolated, what happens when she meets Matt. A person who introduces her to new people, new experiences and new feelings.

Requested?: no

Author's notes: This is a filler chapter before things get good!!

Word Count: 2810

Part 1

“Is this something we are meant to do?”

“Fuck it.”

Matt’s Pov:

“I don’t know, Nick. It isn’t as easy as just asking for her number so casually like that.” I slump down on the sofa and groan when I drag my hands down my face before they land in my lap.

“C'mon dude, it’s simple. You just ask” Nick shrug his shoulders as he grabs a Dr. Pepper from the fridge.

“It really isn’t, I’ve only known her like… I don’t know, three weeks? I need a reason y’know?” I sigh deeply and look up at nick with a blank expression.

“An excuse? What are you, five.” Nick rolls his eyes at me and jokes around, taking a seat beside me.

“Just say your grandma died or some shit” Chris pipes in from behind Nick and I; his comment makes us snap our head to him. He is so casual about his statement and stands with one hand in his tracksuit pocket and the other holding a red popsicle like Nick.

“CHRIS!” Nick’s voice echoes from right beside me and I quickly cover my left ear to muffle the yelling.

“Yup, I’m not doing that.” I scoff and smirk at Chris’s statement.

“Don’t tell me you have used that one Chris” The tone in Nick’s voice shows how serious he is when asking, as if Chris would actually use that.

“Yeah once, like a year ago”

Nevermind.

“You two are no help” I mumble before I pinch the bridge of my nose between my index and thumb.

“Why do you want this girl’s number, wait. Whose number do you want?” Chris starts to walk in front of Nick and I holding his popsicle amid his teeth as he adjusts his clothing on his waist.

Before I can get a word in, Nick manages to chime in.

“He wants Alyia’s, the girl we met in the music room you happened to barge in to…” He glares in the other’s direction, pausing for a moment before continuing. “He wants to keep talking with her for ‘practice’” I catch Nick making air quotes not-so-subtly.

Chris immediately gives me a smirk and raises his eyebrows at me.

“Nah don’t do that shit, I just wanna practice with her because all these new freshmen this year are awful at guitar. She can actually play”

“Then don’t listen to Chris, kid can’t even give a half ass response to that”

“I am right here, Nick” Chris retorts, shifting to the bin to place his wrapper into it, his body leans as he does, so he grips the edge of the counter to support himself.

“Whatever, look matt, if you wanna find a ‘reason’, then over-thinking it is going to get you nowhere in this situation. You need to act natural and be reasonable. Are you in any classes together?”

“Classes together? Uh no, why?” I question him with a much quieter voice than the other two.

“God, Matt, even I know this” Chris confidence practically emits from his voice. “For starters, you two share English together. Maybe if you didn’t fall asleep every other lesson, you would know. Besides it’s so you can ask her to send over the work from a lesson that you ‘missed’. Simple” He stands in front of me and crosses his arms when he done speaking, stood proud ahead of Nick and I.

“Exactly, see Chris gets it.” His hand raises above him and Chris takes that as an invitation and hits his hand against Nick’s with a grin.

-

Alyia’s Pov:

“Come on Alyia, it is only one day and it’s for your benefit…”

“Jenny, I haven’t missed my guitar practice in almost a month!” I groan with the palm of my hand rubbing my face. The grip on my other wrist increasing in strength whenever I resist.

I could practically feel the eye roll she gave to me as she lets go of my wrist and lets out an exasperated sigh in my direction. She places the top half of her hand into her flared jeans, the pocket not being able to hold any more of it. The front strands of her hair flow over her shoulders when she turns to face me with a blank expression.

“Don’t look at me like that Jenny, guitar is important to me” I rest the majority of my weight on my right leg and I let my arms merely drop to my side, the momentum making them swing momentarily.

“And your grades aren’t? This is way more important. Frankly, I’m not going to let you fail your English test again. Nor am I letting you leave the library until you finish your essay.” She crosses her arms which cause a stray section of hair get caught between her skin.

My right hand lifts to the charm on my necklace and I trace it across the metal against my neck, the sound of it dropping back down is barely audible compared to the deep sigh I disperse from my lips.

“Fine.”

­-

My pen taps rhythmically against the wooden desk which matches the timings my head nods to. Before I can process her action, my pen is slide from my grip and slammed on the desk beside me. I jump back and snap my focus to Jennifer’s stern face.

“Work.”

“I have been, I’ve wrote one page…” A timid response barely emits out after I hesitantly pick my pen back up, noticing some ink was pressed into the stretch of wood.

“Alyia. You still aren’t finished though... are you? Her posture remains stern even when she raises are arms to the table to lean upon.

“No…but I still have two weeks to finish it. I will be completely fine” I smile trying to back myself up as I speak.

Both our attentions from the conversation slip as the bell’s ring echoes around the library walls.

I draw my gaze back towards Jennifer and I quickly collect my books in front of me and attempt to gather my sheets of paper in an orderly fashion but I end up creasing one or two of them.

“You’re lucky, just make sure you get that done alright.” She doesn’t give me a change to respond before she pats my shoulder twice and walks to the main exit, holding the door open for the person wandering out behind her.

-

The locker door swings open before me, decorated with guitar strings and picks, placed below a stack of papers and books, I lean down to add to that pile, only standing back up to face my mirror I applied sloppily with hot glue. It was tilted enough to irritate me, but I was too lazy to fix it. Soon enough, a pop sound escapes the tube of mascara which was originally in a small, grey basket containing small makeup products. I slip my tongue between my lips to help me concentrate, slowly moving them back as I get closer to finish my application.

“You weren’t at practice this morning.” A gentle but stern voice emits from what I think is behind me, causing me to turn quickly, I pull the mascara wand from my eyes and twist it back into the tube. When I find nothing behind me, I turn my body back around and my locker door slams shut with the force of someone palm.

I switch my attention to the boy stood leant against the locker door alongside my own. Matt stood with a questioning expression which remained plastered on his face.

“Matt, you scared the fuck out of me.” I let out an irked sigh, re-opening my locker door only to place my mascara back inside of it.

“Why didn’t you go to the music room today?” I can’t tell if he is mad at me or upset when he asks this and his expressions aren’t helping

“Studying, that’s all.” My answer is vague but it’s enough to get him off my back for the time being.

“And since when is it your business to track my whereabouts.” Irritation starts to grow as I now look at him sternly and copy his actions and lean on my locker door.

“Since you suddenly stop practicing with me in the mornings.” He offers me a smile but I don’t reciprocate and I simply raise an eyebrow at him.

“You were meant to stop that after that talent show shit, well, I mean you’ve never played in the morning before.”

“I’ve never had someone there to practice with. At least someone that doesn’t make me want to smash my head between my cymbals over and over again.” He lets out a breathy laugh and pushes his main body weight back onto the soles of his feet.

“And no one in any of your music clubs can help you?” I raise an eyebrow at his comments

“They are all freshmen; all the good players were in the year above us. Now that they are gone, we sound awful. If I was to practice with them, I think I would lose braincells.” He sighs once he finishes speaking and wraps his arms loosely around his stomach.

“Fine.” I roll my eyes and keep them closed for a moment.

Matt’s facial expression changes quickly before he starts speaking again.

“Can I ask you for a favour…?” The tone is his voice is timid and quiet, hesitant compared to the actions he just did. He slammed my locker in front of me for fucks sakes.

“Uh? Yeah sure. What is it?” My eyebrow raises while I speak and I relax my body and push myself up from the locker door and position the majority of my weight back onto my feet.

“I missed last English lesson and I don’t have the notes, can you send them to me or something?” His words are rushed and spoken quickly like word vomit.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Don’t know why you’re so surprised by that…It was just an essay plan and answer, you really didn’t miss much.” I hold my hand in front of him expectantly, but I maintain eye contact with him.

“Oh yeah, shit sorry.” He rummages through his hoodie pocket at the front before going to his jean pocket and steadily pulling out his phone by the top of it. He holds it in his right as he lifts it to unlock it with his face id. “Here…”

His phone is rather plain, his home-screen is a small forest like environment with what I assume is his brothers and family. The apps don’t have a theme nor are they coordinated with spots of colour from Snapchat, TikTok, Instagram and other various apps. I quickly scan those apps and I find the phone app at the bottom left of his screen.

I click on it and I go to add my contact, thankfully I know my number of by heart and add it in quickly under the name Alyia🎸. I look up at matt briefly who is just curiously studying my actions. Before I hand it back to Matt, I pull my own phone out and unlock it. I ring the number I just placed into his own phone which produces a buzz from mine. A short intro to a song plays but I cut it off before Matt gets the chance to guess what it is.

“There, I’ll send the work over to you when I get home tonight. I hand back his phone from my palm.

“Thanks...” He gently smiles at me when he holds his phone back in his hand and sees the emoji I added on. “I appreciate it”

“Don’t sweat it, look, I have to go for a meeting with Miss Ackley, ill…see you around?” I shrug my arms and begin to turn when I finish my sentence, pausing between my last words.

“Of course, I’ll ‘see you around’” He mimics me with a smile before turning around like I do, headed in the other direction.

-

Matt’s Pov:

I got her number and it feels like a massive weight has been lifted off my chest. Those few weeks of practicing together has been almost a highlight of my day. And as stupid as it sounds, I don’t want to suddenly lose her company. For whatever reason.

I get dragged out of my thoughts by a light punch in my right arm.

“AYY did you do it matt” I sigh when I hear Chris’s voice from my side before, he throws his arm around my shoulder, forcing me to support his weight.

“I did yeah” I speak proudly to Chris, holding my phone up to his face to show the contact that Alyia imputed herself. Chris immediately ruffles my hair with a big grin on his face.

“So now I can ask her to practice way more often now, and I don’t have to rely on those stupid freshmen with the musical ability of a brick.” I roll my eyes and keep smiling at Chris

“Awesome. I take it I’ll be hearing a lot more of this Alyia girl then, huh” Chris gives me a wink and a slight nudge at his own remark

“Not for those reasons Chris but yeah you will be.” I end up finally pushing Chris off of my shoulders so he is back by my side again.

“Uh-huh whatever dude” Chris smirks at me but I brush it off with a playful punch to his arm.

“C’mon dude, we are gonna be late for math if we don’t hurry” I realise the time and speed up before I hear a groan behind me from Chris.

-

Alyia’s Pov:

I walk away after talking to Matt, processing the interaction between us. Why was he so worked up over me missing one session of practice. I honestly thought he wouldn’t care about it after the talent show. He just kept showing up. I guess those freshmen are really shit then if he is coming to me to play. To be honest he isn’t a bad player so it’s not a total waste of time.

I just hope I don’t regret giving him my number.

-

My home was strangely warm when I entered it after school; my bag drags itself down my arm before I let it slip off and onto the floor. I walk into the kitchen and I immediately notice some spaghetti in a pot on the stove.

With a note on the table. Of course.

I pick up the post-it and sigh deeply

‘Hey Ally, we are going out for a meeting again. Food is on the stove. Love you

-Mum’

I roll my eyes at the note and drop it back on the table and walk away without grabbing anything from the pot. I simply head to my room and slouch on my bed with my head against the wall. I pull out my phone and quickly remind myself I had to send my English work to Matt. I scramble off my bed and quickly run down the stairs to start rummaging through my bag that I left by the front door. As I pull out all my books I notice the bright blue from my English book, I yank it from the pile and start to flick through the pages of its contents, and start to return to my room. I approach the door much slower than I left it, trying not to trip. When I do successfully, spread pages quickly cover my floor as I try and get my notes that matt requested. I finally pick the correct sheet and shove the others to the side to clear some space for a picture.

I drag my phone across the covers of my bed and open my camera and turn the flash on rather than my main light. The light flashes and nearly blinds me when it reflects off the white sheet of paper. Thankfully, my movement didn’t blur it and I send it to Matt with a quick message.

Alyia🎸:

‘Hey Matt, I’ve sent over the English work from last week, lemme know if it’s the correct one.’

My phone barely sits back down on my duvet before it pings and the screen lights up with a notification. I hesitantly pick it back up and look at the notification. It was from matt and he responded right way

Matt:

‘Yeah, that’s perfect, thanks a lot’

*Alyia has changed contact name to Matt🥁*

Alyia🎸:

‘No worries, I’ll see you tomorrow in class then’

Matt🥁:

‘In the morning this time I hope’

‘Don’t wanna be disappointed again when I don’t see you’

Alyia🎸:

‘Disappointed?’

Matt🥁:

‘Your my music partner now🤷‍♂️, I’d get used to that if I were you’

Alyia🎸:

‘Well, glad I can be of service’

© ENDEREIES 2024

@st7rnioioss @yuhayeee @axolotllover225 @melliflws

[heyybaejjk]

MODERN AO'NUNG HCS — PT. 3

pairing. ao'nung x fem!reader

summary. human aonung hcs

warnings. none

masterlist. pt. 1 pt. 2

Mans definitely is going for an ATAR course and for his HSC ‼️‼️

I feel like the main classes he chose are:

- Music

- Art

- Maths

- English Advanced (only because you prob do it)

- Marine Studies (cmon now fishlips)

- SLR, the only non-ATAR subject because it's more of a chill subject.

Hates math with passion, only chose it because you chose it.

If he isn't in one of your classes then he loves to leave class at least five minutes early to walk to your class and wait for you

Some teachers have caught him walking out, but it's the second term of school, they're already used to him doing this

Term 1: "Miss, what the fuck is that right behind you? Is that a spider?!" Ao'nung screams frantically, pointing behind the female teacher with his eyes widened and mouth gaped.

"What!? What is it!?" The teacher yells as she turns around to the white wall that faces her. An empty, blank wall painted with nothing. Confused, she turns back around and sees a tall figure run out the door.

Term 2: "Miss, there's a big ass fucking spider on your shoulder!" Ao'nung yells, a slender finger pointing to the teacher's shoulder. "Ao'nung, leave already," The teacher rolls her eyes as she was already used to his stupid tricks.

"Oh, okay." 🧍‍♀️

During the break, all people see is 👫

If you do food tech as one of your classes, bro's begging for you to save him some food that you made in class.

"I had theory instead of prac today, I'm sorry, Nung. I didn't make anything today, but I made lunch," you giggle as your boyfriend's heavy weight drops on your back, pulling you into a hug. His long ass arm wrapping around your shoulder. "That teacher of yours is a stank ass liar-"

A cough from the sideline erupts, causing you both to turn your heads. There, stood a mid-thirty-year-old man, tapping his foot aggressively, eyeing your boyfriend down. "What was that, Ao'nung?"

Let's say you got into a fight once...

You ate that shit up.

Having a fine ass man like him, people can't help but stare respectfully

Others.. not so much.

Others really can not take the hint, or even the answer no. Especially, and specifically, a girl in your class named Ray. Yes, the same girl from before. A few months after the incident of Ray texting your man, after multiple times blocking her, it seemed she didn't care after she made a new account. Her non-stop texts weren't harmful at all until she sent a rayraybae: I'm better than her in so many ways, just let me in your room and I can prove it ;) No doubt your man screenshotted it and sent it to you straight away! 🤣👏

The very next day, you rock up to her class and confront her, to which she just laughs in your face. Already prepared to hit, you put your hair into a tight ass fucking bun and tie your hood up, then proceeding to punch her square in the face. Turning into a whole fight where students walk in for class, only to whip out their phones to record.

Let's bffr, it's a high school fight. It either turns into a whole ass fucking brawl or a 1v5 or wtv. (I've seen it at my school personally or on Twitter so 🤞) For the sake of this, let's say no one jumps in.

Along the sideline, you can hear Ao'nung screaming "Yeah! Yeah! Get her ass!"

When you're finally pulled away by Ao'nung you both bolt out of the room and out the gates.

You both aren't big fans of skipping school, but today seemed like an exception.

this is so booty cheeks and so short, I'm so sorry 😭😭♥️♥️♥️ @yourstrulyyyyy

[potentialguybodyswaps]

I think tumblr deleted one of my stories, so I’ll post it again lmfao

Swap Class part 1:

America is going straight to hell, every aspect of society has gone to pleasing the Pansy ass democrats

Like they added this new sub course to Sociology, called swap class, where the goal was to allow you to experience life though other people’s eyes, so you could have empathy for those not as privileged…

Kinda vague if you ask me, but as the captain of the basket ball team, I’m just tryin to take easy classes, which I’m told sociology was, until they decided to add it to the course shortly after picking up the class

I walked into class that day and we had a different professor than usual, some chick.

I took my seat next to some fag, he was Hispanic and kinda built like a twink. I actually remembered him tho cause he was one of the kids I bullied here

She was going over the rules of class, but to me it was just another monologue that I didn’t care for. eventually she finally did some shit that caught my attention.

the professor wheeled out some machine and told us “this right here, is where the magic happens, the heart of swap class”

One student yelled out “what is it” to which the professor said “it’s the body swap machine that you all will be doing your projects on”

For this first time in this class I was absolutely baffled “Bodyswap? Project? What’s the project about” i yelled

“ yes so the project is each and every one of you will get the GREAT Opportunity to swap bodies with a classmate for a month, and you’ll have to right a 10 page essay about their lives and how it differs from your own, any questions?” She said looking over the class

Another student then called out “yes, do we get to pick who we swap with?”

The professor smiled and said “No, if you look down at your seat, you’ll see there all labeled, so whoever is in seat one will swap with 2, whoever is in seat 3 will swap into seat 4… any other questions”

“Yes what if we don’t wanna stay swapped for the whole month?” I asked

“Well I suppose you’d get an F, if you don’t care about your GPA, and flunking the first semester, that’s fine I suppose, ok enough questions, everyone look at your seat and figure out who your partner will be. Once done start lining up”

Man, I couldn’t fail this class, if I fail any of my classes my position on the team is in jeopardy… I looked down at my seat, and saw the number 44

“Oh no” I thought to myself as I herd calls chuckle as I looked down and saw the number 44

I looked at his desk and saw the number 45.

“Fuck bro, I guess we’re swapping bodies for the next month” i said looking him up and down. “Try not to do any dorky shit in my body ok? I don’t want people starting to think I’m a loser”

“Aye aye captain” Carlos said with a weird ass smile

“Like that shit bro, don’t ever say that shit again” i said scowling as i got up to get in line

Carlos followed me and got in line, after all the swaps were done there were only a couple minutes left of class since each pair of people took about a minute to swap

“Now before you all go about your new lives for the month, don’t forget to follow the rules, if any of you do something to mess with the other’s life while your inhabiting it, they have the option of not swapping back and keeping your life if they want” the professor said as the bell ring

On my way to Carlos’s next class I couldn’t help but feel how weird my junk felt

I tried rearranging it, but it wouldn’t go down ether of my pants leg. “he must be too small to fit it down a pants leg” I said to myself laughing as I used an arm to feel the rest of my chest

“Dam Carlos sure is boney, I can feel he has has abs but it’s not like he works out type of abs, more like he doesn’t eat food type of abs”

I knew Carlos was a 2nd generation Mexican, but his English was pretty good. That didn’t stop me from making fun of him tho for being from a poor immigrant family

I think the worst part of this all is how the bully has become the bullied, I knew the other assholes in school were probably gonna make a target of me, so I decided to minimize that as much as possible

I went to the typical hang out spot for the the basketball team and saw there were only 2 guys

Zeke, and Caleb, they weren’t my favorite people on the team but I knew they would protect me

I walked up to them and they seemed pretty hostile “aye fucktard, get out of here, we’re waiting on other members of the team to show up so we can hang out”

I tried to explain to them what happened in swap class but they didn’t seem to believe me

“Oh ya? If your really Ryan, pull your pants down and show us this kids dick, we all know it’s gotta be small compared to your actual dick ” one of them said

For some reason being told what to do was kinda a turn on and I immediately got hard…

I laughed and told them “I personally haven’t checked it out for myself but your definitely right haha”

I pulled my pants down to show them, underwear still up, and I guess that was enough for them, since I was already hard they could tell that I was no where near as big as my original body haha

They started laughing at me when I pulled my pants down and took a photo.

“Ya I’m probs like 5 inches haha, i don’t know” I said laughing with them

“Why are you laughing Carlos?” One of them said seriously

“W-what’s the issue” I started to say before getting cut off

“Get on your knees dude” they said again while unbuckling their jeans. i don’t know what it is, but for some reason in Carlos’s body, I found it hot and wanted to obey when I was given commands

I got on my knees and they both pulled out their cocks in my face

“Suck” Caleb said to me

I opened my mouth and took Caleb’s dick in first, trying not to gag, he wasn’t the biggest on the team by far, that was me, at 9 inches, but Caleb was pretty big too, at 7 inches, he was bigger than zeke

Zeke had his phone out the whole time I was sucking Caleb’s dick, I decided it sucked to be the bitch of the group and put all my effort into sucking Caleb and Zeke off, I started focusing on mainly the head and got Caleb to cum in under 10 minutes, dispute him using his hands to push me further down onto his cock, so I wasn’t able to focus as much as I wanted on the tip…

After I got Caleb to cum, he pulled out and Zeke stuck it in my mouth as he handed Caleb the phone

“Ya you like sucking the teams dick don’t you!?” He said to me while I sucked him off

“Answer me when I’m talking to you” Zeke said pulling his dick out

This whole situation sucked so I was just trying to get it over with as fast as possible

“Yes zeke” I said as I inched closer to put his dick back in my mouth

“That’s fine, there’s plenty of people on the team, we kinda need a cock sucker to keep us all happy, who knows maybe you’ll get a spot on the team” he said laughing

“I don’t think that’s necessary” I mumbled

“Oh yay and why is ThATTTT” Zeke said as he cummed into my mouth

The taste was just as salty as Caleb, but I told him “cause like always, I’m too good for y’all”

“Psh whatever that means fag, now get out of here and don’t talk to us again” they said as Caleb handed Zeke his phone back and put it in his pocket

I headed back to Carlos’s dorm and went to bed early that night, sadden that some of my own best friends didn’t believe me, and forced me to suck their dick just for trying to talk to them…

I woke up the next day and took a look in the mirror, I couldn’t believe that I was actually Carlos, I always seem to be hard, but it’s not hard to hide when I’m this small haha

I won’t lie, his face is kinda cute, if he was more muscular and had a bigger cock, I just might be fine with staying this way. But bro is a absolute twink, though and though, which isn’t what I want to be so, I can’t wait till the end of the month and get my body back

I got dressed for the day and made my way to Carlos’s classes, I proceeded to just go home each night and try to sleep as early as possible

Less time I’m awake, the less times it feels like I’m stuck as this fag

I would text Carlos every now and again asking him how things were going, was he going to practice? To which he typically just responded ya “fine” “good” or “yay”

I do take that back tho, I wouldn’t always go to bed right away, Carlos was in the band, and so I would try to play his instrument and practice, I didn’t really know what I was doing but as I looked at the sheet music while I played, I just somehow knew where to put my fingers to make music.

Eventually when the time came for the next basketball game (which was a week after we swapped)

I got on the bus to travel with the band, but since it was such a small band, Carlos in my body, and the rest of the team was also on the bus.

After the band got on, Carlos was one of the first people from the team on the bus, and made way towards me, picking a seat across from me

Eventually I started falling asleep on the long ass ride to our game, the bus was full of chit chat about the game, but it was just white noise to me

Eventually I was woke up to Carlos smacking one of my arms

I opened my eyes and looked over with complete horror written on my face.

I saw Carlos with his shorts and underwear pulled down, with our team hat placed over his junk

“What are you doing bro, you know the rules of the swap, don’t do that in my body” i said trying to hide a look of desperation on my face.

Carlos smirked and stood up, still covering my junk from the public, and did a loud whistle that got everyone’s attention

“As team captain I just wanted to say, no matter what happens tonight, we all know we’re the better team and they all can just suck my dick if they think other wise” he said smiling as he pulled the cap away exposing his, or should I say my big dick to the team and band”

The crowd started applauding and he sat back down pulling his shorts back up

Whole time i was just staring at him in disbelief, “bro what the fuck, why did you do that? Are you trying to keep my body? I mean all you did is let everyone know how big my cock is, probs the biggest here, that’s not exactly damaging my rep haha, I’ll still take my body back at the end of this… you’ll have to try harder, if that’s what your trying to do” I said regaining a bit of my confidence

Carlos made direct eye contact with me and smirked as he leaned in closer to me

“Ya but you see, after a shirtless pic of me with my pants down, leaked, and you sucking off some of your supposed friends on the team, my reputation is trashed. the professor already knows too” he said as the smile on my formal face grew bigger, as I finally realized where he was going with this

“No” I started but got cut off before I could finish.

“With that said, she says I don’t have to do the essay… and I get to keep your body if I want, which I mean who wouldn’t wanna be the big dicked basketball captain, fucking his girlfriend every other night. Oh which she says has been way better recently… your girl likes me fucking her better, than when you were haha! So ya bro, I think ima keep your body, and your not getting it back, so feel free to keep sucking the teams dick, I can be next if you want” Carlos said grabbing my formal junk though his shorts

I wrapped my arms around my head and just sunk into my seat

“Wtf bro this isn’t fair” I mumbled

“What’s not fair is you being a bully and thinking you can get away with whatever you want” he said jokingly hitting me in his head a bit

“Use your head Mcfly, hello? Anyone home?” he said doing his best impression of biff from back to the future

[nicolos]

rocky aur rani thoughts

it wasn't at all what i expected actually? like I'm not sure what I expected but it wasn't that

rani chatterjee let me raid your wardrobe

they really just promoted tum kya mile and jhumka because there were like no other really memorable songs--

I sound a bit mean but I had a blast, I laughed a lot, did tear up at least once, and didn't want to pull up 2048 at any time during the film

(spoilers under the cut)

the film had some real 2011 style feminism moments mixed in with more genuine things? the interview at the start made me want to die but there were some almost - ALMOST - coherent points in there

bollywood is not the place to make statements about fat shaming etc etc but there was almost smth valid in seeing any jokes about what whatshername ate clearly coming from ...people were not supposed to like?

rocky and rani were actually quite sweet, despite the ...extraness

i think the film kind of rolled over this as rocky was supposed to be wealthy, but there's a great deal of elitism in the sort of attitude Rani and her family have towards Rocky. It makes me wonder what this film would be if he didn't ... colour coordinate his cars to his clothes and live in a replica whitehouse. like on one hand it's arguably his wealth that makes him able to be the way he is, but on the other hand, the traditional/modern divide that they were showing is typically also a class divide. there's no reason for rockys english to not be good as he is now - and nothing apart from personal taste and "traditionalism" for them to critique, even though rocky isn't actually that traditional in comparison to his family, and even if he was, they - esp at the start - didn't know that

on the other hand I don't know a lot of Bengali people or a lot of Punjabi people so it may just be like a culture shock thing they're going for. idk. i understand it, i just think it's a little bit of a miss for a genuine criticism on their laughing at him

the grandparents element was funny lmao. like what's going on THERE. but it was almost kind of sweet, too, the way they just ...liked spending time together I guess

keh diya na... bas keh diya

^ half the cinema actually echoed this line with her. icons only

the film did pretty often pit men against men and women against women. this worked! when alia or her mom were yelling at men... this worked a little bit less? idk. i think sometimes it ends up feeling a bit mouthpiecey, and some of it was weirdly phrased and ...strongly delivered, to say the least. i understand that they're both from an environment in which they feel safe voicing their opinion, but I was nonetheless going - would someone actually say that? so openly? so maybe that's on me

everything about the alias dad storyline was just chefs kiss

i do think rockys relationship w his mom and sister needed a bit of work for the big fight scene to work. it sounds weird to say since so much of the film was abt the randhawas but ranveers mom's dynamics w everyone were a bit underdone

the guy playing young granddad was so hot. hotter than the real actor actually was back then tbh

all I could think during the ranveer dance routine was how much time did it take him to learn that dbdndndjdjf but that was excellent

idk. i think in some senses the scale of the movie interfered with its effectiveness, but I don't want it to be any smaller in the ayushmann khurana sense, if that...makes sense? idk. it did feel very kjo production, and I like that about it

tum kya mileeeee,,,, tum kya mileeeee,,,, hum na rahe hummmmm,,,, tum kya mileeeeee

ranis "i am speaking" was hot though the whole of that non-confrontation made me want to yell, though maybe because it was happening in public

SPEAKING OF when she crashes her car into his in the middle of a four lane road and then they just fucking stand there and talk and kiss for 10 minutes and all the other cars just go around....lmaoooooooo

still think the more obvious solution was for them both to move out of their family homes but ok

[edenityy]

( chapter thirteen ! )

"Hey, can I take the top bunk?"

On the ground of Noah's Ark Circus, there is a small tent, one of many, that houses the members desperate to give a performance. Inside that small tent are Leah, Ciel, and Doll, claiming their beds and settling on for the night.

A separate small bed was moved into the sparse tent, despite the tight fit of three people rather than the preferable two. Doll was gracious enough to let the fatigued Leah Barrett have it, who shivers in her clothes amidst the cold February air and reluctantly keeps her eyes open.

"Go ahead," Ciel looks up at Doll who's already climbing the ladder. "I think I prefer the bottom anyway."

Sparing a glance for his fiancé, Ciel watches as she sets up her bed. Leah's efforts don't exactly show in her work though, as her bed looks nothing like what Anna is capable of preparing.

Once settled on her bed, Doll leans down on her arm to glance at the pair. "S'been on my mind for a while. You two speak some pretty fancy upper-class English, don'tcha?"

"Pardon?" Ciel asks, hearing the rustles behind him of Leah changing her clothes. "R.. Really? It's probably because we've been working in a house since we were little.." he tries to explain.

Placing a nightgown over her head, the brunette removes the pieces of clothing from underneath to not expose herself, regardless of how tedious it is. Leah's attempts at tying it are also a bit futile, leaving the fabric to loosely fall off her shoulders with some movements.

"Blimey. Anyhoo, you just gimme a shout if there's somethin' you ain't 'ettin! There's a long life of circus ahead of you!" Doll smiles brightly before excitedly shuffling some items around. "Oh righ', wanna 'ave some sweets? Them's from the popular Funtom Company! What'd you like, caramel, milk, or strawberry flavored?" she asks, holding out an assortment of lollipops between her fingers.

A weary smile crosses the Phantomhive's face. "Well um, I'll take caramel.."

Doll smiles before her eyes drift to Leah, sitting with an expressionless face as she looks at the floor. "What about you, Diamond? Want one?" she smiles, watching the Barrett lift her head to look at her.

For a mere moment, Leah's eyes seem to sparkle, but they are quick to dim down when her eyes trail lower to her stomach and thighs. "I'm alright.."

"Are you su—?" Despite Doll's kind attempts at trying to include the girl, she's cut off when Leah lies down and turns to face the tent wall, ignoring any further words directed at her.

Brushing off the encounter, Ciel and Doll enjoy their treats until they sleep for the night, trying to combat the February cold.

"..ah.."

"..Le.."

"Leah.."

"Leah!"

Currently shaking awake his fiancé in the dead of night, a nearby candle sits beside Ciel on the floor as he tries to keep his whisper yelling to a minimum. What would normally be no surprise to a servant, the young Earl is learning for the first time that Leah is a hassle to wake up.

A firm hand keeps a grip on the girl's shoulder underneath the fabric of her nightgown, Ciel's fingers rubbing against the lace details and silk. Shaking with a bit more purpose, he glances back to make sure Doll is still fast asleep, noting how she almost snores.

Shifting in her spot on the bed, Leah's eyes blink slowly as she tries to adjust to the darkness, as well as the small light flickering a few feet away from her. She brings a thin hand to her face and gently rubs her eyes, finally awake with a not-so-welcome reaction for her fiancé.

Trailing her blue eyes up Ciel's form, she settles on his face, and amidst her moment of recollecting her thoughts, Leah moves back with a quiet gasp.

"What are you doing?" she whispers harshly, grasping at the blanket to cover her body.

Ciel removes his hand from her shoulder. "We must talk. How are we meant to get into those tents?"

"I don't know, now get away from my bed! I'm in my nightwear, this is beyond scandalous!" Leah knits her brows.

"You don't need to prove your virtue to me. Now is not the time for that," the Phantomhive complains.

Fighting back a scoff, Leah purses her lips. "This is not about my virtue. If anyone were to see—"

"No one is going to see!" Ciel cuts off.

"I am an unmarried lady in my nightwear with my fiancé far too close to my bed. The thought alone is terrible so unless you plan on marrying me in this very moment, get back to your side of the room!" her voice speeds up towards the end of her sentence, slight anger flowing through her words.

Taking a moment to stare in exasperation, Ciel grabs his candle and reluctantly moves back to his bed. "You are so stubborn!" he complains.

"You are just as stubborn. And you wake me up at an ungodly hour and choose to complain about my behavior?!" Leah hisses, feeling irritated after being awoken.

The betrothed teenagers silently stare at each other for a long few moments, taking in their features in the dimly lit tent. Clearing his throat, Ciel glances away when he notes the glimmer in Leah's eye or how the candlelight shines on her pale skin.

"Just.. go back to sleep. We'll talk about this tomorrow," he stammers, rearranging his blankets in preparation to lay down again.

Slowly lowering the sheets from her form, Leah shivers when a wave of cold air hits her cheek. "You couldn't have considered that before you woke me?"

"Sleep!" Ciel almost breaks his whisper before blowing out the candle, listening to Leah's shuffling as she gets beneath her blankets.

Letting silence fall upon them, the pair get as comfortable as they can in the atmosphere they are struggling to become accustomed to, falling asleep as they listen to Doll's snores.

— ౨ৎ —

"Get up, Diamond!"

Standing atop Leah's bed, Doll bounces and repeatedly hits the girl with a pillow. After about three minutes of effort, it finally pays off when an irritated huff leaves the one being bounced around.

"What is wrong with you?!" Leah barks, sitting up in her place on the bed.

Dropping the pillow beside her feet, Doll hops down. "You got work t' do!" she stares with furrowed brows.

Holding back a nasty remark, the young Barrett reluctantly swings her legs off the side of the bed and stands, forcing her body to wake up. Waddling over to a corner, she crouches and pieces together an outfit while pouting at the muted colors.

Working quickly, Leah manages to wrangle on her clothes as Doll works on getting Ciel up. Her dress is a simple shade of off-white, accompanied by some browns, a grey scarf, and a brown coat. 'I want to go home.'

"Whatcha talkin' about, Smile?! I said, get up!" Doll raises her voice in response to the Phantomhive's mumbling, acknowledging the sound of Leah shuffling around behind her.

Sitting up with a scream, Ciel scrambles to get his eyepatch on before Doll is capable of seeing anything. However, he is unlucky enough to not notice Leah who sees a quick flash of magenta move before her eyes with a tilt of her head.

"Newcomers 'ave t' get up early an' prepare breakfast!" placing a hand on her hip, Doll stares down at Ciel. "You ain't got the time t' snooze!"

Hardly taking a moment to question the strange color she saw, Leah chalks it up to being tired and reluctantly leaves the tent. Stepping out into the cold air, she immediately shivers when a gust of wind blows by her, pushing her hair to the side and making her capable of seeing clouds of breath.

Doll is quick to follow behind, standing beside the taller girl outside the tent and giving a small smile. Glancing down, Leah flashes a feigned one but maintains a soft look.

This moment is short lived sadly, as Doll groans in annoyance. "You're slow, Smile! We're gonna leave you behind!" she yells, waving her fist.

"I'm going now!" Ciel sweats and tries not to yell back, still half-dressed and getting himself together.

Trudging through the circus grounds, Ciel and Leah struggle to hold overflowing wooden buckets filled with vegetables. The sound of voices fills their ears as they tremble, the Barrett nearly dropping carrots in failed attempts to simultaneously combat the cold that tries to seep through her coat.

'All that sword training and it didn't make me any stronger? What happened to that strength I had when I sent that man to the ground..' she puffs out her cheeks in thought, keeping a steady pace beside her fiancé who glares at the ground.

"What is your outfit?"

Flicking their heads around, the two nobles are greeted by Sebastian who smirks at Ciel's choice of attire. The boy is wearing a buttoned shirt — not buttoned properly — an unbuttoned coat, pants that expose his calves, shoes just barely tied properly, and unkempt hair. Even Leah managed to make herself more presentable.

"It seems that you remain unaccustomed to changing clothes on your own," Sebastian feigns a chuckle.

Turning his head back around, Ciel releases a sound of discontent at his butler's words. "I was hurrying."

"Oh dear," quickening his pace, Sebastian grabs ahold of the strings to Ciel's eyepatch. He carefully undoes the knot and replaces it with his signature one. "You are going to have a difficult time untying a dead knot on your own."

All around them, people gawk at the scene, Leah included, as they watch Ciel's face flush at the interaction and many eyes that watch him. Watching on the side opposite Leah, Doll bursts out laughing.

"Smile, Black ain't your mum!" she shows her teeth, the crowd joining in on the laughter.

Ciel stomps his foot. "No! It's— a habit.. Well, no just sometimes.." he struggles to find an explanation.

Glancing beside him, he watches Sebastian carefully rearrange Leah's attire and fix her scarf much to his dismay. The Barrett — wanting some semblance of home — gladly takes the help.

"Sebastian! Don't treat us as your master while we're here!" Ciel keeps himself a few steps ahead of the demon, trying to keep his voice low. "Leave us be!"

Finishing up his work on Leah, Sebastian closes his eyes in a way to internally bow. "Understood. I shall at once," he whispers.

— ౨ৎ —

Off in a corner on the circus grounds, the betrothed teens sit on boxes and work hard to prepare the vegetables they were given for breakfast. They have spent the last fifteen minutes simply peeling the potatoes and carrots, albeit terribly, but the young Barrett has moved on to chopping the carrots the best she can.

"I hate this. Why must you drag me into everything," Leah complains, doing everything she can to not cut her smooth hands.

Shifting his attention to his fiancé, Ciel gives her a look of disbelief. "I did not drag you into anything! This is all Sebastian's fault," he grumbles.

"You know, when I always come along with you on your little adventures it is because I want to spend time with you but this is not what—" Leah is cut off by Doll waltzing over.

"Smile, what're ya plannin' on makin' from them potatoes with peels thicker than the meat?" she asks before glancing down at a small piece of potato in the blue-haired boy's hand. "Smile! Whaddya think you're doin'?! You peeled that many?!" Doll shouts.

Staring with wide eyes and clenched teeth, Ciel's face flushes in embarrassment once more. "I— I'm sorry!" he apologizes loudly.

Doll reaches down and plucks the piece of potato from Ciel's hand. "Cor blimey, what part of this can we eat..?" Her eyes trail over to the carrots Leah cut. "Well, at least those aren't as bad."

Placing a hand to his chin in thought, Sebastian trains his gaze to the floor until he has an idea.

"It cannot be helped. I shall deep fry them as they are into crisps and make them into fish and chips," he picks up the bucket of potatoes from Ciel's side and begins to walk off.

Leah and Ciel both watch as Doll's eyes light up in excitement, walking off with the butler. "Cor! I love those!"

"This cannot be worth it.." Leah complains, standing from her spot on the box to follow behind them.

— ౨ৎ —

It's not long before Sebastian is capable of fixing the aristocrat's mistakes, serving breakfast in the mess tent with a welcoming smile on his face. The tent is filled with lively chatter as the people eat or fight for food.

Entering the mess tent with quick steps is Doll, dragging Ciel and Leah behind her as she forces them to follow.

"Look, we're going!" Doll acts mildly concerned.

Ciel, struggling to keep up while being dragged, hardly notices that his fiancé manages to slip from the girl's grip. "Going where..?"

"If we don't hurry we'll miss the meat!" she takes the Phantomhive into the crowd of people and shoves her way through. "Hey! Outta my way!" Doll shouts.

Left behind, Leah watches as the people fight to get what food they want for the morning. She stares at the food for a moment — at least what she can see through the bodies — and feels a sharp pang of hunger hit her stomach. Swallowing air, the Barrett walks off to one of the tables and sits with shaking hands, nervously rubbing her fingers as she waits for Ciel to return to her side.

Thankfully for the noble, there isn't much waiting that needs to be done as just within a few minutes, Doll and Ciel both take a seat at the table. Glancing beside her, she notes how Ciel is in shambles, lightly shaking with disheveled clothes and hair that is somehow worse than before.

"What? Looks like you only got bread in the end," Doll stares down at Ciel's bare plate before noticing there is nothing in front of Leah. "Diamond! You didn't get anything at all?" her smile almost drops.

"Yeah.."

"I'm not hungry."

Doll quickly slaps the smile back on her face, brushing off the aristocrat's words. Swooping her fork down to her plate, she begins to load some of her pile onto Ciel's plate.

"Well, that's that. I'll share some of my grub with you! You're skin 'n bones so eat up!" Doll hardly pays any attention to Ciel's thanks and shoves a fork puncturing some potatoes towards Leah's mouth. "You too, Diamond!"

Pressing her lips into a thin line, Leah diverts her head to the right. "I'm not hungry.." she lies, trying not to cry at the food in front of her face.

Ciel lifts his head to observe his fiancé's face. He doesn't understand why exactly she acts so strange around food, but he feels a small itch of concern.

"There ain't no way you ain't hungry! I didn't see you eat anything yesterday, you gotta be—" Doll doesn't have the chance to finish her sentence before Leah manages to run out of the tent. She turns to Ciel. "What's her problem?"

Keeping a light run, the young Barrett leaves the mess tent behind her until she finds a secluded area of the circus grounds. Coming to a slow stop, she listens to people pass by her spot while she attempts to not cry — until she does.

Placing a shaky hand over her mouth, Leah allows a stream of tears to slowly fall from her eyes and does her best to keep her breathing in check. However, it's hard for the girl as she nearly hyperventilates. This crying doesn't get to last long though, frantically wiping her tears at the sound of someone's footsteps getting much too close for her liking.

Stepping around the corner is none other than Joker, looking down at the brunette in surprise. "Oi, lass. What're ya doin' back here?" he asks before noticing the wet gleam on her tinted cheeks. "Are ya alright?"

Running the back side of her fingers across her cheeks, Leah tries to hide the embarrassment she feels at being caught crying. "I'm alright.." she whispers with an undeniable voice crack.

"Are ya sure? You can talk to me," Joker tries to persuade the girl but only receives a noise of discontent in return.

"I don't want to talk about it.." the Barrett clenches her teeth and wipes the last of her tears, struggling to meet the man in the eye.

Looking down with soft eyes, Joker places his real hand on Leah's head and gently rubs. "Well if ya need any help, just come to me or Doll." he reminds. "Why don't ya take a moment and go practice? Get yer mind off things."

A cold gust of wind blows over the pair, causing the brunette to wrap her scarf around herself tighter. Disregarding her wishes of wanting to go home and be in the warmth, Leah speeds off with a nod towards the practice tent and reluctantly walks into the chatter of the other future performers.

Dragging her eyes across the faces of the people, she feels a wave of anxiety at the prospect of interacting with any other them. Whether it be her lacking social skills or not wanting to get close, Leah instead chooses a spot off to the side for herself, trying to think of what she could practice.

'Well I can't do contortions in this dress..' she puffs her cheeks out in thought until she notices one of the balls used to balance. 'That'll do.'

Leah spends most of her time practicing trying to get atop the ball until she is capable, roughly getting an idea of how she is meant to balance. There was a temptation to run over when she caught a glimpse of Doll and Ciel, but she had decided against it after her small outburst from hardly even an hour ago.

Shakily balancing on a ball, her peace gets interrupted by a familiar tuft of ginger.

"Diamond! Could ya take these towels to the shower area? Ya don't gotta step inside, just leave it near the entrance," Joker asks, training his gaze on the Barrett who is trying her best at the circus antics.

Releasing a breath through her nose, Leah gently drops from the ball and takes a look at the towels in Joker's arms. "I suppose.." she replies, allowing the taller male to hand her the towels.

Setting off with a nod, the teenager keeps a steady pace and is once again forced to combat the cold, her naturally cold hands make it feel worse. Leah is far from content but takes deep breaths to prevent herself from throwing a fit or breaking down in front of a crowd.

The girl is certain she is close to the shower area when she hears a louder group of chatter, preparing to divert her eyes but the voices take her attention.

"Wait.. Please stop that!"

"But you're gonna catcha cold like that! C'mon!"

"Stop th—"

The young Barrett, being nosy, purses her lips while she listens to the voices, recognizing the sound of Doll and Ciel. She forces herself to divert her eyes though, reminding herself that she is a lady in far too close of proximity to undressed men. Leaning down, she places the towels on a nearby box and her eyes trail off against her will, landing on the mark now visible on Ciel's exposed back.

Pausing at the sight, Leah's breath hitches as she stares in confusion. This feeling worsens when her fiancé runs directly past her, leaving Doll behind him who desperately chases after him for only a few moments. Leah shakes her head and drops the towels down, lightly jogging in the hopes of catching up with Ciel.

'What was that on his back..? I've never seen anything like that before.' she thinks, giving Doll and the shower area one last look as she walks off.

At first, Leah struggles to find the boy, only being able to use a general idea of where he could have run. It's not until she can hear voices in the distance that she's almost certain she's found him.

"Anyways, we just need to investigate the troupe's tents and we can go home," Ciel says, allowing Sebastian to begin unbuttoning his shirt.

"I thought that you were patiently aiming to be promoted through the troupe?" questions the butler.

Tilting her head, Leah follows the voices to a secluded area.

"I can't mention something that takes so long—"

Turning the corner, the betrothed teens come face to face. Initially, there is silence until the Barrett's eyes trail down, noticing that Ciel is lacking a shirt. With widened eyes, she begins to scream.

Slapping her hands over her eyes, Leah begins to back away from her fiancé who now stares at her with an incredulous look. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" she repeats, running away from the scene.

'No one can know about my time here! I shall die before this becomes known to anyone else!' Leah fights back her thoughts with a shake of her head, swallowing loudly as she tries to calm her thoughts and lightly flushed face.

— ౨ৎ —

Later that night, Leah recovers from the oh-so-scandalous scene and is found in a tent, working alongside Ciel and Sebastian to ready the circus troupes for tonight's performance. Both of the teenagers are finally given a window to take a break, the brunette's eye nearly twitching from the constant requests she had been subjected to moments prior.

"Ah.." Ciel sits down on a stool beside her with w plop. "Excuse me.. What should we do while the show is going on—" sharply turning his head around the room, the boy realizes that only a few people remain in the tent.

Standing up at this revelation, Ciel takes ahold of Leah's wrist running towards Sebastian who stands near William at a clothing rack. "Sebastian! His mark missed! We don't know when the next chance will come. Let's get through investigating that tent now! Have it be over within ten minutes!" he orders.

"Please don't pull me up so fast.. Anemia, remember? I may faint," Leah tries to remind her fiancé who now tries to tug her without as much force, noting how her face somehow manages to appear more pale than usual.

Fighting the feeling of lightheadedness, the trio move quickly but they only manage to make it a couple of feet from the tent before they are caught.

"Black! Miss Wendy twist'd 'er ankle, so she can't appear in the performance 'nymore. So Black, please go out in 'er place." Joker approaches them from behind, carrying Wendy on his back with Peter by his side. The show'll be fine if you do it, Black, so I beg of ye. It'll be yer turn shortly, so please get ready soon!"

Sebastian looks down and releases a huff of air, listening to Ciel groan beside him. "'Tis a pity, Young Master. We'll have to wait for another chance." he waits for a response but is surprised to meet silence. "Young Master?"

"We don't need to sneak into that place for long. On top of that, now might be the only time when that person is not in there. Leah and I have time. The tough part is just the venomous snakes," Ciel walks over or a paper taped to a board showing the day's schedule. "According to the program, your debut will end at nineteen-fifty and the encore at twenty. You'll catch all of the snakes in five minutes from now, then appear in the show. Finish your debut at nineteen-fifty, and once you've gone into the back and released all of the snakes, you'll return for the encore. I'll investigate the rest. Let's go!"

Turning around with haste, Ciel runs for the tents with Leah in his shadow who occasionally stops to catch her breath. Now approaching the first-string member's tents, they come to a stop.

Placing an arm out in front of Leah, the Phantomhive stops her from moving any further. "Wait until we are finished. I don't want you to get hurt," he warns, knowing that his true intention is so his fiancé won't question Sebastian on his capabilities.

Giving an exasperated look, the young Barrett doesn't bother fighting, allowing the men to take a few minutes to handle the snakes before she follows in after them.

"All right. You go straight to the show tent. You'll be suspended if you're tardy," Ciel orders.

"Certainly, Sir," making his way to the entrance of the tent, Sebastian opens the flap and looks back. "I will be back at once."

Both of the teens fall upon a comfortable silence and move about the grounds, picking one of the first tents to graze their eyes. Entering, they notice a lack of decor but corsets hang up from the top of the tent, signifying Beast's quarters.

Walking in with quiet steps, Ciel walks towards a suitcase with a framed photo sitting atop it. "This tent looks quite austere." he picks up the photo. "Hm? A photo of children? Are they from the troupe?"

Leah glances down at the photo as well and recognizes some of the familiar faces. "I shall play lookout for you as you search!" she announces.

"You complain about never being told anything but deliberately put yourself in a position where you won't get to learn about our situation?" Ciel questions, turning to show a raised brow.

"Oh, hush! I don't care anymore, I just want to go home.. before any more of my dignity is taken from me," sighs Leah, walking out of the tent and crouching in a corner covered in shadows.

Most of Leah's time spent waiting in the shadows is bleak. The only comfort she receives is the sound of crickets or the trees rustling, saving her from the silence of her thoughts. It's not until she notices Beast approaching her tent that she starts to panic, realizing Ciel is about to be discovered.

Stepping out from the hiding spot, Leah sprints Beast's direction and tries to flag her down. "Excuse me! I need help!" she lies.

Beast turns her head with knitted brows and clenches the blanket covering her chest tighter. "What are you doing over here?"

"I um— got lost! I needed to find the show tent but I fear I just have no sense of direction!" Leah tries to explain, raising her voice to alarm Ciel so he can hide.

Giving a blank stare, Beast turns to point a finger in the tent's general direction. "Over that way," she says.

"Thank you so much!" stutters the Barrett as she runs past her and ducks past another corner once she knows Beast has entered her tent.

Leah continues her lookout once more, knowing it's nearly over when she catches a look at Sebastian leaving the tent to return for the encore. But that means that she now has to panic upon hearing the voices of the first-string members getting louder and runs for Ciel who leaves Beast's tent, ducking behind two boxes to get past the circus troupes.

The pair stay silent to not give their location, the brunette staring at Ciel who appears lost in thought. However, this silence is breached when Doll shines a lantern over their heads, staring down at their crouching figures with wide eyes and face devoid of any expression.

"Hey. What're you doin' there?"

[pimento-playing-hopscotch]

15 questions, 15 mutuals

Thanks for the tag, @rachelsversion1 and @reyestrandd 🫶 💝

Are you named after anyone? Possibly? Once when I was little, I swear I remember my mom saying there was a girl in her high school class who name Kerry was spelled like mine, in addition to it being the name of a county in Ireland. But in later years, she doesn't remember this and insists she chose the name off the county in Ireland.

When was the last time your cried? Ehh recently... either Monday night or the time before that when I closed at work- our team trainer wouldn't stop harping at me to vacuum the underside of the case (when we were already behind) and she kept saying our manager would be furious if we didn't, and I was just getting so upset going home cause like I have actually closed with our manager more than she has, and if we are behind like we were that night, he doesn't care about that. Also it's under a panel so no one would notice! (as you can see, I've let it go lol).

Do you have kids? Nope!

What sport do you play/have played? When I was in middle school, I played softball, and was mostly terrible (I think in three years, I literally hit the ball once lol). But for some reason I was able to tell if a pitch sucked and so I got on base quite a bit from getting a "walk" from not swinging at a bad pitch.

Do you use sarcasm? Sometimes, but I have a real trouble with understanding it in person, because I come from a very sarcastic family with someone who is sarcastic 90% of the time, but if you react to what she is saying like she is being sarcastic, then she will pretend to throw a huge fit, and if you act like the fit isn't genuine then boy are you in trouble... so I tend to be embarrassingly bad at understanding sarcasm.

What's the thing you first notice about people? What they're wearing almost always. Like if I see women walk by at work I always want to yell out, "that sweatshirt is so cute! Where did you get that!"

What's your eye color? Brown

Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings for sure; scary movies are for looking up the plot on wikipedia lol

Any talents? No but I wish... I walk very softly and people always think I'm sneaking up on them but that doesn't really seem to count lol

Where were you born? A city in Wisconsin, but different from the one where I live now

What are your hobbies? Writing is the biggest; writing and watching shows and thinking about what I want to write about lol.

Do you have any pets? Yes, my tortie kitty Pumpkin, or Punkin - she is a sass bucket 🥰

How tall are you? 5'2"

Favorite subject in school? English or History; anything reading or writing or non-math related.

Dream job? THE dream would be a murder she wrote type thing; living alone in a cottage and writing my silly stories and getting paid for it. But having a job where I could go in the morning, leave at a good time in the afternoon, be able to sit down during the work day and just complete a project and move on to the next one without having to talk to customers, and make enough money doing that; that honestly is a dream worth dreaming at this point. No pressure tagging: @dreamingofmickeywaffles @manicpixiedreamb0y @elevatehearts @ellena-asg @poppy-in-the-woods @baubeautyandthegeek @hydesjackiespuddinpop @paperstorm @tailoredshirt @draculakells @firstprince-history-huh @kiloskywalker @not-roman-and-not-a-god @carlos-in-glasses @love-ivygrace

[nothing-but-glitter-and-lashes]

things my class at school has done this year:

put on Macbeth except each character had a different accent (we had a Texan Banquo at one point i swear)

collectively banned my friend from saying the word “communism” in certain classes because she talks about it too much

let the same friend give all of us an existential crisis about the value of human life

‘smart people are more likely to build nuclear bombs’ … ‘yknow cus of science stuff’

chosen this one girl to be our chemistry sacrifice

taught ourselves the entire chemistry curriculum for 3 months because our teacher was awful, and then got him fired 😀

had an argument with the full class about whether the entire concept of money and trading should be entirely abolished

nearly made my english teacher cry from laughter more than once (“ive learnt not to question you by now”)

stood on tables in our classroom and pretend to be water vapour

yelled about bisexual alexander hamilton

but the best thing:

we have this awful RS (that’s religious studies for ppl who call it something else) teacher who’s defo a pro lifer, racist, and also tries to push her beliefs on other people

last term we had to do a presentation about something to do with the sanctity of life

and every. single. person. in my class. did a presentation that directly contradicted her beliefs whether they actually believed it or not

not being disrespectful of her beliefs, just straight up saying we disagreed. and the best thing is we didn’t even talk about it beforehand. we just all did it. and the look on her face was priceless

[mischivana]

Letting You Go Was the Hardest Thing I had to Do.

Will Solace x Sibling!reading

Requested by anonymous.

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I looked out the window again, it was English and again I wasn't paying attention. My mind was elsewhere, on something, someone, more important. I watched as the pairs of late siblings ran to the school from the parking lot or ran out of minivans being scolded by their mothers.

I thought about my brother again. My half-brother. How much I missed him and how mad I was that he chose not to be here. I knew it wasn’t his fault though, it was his dad’s. Yep we have different fathers. But it’s more complicated than that.

My name is y/n Solace, my half-brother is Will Solace. The thing that sets us apart though, he’s a demi-god. His father is Apollo, yep the sun dude. I'm not a demi-god, pure mortal blood right here. It never got in the way of our brother-sister relationship though, not until now at least.

During the summer Will goes to this camp, Camp Half-Blood I think he called it. It's basically a safe haven for demi-gods, a place where they can train and be safe from monsters. Yep monsters, they’re real. One almost killed me and my brother one time. I think he called it an Empousai?

Usually he only goes during the summer, hence the name SUMMER camp. Which was nice, he would go to camp and then spend the school year with me. Sure I couldn’t be with my best friend for 3 months but I’d wrather he’d be alive. But this year he decided to stay at camp, which means I won’t see him for another year. Mom says it’s because he's the head of the Apollo cabin and their best healer. Makes sense, still hurts.

I was too busy thinking about my brother to notice my name being called. “y/n? y/n? Y/N!” my teacher yelled. I quickly turned to the board and saw a couple people snicker. I ignored them and said “Yes miss?” I didn’t know what she wanted but I knew it wasn’t good. “Since you seem to be so distracted, you must know the topic already? Care to answer the question on the board?” I looked at the board and answered quickly. “The subject is referring to a place so the correct form would be ‘there’ not ‘their’” I said. She looked at me for a second, pleased with my answer, before turning and continuing her lecture.

I looked back towards the window when I heard a ridiculous scream followed by the sound of running footsteps and hooves on the epoxy floor. A scream that I had unfortunately recognized. For some reason my half-brother, William Andrew Solace, was at my school with a satyr screaming at the top of his lungs. Without thinking I ran out of the class room and saw Will, a satyr, and a younger girl who I’d assumed was a recently discovered half-blood, running down the hall. I looked back and saw three snake women climbing the stairs and started running with them. Before I knew it I was right next to them.

“HEY WILL!” I yelled at him. “HEY Y/N! WAIT Y/N? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” he said as we all turned a corner. “I GO TO SCHOOL HERE? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? AREN’T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE AT THE CAMP?” I yelled, biting back my anger. “IN HERE” the satyr yelled. We rushed into the supply room and barricaded the door quickly.

Once the door was barricaded I turned to face my brother, who was on the ground from exhaustion. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? I THOUGHT YOU COULDN’T COME BACK THIS YEAR! YOU CHOSE TO STAY AT CAMP?” I yelled at him, all the anger in my body finally releasing. “Calm down, I swear I can explain-” he started to say but I cut him off. “EXPLAIN? EXPLAIN WHAT? THAT YOU LIED? YOU TOLD ME YOU COULDN’T COME BACK HOME BUT HERE YOU ARE! AT HOME!” I yelled at him, tears starting to form in my eyes. “Y/n LISTEN!” he yelled.

I shut up quickly and stared at him. “I did have to stay at camp, you're right,” he paused, “being head counselor of the Apollo cabin and head of the infirmary required it, at least for the first year” he looked at me with a sympathetic look, like he didn’t even like what he was saying. But why didn’t he at least tell me he was coming here?

“That doesn’t explain why you’re here though!” I told him. “I'm here for her” he said and pointed at the young girl, “she’s a demi-god and a rather powerful one, maybe a big three kid. They needed to send a cabin head to get her” he explained. “Why didn’t they send Nico? He’s a cabin head and a big three kid right?” I questioned. He sighed and said “Nico is in New Rome right now representing Hades-” “Pluto” I corrected “-Pluto, whatever it is and I was the only cabin head at the ready” He said, it made sense but still.

“Why didn’t you warn me?” “If I had more notice I would have, trust me, but I was told about her 10 hours ago!” he said. I looked at him for another second before attacking him with a hug, he hugged back and got warmer. He was glowing, he did that when he got happy, I thought it was funny, I knew his boyfriend Nico thought so too.

After we let go we were able to explain to the demigod, who I learned was named Hannah, what was going on and who she really was. It took her a while to believe it, but Will told me it always does. The satyr, who was named Oakly, told us we needed to leave as soon as possible. The only problem was that the monsters were still out. Slowly and quietly we unbarricaded the door and Will crept out, quiver on shoulder and bow in hand. We closed the door again, I was scared for my brother but before I knew it he’d opened the door covered in golden dust.

We made it safely out of the school and back to the “Delphi Strawberry Service” van they’d taken here. I saw Argus, the hundred handed guy in the driver seat. My brother may be a demigod and it may have gotten me face to face with all sorts of monsters but I would never get used to that guy.

I gave Will one more hug, and almost crying I said “So I guess you’re leaving again? Probably pretty easy for a demigod”. He let go of the hug, his hands still on my shoulders, and said “staying at camp? not being able to see my sister? Leaving you for camp was the hardest thing I ever had to do, and It’s harder the second time” now we were both about to cry. “Make sure to tell who claimed her, be safe glow stick” “you too homegirl” I gave him one more hug and cried into his shirt before letting him go. I watched the van drive away, wiped my tears and headed back into the school for lunch.

*a few days later*

I woke up, it was saturday which meant no school. I ran outside and checked the mail for any word from Will. I saw a yellow envelope with a wax seal with the image of the sun on it. I grabbed it, ran upstairs, and ripped it open. It said next to nothing.

“Hades

Glowstick :)”

I smiled again. My brother had made it to camp safely and Nico had a sister.

[alaskan-wallflower]

oh dear oc post! (pls check this out so i can properly yap later 😭)

(links to the pictures i used will be at the end!!)

First up is Rusty

Name: Rusty Winston

Nicknames: Rus (Dally + Buck)

Age: 16 (he’s a year younger than Dally)

Gender: Cis male

Sexuality: Bi

Place of Birth: Russia (not sure where specifically)

Birthday: April 3rd

Height: 6’1’’

Hobbies: He’s a sculptor and Buck is teaching him how to cook/bake-he used to play piano back in Russia

Likes: fruit (a bit too much—specifically apples and berries), woodworking, playing piano and lizards

Dislikes: Yelling/arguibg, spiders, dogs (he’s afraid of them) and blood/gote

Status: Greaser

Personality: Rusty’s a lot like a coal. Hes very much stoic and hard on the outside, but once you cut through to the warmth inside, he’s a ball of fire. Hes the sweetest and most gentle guy ever, though he can be extremely naive and he can grow very cold with someone if they anger him. Hes not the best at dealing with his emotions and tends to deal with them in unhealthy ways (i.e. cutting), but he’s learning to heal. He’s extremely curious and naive, often sneaking off to the west side to the point Dally has had to come and grab him on numerous occasions so he wouldn’t get in trouble with the socs. He’s not stupid by any means though, he just lets his curiosity get the best of him. (also his hair is about down to his shoulders but you can’t see it cause of the jacket in the picrew lol

Backstory: Rusty was born in Russia on April 3rd, 1948. His parents were okay, for the most part, though their mom got heavily into using drugs and such and their dad started drinking. They lost custody of both Dally and Rusty and they went to live with their grandma. Their grandmother died when Dally was about 13 or so, and Rusty was 12. Rusty grew depressed for a very long time, and eventually him and Dally ran away to America.They lived on the streets for a while, until Buck found the two of them on the streets, with Dally trying to tend to a VERY sick Rusty. Buck kind of took them in and he lives at Buck’s place, pretty much.Dally also learned English back in Russia (or at least a bit of it) while Rusty didn’t, so Rusty’s English tends to be quite broken at times, but Dal and Buck are teaching him English (this is lowkey disorganized as hell cause I haven’t thought too much about his backstory-)

Note: I do have two scenarios—one where Rusty dies at the hands of some Socs who jump him due to his naive nature, and one where he doesn’t, so depending on the context is what story I’ll use

Baylie’s next!

Name: Baylie Amy Rosen

Nicknames: Bay, Spitfire (Charity & Ace)

Age: 16

Gender: Cis female

Sexuality: Pansexual

Place of Birth: Cairns, Australia

Date of Birth: June 26th

Height: 5’6’’

Hobbies; Painting, drawing, gymnastics, swimming and taking care of animals

Likes: Being outside, art, animals, biology and playing ocarina

Dislikes: Small enclosures, her accent at times, being stuck inside for too long

Status: Middle Class

Personality: Baylie is extremely hyper and is very hard to keep up with. Shes very much a multitasker and doesn’t really understand when other people can’t keep up with her. She tends to be very maternal-almost annoyingly so. Shes very much extroverted and is a ball of light herself. She had no problem standing up for people, though this tends to get to the extreme when she ghinks people are even giving her friends a weird look. She’s very artistically and musically inclined and is just very fun to be around in general, although she deals with her own trauma and uses her sunshine personality to cover that up. Shes extremely hard working.

Backstory: Baylie was born on June 26th, 1949. She was born in Cairns, Australia with her older brother Adrian (he’s older than her by. a good three years, almost four) She has four more little siblings, the only ones I have names for are twins named Gigi in Juju (those are their nicknames, their full names are Juniper and Gia) She has albinism. Baylie’s parents used to run a vet clinic, until they lost their funding and had to move to the States when Baylie was about nine. Her parents then ran an animal shelter (which has honestly become her business at this point) and her father got desperate and got into some crime…to which he was sent to death row for. Her mom grew extremely depressed, which left her and Adrian to run the sanctuary and take care of their mom and their siblings. She became pretty good friends with Ace and Charity. She has a pretty nice friend group even if she is in the middle of everything, she doesn’t pick sides. Adrian got drafted into Vietnam though and left Baylie to deal with everything by herself. So she’s a fairly hard worker. She has two pet parrots-a red parrot named Pyro and a blue parrot named Glacier. She also has a number of dogs. I’m thinking of having her and Rusty be together.

Finally Charity!

Name: Charity Noelle Deblieux (pronounced De-blue)

Nicknames: Char

Age: 17 and a half

Gender: Cis female

Sexuality: Lesbian

Place of Birth: Baton Rouge, Louisiana

Date of Birth: February 14th

Height: 5’8’’

Hobbies: Horseback riding, making friendship bracelets, doing hair and makeup and nail art

Likes: Donating her money to places, working, taking care of her horses and sunny weather

Dislikes; The cold, people insulting her or her friends/faniky, having to pick sides

Status: Soc

Personality: Charity lives up to her name. She does nothing but give what she has in an attempt to help people out. She hates the stereotypical Soc behavior and does her best to defy that with everything she has. She’s a naturally hard worker, helping her parents out on their farm as best she can. Shes a bit of a ditz though, and is what some would call ‘blonde from the roots in’. I based her around Charlotte La Bouffe from Princess and the Frog tbh and so she tends to be very bubbly and a bit of a klutz, but she’s always there for her friends. Baylie is her best friend-or one of them at least. She wants to be everyone’s friend but kinda comes off as annoying sometimes :(

Backstory: Charity was born on February 14th, 1947. She was born in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Shes actually cousins with Marcia-her dad is French, so she knows a bit of French. When she was 7, her dad found a better work opportunity in Tulsa, so they moved. She was estatic. She also has a sister named Hope who’s about five years younger than her. They live on a farm-a pretty well known one in Tulsa. Rusty actually works there. She has a horse-maybe to make it extra silly it’s actually Mickey Moyse (in all seriousness it probably isn’t and its name is like…Buttercup or something lol) but Charity started noticing the social divide from a young age and was not afraid to speak her mind about it. Some people find her annoying, some endearing. She wants to go to beauty school to persue her lifelong dream of becoming a cosmetologist/makeup artist.

Credits:

Rusty’s picrew

Baylie’s picrew

Charity’s picrew

Anyway!! Please feel free to send asks I genuinely love these guys sm 😭